Chapter 11
Sherry had been pleased to hear from her dad. Though she realized he must be terribly worried about something to summon her all the way from Chicago, she was pleased that he had turned to her for help. His call only reconfirmed a decision the redhead had just made.
She was going to move back to her home town. She wanted to be part of a family again. The big city had been fun. She had made a success there. But there was no reason why she could not be a successful interior decorator on the West Coast. And with her family there to support her, she was sure she would be a happier person. When she returned from her ten days with Sue and Ricky, Sherry discovered at once that things were no longer the same between her and Rod. He had been sleeping with other women and he told Sherry he thought it was time they had more space to pursue their private lives.
Sherry had been hurt, but not as hurt, she knew, as she would have been before her visit home. Rod had been a very pleasant waking dream. But she too had outgrown the space they had shared. Her incestuous relationship with her young brother had fortified Sherry to resist the temptations and disappointments of her life in the East. She had been wanting something more out of life and Ricky had shown her what it was.
Family.
It was almost eleven when her plane landed, but Ray was there to meet her. He said he had told Blanche he had some last-minute plans to verify with his architect. It had happened before. Blanche would not worry, he said.
Sherry felt a surge of love for her dad. It pleased her that he cared enough to make sure his wife would not have to worry. He was such a kind man. Such a generous man.
Sherry realized on the drive to the hotel that, if Ray had not been her father, she would have been madly in love with him. She had had a tender crush on him ever since she was twelve years old. It had left an indelible impression on her to see the hurt in her dad's eyes when he realized his wife had left him. She had wanted so much then to do something to make him feel better. She had done all she could, but it had not been enough. She had not been enough of a woman then to help him. Ever since then, when Sherry looked at her handsome dad, she wanted to pull him to her and make up to him for the hurt.
Ray had room service bring up a bottle of scotch. He had two drinks before he worked his way around to the reason for his call. "I'm sorry to bring you all the way out here like this, Sherry."
"That's okay, dad. I'm planning to make the move permanently in a while, anyway." It pleased her to see her dad's eyes light up. It felt good to be wanted. The redhead could no longer understand the hunger of her younger self that had made her run off and leave behind the most important things in life. Love and security... and family.
"That's terrific, Sherry. It'll be good to have my favorite things in life. Love and security... and family.
"That's terrific, Sherry. It'll be good to have my favorite girl close again."
Sherry felt a lump in her throat. She covered herself by reaching for the scotch and pouring herself another drink. It had been a long time since she and her dad had had a private heart-to-heart. She was enjoying herself. It didn't even bother her so much anymore to admit she was feeling sentimental.
"Maybe you can help me straighten out your brother and sister, since you're going to be close by. I'm real worried about them, Sherry."
Sherry felt a twinge of foreboding. It had never occurred to her to worry that her dad might have found out about her and Ricky. "What's up, dad?"
He finished off his third scotch, hesitated a moment, then poured another. "I came home unexpectedly the other day. Blanche wasn't with me, thank the lord. I don't think Blanche could have handled what I saw."
The light began to dawn in Sherry's eyes. She thought she understood. Ricky was some kid... even more enterprising than she had given him credit for. She wondered who the lucky girl was.
"They were making love, Sherry. Ricky and Sue. Right in the middle of the day. In your sister's room. Stark naked, they were. And having a hell of a good time, I might add."
Sherry noticed her father's speech was getting thick. She noted the twinkle in his eye and realized his memory was exciting him. It was exciting her too. She had always enjoyed hearing about other people's love lives. "Dad, they were getting to that age, you know. Who were they with?"
Her father stared at her. His eyes told her what she had not understood before his voice did. "No one, Sherry. They were making love to each other. It would be bad enough if they'd been in there with another boy and girl, but I wouldn't have dragged you all the way from Chicago for that. This is incest, Sherry. What am I going to do about it? What are we going to do?" He took another drink. "Jeez, I'm glad you're here, Sherry. I could never have handled this alone. And I could never tell Blanche. She's a very proper lady. A real dynamo... " He blushed. "She observes all the rules, just the same."
"I... I don't know, dad... " Sherry had been standing by the window. She found the bed and sat down heavily. She was wracked with guilt. It had been one thing for Ricky to make love to her. Even though she was his own sister, she was a mature woman. She had made her own choice. But Sue was just a child. The experience of having her brother for a lover might affect the whole rest of her life! She might be ruined for normal relationships!
Sherry was very concerned about her beautiful young sister. She was also a little jealous. She had thought she and Ricky were sharing something exclusive, something forbidden, fleeting, beautiful. The boy had lost no time in replacing one sister with another!
Though she knew it was ridiculous at a time like this, Sherry began to worry that Ricky had liked making love to Sue better. After all Sue was twelve years younger than Sherry. It wouldn't have hurt her so if Ricky had chosen some other girl. But her own sister! Sherry felt betrayed by her young brother. The seduced had so quickly turned into the seducer!
