Chapter 4
"What's happened to you, Candi?" John Eller asked, stepping into his daughter's bedroom. He had knocked and she had said to enter. He had noticed how upset she had been at dinner, but he had waited until Dick and Earl were out of the house.
A deep flush colored her cheeks, she did not look at him. Sitting there prettily on the edge of her neatly-made bed, her tapered thighs slightly open, her budding breasts clearly imned beneath her light frock, her startling beauty reminded him so much of his dead wife Bette he felt a fierce surge of animal lust. Not that, though. Not my own daughter!
"I-did something bad, Daddy," she answered finally, her voice shaky. Even the way she talked was like her mother.
"What?" he muttered, unable to keep emotion out of his voice. He already had a suspicion, the way Earl had acted at the dinner table. That young stud would fuck a snake if someone held it for him, and the idea that he had even touched dainty young Candi sent waves of rage through him.
"I-went skinny-dipping with Dick," she breathed, her hands tightly clenched. "I know it was wrong, but-he showed himself to me, you know. I mean it was hard. Then, when I was dressing in the bushes I saw him..."
John's hands balled into fists. Sure, Dick had seen her naked, he had gone up in the bushes and pumped his cock. He was a chip off the old block. A husky kid his age was always jacking off.
"You mean, you let Dick touch you?" he snarled.
"Oh, no!" she gasped. "I ran and hid up in the barn and then Earl came out and he showed me his thing, too-and..."
"I told you not to let them get near you," he growled. "I'm gonna paddle your ass!"
"Oh, please, Daddy-don't!" Candi exclaimed, leaping from the bed. She rushed at him and flung her arms around his neck, shivering. "I-don't know what all happened to me! I just couldn't seem to help myself!"
The feel of her lithe warm body against him spun his senses. He would take care of Earl later. The consuming anger inside him reached a new high. He drew her down, slid her into his lap, face down and lifted the short skirt of her dress. She struggled and cried out, begging him not to!
Suddenly the view of her pretty rounded ass, the feel of her flesh against his knees, the awful appeal of her thin, pink panties, the warm girl aroma snaking into his nostrils-he raised his right hand, but the rage leaked out of him, like water out of a bucket. His cock began to swell...
Candi shook with mingled fright and shame. She was too old to be spanked! He had not done this for years, but she knew how terribly mad he was, and he just might, even yet! She stopped struggling, aware of a new kind of sensation. Candi was no longer afraid of him. She wanted to be held and cuddled and comforted for her sin, not paddled. She was suddenly aware of a hardness rising against her belly! He was getting an erection!
Ohhh, not that! she thought, dizzily. Not my own Daddy, too! I know I have a pretty body, but I didn't want to stimulate HIM with it!
Suddenly a choked sound came from his lips. He eased her from his lap, over onto the bed, stood up and walked out of the room. Ohhh, he was not like Earl. He had courage and the will to resist incest!
A strange thing was happening to her, though. Her pussy was wet, a sweet fierce ache enveloped her crotch, her clitoris tingled! How dirty that was. She fell back on the bed, waiting for that terrible longing to fade away. Her pussy wanted more prick, her own father's prick!
She suddenly recalled the last time she had heard them screwing, only a few days before her mother's sudden death. She had crawled from the bed and placed her ear to the floor so she could hear it all, and she had heard plenty...
" ... ohhh, John-I love that tongue. You just eat me so good!"
A silence, a few faint creaks of the bed, a whimper of pleasure from Bette. He was going down on her! Well, her mother had been very attractive, they made a beautiful couple, and Candi felt suddenly envious of her mother! And the way Bette said it right out-ohhh, how sexy!
" ... honey, I'm cumming!" came Bette's plaintive, excited cry. "Come on, get that big thing in my cunt..."
Candi trembled, unable to believe her senses. She sneaked back into her warm, cozy bed and held her hands over her ears. Even the next morning she would not admit that her mother had spoken such dirty words, but she sure had a pleased look about her, like she had been well taken care of the night before...
Now, after the-wild afternoon event in the hay mow with Earl, remembering his dirty words, the slide of his big cock in her first-screwed pussy, Candi rolled over on her bed and clenched her hands. Her hips wanted to thrust at the resilient mattress, her panties were wet at the crotch, and she hated herself for even thinking about how experienced John would be, how he liked to eat pussy!
He needed to get married again. He was dating that wealthy widow, Sarah Winter, and Candi was sure they were fucking. She was plump and blonde and not bad looking either, only about thirty-five or so. Maybe John had left the house to go downtown and see Sarah.
