Chapter 11
With the end of the college term, Bette returned home ready to rest. It had been arranged that Esther would come to visit her for a couple of weeks later, but for the time being, she was ready to just rest for a while.
She was delighted when Edith phoned, minutes after she arrived, to report that her husband had become totally submissive and that she used him like a pet, though she admitted she treated him more cruelly than she would ever treat an animal, and that Tom loved every moment of it, especially the cruel punishment she handed out whenever she felt so inclined. Bette promised she would visit soon to enjoy a demonstration.
"So my loving mother couldn't delay her vacation long enough to say hello to me," Bette said to her father as they sipped a drink after the cleaning woman had tidied up and gone home.
"Oh well, you know how it is, dear. I'm sure she loves you," he added comfortingly.
"And I'm sure you have a fine sense of humor, Daddy dear. Mother loves mother, period."
"Okay, why should I lie about it. Your mother loves herself and she loves money. I guess it stops there."
"I hope you have somebody who opens her legs and makes you feel good."
"My God, Bette, you really are growing up."
"I hope you didn't think I was still an innocent little virgin, Daddy," she teased.
"I suppose not. God, what a beautiful woman you've become. Is there a special lover?"
"Not in the emotional sense. I kept two on tap all through the term, one male and one female."
"Female? Bette, are you trying to shock me?"
"What's to shock? Sex is beautiful with a man and with a woman. Sometimes I'd invite them both at the same time and we'd enjoy a real romp."
"My God, my daughter the swinger."
"Don't you swing, Daddy?" she asked, finding the conversation exciting.
"Not by your standards, dear. I do have a secretary who likes to let her panties fall."
"Do you bang her in the office?"
"Sometimes. Other times I go to her apartment, but I have to be so careful. Your mother would love to have the material to divorce me and take me to the cleaners."
"I'll bet. Does your secretary ball with you because she wants to or does she have to?"
"Come on, darling. I'm not what you and your peers would call a male chauvinist pig. She's a mature woman. We like and respect each other. She has other friends. I make no demands on her nor does she on me."
"I'm glad to hear that, Daddy. How about that West Indian cleaning woman? She seems to have a magnificent big ass. Do you get into her?"
"Christ, Bette, I'm your father."
"What does that have to do with it? I've never taken a black woman to bed, but I began to get ideas when I saw her. Christ, I'd love to fondle those big black cheeks while eating her pussy. Is her ass as great as it looks?"
"At least," he admitted with a grin. "Christ, those buttocks are like chocolate brown pumpkins."
"Does she love it?"
"She's wild. She loves anything and everything. In fact, she's so good that I offered to double her salary, but she refused."
"You're kidding. Cleaning women don't make that much."
"I know. She told me she loves having me as a lover, but if I paid her a nickle more than her salary she would feel like a whore. She won't even let me give her presents."
"I'm going to give her a present. How would you I like to see me with my face between those big brown thighs and hear me lapping her cunt."
"For Chrissake, Bette," her father said with a groan, "let's knock this off before I forget I'm your father and do something I'll regret."
"Chicken," she teased, then slowly raised the hem of her dress above the tops of her nicely expanded nylons. "I wouldn't regret it at all if you visited me right here where I'm so hot and tingly," she went on, parting her thighs and patting the crotch of her panties. "I know you have a hard-on. Daddy, so you can't pretend you wouldn't like to strip me naked and share my goodies."
"Bette, stop. I'm only human."
"Are you, Daddy?" Bette asked as she opened her blouse, then took it off and toyed with the bulging, low cut cups of the black bra. "I'm so horny, Daddy. I'd just love to have these luscious tits fondled and sucked."
"Bette, stop," the words came out in a cry, but Bette wasn't stopping.
As she got to her feet, she unhooked her bra and threw it away, then, as her father started to get off the couch, she met him and as she pushed a naked breast into his mouth, she put an arm around his head and held him.
They fell onto the couch together and then victory was hers. While he sucked and hummed a hymn of praise to her beauty, Bette rubbed his head and urged him on.
"Oh yes ... yes ... suck ... oh Jesus, it's so good ... Suck, Daddy, suck," she hissed as she partially turned them so that he fell onto his back and she sprawled over him, pushing more and more of the firm, conical breast into his wide open, greedily sucking mouth.
Bette trembled with delight as she realized that her father had totally lost control and that she would go on to seduce him totally, that after he had sucked her breasts he would strip her panties off and would suck again, this time in the moist heat of her crotch.
