He laced his fingers around mine, squeezing hard. I suppressed a shudder.
Daddy's free hand went for the remote next to him and raised it to the DVD player beneath the screen. With a flick of his fingers, it turned on.
The movie was in black and white. I didn't see anything at first except an empty room with a bed. A couple seconds in, a smiling woman wandered in completely naked, a beautiful young creature with long wavy hair and pert little breasts.
My eyes haphazardly peeked at my own breasts. I wasn't ugly by any stretch, but I wondered if I'd ever have anything like that, and then immediately wondered why I wanted such rotund, perfect mounds.
The woman lay on the bed and spread her legs. A large man came onto the stage next, just as naked as her, wearing nothing but a severe expression on his face.
My flesh quivered. The pinkish flush devoured me as he held himself between her legs, fondling her breasts and kissing her deep, angrily rubbing his swollen hardness against her lower lips.
“Any questions so far?” Daddy looked over, excited stars in his eyes. “This is what comes naturally to a man and a woman in love. There's no degeneracy here, nothing God didn't intend – just raw loving.
“Do you recognize the couple? That's Miss Pattimoore and her husband from our congregation. They like to make these home movies in their spare time, sharing their love for each other with the rest of us.”
My heart skipped a beat. Now, I saw the resemblance, strangely intrigued by watching two people I knew engaged in something so intimate.
“Daddy, I don't know about this,” I said, my voice low and hurried. “Isn't this...pornography?”
I wanted to bite my tongue just for saying it. Daddy just stared at me and smiled, releasing my sweating palm and moving his hand onto my left thigh.
No, no, no. What are you doing? Daddy, you're feeding this fire inside me, this terrible instinct that feels like it's going to kill me if I don't do what the man and woman on the TV are doing.
Daddy...please! I can't hold it back forever.
I moaned. My eyes narrowed beneath their lids, reflecting the taboo scene on the television screen.
I saw the way Daddy's ears pricked up at the pleasurable sounds on film. Goosebumps dotted my arms and thighs, cold at first but filling with fire.
He moved closer, forcing me to lean into him, his big hand rubbing a little faster on my thigh. He moistened his lips slowly before he spoke.
“This is called sex, Abby. Foreplay to be specific. It's a what a man does to drive a woman wild before he goes inside her. Do you remember when I taught you about puberty, how the sperm and egg make new life for all complex creatures?”
I nodded, raking my small teeth across my tongue. It was all I could do to relieve the invisible weight draped across my shoulders, a shawl of fire with a will of its own, a power that wouldn't be satisfied until it had driven me into Daddy's muscular arms.
“Now, see what they're doing? The man's cock is inside her. He's beginning to rub so fast, almost like he's scratching an itch. Here, let me turn it up so you can hear the noises spilling out of their throats.”
He picked up the remote and punched the volume button. The sound filled the room, dense and loud, the woman's shrill cacophony ringing underneath her husband's sandpaper grunts.
My sex bristled. I'd never heard anything like it.
I'd scarcely imagined the sounds people made when they were deep in passion. It sounded like two animals fighting, but loving every moment of their physical struggle.
The couple started humping each other faster. Muscles popped and rippled on the big man's back, his labored breathing pouring out the television's speakers, and hers too.
Something very big was about to happen. I'm not sure how I knew it, but I did.
My hips twitched. The bed springs popped underneath us, squealing a little with the wood, just like the creaking bed on screen.
“What's happening, Daddy? Are you telling me this is how the sperm and egg find each other?”
He nodded, a shallow smile reappearing on his lips.
“This is breeding, Abby, just like you saw in the magazine pictures. People are no different than most animals. No matter how civilized they seem on the outside, deep down, everyone wants to do.”
He paused, listening to their frantic movements. The man on screen reared up, clawing at his partner's hands, letting out an explosive grunt as he buried himself up to his swollen balls in the woman's womb.
“He's coming now,” Daddy said softly. “Fucking his seed into her. Did the magazine have any pictures of what happens after orgasm, Abby?”
