Chapter 12
As the Boeing-707 winged its way across the continent, the tall, middle-aged man who occupied an aisle seat divided his attention between the snapshots of a golden-haired little girl, which he held in his hand, and the ass of a voluptuous brunette stewardess who had one of the most delightful wiggles that he'd ever seen.
The man was Pete Denning, long-estranged husband of Sarah and father of Catherine.
As soon as the plane landed at Las Vegas, he rented a car and set out for the Halverson Ranch, which was approximately a two-hour drive. With the snapshot image of a nine-year-old girl in his mind, he kept trying to imagine how Cathy would look now, at eighteen. It was difficult to bridge the gap, but he guessed that she would probably be rather plain and prim, like Sarah.
It was another Sunday at the Halverson Ranch. That meant sex day. Nearly every night was devoted to sex, as well, in varying combinations, but on Sundays the whole family could spend the entire day balling together in the living room, in one or more bedrooms, or out on the lawn.
Cathy's liberation had actually liberated everyone on the ranch. The members of the family had lost all of their inhibitions. Now they frequently invited Luisa, the pretty Mexican cook, to take part in their games, as well as Lash and sometimes some members of his crew.
When they played outdoors, their dog, Prince, was usually a spectator. But today, for some reason, he wasn't content merely to lie at the edge of the lawn, with his big head resting on his paw, and watch the coupling and uncoupling of bodies on the grass. He got up and trotted over to sniff around.
Olive-skinned, black-haired Luisa was sprawled atop Bart, her pussy gliding up and down on his stiffly penetrating cock, while she had her head turned to the side and was sucking Junior's penis. Prince walked over to them and put his cool, moist nose right against the crack of Luisa's bobbing ass.
She pulled her mouth off Junior's wet, twitching prick and squealed, "Perro! Don't dooooo thaht. Eet teekles!"
"Get outa here, Prince!" Junior commanded.
But the dog ignored him, and curled his long red tongue partially around the base of Bart's penis, which was stuck upward into Luisa's momentarily unmoving cunt.
"What the fuck ...!" said Bart.
The dog licked upward through Luisa's crotch, and she squealed again. "Junior," she pleaded, "get heem away from here!"
"Prince, goddamn you!" Junior said, and lunged at the beast.
Prince withdrew reluctantly, sat down, and swiped his tongue around his chops.
"Come heer, ba-bee," Luisa murmured to Junior and reached out for him once more. He pushed his swaying prick toward her, and she caught it in her open mouth. She resumed sucking and pumping her pussy up and down on Bart's pecker at the same time.
Prince watched them interestedly for awhile, then glanced to his right where Cathy and Maureen were entertaining Andy, Lash and one of the ranch hands. A couple of other cowboys lounged in the grass, watching and awaiting their turns.
Andy and Cathy lay on their sides, his loins in front of her face. She was lovingly licking his long, quivering cock. Saliva ran down her tongue and drooled over the thick, red, bulb-ended stick of candy as her tongue glided up one side of it and down the other, fluttered teasingly over its tip, then scurried down its underside to swab over his balls.
He had his head wedged between Maureen's warmly comforting thighs and was licking her wet, fragrant pussy, swabbing its hairs and wiggling his tongue tip in and out of all its slippery folds.
Lash lay on his back, and Maureen was slowly bobbing her mouth up and down, up and down on his upthrust phallus.
Prince got up and walked over to them. He sniffed along Cathy's thigh, and she quit licking Andy's cock for a moment, turning her head to look at the dog.
"What is it, Prince?" she asked, talking to him in the same way she always did-as if he were a person. "What do you want?"
"Uuuuuuuh-oooooooh-man!" Andy exclaimed, as she began to bob her head, causing her encircling lips to glide slowly and suckingly up and down on his cock.
She'd forgotten the dog by now.
But Prince hadn't forgotten her.
It felt good to Cathy, but she didn't give it any particular thought. The licker could have been anyone getting in his two cents' worth. She didn't think of Prince.
It was only when he scrambled partially atop Cathy's back and pushed with his thrusting, tapered cock against the softness of her vulva that she realized this wasn't a man. It didn't feel at all like a man! She pulled her mouth off Andy's prick and turned to see what was happening behind her.
