Chapter 13

Although he had appeared calm and poised to Joyce, Howard Cramer did not feel quite that confident as he drove the car about the streets of town for what seemed like hours. Finally, he stopped at a bar and had two quick drinks, after which he drove back home and parked the car in the driveway. Jumping out, he slammed the car door so loudly that the sound in the night seemed to be capable of traveling far. He stopped in his tracks and asked himself why the hell he was thinking about absurd matters such as sound travel. He knew the answer. He was trying to keep from thinking about his daughter inside the house, his daughter who had sucked him off the night before and who was undoubtedly waiting to do it to him again.

Howard entered the house and locked the door carefully. He walked through the kitchen to the front room, looking for Joyce. She was not in the room but was upstairs he discovered a moment later, when he heard her footsteps overhead. He went to the bathroom, turned on the light and stared at himself in the mirror. "Yeah," he muttered, "I'm going to do it. Damned right I'm going to do it. I've already done it once, might as well again."

He studied his hands and saw that they were shaking. He left the bathroom, found a bottle of whiskey and had several drinks before the trembling in his hands ceased. He took a deep breath and went up the stairs to his room. He undressed quickly putting on only the bottoms of his pajamas. He lay down on the bed and waited for Joyce to come to him. It occurred to him that he had not turned off the light, so he did so.

He waited.

It seemed like an hour before he heard footsteps in the hallway. They came to his bedroom door and ceased. He had left the door ajar, but he could not see her. "Kitten," he said softly. "Yes, daddy," she answered. "Come in."

He saw her enter the room, saw her come to the opposite side of the bed and stop.

"Get in bed, kitten," he told her, glad that his voice was not shaking.

She climbed into bed rapidly, and he was shocked to discover that she was entirely naked. Did he have a wanton for a daughter? If so, did she get this from him or her mother? It could not be her mother, he concluded, because her mother had been anything but a wanton. She must get it from him. Was it true that children received their characters from their parents? Howard did not think so. He thought that everyone had his own character regardless of who his parents might be.

"Want me to suck your thing, Daddy?" she asked, startling him further. "Like last night?"

He put his arm under her neck and about her warm body, more to keep from having to answer her than anything else.

"Daddy," she asked, "do you want me to satisfy you?"

"Yes, kitten, in a minute. Just let me get used to your...warmness. What makes you so warm?"

"It's because I'm passionate," she said bluntly. "I want to suck your thing, daddy."

"Where," he asked carefully, "did you ever learn about...that sort of thing?"

"Books."

"What sort of books?"

"Just books. The ones you read all the time."

So, she knew about the books he read, did she? "I see," he said, trying to sound grave but not pulling it off very successfully. "Where did you see the books?" he asked, stalling for time now.

"In your wall safe. You left it unlocked one time, and I took three books out and read them."

Howard cleared his throat. His penis was growing, and he could feel it happening. "Did you like the books, kitten?"

"Yes. They were wonderful. I don't blame you for reading them. I never read anything so fascinating as those books."

Howard cleared his throat again. "Yes, they are fascinating. Lots of people won't read them though. Claim they're dirty."

"Lots of people must be dumb then, daddy. I didn't see anything dirty about them. I thought they were just wonderful."

He squeezed her shoulders with his arm. "You're quite a girl, kitten."

"I like you, too, daddy."

He fell silent.

"Daddy," she said after a moment, "would you mind if I played with your dingus."

"Do you want to, kitten?"

"What I want to do I wouldn't even dare tell you, daddy, but can I play with it for a while?"

"Yes," he said. "Play with it. You may play with it."

He felt her hand go about his erection in the darkness. He shivered, but it was a shiver of delight.

"You know something, daddy?" she asked, "I think...I'm not sure...but I think you must have an awful big cock."

There was something about hearing the four-letter word that set him up in fine style, perhaps more than he desired at the moment. "Where did you pick up that word, kitten?" he asked.

"Everyone knows that word, daddy. I knew it when I was only ten."

"Kids," he said darkly.

"What did you say, daddy?"

"Nothing, dear. Now that you have my...cock in your hand, what do you plan on doing with it?"

She giggled but did not answer.

"What's so funny, dear?"

She giggled again.

He remained silent and lay still for a long moment. "If you won't tell me what's so funny, tell me what you are going to do with my...cock?"

"If I tell you will you promise to let me do it?"

"Yes, I promise," he replied.

"I'm going to suck it, daddy."

He was silent again for a moment. "If you want to suck my cock, why don't you begin?" Howard was trembling again, just as he had before taking the drinks.

"What are you shaking for, daddy? Are you cold?"

"No, not cold. Excited, kitten."

"Do I make you excited, daddy?"

"Yes, yes, for God's sake! What do you want me to say?"

"You aren't getting mad at me are you, daddy?"

Howard took a very deep breath, held it and then let it out slowly. When he had done so, he answered her. "No, I'm not mad. I'm anxious to get started."

"You'd like me to suck your cock, wouldn't you, daddy?"

"Yes, kitten, I'd like it. I'd like it very much."

"I'm glad, daddy."

"Will you please do it?" he asked somewhat harshly. "This waiting is driving me crazy."

"All right, daddy. I'll suck your nice, fat cock now."

He waited, but she did not take it in ner mouth. He was at a loss for an answer as to what to do. He wanted her to suck him in the worst way, but she had not done so. He contemplated grabbing her head and forcing his penis between her lips but dismissed this immediately as being foolish. It would not work. A man could not force his penis into a woman's mouth.

