Daddy's Little Girl

Chapter 11

June stumbled down to the kitchen for a cooling glass of milk, her mind benumbed by the shattering orgasms she had endured on this historic afternoon.

Totally unable to think of anything else in her mindless, slavish devotion to hedonistic reveries, she had come downstairs completely naked, her passion-wracked breasts heaving with burning emotion. This had been the most beautiful afternoon of her life. The exhausted twelve year old slumped down wearily onto a kitchen chair and let the cooling white liquid run down her throat, trickling its way south into her burnt-out loins. She couldn't remember when in her life she had ever felt so relaxed.

And to think, that Brute had been here the whole time! The whole time she had been worried, confused, distraught, and playing with herself out of sheer frustration, this magnificent animal – the perfect lover – had existed in her very house, under her very nose, the entire time.

She shook her pretty blonde head, blowing some cornsilk-fine strands out of her face. In the kitchen window across from the breakfast table, she could see her reflection. Her developing breasts appeared to have grown larger since that morning. God, they felt so tingly and hypersensitive.

This was the most beautiful day of her life.

So she sat at the table, sipping from the cool glass of milk, her mind dwelling endlessly on the events of the last few hours. All of her previous life had evaporated into nothingness before the soul-devouring onslaught of her magnificent canine-inspired climaxes. She could scarcely remember anything else. Over and over she re-lived this wonderful afternoon – his lapping of her burning young cunt, then his skewering of her tender virginal passage, not once but three times!

June shivered with sensual delight. She could not believe that anyone else had ever endured such wonderful mind-bending orgasms. She had felt like a star bursting in the heavens.

And then her mother…

She closed her eyes and smiled. When she had left Brute and her mom, the enormous German shepherd had had his forepaws on the moaning woman's back and was furiously fucking in and out of her wildly clasping pussy from the back.

June had thought it the sexiest thing she had ever seen. Her mother with her long dark auburn hair undone and falling out over her back, her sensual red mouth open in one long drawn-out groan, her long dark eyelashes fluttering sporadically from the depths of her lightning-charged emotions, Brute's thick red penis slipping in and out through the curly russet hairs between her legs, gleaming slickly, the dog's long tongue panting and slavering over her hair and back.

June grinned. She didn't suspect she was going to have any difficulty ever again over getting anything out of her mother… in a sense they would now both be Brute's concubines. She knew that word from some history of the middle east they had been studying in school. Sheiks had concubines in their harems, and now she and her mother would belong to Brute in the same way. It certainly seemed like a wonderful idea. He was absolutely dreamy. What teenage boy could ever compare to him? So masterful, demanding and dominating. Brute didn't let you get away until he had got what he wanted. And he demanded the ultimate, without fooling around. He didn't settle for less. That was what made him so especially wonderful, and appealing to her.

June pressed her firm young thighs tightly together, the lips of her dog-ravished cunt closing together in a kiss all their own.

She took both her nipples in her fingers and gazed down at them. Who would have believed such extravagant thrills could have pressed through these two small electric buttons from Brute's furiously lapping tongue? It had all been a wonderfully ecstatic dream of fulfillment. She had never felt anything so nice in her life. Her cunt began to tingle now even as she relived their devastating experience in her passion-dazed mind. Her mouth watered as she remembered sucking on his delightful penis, which had seemed to be both hard and tender at once. And then the delicious flames of hot viscous liquid had come shooting out … to be swallowed and gulped down…

Suddenly the screen door on the porch rattled.

Daddy! Oh God! Where could she hide?

June looked around hurriedly. There was the tiny broom closet, but after all there was no future in that because eventually she would have to sneak upstairs and get her clothes. She surely couldn't stay there overnight, either.

Maybe she would run.

But it was too late now anyway. She gazed at the door totally immobile, as if she had been struck catatonic. In another moment daddy would be coming through that door, and she had to think of what to do.

"Daddy!"

"June! But, my God, what are you doing sitting around like this?"

Guy Donovan stared with eyes blazing at his daughter's voluptuous proportions.

His nostrils flared and his penis began to swell with blood as he gazed on them. His mouth filled with saliva, and despite his best intentions he couldn't help but imagine his tongue and his fingers and his cock over and around and into every last opening of her milk-white flesh.

