Chapter 8
"Grab a gander at these," Harold said to his sister. "Aren't these great photos?"
Addy was with her brother in his darkroom in the sub-basement of the house. She was staring at the shots he had gotten off her with the four men. And every one of the pictures looked like a rape scene. The terror and pain on her face had been carefully brought out by Harold who had become quite an expert at developing and printing. And he had the negatives carefully hidden where no one would be able to find them.
Harold had also made up a second set of pictures but with Addy's face completely blurred so she was totally unrecognizable. These were the photos he intended using for his next issue of SEX, which would be coming out in two days.
At last! At last Addy had the four men where she wanted them. They had not merely forced her. They had made her beg and scream and cry for their phalluses. This was something she normally would not have done, but they had aroused her to where she had been unable to help herself. Well they'd never get another chance to arouse her. They'd never put hands on her again. She'd see to that when she met with them Wednesday evening. That was the evening they were all going to get together and watch Lehrer sign the binder, after which he would give Addy the money to give to her father. So they all thought. Addy had other ideas.
That night, Addy slept better than she had since this thing with Darcy had begun. She was totally relaxed, knowing no one would ever be able to hold anything over her head any longer, thanks to Harold.
School seemed to drag the next day, but it finally ended. She got home and gave herself a long, hot bath. It was time to seduce Daddy. She had to. She had to make her father understand, and the only way she could do that would be to make him fuck her. It would also make him extremely possessive of her body, letting no one else share it ... well almost no one else. He would have to let Harold share it. But when she showed him the photos of the men raping her ... after she'd fucked with him, she knew he would call off the whole deal. And then she would be able to explain to him what Darcy and the others had been up to. She knew he would worry because Lehrer had the binder, and if he signed it, there was nothing he'd be able to do. And that was when she intended explaining to him how she would use the photos to keep Lehrer from doing any signing.
What Addy didn't explain was, the same day she would be keeping Lehrer from signing the binder, Harold would be preparing his latest copy of SEX, with a multitude of photos, including the ones with Lehrer fucking his dead wife's body. And on Thursday, SEX would hit the newsstands, disgracing all four men in that neighborhood, permanently.
First things first. And the first thing was the fucking of dear old, prudish old, Daddy.
To begin with, Mama had to be gotten out of the house. Luckily, Mama belonged to many civic associations, all of which had many, many meetings, and that particular night another meeting was scheduled. So mama was gone by seven o'clock.
Ed Scharf had been through a particularly harrowing day, and all he wanted was to relax in front of the TV screen. Addy poured him three fingers of scotch in a water tumbler, and he automatically downed it. She poured him some more, and he drank more.
It was after the third glass that Scharf noticed his daughter was dressed in a sexy negligee belonging to her mother.
"If I didn't know better," he laughed, "I'd think you were trying to get me drunk so you could seduce me."
"Well then you don't know better, Daddy," she laughed, dancing around the family room. "That's just what I'm trying to do."
"Come on, Addy," he said, smiling. "What do you want? Is there another mouton coat that's caught your eye, or do you want a charm bracelet?"
"Nope."
"What is it, then?"
"It's you, father. I want you."
"Well here I am. You have me. What are you going to do with me."
"The question is, what are you going to do with me?" she told him.
"Nothing, of course. Why should I."
"Daddy. I want you to fuck me."
"WHAT!!!"
This last came out as a roar designed to shake the whole house.
"You heard me, Daddy," she said. "I love you. I've always loved you. And now I want to love you as completely as it is possible for the two of us to love."
"Addy, if this is a joke, it's in very poor taste."
"I'm not joking," she told him, slowly undoing the buttons of her garment. She let it slide off her shoulders and then down to the floor, watching the shocked look in her father's eyes. Her bare breasts shimmied in front of him, and she noted he was staring at them, unable to tear his gaze away. She began swaying and moving about lightly on her feet, making her breasts bobble, watching her father turn red with embarrassment. Still, he remained standing where he was, staring at the lush fruit of his daughter's pink-tipped tits.
