Chapter 6

Eat Me, Daddy - Eight To The Bar

So no more doubts-the issue was settled. But just to give a little extra boot to my courage, I stopped off in dad's bedroom before I went downstairs and poured myself a couple of very stiff shots from his private stock of booze. After all, everybody else at the party was already bombed, so I had quite a bit of catching up to do.

Then I was ready to go down and take the fatal step. I didn't even bother to put on any clothes-what was the sense? That would only have made me all the more conspicuous, with everybody else being already naked like they were. So, bare-ass as a newborn baby, my heart pounding double-time, I went sneaking down the back stairs and out the side door to the patio, and all of a sudden there I was-right in the thick of the action.

I kind of hung back in the shadows at first, to be sure I didn't catch dad's eye and fuck up my whole scheme before it even got started. But no danger-I noticed he already had his blindfold on, and was down on the tiles beside the pool, fucking merrily away on his first piece of mystery ass. They had even made him put on a pair of heavy mittens, so he couldn't cheat by feeling around on the chick's body with his bare hands.

The crowd was really whooping it up over this crazy show-having themselves a ball-making side bets among themselves on whether dad would be able to identify this particular broad just by cock and belly contact. The way they were all wrapped up in the game, at least nobody was paying any special attention to me, I was glad to see. A couple of guys cast sidelong glances at my oversized boobs, I noticed, but otherwise I was just another anonymous cunt in the crowd.

By the time I pushed my way through the pack to get a good close-up view of the action at center-stage, dad had already finished a quick fuck of mystery woman number one, and he was just unscrewing his prick from her pussy and starting to get back up again. This particular woman had been no problem at all for him to identify.

"That's Maude Shipley," he said. "No question. Very familiar cunt." Dad was just being polite, actually. It wasn't her cunt that gave her away, it was the feel of her fat belly squashed out under him.

He started to take off the blindfold then, and I had a moment of panic, because I was standing right there in his line of sight, but Ernie, the guy that made the bet with him, stepped up and grabbed his arm.

"Uh uh, baby-leave the blinders on," he said. "No peeking allowed between fucks. The next chick is all ready and waiting to be serviced by your Majesty's royal cock."

One of the skinny-type fashion magazine dolls was down in position now, with her bony ass propped up on a plastic cushion, and her long legs sprawled wide open for business.

"Ooh Jesus," Ernie said, bending over and looking up her spread snatch, "that looks good enough to eat."

Somebody else said, "You wouldn't like her, man-she's too salty." Real comedian!

I recognized this bag of bones as a very chic Hungarian model that dad had been dating quite a bit lately. He ought to be pretty familiar with the squeeze of her pussy.

Ernie led him over to where she was laying, and aimed him in the right direction toward the cunt-end of the target. "This one won't be so easy for you," he said. "You eould be in big trouble already, trying to pin a name on her type of pussy."

I could see what he meant. I don't see how anybody ean tell one of these scrawny cunts from another. Their lower ends all look alike to me. How could dad ever tell which girl was which, just by running his prick up their holes?

But goddam if he didn't surprise me and everybody else-no trouble at all with this one either. He started out by kneeling down between her legs and then laying forward on top of her, slipping his prick up under her crotch. Then he poked it in against her pussy slit and dragged it up and down the groove once or twice, reading the contours, before he eased it in between the outer lips and slowly rode it up her cunt right to the hilt, making the whole move look fantastically easy. I was thinking, God, what a smooth fucker he must be! I could hardly wait to get him plugged into me.

He lay there with his prick stuffed all the way up inside her that way for a second or two while he pressed his belly down against her and rolled his hips from side to side, getting the fee) of her dimensions. Then he gave his prick a couple of quick little fuck-thrusts in and out of her slit, and already he was finished.

He looked up with a big smile. "This is a breeze, for Christ sake," he said. "Olga, I'd know that cockeyed cunt of yours anywhere."

Everybody laughed and clapped hands, but Olga seemed to be disappointed. "Is zat all?" she wailed with her funny accent. "I fought I vas gonna get a good long screwing out of dees, goddameet!"

"Sorry, baby," dad said. "I'll get back to you I later. But right now I've got a lot of other customers waiting on line and I've got to save my strength."