Caught off guard, June decided to be brazen. If there was ever going to be a chance for it, this was it. She had often wanted daddy's big hard penis ramming deep inside of her starving cunt, and if she could manage to get him upstairs to see what her mom – his wife – was doing with their dog… then there would certainly never be a problem with her mother over anything she and daddy chose to do…

All this reasoning flashed through her pubescent brain almost instantaneously with her father's appearance, for she sensed that now the chips were down and this was the only chance she was going to have.

She was going to have to try to go for broke and seduce him.

And there was another angle to it, too – if daddy came upon mommy being fucked by Brute, a horrendous scene might ensue, and daddy might even go get his gun …

Well, she couldn't bear to see her mother killed, and somehow it didn't seem fair, just as they were on the verge of such magnificent happiness.

So it all rested with her. If she could seduce daddy – and this might be her last chance – then everything would be all right. Otherwise, there was just no telling what might happen.

So she smiled and looked at him from under half-lidded lashes. She sipped her milk, then put the glass aside and thrust her breasts forward so that he could see clearly all of their shapely beauty.

"Oh, I don't know, daddy. I must have taken a nap, and then I came down for a glass of milk. I'm dreadfully sorry I forgot to put anything on.

You don't mind terribly, do you?" And with this she stretched luxuriantly so that the alluring young mounds of flesh on her chest swayed and trembled enticingly.

Guy Donovan gulped, trying hard to control his rampant lust. He watched as his beautiful blonde daughter blew some satiny blonde hair out of her eyes, and noticed again for the umpteenth time the sexy sweep of her long yellow hair. It fell down her back almost all the way to the cleft in her buttocks, thick and rich with color, flowing more like a lion's mane than a human head of hair belonging to a twelve year old girl.

He tried to say something, but his voice only croaked hoarsely in the small kitchen.

"Don't you like me, Daddy?" she asked suddenly, fluttering her dark lashes above her deep and sexy blue eyes.

Donovan gulped again. He couldn't think of anything to say. He felt he should say something, anything, however. Even though this was the sort of erotic dream every father secretly longed for, he still felt that he should be showing some umbrage…

"June," he croaked awkwardly, "really, you'll have to get something on… uh … that is… you can't just be sitting around like this…"

Her sultry eyes fastened humidly on his, and then she slowly stood up.

His eyes held on hungrily to Venus-like roundness of her beautiful breasts, then darted momentarily to the smooth oval features of her immature girlish face, and glanced breathlessly at the soft line of sparse blonde pubic hairs that moved up across the gentle swelling of her healthy young belly, and finally he looked all the way down her nicely shaped legs…

My God, he thought, she's breath-taking!

A helpless wave of lust swept over him, and there was a sensation of vertigo, as if he were falling from a great height. And then suddenly June bent -specifically for the purpose of providing her father with a more erotic display – and picked up a napkin that had fallen from the kitchen table. Her breasts swelled forward in the air, her long blonde hair trailing everywhere, and there was the most enticing display of her smoothly shaped young buttocks, out of which no man could help but want to draw handful after handful of curvaceous flesh, smooth, creamy, and white… he wanted only to dig his fingers into those lushly swelling ass-cheeks…

The twelve year old vamp stood up abruptly and brushed her hair back, her breasts shaking from side to side. "All right, daddy-poo. If that's really what you want me to do… I'll go upstairs and get dressed…" June looked at him.

"Will you come and help me, daddy darling?"

He tried to grunt something, but it came out unintelligible. There seemed to be something caught in his throat. He felt his penis expanding, growing larger, harder, filling with blood, becoming sturdy like the trunk of a tree… he knew that the bulge in the front of his trousers was probably giving him away, but then on the other hand he couldn't bring himself to care, either…

Seeing that her dad was struck dumb by her beauty and unable to answer, June merely smiled and whirled around, dancing over to the stairs. Now he would be better able to study her wasp-small waist, the sexy flare of her opulent hourglass hips, the two exotic dimples in either of her ass-cheeks…

As he watched her dance away, Guy felt as if he were strangling on her pure blonde loveliness, which was dizzying in its effect on all of his ardently exposed senses. It was as if his body were covered with hypersensitive antennae, each one catching fiercely erotic signals from that voluptuous turn of his blonde daughter's naked body. She danced up the stairs a little way and he reflected on the head-turning quality of her shapely young calves, and those long legs of hers, so smooth and soft… just right for wrapping tight around a man's pistoning hips.

"Are you coming, daddy?" she asked, turning at the top of the stairs, her blue eyes flashing, her long honey-colored hair whipping back over her shoulder.