She was wearing a white nylon panty, and now she wiggled her hips, smiling and saying, "Come on, Daddy. Admit it. You want me to take everything off, now don't you."
Her father's mouth hung open in amazement as his lower lip began trembling. He raised his face and looked at her eyes, noting she was staring at his groin. He looked down, and there was his cock, pushing and making a large bulge in his crotch. He began perspiring.
"Daddy, you have a wonderful erection," she whispered.
"Oh no," he muttered, staggering back as she attempted to close the distance between them.
Addy could see he was terrified of his own hunger for her. She knew he was afraid he wouldn't be able to keep it under control. Her eyes were half-closed in a provocative look, and her body was still moving toward him as she offered herself to her father, whispering, "Take me, Daddy. Fuck me, suck me." Her arms beckoned to him, urging him to seize her and like some animal, rut with her.
Scharf, feeling the three double scotches burning through his system, stared at his daughter, looking at her round breasts and ample thighs. He stared at the vivid dark patch of hair showing through her panty. Then his eyes immediately jumped back to the bouncing, hobbling, pink-nosed boobs, and he imagined how hard and firm those nipples would feel between his fingers. Her white, slender waist and flat stomach looked so inviting, and he wondered how it would feel to have the flatness press against his own stomach as he wriggled against her. Her soft, creamy flesh quivered invitingly, urging him to come to her.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered, her voice the only youthful thing about her. Even so, it was a voice filled with lustful invitation.
His hands burned with the urge to clutch her as his body filled with longing. Not that it made him love his wife any less, but this girl, made by him inside his wife, reminded him of Rena in so many ways. And yet there was a freshness, a difference, a quality of youth about her his own sexy wife now lacked.
Christ, but he wanted to fuck her right there, on the playroom floor. She was only a short distance away, staring at him with wide brown eyes that seemed to tease him.
"Come on, Daddy," she whispered. "You want me. And I want you. That's all that really matters, isn't it?"
And then Addy wrapped her arms around her father's neck, pressing her smooth, soft, warm body against his. Inside his pants he could feel his hot cock straining for freedom. Addy used her mouth to tease his lips, feeling thrills move through her, as well. And then the pink tip of her tongue was moving between his lips. He didn't resist. She knew he wouldn't. She had never realized it before, but now she understood part of the reason for her father's strictness was his need to keep himself under control. Her tongue, licking his teeth, was a pink saber clinking against ivory shields.
Addy felt him quiver as his legs began giving way. His hands tightly gripped the bare flesh of her waist and slowly moved down around the curve of her hips. She pressed her body to his face, feeling his nose rub just above her navel. His hands groped about unseeingly, looking to take hold of the melons of her breasts. Gripping her tits tightly, he hauled himself slowly up, kissing his way along her base body, licking with his tongue through the valley of her tits. He finally reached her soft throat and began kissing the hollow there. Her flat belly was rubbing against his hard cock.
And then Addy pushed a hand inside his pants, shoving it down, until like a tiny, many-tentacle squid, it wrapped its fingers around the hot, hard, pillar of velvet flesh, squeezing it lovingly.
"Oh Daddy," she breathed. "It feels so wonderful. And you like it, too, don't you? Say it, Daddy. Tell me how much you like it."
Scharf muttered a faint, almost-squealing cry as her knowledgeable hands unbuckled his belt, pulled his zipper down, and dropped his pants. He stepped out of them instantly, then stood there while she deftly removed his undershorts, as well.
Scharf tore his daughter's flimsy panty off, exposing her pubic bush to his eyes. God! What wonderful hair. It reminded him so much of his wife's. He'd always loved Rena's cunt. Now he was peering at a much more youthful version of it, letting him remember how Rena's looked when he first fucked it.