The next girl was moving into place already, and at that point I decided it was high time for me to get into the ball game myself, or I could be too late. There were about fifteen or twenty chicks crowding in around Ernie, all wanting to be,the next in line for the fuckrtest. He was giving them all the "You-then you-then you" business.

I held off until dad went down onto girl number three and started prick-poking around on her the same way as before, and then, with everybody's attention on that scene, I moved in on Ernie to make my pitch.

"Ernie-hi, baby!" I said, pretending like we were old friends from way back, and I squashed one of my boobs against his arm and tickled his tattoo with my nipple, real friendly. "What does a girl have to do to get in on this fucking game?"

He blinked a couple of times in surprise at the unexpected tit attack, trying to remember where the fuck he'd ever met this brick shit-house before. But then he recovered real quick and coolly grabbed himself a good-sized handful of my ass. "Well, hello there," he cooed. "I -didn't see you around before. Where have you been all night?"

"Looking for you, lover," I said, and I gathered up his prick and balls and hefted them in my hand. "You're wasting your money, betting on this stupid contest," I whispered in his ear, giving his cock a slow miik-job up and down as it stiffened in my hand. "He's fucked every one of these cuats here a thousand times. He's sure to win."

"Y-you think so?" Ernie said, beginning to sweat a little over my combination tit and hand-assault on him.

"I can help you win your bet, though," I said. "It's easy. Just let me at that smart-ass. He's never been in my cunt before, and so he sure as hell won't be able to recognize it just by plugging his prick into it. You dig?"

"No shit!" Ernie said. "How the hell did you ever escape him? Hey, baby, that's beautiful!"

"But if I'm gonna let you win your foolish bet," I said, getting a sudden brilliant idea, "then you've got to split fifty-fifty with me on the thousand bucks you win. Is it a deal?"

"Hell yeh," he said. "Gladly! If you can fool him, you deserve a split. That son-of-a-bitch is uncanny."

I was feeling pretty proud of myself then. Here I was, all set up not only to get myself fucked by ever-loving dad, but I was even gonna make a neat five-hundred bucks worth of profit for myself on the deal. Some shit!

Just then there was a big uproar all around us as dad pinned the correct name on cunt number three-the redheaded singer who had blow-jobed him earlier on the diving board. Another chick was already down in position on her back, expecting to be the next entry in the mystery-cunt sweepstakes, but Ernie grabbed my wrist and pulled me out onto stage-center.

"Hold it-hold it," he yelled. "I've got a new puzzle-pussy here for you, and I'm warning you -this one could be big trouble. In fact, you can fuck this girl all night, but I guarantee you haven't got a prayer of guessing who she is." Dad said, "Wait a second, man. What did you do-bring in a ringer on me? Somebody I don't even know, for Christ sake? That's cheating."

"No no," Ernie said. "You know her, all right. In fact, she told me you've known her all her life."

Everybody laughed, but I was the only one there that really appreciated the joke.

"Not only that," Ernie said, "but this girl is so confident that you won't guess her identity, that she says you can take off your mittens and grope her all you want while you're fucking her -you still won't recognize her body, even though it's very familiar to you."

More laughs all around, and I was laughing harder than anybody. But sweating too-and shaking like a goddam leaf with excitement over this fantastically wild thing that was about to happen.

"Okay, don't keep me in suspense," dad said. "Bring on this mysterious body. I can hardly wait."

Neither could I, so I took a deep breath and walked right up to him, my heart pounding in my chest, and I grabbed onto his huge prick with both hands. It was plenty big enough for a two-handed grab-believe me! I gave it a good squeeze and rolled it between my palms.

Dad laughed. "Well well-the aggressive type. That's one clue, at least. Who do I know that's a compulsive cock grabber?"

He reached out for me then and started running his fingers lightly over my boobs, just tracing their size and shape. I could feel goose-flesh popping out all over me. It was actually happening-dad groping my boobs-and I just couldn't believe it!

He let out a low whistle, as if he couldn't believe it either. "Jesus H. Christ, I don't know anybody with a pair of knockers like these, do I? Somebody's pulling my leg!"

He grabbed both of my tits in good hard hand-fuls then, squeezed them a couple of times apiece, and then bounced them up and down in his cupped hands, one at a time, as if he was testing the weight of them.

"God almighty, he said, "are they for real? I swear, I never laid hands on these fantastic boobs before in my life. I smell a sneaky trick here."

