Chapter 5
(mmg, Mg, Mmbg, exhib, voy, nudity, oral, anal, rim, spank, inc)
Nikki's mom wasn't as cleaver as she thought she was...
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**DADDY WINS**
The new school year started. I had turned eleven that summer and Billy and I were now in the sixth grade. Jason was now a sophomore at Herbert Hoover High and was getting more and more hair by the day, and he was beginning to look quite wooly. His dick was also getting bigger which I liked a lot.
As for me, my tits had practically exploded over the summer and a C-cup bra was just barely enough to contain me. On my five- foot- five- inch frame, those C-models looked plenty big. I was still the only girl in my class who had tits, and I had them in spades. The boys all noticed, but the girls... what a catty lot!
Billy, he had grown some hair too, especially above his cock, on his balls and his arm pits. He was beginning to stink some days too and had to be told to use a deodorant. He was cuter than ever before too, something the other girls noticed. But Billy, like all the other boys, pretty much treated the other girls like they were some sort of alien creatures.
Just as was I coming to terms with Mother, everything changed again, and I think for the better. Not for Mother and me, but for Daddy and me. I wasn't privy to any of the negotiations, but Mother and Daddy came to an agreement and settlement.
I remember clearly when we all sat in some lawyer's office and I was told what was to be what. After making a cash settlement with mother, Daddy got the house. She couldn't afford it, nor did she want it, as she was remarrying. Her new husband to be, my future stepfather, was her boss and he was loaded.
I had some friends who parents were divorced, so I knew what to expect... I would be going to live with Mother and my new stepfather. The very idea of moving away from Billy, Jason and Mr. Jack was mortifying. But that's not what happened. Daddy was to have custody over me and I would be visiting Mother every other weekend and on Wednesday evenings. I jumped up and hugged Daddy with tears of joy. Mother was just her usual cool self with me.
That night I went and stayed with Daddy for the rest of the week. He'd drop me off at school in the morning and then picked me up at Mr. Jack's. That weekend, we loaded all his clothes into the Caddy and went home. By then Mother had most of her stuff out of there, but she still had a few things. We crossed paths several times with us coming and she going.
When Mother was ready to go for the final time, she told me, "I know things have been difficult between us, Nikki. But do know that I love you."
"If you say so," I replied as civilly as a petulant and angry pre-teen could. She went to kiss me on the forehead, but I turned my head so that she kissed my hair.
It wasn't until she backed out of the driveway that I had a change of heart. I whispered, "Bye, Mommy," and started to cry.
Daddy's first order of business was to go swim in his pool, even though swimming season was over and the water was cold. He didn't swim for long, but I know he enjoyed every second of his victory. That night, he pushed the knife into whatever good feelings I still had left for Mother.
"I thought the mother always got the kids in a divorce," I told him as we ate supper.
"Normally that's how it's done. But in this case, her husband to be, your future stepfather, made it clear to her that he didn't want, and I quote, "some bratty out-of-control teenager ruining his life," unquote.
"Don't get her wrong, she loves you, but once the chips were down, she loved him more than she... I shouldn't say that. Forget that I said anything other than your mother loves you." But he had said it and I knew it was true.
As if to emphasize the point over the coming months, Mother often had some excuse why she couldn't see me this weekend or that weekend, mainly because she and Marvin were going out of town, or going to some big party, or whatever. As for Wednesdays, she never had time for that either. That was all fine with me, as I detested Marvin. He was an arrogant bastard who wanted nothing to do with me and the feeling was mutual. Much later, like when I was a senior in high school, I learned that Marvin had had kids of his own who were much older than me. His kids had been nightmares as teenagers, always getting into trouble with the police, doing drugs and getting underage girls pregnant. No wonder he didn't want to deal with me too.
While we were talking, I told Daddy about seeing her that day years before, half naked in the living room, giving some man in a business suit a blowjob.
"That'd be Marvin," Daddy sighed. "She'd been sleeping around with him for years. She didn't know that I knew, but I knew.
"I had a private detective documenting her adultery over the years. I had a tiny camera installed in our bedroom. It recorded everything that went on in that bedroom. And while I was away on the road paying the bills, she and Marvin regularly used my bed while you were at school. The recordings were date and time stamped. Every night in my motel, I could review that day's recording over the internet and every week I saw plenty. My private eye kept every recording.
"When I dropped that on the bitch, she folded and settled on my terms. Neither one of them wanted those tapes made public, especially Marvin, as he was banging your mother while his wife was slowly dying of cancer. He had aspirations for public office and it just wouldn't reflect well on him if they were made public."
I also learned that Marvin's wife died just before Daddy got his big promotion. She wasn't even cold in the grave and they were planning how they were going to take Daddy to the cleaners, but Daddy was way ahead of them.