"Prince!" she squealed, half-afraid but delighted, also. The dog loomed above her, great and fierce-looking. His mouth hung open. "Prince-dar-linnnnng!" she said.
Andy sat up and gazed at the amazing spectacle of the big, hairy beast on Cathy's back, trying to work his penis into her cunt. Since Andy had stopped pleasuring Maureen, she sat up, also. Now so did Lash. They all watched, speechless with wonder.
The dog kept struggling dumbly, trying to achieve a connection. Cathy writhed beneath his hairy bulk, feeling his pointed penis skid around missing her hot hole.
"Help him! Somebody help him!" she suddenly cried.
Lash got up and walked around behind the dog. He reached down under the beast's belly, grasped the base of his long fearsome prick, and wiggled it into Cathy's pink moist crevice.
"Ooooooh!" she cried, when she felt that brutally hard, slick, shaft glide into her.
The dog went wild, twisting and pumping rapidly, in a ragged rhythm. He let out little yelps.
"Oooo God!" cried Cathy. "Wowwwww! Ooooh, that's something!"
Cathy was tremendously excited over the realization that it was an animal-prick which was knifing and bobbing within her. This unnatural coupling was something she'd never thought about, but now that it was happening it offered a superb thrill. She rotated her ass and pressed backward, trying to absorb more of the skinny, super-hard, rapidly moving shaft. But the dog was giving her all he could. He was whimpering and his tongue was hanging out. He drooled saliva over her back.
Suddenly he rammed brutally forward, and she felt the semen leap from his deeply embedded cock. Dog-semen!
Oh, God! She shuddered and came, her cunt tightening spastically around the beast's still-twitching prick. He let out another yelp. His feet skidded against her back, his claws scratching her. More saliva drooled down ...
Everyone was so wrapped up in the excitement of what was happening that they didn't notice the car that was arriving at the ranch until it pulled into the open area next to the house and came to a stop. They sat up and stared.
Bart had the presence of mind to grab his pants and quickly slide his legs into them. He stood, zipped up his fly, and walked over to the car.
"Something I can do for you?" he asked the goggle-eyed man behind the wheel.
"Yeah," Pete Denning said. "What the devil is this-a nudist camp or a traveling sex circus?"
Bart didn't appreciate the humor in his remark. "Who did you wanta see?"
"My daugher," Pete said. "Cathy Denning."
Bart squinted. "You're her old man?"
"That's right. Are you Halverson?"
Bart nodded.
Pete's gaze shifted again to the lawn where the naked revelers sprawled. "Just what the hell's going on? Where's Cathy?"
"Why don't you step into the house?" Bart suggested. "I'll have her come in and meet you there."
"You mean, she's-she's one of-them?" he asked, indicating the people on the lawn.
"Just step inside, Mr. Denning. Cathy'll be with you in a minute."
In a daze, Pete got out of the car and walked into the large, luxurious house. He didn't trust himself another glance at the lawn, for fear his prick would stiffen in his pants. There was some mighty good-looking cunt on display over there! And what the hell was that big dog doing? It had looked as if he was on top of one of the women!
Bart walked back to his family and announced, "Cathy, this is gonna come as a shock to you, but -your father's here."
"What?" she gasped.
Maureen jumped up, oblivious to her nudity. "How dare that son or a bitch show up here, after walking out on my sister years ago and not contributing a dime to Cathy's support!"
Bart shushed his wife. 'Take it easy," he said. "He's Cathy's father, after all. Maybe she has some feeling for him, in spite of everything."
The only feeling Cathy had at the moment was a fear that her father had arrived with the intention of taking her away from the ranch. She wouldn't let him do that! She was old enough to know her own mind, and she wanted to stay with the Halversons forever!
"I'll... I'll talk with him," she said, and got shakily to her feet.
"Better let me go in with you," Maureen said, and she looked frantically around. "Where the fuck are my clothes?"
"Never mind, Maureen. I can handle him." Cathy began to walk toward the house.
"Don't you want to put something on?" Maureen asked anxiously.
"No," Cathy said. "I want him to see me as I really am-as I want to be. Then maybe he'll understand why I won't leave with him."
As the beautiful blonde girl strode into the living room completely naked, Pete goggled wildly, and his cock went bone-hard in his pants. "Wh-who are you?" he asked.