It was all I could do to keep from giggling oat load, but I didn't dare make a sound, for fear I'd fuck up the whole game just when it was getting started. I was practically in orbit already, having dad work on my tits that way, but getting that King Kong cock of his up into my pussy was what I was really looking forward to, and the quicker we came to that part of the action, the better.

Ernie said, "Maybe she's had her tits blown up since the last time you saw her. Why don't you try the pussy-end of her. Maybe that'll be easier for you to recognize."

"I'm coming to that," dad said, "but what's the hurry? I'm having too much fun playing two-handed volleyball with these fabulous tits. Let me enjoy them for awhile, will you?"

He was rolling them around in the palms of his hands now, and squeezing them and squashing them together, and every now and then he'd pinch a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twiddle it around in a real wild, tickly way, like he was tuning a radio dial.

I was beginning to go weak and trembly in the knees already-completely freaked out by the titty-diddling. I was hoping to hell he'd lay me down for business pretty quick, before I melted into & hot puddle of sex-juice right there on the spot.

I thought I might speed things along by paying a little more attention to his prick, so I grabbed it again and gave it a couple of quick strokes up and down with each hand, and then shoved my hips forward and squashed my belly against his, with his prick pressed in between us. Then I did a little rotating around, rolling his cock from side to side against our belly flesh, figuring this had to give him some kind of a cunt-fucking suggestion.

And I guess it worked, by God, 'cause the next thing I knew, his arms slipped around behind me, and he eased my body down flat onto my back on the cool tile. I let out a big sigh of happy anticipation, raised up my knees, and let my legs fall wide open. At last, by Jesus! Ike great moment of my life was finally here.

Dad came down onto his knees and set himself in between my legs, and then he ran both his hands up the inside of my thighs to the crotch and began thumbing around the gooey wet outside fringes of my pussy.

"Now, by God, we'll solve this mystery, Miss Big-Boob," he said. "Every woman's cunt is different, and I promise you-I never forget a cunt. Every one I ever fucked, I have catalogued in my mind."

I smothered a giggle Too bad, dad, I was thinking. You're gonna strike out in this ease, cause mine is one cunt you never laid a hand on before.

I lay back and closed my eyes, ready to enjoy everything to the hilt from there on. When dad's fingers closed in on the outside lips of my pussy and peeled them apart, I could feel crazy messages starting to shoot up my cunt-wires. And when one of his long fingers poked in under the flaps and started probing up and down the juicy interior, as if he was measuring the inner dimensions of the passageway, I knew from the drooly feelings inside me that the old sex-juices must be running a flood down there again.

Then when he began strumming on my clit button with a couple of fingers of his other hand, while his thumb, or some goddam long bony thing, poked up my cunt track about three or four inches at the same time, I started shivering all over, halfway into a big orgasm explosion already. In fact, it was all I could do to keep from yelling out loud, the feelings were so fantastic.

But then, one second later, I almost busted out crying from frustration, because all of a sudden he pulled both his hands away from my pussy and left me lying there all alone in my freaked-out state. I was gasping for breath, still twitching all over from these shivery spasms that were running up and down my insides, and I could hear dad's voice saying from somewhere far away, "Shit, man, this is a problem. I don't remember this goddam cunt at all. Are you sure she's on the level, you bastard?"

Ernie laughed. "Everything I told you about her is true-cross my heart. Why don't you quit playing around with her, for chrissake, and fuck her outright? Maybe your prick will remember her cunt, even if your hands don't."

Please-please! I was whispering out loud. Please do it to me. NOW NOW NOW! If dad didn't get that prick of his into my sizzling snatch in another minute, I was gonna come all unglued in the hinges. Dad-for God's sake-will you PLEASE fuck me!!

I'm sure he couldn't hear my breathless whispering, but he was getting my message anyway, thank God. I heard him say to Ernie, "I guess I might as well fuck her-what the hell? Whether I guess who she is or not I don't even give a shit at this point. All I know is, she feels like she'll be one hell of a piece of ass, and I can't wait to get it into her."

Wow, some kick! Dad, baby-you just wait and see what a fantastic piece of ass your sweet little baby daughter has turned out to be. You never suspected, but you're just about to find out, first-hand. Oh daddy-if you only knew!