With Daddy back in his house, he naturally wanted everything his way, which was no surprise to me. Daddy always got what he wanted, regardless of what Mother thought about it, and who was I to deny him. Immediately he declared Friday nights to be dance night, just like it was when he was on the road. I practiced several nights a week while he was out of the house, but it had been months since tried on my costume. To my dismay, my pretty sequined bra was too small. Oh, I could get it on, but it was much too tight and very uncomfortable.
Naturally I told Daddy about it and he said no problem. A few days later and new top arrived via Fed-Ex. It was gold, glittery and a very skimpy one-size fits all top. I put it on and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't believe just how skimpy it was. It was all strings with two tiny triangles of material that covered less than half of my breast flesh. I loved it! The way my boobs bulged from all sides made my tits look even bigger than they were. Along with the new top, he also bought me a matching glittery new bottom to wear under the see-through skirts. Gawd, there was no back to them at all and very little in the front. Mother never wore anything that revealing when she danced for Daddy, and I could hardly wait.
I asked him if he was going to invite Mr. Jack over for the performance. "That's a good idea, Nikki. Jack loves to see you dance. He's always talking about it."
He paused as if in thought, then added, "I suppose you'll want to invite his two boys too." He paused again with a frown on his face.
"Oh, what the hell! They probably see you naked all the time anyway."
He paused again and then with a snort commented, "Good thing your mother put you on the pill."
Daddy picked up his cell phone and called Mr. Jack. "Jack! Hector. How are you?...
"I'm fine, great in fact... Say, Nikki's going to belly dance tomorrow night for me. You and the boys want to join us?..
"Great!...
"Sure," Daddy laughed, "you bring the scotch and I'll bring the dancing girl...
"Tomorrow at seven?...
"See you then, buddy."
He hung up and then called Mr. Jack right back. "Jack, Hector again. I forgot to ask. It should be a nice weekend, do want to go fishing?...
"Great!...
"Saturday or Sunday?...
"Sunday it is.
"Say, you wouldn't be up for a round of golf Saturday, would you? ...
"You would! Fantastic! I'll call the club and get us a tee time....
"You bet, buddy. See you tomorrow."
I was kind of disappointed that Daddy would be gone most of Saturday and Sunday, but then I realized that I could be with Billy all day. Maybe Jason too!
**THE DANCE**
In my basement dressing room, I heard Mr. Jack and the boys come down with Daddy. I had already done my hair and applied my makeup and just needed to dress. I only had the bottoms on and was struggling with the top when Daddy partially opened the door and asked if I was ready.
"Give me ten minutes, Daddy," I answered as I worked at getting the new top tied in the back.
Then came the skirts. They're not actually skirts, more like six-inch wide panels of flimsy material that allow for a lot of bare leg exposure. I had a decision to make as to how many of the nearly transparent skirts to put on, too many and you couldn't see a thing, too few and you saw too much. I decided on three layers, not realizing the lighting in the den was different than the lighting in the dressing room.
Next came the hip-riding coin belt, the armlets, my rhinestone headband, and ankle bells. With the money from the last time I danced for Daddy and Mr. Jack, I bought several toe rings which I now put on.
I checked myself out in the mirror. From the front it looked as if I had nothing on under the skirts. I checked the back. The dangling coins hid from me the fact that my butt crack was visible through the material; once I started moving... not that I minded any of them seeing my ass, but I wasn't sure if Daddy wanted me that exposed.
Satisfied that I looked sexy as hell, which I did, I put on the finger cymbals. Opening the door, I made the finger cymbals ring, signaling Daddy that I was ready.
The music started and I danced out into the room, hips in high gear, with my fingers, ankles and coins jiggling with Daddy exclaiming "Opah! Opah!" I had been practicing sexy looks with my eyes and now used it to maximum effect. Around and around I went, shaking my tits and my ass in each of the men's faces, giving Daddy most of my attention.
Billy, being Billy and a crass twelve year old boy, blurted out, "You can see her ass!"
"Opah!" responded my Daddy who wasn't at all displeased with how much I was showing. Actually I wasn't revealing that much, just enough to make it interesting, very interesting.
Again, Daddy and Mr. Jack stuffed paper money where ever and how ever they could stuff it. The boys were less generous, mainly because neither had any money except for the few one dollar bills their dad gave them.
I danced for the forty five minutes or so the CD played. I took a break in my dressing room while Daddy and Mr. Jack freshened their drinks. I had been sitting, resting and catching my breath for only a few minutes when Billy came in.
"You're not supposed to be back stage," I chastised him.
"I just wanted to tell you how sexy you are. You know you have everyone hard out there, including your dad. Why don't you wear that outfit more often?"
"It's a dance costume, not for daily wear."
"Well, you should wear it. To school. Everyone would go nuts!" he laughed.
"I'd get suspended," I laughed back.
The door opened and Daddy called out, "No molesting the entertainment, Billy."
