Chapter 10
Skippy Scales had decided to fuck her father.
Ever since she was twelve years old she'd felt her sex hungers grow by leaps and bounds. Her mother's death and Frank's marriage to Dolly had stirred her in that direction, making her realize her parent was a cunt-hungry male able to satisfy a younger woman. Sometimes she thought her experiences with the three young males she'd had sex with were only a rehearsal for what she really wanted, an older male's prick, with her father at the top of the list.
The difference between a calloused young male and an experienced older lover became obvious to Skippy and appealed to her deeply sexual nature. In her first fright, she'd told on Dolly and created a family crisis. Twenty four hours later she regretted it. She understood she had to free herself of the shackles of conventional thinking and find her own way in the sexual jungle. The fact was, Dolly had been the best sex of her life, even if it were homosexual and slightly incestuous. If only she'd kept her mouth shut, she could go on getting those joys!
"I broke the taboo and enjoyed it," she told herself, looking into the mirror and approving the sexy, nude figure that stared back at her. "If I can go lesbian and enjoy it that much I should be able to get what I've always wanted and enjoy it even more. Frank!"
She got herself off handsomely on that thought and then began to turn her hazy, exciting fantasy into reality. No longer did she drag around the house in sloppy jeans with her hair up and her face dirty. She began to wear a miniskirt and sleek pantyhose around the house as well as when she went out on dates. Or she'd wear her sexy white shorts that were so tight they showed off her womanhood.
With Dolly gone, she was beside herself with excitement. It could happen any time now with just the two of them in the house. One night she actually touched his cock in his pants, as she chatted about boys and sex. But that seemed to frighten Frank.
"Skippy, you're at an age where your glands send you out of control. You've got to calm down."
Another night she thrust herself into his arms over some compliment he'd paid her, hugged him and rubbed her loins furiously against his manhood. "Oh, Dad, I love you so much!"
But he pulled away from her, giving her a fatherly spank on the buttocks. "Take it easy, Skip. Daughters don't hug fathers like that."
She knew her young body excited him, but he was so repressed he just couldn't handle it. She pressed on: "Dad, I could do anything with you. Sometimes I wish I could be your wife." There! She'd come right out with it. Her eyes sparkled in her excitement.
But her father shook his head sadly. "I'm not much of a husband, Skip. For one thing, the Council didn't give me a raise this year. For another, even with a lovely woman like Dolly I don't always get erections." The last just slipped out; he hadn't meant to tell that to Skippy. But Frank was feeling low, not only from the loss of Dolly, but because he'd heard rumors about himself at City Hall, like "slowing down" and "Lacks the old fire". He would never get that hunting lodge in Mineesota and at best he'd go to retirement on a modest pension. He had a lot to worry about.
Back in her room, Skippy was desperately hot. She knew she could give her father a good hard-on, the best he'd ever had! His troubles were all Dolly's fault, and she'd never quit until she proved it. She came within an inch of stripping naked and going into his bedroom and asking for love. Yet some shred of caution told her that would be moving too fast.
In his own room, Frank paced the floor and decided he'd better bring Dolly back from Chicago. Skippy was getting too wild and he now believed that the girl had highly exaggerated Dolly's lesbian approach. More likely, Skip had been angered by being caught masturbating. Furthermore, if he'd been a better lover to Dolly, she wouldn't have been somehow teased into making a gesture at Skippy.
Dolly was cool to both of them when she came back, but very soon Skippy found that Dolly's return worked to her advantage. Dolly went downstate and brought Kathy back to stay in the Scales household. The two women were inseparable, chatting for long hours and spending their evenings together while they left Frank to his TV. Dolly said to Frank: "Why don't you move out to the guest room and let me take Kathy into the master bedroom with the twin beds?
Frank could hardly object. There was the ticklish matter of that anonymous phone call suggesting that he'd had sex with Kathy. Best to let the two women work it out. Of course, that meant giving up his sex life with Dolly for a while.