A woman's mouth?

Howard stirred restlessly as he tried to figure our a way to induce her to commence. There seemed to be no way at all. He reached down and pushed her hand away from his penis, which she seemed reluctant to let go of. Nonetheless, he made her let go of it and then turned over on his side, his penis pressed against the bottom of the bed.

"Are you mad at me, daddy, for not sucking you?"

He didn't even try to answer her. How could a man answer his kid when she asked a question about a subject like that?"

"Daddy," she persisted, "won't you talk to me?"

He cleared his throat noisily. "What do you want me to say, kitten?"

"I don't know," she replied. "All I know is I don't feel like taking your hard-on between my lips and sucking it."

"Then get the hell out of my bed," he growled.

She was silent for a moment. "I don't want to, daddy."

"Will you please stop calling me 'daddy,' if you don't mind? I'm sick of hearing that word."

"Do you really want me to get out of your bed?"

"Yes," he cried savagely. "I don't like being teased."

She was silent again momentarily. "I wasn't teasing you...father. I was just trying to get myself...ready."

"Get out of my bed," he repeated angrily.

"All right, daddy."

He felt her climbing out of the bed and though he wanted desperately to stop her, he did not. Instead, he closed his eyes tightly as he heard her footsteps retreating down the hall. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her to come back that he wasn't angry, but no words would come from his mouth.

Howard Cramer was in a bad state of mind.

He turned and tossed on his bed, his mind caught up in a black anger. He was in the mood for getting horribly drunk. It was some time, however, before it really dawned on him that it might be good to take a few drinks. He jumped out of bed and raced down the stairs to the bottle he had left on the bar. He poured himself a drink, straight whiskey, and downed it, nearly choking on it.

"Jesus," he muttered, "got to watch that." After taking a drink of water to wash out his throat, he poured himself another whiskey. "I got a damned little bitch for a daughter," he muttered darkly. "I've got to be careful of her...she could kill a man." Even as he drank the whiskey, he was not sure of what he meant. He shook his head trying to clear it. "I've got to get it into her tonight...the little bitch is driving me crazy."

He leaned on the bar and had two more drinks, one quickly following the other. He noticed that his penis was very hard, and his hand stole down to touch it furtively.

"If I don't get 'em off I'm going to die," he mumbled. "I got to take her, kid or no kid, daughter or no daughter."

He walked up the stairs and went directly to her room. Entering it, he moved cautiously, for it was very dark and he didn't want to stumble over a chair and fall. When his legs came in contact with the edge of her bed, he reached down and felt her legs.

"Kitten," he said hollowly, "are you asleep?"

Her answer came clear and direct. "No, daddy. Do you want to get in my bed with me?"

"Do you mind if I do, kitten?"

"No, I don't mind, daddy."

He crawled in bed and instantly felt the heat of her young body beneath the covers. "I'm sorry I spoke angrily to you, dear. Forgive me. I guess I'm a bit out of sorts tonight."

"That's okay, daddy. Do you want to fuck me?"

Howard was shocked by her words just as he had been earlier but said nothing about it. He decided to go along with her line of talk-things would be easier that way. "Do you want your daddy to fuck you, dear?" he asked, having some difficulty in getting the words out.

"Sure I do. I want very much to have you fuck me, daddy. I hope my cunt is big enough to take your large cock."

Howard Cramer felt hot beads of thick fluid running down the sides of his erection. He groaned and moved over on top of his daughter and brutally inserted his penis into her cunt. He placed his hands under her young ass and pumped prick into her as savagely and as far as he possibly could. It was a bit much for the girl apparently, for she cried out numerous times and her cries sounded mixed-partly from bliss and partly from pain.

Howard Cramer became like a man gone berserk. He fucked his teenage daughter as if she were a whore he had picked up on the street-brutally, quickly, savagely. He exploded in her cunt soon, and when it happened he kept on pumping prick into her tight, little cunt. Soon, he exploded the second time. Still he continued despite her cries of real anguish now-the pain of it must have been terrific. He was pumping so furiously that his cock slipped out of her, and he seemed to lose his sense of balance much in the manner of a drunken man, though he was not drunk from alcohol but from need.

Somehow Joyce managed to slip out from under him and with a wild, chilling type of cry threw herself on top of his sweaty body. Howard tried to push her away, to turn her over on her back so he could fuck her one more time, but she was too quick for him. She found his dripping penis and with a groan that sounded like something out of another world, she fastened her lips about his throbbing tool.

Joyce sucked her father's cock wildly, furiously.

Howard Cramer tried to resist her doing this -he really wanted to fuck her again instead of being sucked-but she was unbelievably strong.

Her tongue ran over the wet head of his prick furiously, frantically and her lips moved up and down quickly, lovingly, crazily on his tormented rod.

Howard Cramer lay back and let his daughter suck him.

Why fight it?

There was one thing he knew for certain-never again would he have to go without sex. He had a sex-hungry teenager in his house, and he intended to make full use of her obvious need to suck a cock.

Howard sighed as the peak was nearing again. He stiffened his entire body and as he held her frantically bobbing head gently between his two hands, he felt the thick cum squirting into her mouth, just a little at first and then a long, hot stream of it. Even after he had ceased to flow, she continued to suck his rod.

Howard gratefully patted her head. "Thank you, kitten," he murmured softly. "Thank you so very much."

"Oh, daddy, I do so love to suck you off. May I do it every night?"

"Of course, dear," he replied happily.