"Yes, sir. We're just talking."
"Talking, my ass. Out of there, boy."
Billy leaned over and said in low voice, "You coming over tomorrow?" while making an obscene gesture with his index finger thrusting into the hole made by his other hand.
I reached out and grabbed his crotch. He was hard alright. "Yes!" I whispered. "Now go!"
I took a thirty minute break and then heard the music start up. It was show time again.
**HOUSEKEEPING**
Life without Mother was very pleasant. With her completely gone, I no longer felt that I was just a bother to her. But as I learned in the following weeks and months, she did a lot for me and Daddy. With her gone, it became my responsibility to cook and clean every night. Well, not every night, as Daddy took us out to eat several nights a week. I quickly became thankful for everything Mother taught me about cooking, even though it was pure drudgery at the time.
I also gained an appreciation for what it took to keep the house neat and clean. I wasn't doing such a good job at that, so Daddy hired a maid to come in once a week to clean, wash clothes and change the bedding. But even with the maid, I had to keep things picked up and the kitchen clean. Daddy expected it and I did it. He absolutely hated coming home to a messy house which severely cut into my after school time with Billy and Jason. As for getting laid by Mr. Jack, forget it. But other than that, I didn't miss Mother.
I saw Mother and Marvin a few times before Christmas and hated every moment of it. I know I showed it too, as Mother would get very angry at me for being rude and unpleasant, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be with Daddy and not with her and Asshole.
At Christmas Daddy took me to Colorado to go skiing. He rented a very nice condo right near the ski lift. I'd never been skiing before and neither had he, so we both took lessons. Soon I was out on my own while Daddy floundered around on the bunny slope. There were lots of cute guys, but most of them were with their girlfriends. Besides I might have looked older than I was, but I didn't look that old. One of my ski instructors hit on me when Daddy wasn't around, but he freaked when he discovered I wasn't even twelve yet.
Still, I had a great time. I finally talked Daddy into getting off the bunny slope and going up the mountain with me. We stuck to the trails marked green and had a blast.
The condo had a hot tub out on the balcony. It was quite private unless someone was up on the mountain, which was unlikely after dark. It was here that Daddy gave me my Christmas present, a new swim suit for the summer. One that I could wear in the hot tub. One that was as skimpy as the dance costume bottoms and top he'd bought for me a few months earlier.
I held up the tiny black number and exclaimed, "Gawd, Daddy. Why don't I just go naked for you?"
"I'd like that," he laughed. "But this is sexier."
He was already in his swim trunks and urged me to go change. I came out, 95% naked, and he exclaimed, "Opah!... Turn around, darling... Opah!"
Opah indeed! My daddy was a dirty old man and I loved him and loved showing off to him. That's as racy as it got in Colorado, but it got me to thinking.
**BACKDOOR CAFE**
Back home, I expected I'd have to spend a few days with Mother, but she and Marvin were off somewhere out of the country. Yea!
Better yet, Daddy had to work too and that let me spend a lot of time next door. Mr. Jack decided he could take off from work, and I got my brains screwed out by him, Jason and to a lesser extent, Billy. Not that Billy didn't participate in nearly every screwing, he'd hold my hands stretched out over my head or help hold my legs open as his dad or Jason plowed me. That said, Billy was still my best friend and I could spend hours just slobbering all over his dick and whenever I asked, he'd go down on me.
It was during these precious days that Billy introduced me to oral-anal sex. His dad had gone back to work and Jason was off with his friends with empty balls. We were upstairs in his room, lying around naked in his bed when he told me he wanted to do me anally. I was fine with that, rolled over onto my stomach and waited for him to prep me with lube. I smiled and hunched my butt up as I felt him prying my ass cheeks apart. I was expecting the shock of cold lube on my offered anus, but felt him bury his face between my buttocks and the warm and wet embrace of his tongue on my hole. Okay, I liked that I thought, but I wasn't expecting him to continue, but that's what he did. Over and over he licked over my anus, teasing it to open and when it did, he drove his tongue up into me.
"Oh, gawd, Billy," I moaned as I ground my ass up into his face. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
He didn't stop, he just continued licking and probing and wiggling the tip of his tongue over and in me. He ate my ass like he was eating my pussy, with gusto. I kept myself fastidiously clean back there, so I wasn't worried he'd get sick or anything, not that I was thinking of that at the time. While he slobbered all over my butthole, he had a hand under me, his thumb strumming my clit, one of the many tricks his dad had instructed him in.
It wasn't until I had a screaming cum that felt the cool wetness of the lube which was quickly followed by his dick sliding up into my rectum. He fit inside me so nicely. It was heavenly.
When it was all over and I was heading home to put supper on for Daddy and me, I couldn't wait for him to do that again and the very next time we were alone, he did. A month or so later I began to think it was kind of odd that he only did that when Jason and his dad weren't around. I thought he might be embarrassed about it, which would have been a first, so I asked him about it.
