Chapter 9

I was salutatorian in the graduation exercises of our class of thirty-four. The president of the Bindale Chamber of Commerce said he'd never seen such a fine group of young people, but of course, he made the same speech every year.

I knew at least three of the girls had had abortions. Several of the boys had stolen cars, cheated on their exams, experimented with drugs and so on. And I had sexed it up with my sister, been raped by my father, let Mel and Miz Blossom screw me for money, and I'd done sixty-nines with the English teacher, Miss Barlow, who now smiled up at me from the fifth row.

I fooled around with my classmates, laughed and sang at the party afterwards, pretty proud of myself. I'd gone to school for twelve years, and now it was time for me to carve out a future for Win and myself. I'd always felt the man of our family, because of Daddy's heavy drinking and his being so unreliable.

Win congratulated me with a kiss smack on the lips so that head of the school, Dr.

Brigham, observed curiously. Then she slipped off to keep a date with Pauline while I went to the party. Pauline was leaving for Joplin and had begged for a farewell hour.

At about eleven, I picked up Win in our Rambler and drove her out to farm. Daddy hadn't attended the exercises. He didn't have a good suit, he said. He wasn't anywhere in sight when we reached the cottage. Miz Blossom stopped by and gave me a pretty wristwatch for my graduation and eighteenth birthday. It was the only gift I received, except eighteen smacks and one more on my bare ass from Winnie Joe.

I kissed Miz Blossom and fingered her-she'd left off her pants so I could-and walked back a ways with her, halfway to her house. I would be going to work the next day not in the assessor's office where Mel had offered to employ me, but at a lesser paying job with the telephone company that I'd secured on my own. Miz Blossom knew of a dandy little apartment where we could stay, she said, including pussy privileges for herself of course. I promised I'd talk it over with Win.

Back in the bedroom of our cottage, I found Win standing naked in front of our bureau mirror, patting her tawny mound and admiring herself. I asked, "How did you get along with Pauline Barlow you nut?"

"Scrumptious. I brought her out three times and she did me the same, twice, with her tongue and once lying on me."

I put my hand over Win's small hand over her small pussy. "She likes to butch you best, I guess?"

"Sure. So I let her make me happy. The only thing she misses when she's licking my honey pot with her greedy big tongue is she can't talk to me and she loves to mush it up, gets pretty miffed when I don't call her my wonderful loved one."

"She wants me to visit her in Joplin, promised to send me the bus fare, but I don't know.

Just one of those things."

Win talked it up that way, but in the midst of a languid gesture, she suddenly broke it off and let out a shriek, ducked back the other side of the bed.

Turning my head to see what frightened her, I saw my father coming through the doorway and I let out a yell, too. He looked as Win had described him, like a toothy tiger instead of Daddy, greedy-eyed with no recognition of his daughters, not caring, with nothing in him but raw lust. Win and I were only two females to be mounted.

He was practically naked, and his dicky stuck up bare, throbbing. He had seen Winnie's luscious pussy and he wasn't going to let anything stop him from spiking into that tender flesh.

I was at a disadvantage, being undressed down to my underpants which I'd bent over to take down. They were hung around my lower legs, half off, half on, hobbling me. I took quick, short steps to head off Daddy from going around the bed to reach Win. He swung his arm to bat me aside but as I fell over, I tackled him around the knees and we tumbled down on the bedroom floor together.

Daddy was squirming about but I held on. I got my foot out of one leg of the panties quickly. His big penis was whacking me in the face as we moved. It stuck out like a rifle. I took hold of it, milked it up and down with my hand. I thought maybe I could make him come that way. But Daddy didn't want that and wrenched loose.

Like a quick monkey, Win had scrambled away from the bed, dodged behind him. She gave Daddy a push with all her strength and he crashed down on top of me. I was clear out for a second. The next thing I knew he was fitting that great prick between the lips of my pussy, and wham, it was in me all the way!

He didn't recognize me, hardly even glanced at me. I might have been a great movie star, a Railroad Street hooker, or the chambermaid at the Swift House, instead of his daughter.

He didn't know or care a dribble. I was a naked woman and he was screwing me.

I barely heard Win scolding in my ear. "You don't have to hump him back. Just lie still and take it. Stop that humping him back."

Clever advice from little sister who'd pushed him on top of me!

I shut my eyes and paid no attention. I don't think any girl could merely lie still while Daddy was fucking her. I felt his cock deep in my vitals, arousing urgent tremors all through me.