Meanwhile, there was his nubile daughter taking every opportunity to touch and caress him. Whatever the reason, mind-boggling as it was, Frank had to face the fact that his own daughter was on the make for him. What was worse her young body did appeal to him.
Frank was dozing in front of the TV. It was a moment of calm before the storm. In two days the Council would vote on the building proposition and Frank had decided to do the honest thing and recommend the Crystal Building, end Webster's plan forever. It'd taken some wrestling with himself to decide that because even Benbold was in favor of the Sawyer Building, which meant that Chuck had reached the City Engineer. No matter!
Kathy would have to go to Chicago and join her husband. It wasn't up to the Scales to save her marriage or her life. He and Dolly would resume as husband and wife, have sex again. As for his wild, young daughter, he would thereafter sit hard on her, make her dress decently and stop bothering him, make it plain that he was her father not some sex object. Even if he had to spank her saucy bottom. Frank would show them he wasn't slowing down ... show them ... all.
Upstairs, Skippy listened at the door of the master bedroom. The murmur of voices inside told her that her lesbian stepmother was getting it off with Frank's sexy bisexual secretary. Weird! But the road was clear for her.
Skippy went to her room and slipped out of her bra and panties, closing her silken robe around her naked body. Now was the time to fulfill her dream if ever she was to do so. Her heart began to pound and she felt tremendously stirred as she went back downstairs to where she'd left her father dozing in front of the TV.
Her father still dozed when she entered the room. Now or never! All the way! She knelt at his knees, opened her robe. She reached out and gently undid the zipper of his pants. She eased out his cock mass until it rested hot in her palm. Father cock! Skippy thrilled feeling the wetness between her legs. It was right, right, right.
She bent her head and sucked her father's soft cock into her mouth. She'd only sucked a man's dong once before, but it wasn't a skill that required . a textbook. Ohhhh, how she thrilled to his meat, his cock taste, the smell of his crotch! She felt his penis begin to firm in her mouth....
Frank slipped into erotic dreams. Suddenly he was twenty years old again and a young Dolly was teasing him, was pulling out his cock, was taking his eager blade into her mouth. On the sofa Frank grunted and jerked, enjoying the delicious sensation of male arousal. "Oh, God," he muttered as his prick lengthened, firmed, and lengthened some more. He came awake fuzzily, thrilling to the mouth strokes on his sex. "Ah, Dolly, thank you," he murmured, reaching down and stroking her hair.
The hair was wrong. Even as he tensed his cock up to hardness his eyes came into focus. Skippy kneeled in front of him, her daughter saliva gleaming on his blade, her eyes closed, his hands luxuriating in the girl's rich hair....
"Skippy!" he gasped.
The girl looked up at him, clear eyes sparkling. Her face was radiant and, except for the thin robe, she was naked. He could see her big breasts free and pink-nippled. He could see the nudity of her torso.
"Dad, I've got to love you," she said. Her small hand worked on his prick stroking the smooth skin over the hard muscle, sending thrill after thrill deep into his guts. Frank hadn't had sex for a long, long time and his balls were crammed full.
"Oh, no, baby!"
"Oh, yes," she contradicted. She bent her head again and he felt his cock slide slowly deep into her hot, eager mouth, felt her tongue fluttering and her heavenly suction. Ah, God!
The crisis moment in all of Frank Scales life had come. All he'd lived for and believed was on the line, honesty, decency, his settled way of life. Against that were the crazy thrills that raced in his prick.
"No, Skippy." He leaned forward to pull her off his cock.
"I made you hard. I'm going to suck your guts out."
Then the impertinent girl slid her head down and her beautiful mouth closed over those swollen balls to lave them and work them gently. Frank felt incredible waves of sex delight. like all fathers who had attractive daughters and loved them, a part of him had always wanted her body. The full breasts, the lovely face, the soft, long hair, the flat belly, the sexy little honey-pot, the curving thighs and graceful legs, the wonder-creature that was his daughter.