I had simmered down a little bit by now, since there was no more suspense about whether he was gonna ball me for sure. I just lay there, hardly breathing at all any more, waiting patiently for him to drop down onto me, stretch his body over mine, and screw his big fat cock about ten or twelve inches up into the furthest depths of my pussy-passage. The unthinkable act of criminal incest was about to happen between dad and me, but the criminal part of it was the last thing in the world I was thinking about at that point. It was strictly cloud-nine time for me.

Then he leaned in over me, and I felt his hot hands groping around my ribs and nudging my boobs, getting me located so that he could settle himself back down between my legs and get the action under way.

"Here I come, ready or not," he said- "I don't know who the hell you are, Miss Big-Booby, but I have a sneaky feeling we're both gonna enjoy this fuck to the hilt."

Poor dumb' dad. Wait'll you find out who you're screwing here. You'll have monumental shit-fits!

I kept my eyes closed tight when it started, because I just wanted to enjoy the feel of everything that he did to me, and with all that gang of stupid creeps crowding around watching us fuck, I didn't want any outside distractions to screw up my private enjoyment of what was about to happen between me and dad.

The first thing I felt was his cool hands spreading out over my boobs, and right away the old shivers started running up and down me all over again. I don't know if my body was actually trembling so anybody could notice it, but I sure was all jelly inside.

It was pretty fantastic the way his hands felt on my tits this time. He didn't grab them real hard and start squeezing and mauling the shit out of them, the way most boys do the first time I let them lay hands on my bare boobs on a date. Dad was hardly touching them at all, the way it felt to me. It was like two feather dusters almost, just very lightly brushing on my titty-flesh, real soft and tickly-feeling all over. And the way the center of his palms were ever so gently rolling my nipples around and around and around, it was having the same effect inside my boobs that teasing my clit would have on my pussy area. That is, I was actually getting this wild orgasm type of feeling down inside my boobs, from my nipples being diddled. I know it sounds weird, and other girls have told me I was out of my fucking mind when I've told them about it, but I swear to God, I actually had boob-orgasms that night, when dad worked that way on the tips of my tits.

But great as it was, that was only the bare beginning of things. Once he'd got my boobs all charged up and tingling, like from electric shocks, then he started moving his hands down onto other parts of my body, circling around on the soft skin of my ribs and belly, down the stretched-out hollows of my groin, and then at last-with beads of sweat popping out on my brow-I could feel his sweet fingers tiptoeing into the thicket of my pussy hair, sneaking up ever so slowly and tantalizingiy, closer and closer to my sprawled and steaming snatch.

At the same moment, to freak me out even further, he moved in with his fiendish tongue onto my still-quivering nipples, working on first one of them and then the other, with the same little feathery, fluttery kind of teasy-tickling that he'd been doing before with his fingers.

By this time his hands finally were right on target down below. No more sneaking around in the pubic underbrush-he was all the way home to cunt city at last, thank God! I felt the end of his finger give my cozy slit a light brushing up and down, and then he peeled open the lips ever so gently and slipped one of his fingers up up up inside. His other hand had moved around to the rear, meanwhile, into my ass-erack, and he tickled up and down the inside groove there for a little bit before he zeroed in on my asshole and started boring into it with one of his big-knuckled fingers.

So now I was getting it from him in all three of my most erogenous areas-my nipples, my snatch, and my asshole all at once. A triple freak-out on my three horniest locations.

You wouldn't think of your asshole as being a sexy part, maybe, but I always did love getting bum-shafted. I had taken it up the rear-end more than once from some of my high school dates, and it always seemed to fire me up pretty good. One time, behind the screen at a drive-in movie, I had two guys fuck me at once-front and rear -and I think F got a bigger charge from the cock in my asshole than I did from the one in my cunt.

Anyway, when dad's finger started goosing my shit-hole, I began getting shivers up inside my ass to go with the wild tingles shivering my boobs from what his tongue was doing to my nipples. And with his other hand teasing and finger-fucking the outside and inside of my pussy, the sweet-feelings were kicking up in that area too.

All that was left now to make the sexual feast complete was the meat course-the giant salami up the chute-the actual cock-fuck itself that would blow the roof off my senses altogether. And that was on the way at last, because right at that moment dad pulled his finger out of my cunt and moved up onto my clit, and at the same instant that the finger slid out of me, I could feel the big hard head of his prick push up into its vacated place, slip between my gaping cunt-lips, and glide inside to begin the long-awaited fuck at last.