"The reason I want to keep it a secret, Nikki, is I just don't want Dad or Jason doing that with you. That's just for me and you, Nikki. Okay?"
"What if they do it anyway?" I asked flattered by his desire to keep something just between us and no one else.
"If they do, they do," he replied with a sigh.
**RUB-A-DUB-DUB**
Towards the end of February, Dad was out inspecting the fence around our backyard. It was old, showing its age, and didn't fit into his idea what his backyard oasis should look like. So he had it replaced with an eight foot tall, red cedar fence. The difference it made to the appearance of the pool area was like night and day. Not only that, but there was no way snoopy old Mrs. Watson would be peeking over the top of the fence which was what Daddy had caught her doing just before Christmas. When it was finished, I was anxious for it to warm up enough to justify firing up the pool heater. But alas, it was months away before Daddy said he'd heat the pool, saying it had to be warm enough to get out of the water and not freeze to death.
As I waited for spring to have sprung, I kept thinking about that tiny black thong bikini Daddy had bought for me to take to Colorado and how much I wanted to wear it again for him. Then I realized I could wear something like it around the house at night right now. I had some cut off belly shirts that I knew he liked for me to wear when it was warmer, and I had lots of thong panties he'd bought for me too. Why hadn't I thought of that before? So, after supper one night, I did just that. Only I waited until I was just about to go to bed.
He was downstairs, smoking a cigar and watching TV when I came down to tell him good night.
"Opah! Opah!" he exclaimed as he saw me. I spun around to show him my ass which I knew he liked.
"Opah! Opah! You're going to give me a hard attack dressing like that, baby girl."
I'm not really sure if he said "a hard attack" or "a heart attack", but I took it as a compliment either way. Anyway, I came over to give him a good night kiss and he pulled me into his lap. His hand was up under my shirt and dangerously close to my boob, but not touching. His eyes were blazing as I sat there provocatively dressed. I guess I could have placed his hand on my tit to encourage him further, but I didn't.
He swallowed hard and said, "You'd better get to bed," and bounced me off his lap, giving me a slap on the butt to send me giggling on my way.
The very next night, after supper, he asked me if I had any homework that night. I didn't. "Then after you clean up the kitchen, I want you to go get ready for bed." He then retired down into the basement den for an after dinner scotch and a cigar.
I cleaned up the kitchen, took my bath and dressed in another belly shirt, a solid red one and a black thong. I put on a little eye makeup and headed down to the basement. We had one of those gas log fireplaces downstairs and he had it blazing. He needed it warm too, as he was just in his boxer shorts waiting for me.
He smiled, raising his fat cigar to me and softly said, "Opah, my baby girl. Opah!"
I began towards him, but he held up his hand and stopped me. "Turn around, baby. Ooooo yeah! What a fine ass. I bet those boys like that fine ass as much as I do, don't they?"
I surmised that his tongue had been loosened somewhat by the scotch. I didn't answer and just stood there looking over my shoulder as he ogled my totally exposed butt.
"Well, do they?"
"Do they what, Daddy?"
"Do they like your bare ass?"
"Daddy!" I exclaimed feigning shock.
"Oh, come now. Those boys see that fine butt naked all the time. Tell me, which one is better?"
I turned to face him, surprised that I was somewhat embarrassed by what he was saying. "Better? Better at what?"
"Sex!
"Oh, don't look so surprised! I know you do both of the boys, or do you?"
"Daddy!"
"Which one is better?" I just stood dumbly not answering.
"Okay, which do you like the best?" he pressed.
"Billy."
"Billy? He's kind of young."
"He's my friend. My best friend."
"And he fucks you?" Was that really a question?
I guess he saw that I was distressed with the way the conversation was going.
"You go swimming naked with the both of them, and spend every afternoon alone with them, so who's best doing it?" I didn't answer.
"Look, kids having sex is normal. Your mother and I both think you're too young to be doing it, but you are and it's just a fact. I can't stop you from doing it any more than I can stop the sun coming up in the morning, so I won't try. But, as your father, I need to know certain things."
"Okay, you know. I just don't want to talk about it."
"I understand, baby. I do understand. We'll talk about this later. Now, come here."
He put the drink down and patted his lap. I came and saw how high his shorts were tinted. Daddy was a big man, big arms, thick legs, big chest, a big head, big ears, big feet and big hands. It was pretty obvious that he had a big dick too, a whooper, not that I didn't already know that. I sat on his big boner lengthwise and felt how thick it was.
"See what you do to me," he said as he placed his hand on my exposed tummy, a thick finger lightly digging into my deep belly button.
"Are you mad at me, Daddy?" I asked.
"Heaven's no! You're a delightful daughter."
He paused and then said, "Maybe this isn't such a good idea."
"Why, Daddy?"