Frank gave a sob and threw her back, off his cock and backwards onto the rug. He jumped up and ran to the end table by the canopied entrance into the living room. That end table was an antique of some value. It had been his mother's and over the years in his mind it had stood for his mother and all of her old-fashioned virtues.
"Skippy," he said, "come over here. I'm going to give you the spanking of your life." His voice trembled in emotion.
Skippy got up slowly, staring at him. Her face was flushed, her eyes sparkled. She didn't bother to close her robe that exposed her lush young body. She walked towards him. "Why waste your hard-on," she said defiantly. "Look at that great hard-on I gave you."
"Skippy, I have a wife for that."
She came up to him and looked him right in the eye. "No, you don't," she said. "Dolly's in your bedroom fucking the cunt off Kathy Lewis."
Frank stood at the watershed. Repression against desire. All that he believed in was on the line. Normal family relations. Normal sex. Honesty against chicanery. He'd always believed the meaning of his life was to support normalcy. Yet here he lived in a different reality of hot cunts and hot cocks and driving egos. And now his own cock strained up in incredible steel lock, lusting for his own daughter. Dolly was upstairs getting herself off on Kathy. Now he realized that Dolly had truly fucked Skippy that time. Thrill after thrill rose in his body. His cock locked even harder, until it hurt. His eyes glowed with a devil glow.
Frank took her by the shoulders and then bent her back over the table until she gave a short scream. He pulled her legs apart, saw her bubbling cunt, fitted his tremendous hard-on to her slit, and drove his cock womb-deep into her cunt.
"Baby, I'm going to fuck your ears off," he laughed half-madly. "Ah, oh," cried Skippy. She was very tight and that imperial cock had opened her vagina too fast. "Ohhhhhhh, Dad," she whimpered. Then: "Ah, ah, ah," in pain and lust because he'd bent her back cruelly.
She'd never felt anything like that hot fuck. Frank drove into his daughter's cunt like his life was ending. The sound of his meat violating her echoed in the room and she twisted and cried out for mercy at her rape-fuck. It was her unfortunate luck that a lifetime of repression broke in a flood inside her father and he was in a crazy-hot fuck mood, blowing everything up. His prick drove and drove fiercely into her setting up such an incredible friction that she thought she was going to faint, and then she was afraid she would and lose the most compellingly delicious pleasure.
"Ah, ah, ah, oh, oh, oh, Dad, Dad," she managed. He wasn't even there. His eyes were glazed, his breath came short, his prick was so hard she thought something had gone wrong with his body. "Fuck, fuck, fuck the shit out of you, you hot-cunt, vicious little sex-baby," he cooed. "Fuck a baby in your cunt. Fuck twins into your hot woman-guts. Shove my prick into your scrambled br-brains!" He laughed wildly.
Then he gave such a great cry that for a weird second Skippy feared he'd had a heart attack. But no, his lashing prick had suddenly stilled. In those moments her pain stopped and a wondrous feeling of sexuality settled over her.
Spurt! She gasped in wonder as she took her father's first shot and then squirmed under the fast-flooding jism. "Squeeze me, c-come, baby," he ordered, but she couldn't, not yet. Spurt, spurt, spurt, his hot fluid throbbed into her tight cunt and she began to whimper in delight at reaching him and receiving the blessed male spend. Her back hurt because he'd pinioned her to the table but she was willing to suffer a dozen forced fucks to have taken that tremendous come-burst from his balls.
They slid to the floor, his cock still in her and softening. Frank had his eyes closed and was giving little sounds of remorse. "Oh, oh, oh, baby so sorry."
Now Skippy felt the ache of her own unfulfilled desires. "Fuck your sorry," she snapped at him. "You didn't get me off. Keep going."