Considering the size of dad's huge horse-cock, it's fantastic how easily he ran it up into me, because I've got a pretty tight-lipped cunt, actually, in spite of all the hard traffic that's run up it these last few years. There was this big black mother-fucker thai I used to deal dope with, and whenever we would fuck it used to take him ten minutes to stuff his huge weenie up in me all the way, and it would goddam near rip me apart every time. Generally I would keep him happy by sucking him off instead, which saved us both a lot of aggravation.

But that night dad's equally-big cock rode up my trough like a breeze, all the way to the hilt on the first push, it felt like. The thing is, I was so well-lubricated by then, with my snatch drooling cunt-juice by the gallon, you could have run a Mack truck up into me with no strain.

This was no Mack truck, though-this was my own sweet daddy's fabulous cock. I couldn't believe it! The same stiff joint that had once fucked my mother's pussy and planted my seed was now fucking me. I never really thought it would happen, but it was!

As soon as dad got his prick into me, he started right off cruising it in and out the shaft, ever so smooth and easy, and from that point on, the action never let up. The lip-tickling on my nips-the finger-fucking up my ass-the clit-diddling-never quit even for a second. It was one long, continuous sweet ride in all three erogenous locations. But the real glory-the fabulous main event-was the fat prick piston-plunging endlessly up and down-up and down --to the farthest unplumbed depths of my cunt-tunnel. Every thrust seemed to ram deeper and deeper inside me, into areas where no prick had ever reached before.

From there on, with that wild wanger of his fucking me so fantastically, I forgot about tit and asshole sensations-it was a one-hundred percent pussy and prick affair now. I picked up the slow and easy rhythm pattern of dad's cock-thrusts and began to lift my hips and ride up on my ass-buns to meet him each time.

Ever so gradually he stepped up the pace to a faster and faster fuck-tempo, and I followed right along, matching every pump of his prick with a hump of my hips, until it came to the point where he was pounding into me with wild, pile-driver strokes, and my ass was bucking up and down on the tiles as if I was riding a wild bronco.

My whole body was vibrating all over with slam-bang orgasm explosions, shooting out everywhere from the pit of my freaking cunt.

Every plunge of his prick up my pma^ -warn sending off showers of sparks like a skyfan tf rockets on the Fourth of July.

I don't know how the hell I ever managed to control myself from screaming out loud. I wanted to just let everything go, and yell, "Oh, daddy! Oh daddy! Fuck me-fuck me-fuck me!!" But even in my sky-high condition, I somehow kept my wits about me and didn't let out a sound, because if dad had heard one peep of my squeaky pipes, he would have recognized my voice in a second, and the fabulous fuck would have come to a very abrupt ending.

So I took it in silence, right up to the grand and glorious conclusion, except for a whole lot of gasping and grunting which I couldn't control. Anyhow, dad was doing quite a lot of woof-ing and wheezing himself, and the sound of that increased my pleasure about a thousand percent -realizing that I was actually lighting his fuses the same way he was lighting mine.

Finally he shot his load off up into my pussy-depths-I could feel his hot shots blasting inside me again and again and again-it seemed like he'd never stop coming-and the warm cream was oozing out the mouth of my pussy in rivers while his prick was still in there, pumping on and on until his balls were completely drained dry.

Finally he was finished, and the heavenly plowing ended. He just lay on top of me afterwards, his cock still stuffed up hard inside my cunt, while a big warm puddle of our sex-juices was spreading underneath my ass.

"Holy Jesus," he whispered, completely fucked out, it sounded like. "That was the most fantastic fuck of the century."

The crowd seemed to agree. They were giving us a big round of applause and wild cheers for our academy award performance-best technicolor fuck in a non-musical, or something like that. I lay there underneath dad's dead weight, as pooped out as he was, but happy as a pig in shit.

The impossible dream had actually happened! I'd been royally fucked by my sweet loving dad, by God, and the whole mother-fucking world was right there to see it happen. What a kick, man!

But now that it was done, there were hew things to think about. I don't know what I had thought was going to happen when we finished our little fuck-show. It hadn't really entered my mind to wonder about it. Just getting dad's hands on my raw body and his cock up my raw cunt was all I had cared about. Now that the fuck was all over, though, things started getting hairy in a hurry.