"I think you know why. I'm your father, not some kid with a big dick."
I laughed lightly saying, "You are rather big, Daddy. You're very hairy too," I added as I ran my fingers through his chest hair.
"You'd better stop," he said.
"Why? I'm just sitting with you," I cooed as I toyed with a plump nipple.
"You're doing more than just," he snorted.
"You want me to stop?"
"Hell, no, but go no farther, sweetheart or I might not be able to control myself."
"Is that a warning or a promise?"
"Both."
We sat for a few minutes in silence with me playing with his nipple and his hard dick pressing into my buns. Suddenly he said, "That's enough!" and bounced me off his lap.
"Go put on some clothes."
"But, Daddy..."
"Go put on some clothes before I..."
"Before you what?" I said sassily.
To my utter surprise, Daddy grabbed me and threw me over his lap. WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Daddieeeeeee, noooooooo!"
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
"Stop! Stop!"
He stopped spanking my exposed buns. It stung, but it really didn't hurt. I kind of wanted him to continue, but with Daddy, I knew he could really make it hurt if he wanted it to. Then I felt his big hand gliding over my butt. Now, we were getting somewhere! But after a minute he stopped and popped me good one last time.
WHAP!
"Owwww!" I yelled out as I popped up and off his lap. "That hurt!"
He looked at me with his stern, I-mean-it look. "Go put on some clothes." I figured that I'd better do as he said.
Somewhat miffed at his hot and cold acceptance/rejection of my attempt to have some fun, I stormed off to my room.
"I'll show him," I decided once in my room.
I pulled out my baggiest and ugliest sweat shirt and sweat pants and pulled them on. Then I got out my rattiest old pair of flip flops, the ones he told me to throw away and slipped into them. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I decided I didn't look unattractive enough, so I messed up my hair. Looking sufficiently awful, I headed back down into the den.
The first thing I noticed was that he had put on some clothes too. And he had turned the fireplace off as it was kind of warm down there. He didn't even look at me when I came in, but just sat there with his cigar clinched between his teeth watching the TV. I came and sat near him and noticed that he was watching some naked woman pouring milk all over her body.
He pulled the cigar from his mouth and picked up the remote. "You're too young to be seeing this," he said clicking off the TV. "Go to bed, little girl."
"You told me to put some clothes on and I did," I answered.
"Now I'm telling you to go to bed. Now, get!"
"You don't have to be so mean," I replied and in a huff I stormed out of the den and back upstairs. Dejected and rejected, I went to my room, slamming the door behind me.
Sitting on my bed with the stupid purple unicorn bedspread, I picked up the nearest teddy bear and launched him across the room. Soon everyone of my stuffed animals was somewhere on the floor.
'What's with him?' I wondered as my anger abated somewhat. 'First he wants me to expose myself to him and when I do, he runs me off! I don't get it! I just don't get it.'
Looking at my favorite teddy bear, Poochie, lying upside down against the wall, I felt sorry for him. I picked him up, petted and hugged him to my cheek , telling him how sorry I was for being so mean to him. As always when I was upset, Poochie made me feel better. Soon all my friends were back on my bed.
I decided that whatever Daddy's problem was, that it was his problem, not mine. That made me feel much better. I looked at my KittyKat clock on the wall with its wagging tail and moving eyes and saw that it was still rather early. Nonetheless, I decided I'd go get my bath and just go to bed. Things would be better in the morning; they usually were.
I filled up the tub in my bathroom with hot water and a good portion of bubble bath. Soon I had huge mountain of bubbles to immerse myself in. It felt good to take a hot bath, especially with all the bubbles. I thought back and wondered what happened to all my Barbie Dolls that used to take a bath with when I was younger and wished I had one to enjoy all the bubbles with me.
Then I thought back to the time when I brought some bubble bath over next door. Billy and I had a blast taking a bath together. I wished he was here with me now, sitting opposite to me, pushing his foot between my legs and goosing my cunny with his toes. Soon I was pretending my hand was his foot and drifted off to that place I went where I glided along on a plateau of sexual bliss as I brought myself one little cum after another in an endless stream. But there was an end, there was always an end, especially when the water grew cold.
Still covered in bubbles I dried myself off and then slipped into one of Daddy's big t-shirts that I wore to bed nearly every night. I didn't fuss with my hair, as I hadn't gotten it wet, however, I did shape it up with just my fingers. Looking at my thick dark hair in the mirror while running my fingers through it, I was pleased with what saw; the long flowing curls and the body and natural bounce it had as well as how it shone. It was nice hair, beautiful hair and I was thankful that Mother had taught me how to care for it so that it looked as good as it did.
Thinking of Mother made me a little sad, so I switched to happy thoughts... Daddy. My Daddy loved me, but... Oooooo, what's his problem tonight? Oh, well, adults... who can figure them?