Addy fell on the sofa with her thighs wide open, pulling her daddy down on top of her. His mouth slobbered all over her breasts, licking wildly all over. But his cock seemed to know just where to go, and now it moved between her thighs, guiding itself to the weeping crack between his daughter's legs. God! Addy could feel how anxious his nosing prick was to bury itself in the seething depths of her sopping, febrile, wanting snatch.
In he went, sliding all the way in up to the hilt. Addy felt her father's hot, hard cock fill her throbbing tunnel with his pulsating length. He stuffed it as far in as he could, feeling their pelvic hairs meet and entangle.
"Fuck me," Addy whispered. "Keep on fucking, Daddy. Fuck me until the world falls down around us."
Slowly, very slowly, Ed Scharf drew his solid poker back until only the rim of the rubbery head remained inside. Then he powered forward, shoving its total lengthy breadth far up into her vibrating vestibule. Thrills moved with his hammering phallus, and each time he pushed it into her, Addy felt a new wonder trill its way through her. Perhaps the knowledge it was her father's cock made it feel that much more exciting. She was sighing and wriggling, and in a short while she caught the cadent beat of her father's moving penis, and she started her buttocks bouncing against the soft mattress of sofa cushion beneath her.
"Daddy," she breathed, thrilling shudders running up and down her body. "You feel so wonderful. You feel better than any of the others."
"Others?" he gasped, still pounding his prick into her tight little quim. "What others?"
"Later, Daddy," she sighed. "I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, just fuck me you wonderful father."
Her body began moving faster now, forcing Scharf's skewer ever deeper into her hot, womanly envelope. Her tight twat closed solidly around his pounding prod, squeezing and crushing it with every inward plunge. His kinky pubic hairs squashed against the brown thatch above and around Addy's seeping slot. Addy's long, slender, ballet-strengthened thighs entwined themselves solidly around her daddy's ass as his stomach rubbed against hers with every bit of wonderful friction. Each had suddenly become engrossed in trying to make the other enjoy what was happening. Addy concentrated on tightening the twitching muscles in her irradiating concavity and squeezing the in-thrusting lance as it moved forward, then slithered back through the tantalizing compressions of blistering lava, then once more thrust itself forward into her wonderful garden. His penal point frictioned itself wetly and strongly against the tightening walls of her crushing hallway. When he slammed forward hard, for a short moment he could feel the very tip of her womb's entrance and it thrilled him, creating the impression his cock was longer than it was, since Rena's cunt was a little deeper than Addy's. And the rubbing of her father's plunging dork-tip against her cervix made Addy feel all the more thrilled. This was her father's wonderful cock filling and re-filling her voluptuous cunt with its presence.
"Uhhh ... Daddy, Daddy, this is so ... wonderful," she gasped. "Oh Daddy, I love feeling you buried in me this way."
"I must be crazy," Ed Scharf gasped. "I have to be to keep fucking into you this way. Yet, I can't stop. Addy baby, I love you as a woman."
"My wonderful daddy," she cooed. "Wonderful, wonderful Daddy. My father, my lover. What a marvelous cock you have."
His cock continued pushing into her, making loud squishing noises that echoed throughout the room. He slammed his weighty thighs into her groin with all his strength, occasionally allowing his mouth to dip and suck at her sweet, swollen nipples.
"I can feel that wonderful meat of yours tingling inside me," she murmured. "Come if it'll make you feel good," she offered. "You can always make me come, later."
Her thrilling offer made Scharf thrust all the harder. Oh God! He had to be insane. He wanted to shoot his wad inside his own daughter. But he couldn't help himself. She was no longer merely his daughter. She was his cunt. She was a female whose warm, slick, sucking pussywalls had so hypnotized him, he had absolutely no control over himself. Now he wanted to pump a load of cream into her sweet, delightful pleasure-hole.
Her simmering pussy was solidly attached to his thundering dork, now. It seemed to swallow all of him, not just the cock. And her loins rode mercilessly around him, forcing him deeper.
