Chapter 4

I was laying flat on my back with my legs wrapped around Tommy's firm muscular back as he banged my hot soaking pussy with all of his might. He was mighty indeed. He fucked me deeply and purposefully. He was tender and forceful at the same time. Tommy was fucking me hard and powerfully but he knew I was there. He was doing things to add to my pleasure. He would change his rhythm to meet mine or alter the angle of his thrusts to give me just a little different friction. I had been fucked by a bunch of men before but this was only the second man that knew how to please a woman. Or the second one who cared. I knew why Donna had passed out, this guy was terrific.

I couldn't help but compare my Daddy to this wonderful man that was between my legs bringing me so much pleasure. I started thinking back to all the times Daddy and the other men had fucked me. Daddy was my first lover and he had fucked me often in the last few years. Daddy liked when I would sit on his lap while we watched TV or ate dinner. When I was sitting on his lap he would often have his big hard cock buried in my tight little pussy. Daddy started fucking me when I was 15. He had me dressing in sexy clothes from the time I was 13 shortly after my mother left us. I never questioned what Daddy did to me. He was Daddy and he would never do anything to hurt me. Even when he did things to me that did hurt I knew it was because he loved me and that it must be necessary. When I was thirteen I was too small to take Daddy's prick in my little hole. He liked to tell me that he loved me and that one day he would let me take his big dick in my pussy, but I was too small now and that I could take care of him without using my pussy. I would beg him to let me try putting it in my cunt but he refused saying he didn't want to hurt me. I loved him for that. He cared so much about me that he would forgo his own pleasure to keep me from being hurt.

When I was young Daddy would have me play with his cock all the time. I wore sexy clothes all the time for Daddy. I loved it when Daddy would look at my sexy little body and get aroused. My favorite outfit was a little white micro-mini skirt with thigh high sheer white stockings and high heals. The top would vary but the skirt was my favorite. I never wore panties at home so Daddy could always reach my pussy. Usually the tops would be just a bikini top or a tube top. I had a bunch of half t-shirts I liked to wear. I always tried to be as sexy as possible for Daddy. If he was watching TV or reading the paper in his office I'd come in wearing my little skirt and climb up on his lap. He would usually start by feeling my hairless little cunt for a while then he'd run his hand up on my flat chest, fingering the tiny little nipples that would be rock hard from his touch. By that time his dick would be getting hard so I'd move to take it out of his pants, if he had them on, and stroke his hard cock with my soft little hand. I'd get up between his legs and rub his tool up and down my diminutive slit or I'd straddle his legs and rub up and down the length of that prick pressing down with my body and trapping it between my cunt groove and his hard muscular stomach.

I had my first orgasm with Daddy when I was fourteen. I couldn't get enough of him after that. I would almost always be naked or close to naked and would go right for his cock the second I saw him. He would usually be taking off his pants getting ready for some action. Once I started cumming he decided to start eating my pussy. I would have been cumming a lot earlier if he had started doing that sooner. I had a hair trigger at first, jolting into orgasm after orgasm the second his wet mouth touched my cunt. Eventually I learned to control it enough to wait and let it build for one mind blowing cum. Still it was fantastic and I didn't want to ever stop it. For a while all we did was sixty-nine with me sitting on his face rubbing my hairless gash all over his face and I sucking on his big fuck-stick like it was some delicious lollipop. To me it was just like candy.

I got pretty good at sucking dick. My gag reflex was almost negligible to start with and I was soon able to overcome even that. I would take Daddy's big prick right down my throat and swallow his cum every day. His cock was so big that my throat stretched a lot and my voice started sounding funny. I didn't care; I loved that I could make Daddy feel so good so I never refused anything of him. One of my favorite things that we did was when I would lie on my back on the kitchen table completely nude with my head dangling over the edge of the table and Daddy feeding his cock into me while he stood over me. He could control his movements from this position and I could take him all the way down my throat comfortably. I had never seen another penis so I didn't realize just how big Daddy's dick was. I knew it was big but didn't know it was bigger than most. It was a little over nine inches when hard and was about three inches in diameter. When I was up on the table like that he would really get into fucking my throat. I would move my mouth around his knob when he pulled back and slide my tongue around the tip. When he went deep I'd constrict my throat muscles to increase his pleasure. I liked to suck hard when he withdrew, drawing my cheeks in against his shaft. I'd hum and sing to give him sensuous vibrations. He really liked that and told me how much. He would pound away at my mouth like it was a cunt slamming my face with his meat. He would call me vile names but I knew it was part of the game. He'd say I was his little throat slut, or cum whore. Each time he'd come up with something degrading to call me. I loved our game and I was never embarrassed by what Daddy did or said to me. Usually when he throat-fucked me he would pull back enough when he came so I could catch his spunk in my mouth. I savored the taste of him and would play the salty fluid around in my mouth until I finally swallowed it all. Sometimes he'd pull all the way out and spew onto my face and chest. I liked to massage his cum into my skin almost as much as I liked to swallow it.

The throat slamming was not an everyday thing. I was small then and could only take it about once a week or so. Daddy would always find something to do to me that would make him big and hard and get me all wet inside. I always ended up with a great cum and usually drank is semen or ended up with it all over my body. I sucked him off at least once a day but usually more. I liked to sit on his lap and let his hard dick poke out between my legs. I would press my cunt against the top of his cock and stroke him with my hands it looked like I had a dick and was masturbating. He would thrust up at my hands which would cause thrilling friction against my cunt and clit. Sometimes I'd get so hot I would try to put it in my tiny little box. I'd lift up a little when he was moving down then reposition my self so he'd bump into my hole at the right angle. Sometimes the head would pop in, but he always caught it and pulled back out. He must have thought it was accidental because he would apologize. He came quickly after each time his head would be inside me spewing gobs of spunk onto my stomach. I knew he wanted to fuck me but he thought I was too small. I thought about him fucking me almost constantly. My immature brain didn't understand why he wouldn't.

One time, when I had just turned fifteen, I had been sitting on the toilet naked reading a magazine. It was one of Daddy's Penthouse magazines. I often read them and compared myself to the girls in them and read the jokes and articles. This time I was reading the magazine and slowly stroking my little cunt. By this time I had started to get some hair around my lips and my clit had gotten fairly big. I was idly strumming my love button getting pretty turned on in the process. The article was about a girl that liked getting peed on. Her husband had talked her into it and she loved it. She said it wasn't gross at all and loved the feel of the hot wetness on her body. She said it always tasted different depending what he had eaten and drank that day. It had become a regular part of their lovemaking. I was really getting worked up reading the story and was playing with myself with gusto when Daddy walked into the bathroom. I hadn't closed the door and didn't hear him come in. I looked up at him and smiled and continued to play with my pussy getting an added thrill having him there watching me.