Just as I stepped into the hallway from the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Daddy going into his room. I paused at his door, wondering what he was up to as it was still early. Then I had a wicked thought. Was he going in there to beat off, like Billy and Jason did all the time? Guys were like that, I knew, or at least boys were. I wondered, 'Do adult men, Daddy in particular, ever do that?'
Then I thought, 'What if he is? What is he thinking about? Is he thinking of me?' That big hard dick I was sitting on was because of me, so why not?
I then decided, 'What if I accidently walked in on him doing it? Would he have a cow, or would he just keep doing it like Billy and Jason do?'
I gave him a few minutes to get his pants off and then tried the door knob. It was unlocked! As carefully as I could, I turned the knob and then eased the door open until I could see his bed.
Rats! He wasn't there.
Then I heard his shower running. I poked my head through the door and saw that his bathroom door was open. Daddy was in the shower, all naked and yummy! Maybe I could hang around and get a look at that big hunk of man-meat when he came out. I wondered what he'd do. Would he yell at me to get out or would he just stand there and let me get a good look?
I stepped into his bedroom and approached the bathroom door, positioning myself to get a look when he came out. I was standing there for a moment or so, getting all excited and everything when a sudden inspiration hit me. 'What if I... What's to stop me? It'd be too late for him to do anything about it!'
With that I pulled the t-shirt over my head and discarded it on the floor. Boldly I walked completely nude into Daddy's bath, slid back the glass sliding door and stepped in with him.
"Nikki! What in the hell are you doing! You can't do this!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, Daddy, be quiet! I need a shower too and to help save the planet, I'm going to shower with you.
"You do want to help save the planet, don't you?"
"What are you talking about?" he nearly shouted. "You can't do this!"
"I'm doing it, so hush up and let me wash your back!"
Like I mentioned before, Daddy was a big man and big all over. He was also very hairy everywhere too and he reminded me of a big old bear. He had his back to me this entire time, so I still hadn't gotten a good look at his dick, but... As soon as I began running soapy hands over his broad hairy back, he stopped complaining so much.
"We shouldn't be doing this," he said over and over. "We shouldn't be doing this."
At least he was no longer saying that I shouldn't be doing this, best of all he wasn't making any effort to make me stop. My hands went down onto his big butt. He didn't have a fat butt, just a big butt. As I took liberties with his hairy buttocks he kept saying, "We shouldn't be doing this..."
I went down the back of his thighs, first one then the other, then washed each of his calves in turn. Going for broke I told him, "Turn around, Daddy."
I saw his big feet move as he turned. Then I looked up and there it was, his big beautiful cock! I was like, holy shit! He's huge! And he was cut, just like Mr. Jack. The head was huge as well, but unlike Mr. Jack whose cockhead was very tapered, Daddy's looked almost blunt. And I could see his balls too, except they weren't like any set of balls I'd seen before, these were bull balls, each the size of an extra large egg.
Daddy was looking down at me as I was looking up. His expression was... I don't know, but he wasn't angry or anything.
I washed up the front of his legs and once at the top of his thighs, I hesitated a moment, then I did it, I took his big cock into my soapy hands. He was already half hard when I first touched him, but now he surged to rigidity. With Mr. Jack, if I squeezed hard I could get my fingers all around him; not Daddy... I couldn't get close to touching my thumb to my finger tips.
As I began sliding my hand up and down Daddy's thick shaft, I stood up and as I did, I dragged my boobies over his tummy. I wasn't that tall, never was, and my eyes came level with his big nipples. Looking up into his face I smiled.
He didn't smile back as he said, "If we start this, Nikki, there's no going back. What's done will be done."
I didn't directly answer him, just smiled up at him as the warm water beat down on us. Then he put his big hand on top of my head and pressed down, pushing me back down to the level of his cock. By then the water had rinsed the soap off his dick. I didn't know if it would fit in my mouth, but I gave it a try. To my surprise and delight it fit, just barely. Good thing I had a wide mouth, because it fit when I slid my lips over the thick organ.
He now tightly held my head in both of his big paws and began pushing and pulling my mouth onto his cock.
"You know I'm going to fuck you," he said while I sucked him. "I'm going to fuck you cross eyed. I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked before, Nikki, then I'll fuck you again and again. It won't be like fucking those boys, I promise you that.
"That's it Nikki girl, suck my cock. Suck your daddy's cock, sweet girl... hmmmmmm... fuck, yeah, suck it, baby. Suck it... Yeah, just like that.
"Damn, you really know what you're doing, don't you, sweetie... You've been practicing, lots of practice. Yeah, suck my dick..."
Suddenly he began growling like a bear and I felt his thick dick expand even larger.
"Aaaarrrrrgggghhhh!"
