Chapter 9

Almost as soon as Warren left the house on his way to Brandie Harper's place, Wendy raced upstairs to her bedroom to put the other elements of her plan into action. For tonight, she was determined, she and her father- would become as close as any two people could become. If everything worked the way she planned, the scheme she had hatched with Pete Haney - aided by the potent drug she had placed in her father's drink - would have the result she wanted, the only outcome which, to her disoriented brain, seemed logical.

Her daddy needed a woman. All right. She would show him that he didn't have to look any further than his own daughter. For ever since she had gazed at her father's lean nakedness twined lovingly around their blonde neighbor's body, the teenaged brunette had been obsessed with sharing with him the same intimacy. It seemed to her that once she admitted to that fact, that she wanted her father to make love to her, everything fell into place, like the pieces of a puzzle, and she even felt a strange sensation of peace. Although she knew that the act she was contemplating was one of the oldest taboos known to man, it didn't bother her at all. For somewhere she felt herself above the rigid codes that bound other people, and her daddy was, too. Of course, they'd have to keep it a secret, but it was worth it, in fact, it was worth any price to Warren's young daughter to have him all to herself at last.

She showered quickly, and was just coming out of the bathroom, clad in her bathrobe, when she heard her father come in downstairs. Her heart beat faster as his footsteps dragged heavily toward the stairs, then stopped as, looking up, he saw her at the top, waiting for him.

Wendy was shocked by the way he looked, his hair rumpled and his clothes stained from the dirt and bushes under Brandie's living-room window. The look on his face was strange, too, as though his emotions had suddenly been stripped naked, exposed for all the world to see. It even frightened the adolescent brunette a little. She had never seen her daddy look so hurt.

"Daddy ..." she began as he came toward her, "are you all right?"

Warren looked at his daughter, so young, so lovely and innocent, and she seemed to his drug-fogged brain like a vision from a dream. After what he had just witnessed of Brandie Harper's corruptness, Wendy seemed like a creature from another world. And to think he had even contemplated marrying that bitch, that whore, and bringing her into the same house with his already emotionally scarred young daughter! His brain reeled with the thought, and he had to reach out with his hands to steady himself on the upstairs railing.

"Yes... yes, I'm all right, baby,", he murmured. "I... I think you made that drink a little too strong, that's all. I need to lie down."

"Let me help you," Wendy offered, slipping her arm around his waist and guiding him down the hall toward his own room. Warren let himself be led, scarcely aware of what was happening to him now, for the drug's effects were just approaching their peak. He knew he felt strange, but he attributed it to the drink and the emotional shock he had just experienced at witnessing the scene on Brandie's living-room floor. God, would he ever dare trust another woman again? he wondered bleakly. And what if he couldn't? Brandie had unleashed powerful sexual feelings in the attractive young widower, feelings he had conditioned himself to control for years. How would he satisfy them now?

They were at the door to his bedroom now, and Wendy preceded him inside and turned down his covers. "Did you ... did you find out if what Pete said was true?" she asked.

"Yes," her father replied thickly. "I found out."

"Oh Daddy, I'm so sorry," Wendy whispered in false sympathy, going to him and slipping her arms around him. "I really am."

Her warm concern only made Warren feel worse, and he held his daughter tightly, rocking back and forth slightly and cradling her in his arms, as though he would never let go. "It looks like you're the only girl I can really trust, baby," he murmured sadly into her tousled brown hair.

"Oh Daddy, that's the way I feel about you," Wendy replied, snuggling closer against him and pressing her small body against his tall lean one.

Warren was surprised to feel his cock once more spring hungrily erect at her soft embrace. Indeed it had never really subsided since he had first seen Brandie lying nakedly sandwiched between Pete Haney and his tough-looking friend. Now, feeling the blossoming curves of his fourteen year old daughter's slender young body pressed against him, he was horrified to realize that he was beginning to have a sexual response to her, to his own daughter! Christ! What kind of monster was he becoming?

"You'd better go to bed now, honey," he said, pulling away from her abruptly and throwing himself down on the bed to conceal his sudden aching erection.

But Wendy had felt it with a thrill of excitement, and she knew that her father was reacting to her just the way she wanted him to. "May I come in and kiss you good night after I have my nightgown on?" she asked innocently.

"Sure, honey, of course."

The calculating young brunette left her father's bedroom and hurried down the hall to her own room. Once inside, she closed the door and quickly stripped off her bathrobe, leaving herself completely naked. She tore open her dresser drawer, in which she had carefully hidden something - something she had taken earlier in the day from the trunk in her father's room that contained her mother's things. Now she took it out carefully and slipped it over her head, then turned to look in the mirror. It was a gold satin nightgown that flowed around her curvaceous young body like liquid mercury, clinging to every youthful curve, and clearly outlining the hard little tips of her nipples. Wendy tightened the lacy string under her soft young breasts so that it fit even more alluringly, then took the pins out of her soft brown hair and let it cascade down over her shoulders. Satisfied with the effect, she began to tingle all over with excitement. She was going to make love, for the first time in her life, and with her own father! He was going to take her virginity and make her into a real woman at last, just like her mother had been! She could hardly wait, and yet she was a little scared, too.