Feeling better, Candi left her room, walked downstairs and out onto the wide front porch. The ache in her crotch had diminished. She would get some fresh air and then go to bed. And she would fasten the lock that John had put on her door so that dirty Earl would not be trying to sneak in.
Suddenly she saw the red eye of a burning cigarette in the lawn swing and she knew her father was out there in the warm darkness. She had to thank him for not spanking her, she wanted to talk to him. He had been awfully mad a while earlier, knowing that her brother had been in her panties.
She walked up to the lawn swing and sat down at his left, a tremor of excitement stealing through her body. Ohhh, no! They could just talk. He would not touch her in a sexual way.
"Daddy, thanks for not paddling me," she said. "I won't do it again, honest!"
John tossed his cigarette away, his jaw muscles worked. A dim light from the house made him partly visible. His pants were sticking up in front!
"Did he hurt you, Candi?" His voice was uneven again.
"Noooo ... I tried to tell him not to, but something came over me-"
"I ought to horse-whip him," John growled.
"Oh, that wouldn't help anything, Daddy," she said. Candi was over the shock of losing her virginity, and she had enjoyed it! That made it even worse! No girl could ever forget her first screw. I had my fun, dirty as it was, she thought guiltily. That big prick felt so dreamy! When I go to bed I'm going to use my fingers, that craving is coming back!
"Did he-have a climax in you, honey?" John asked, looking at her in such a strange way, she trembled.
"Yessss, but I'm not-you know, having my periods yet..."
"Damn lucky thing!" he muttered.
"Oh, Daddy, why don't you go over and see Sarah Winter," she said, lightly. "I mean, you two are, aren't you?"
He laughed. "Why, you young little devil. Shame on you!"
Candi sighed. Ohhh, she felt so much better! Maybe they could talk more about things. She did need someone besides that silly Sonja to confide in.
"Well, a big handsome man like you needs a woman," Candi giggled.
"Sarah's out of town for a while," her father answered. "I don't know quite how to say this, but you said something came over you-with Earl. Did you-enjoy what he did to you...? "
She felt a shock in her pussy, in her brain. His nearness was like a flame. Now that she knew what a fuck really was, once she had recovered, she had been able to think about little else! Her mind said no, but her pussy said go-go. She had always idolized her father; in the earlier years he had kidded her a lot, bought her presents and told her how pretty she was, but Bette's death had changed him. He looked at her in a different way, now. He wanted her.
Now that he was wondering whether she had liked her terrible incestuous experience she was not seeing him as she had before. He was a strong, good-looking man, she felt naughty vies and that was filthy!
"Well, I guess I'm just human, even if I'm so young," she breathed.
"Damn!" he growled thickly.
John cursed himself. His prick was so hard he could barely sit still. He had resisted the terrible urge to fondle his own sexy daughter once tonight, he was afraid he could not do it again. He and Bette had had a terrific marriage, she had been the best fucking he had ever known, and he had tried plenty of them in his studding days.
For the last year, seeing Candi develop into the prettiest girl in town, he had watched her too much. He even sometimes thought about her when he was pouring the prick to Sarah Winter. He knew a man at the Winton sawmill who was fucking his seventeen-year-old daughter, but she was a kind of fat pig nobody else would date. The news had filled him with revulsion.
Another thought shook Candi's father. After Dick's birth, he had gone to a doctor and had his wire clipped, and that had made Bette even more abandoned than before. No more danger of getting pregnant. One of her very special delights had been offering her hot cunt for his mouth and tongue, then taking his cock just before she blew her goodies. Beautiful!
I could plow a big load into Candi's pussy, even if she did start her periods, he thought, shivering. No worry for her! But I can't. I'd be a rotten sonofabitch! She's table stuff if I ever saw it. That cute ass, those long, sexy legs. She looks so much like Bette it's driving me crazy. She liked it with Earl, she got her little pistol popped! I'll bet I could do a better job on her! I'll bet he didn't even dip his tongue into it.
He slid his left arm along the back of the lawn swing, and around her shoulders. Even her girl-fragrance reminded him of Bette.
"Candi, honey, do you feel what I feel, right now?" The girl's father shuddered, watching the sweet pout of her lips in the dim light, the lines of her trim waist, her bare legs where the hem of her dress struck them halfway to her crotch.
"Yessss!" she gasped, drawing away slightly. "But we just can't!"
