Chapter 1
It was a horrible shock to Clarence Collins to read the letter that his wife left for him at the office.
"I'm sorry, dear, that our marriage must end like this. But I realize I can't love you anymore. Forgive me but I have found someone else. Perhaps some day I can explain. I will have our marriage annulled in Mexico. Try to help the children understand. Love, Mara-lee."
With that he realized he had to tell his fifteen-year-old daughter, Marilyn, and his sixteen-year-old son, Wally, the truth. There were not many details he could reveal, however. He realized that he had paid so much attention to business that apparently she had found someone else. She had mentioned that she didn't love him anymore and he refused to believe her. He thought she was teasing him. With the letter facing him now, he realized she meant business.
That evening when Clarence Collins went home, he told both of his children that he wanted to take them out to dinner.
"But what about mom?" his blue-eyed daughter, Marilyn, asked him
"Well talk about that at dinner," he smiled sadly.
Immediately, both Wally and Marilyn understood. After dinner when he explained to them that their mother had deserted him, they both assured him that they would see to it that he was not lonely.
"Even if she is my mother," Marilyn said quietly, "I can't respect her. We'll stick with you, Daddy. Don't you worry about a thing."
"Yes, Dad," Wally joined in, "I want to show you that we do care for you."
In the days that followed it was difficult. While Clarence did hire a woman to clean the house and prepare meals occasionally, he quickly discovered that he couldn't afford such a luxury.
"Marilyn," he finally told his young daughter one night, "I'm afraid you'll just have to bo the mother of the house. You'll have to do the cleaning and the cooking, because I can't afford it anymore."
Marilyn went over to her father and wrapped her arms lovingly about him. As she looked up into his eyes, she told him how delighted she would be to do the work. But strange vibrations surged through her father's body as he felt her young breasts pressing hard against his chest.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" she asked, sensing something was bothering him.
"Nothing, honey," he assured her.
That moment Marilyn was suddenly aware that her father had turned on to her sexually. It bothered her as she realized that he was being deprived of any sexual opportunities.
Saturday night when her brother went out on his heavy date, she felt sorry for her father who was left alone. She decided that it might not hurt to try out her new swimsuit and give him a chance to admire her body. Going into her bedroom, Marilyn began undressing. When she was completely nude, she couldn't help admire her firm round breasts, her trim waist and her lithe legs. Tapping herself playfully on the behind, she reached over to pick up her new string swim-suit. As she slipped into her strings, she once more admired herself. Going into the living room, her father took one look at her and flipped.
"What are you trying to do?" he laughed, as he saw her walk across the floor.
"I just wanted to show you my new swim-suit," she told him.
"It's quite a suit, honey," he told her, "but I don't like to see you wear it"
"Why not?" she smiled, as she turned around, displaying almost all of her buttocks.
"It's not good for a young girl to parade around like this and stimulate the opposite sex," he informed her flatly.
"Oh, Daddy," she said, "get off it. Kids today run around in the nude."
"But I don't approve of it," he insisted.
Saying no more, Marilyn went over to sit beside her father. He felt his heart pounding rapidly as she sat beside him and finally he found himself trembling. Marilyn immediately observed this and asked him if he was all right
"Sure I'm all right," he told her.
"Why are you shaking, Daddy?" she demanded.
"I don't know," he replied nervously.
"Yes, you do," Marilyn whispered softly, her blue eyes lighting up as she realized her female attractions were turning him on all the way.
"Daddy," she said, "there's nothing wrong with looking."
Even though he knew there was something wrong, Clarence couldn't resist the erotic pull of her beautiful body.
"I guess there isn't," he breathed huskily.
Before he knew what was happening, his young blonde-haired daughter had reached behind, to unfasten her bra.
"You can see them if you want to, Daddy," Marilyn said, half apologizing as she realized her father was being deprived of sexual satisfaction now that her mother had run away with someone else. The moment Clarence's eyes caught sight of her firm round naked breasts, he was so excited he was twitching.
"You're stimulated, Daddy?"
"You're a beautiful girl, baby," he said. "You've got no right to torture me like this."
"Am I torturing you?" she said, as she got to her feet and slowly pulled down her string bottoms. Suddenly, her beautiful vagina came into view and then she turned around, exposing her bare bottom.
"You've got a body that's dynamite," he said, "and you would turn any man on."
"You can touch me, Daddy, if you want to," she said, offering herself to him as she felt so sorry over the fact that he had lost his wife.
He nodded.
"I guess it wouldn't hurt anything if I just massaged them maybe."
He said this with a tremor in his voice that let her realize how nervous, how upset and how hot for her body he was.
Once in the bedroom, she playfully sprawled across the bed and turned to smile up at him. As he looked at her, he realized he was getting a tremendous erection.
"What's wrong, Daddy?" she smiled slyly, as she turned to look away from him.
"Nothing, honey," he assured her.
No matter what he said, she realized he was so eager for action he could hardly stand it. As his hands began touching her body, he wanted to pull away. For he felt a strange compulsion to have sex with her. He realized what a horrifying thing it would be to have sex with his own daughter. Yet, she was so beautiful, so tempting, he felt she was offering him an open invitation to her body.
