Chapter 11
"No, I don't mind if you spend the night with Felicia. Just make sure you arrive back here the first thing in the morning. Steven said we were leaving for Berkeley," Dorie said to Marilyn over the phone. "Yes ... Steven and I are going to have a chat this afternoon. He is still upset about something. But you have a good time. Yeah, it will give Dad and I some time together. I'll catch you later."
She put the phone down and looked out the window. It was going to be another bright, sunshiny day. What a hangover she had though, after that wild night at the county fair. The townspeople were still talking about the fair and how it had turned into a hot orgy. They would never forget it and she felt proud to have been a part of it all.
She slipped a mini-shift over her briefs and went downstairs. She was somewhat startled to see her father standing in the kitchen.
"Where's your friend Marilyn?" he asked with a drawn face. Even at a distance she knew he had had an early belt of rotgut booze.
"Marilyn is spending the day with Felicia. What are you doing drinking so early in the morning? I thought you had given that up."
"It's no worse than that shitty dope you kids smoke."
"Yes, but alcohol will rot your guts out. Pot doesn't do anything but put you in touch with yourself. Can I fix you some breakfast?"
"I might as well take advantage of having a woman in the house. It ain't been the same since your mother left us."
"Pop, she's been gone for years now-since I was twelve years old. Why don't you get a fine woman and many her? Why be lonely in this big old house? Scrambled or fried?"
"Scrambled. I don't want to marry no gawdamn, cotton-pickin' female no more. Ain't worth the misery."
He sat down at the table and picked up the morning paper. He casually glanced over to where Dorie was standing by the sink. He saw her pause for a moment to tuck her hair behind her ears so she could see to wash the dishes. With her arms raised that way, her tender titties were sharply out-lined.
She's getting ripe, my little daughter, he thought. She's not a baby anymore and I wish we could have good times together like before. No ... that would be wrong. She wouldn't let me fuck her now. Still, you never know unless you ask.
There was a lull in their conversation, neither knowing where to begin. There was a definite gap between them due to the long months of separation. He was waging a battle within himself. His eyes fell on the sexy curves of her ass. The mini-shift stretched taut across her hips and her buttocks looked large and round inside the shift. His daughter had a low, sloping ass that fell into rounded mounds. Just like her mother's, her ass was set in a deep cup, like a balloon ready to pop. She was standing wide-legged and the motion of washing dishes made her asscheeks quiver. She was sexy as hell. He glanced further down to her shapely legs and how the backs of her thighs were tasty: and delicate-looking. The hem of her shift came only an inch or two below her ass, and when she bent over, he could see her briefs.
Damn, what a beautiful, sexy youngster she was. He felt ashamed as his cockshaft sprang up, throbbing at the erotic picture of his daughter's sexy body.
He picked up a glass and stepped to the sink. He stood behind his daughter, his cock barely touching her ass. He reached around her. Dorie turned the cold water tap on.
Just standing so close to her was enough to make him want to fuck her. He could smell the sweet fragrance of her body and that young woman's scent that taunts all men, even fathers. His cock swelled and pushed free of his underwear. He felt it growing and throbbing down along his leg, under his trousers. It was hard as a rock. He pushed it forward hard enough for her to feel it in the crack of her luscious ass. He felt her stiffen and she stared straight ahead out the window. She felt him roll his prick firmly over her ass globes. The glass under the faucet was spilling over and finally she turned off the tap.
He kissed the back of her head, not wanting to rush her. His arm came around her; his hands squeezed her waist.
"I miss my baby ... it's been so lonely here."
"I can't wash the dishes, Daddy."
He took his seat at the table and continued to stare at her. She could feel his eyes stripping her naked. She had promised herself that she would not panic when he was after her cunt. Now, confronted with the moment, all she could think of was not hurting her father's feelings.
"I wish you wouldn't stare at me that way." She took the defensive. The horny war was unbearable and did not leave her enough room to stage a hit-and-run battle. It was always best to lay your feelings out on the table.
"I can't help it. You're so grown up now, Dorie. You've turned into a fine-looking female."
"We can't go back." The memories of their past fucks stirred vividly in her mind. Some were pleasant.
His heart beat faster and sweat dripped from his forehead. He trembled as a burning sensation shot through his loins, his cock stretched longer and he crossed his legs for control.
He said with a cracking voice, "I ... just don't believe you can say that so easily to your father."
"Let's not discuss it. It's not going to happen again. I'm sorry, Daddy."
"Just once?"
"No, Daddy!"
"I'm here all alone in this house...."
"I told you, find a nice woman to marry."
"When you reach my age it don't mean so much any more. And after your mother died, well, you know how it was."
"Listen, I don't want to hurt you, but I was very young then. Would you ask me to fuck you now when we both know it's wrong?"
"You take the pill?"
"Yes, Daddy."
"Do you really plan to marry Steven Boreman?"
"Yes, and if he ever found out-he wouldn't like it one bit. Now I haven't told him yet, but I plan to. After all, if we're going to be married, he should know."