"Oh," she breathed at her image in the mirror, "this is going to be the most important night of my life!"

Meanwhile, down the hall in his own room, Warren was beginning to feel stranger than ever. It required a great deal of effort for him to get up from the bed after his daughter had left and to take off his clothes. Finally he gave up trying to put on pajamas and just dropped his trousers, shirt and underwear on the floor. Then he pulled the top sheet down and stretched his naked body out uncaringly on the bed.

He felt... weird. Every muscle in his body seemed to be exhausted, and yet his cock was still half-erect and full of lewd energy, and his mind was filled with salacious images of Brandie Harper as he had just seen her, naked on the floor of her living room, her face contorted in ecstasy as she received the brutal double-fucking from Pete and his companion... of his wife, Harriet, brunette and loving, just like their daughter. God, it was incredible how alike they were, he thought vaguely. Indeed, when he thought of his long dead wife now, he could not really distinguish her features and body from those of Wendy's. God, how he wished his wife were still alive, to be the kind of mother Wendy needed, and ... and the kind of wife he needed, he admitted with a sigh. Memories of their all too brief years of marriage flooded his brain, and he felt even more aroused than before. He could see in his mind's eye, his beautiful young brunette wife, all naked, her long hair curling softly over her shoulders and down around her full, firmly upthrust breasts. It was an incredibly vivid image, and Warren's loins ached with desire as he contemplated it.

"Oh Harriet," he moaned, "Harriet, I miss you so much!" He wanted more than anything else to bury his cock in her warmly receptive vagina, to lose himself in her, as though the past ten years had just been an awful nightmare. If only it were possible! His cock stirred lustily, and he let his hand drop down between his legs to grasp its thickened girth, softly stroking it into even greater arousal.

Padding down the hall barefoot, Wendy paused outside her father's door just in time to hear his mournful words. She felt a shiver of excitement go through her as he spoke them, for she knew that she resembled her mother. Even if her daddy hadn't told her so on several occasions, she had seen enough pictures of the often photographed beauty to know that it was true. And her daddy wanted her mommy, right now, this very minute, when she was about to take the biggest step of her life, into her father's bedroom, clad in her mother's nightgown, looking exactly like her!

Wendy trembled inwardly at how perfectly everything was working out. Then, gathering all her strength and fighting down what seemed to be hundreds of butterflies in her stomach, she pushed open the door to the room and went inside.

Wafted away by the potent drug his daughter had put into his drink, Warren had forgotten he had told her she could come in and kiss him good night. Hence, he had not bothered to pull the sheet over his naked body, and when Wendy entered, he was still stretched out naked, his hand lightly stroking his blood-engorged cock.

It's almost as though he were waiting for me! Wendy thought with a thrill of desire as she softly closed the door behind her. There was no light on in the room, but the vivid moonlight streaming in through the window illuminated everything perfectly. The lustfully scheming daughter could scarcely believe her good fortune. Daddy was naked, dreaming of her mother while, he massaged his beautiful big penis, the penis that in only a few minutes would be shoved up inside her own narrow cuntal passage! For a few seconds she watched her father from the foot of the bed. Then she gently eased herself down beside him and began stroking his naked chest and shoulders.

Warren was so under the influence of the deadly Zoom 40 he'd unknowingly drunk, that at first he scarcely noticed his daughter's presence. It seemed just another aspect of the lively sexual hallucinations that were racing through his mind at lightning speed. He felt more intensely aroused than he ever had in his life, and he was too drugged even to wonder why. He yearned for a woman to make love to. With his whole being he desired a soft, receptive body into which he could pour the rapidly mounting torrent of desire that was consuming him from every side.

He seemed to be losing consciousness of his surroundings as he let himself drift into a drug-clouded semi-trance.

Wendy let her hands wander sensuously down his naked chest and abdomen, moving hungrily toward his desire-swollen penis from which his own hand had fallen aside, leaving it swaying blindly in the air. Gently she grasped it in her small hands, drawing the thick foreskin back and forth over the huge bulbous head, tickling the semen-filled ridge on its underside. Her gentle stroking of his pulsating hardness drove Warren to even greater heights of lust.