My arms clung to his bare back and my middle arched to take him in greedy undulations that came as naturally to my body as dancing. I'd never taken dancing lessons, much less attended a fucking school, but I knew how to do both. Mel Blossom's dinger and Daddy's even bigger tool had probed far into my womanhood, opening up a new world of sensual fulfillment.

Daddy's legs were in between mine, the elbow of one arm on the floor supporting his upper body as he posed me, the hand beneath my back. His other hand gripped my left buttock. My legs wound around him at first, then dropped back, because by digging with my heels, I could thrust up harder, writhe my middle with Daddy's pecker jiggling inside me.

I had no thought at all of not humping back. Daddy's magic dick! I wanted the incest as I'd never in my life wanted anything before. This was my graduation night! I said nothing to him. I panted with each spasm of lust. My demands, "Fuck me! Make me come!" were spoken only in my mind.

Vaguely, I could hear Win anguishing. She'd dived into the bed, under the covers, but was staring owl-eyed back in our direction.

Daddy didn't say a word. He didn't know at all that I was his daughter, having graduated high school on her eighteenth birthday. I was only another cunt. The only communication he knew was by means of his big jock. That message came through to me and then some!

I refused to see myself for the pussy-jiggler at that moment living only for the fucking my father was giving me. As he socked it to me, he'd no more be telling me, 'I love you' than he'd recite a poem. Giving me a delirious orgasm never occurred to him either, I'm sure, but nature took care of that. He simply bounced and hosed me, drove to a magic destiny that included me coupled hot-ass with him.

The ecstatic shudders came, sweeping me up in mindless arches of my body as I gloried in them. Nothing mattered, nothing at all, as I zoomed off.

I knew my father was finished. I heard Win plead, whimpering, "You get off her now, Daddy!" Still, I clung stubbornly to him, not wanting any other reality except the throbbing I'd felt in my vagina as he'd delivered his sperm. Now his tortured mind descended from its black cloud He recognized me, and I should have had the tact not to keep hugging him down on my naked tits with one arm, stroking his sinewy thigh with the other hand.

With a grunt and then a loud cry, he sprang off me, shielding his wet member and testicles with his hands. "Carol, stop it right now! You oughnt't, why did you let me do it?"

"Daddy, how could I- "Don't you pretend. Carol could have stopped you." Win screamed at him. "Prancing in here like a snorting bull, getting my sister down, trying to rape me, too."

My father wept, punched his big fist into the wall. "I've done that unforgivable thing. They ought to take me out and hang me." He grabbed up the nearest thing handy, which happened to be my panties. He avoided looking at me as I lay naked on the floor, my pubic hair sticky with dribbles of his semen. Win was in bed with the covers pulled modestly up to her chin.

Daddy ran out of the room, paused at the door to fling my panties back in. They, too, were moist now, from wiping against his dick "Don't you come near me," Win said. "You're unclean. Humping right up to Daddy. I never in my life saw anything so bad bananas."

But after I'd come back from the bathroom and got into bed with her, she fussed over me, kissed my lips and down below where she was sure my flesh must be mangled. "He rammed his whanger into you like a bayonet, huh? Didn't it give you a stomach ache?"

"Don't ask me, I hardly know " My mind was still mired in a sensuous puddle. "When I wake up I'll probably want to throw up-or throw myself away-but right now I guess I'm just letting it go dreaming."

"Well, stop dreaming of it. All pretty urpy in my opinion." Win burrowed her small head between my tits. "Thanks for saving me from him He'd have bayoneted the thing up in me a mile if you hadn't tackled him."

"Yes, and you sure gave him a strong push on top of me."

Daddy's second rape of me settled it, Win said We'd have to take Miz Blossom up on her offer to rent a place for us in Bindale, but I felt absolutely helpless. I didn't know just how I loved my father, as a parent or for his magic cock, but I loved him. He longed to have us girls with him, so I'd have to dangle that for bait. "We're staying away until you cure yourself," I'd tell him. "Whenever you start going to the doctor and taking treatments, Win and I will come back, but not before."

I thought of being eighteen and having graduated of how the people in the auditorium had clapped and smiled up at me after I'd delivered my salutatorian's address and taken my bow the president of the Chamber of Commerce saying he'd never seen such a fine group of young people. He always said that; still, it was nice.

I had received a lot of loving and kissing, good wishes. Miz Blossom had given me a wristwatch. All I got from Daddy was his big prick-but heaven help me, that's the very thing that had thrilled me most of all!