"I-know it," he muttered thickly. "You're so much like your mother! Every step you take reminds me of her. Would you at least do something for me? If I brought it out, would you hold it and play around and relieve me?"
Candi felt her ears ring, her head whirled. First Earl and how her own father! His hand on her shoulder was horribly suggestive and she liked it. She adored him, she could trust him, but even if she touched his prick it would be terribly wrong! If she went that far, they might as well fuck!
"Ohhhhh, Daddy, don't ask that!" she breathed, her pussy tingling just the same. "I understand how you feel, Mom was very beautiful, but--! "
She felt him shudder, she saw the huge rise in his pants, a wave of forbidden need swept her loins!
"I'll get you that new bikini swim suit you've been wanting, honey," he said, his voice off-key. He reached for the zipper on his pants and began to work his prick out through the opening! "I know how bad it is, but I'm desperate. You can go in the house now, if you want to. I can do it myself ... "
Candi trembled wildly, started to jump to her feet, a new wave of guilt sweeping her mind. One incestuous wrongness in one day was enough! But the idea of a grown man having to masturbate was just too much! She did want that new mini-bikini. She had shown it to him the last time he had taken her into the village to shop. He had said she was much too young to expose herself in almost nothing. Not any more! He wanted to see her in it!
But I'd feel like a young whore, trading my charms for a feel of his cock! Candi thought wildly. He wouldn't ever tell, though. It would be their own naughty secret. Just using her fingers on his cock would not be really evil. His girl friend was out of town and he was suffering!
Suddenly his prick came out, bare and hard and long! It was even thicker than Earl's cock, the knob was larger. The sight of it hurled awful shivers of dirty need through Candi's crotch! She knew how wonderful a tumid prick felt in her pussy, and she could not resist the temptation!
"Ohhhh, Daddy-you dirty thing, you!" she gasped. A fresh flood of juice oozed into her panties. She was shaking and staring like a bitch in heat!
"Go on, get in the house!" he growled, his hand gripping his huge, sexy prick. "I guess you saw Dick do it, you don't want to watch me..."
"Ohhh, I won't!" she breathed. "I'll do it for you, but that's all! Nothing else! I don't want you to suffer!"
Her father nodded, taking his hand from his cock, lifting his hips forward. He slid his pants and briefs down until his big hairy nuts were in sight, too. The aroma of his maleness was like a stab in her cunt! She was feverish! She did not have to touch him, but now she wanted to!
Suddenly she found herself kneeling in the grass in front of him, her right hand reaching for his prick, her knees open, her whole body shivery with forbidden craving. As her fingers wound around the tumid, heated shaft, as she saw the leak of clear fluid from the huge, skin-framed knurl of his sex, a moan of lust rose from her throat! She was as bad as he was!
"Ohhhh, Daddy, that's such a beautiful big prick!" she breathed.
"Jeeeeeesus!" he moaned, his hips rising, the pillar of his maleness feeling more compelling every second. "Open your dress and let me see your titties, honey!"
Candi quickly unfastened the top of her frock and then lifted her skirt, too. He might as well see her pussy in her thin panties, because she would soon be wearing a new bikini and that would be just as sexy. She was safe with her father, no matter what. She knew he had been sterilized by the doctor. What a terrible thought, but a girl had to be practical!
With her dress open, and her pert little titties sticking out, because she never wore bras, she reached for his prick again and caressed it. Ohhhh, wild! It tensed in her hand again, he groaned with pleasure. Somehow she was not as scared as she had been with Earl, there was always a chance of pregnancy ... even before she had those monthly flows.
Oh, I love to feel his prick! she thought, her fingers seeming to know what to do. All up and down his thickness, feeling his tremors of delight. Incest could not be all that bad when a girl was really in need!
"Damn, you're pretty!" John muttered, gazing from her bare titties down to her crotch. "Take your panties off, honey. I want to see your cunt!"
Daddy was just as filthy as Earl, but then he and Bette had always said it right out, he was used to being frank about the parts of a girl's body.
"Yesss!" she gasped, hating to let go of his prick even for a second. She was glad the lawn swing was shielded from the road by a high hedge. Dick and Earl had gone downtown to a movie and would not be back until much later. The light from the porch was quite bright enough.
She tucked her skirt high, slid her moist-crotched panties from her hips, tossed them aside and crouched in front of John again, spreading her legs so he could easily see her naked pussy. Ohhh, he was really looking at it!
As she returned her right hand to his big, hard prick, he shuddered again. More fluid oozed from the hole in his glans, the skin around it was sliding down farther, the whole knob was tensing. Earl's prick had startled her, but John was letting her get used to his!
