Chapter 8
The following Friday night Tina lay in bed alone. Her brother and her mother had left her at home for the evening. They'd each some place to go.
She contemplated calling a friend, but no one was in. She had no desire to see any special men. Her brother satisfied her in every way. She wondered, on occasion, if perhaps he might not fuck her more often, but for the most part, Tina was quite content in this regard.
Her studies had improved since her incestuous intercourse with Charley. And every now and then, with a little help from Vera, Tina learned something new and exciting about her young, nubile body.
On this particular evening, however, she found herself feeling lusty. Yet there was no one around to help her satisfy her desires. She lay in bed wondering when Charley would be home, what she should do in the meantime in order to relax.
Soon she found herself sliding her palms slowly up and down her slender tanned thighs. She could feel the soft heat her long legs generated, and her smooth hands continued to rub. She slid up and down her legs with her open fingers, and sometimes she squeezed her loins lightly, or dropped a finger down close to her vagina. Back and forth, up and down she went. She was laying on her back giving herself a nice, soft rub.
After a while she raised her knees and stroked the soft insides of her thighs. She used her finger tips to move slowly up and down her comely loins. She started up near her knee and moved lightly along the inside of her upper legs.
Later, as the tingle and the chill crawled across her body, she lifted one hand to her heating breasts. There she massaged, by pressing her palm in gentle circles on her nipples, her tits into a passionate fever. The bright red nipples sprouted like budding flowers. They became hard, and the big brown caps underneath were also taut with excitement. She squeezed her titties, just to make sure she received a long deep thrill. Finally, while the one hand caressed her breasts and her chest and her belly, the other worked down into her bush.
This second hand took on the largest chore. For there between Tina's soft, slick thighs, was the empty, ready twat so much in need of stimulation. She applied one finger to the slender, glistening lips surrounding her vagina. The finger traveled up and down between the slippery folds of skin. Soon her pussy unfolded like a flower, and she forced the flesh petals to stay open so that she could work her long, middle digit up into the wet, needy channel.
In the dark of her bedroom, the fifteen year old began to breathe harder, faster. Her heart beat accelerated, and she felt her eyes dilate. She lifted her knees higher so as to be better able to reach a long finger into her wet canal. With a staccato, rapid fire technique, she finger fucked herself for probably thirty strokes. Then, using two hands in her crotch, one from underneath-so as to work a little action into her anus-and the other from above, she closed the gap between herself and orgasmic bliss. Finally, the finger penetrating her pussy attacked the clitoris muscle. The flow of juice trebled instantly.
"Ooooh," she moaned out loud, "here I go." She spread her legs as far apart as she could, as though a man lay between her hot smooth thighs, and she stabbed her cunt repeatedly until she was on the verge of a half-way decent climax. "Oooooh," she groaned again out loud. "Ahhhhhh."
"Having fun ? " asked a deep, male voice. "Or just getting your little box ready for me?"
In the dark, at first. Tina couldn't recognize the familiar intruder. He'd startled her, for she thought she was all alone in the house, and that the doors were locked.
"It's only me," said the silhouette at the door to the bedroom. "Don't be afraid."
She sat up, scared out of her mind. "Who is it?" she screamed. "Get out! I'll scream! Who are you?! ? "
It was more the shock of surprise rather than the presence of another person that caused Tina to react in this hysterical manner. Also, she was in an intimate physical state, vulnerable in every way. This coupled with the darkness and the intruder's calm demeanor made her all the more susceptible to fear.
"Don't be afraid, Tina," said the voice of Tom Benson, "it's me, your father."
"What? Daddy? Oh, my God!" She now recognized the voice. "You scared the hell out of me. Why did you sneak up on me like that?"
"I just didn't know anyone was home," he said, crossing the room. "Then I heard heavy breathing, and I didn't know what to expect."
He sat down on the bed next to his calming daughter. "I came into the hallway and didn't see anybody, but the gasping and the panting kept getting louder. So I looked in here." He stretched a hand toward her closest, bare thigh. "How are you, darling? How have you been?" His hand rested for a moment on her chilled upper leg. The skin was smooth, fresh, just the slightest bit moist.
"I'm fine," she said, "but that's far enough." She grabbed his wrist. "I've had all of that that a girl can take."
"Ha, ha, ha," he said, holding his hand away from her smooth leg. "You seemed to like it three weeks ago. What's come over you, darling Tina? You don't think I'm an ogre the way your brother and your mother say, now, do you?" He smiled, and even in the dark, Tina could see that he was trying to talk her into something. "Do you?"
Tina leaned back against the wall furthest from her father. "I don't know what to think," she said. "Sometimes I think that you just drank a little too much-or that you drink a little too much-but then, oh, I don't know, it's not my problem any more."
"Because I'm not here, is that it?" He looked away from her.
