Chapter 2

"Hey!" I exclaimed. "You can't do that!"

She pulled back, keeping a firm grip on me with her warm little hand, and said "Sure I can -- it's big, but I bet I can get it all in..." She popped my cock back into her mouth, and resumed giving me some of the best head I'd had in years.

"No -- I mean -- you shouldn't be doing it... it's not right!"

Ths time she kept up a steady pumping motion with her hand as she drew back and said, "Yes -- I know that. It's very nasty for me to be sucking my Daddy's cock..."

"But, I'm..."

"Hush, Daddy. It's nasty to suck my Daddy's great big cock, and that's what makes me so hot doing it. I'm a nasty little girl and I've always dreamed of fucking my Daddy and now that I have the chance, well..." She glanced downward, and I realised that her other hand was inside her panties, as she fingered herself.

Again she began; she pushed forward quickly, and more than half of my length slipped between her widestretched lips. I could feel my cockhead at the entrance to her throat.

Even though I knew that I should stop her, the sensations were so intense and pleasurable that for a moment I could only sit there, looking down at her. Somehow, her blouse had become completely unbuttoned, and I could see her pretty tits in their lacy white bra. I could see that her other hand, inside her cotton panties, was stroking in and out of her obviously-wet pussy.

Involuntarily, as she plunged forward a bit more on my cock, my hips drove forward, attempting to fuck her hot wet mouth.

"Mmmmm!" she hummed, the vibrations stimulating me even more, and increased her activity.

Suddenly, I felt the head pop through into her tight throat, and she pushed forward all the way to the base of my straining cock till I felt her lips touch my hair; the hand that had been cradling my shaft now slid downward and began caressing my balls, causing me to almost forget how wrong this was and to again surge forward into that wet, hot tight hole.

I could feel my cum beginning to rise in my nuts, and then, suddenly, I remembered again just what was going on, who she was and who I was.

I reached down, pushing her away (not without a certain unregenerate regret as I saw my spit-shiny cock emerging from between her lips... ) and announced firmly, "No more of that, young lady!"

She raised her head, and looked down at me as she absentmindedly licked the fingers of the hand that had been inside her panties (somehow other her hand had recaptured its grip on my shaft and was again gently stroking... )

She looked like a pornographer's dream, kneeling in front of me, my hard cock in her little fist, the plaid skirt she still wore falling back to almost-modestly hide her wet-pantie-covered mound, blouse falling open to show her lovely tits in their modest white bra, one pigtails' pink ribbon straggling loose, one still in its cute bow, licking her own pussy juices from her glistening fingers...

"You're right," she murmured. "That's about enough of that, I'd say. Now it's time for this..."

And before I realised what she was about to do, she suddenly pulled the lever that caused the chair I sat in to fully recline; since I'd been sort of pushing backward from her, I flopped backward with it.

Another one of those dancer-like moves left me pinned in place as she swung a leg upward and across me and wound up straddling my hips.

"Hey! No..." I exclaimed as I realised what she was about to do, but she kept right on.

Her free hand reached downward, raising the front of her plaid skirt, pulling the crotch of her panties aside, and then her hips surged forward and down, her other hand guiding my cock unerringly to her pussy, and suddenly I felt her sliding the head along her hot, wet soft lips, rubbing it gently against her clit, and then pressing against it until it popped between the lips...

She paused then, looking downward at me. Her cheeks were blushing a deep red, and a flush was spreading across the tops of her breasts as well.

"But..." I began.

"Hush!" she said.

She rotated her hips slowly, rubbing my cockhead against the inside of her pussy lips, then slowly sank downward an inch or so, gasping as the thick blunt head pushed past her lips and began to spread her cunt widely enough to penetrate.

She paused again, letting me feel her muscles gripping my cock's head, pulling at it, urging it inward. I lay there, so astonished I could hardly move.

She threw her head back, moaned gently, and then began to press ever more downward, slowly sliding down my shaft until it was fully embedded in her hot, tight channel.

"Oh, god, Daddy," she gasped out. "You're so big... I've never been so full, never felt myself so stretched out... I have to... have to..."

She began to move her hips slightly. I could feel myself shifting and moving inside her. It felt as if my cock were being gripped and gently masturbated by a strong hand in a hot wet velvet glove.

I know when I'm licked. Or fucked, as the case may be.

I reached up to take her hips to guide her, but she grabbed my wrists.

"I'm driving on this one," she said. "If you have to do something with your hands..."

Releasing one of my wrists, she reached up and popped the front closure of her bra. Then she gripped both wrists again, and raised my hands to her grapefruit-sized breasts with their small pink nipples and puffy darker-toned aureoles.

I could feel her hard nipples pressed against the palms of my hands as she pressed them against her tits and then moved them a bit. She moaned, eyes falling half-closed. "Make my titties feel good, Daddy," she said in a little-girl voice.

By this time I didn't need any encouragement along those lines. Her breasts were so pretty -- high, round and firm, with just enough give to fell good as I caressed and kneaded them, sometimes catching her hard nipples with my fingers and rolling them like little pebbles, sometimes just lifting and stroking the smooth globes. There was no sag to her tits, and her perky nipples pointed just a bit upward.

As I stimuulated her nipples, Debbie began moving her hips again, her hands on my sholuders for support.