He moaned erotically, his eyes closed, as the sensual hunger of his daughter's lewd caress blended with the drug-heightened images of his wife that still filled his mind. Except that now and then the image changed, and instead of Harriet, he distinctly saw Wendy, his daughter. "No ... no!" he protested, as his mind, out of the control of his conscience and everyday morality, conjured up obscene pictures of his adolescent daughter, naked and beckoning, offering her still-virginal body to him, her own father! In his semi-torpor, he tried to resist the lewd images, but he kept being drawn back, like a magnet, to the way his brown-eyed brunette daughter's body felt when she pressed herself affectionately against him, the tantalizing feeling of her round little breasts against his chest, her nipples like two hard little peas, and the way her rounded buttocks jiggled with unconscious womanly allure when crammed into a tight pair of jeans. Even now, it seemed to the nakedly sprawled young widower that he could hear her melodious young voice crooning soft words of love into his ears, words that were almost obscene in their meaning. And at the same time, hot flashes of deliciously thrilling lust shot through his sex-starved body, as though invisible hands were teasing and manipulating his most sensitive areas.

"Oh Daddy," Wendy's voice crooned, "you have such a beautiful big penis. I love you so much, Daddy, and I've waited soooo long for tonight. I want to feel you inside me. I want to show you you don't need any new wife. I'll be a wife for you, Daddy, better than anybody else could ever be ... "

The voice went on hypnotically, and try as he might, Warren could not shut out its obscenely inviting words. It was like a dream, a deliciously forbidden dream, from which he couldn't wake up. It even seemed to the confused widower that he could see her now, too, a frail but sensuous brunette figure attired in a gold satin nightgown, crouched at his side, holding his rigidly erect cock in both her hands and murmuring soft words of endearment to it. It was Harriet, but it was Wendy, too.

"What's what's happening to me?" he asked, trying to force himself into full consciousness. But it was useless. His limbs felt as though there were lead weights attached to them, and he couldn't move, could only lie helplessly while his mind played lascivious tricks on him, and his loins began to ache with salacious feelings of increasing lust.

"Don't worry, Daddy," the voice crooned soothingly. "It's nothing bad. I just want to love you, not like a little girl anymore, but like a real, grown-up woman. Don't you want to love me like that, too? Don't you, Daddy? See... my pussy is all wet just from being close to you like this..."

Fascinated, Warren watched as the brown-haired hallucination knelt upright beside him on the bed and slowly raised the hem of her nightgown. Holding it up around her waist with one hand, she spread her legs and opened her sparsely hair-fringed cuntal lips with her fingers. Then she grasped one of Warren's limp hands with her own and drew it toward the narrow little opening.

Warren felt more aroused than he had ever felt in his life as the sensual little vision guided his middle finger up between her legs and placed it right on the entrance to her tightly throbbing cuntal slit, and then pushed. Inside, he could feel the thin membrane of her hymen, and the creamy liquid that seeped from her hidden vaginal softness.

"Oooooooohhhh," she murmured wriggling down into his outstretched finger so that it slipped up inside her to the first knuckle. "That feels sooooooo good. But your penis would feel so much better, Daddy. Wouldn't you like me to get naked right now and put it in me?"

Even as she spoke Wendy threw one leg out over his own so that her glistening little pink cunt was poised just above his wildly palpitating cock, which jerked upwards as though hungry for the appetizing little pussy only inches from its blood-engorged head. Then, squeezing her thighs together to keep her father's finger firmly imbedded in her moistly contracting cuntal depths, she began raising her satin nightgown up above her waist, revealing her roundly quivering little breasts to her father's stunned gaze. She tossed the garment aside and straddled his body, completely naked.

Warren couldn't take his eyes from her slender white nakedness. Her shameless words and actions were calling up in him a long-repressed jungle instinct, a fiery, forbidden desire he had never known existed in him before. From deep, deep inside his mind a thought he had never allowed himself began to take shape and fight its way to the forefront of his consciousness. For a few secdnds the brown-haired advertising man struggled against it, and then- he surrendered, defeated by the strength of the sensual stimuli that assailed him from all sides. Although it was only a hallucination, a bizarre fantasy of his own mind, he was sure, he suddenly realized that the sensual vision spoke the truth. He did want her! Wanted his own daughter! With a lusty hunger he could no longer deny!

Almost unconsciously, his finger began to pump up and down again in her tight little vagina, while his eyes roamed wildly over her naked young body, a dark glint of lust in them that Wendy had never seen before, but that excited her tremendously. No longer was her father looking at her like a little girl, but like a woman, a woman he wanted, just the way she wanted him.

"Oh Daddy," she breathed ecstatically, grinding her pelvis down hotly onto his probing finger, "you do want me! I'm so glad. Put it in me, Daddy, now! Now!" And she grasped his thick, heavily swollen cock in her hands and drew it feverishly toward her still-virginal pussy.

"Uuuuunnnnngggghhhhhh," Warren groaned, withdrawing his hand from her cunt and placing it on her hips as she lowered herself over him, letting the tip of his lust-stiffened cock brush softly against her throbbing little slit, against the thin membrane of skin that still protected the entrance to her untried cunt.

