Daddy's darlings: sweet young things

INTERVIEW ONE

I should be taken out to a field and shot for what I have done.

I wouldn't have thought I could be so evil and scheming.

I make look like a little good girl to you, Doctor.

I don't know.

But I have been a bitch and a half in my day. True, I have paid dearly for my sins, but I still can't get my feeling of guilt out of my head.

I had better back up and start from the beginning, before you start to think I am a basket case or something.

I live in the little town of Harborfields, way out on Long Island.

For many years I lived alone with my Daddy is a split level suburban home.

Mommy died when I was just a little girl. I don't remember her.

I have seen pictures of her and I know she was quite beautiful.

I love my Daddy very much. I guess that was why I went through such a gross personality change when I heard that he planned to re-marry.

Daddy told me one night that he was going to wed his secretary. I had never even met her! He told me that her name was Michele and she was going to come live with us.

I cried and generally threw a shit fit. I guess that all little girls feel a sexual desire toward their Daddies. I was feeling the burning anger of jealousy.

I met Michele over dinner one Friday night. I was nasty and abusive. I did my best to make the woman think that I was a real pig, so she wouldn't want to live with us.

Daddy and I had never done anything out of line. I was as confused by my jealousy as much as he. It was only after things got out of hand that I realized my actions were being forced by my incestuous passion.

I was no virgin. That was for sure. I'm not a slut, or anything like that, but I have a healthy sex life. I usually end up letting guys ball me if they take me out a few times and spend a little money on me.

It took me a long time to figure out how horny Daddy made me.

They got married, just like they said they said they were going to.

I cried at the ceremony. They were not tears of joy!

I was a real grump as I was forced to help Michele move her stuff.

Michele was a beautiful woman, and smart too. I felt threatened.

Her hair was dark brown and long. Her body was fantastic. She seemed to have everything going for her.

The second I heard of her existence I knew that my life had been forever changed. Daddy was always willing to spend time with me whenever I wanted him to. Once Michele – my new step-mother – came to live with us Daddy practically ignored me. I felt crushed. Miserable. I was filled with unadulterated hopelessness and despair.

I guess I went crazy.

I figured I couldn't compete with Michele unless I allowed Daddy to have sex with me. I schemed and plotted, trying to think of the best way to seduce him.

Be patient.

You have to realize that this is all very difficult for me.

It isn't easy to confess breaking society's strictest no-no.

Finally I found my opportunity to jump my Daddy's bones.

Michele's mother was sick in Connecticut and she took a bus up there.

For the first time since the marriage, Daddy and I were going to spend a week-end together. I made sure that I had no plans. I didn't want my plan interrupted by a date with one of the local boys. All of my other boyfriends seemed like small game once my Daddy's heart and body were on the line!

It was Saturday morning and Daddy and I were munching Rice Krispies at the kitchen table listening to the electric radio on top of the refrigerator.

I guess that I could never have pulled my incestuous seduction off without Daddy's cooperation. After all, there was no way I could force him to fuck me.

"It feels so good being alone with you, Daddy," I said after I finished my breakfast. "I don't get to see you as often as I used to."

I put the dirty dishes in the sink and wrapped my slim arms snugly around his strong neck from behind. He was wearing just a pair of black trousers. I massaged his chest with my fingertips.

I kissed him on the neck.

"I think it feels good too," Daddy said.

I allowed my hands to rub down onto his belly, very close to the top of his pants. He fidgeted for a moment, shifting his weight from one ass cheek to the other.

"Tell me how good it feels," I said.

I whispered in my ear.

My voice was throaty and seductive.

Daddy squirmed a little more.

"What has gotten into you, Connie," Daddy said. He seemed more amused than concerned by my behavior.

"I don't know, Daddy. You look particularly handsome today."

I began to stroke lightly at his thighs. Daddy knew what I was doing.

"Don't you know that little girls aren't supposed to touch their Daddies that way," my father said to me. But I could tell he liked it. My Daddy liked the way I was touching him a lot, and I could see a bulge forming in the crotch of his black trousers. I could tell that he was getting a hard-on from my caresses. I was very nervous. After all, I feared that he was going to reject me. Once I noticed that he was getting sexually aroused a lot of my fears evaporated. I could feel my own libido taking charge. I could feel my nipples getting hard and erect. My pussy was swelling and getting wet. I was getting much hornier than I do with the local boys who ball me in the backseat of their cars.

"Why not?"

"It's a rule."

"Who says?"

"I'm not sure."

"Let's do it, Daddy," I said. I moved my hand to his crotch.

I could feel his cock and balls throbbing through his pants.

I could tell that he had not bothered to put on any underwear.

I could also tell that Daddy was hung like a stud horse!

"Connie!" he called out.

"What's the matter, Daddy? Am I getting to ya?" I said.

I was a brat.

"You had better cut it out," he said, but he did not struggle.

"No way, Jose," I said, rubbing his crotch harder.

"You are liable to bite off more than you can chew," he said.

"Oh Daddy, I'll bet I can handle everything you dish out," I said.

He sighed.

A sigh of surrender.

A sigh of resignation.