Now Scharf began to mercilessly fuck his young daughter, cramming his hard, inflexible driving pole into her fuming center, shoving it hard and deep. Addy felt him shove his stomach into hers as he shoved his flaming meat as far into her broiling pussy as he could. She felt him ream the slickly-separated walls of her lustful box over and over.
Like a lead-loaded blackjack his ball-filled sac slammed itself against the up-tilted lower part of her ass. Addy felt her intestines tremble as her father drew back his powering prick, then chugged it forward repeatedly.
She felt his speed increasing as he crammed his meat into her distended cunt again and again. He was no longer trying to be careful. Addy sensed he was driving into her for all he was worth. She bucked and spiraled under his thudding like a helpless female rabbit being pounded by a powerful male hare. He was gasping and panting, breathing fire all over her as he pushed his stopper into her.
Addy felt her ass bouncing with heavier rhythm as her creamy, long thighs gripped him solidly between them. Her pelvis moved up to slam into his own ramming pubis. This was heaven. This was the most wonderful feeling she'd ever known.
Addy's fingers reached out and clutched at her father's bobbing ass. She parted his gluteus cheeks and pressed a finger against his tight asshole. She could hear her father almost wheeze as she pressed her finger against his asshole, forcing the sphincter to stretch. It made him ram harder, as if he was pumping forward in an effort to escape the seeking finger tantalizing his tight, wrinkled asshole. His breath burned into Addy's ear, making her dig all the harder at the pucker against which her finger was pressing.
Now Scharf was slamming his cock into Addy with such strength she felt her bones rattle. She could feel the blunt-nosed head of his cock slamming into her cervix again and again. The sandwiching of their pubic hairs between their pelvises made Addy feel more and more thrilled.
She stabbed her finger harder and managed to work the tip into her father's asshole. This only sent him slamming against her with even greater vigor.
Flames seemed to scorch his internal body. Addy continued shoving her finger deeper now that she'd made an inroad, and it spurred him to thrust his cock into her with greater speed.
"Wonderful cunt," he murmured. "Wonderful cunt. Love the cunt. Feels so good ... love it ... love the pressure ... "
"And you have a fabulous cock," Addy once again complimented. "Fuck me more, Daddy. Use that fabulous cock inside me until you've scraped me raw."
Addy's finger was moving circularly in her father's anal canal, making him shudder and shiver until his vibrations communicated themselves to him in such a way, she began a sympathetic reaction. This was one helluva fuck. It was even better than the one Harold had thrown into her, though Addy suspected experience had much to do with it. She felt so gloriously stuffed with cock, though Sheldon Darcy's longer, fatter penis had not been able to create quite the same sensation. Just the sensation of the way it slid in and out of her seething hole created an arousal she had never before dreamed could take place. Every quivering nerve in her hot cunt was raw and exposed, thrilling to the way his plunging penis seemed to scrape. It had her sighing, quivering, and screaming all at once. A wondrous burning nova seemed to ignite in her cunt as the rubbing of her father's cock caused greater friction in her cunt.
Addy's finger came popping out of her father's bumhole as she writhed on the couch. That wonderful spike was doing the trick. It was getting her where she wanted to go, and from the tightening in her father's movements she could tell he was there, as well.
"Shoot it into me," she whispered. "Fire that white-hot come into my womb. Blast that gism into my cunt and let me burn up with passion. Shoot, Daddy, shoot!"
And shoot he did, unloading a veritable fountain of creamy white sperm into the seething container of his daughter's roaring furnace.
"Uuuuhhhaahhrrgghh ... " he yelled, bouncing madly as he slammed into her with such force she was physically being moved back a fraction of an inch with each thrust.
But before she could think about it, Addy was coming, too. She screamed a long, high-pitched, "Eeeeeaaannnrrhhhrrrhh ... "
And as the sloshing, burning seed spilled into her tormented twat, Addy bounced wildly, pumping her cunt up and down to draw the maximum sensation from her father's pumping prod. Her movements were matched by his as he fired an endless blast into her.