Dad pulled his prick out of my cunt and rocked back onto his haunches. "I give up," he said. "I haven't got the foggiest fucking idea in the world who this chick is. But now, by God, I'm getting rid of this fucking blindfold so I can see who the hell I've been screwing here, for Christ sake. She's the greatest fuck I've had in twenty years, and I'm not gonna let her get away from me."

An ice-cold chill went shooting up and down my spine. Like he said-the game was over. His hands were already fumbling with his blindfold-in another second he was gonna know that this fantastic piece of ass that he'd just fucked in front of all his friends was his own sweet darling daughter. Oops! He could have a heart attack right on the spot, I was thinking.

But after the first moment of panic, I suddenly felt very calm about it. Wasn't this what I'd really wanted all along-to have him know that he'd fucked me? It was only when dad realized that we'd made love together that the thrill for me would be complete.

The crowd was all quiet now, waiting for him to get the blindfold off, blink a couple of times, and then say something like, "Milly, baby-my old mistress! How could I have forgotten you?"

But of course it didn't happen anything like that. He blinked all right when the sight of me first hit his eyes, and his mouth dropped open about a foot before he croaked in this real sick whisper, "Good God! Oh no-I-I-"

That's as far as he got. Then he staggered to his feet in a blind panic and went lurching away toward the house like he was drunk, pushing his way through the crowd desperately. Everybody was thunderstruck-couldn't figure it out.

"He looked like he'd seen a ghost," I heard somebody say.

Then they were all staring at me with dumb looks-wondering what the hell the story was here-waiting for some explanation. They could see that there must be some deep dark secret between us, and they were dying to find out what. Was I one of his ex-wives, maybe-an old mistress-orwhat?

But they, weren't about to get any explanations from me. Let it be a big mystery-let 'em all puzzle their heads about it and swap guesses. I just wanted to get the hell out of this stupid crowd, go after dad, and follow up my advantage with him while I still had him off balance. I figured I had him right where I wanted him now, and I couldn't wait to make my next move.

So I picked myself up, gave the gaping, buzzing crowd a big pussy-cat smile, and then started parading back up to the house, giving it the big hip-swing as I walked. I sure was eating it up, being the center of attention like this-the fabulous bare-ass mystery woman.

Ernie called after me, "What the hell is this all about? Who are you, baby? Clue us in."

I turned around and gave him a big wink and a booby-shake. "Wouldn't you like to know, little dick," I said, and then just for a last little bit of showing off, I stuck my finger into my cunt and pulled it out ail snieared-up and dripping with come-juice, and then I stuck my tongue out and licked the goo off my finger like it was vanilla icing. Some of the people laughed, but most of them were still too stunned and mystified even to react.

Then I went scampering up the flagstone walk to the house and raced upstairs to daddy's room, where I figured to find him holed up, no doubt in a trembly, nerve-racked condition. Sure enough-there he was, sprawled across his bed, looking pretty goddam sick and miserable.

"My God!" he said when I popped in on him. "What have you done, Betty?"

I grinned at him and bumped my hips towards him. "I got you to fuck me," I said. "That's all I've done, and I'm glad!"

"But-but-don't you realize, you've ruined my life?" he sputtered. "And ruined your own too!"

"Oh bullshit," I said, and I moved in towards him, lifting my boobs in my hands and juggling them slowly up and down, reminding him of how it felt to hold and squeeze them. "Nobody knows what we did except us," I said.

"That,whole crowd out there knows," he said. "They're all my closest friends. They all saw what happened with their ozvn eyes."

"Yeh, but they don't know I'm your daughter, though," I said. "They never tvill know, unless we tell them. So we can go right on fucking like this, right out in the open, on a regular basis. Isn't that wildf And nobody the wiser!"

"You're-you're out of your mind," dad said. "This can never happen again, for God's sake! What kind of a monster have I raised?"

I laughed. "Do I really look like a monster?" I said. "I heard you say I was a sensational piece of ass. You said I had a gorgeous pair of boobs, didn't you, and a sweet cunt? And you also said I was the most fabulous fuck of a lifetime. So let's not let a good tiling die, sweet daddy. The greatest piece of ass in the world is all yours from now on."