Perhaps, she thought, he was honestly hurt. But what of the times when they made love and he paid her no mind, no consideration for her sense of frustration. She wasn't sure, but she thought that if she didn't do things exactly right, she would soon end up, once again, with her father's sex muscle drilling her twat.
"Well," he asked again. "Is that it, honey? That since I'm not here it's no longer a problem?"
"Yes," she said in a whisper. "But I do miss you, Daddy. I really do."
He reached out and took her hand. "That's enough," he said. He started to get up, to leave go his daughter's soft skin, but, despite her feelings to the contrary, Tina found herself yelping after him: "Daddy, no, please, don't go yet. I just have to be with you for a little while. Please." They met when he turned around half way across the room. The shadows were long and deep around them, and as they embraced, she nude, he fully clothed, they turned and first Tina, then Tom, had his back to the shaft of light that illuminated the bedroom doorway from the hall. "Oh, Tina," he moaned, "I miss you, darling."
"Please, Daddy, make it quick," she moaned.
"Come on," he said, "I don't think we have much time," and he started to pull her by the hand, toward the hallway, probably thinking that they would use the main bedroom, the king-sized bed.
"No," said Tina, "not there. Here. Here in my bed."
"But Tina," he began. And then he realized that if he wanted to win her back he must make certain compromises. He smiled, appeared to understand her concern, her need, to make love to him in her own bed, and he joined her there.
Tina slid her hands down to her father's neat leather and metal belt. She undid the clasp, and then the buttons on his shirt. He loosened his tie, undid it all together, and then he slid out of his pants. She helped him with his shirt, and when he was nude and next to her, she rubbed his hairy chest, his manly muscles, and his thighs. "I missed you, darling," he said. "Did you know that?" He wrapped his large hands around the back of her head and pulled her close to his face. His big mouth opened and filled her face with tongue.
"Uuuuhh," she moaned in her father's arms. "I, ah, ooooohhh...."
He slid a finger into her lubricated, oozing twat. "There," he said. "There's the little girl I love." His middle digit worked her pussy tube and sought out the familiar clitoris. When he located the small knob of sensitive tissue, he added another finger to the stew pot. He pinched the clit, tugged on it, pushed and pulled it this way and that.
Tina, meanwhile, had taken to stroking her father's hefty dark meat. She used a circled index finger and thumb to wrap the base, and a similar arrangement of her left hand to pull and stimulate the mushroom head. Soon her father's pecker blossomed into a jumbo erection, one which she hardly believed she'd previously fit into her narrow twat. "It's so big," she said. "I don't understand."
"I'm horny, honey. It makes my cock so fat I don't know what to do."
"Dad," she asked, "have you quit drinking?" She tugged on the pecker, rubbed the shank of the penis, and then used one hand to play with his balls while she listened to his answer: "Yes," he said, "more or less. Maybe just for now. But I feel better this way. Makes me awfully damn horny, though. Have to get sex once a day or I go out of my mind. But I haven't had a drink since that day I left here, honey. And I mean to keep it that way."
She opened her legs wider for him. She liked the idea that her fathr might have reformed. "Maybe," she said, feeling his massive finger working in her pussy, "just maybe we could talk Mom into taking you back. If you've really quit all that booze and nonsense stuff."
"Oh, I don't know, honey," he said, massaging her bush and the lips around her vagina. "I don't know how good an idea it would be for me to come back right now." Her pussy was gushing in the palm of his hand. "You are really hot, babe. You want my dick now?"
"Oh," she said, looking down at the long fat muscle that could easily nail her to the bed, "I don't know yet. Maybe it's not such a good idea after all."
"Oh, baby doll," he groaned, somewhat angry but still cool, "you can't do this to me. It's not right."
"Hey, Dad," she said in a strong cool voice, "what about all the times you left me and Mom hanging. What was right about that?"
"Nothing," he said. "I was a drunk then. Now I'm not. I wouldn't let that happen if I could help it."
She wanted to believe her father because when he fucked her properly he was the best. But if he was just fooling around, giving her the business, then the night would turn out miserably. She'd be better off masturbating. So she asked him: "You want to try and make me satisfied?"
"Yes," he said. "Yes."
She spread her legs and invited him in. He climbed up onto his teenage daughter's hot body. With one quick jerk of her hips she placed his meat all the way up her canal. "How do you like that, Dad?"
"Oh, baby," he groaned, "you have the nicest cunt I've had in a long time. It's soft and slippery and tighter than ever. I love it."
"You're harder than ever, Dad. I think it's cause you stopped that drinking or something. Maybe you just know your way around better now, I mean maybe you know better what you want from all of us and stuff like that." She rocked her hips up onto his rod. The stiff meat of his sexually stimulated groin pumped her crotch. She leveled him out, though, pulled his big dick to the back of her pussy and twisted her hips. The thrill belonged to both of them as the new feel spread across his boner and up her channel. "Oh, God damn!" she grunted. "Uuuuuhhh, good, Dad."