My mouth dropped open. I stammered something quiet and senseless, struggling for words.
Who's speaking to me right now? Where have you gone, Daddy? Who have you turned into?
The man sitting next to me wasn't my sweet, strict, devout father anymore. He was a man in rut, bombarding me with hungry looks, overpowering the air I breathed with his warrior pheromones.
My deepest muscles sucked and pulled beneath my abdomen. The need to do something started to hurt – especially as the man on screen dove into his mate, sputtering again and again, stirring his hardness around in her center until a jelly trickle steamed out between their flesh.
My gaze fixed on it. I watched his seed run in great gobs to the sheets, more when he pulled out.
That's it. I have to experience this for myself.
I want you inside me, Daddy. Deep and hard until you burst, giving me that honey.
“You like watching it, don't you, Abby? I'll let you in on a little secret – I do too.” Daddy's possessive arm wrapped around my shoulder, pulling me tighter, and soon our faces were only a couple inches apart.
“I know I've cursed pornography before, but it's useful for this lesson. How are you feeling, Abby? Do you feel that fiery tickle deep inside you, hot as coal, so intense that you'd act out what you just saw in our movie with any man?”
“Yes! Daddy, I do. But I don't want just any man, even if he'd feel good inside me. The man I really want is you.”
Blood surged into my temples. So fast, so much I nearly passed out in one stroke.
Perhaps it was part of Daddy's instruction. My rebel lips had just showed me the kinds of stupid truths lust freed, smashing apart wise boundaries and good sense like a wrecking ball on fire.
“Do you really?” He whispered, leaving his lips parted.
His hot breath crashed against my lips, sensual and inviting. My gears churned, dumping a thousand new pales of sinister hormones into my bloodstream.
I wanted to kiss him. Badly. I'd break if he held away his lips a second longer.
“Yes, Daddy. I'm ready for more lessons.” I shook beneath his fingers, a total prisoner to the fire slow roasting my whole body. “Please, show me how to do what they were doing on your film. Teach me all about fucking and coming.”
I sensed him tighten. Every muscle in his body went from granite to titanium, devilishly hard, but alive and blinding as a mushroom cloud.
“If you were still a little girl, I'd tan your ass for using words like that. But you're not, Abby. You're all woman now, thank God...”
Daddy's face came forward, puckered and firm. My first kiss was like an avalanche of brimstone covering my head. The bed, the floor, the whole damned world seemed to bust and splinter at the seams.
I'd come within an inch of passing out into a full blown faint. But then his lips went forward, harder, pushing into mine. His tongue licked my bottom lip, tempting as the serpent's caress.
My breath hitched. I inhaled, and let out everything I'd drawn in as a whimper. Daddy swallowed my airy desire, forcing my lips apart to gain access with his tongue, wild and wet.
Everything inside me foamed. I balled my hands together and pressed down hard on my crotch, almost tearing my dress, but giving mild relief to the unshakeable fire in my core.
My sex steamed. No, it screamed, and its shrill needs exploded into the rest of
me.
I threw myself at him, sucking his strong tongue, winding my little fingers tight around his back. Daddy kissed me harder, scraping my chin with his shallow stubble.
He sucked and teased at my flesh like a maniac fighter who'd finally climbed into the ring once more. In truth, that was exactly what he was.
Daddy had been deprived of a woman's softness since Mom's death. Now, I'd offered it to him, and he wasn't walking away until he'd feasted and sated years of pent up hunger.
He growled into my mouth, pulling away and nipping my bottom lip with his teeth. It was hard and unexpected.
I raised my fingers to my lip after he freed me, rubbing the tiny sore spot he left behind, wondering why something deep within me didn't recoil, but enjoyed it.
“Daddy? What's this?”
“Men and women are like animals, little girl. Sex is a conquest. Sometimes, it has to hurt a little. It's the one thing that turns pain into pleasure, agony into ecstasy. Do you want to know its magic?”
His hands went to my arms and grasped each one tight. Daddy didn't wait for my answer.
