Daddy's plaything(9)

Victor sat down on the tile bathtub beside his daughter, took the wash cloth, soaped it, and began cleansing his daughter's smooth, blemishless back. After a while, out of habit, she stood up and permitted him to carefully wash between and her breasts and her incredibly pert. She had already washed herself thoroughly but he always liked to wash her private parts himself. It felt good to her and it gave him pleasure also.

When he had finished, he climbed into the tub with her and they sat facing each other talking about the events of the evening and the next engagement. Finally, he raised himself and she dutifully and maternally washed his cock and balls and back. Although her Daddy was forty-four now, he was remarkably firm and looked much younger. His black hair had grayed only slightly at the temples and this gave him a distinguished look. He played tennis fairly regularly, often with her, and his shoulders were broad and fine. Even his pectoral muscles were firm and there was not hint of a paunch above his prick. He usually won games on the tennis court and she was always proud at his agility and good-sportsmanship and of the way he slyly disguised the real nature of their relationship.

To the outside world Victor Redgrave posed as the ideal, conventional father. In fact, many people had commented that they conducted themselves as brother and sister.

They stood in the tub now, carefully dried each other with the thick turkish towels, and then went to the bed and lay side by side. Victor read the newspaper for a while before tossing it to the floor. Then be turned to his side and palmed his daughter's cheek. He brushed her slightly damp hair from her forehead gently and gave her a fatherly kiss on her lips. "I love you, darling," he said.

"I love you too, Daddy," she said, the mushy feeling coming on strong now.

"Would you like the vibrator tonight?" he asked.

"Ummm," she said. "That would be nice."

"Both of them?"

"Yes, Daddy," she cooed. "I think I'd like both of them tonight."

Her father kept two vibrators; one a conventional type that strapped about the hand and the other a cylindrical one that was shaped like a penis and, could be inserted either in her rectum or her vagina. Each morning he removed them from the nightstand and placed them carefully in a suitcase in the closet and each night he put them beside the bed in case she wished to incorporate them into their lovemaking. Sometimes she didn't want them, but tonight she did. Moving them back and forth from suitcase to nightstand kept strangers and the clean-up maids from seeing them. Her father was very efficient in matters like that.

She beard the flick of the on switch and then the faint humming of instrument. Even before his vibrating hand touched her back she felt her juices gurgling within her vagina. The sound of the buzzing vibrator was like saying the word candy to a child. A conditioned response. She lay there on her tummy, legs slightly spread on the cool, clean sheets and closed her eyes as Daddy's soothing palm moved over her back, neck, buttocks, legs. He ran the machine up and down her inner thighs, too, and gently massaged her anus and the rear of her pussy. When he had finished her feet she knew it was time to turn over on her back so that she could work on her titties and tummy and pussy – all over her front.

He talked to her soothingly and lovingly as his hand moved, as always, without haste over every inch of her body. Instinctively, she reached for his prick which was by now, again as always, firm and dribbling. She clasped and unclasped her hand tenderly about its stout warmth until the vibrator moved well down between her legs and settled on her clitoris. Then she reversed herself on the bed so that she could take her Daddy's organ into her mouth. Sometimes she used the vibrator on his penis too but usually by this time. She wanted only to have his cock in her mouth so that she could taste his drippings and nurse slowly up and down its beautiful rigidity and tickle his balls. By now, their love making had become a ritual, a ceremony which she never tired of (Tired of? No, yearned for!), a ritual which Daddy still managed to keep fresh and filled with unexpected variations to thrill and delight her.

After a few minutes, Daddy fetched the other cock-shaped vibrator from the nightstand and placed the regular vibrator on her hand. As she began massaging his prick and full scrotum with the regular vibrator, she felt the prick-shaped vibrator pressing against her cunt lips, ramming up and down from her clitoris to her asshole. She encircled her legs about the instrument that she could feel the full force of the thing tingle against her genitals and rectum. For a long time she clamped it hard between her legs as she jacked off Daddy's penis. Finally, she spread her legs and placed the back of her hand against her forehead and wet her lips. She began wagging her head back and forth involuntarily and groaning, knowing that in a moment the buzzing, prick-shaped instrument would slip gently past her cunt lips and then vibrate every core and fiber of her vagina to the depths. Yes, there it was, going in, farther, farther, way up, all the way in and delivering unspeakable, tantalizing ecstasy. Daddy let it linger there, buzzing all by itself for awhile before he slowly pushed it in and out, in and out until she thought she wouldn't be able to stand the pressure a second longer. But she knew she could. She always did – at least so far. Sometimes she was fearful though that one night the indescribable feeling would reach such a peak that she would die, literally fade away from pleasure, perish from orgasmic waves that racked her body.