And it was just torture having it so close, fondling it and not being able to feel it in her cunt!
"Does my pussy look good?" she breathed, spreading her legs wider, and moving around a little so the light could display it better. She did not want to call him Daddy now, that made things worse than ever.
"Wonderful!" he breathed. "You don't know how good that feels, honey!"
"Oh, I don't want you to have to 'do this yourself!" she gasped, still afraid to commit the final, awful sin. This was bad enough! "You need a woman, Daddy! I'll help you out!"
Suddenly she could bear it no longer! She slid up at his left and caught his right hand, drawing it to her pussy...
"You can feel me, too!" she gasped. "I want it, if you'll be real sure not to go any farther!"
He trembled, his left arm gripped her waist, he slipped her skirt way back, staring at her crotch, while she kept her right hand on his big, hard prick. Slowly his head lowered to her titties! His right hand reached over and he began to fondle her opened thighs. His fingers were so soft and strong. He always wore oiled gloves, his hands were not rough or calloused. He probably kept them that way for Sarah Winter's lush, curvy figure.
"I wouldn't hurt you for the world, honey," he murmured, his mouth touching her tender breasts. Slowly he took a nipple in his lips, his knowing fingers shot dreamy thrills along her body as he tickled the heated flesh near her eager pussy! Her breasts felt like they were swelling out, getting bigger.
It doesn't seem as wrong as a while ago! she thought. I'm getting hot! That big prick of his needs my cunt, not my fingers sliding on it! I need a climax, I want it real bad, no matter how wrong it is! He's smoother than Earl, he's had years and years of experience!
Her hand moved up and down on his prick, his fingers opened her tender pussy-lips, he ran one up and down her crevice! The stings of joy were so rich and good she whimpered.
"Ohhhh, John!" she cried. That was better than "Daddy."
"Ohhh, play with me real good, all over!"
His prick stiffened in her fingers, he trembled and she began caressing it on the big, alluring knob. His skin was still on it, stretched real tight around the head, all wet and slick with his juices. It felt so horribly good she whined her eagerness.
At the same time he was finding her little girl button, and the thrills sharpened deliciously! Ohhh, he knew just how to make it sting and burn, he was so gentle and sure with her tender pussy! She lifted her hips, wanting more and more of his expert playing. She was having thrill after thrill, and pretty soon she was going to go off!
"Ohhh, ohhh!" she whined, feeling his mouth suck harder on her sensitive nipple, and he knew how to do that, too! She was helping him, giving him some sex-thrills while his steady was gone-it would never happen again...
John knew he had to commit the final sin. Her little ass was squirming, her pretty little clit was about to pulse out her goodies, she was fondling his knob almost as skillfully as Bette had before he screwed her-she had inherited her love of prick from a very sensual woman. He did not want her to cum just yet, though. He had to somehow squeeze his cock in there and shoot her full of safe jism when she busted her little nuts! If she went off too soon she might not want to fuck. His prick screamed for cunt, he had to have it, come hell or high water. He lifted his hand from her slickened, dainty puss.
"Ohhh, honey-do it to me!" she panted. "Get it in me!"
"All right, sweet!" he muttered. "Just this one time-" He stood up and grabbed the cushion that their backs had rested on. He tossed it qn the grass. She scrambled to the ground and spread her legs wide open, waiting for his cock!
He yanked his pants away, taking his briefs with them, he sank to his knees between her long, tapered thighs, staring down in the shadows at her eager, uptilted young pussy, bare as his palm. The dainty crevice was all pooched out, shiny with juice, her little titties were high and hard, her pretty face looked flushed, even though he could not see her real clearly.
"Come on!" she breathed. "Before somebody comes home!"
He moaned, his cock as hard as a fence post; he eased her legs back until her knees were even with her shoulders, spread open so he could kiss her titties while he fucked. He touched his knob to the wet, forbidden pussy and felt the delectable yield of her tender, young flesh around his cockhead!
"Ohhhh-OHH!" she cried softly, grabbing at his shoulders, her legs quivering, her hips rising eagerly. "It's real good!"
"Yeahhhhhh!" he muttered, pushing in a little farther. Damn! It was tight, her little cunt was going to have to stretch to take his meat, but as he shook like a stud and pushed again, he knew he was going to make it!
"OHHHH-wow!" she cried, her pussy fluttering around his invading cock. "Fuck me good, John! Really fuck me!"