His mind was on another track: "Did you fuck any of those fellows at U.C.?"
She was becoming more annoyed. "For Pete's sake, I'm a grown woman, Daddy!"
"How many times do you come?"
"As if that has anything to do with anything." She put a hand on her hip and stared straight out the window. "I can have ten comes with Steven. Other boys ... maybe two or three. Why are you asking me these questions?"
"Do you like big dicks?" He was clearly panting in a cunt-hungry voice now.
For a moment her balance teetered a bit, and she crossed over to the nonsensical feminine side. Perhaps he really was concerned about her welfare. After all, he had raised her without a wife. It was difficult for a father to discuss sexuality and fucking with a maturing, virginal daughter.
"I'll have to be honest and answer yes. Not that the size of the cock has anything to do with anything either ... but a small dick doesn't do much for me. I like the feeling of being filled." She knew she had probably said too much.
"And do you go down on these boys?" He was back to using his authoritative, masculine, fatherly voice.
She became passive, having respect for authority figures. She was compelled to answer through years of subservient training. The father was lord and master! It would have been too difficult to answer in her own voice, so she switched identities with herself and answered with the voice of a sexually possessed female.
"I have gone down on Steven. I suck his cock all the time. He fucks me really good and I adore it. But I don't generally suck off other guys the first night. You know ... I don't know who they might have been fucking around with."
"That's good. You got some sense then."
She was flustered, but the fog in her head was clearing a bit. She knew she would not be able to finish washing the dishes, nor would she be able to scramble eggs. Then she felt him brush his hand over her ass. She turned and snarled at him. "All right now-come on. Don't do that, OK?"
He snapped back into his chair. She saw that he had undone his fly and pulled his dick meat out. She gasped, then got hold of her emotion. She must treat this calmly, she had been to college and she was educated. She had never seen a man jack off and she stared longer than she intended. A horny rush went through her cunt.
When he saw that her eyes were on his cockshaft, he automatically began beating the meat-showing his root to her-hoping that she would become so enthralled by it that she would drop her pants and forget all reason and let him fuck into her cunt again.
"Will you please stop that? Now I'm not going to ball you. You are my father and I'm your daughter. That would be incest-now, I let you put your dick into me when I was younger because I didn't know any better then. Think of the mental tortures you put me through since that time! Every man I fuck-has to measure up to my image of you. I even started going with Steven because he looked so much like you."
He stood up and frog-walked toward her. His pants were down around his knees and he had both hands on his cock. She backed against the sink and tried to escape. She saw his cock waving, too hot and horny to be still.
"I know ... I know. But do you think I would ask you to fuck me if I could help myself? I got to have your pussy, honey!"
"No, I told you!"
He caught her hand and made her feel his cock. "See-see how hot it is," he wheezed. "It wants you."
She tried to take her hand back. "No, no, let go of my hand."
"Please fuck me."
He made her squeeze his crown. Come spurted out of the slit and splattered over the front of her shift.
"Gawd ... you are hard. I can't, I can't...."
"Just this once. Do this one thing for your father. I promise I'll never bother you again."
For a moment she felt sympathy and softened. He whispered to her, seeing that her will was breaking down. "Come here, baby." He pulled his sexy daughter away from the sink.
She stood in front of him, trembling slightly, feeling like a child again....
"Doesn't this feel good ... remember?" He slid his hands up her legs and around the thighs. He lifted her shift until her thighs were naked and he could see her panties. He encircled her thighs and the tips of his thumbs brushed her crotch lightly..
"Oh ... this is so wrong...."
"There's just the two of us-my baby daughter and me."
He lifted the shift all the way up. He held it in one hand while his free hand cupped her cunt. It was like a powder puff, throbbing, contracting in his palm. He smiled, feeling how wet she was already. It had been more years than he cared to remember since he had touched her pussy-so wet and burning hot. He had forgotten that sometimes young girls could cream all over themselves just thinking about cocks and getting fucked.
She was in a dilemma. Was she really letting her father do these things to her body? She fought hard to bury the dirty pictures of her childhood, crammed with his incestuous desires. And here it was again ... staring her in the face, making her deal with incestuous reality. There was no fantasy that she could hide behind or any other side of her personality she could adopt to appease her conscience.
She saw him flinch and grab his fuckmeat. Her knees grew weak and almost buckled, realizing that he thought she was sexy, so lovely that the sight of her body gave him orgasms. Older men like her father really dug playing with teen-age girls. She guessed they couldn't help it.
She became aware of her father wanting her pussy. His hand snaked under her panties and into her cuntal crack. Dribbles of pussy moistness poured out into his fingers.
"My precious baby, you've been driving me crazy. Your pussy is so hot that I want to eat it all, every morsel."
There was no need to take down her panties, he simply bit into her pussy mound, panties and all. He stretched open her pussy and his tongue attacked her from the front. She was aflamed, turning this way and that-catching her father's tongue in different places. It was maddening. Finally he held her still and bent his head to her ass. She braced her weight on the kitchen table.