A huge load of his cum shot into the back of my throat. I swallowed just in time for next copious gout to flood my mouth. He continued growling and shooting what seemed like buckets of semen and I was having a hard time keeping up with it. And it had a strong taste, not a bad taste, just stronger than what I was used to. Still he kept growling and his dick continued to pulse like it had a slow heart beat of its own and the cum kept coming and coming. I finally had to pull away, but he held me tight to his spouting prick. All I could do was keep swallowing and swallowing, lest I drown in it.
His grip suddenly eased and I was able to pull off and as I did, yet another wad of man goo hit me in the face. In awe I watched as the massive organ continued to throb and pulse, the flow of semen now reduced, his large piss slit yawning wide as it continued to gush it's juices. Not wanting to waste a drop, I attached my mouth back over the sperming head to receive his manly essence.
The pulsing faded away and the great phallus began to soften and then droop. It was easier now to suck too, but he pushed me away and then stood me up. For several moments he was breathing heavily with his eyes closed.
Taking one final deep sigh and looking me in the eye he said, "Where did you learn to suck cock like that, Nikki? Damn, that was the best blowjob I've had in years!"
Wiping away the semen on my face he then kissed me saying, "Thank you, sweetheart. We'll have to do that again and do it soon."
"I'd like that, Daddy," I replied.
"So would I," he replied with a grin. "Now for the fucking you're begging for..."
Holding me firmly by the arm like he was afraid I'd escape, he shut off the water and threw open the shower stall door, pulled me out with him and without bothering to dry off dragged me to his bed and deposited me in it.
Meanwhile I'm thinking, 'How can I take that cock in my pussy? He'll tear me in half!' Not that I had much time to think about anything, because next thing I knew I was flat on my back with Daddy holding my legs spread at the thighs. He dove in head first into my pussy, devouring my sex with his big tongue and munching lips. Compared to Mr. Jack's measured oral ministrations, this was more like a violent oral rape.
I never knew Daddy had such a big long tongue, but I shouldn't have been surprised. I nearly went out of my skull when he nibbled my clit with his teeth. He was an animal, a big wet hairy bear animal and my pussy was his dinner. In no time at all he had me panting and then into orbit when my nervous system went into overload. It was the best, most intense orgasm of my life. I didn't know where or who I was, there was only room for my pussy and his voracious mouth in this blissful universe. I thrashed about on his bed, screaming my pleasure to the heavens, my fists crushing the comforter in my hands as the intense shock waves rolled over me time and time again.
The devouring mouth stopped devouring me, not that I was aware of it at that very moment while tremors continued to course through my pre-teen body. The next thing I was aware of was Daddy, sitting on top of me, but not crushing me, straddling my body at my abdomen, his hands or rather his thick fingers rolling, pinching and gently pulling on my nipples.
"You've got a set of tits, baby," he said with a grin. "Nice full, firm tits. Tits made for sucking."
Scooting back, he leaned forward simultaneously and took a nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling at it and sucking on it. As Billy and Jason are very well aware of, my nipples are very sensitive and directly hardwired to my clit which was already throbbing. I grabbed Daddy's head and held him to me, it just felt so good to have him sucking my tits.
He did one until I was so sensitive that I had to push him away, then he did the other. I was in heaven, but that nip got too sensitive very quickly and even though it felt so good, I had to make him stop. In one move he slid back up my body and bracing himself with the headboard, put that big old dick back in my face. He dangled it over my face and then moving his hips, swept the still wet head across my face several times, stopping with it pressing onto my lips.
Automatically it seems, I molded my lips about his bulbous glans and began caressing the silky smooth expansive surface with my tongue. I felt the spongy head begin to firm up and then become harder. His dick grew in length and pushed deeper in to my mouth. As it lengthened, it also grew thicker and thicker as it became harder and harder.
Just as I thought, 'My god, he's going to shove that thing down my throat,' he pulled it out, a great battering ram ready to ravish me. He slid back down my body and between my legs. Fear gripped me in anticipation of what I was about to endure.
Then to my surprise, he rolled us both over with me on top. Much like I might play with one of my stuffed animals, he lifted me effortlessly and put me in position over his jutting member.
"Now, take it slow, baby. Don't rush it. Just take as much as you can handle and then wait for your cunt to adjust. Just take it slow. I don't want to hurt you, Nikki. I just want us to fuck and fuck we will."
"Okay, Daddy, but you're just so big. I don't think it'll fit."
"It'll fit, just give it a little time. It's not nearly as big as a baby and you could handle that. Your sweet pussy is designed to stretch and it will stretch enough for my cock. I know it's big, and you're not the first girl to be intimidated by its size, but trust me, you're going to love it."
"I don't know, Daddy," I whimpered holding myself above the battering ram he wanted to fuck me with.
"I do know," he replied. "Now, lower your cunt onto my dick! Do it, Nikki! You wanted this and by god, you're going to get it. Remember, I warned you not to start this, but now that you have, I'm going to get my cock in you one way or the other.