Donovan choked, then nodded dumbly. He wanted to protest, but he felt as if there was a long thin rope traveling outward through his rapidly hardening penis which extended up the stairs and was being held wrapped in her tiny hand.

It was impossible to resist. She was too unimaginably lovely. He would have to take his chances with Dora arriving untimely.

For the moment all he could see was this gorgeous twelve year old blonde flesh of his seductive offspring.

He had to fuck her, if she would let him! She had him hypnotized now.

And so he followed dutifully after her, up the stairs, like an obedient puppy.

Upstairs, if he could break from looking at her voluptuous young body, perhaps he would attempt to escape and regain control. For now, he could only obey.

June sensed his indecision and she knew that she had to hold him at all cost.

Her little plan had worked thus far and she'd been terrifically successful, but if he got his senses back together, there might yet be some violent reaction.

And then there was mother to think of. Mother, who even now was probably having the life fucked out of her by their sex-crazy family dog! If daddy saw her before he was fully in June's power, he might snap out of it, come to his senses, and then all hell would break loose. She would have to retain control of him every second.

And to think – at last – at last she was going to feel his enormous cock plunging upward through the hot moist confines of her ardent young cunt -after dreaming about it for so long! His balls slapping lewdly into the sensitive cleft of her buttocks! June felt a sharp intake of breath as she considered this. This was what she had really hoped and planned for all this time – getting daddy to fuck her. Yes, that was what she wanted and she wasn't ashamed to think it. She could even use that sexy, dirty word in her head. She kept thinking it over and over again, considering it… daddy's big thick rod plunging in and out of the clinging wet walls of her pussy…

Donovan trailed up the stairs after her, watching her fleshy young white buttocks joggle from side to side. What if he had misjudged and she was merely teasing? He might be making a terrible fool of himself.

And then there was Dora. Where was she, anyway? The whole thing was fraught with dangerous implications.

Yet on the other hand he felt incapable of doing otherwise. There was no other way – he would have to play this thing out to the very end and see what transpired.

And then finally they were at the top of the stairs and on the landing.

Donovan followed after her, after that beautiful long blonde hair falling into the crevice of her nicely dimpled buttocks, his breath coming raggedly. And then June paused at her bedroom door and turned to face him, her tantalizingly heaving breasts fairly glowing with rosy desire, her nipples stiffened with desire like succulent little cherries. Her father's mouth watered further and his nostrils flared.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen in his life.

June fluttered her eyelashes demurely. "Come here, Daddy," she murmured delicately as a faint breeze on a mild spring day. "Come here and help me dress." Her long slender fingers turned the doorknob and the door clicked slightly open.

Guy gasped. "Uh…" But his feet moved inexorably forward. He felt lost now, whirling headlong downward into a boiling molten pool of heady sensuality. And then suddenly he was standing next to her at the door.

"My, daddy," she whispered abruptly through her sultry parted red lips, her delicate hand darting out to trace fondly the enormous bulge in his pants. "My Daddy. Daddy, you feel so good… so nice and hard…"

He shook his head, speechless and almost without breath, unable to think or talk. What – what was she going to…?

Guy felt as if his eyes were going to explode out of his head. This… was… oh Lord…

"Do you want me to take it out, daddy?" she asked sweetly.

Teeth chattering stupidly in his head, he nodded dumbly, snorting with pleasure. And then her fingers were there, cool and grasping, pulling on his cock, pulling it out, her fingers all over his raw, exposed nerves.

"Oh, Daddy," she breathed ecstatically, suddenly sliding to her knees, one hand moving tantalizingly down the entire length of his body, and then suddenly it was out, all of its rigid male hardness, and Guy Donovan's eyes rolled up and backwards into his skull. He groaned and pressed his fingers into the glowing soft blondeness of her beautiful hair… and then there were her soft red lips folding around his cock… right there in the hallway… a tongue licking out, licking the cum off the tip of his hardness, licking all around his trembling, throbbing penis, and then she was sucking mindlessly… mindlessly … taking his cock all the way… deeply… deeply… into her beautiful throat …

"June… oh, June… daaaaarling… ohhhhhhhh…" And his head strained ecstatically backwards, deliriously happy… … Just as June's foot nudged the door of her bedroom open and Guy's eyes, glancing, were able to catch the two partially inhuman creatures who were so ardently coupling there on his beautiful young daughter's bed…