Sherry realized her father was watching her, looking for her reaction. She tried to smile. "It'll be all right, dad. Don't worry. Would you like me to talk to them?"
"I'd like it if you would." He got up to refill her drink and sat down clumsily on the bed next to her. His face was very close as he continued. "You should have seen them, Sherry. He was up behind her, shoving his cock into her as fast as he could. She was shrieking like a little whore. Telling him to do it harder. Telling him how good it felt. My own daughter, acting like a whore. I hope I'm not shocking you, Sherry. But you're the only one I can talk to about it."
"I understand, dad." The nearness of her father made Sherry nervous. All the scotch she had been drinking was giving her the queerest feeling. She could look at her father and see Ricky. She had thought her brother so handsome and realized he looked like her father. Now she knew she thought Ricky handsome because he looked like her father.
The alcohol was confusing the woman. Crazy thoughts raced through her head. She thought she knew now why she had been so wild when she was nineteen. Why she had left home. She couldn't stand the strain any longer. She couldn't stand loving the man she couldn't have. Her own father!
Every other man she desired was quickly hers. But there was nothing she could do about her unnatural passion for her father.
Father and daughter's eyes met and there was a flash of understanding followed by a stronger flash. Desire. Desire long repressed. Hot. Relentless. Overwhelming.
Ray had always considered himself a moral man. He knew what was right and what was wrong. When you could fool around and when you couldn't. There had been no doubt in his mind that incest was wrong. And then he had watched his young son and daughter making love and he had wondered. Now he looked at his oldest child and realized it was Sherry who turned him on, who excited him... not because she looked like her mother, but because she was a beautiful vibrant woman.
He grabbed hold of her head. His hands clutched cruelly at her thick red hair. His tongue stabbed deep into her mouth and was answered just as quickly, just as hotly by his daughter's tongue. Their mouths ground greedily against one another. The force of her response flooded Ray's senses. He felt an overwhelming urge to possess her. To make the beautiful writhing woman who was his daughter his lover.
The scotch grappled with Ray's conscience while his hand reached up under her dress and grappled with her panties. His fingers forced their way into her crotchband. He grabbed himself a hot soft handful of pussy-flesh. She moaned into his mouth. Her cunt wriggled against his exploring hand. With hungry abandon, he ripped her panty crotch and reached for his fly. In an instant his cock was free of his pants. It was thick and throbbing, swollen with lust for his twenty-seven-year-old daughter.
Things were happening too quickly for Sherry to think about them. A moment before, she had been depressed by the knowledge that her young brother had become the lover of their young sister. She had felt suddenly that she was odd woman out, because she had been far away, because she was a generation older than her brother and sister.
Now, none of that seemed to matter. She no longer had to look at her brother and think how he reminded her of their father. She had her father's face hovering over her. His tongue delving deep into her mouth and dueling with her own. His hand working into her cunt, wriggling around deep inside her moist pussy-hole. "Uuuuuuhhh... oooohhh... God-d-d!" She felt his hard rubbery cock nudging against her thigh and she began to tremble all over. He had pulled his cock out of his pants! He was going to screw her!
For a moment, Sherry felt intensely frightened! She wanted to scream at him to stop. It was so much more intimidating to think about screwing her father than it had been to decide to screw her brother. Her love for Ray had been a well-kept secret for a long time. She had not even admitted it to herself. Now suddenly all the forbidden passion was welling out of her. Choking her. Scaring her.
What would it be like between them when it was finished?! When their passion was spent?! That was what she feared... that and the thrill of being screwed for the first time by the man who had had the greatest share of her love her whole life long. Sherry was suddenly face-to-face with her moment of truth!
There was no time for long decision-making. And though she could have screamed out no, she did not. Sherry had been a bold creature all her life. Though she was afraid of meeting headlong such a violent passion, she knew she could not live with the knowledge that she had passed up the opportunity.
Right now, Sherry did not want to be sane. She did not want to be reasonable. She wanted to feel her father's turgid cock soaring up into her heated cunt!
Pushing her skirt up well above her waist, Ray climbed on top of his mewling daughter and guided his cock-tip to the hair-lined slit of her pussy. He nudged at her cunt for a moment, teasing her, teasing himself. He asked himself briefly if this was really what he wanted to do. It was a foolish question. For a man like Ray to have gone this far in defying his lifelong code of morality, it had to be something he really wanted to do.
Strangely enough, watching his son and younger daughter making love had given Ray the courage to go ahead and grab for the lusty experience he had refused to let himself think about. He had come face-to-face with his attraction to Sherry. And he was ready to do something about it.
He shoved his hard cock deep into his daughter's clinging receptive cunt!