"I'm Cathy," she said with a smile. "Your daughter. Are you surprised?"
"My god!" he exclaimed, as his lewd gaze slid over her, touching the tips of her pink-nippled breasts, the gentle undulation of her belly, the golden fluff on her pubic mound, and her full firm thighs.
He tried to fight down his erection, feeling that it was sinful for a father to permit himself to become aroused over his own daughter. But he had no success. The trouble was that she was thrilling-ly beautiful, and she obviously didn't have any inhibitions about showing herself off-even to him!
"Wh-what kind of a place is this?" he asked.
"It's a wonderful place. I love it here, I never want to leave."
"Well, you'll have to," he said firmly, as his gaze flicked over her again. "You obviously don't know what you're doing, walking around like that. It's indecent!"
Her look hardened. "And I suppose walking out on Mom when she had a nine-year-old child to raise was a decent thing?"
He shifted uneasily and looked away. "That's a different proposition. You wouldn't understand about that."
"Maybe not," she said. "But I know I'm happy here, and I don't want to leave. And I don't think you have the right to make me do anything I don't want to do-not now-not any more." . His eyes returned to her golden triangle. He couldn't seem to keep his eyes away from it. His prick throbbed harder.
"Cathy, don't you have any clothes to wear?" he asked weakly.
"Sure, when I feel like wearing them."
"Well, you ought to be wearing them now. It's terrible to stand in front of your father that way!"
Suddenly she thought she knew how to handle him-to send him running, so that he would never come back. She crossed to his chair and sat down on his lap.
He sucked in his breath in surprise. "Cathy ..." Her warm, moist, parted lips were pressing against his. Her tongue was in his mouth, stirring gently-curling and gliding. Her hand was moving on his body.
Moments later, she had him lying on the couch and she was taking the clothes from him-his shoes, his jacket, his tie, shirt, trousers, socks and shorts. He lay there in the grip of a terrible, awesome force that was generated within him but which he couldn't control.
He wanted this girl-his own daughter. He wanted her carnally. His prick was proving that now by the way it stuck straight up, stiffer than it had been at any time in the last ten years-throbbing with illicit lust.
She smiled as she looked at it. Then she put her hand around it and began to stroke it up and down-up and down.
"Oh, baby-Cathy-angel-my little sweetheart-ooooooh." He writhed as he moaned, unable to control the raging inferno inside him which was fanning stroke by stroke.
She bent and put her lips around the head of his cock. She sucked on it gently.
He thought, My daughter! My little girl!
His penis twitched in the circle of her sucking mouth. He reached out for her titties, cupping them and sinking his fingers into their firm softness. He toyed with the tips of her nipples, rolling and tweaking them, making them even harder.
She lifted a lovely leg, and he gazed at the fissure between her thighs which was pink, juicy and open. She mounted him on the couch and, grasping his stiff cock, fed this iron-hard protrusion up into her soft, moist slit. Way up it went until her lovely cunt rippled him from the tip of his cock to its hairy base. Her muscles rippled voluptuously along the length of his rod, and then her hot, clasping pussy began to glide.
She fucked him deliriously as she gazed down into his eyes, her lips soft and sensual, her hair falling against her cheek, her breasts quivering with firm, luscious fullness.
He groaned ecstatically, and the sperm leaped from him, fountaining into her belly. Her responsive cunt tightened around him, clutching and rippling all the more. He spurted and spurted until she milked his balls dry.
Then she got off.
"You can come to see me any time you want to, Daddy," she said as she gracefully arranged her hair behind her shoulder. "We can fuck again." She smiled.
Finding it difficult to believe what had happened-what he had seen and heard and done-but unable to deny the evidence of his senses, he sat up unsteadily and looked around. From the hallway, he was being watched by a troup of naked people. They had seen everything. Even if he had wanted to make trouble, he couldn't do it now. Think what they could do to him!
He hurriedly put on his clothes and left the place, trying to assure himself that it was best for his daughter to stay where she was. She had made a kind of adjustment to that way of life.
His problem would be to forget her-if he could.
As for Cathy, she couldn't have been happier. She knew she would never feel lonely or lost again, because she had such a marvelous loving family!
They had taught her how to love, and in teaching her they had learned a new dimension of life and love themselves.