"Yeah, honey," he agreed, pushing and shoving his meat back and forth and from side to side in her long wet twat tube. "This may be the best fuck we ever had together, eh?"
"Oh, yes," she agreed, thrusting her hips in a new sensuous pattern that pulled on the crown ridge of his mushroom prick. "I'm sure this is better than ever, Dad." She began to sweat and rub against his belly. She arched her back, pushed her stomach into his, and offered him her full, ample breasts for stimulation. "Just a little feel for my chest, please Dad?"
He cupped his palm on her left titty. The nipple sprouted to attention. He rubbed the cherry bud, and then he licked it, just to be sure. Meanwhile, he pumped his thick flesh prong in and out of her sweet soft tube. "Ooooh," he moaned into her bosom, "this is just right, honey." His daughter was plying his cock like no other woman ever had.
"I can feel how meaty your joint is, Dad," she told him. "I mean it really fills me up and all."
"Yeah, honey," he said, "and you have a perfect long tube for me to fuck with. It's like we never were away from each other at all."
"It's much better," she said, rolling her pelvis so that he would get a special thrill up the shaft of his long meat. "Just the best!"
"Ahhhhh," he sighed. "You tell me when you're ready to come on me, darling. Then I'll show you what a good fuck Tom Benson can really be for his pretty daughter."
She waited another few strokes and then she fired off her gush of cunt juice. It was obvious to Tom that his lovely nubile teenage daughter was climaxing on his powerhouse rod. "OK, " he told her, "here you go." With that he pumped his pole harder and faster into her juicing pussy. The bed began to squeak as they bounced around on each other's genitals.
"Oh, yes," she grunted, "that's just right, Dad. That's the way I love it. Give it to me hard like that so I can feel that rock hard muscle in me. I love that penis meat of yours! Oh, God, yes!" She ground her pussy up and around the stiff pole. She continued to climax around his meat. He, for his part, continued to fire his hot flesh poker down her smooth contracting-expanding insides. "Ahhhh," she sighed, finally, and he took that as the cue to fill her up with hot semen.
"My, oh, my," she moaned when she felt the first wad of jism hit the back of her twat. "Oh, Daddy, that's good and hot!" He filled her right up, as though his prick were a jism fountain and her pussy his cup. She swallowed it all down into-her vagina. "I love it, I love it, I love it," she cried, rolling her head back and forth in ecstasy and passion: "Ooooooh!"
When it was all over, Tina climbed down to her father's big meat and licked him clean. She spread her tongue here and there and sponged him with it. She made sure he was clean as a whistle, maybe even ready for more. But when she persisted in tonguing, it was him who said to stop, that perhaps they should save themselves for another time. "I just love that blow gun of yours, Dad," she said. "A few more licks wouldn't hurt really, would it?"
"No," he agreed, "I suppose not." He gave her access to his jumbo meat. She fried it right up, using her tongue like a pro. It would be hard to believe that she was only fifteen years old, though certainly she looked that young. It was her skill as a woman that made her seem older.
"Now," he said, when she'd had enough of his cock, "you see that I can be reliable as a fuck mate, eh? I'm not all hot wind and booze and trouble, eh?"
"Not tonight," she cooed. "Not at all."
"Never again, either," he added. "So you remember that. We'll meet again sometime soon and you'll be able to trust me then, eh?" He smiled and started dressing.
They both heard the voices at the same time. The front door to the living room opened. "Uh-oh," said Tina, "trouble; it's Mom and Charley."
Mr. Benson dressed quickly. "This way. Dad," said Tina. She lifted the window over her bed. "They won't even know you were here."
"Right," he agreed. "I'll be back."
"Where can I reach you?" she asked. But it was no good. He was gone, out into the night. She quietly pulled down the window and the shade.
There was a knock at the door to the bedroom. "You up?" asked Vera Benson of her daughter. "Tina? Are you awake?"
Tina lay nude on the bed. She pretended to sleep, but she'd not had time to cover herself. Her mother came over and smiled at her. "Oh, dear," she sighed aloud, "poor darling fell asleep before she even got under the-" Vera stopped midstream in her sentence. She'd espied the large puddle of love juice next to where Tina slept. Tina held her breath. "Tina?" asked Mrs. Benson. "Tina? Are you awake?"
She rolled over and covered the spot. "Poor thing," mumbled Mrs. Benson, "she must have been masturbating. Charley's going to have to spend a little more time with her." She pulled up the sheets, over Tina's warm body, and then she left the room.
"Yick," said Tina to herself, pulling herself out of the puddle of come and clit juice. "What a mess!" She saddled over sideways and lay away from the mess she and her father had made. She wondered to herself when she'd next have the privilege of sucking his big juicy meat into her twat. She hoped it would be soon, and then she fell asleep.