"Yes, Daddy, yes ... yes," she hissed as he sucked and fondled her breasts while her mind raced ahead to thoughts of how her own father would suck and lick her vagina until she climaxed and of how she would then take him all the way, would drain him of strength, of semen and of control with his penis buried to the hilt in the hot, wet depths of her horny slit.
As though reading and confirming her thoughts, the man reached under her dress with one hand and she felt it move over one thigh, then the other, then he was fondling plump, firm, silken smooth buttocks through her panties and around them.
His hand moved down over the lower slopes and she sent her legs wide apart so that the hand could hurry between to rub hotly where her panties clung to her very warm vulva as he sucked greedily on the second breast, his tongue lashing the highly sensitized nipple.
While he still sucked on her right breast, the man went to work on the rest of her clothes. Bette helped by opening the waist of her skirt and he tugged it down until it fell over her feet. When the hands came back for her panties, she raised her bottom and moaned with passion as the tiny garment was stripped down and she felt relatively cool air on her buttocks, then felt his hands there.
Releasing her breast, he knelt up and tore his pants and briefs down, allowing the aroused young beauty to see that he was well hung and that his penis was magnificently stiff with desire for her.
"I've got to, darling, I've got to," he panted as he tried to mount her.
But Bette had other ideas. She had taken control of her father and she wasn't about to relinquish that control.
"Make me wet. Make my cunt wet and slippery for your big cock," he hissed as she turned and pulled his face into her crotch. "Suck my cunt," she commanded. "Suck it and lick it and make me come and then ram it home and fuck me crazy."
The man seemed to try to resist, but the pull of her hand was strong and then she was sighing as she won again and lay back sighing and rubbing her father's head as he sucked ardently.
He had become hers to command, just as every other man and woman had been pleased to submit to her desires. As she reveled in her power, beauty and sexuality with her father's mouth and tongue paying wet tribute to her juicy vagina, Bette vowed that it would always be like that. There would be many sexual partners, male and female and she would always be in command. No partner would ever use her. She would achieve the ultimate in sexual pleasure.
"Yes, Daddy, yes ... yes ... lick my clit just like that. Lick it and make me come," she commanded and brought her thighs around his face, massaging it as she urged him on, her body moving into a state of tension that would build until it couldn't be contained and then she would erupt in a magnificent orgasm.
Her father obeyed beautifully and Bette felt a mix of vaginal juice and saliva oozing into the crack of her behind, the mark of a good lapping, in her book. As the tongue licked on, tension grew and grew, then Bette was ready for blast off.
Her breath caught in her throat, her behind jerked up, strong thighs captured and held her father's head, then she was jerking and panting and crying out in glorious orgasm.
"Oohhh, Daddy," she sighed, a little later as her eyes opened, shining wetly, "what a lovely cunt lapper you are."
"I'm glad you liked it, darling," he replied, panting, his face shining with the juice of her crotch.
"My cunt is so nice and wet for your hard cock now, Daddy. Take it now. Slide that stiff prick up my cunt and give me a beautiful fuck. Fuck me, Daddy ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me...."
As she panted the words, he hurriedly mounted her, fumbled between her thighs, then she sighed as he sent the big bone all the way home in her slit with just two or three strong jabs, then he was panting and grunting loudly, his sweat smearing her naked body as she watched their reflection in the mirror, saw the white full moons of his bare behind bobbing, felt the delightful pistoning of his hard tool in her slit where fires still burned with fierce heat.
He rode high on her so that his penis rubbed her clit with every stroke and it wasn't long before Bette knew she would climax again. As she felt the approach of it, hands gripped the man's buttocks and she dug her fingers into the firm flesh.
"Yes ... yes ... fuck ... fuck ... fuck ... faster ... faster ... fuck me hard ... I'm coming ... fuck me ... fuck me...."
And then her words broke as orgasm exploded again in her crotch and fanned out to involve the rest of her, all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes, the roots of her hair.
Only as she was drifting back to earth from the long rocket trip through space did she realize that her father was crushing her into the couch, his body jerking out of control as he pumped what felt like a gallon of hot, rich semen into her slit and her talented vagina worked on the spurting invader, giving it a classic blow job until her father groaned weakly in total surrender and she smiled as she unwound her thighs from around him and allowed the spent rider to fall out of the sexy saddle.
While they rested, Bette smiled as she thought of the future, of all the sexual challenges she would seek out and achieve. The world was a beautiful place and she was the queen of it.