“I know you do. Now, no more words, Abby. The time for talk has passed. Lay back, and let Daddy teach you everything with my flesh – so much more than I could ever tell you with pathetic words.”
He lifted me up and tossed me carefully onto the bed. The sex charged beat in my head and the motion clashed, dizzying. Everything blurred for several seconds, collapsing into lust lit stars.
When I looked up again, Daddy's powerful weight was on me, and he was rolling his shirt off over his head. It had been years since I'd seen him bare chested at the beach.
Lucky me, the wait had been worth it.
He was tanned and sculpted like the Spartan men I'd seen in my old classical history picture books. No, Daddy never shirked his discipline in anything, and it clearly paid off where weight lifting was concerned.
Slaving and sweating at the gym's benches for years had carved a great physique. Even now, he looked like a man of thirty, infinitely more powerful and attractive than any of the gangly boys I'd seen at church who were near my own age.
Growling, he dove into me, driving his hips toward mine. He buried me in a new round of sultry kisses, holding me down, a large cat asserting its dominance over a weaker animal.
“Moan again for me, little girl. I want to fill this house with the sounds of your music when you're coming with me.”
His voice was low, husky, and uncompromising. I grunted, wrapping my long legs around his.
Through his jeans, I felt his heat – eager, angry, and so close to filling the room until I drowned in fire.
“Daddy!” I gasped, as soon as he broke his latest kiss.
While his tongue shoved its way between my lips, his hands dove to my breasts, cupping them behind the flimsy purple lilies glowing on my dress.
His palms covered my nipples. The pressure surrounded my erect, hard peaks. Too tense to leave me suffering and empty, but so soft it teased.
Daddy's lips quirked in a knowing smile. My lungs pumped, whistling with heavy air, exhaling the raw depths of my need to cast off my clothing and fuck so hard my entire body rose and shook.
“Do you want me now, little girl? Do you want to feel Daddy's hands mauling these ripe breasts, skating across your flesh, up your thighs, right at the entrance to your sweet little cunt?”
“Oh! Oh, oh...”
His words shocked me into silence. I'd never heard such filthy foreign words coming from Daddy before.
Yes, he'd changed into something else, like a werewolf shifting underneath a huge moon shimmering with lust. And I'd changed with him, the purity stripped away, reduced to a wanton bundle of nerves I barely recognized.
But I wanted to know the new me. I wanted to know Daddy's darkness.
Gritting my teeth, I lifted myself, struggling against his bulk. My dress and panties caught beneath the monstrous bulge in his jeans.
Daddy grunted with satisfaction. His fingers tightened, pinching and rolling my nipples between two fingers. I didn't stop moving until my muscles strained, pushing my full breasts into his hands.
He reared backward, letting me fall. His hands went to my dress straps, tearing them down my shoulders, so quickly that the right one completely snapped his hands.
I panted. Desperation painted everything inside me in a neon red, begging and pleading as my dress peeled away from my skin.
In the lazy summer, I'd gotten away without putting on a bra beneath my clothes. I was glad too, giving Daddy one less thing to do as his hands folded into me.
One caressed my thigh, fingers spread to pet, while his opposite hand resumed where it had left off on my right breast. My bare flesh puckered in his hands, singing its hungry song as his fingers closed around my nipple I bared my teeth. Desire owned me now – or was it him?
I felt like a junkie, spiraling headfirst into sensations I'd never imagined, each one more delectable than the last. When Daddy's lips came to my nipple, I felt the flames shoot up my spine like a rocket sailing into orbit, scorching everything in its wake.
He sucked and nibbled at my pinkish tip, moving to the other one just as fast. I watched them disappear into his mouth like rose buds swept up in slanted rains, breaking and gliding against his soft, wet tongue, feeling ice and fire ripple to my bones.
Daddy's hand went to my knee, winding up my sleek thigh as he continued toying with my breasts. When he reached the soaked pile in front of my sex, he spread his fingers out and groaned.