Slowly Wendy lowered herself farther, gathering all her courage, and spreading her legs wide, while her hands, trembling with desire, guided her father's pendulous cock to her desire-swollen pussy. She bore down as hard as she could, but her taut little hymen was resistant. Despite all her pushing and straining, her daddy's beautiful thick penis wouldn't go inside, and she whimpered fretfully as it lodged itself just at the entrance to her yearning vagina.

Warren was nearly overwhelmed with the hot thrills he felt as his huge cock pressed hungrily to enter her tight virginal pussy. Christ, she was so little, so narrow and snug. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. He had to have her, had to plunge his achingly stiff rod deep up inside her and fuck her senseless, even if it hurt her. Still only semi-conscious, he could not fight down the growling primitive lust that surged through him at the contact of his lust-swollen penis with her tight little pussy. His jaw hardening, he suddenly raised his hips off the mattress, and. at the same time, pulled Wendy down sharply, so that his cock tore upwards into his daughter's moistly trembling vagina.

"Aaaaaaaiiiiieeee!" Wendy screamed, taken by surprise at the suddenness of the act. All at once her tender little cunt felt as though it were tearing, stretching unbearably under the assault of her father's massively plunging penis.

The sound of her painful cry jolted Warren momentarily out of his dream. Looking around him wildly, he suddenly was seized with shock. This was no fantasy! He was stretched out naked on his own bed in the dark, and this was his own adolescent daughter so obscenely impaled on his cock, her head thrown back and a grimace of both pain and ecstasy on her young, sweating face.

"Oh my God!" he burst out. "Wendy! Baby! What have I done? Oh God ..."

But Wendy's voice cut off his protests.

"Don't stop now, Daddy. It feels so nice! So hot! Give me more, Daddy! Please fuck me! Fuck me!"

Warren could scarcely comprehend the full meaning of her words, but the feeling behind them was unmistakable. She was enjoying it! His own daughter was begging him to drive his thick long hardness up into her virginal cunt, no matter how much it hurt. She wanted him with a bizarre passion exactly like his own. Her words seemed to make Warren explode inside as, goaded on by the powerful drug he had unknowingly taken, his body reacted to her plea with a force of a lightning bolt. Even while his mind recoiled in horror from what he was doing, his hips lurched upward, forcing his cock farther and farther up into the lewdly wriggling milk-white belly of his naked brunette daughter, who urged him on with her undulating body and a new torrent of lust-inciting words.

"Oh, that's it. More, Daddy, more! I want all of it. Ooooooooohhhhhh, it's so big and hot, and it's filling me up so wonderfully. It doesn't hurt anymore, Daddy, not at all!"

Wendy's wetly clasping pussy was now completely accustomed to his lengthy hardness, and Warren began to stroke into his daughter with vigorous but gentle thrusts, driving his pendulous cock far up into the pulsating walls of her newly deflowered vagina. He knew he couldn't hold out for long from releasing his hot cum into her welly clasping cunt. His own hot thrills were too intense.

Suddenly he wailed, "I-I'm almost there, baby! I'm. almost there ..."

"Oh yes, Daddy," his writhing sensuous daughter replied. "Cum inside me! Fill me up with it. And make me cum with you!"

Warren increased his pace even more, each furious stroke taking them both closer and closer to the lust-quenching peak of orgasm. He watched spellbound as his formerly innocent brunette child flailed her head wildly, her brown hair flying around her face tempestuously, her body now accustomed to his hard, fleshy cock, grinding down on him as though she wanted to force his climax as well as her own, riding his lewdly bucking loins as a child rides a fast-rocking hobby horse. She began moaning incoherently, her mouth opened wide, as spasms of impending orgasm ripped through her nakedly churning young body.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhh!" she cried out suddenly. "Daddddddeeeeee I'm ccccccuuuummmm iinngggggg!"

"So am I, baby, sssssssoooo aaaaaaammmmmmm IIIIIIII!"

Suddenly they seemed to be floating free, wafted away from reality on an overwhelmingly satisfying wave of blazing sensuality that lifted them out of themselves in blissful togetherness, father and daughter, locked together in a warm liquid wonderland. They heard voices, raised in ecstatic cries, but scarcely knew they were then-own. On and on it went, until, after what seemed like an eternity, they drifted gently back to earth.

Wendy gently eased herself up off her father's softly subsiding penis, and collapsed beside him in his arms. "Oh Daddy, that was wonderful... better even than I'd dreamed it would be." Contentedly she snuggled tight against him.

What have we done? Warren wondered frantically, looking down at her tousled brown head nestled on his chest. Oh my God, what have we done? But before he could think of an answer, he fell once again into unconsciousness, completely drained by the galvanic coupling he had just shared with his daughter, and the powerful effects of the drug.