"I'm proud that you are my daughter. You're such a fine lady." He groaned and smothered one cheek in his wet mouth. "You taste so sweet, baby."
He looked deep into her asshole, then chewed her buttocks and snaked his hot tongue up the center of the crevice. He licked her crack clean, remembering how he once changed her diapers and he chewed the back of her fleshy thighs.
He lifted her ass to the sink so she sat on the edge, her legs open. He opened her shift and fondled her titties. She had been born to fuck and her goodness was rare. He leaned back and reveled in the delight of looking at her cunt, knowing he might never see such a sensuous sight again.
The panties were pulled off and the shift removed completely. She folded her arms across her chest and blushed childishly when his eyes swept over her. Her twisting body was frantic now, uncontrollable. He couldn't help but kiss her pussy-it was such a fatherly gesture, but nevertheless his mouth turned her on. His mouth covered her open slit and he poked his tongue sharply into her hole. She squealed and scratched his shoulders ... having reached her first come-spasms.
He raised' his cock to her pussy hole, pausing long enough to see it contract and watched the white cream float out of the tunnel. The bulb shaped dickhead squeezed into her pussy. The hairs around her pussy were carried along with his cock into her cunt hole, causing a biting friction that heightened his pleasure. He fucked straight up the middle of her cunt until his dick was all the way inside. She squirmed and awaited the next good fuck-thrust. The head of his cock was hard against the lining of her stomach.
Inside her hot snatch, his cock felt big as a house. She sat there on the edge of the sink grinding her cunt over his hard fuck-muscle. Her hair tossed wildly while she humped down so the center of her pussy was directly in line with his cock shaft. Her hips began a slow, sensuous jerking, her pussy moving crazily over the dickhead, reaching an explosion. Then as their rhythm picked up the sound of her juicy pussy could be heard, with the big dick sloshing in and out of her twat until he filled her cunt with dick juice.
Cybil was waiting for John Boreman when he stepped inside the house. "Honey, I think you better have a talk with Steven. He's upstairs packing! He says that they are leaving for Berkeley."
He put his briefcase down and looked upstairs. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with his son tonight. He had just spoken long distance to Jacqueline and she was in trouble and needed his help in New York right away. He would go upstairs and deal harshly with his ungrateful son. ' "Don't worry about it. I'll have a word with him. You make me a drink in the meanwhile."
Steven did not look up when his father entered his room. He continued slinging clothes into the suitcase on the bed.
"Can't we talk about this, son? You know we're not ready for you to leave yet. Why do you like to hurt your mother and I?"
"Don't start fucking with me, Dad. I'm not in the mood for any bullshit. You're glad that I'm cutting my vacation short."
"You seem to go out of your way to be insulting. Have you no respect for your father? What the fuck is happening to you kids anyway? I don't know my own son anymore. And the people you pal around with-what kind of half-assed stunt was that Dorie pulled on the fairgrounds? Running around naked that way!"
"Shut up, will you! Stop harping about things you know nothing about. They were streaking, in case you haven't heard. They were trying to tell your kind something, but you're too blind, too pure, too fucked to see it."
"No matter. You are not going to marry that girl."
"I will not play your game, Dad. Just because she showed her flesh she is no longer good enough to carry the Boreman name, huh?"
"Watch your tongue, young man."
"Then get the fuck out of here. Give me just one minute and I will be out of your house for good."
"I just don't understand you kids...."
"Fuck off!"
Boreman collared his son. "What did you say to me?" He clenched his fist.
"Let go of me or I'll clobber you, Dad. You might as well know that I intend to fight you in the courts. I'm going to fight for every penny that is rightfully mine."
"Get out of my house, you hippie!"
"I'm taking Cybil with me." He had been waiting a lifetime to lay one on his old man.
A long pause.
Boreman was not certain he had heard correctly. He cocked his head and his eyes glinted at Steven.
"That's right, Cybil loves me-not you. She is going to divorce you and come live with me."
Boreman had had the starch knocked out of him. What was happening here? He slumped down on the bed on Steven's jacket. Steven quickly yanked it out from under him.
"You two have been carrying on behind my back? My own son-in my house? I don't believe it ... "
"You don't deserve Cybil." He leaned toward his father's ear. "You're too old to cut the mustard, Daddy. You're so concerned with keeping up the family name that you can't keep your dick up long enough to please your wife's pussy. Correction ... she's my pussy now. Cybil needed a younger man to do the job. I'm that younger man; a chip off the old block, huh, Dad?"
"You get out of here before I kill you!"
"Like you killed my mom, huh Dad?"
Cybil suddenly appeared in the doorway. She had heard the violent fighting.
"Is it true what my son tells me, Cybil? Are you going away with him?"
"What are you talking about?"
"That's what I thought, honey. Thank you." Boreman looked at Steven, stunned, his face pale.
Steven snatched up his bag and stepped through the doorway. He paused and looked down at Cybil.
"Okay, I've learned my lesson." He turned to his father. "But you better start locking your door when you're away from home."