Ed fell sprawling on his daughter, his throbbing cock pumping oceans of heavy spunk into her sucking pussy. There was no retreating, no going back. He had fucked his own daughter, and he had enjoyed it in spite of his initial reluctance.
She had been tight, and he'd had to really wedge his cock into her, but there had been no cherry. And now, when he withdrew it, there was no virginal blood.
He hadn't been the first. Someone else had plumbed the depths of his daughter's fourteen-year-old cunt before his own cock had buried itself in so precious a vault.
Addy thrilled to the warmth of her father's strong, heavy body as it pressed down on hers. Even with his slimy-covered cock out of her, the mere weight of him on top of her made her feel good.
Minutes passed and Ed Scharf finally slid off his daughter. He lay beside her on the sofa and ran his hand over her smooth, white torso.
"Are you sorry, Daddy?" Addy asked.
"No," he sighed. "I don't know, maybe I've been wanting to do this ever since you developed breasts. Maybe it's been a secret wish of mine, so secret I was completely unaware of it until now."
"It's been my wish," she murmured. "Gosh, but I've wanted this to happen ever since that first time I saw you fuck Mommy."
"When did you ever see me fuck your mother?" Scharf asked.
"Almost all the time, when you keep a light on in your room. There's a hole in the wall separating our rooms. Mom hung a picture over it in my room, hoping I'd never notice it. But I knew it was there even before she'd hung the picture there. And when I heard sounds coming from your bedroom one night, I took the picture away and looked, and that was when I saw you fucking Mom. Gosh, but it was something to watch. And I always dreamed you'd do the same thing to me, and now you did."
"But I think I'm not the only one, am I, Addy?"
"I've been wanting to tell you about it, Daddy, but you've always been so blue nosed about everything I was afraid to talk to you."
"Well I don't have anything to be blue nosed about any longer, do I. So tell me."
"I was raped."
"Who did it?" Ed Scharf asked, his face becoming grim.
And Addy proceeded to explain everything that had happened between herself and the four men, naming them. She also explained why, then assured her father there was no way Lehrer would sign anything. She had a way to stop the land deal. Equally important, she had a way of assuring her father the four men would never touch her again. When her father asked her how she planned to stop them, Addy called out for Harold to come into the playroom. She knew her brother had been outside the door, listening the entire time.
"Addy, cover your body."
"Don't worry, Daddy," Addy told him. "Harold's seen me this way. You see, he's my brother and I love him much the same way I love you."
"Addy, are you saying you and Harold ... "
"Is it any worse than what you and I have done?" Addy asked.
"No, I guess not," Ed Scharf nodded, blushing.
Harold showed his father the photos of Addy being raped by the four men. Ed Scharf by now had the good sense not to ask where he'd gotten them. But it was evidence that would put the four men in prison for a long, long time if the county district attorney ever got his hands on them. And the D.A. was an ambitious man, always looking for an excuse to prosecute someone. The photos would keep all four men away from Addy. They would also assure the deal not going through. Most important, they could be used to discover just who was willing to pay the half million for the Teichman Swamp so Teichman could make the money while he, Scharf, could collect fifteen percent, or seventy-five thousand for himself.
Scharf agreed to allow his daughter to meet with the four men one more time, for the express purpose of putting the screws on them. But he and Harold watched from the same window where Harold had taken the pictures.
The meeting between Addy and Darcy, Lehrer, Vito, and Gulsey went off exactly as expected. All four men acknowledged they couldn't afford to let other prints of the pictures shown to them, circulate. So Lehrer returned the binder and gave Addy the name of the man who represented the syndicate wanting to buy the swampland.
When Addy came out, she found her father waiting. Harold had left some time ago. The two of them decided to go to a movie to celebrate, after which they returned home. And it turned out to be an interesting homecoming.