Her pussy was unbelievably warm and tight. "Ooohh Sherry! God, your cunt feels good, baby!"
"Uuuuuhhh... oh, daddy! Oh, screw me, daddy! Screw meeeee!"
Feeling Ray's swollen cock inside her hungry cunt had unleashed a demon in Sherry. With no consideration for whether the hotel room was well sound-proofed, she thrust her pussy up to meet his stroking cock-shaft and wailed out her pleasure. Time after time she felt his hard cock-tip collide with her cervix. She moaned and tried to wriggle her pussy even tighter up around his cock. The redhead had never felt so filled in her life... or so fulfilled.
Her father's big rutting cock gave Sherry a raw primal pleasure that was new to her. That made her body tremble and shudder with passion.
"God, I'm cummm-ing-g-g! It's so good, daddy! You're making me cummmmm!"
Ray could feel her pussy spasming around his buried cock-shaft. Her cunt grabbed at his cock convulsively while her orgasm ran its peak. He began to screw her again, in deeper slower strokes. After the thrill of the first impalement... after the excitement of making his daughter cum... Ray wanted to relish the experience, to slow down the tempo, to savor the joy like fine old whiskey.
Just hearing her call him daddy instead of the grown-up dad made his balls throb. He buried his face against her shoulder and worked his cock in and out of her cunt. He reached into the front of her dress and found her breast. The nipple was hard with her excitement. He rolled it around between his fingers. She moaned and thrust her tit into his hand as she thrust her cunt up onto his cock. Ray thought he had never savored a woman who suited so perfectly his every erotic fantasy. The lewd thought struck him that it was only right that Sherry should fit him unusually well. After all, he had made her! And after twenty-seven years, he was making her!
He wanted to laugh with the relief of at last reveling in the forbidden lust that he had so long tried to deny. The scotch still pumped through his veins, protecting him from guilt, shielding him from thoughts of Blanche and what he might be doing to his marriage. Ray had started to see some of his old girl friends, from time to time. That was okay in his code. He believed a man needed more variety than a woman. But taking his own daughter for lover was moving beyond the pale of the permissible, the acceptable. Ray could not even know if he would accept himself in the morning.
But right now he had Sherry's warm clinging cunt to make the world look rosy. Again he began to work his cock more quickly in and out of her pussy. It was hard to feel lazy and languorous. Sherry made his blood boil!
"Uuuuuhh, baby... you're beautiful, just beautiful! God, your pussy's tight, Sherry!"
"Daddy, I'm glad you like me! I've always wanted to please you, daddy! I've always felt so bad about what mommy did to you!"
"No, baby, no! Your mom was good to me! She gave me you!"
Sherry did not know if it was the alcohol or the erotic tension of the moment. She felt like a child again. She felt so small, so dependent on the big man thrusting his cock again and again into her stretched throbbing cunt. The redhead realized she was allowing herself to feel dependent on her father's masterful overwhelming passion. It was something she did not let herself do with other lovers. Or, when she did feel herself getting dependent, she got nervous, she shied away. The way she had been doing with Rod before the break came.
Her father was different. Her father was the one man in her life who commanded her total love, her total allegiance. Though Ray had always been very loving toward her, she had always feared losing his love. She had absorbed her mother's guilt. Her mother had refused to be remorseful about what she had done to Ray. Sherry felt the remorse for her. Sherry had been carrying the burden of that great childhood disappointment ever since!
But each stroke of her father's cock was freeing her of that anxiety. For the first time, Sherry could rejoice in the fact that her mother no longer stood like an invisible devil between herself and her father. The slate was clear. She and her dad had found a level where her mother no longer belonged. They were no longer just father and daughter. They were lovers... but special lovers, because they were father and daughter.
"Oh God, daddy! I'm cumming again! Aaaagghhhhh!"
It had been the last swelling of her father's cock that tickled her nerve-endings into another climax. Ray too was cumming! "God, baby! It feels good to cum in your hot pussy!" He felt his hot cum erupting into his daughter's convulsing cunt. He clung to her fiercely, riding out the crisis with her. Even when it was past, he continued to cling. "Oh, Sherry," he said softly at last, "what have we done?"
Sherry stroked her father's graying blond hair. She felt very content. She could not believe that they had done anything depraved. She felt so fulfilled. The long waiting was over. "Something beautiful, daddy. It was good. Let's not feel bad about it."
He kissed her softly on the lips. He struggled to his feet and tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants. His cock throbbed at the sight of the lewd string of cum that still clung to his daughter's thigh. He couldn't look her in the eye. Not now. "Will you still talk to the kids for me, Sherry? I'll tell them you're arriving tomorrow. I've got to get home. Blanche will be worrying."
"I'll talk to them, daddy. Look at me, daddy." Slowly his eyes met hers. "I love you," she said. "You're a good man." The throbbing in her sated cunt told her so.