"I can't rub you anymore," he finally blurted.
Turning over again, she looked up at him. And as his hot eyes gazed at her beautiful bosoms and glanced down at her fur-trimmed triangle, he knew what he had to do. Suddenly, his mouth was over her left breast. Reaching for him, she held him tightly to her.
"Love me, Daddy," she sighed eagerly. "Yes, Daddy, love me now."
As his tongue swept over the nipple of her bosom, she felt it become suddenly erect. Then she felt his hand reaching down to grope her moistening vagina. She loved the feel of his hot hand playing with her down there.
"Oh, Daddy," she exclaimed excitedly, "you don't know what you're doing to me."
Every moment she was becoming more and more excited. She wanted to have sex with him now more than anything else in the world. When he finished with one bosom, he started kissing, licking and caressing the other one.
"Oh, Daddy, there's nothing wrong with us doing this," she insisted. "The kids at school do it all the time."
Pulling his mouth off her right bosom, he looked directly into her eyes.
"Are you having sex with any of them?" he demanded.
Lowering her eyes, she nodded.
"I forbid it," he said, "you will turn out like your mom."
"Don't mention her," she said firmly, "I've disowned her."
"Oh, baby," the hot, panting father exclaimed as he let his lapping tongue make a trail down to her vagina. Slipping his hands beneath her ass cheeks he let his tongue flick back and forth across her pussy.
"Eat me, Daddy," she begged, "eat me."
Then raising her legs, she embraced him with her hot thighs. Reaching down, she guided his head over her anxious mound as he began sucking on her pussy. It was amazing how beautiful it seemed to him. Nothing was wrong with it now. It seemed so right.
"Suck my pussy," she begged, "eat me. Oh, Daddy, keep it up. Slip your tongue way up there. Lick quick! Like that! Oh, ah, yes, Daddy, yes!"
She threw her legs up over his shoulders as his hot tongue pumped into her savagely.
"Yes, like that," she panted, "reach farther. Oh, I love that. Oh, Daddy, you don't know how good that feels!"
Her father had a pretty good idea from the way she was wiggling her ass all over the bed. He was determined to give her a slippery tongue lashing she would never forget. However, the huge cock dangling between his legs was so long and hard now that he had to get into gear. Pulling his tongue from her vagina, he smiled happily at her.
"Let me fuck you, baby," he said, "I want to stick it in you and feel it sliding in and out of that gorgeous pussy of yours."
Her eyes were ablaze with erotic excitement as she contemplated the sensation of having his cock slip in and out of her tight pussy.
He didn't take long to get his cock out. Pulling away for a moment, he got to his feet and stripped. As she saw him pull off his shirt, she looked down toward his crotch. Unfastening his belt, he pulled his pants off and she gained a glimpse of his bulging shorts. Reaching out, she stroked it through the cotton material that held it in confinement. Then he pulled off his shorts, displaying his huge cock.
"You need it bad, don't you, Daddy?"
He nodded and smiled. Getting back on the bed, he rested his knees on her behind as he prepared to stab his penis into her.
"Fuck me good, Daddy," she begged anxiously.
He didn't have to be urged on, as his own instincts were guiding him to plunge his penis into her hot twisting hole.
As he slid his huge cock into her, his balls slapped against her pussy.
"Wow!" she panted, as she pumped vigorously on his long sliding cock.
"Keep it up, Daddy," she begged, "more. I want it bad. Keep fucking."
The rock-hard cock stabbed into her. And every second she became more and more turned-on. She squeezed it with her pussy muscles as he pumped vigorously. She loved the feel of his balls slapping against her. Most of all, she liked the delighted look in his face, as his jaw hung slack and his eyes lit up.
"Fuck, baby," he begged, "fuck. That's what I want, honey. Fuck it. Oh, yes, baby, screw it. Now you're doing it. That's what I want. Fuck it, baby, fuck it."
She twisted her hips this way and that as the rock-hard cock continued gliding into her. She was so stimulated now she could hardly stand it Glancing in the mirror, Marilyn could watch. She enjoyed the sight of his huge cock slipping rhythmically in and out of her pussy. Using her vagina muscles effectively, she gripped it as he continued stabbing away.
"That's it, Daddy," she panted, "just like that. Now you're doing it. Oh, ah, yes, yes!"
Reaching out, he gripped her bosoms and gently squeezed them. He knew it wouldn't be much longer until he shot his thick load into her. That was the moment of climax she was waiting for.
"Keep twisting, baby," he panted, "that's what I want."
The hard penis plunged in to the hilt and he exploded.
"I'm cuming," he gasped excitedly. "I'm cuming."
The hot juice spurted into her vagina as she seized and milked her father's cock.
"Daddy," she exclaimed excitedly, "I'm cuming, too!"
As her hot juices lined the walls of her vagina, he slid back and forth in her well-lubricated box.
"Baby," he panted, "you don't know how much Daddy loves you."
Bending over, he pinched her nipples as he let his wet tongue sweep along her lips. Opening her mouth, she received him as his tongue found hers.