Doreen patted my hand in a curiously maternal gesture. ‘That was exactly what she was angling for, wasn’t it?’
‘I guess it was.’
‘Rounding on Daddy, Doreen gripped him by his broad shoulders. ‘That woman has to be stopped.’
Wow, direct physical contact! She was a fast operator!!
And being impassioned didn’t detract from her appearance at all.
Sensitive as ever, I went to peruse the choice of washing up liquids while Doreen harangued Daddy. And whatever she said had an effect. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him staring back at her and nodding like a donkey.
Chapter Seven
Daddy and I spent most of the rest of Saturday on the couch, supposedly watching TV but doing little apart from drinking vino and having various forms of sex. Eventually, as the spooky electronic music announced the end of Doctor Who, I produced my just-in-case purchase.
‘I didn’t know you needed that stuff,’ Daddy said as I squeezed the jelly out of its tube, liberally coating his cock. ‘Don’t say I’ve been hurting you.’
I was trembling again and my heart was thudding in my chest. Even so my voice sounded smooth and seductive when I replied.
‘My pussy has no problem with you, Daddy. It’s dripping wet as we speak. But you aren’t going in my pussy right now, are you?’
He gulped. For the first time ever I noticed he had an Adam’s apple. Only a small one, mind, and only visible because that gulp had been an exceptionally big one.
‘No arguing,’ I went on before he could protest. ‘Don’t think, just do.’
Getting into the most whore-like position imaginable, I raised and spread my legs as widely as I could then, rather clumsily, squeezed jelly onto my butt. Then, with Daddy watching very closely, I used two fingers to lubricate my anus.
And believe me; I was by no means relaxed. Daddy’s cock looked like a weapon of war, twitching as it waited to wreak havoc. The very sight of it encouraged me to use all my lubricant supply. Convinced I had finally done as much as I could, I took the plunge.
‘Nice and slow, Daddy,’ I murmured. ‘Slow and easy wins the race.’
I can’t really describe that initial penetration. I remember the feel of him against me, gently pressing. I remember a rush of sheer pleasure when he ultimately entered me. And I remember the sensation of his large cockhead moving deeper and deeper into my insides.
There was no pain, just a moment of discomfort before that pleasure rush.
Then I realized I’d never been so full in my life. Daddy’s enormous dick was suddenly humungous. My lungs didn’t seem capable of drawing in sufficient air. My throat was doing strange things . . . like sort of gulping and contracting without rhyme or reason.
But all said and done Daddy was in me and it wasn’t a bad feeling at all.
And then it got better still; then he slowly withdrew all but an inch or so of cock and, tender as tender could be, pushed back in.
I came instantly. Nothing I’d ever experienced compared to Daddy’s first proper in-stroke. And he did it again and again, never varying the speed, always as gentle as zephyrs blowing beneath the violet.