“God, Abby. I never thought I'd see – let alone feel – my virgin daughter creaming herself like this. All for my cock.” He flattened his hand, cupping the steaming entrance beneath his fingers. I moaned.
“It's amazing what the human body can do,” he whispered, rubbing my drenched panties inward with little swirls. “I kept you away from sex all these years, tried to keep you pure...but you end up hot and wet for a man's touch anyway. Well, it's what God intended.”
No, not now. You can't have any regrets about this Daddy. You can't deny me what I deserve.
I chewed my lower lip, hungry for him to rip apart the last clothing on my body. It was like he read my mind.
A second later, Daddy's fingers caught the waistband and pulled. He leaned up, fisting my humid, musky panties to my ankles and hooking them off my body.
He threw them over his shoulder and let them splatter to the floor behind him. Then, bringing his hands to his own pants, he unhooked his belt and worked on the zipper.
The little zzzzzt sound clamored in my ears like wind chimes. They marked a border formed from sound, between me and an unknown world, a mystery realm I wanted to delve into – no matter the dangers.
“Sex is man's best pleasure, Abby. Better than food or drink, sweeter than the sweetest dreams or the company of a beloved friend. But we're going to do it right.”
In one jerk, his jeans were down. My eyes widened at the stiff heap pulling at his boxers. The long ridge pulsed with a life of its own.
“Daddy, that's your...penis?”
“Call it a cock, darling. And, yes, it's the cock that's going to shake you to the core. I'm going to use it to fuck you, and it's going to be amazing for both of us. Even so, I don't indulge in pleasure for pleasure's sake.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice a shallow whisper.
Why ask? A nasty voice said deep inside me. You already know what he's talking about. And you're right on the edge of bursting into flames for it...
“Pleasure is our reward for breeding, being fruitful, just as Nature intended. So many people lose their souls, fucking for pleasure. We won't forget where we came from, will we, Abby?”
He hooked his thumbs on each side of his boxers and pulled. His cock sprang out, huge and exposed, wagging gently in the still air with his heartbeat.
“No, Daddy. I'm ready for anything.”
“Good. This is a faithful household and you're my sweetest daughter. I don't care about the
other rights and wrongs – just as long as we're true to ourselves. Just as long as we use our bodies as they were intended, to make a baby. The baby God refused to give me before he called your mother home.”
His words were like striking a match inside me. I jerked my arms, hooking my hands above my head, rolling my ankles across his wonderfully naked legs.
“I want it too, Daddy! Please, please...let me give you what she couldn't. I want your baby, Daddy. It can't be wrong.”
His cock twitched and I saw a tiny pearl of translucent fluid appear at his tiny opening, like a diamond stud crowning his magnificent shaft.
Daddy moved fast. He slid toward me, wrapping his purposeful hands behind my back, lifting me toward him.
His erection wedged between my wetness. He planted it carefully, letting it grind so close to my opening. He rolled his hips, showing me what he could do, letting the head of his cock roll back and forth against my clit.
I cried out. His head lowered, sucking one nipple, lifting to kiss and bite at my neck.
We carried on for what felt like a small eternity. My whole body was readying itself for – what had he called it? – an orgasm.
Every muscle became a tight, stringy coil. And the same energy came off Daddy everywhere I touched him, the same wild need to fuse together.
“Hold still, little girl. Daddy's going to take what's his now. He's going to make you a woman.”
Taking one hand, he shifted backward a little, until his cock was pointed like a spear at my dripping wet sex. I clenched my jaw and watched, trembling when his tip came to my silky entrance.
“This may hurt a bit, but only for a little while...”
Daddy pushed, grunted, and then he rammed inside me. He kept going, arching his spine, moving his hips lower and lower like a steamroller.
I whimpered. The last of my virginity ripped apart in one stroke. And Daddy kept coming, parting my walls, aggressively invading me without any regret, filling me to overflowing.
The primal satisfaction rippled in my soul.
When the head of his cock touched the entrance to my womb, he stopped. Daddy spread his hands out on both sides of my head, big and flat, and gazed at me like a bull about to charge with full force.
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