"You asked for it," he said. He grabbed my wrist and stood suddenly. He turned and placed the palms of his hands on the small of my back. He was panting. His face was a little red. I knew that his balls were aching savagely. Daddy pulled me tightly against him. My big tits, inside my robe, were pressed flat against him. He slid his hands down to the cheeks of my ass as his face got closer to mine. He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue to moisten them in spite of the fact that they were already wet. His lips parted and he pressed them against mine. I had to get up on my toes and arch my back as I tilted my face upward, and Daddy had to stoop a little to accomplish that passionate kiss.

When the kiss was over Daddy led me up to his bedroom.

He shut the door behind us and untied my robe's cloth belt.

When the robe fell open Daddy's eyes lit up lustfully.

You see, Doctor, I wasn't wearing anything underneath it.

I slipped the robe over my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor.

I dropped to my knees before my handsome father, as if I were about to pray to his pork.

I undid his pants and pulled them down. He lifted his large feet one at a time to step out of his ebony slacks. Soon we were both naked. Daddy's stiff dick was sticking out straight from his loins pointing at my face. I began to lick at his meat with the flat part of my tongue, making my taster strokes long and broad. I licked all the way from the base of his cock to the tip.

"We should have thought of this a long time ago," Daddy said.

I could tell my plan was working. I was alienating his affections back from his new wife. I increased the stakes in a desperate attempt to win the pot.

I flicked the tip of my tongue over his swollen balls and Daddy's knees began to shake. I could tell that his passion was weakening the muscles in his legs.

I stopped my oral caresses for a moment so he could get on his back on the bed. It wasn't made. He tore the covers right off the bed and sprawled on his back on the white sheet. I got on my belly so that my head was between his thighs. He placed the balls of his feet flat on the bed and raised his knees in the air. He pointed his knees in opposite directions and rested his lower torso on the small of his back so that the cheeks of his ass rolled up off the sheet and made themselves available to my curious mouth.

I sucked his balls.

I sucked his cock.

Daddy began to make a big fuss and I had to keep my head and shoulders mobile to keep my lips wrapped super-tightly around the shaft of his pole.

Daddy had the biggest dick I had ever seen and I consider myself a bit of an expert on the subject.

Daddy's cock was so thick that my jaw ached a little as I sucked him from being forced open so wide.

I took as much of Daddy's cock in my mouth as I could. I fondled his balls and gripped the base of his pole.

I squeezed his cock and his testicles as I sucked and Daddy's whimpering sounds of pleasure got louder.

He pressed down against the foot of the bed with the balls of his feet and the palms of his large hands.

He arched his back and lifted the cheeks of his ass right up off the bed as all of his muscles tightened.

His cock spasmed and my mouth was filled with his cream. His come tasted sweet as if made of honey.

I swallowed down the goo happily. I sucked until he was finished. Daddy was breathless with his afterglow.

He collapsed onto the bed in a heap and his rib-cage heaved up and down as he sucked fresh air into his lungs.

"I want you inside me," I whispered in his ear.

His cock was soft, but I knew it wouldn't stay that way.

I never stopped caressing his genitalia. I wanted his lust rekindled.

I tongued his nipples and bit lightly at the side of his neck. "I want to be inside you too," Daddy said. His voice was sweet.

Daddy is a real pussycat in bed. Of course I had no idea at that time that our actions would have consequences.

We were being foolish.

We were playing with fire!

Daddy rolled me over on my back, keeping himself positioned so that I could reach his balls with my hand.

He placed the tip of his tongue on my right nipple – which was naturally very hard and sensitive with lust.

Daddy began to flick the tip of his tongue back and forth across the erection very fast and very hand.

He parted his lips and wrapped them around the rosebud – drawing in his whiskered cheeks as he sucked.

He sucked both of my nipples for a long time and kissed his way slowly down the front of my shapely body.

I spread my legs for him as he began to eat my cunt. My incestuous sexual arousal began to rise rapidly.

He licked each and every pink fold of cunt flesh, and even rammed a stiff tongue deep into my fuck hole.

He pulled the foreskin above my clitoris upward so that the entire love button could be licked with ease.

He began to slap at the center of my womanly pleasure sharply with his tongue tip and I burst into orgasm.

I bucked wildly on the bed and let out a loud scream of bliss that could no doubt be heard all over the block.

Daddy made me come harder than I had ever come before. It was incredible. His cock was once again a boner.

He crawled on top of me.

His cock pulsated between our bellies.

He kissed my mouth hungrily. He sucked my tongue dry of spittle.

He lifted his loins and reached back to grip his dick.

He guided the head of his cock to my pussy and entered me.

My inner lips had to stretch open further than they ever had.

The boys from Harborfields who balled me seemed even more like kid stuff.

Daddy pushed his dick all the way into my cunt and I pressed the back of my head hard against his pillow.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" I screamed.

I'm so ashamed.

"Fuck me hard daddy!" I called out, my lips quivering. He did. Daddy made me come at least ten times during that hump. It was marvelous. What a swordsman! I knew that I wouldn't be content with one fuck. I wanted him to ball me every fucking night. I wanted to be his wife. Michele could have died and gone to hell for all I cared.

I'm sorry.

I can't go on.

This has been too much for me. I need to gather my strength.