"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.