"Now, do we do it the easy way, baby girl, with you in control, or do we roll over and I'll just shove it in?"
"I'll do it, Daddy, I'll do it. Just give me a minute and..." He grabbed me by the hips and pushed me onto his dick, the great bulbous head spitting apart my labia, poised at the entrance to my vagina. I knew he'd just push me down further if I didn't do something, so I began rotating my hips, kind of stirring my honey pot with the head of his cock. I pressed down while doing this and his glans lodged in a little deeper.
"It's too big, Daddy. It's too big," I pleaded.
"Push down on it, Nikki. It'll fit. Trust me, it'll fit."
"I don't know, Daddy. I don't know."
"Push!" I pushed and my pussy tube widened just a little allowing another fraction of an inch to enter me. I still had miles to go.
"Push!" he commanded. I pushed again and it nearly took my breath away. About this time I was really beginning to regret teasing Daddy like I had. He did warn me, but now it was too late, I had gone too far with him.
"Push!"
I sat more weight onto his cock, but nothing happened until he jabbed up into me. By then my pussy lips were stretched to the limit about the thick girth of his cock.
"Push!"
I moaned as I pushed down, this time a half inch of his cock moved up into me.
I was panting like the women in the Sex Ed movie we saw in class giving birth. They showed it more to scare us into abstention than to educate us, because none of knew why the women were panting. I now knew why and I wasn't even having a baby, I was taking a huge cock, my daddy's cock, into me for the first time. I could only hope that afterwards that there would be a second time, but for now...
"Push!"
"It's too big!"
"Push!"
"Oh, fuck!"
"Push!"
It must have taken a least a half hour to get his dick halfway to my womb.
"Okay, now pull up a little and then go back down," he instructed.
I pulled up a little and was surprised at how easily it went back in to where it had been. Up, down, up, down. I felt my clit, mashed up against his cock roll back and forth. He was playing with my nipples again and it was too much, I saw stars and fireworks going off after my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My motions became more urgent, more frantic and I bounced and bounced on his big dick, driving it ever deeper into my pussy until it bottomed out on my cervix. Still I bounced, fucking myself on my daddy's cock, the orgasms rolling over and over me. It was an otherworldly experience.
I finally couldn't take it anymore and mustering all my strength, I hurled myself off Daddy's dick, landing on my back next to him.
I was finished, but Daddy wasn't.
In an instant he was on top of me, completely covering my petite body with his massive frame without crushing me underneath. He spread me open with his knees and rammed his dick all the way into me, slamming into my cervix. I thought I was going die, but then he rammed it against my cervix again, and again and again. Pain and pleasure melded into one has he fucked me and fucked me hard.
I was way past being fucked cross eyed when he finally unloaded in me. I must have been only semiconscious at that point, as I don't recall him sperming my cunt. I only remember him pressing his still drooling dick to my lips, but I didn't have the strength to suck him.
Either I fell asleep or I passed out at that point, for my next conscious thoughts was of Daddy shaking me and telling me, "Get up. Time for you to go to school, Nikki."
I didn't move fast enough I suppose, or perhaps I didn't move at all, as he scooped me up out his bed and took me into the shower with. He turned on the water and I was hit with a cold blast of water. That revived me!
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed.
"Got to get you up and at'em, sweetie, and I can't let you go to school smelling of sex."
"It's cold!" I protested.
"Give it a minute and it'll warm up."
That was the longest minute ever! I had goose bumps all over me and my nipples had shriveled up to the size of green peas. But it did warm up. By that time Daddy had me scrubbed down and my poor pussy... it felt like the lips weighed five pounds apiece they were so swollen and engorged. But Daddy didn't care, he was just determined to get me to school on time that morning.
As I waddled from his car into school, it felt like someone had punched me in my cunt, and I suppose Daddy had. I had to beg off participating in PE that morning, complaining to my teacher that I was having cramps, which wasn't totally untrue. She was very understanding.
By the end of the school day, I felt much better. The swelling had gone down and I no longer felt like I had two partly filled water balloons between my legs. As I walked home with Billy, he asked me if I wanted to fool around that afternoon. I begged off, explaining I was having cramps.
"You're not knocked up, are you?" he indelicately asked.
"No, Billy, I'm not knocked up. I just don't feel up to it. I had a very rough night last night and I didn't want to go to school today, but Daddy made me."
"Oh, okay. I understand," he said, but then he asked, "Will you suck my dick?"
"Billy! I don't feel up to it."
"How about if I lick your asshole?"
That was an offer hard to refuse. "Hmmm, maybe."
"Maybe? You must be really sick," he observed. "Bet it makes you feel better." It did make me feel better and getting fucked in the ass didn't hurt either.
In Chapter 6 - Nikki spills the beans and her daddy confronts Mr. Jack about what has been going on next door over the years...
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