"Yes, I suppose you're right," Daddy said. He was very much out of breath and he was panting and his eyes were closed.
"Did it feel good?" Sherry asked.
"Coming is the very best thing in the world," he managed to mutter. "For men or women. There's-there's nothing like it – nothing like it. Yea, it felt marvelous."
"Are you still going to put your poker in my pussy?" Sherry asked.
"Yes, sweet, but people always rest for a while before they come again." He lit a cigarette and she stared down at his poker, which had returned to its normal size now. Then she cuddled up close to him and inhaled the masculine scent of his body. She ran her fingers over his eyebrows and his chin and the lines in his face. "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," she said. "That was the most wonderful reward you ever gave me. I hope I deserve lots of rewards. I want people to applaud and scream and love the way I sing so you'll give me rewards the rest of my life. I'll make you proud of me. Every night want a reward just like this. Ummmm. You'll see, Daddy. I'm going to make you so proud of me you'll want to give me rewards three times a day. During intermissions even!"
"Yes, I'm sure you will, dear," Victor Redgrave said. "I'm certain you will." Insatiable, he thought, just like her mother – before the booze got to her.
About fifteen minutes later he instructed his daughter to play with his prick, to fondle it lovingly so that she would know how a penis grew and prepared itself to fuck a woman's pussy. Sherry liked the words fuck and screw from the very beginning. They were such descriptive words! Much better than sexual intercourse. While Daddy played with her tingle button again and fondled her titties she caressed his sleeping piker and marveled at the way it grew and stood up so straight and hard, just like a snake. Daddy explained some of the technicalities which created the male erection to her – all about blood filling the tissues inside a poker – but she liked the part where he said that "mainly a poker naturally wants to slip inside a hot, slippery pussy. It knows when a pussy is getting hot and wet and it just naturally wants to go inside there."
"You're right," Sherry said. "My pussy's getting all wet and ready for the poker, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is, my love."
He instructed her to put her mouth over the end of his poker for a moment and kissed it. She did and she could feel his poker get even harder as she did so. Then he told her to move her mouth slowly up and down his thing, just the way she'd done when she'd jacked him off, and she did, that for a while, too. She rubbed his balls, too, and she could tell he liked it. "A girl's mouth feels almost like a pussy," he explained. "I'll let you do that longer some time so that you'll become very good at it."
"Yes, Daddy," she said. "It sure makes your poker nice and stiff. You could even squirt your come inside my mouth, couldn't you?"
"Yes, dear," he said, "but we'll save that for another time when you've got lots and lots of applause."
"All right, Daddy."
Sherry lay there wondering what came next. Pretty soon her father turned off the bedside light and went over and turned on the bathroom light. He closed the door part way so that the room was not bright but so you could still see. "Some things are even better in a sort of dim light," he said, returning and lying once again beside her on the bed. "Lie back down with your legs parted." She obeyed, wondering what be had in mind. She soon found out Daddy began playing with her titties and her tingle button again until she thought – she thought she would come for the second time.
"Men kiss women between their legs, too," he said, "just the way you were doing to my poker. You've been such a good girl I'm going to show you one more secret before I fuck you. This feels wonderful and you should like it very much."
Already Sherry could imagine her Daddy's tongue where his finger now stroked and she could hardly wait to see how this new sensation he described would feel. He kissed her breasts for a while, then began moving his head lower and lower, licking her tummy and belly button and hips and legs with his tongue before he finally began licking her tingle button. Where before there had been only friction, now there was friction plus hot and wet there at the same time!
"Oh, Daddy," she said, running her fingers through his thick hair. "Ohhhhh, that feels soooo wonderful… Oh, Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…"
She spread her legs wider and scooted her heels across the sheet up to her buttocks and began to rotate her pelvis as the hot, darting tongue gently dabbed at her little nub of flesh. "Does everybody do this?" she asked, panting. "It-it feels so wonderful I don't see why people don't just do this all the time."
"Yes, sweet," Daddy murmured, his voice far and muffled sounding as he tried to talk and continue the work with his tongue. "Everybody does it – at least almost everybody – before they fuck."
Victor Redgrave had never enjoyed licking a pussy as much as he now enjoyed licking his daughter's. He had never dined on such a young, delicious cunt – so young, so firm, so tight, so perfectly tasty. He let his mouth take frequent departures from his daughter's clitoris and bathed his daughter's entire seething nest, taking great care to deposit long, cleansing kisses on each cunt lip and probe the little interior lips – he thought of these inner lips as little filets because they were so tender – so that Sherry would know the ultimate in oral delights. As he tongued her tight little anus, she bristled for just an instant, shocked, but then she relaxed once again and let him have his way as she realized that Daddy intended only feelings of pleasure and delight for his daughter. A reward was a reward and certainly Daddy would not do anything unworthy of her.
Just like her mother, Victor caught himself thinking as he thrust his tongue as far as it would go into the channel of her vagina. Christ, Sherry's mother could lie there all day while he licked her cunt. In fact, he sometimes wondered if she didn't prefer to come via his tongue than his prick. She had always said that she enjoyed his oral ministrations no more than conventional kicking, but he had noticed a distinct preference to achieve her orgasms while he was mouthing her rather than fucking her, especially toward the end when her alcoholism had progressed so pitifully.
Now Sherry had slipped into the same kind of trance her mother had once displayed when he licked her pussy. Heredity will out, he thought as he felt her fingers digging into his hair, her hips thrusts increase in tempo, listened to her steady, near-demented wail of ecstasy as his tongue bathed her clitoris and he gulped down great mouthfuls of thick lubricant. Just when he knew that she was ready to come, a somewhat sadistic urge came over him. He decided suddenly to save at least a few delights for their next session. No, he didn't wish to take all the wonder and mystery during their first love bout.
For now, kicking his daughter's tight, young twat; depriving her of her virginity; deflowering her once and for all, would be sufficient. Besides, it had been a long time since he had imbedded his cock in a cunt and he didn't want to ruin her response by making her come with his tongue. Oddly, too, he had never kicked a virgin – who kicked them all, anyway? – and he longed to feel the cunt walls clench his thrusting meat as he probed the secret depths of his own daughter's cunt. Yes, his own daughter! His own daughter! He reveled in the unspeakable vileness of the act he was about to perform. He would make a sex slave of her to do his bidding. Beautiful, beautiful incest… the forbidden luxury of the Gods and the ancient Egyptians… for Victor Redgrave.
Victor had very long and sensitive fingers as well as long fingernails. He began finger-fucking his daughter, allowing his finger to penetrate farther up her vagina with each thrust of his hand. Expertly, he pressed against the thin partition of flesh that marked her as a virgin.
He felt its resistance, savored the elasticity of the thin partition of flesh, then severed the thin membrane with his fingernail. There would still be slight bleeding, no doubt, but he guessed that this would be the best way to prepare her tight cunt for the entrance of his prick. He had heard that often prior to wedding nights brides visited doctors and had them break the obstacle of their vaginal membranes with a scalpel so as to insure a more trouble-free sexual encounter with their husbands.