"Oh, Daddy, Daddy," she began calling very loud, much louder than she wanted to yell and she didn't want to yell at all because the people in the next apartment might hear her but she couldn't help it… it was so good… so wonderful… like nothing she could compare it to. The finger worked on her tingle button, too, and that was bringing on another kind of come at the same time but it was that deeper feeling that was driving her crazy and making her scream now. Finally, the feeling rose to such intensity that she knew she was going to come again, only this time it was two comes she felt one on her tingle button and one far, far inside from the stabbing poker.
"I'm coming now, Daddy," she squealed. "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming now… all over… I'm coming now… two ways… two ways two kinds of comes at once… Ohhhhhhhh, da-ddddd-eeeeeee!"
Victor had been holding back, but he drove savagely into his daughter's tight quiff muff box. Strange that those words that he hadn't taught her entered his mind at the precise instant that he came. It was easily the best, most intense orgasm he had ever experienced. His daughter's long legs locked tightly behind his own and he felt her shudder all over as she reached the heights and squealed, "Daddy, Daddy," over and over again in his ear. It was not only the tightness of the virgin cunt and the gushing slipperiness of her vagina that made it a milestone in his sexual life. No, although he could deny that the mechanics of this copulation were better than anything he had ever dreamed of, he realized that it was the psychological aspect that made this like no orgasm he had ever attained before. It was the fact that he had fucked his own flesh and blood. He had fucked his own virgin daughter! He had fucked his twelve-year-old daughter and now he had years and years of continued fucking with her. He would watch her mature, watch her breasts blossom and her body take on the swell of total womanhood, and all the while he would be fucking her, teaching her every nuance of the sexual act. He would make her his total sex slave to do his bidding whenever and however he wanted. Yes, be would create an inseparable relationship that would make her forever his and only his.
They both lay there panting, resting. Finally, he withdrew his dwindling manhood and lay beside her. He lit a cigarette.
"Thank you, Daddy, for the wonderful reward," Sherry said. "There's nothing in the whole world like that feeling. I'm sure. Coming is better than anything – anything!"
She cuddled up close and held his soft cock in her hands lovingly. "It's my poker, Daddy, isn't it? You won't put it in any other female's pussy ever, will you?"
"No, sweet," Victor said. "But that works two ways, Sherry. This is our secret and you mustn't let any other man put his poker in your pussy either, right?"
"Oh, no, Daddy," she said. "Never. Never. I just want yours."
Just before he drifted off into a deep sleep, Victor knew that at the moment Sherry meant her vow to remain true to him. She didn't have any idea how tenacious and persistent young men could be with a lovely girl, and Sherry certainly promised to develop into something males would be after. Well, he thought, I'll worry about that later. For now, I have a few years to create the sex slave of my dreams – to prepare Sherry for the inevitable outsiders.
CHAPTER TWO
Her father's voice jarred her from her memory of that first night almost four years ago when he had introduced her to sex. "Nice and warm. Not too hot and not too cool. Just the way you like it."
"Thanks, Daddy," she called, examining her body once more in the mirror before turning and padding toward the bathroom. She stuck her toe in the water, testing the temperature. Then she slid into the tub and began soaping the wash cloth for her bath. Daddy went back into the main room and turned on the piped-in music then adjusted the lighting low. A soft version of I Get A Kick Out Of You wafted its way into the bathroom and Sherry began humming as she soaked and scrubbed.
Her father's preparation for lovemaking in the other room brought on the familiar mushy feeling deep within her vagina (she still liked to think of the feeling as mushy even after all these years). Sherry Trent and The Sunbeams, she thought up and coming musical act. The thought pleased her – that and the fact that agent Gil Turner had told her father he thought he could get more money for the act from now on. She sudsed each breast carefully with the wash cloth, appraising and admiring their firmness as she did so. Then, raising her buttocks slightly so that her vagina emerged from the water, she gently let the soapy cloth run up and down the length of her cunt. She let the cloth trail down so that it tickled her rectum at the same time. She liked the feeling of the warm cloth against her genitals and she did it whenever she bathed because it felt good.