"Sorry can't-"
"For me, you can," said Skippy. She began to thrust her loins up around the cock. "Fuck hard, you stupid, shit-dropping old man. You're not going to beg off this one. I want it, and I mean to get it." She locked her naked legs over his back, then reached up and kissed him, driving her tongue into his slack mouth. "Mmmmmmm," he said. Then: "Wait a minute," and while she hung there, her heart pounding, he rested on top of her and then began to fuck her again. Her stomach almost dropped out of her body when she felt his prick harden in her channel. It was sweet, silken friction now because her tunnel was filled with his copious fluid. "Oh, Dad, oh, that's hot, hot, hot," she murmured. He grinned a lop-sided grin at her. "You stupid little bitch, you play with fire, you get bur-burned. Ah!"
Hard, hard, fiercely hard. Almost as hard as he had been before, and now they were rocking in sweet, sensual pleasure under the antique table, hot cock meat slippery and making her dizzy. Skippy began to grunt. "I-I-I-"
He was fucking her proudly and easily, obviously thrilling to the feel of taking the young girl. "You're stuttering, Skip."
In this new intimacy, she could hardly bear to look him in the eyes but she did. "I think my guts are about to open to let in your stuff and make your grrrr-granddaughter," she laughed. Then her eyes rolled back in her head. "OH, FRANK!" He gasped and fucked faster, throwing her over into orgasm. "AH, GOD," she keened and froze and clipped his prick, her sex system squeezing his blade with vigorous young throbs. "Ah, ah, ah, ah, soooo gooooooooood!" she breathed, feeling nicely pierced and taken to the center of her being. It was so rich, so full and she felt so happy! She sighed deeply giving up the last of her spasms to his master cock.
Frank kept right on going, driving slowly and sensually into her body, enjoying the slick friction of her doubly wet cunt, staring deeply into her eyes. "I've wanted ever since you were thirteen," he laughed. "I thought it sinful. I guess it is. Tonight I had to get it off." And then he began to revel in her good looks, kissing and sucking her naked nipples, giving her sexy French kisses as he fucked her. "Oh, Dad, I wanted you so much," she sighed happily and began to rise herself.
That time it was a quiet orgasm for both of them. They fucked gently, almost solemnly as if completing some ancient ritual and at last he gave a soft, wounded cry that almost tore her apart it was so love-filled and tender. "Ohhhhhhhh, Skip-peeeeeee," he went and she felt his cock go still; then came his relieving excited spurts for a second time, hotly flung into her to mingle with her sweet flow and his prior come. Skippy gave a sigh of completion and gave up her cunt again, letting him feel rich spasms of pleasure around the base of his cock.
Afterwards Skippy didn't trust herself to talk. She just slid out from under him and went on up to her room. Shyness, sanity replaced the wild fuck urge that had kept her on edge for weeks. She wasn't worried about pregnancy because she knew he'd had a vasectomy and in spite of his talk about making a baby in her, he couldn't. It was her new tender feeling for him and her fear of her guilt feelings now that she'd actually taken his father-cock. She guessed she wouldn't sleep much that night. Two minutes after her head hit the pillow, she was dead to the world in wonderful, dreamless sleep.
Frank felt as if he'd carried a load of bricks all day. He slowly locked up the downstairs and went upstairs as he did every night. He paused at Dolly's bedroom door and listened and heard the murmur of voices. But he was too tired, too relaxed to deal with her tonight. He went on down the hall to the guest room, undressed and took a shower. He paused before soaping off the sticky dried cunt fluids of his daughter. Then he grinned. "There's always more where that came from," he told himself and finished washing. He got in bed and the phone rang. He picked up the extension on the first ring. It was Chuck Webster.
"Frank," said Chuck, "I'm calling from Chicago. I'm coming down there tomorrow and I want to talk to you one more time about my plan. I want to ask you one more time to make the city take over the Sawyer Building and do some good for yourself and Dolly. You see, Frank-"
"I'll do it."
"I have to make it clear ... what?"
"I'll do it," said Frank and hung up the phone. He chuckled. That dumb Chuck Webster was really slow on his feet. Slow, slow, slow. Now it was time to sleep. He slept.