He had wrapped his robe around him, but I reached inside the front of it and grabbed onto his prick, which was limp as a rag now, I noticed. "Come on, let's fuck some more," I cooed. "I was just beginning to really enjoy it down there, fucking like that. Now that we've got a little privacy, we can start all over again right where we left off."

He was pale as a ghost and shaking all over. "This is-madness," he gasped. "Get out of here and go to your room. There'll be no more of this

--this business between us ever. We won't even mention it again, do you hear?"

In spite of what he was saying, my hand was still clamped onto his prick and I noticed he didn't even try to pull away from me.

"You can't back off now, dad," I said, giving his prick a twist and a yank. "What's done is done. It's too late to undo it, so we might as well enjoy our terrible sin, as long as we're stuck with it."

At that point he got real mad all of a sudden and shoved me away from him so hard that I went sprawling on my ass onto the floor.

"You're out of your mind! You're sick!" he was yelling. "Get out of my sight. Ill deal with you in the morning, when you've had a chance to come to your senses."

So then I sort of got mad too. What was this shit? Five minutes ago he was on cloud nine from fucking my pussy. Now, just because he found out that I'm his daughter, he's sorry about the whole thing. That pissed me off, that he'd be so chicken about it.

"You'll deal with me right here and now, goddammit," I yelled right back at him. "Or else I could go back down there and tell all those dear friends of yours that that girl you fucked so enthusiastically is your own darling daughter. Won't that give them a laugh!"

"You bitch!" he said. "You're no better than your Mother. What do you want from me, for God's sake?"

I smiled and got up again. "Another round of sex, that's all. I didn't get anywhere near enough the first time. It takes at least a dozen good orgasms to satisfy me when I get in a real horny mood. Right now my cunt is burning up all over again. I want to fuck you fuck you fuck you, dad-that's what I want."

"Goddammit," he said, "what d'you think I'm made of? I'm pooped out, for chrissake-can't you see? I couldn't do you any more good tonight if I tried."

I took his cock in my hand again and started to work it around in my fingers. "Don't be so sure," I said. "I can do wonders for limp weenies. I'm a real expert in that area-ask any of the boys in school. I'll have you up and hard again in no time at all."

He tried to break away from me, but he was already pressed against the fucking wall and couldn't escape.

"My-my guests will be wondering where I am," he stammered. "I've got to go back downstairs-or-or--"

"Or what?" I said. "They don't need you down there. They can play their little games with each other. They'll never even miss you."

I opened up his robe all the way and pressed my naked self up against his body. "Come on, dad," I whispered, grinding my booba on his chest, "let's get back to where we were. You weren't so goddam shy the last time you felt these tits on you."

"Do you realize this is a-a-criminal offense?" dad croaked.

"So what?" I said. "Most of the shit you were up to at this party tonight is also a criminal offense. You didn't seem worried about that. Relax, dad-I'm taking over this partnership from now on. You're gonna find out that I'm just as good at fucking fathers as you are at fucking daughters. It's gonna be ball ball ball with us two after this. Whenever and wherever I want it, baby, I'm gonna get it, or else I could get mean and let the pussycat out of the bag and you could be real embarrassed about this 'criminal offense.'"

"You devil!" he whispered, but I could feel his prick swelling up fast in my hand, and I had the feeling he was already half-resigned to the situation. Maybe he was remembering what a beautiful fuck that had been after all, down by the pool, and maybe he was just a little bit proud that he had raised such a fantastic daughter, who was so fond of him and didn't mind demonstrating her affection in such down-to-earth and practical ways.

Anyway, now at last I had dad right where I'd always wanted him. No more trickery or blindfolded fucks. Now I could give him the fantastic blowjob and everything else that I'd been practicing with all those other boys for so long. The fuck beside the pool had been fantastically beautiful, but now that he knew it had been his daughter on the end of his prick, and not some anonymous party chick, we could really move onto a higher plane of sex-relating and blow each other's cotton-picking minds completely.

"Daddy baby-you ain't seen nothing yet," I purred. "From now on we're gonna break every balling record in the book,"

He only groaned and shivered, not quite adjusted to the situation yet. I. dropped down onto my knees at his feet then and began kissing his prick and teasing his balls with my fingers.

"This is madness-madness!" he said, but he was completely hooked by then-as much involved as I was, and he goddam well knew it. I could see that I wouldn't be having any more trouble with sweet dad from there on. Fuck the torpedoes! Full speed ahead!