Chapter 1
Karen felt the apprehension clear down to her wet little crotch. She was going to have to face Daddy, and that wouldn't be easy. She ran up the stone-paved walkway, glancing with pride, as she always did, at the shingle which hung before the door:
LEW ARTHUR, M.D.
She sneaked through the living room and the kitchen and made her way back to the supply room. Of course, this had to be the one time when Daddy was there. He was taking some kind of drugs out of the safe. Karen felt her heart race with a kind of fearful excitement at the realization that Daddy was going to be angry with her now. He wouldn't show it in any obvious way. Only she would be able to see it, even if someone else were in the room, which no one was. But that wouldn't make it any easier. She had long felt that she would like it a whole lot better if Daddy would just yell and swear at her once in a while, the way other girls' fathers did. But Daddy wasn't at all like other fathers, at least not like any she had ever met. He was younger, for one thing. And more handsome. And she always felt so much more guilty than other girls seemed to feel when she had done something that hurt or displeased Daddy.
"You're late," he said, and that was all. His voice was quiet and gentle and not at all reproachful. But Karen had to fight to keep from biting her lip in anguish. She managed a smile.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy," she said with a false brightness in her voice. "I got hung up at-" She bit off the lie. It would do no good. She had never been able to lie to him. He could see right through her, and most other people, too. He was way too smart for her, and always would be. "I went to the Kantly Kitchen for a Coke," she said. "I thought I'd be able to get here in time anyway, but we got to talking, and-"
"Who's 'we'?" Daddy asked. He was focusing his attention on the drugs he had just taken out of the safe, but Karen knew that he expected an answer to the question, and would remember that answer well.
"I went with a boy named Ron Baker," she said. "He's been after me for weeks to have a Coke with him after school, and I just didn't have the heart to say no, Daddy."
"Well, the patients are waiting, Princess," Daddy said. It could have been no more than a reminder, but of course Karen knew that he was reproaching her, even scolding her in his quiet way. She blushed and nodded.
"I'll be ready in just a minute, Daddy." She kicked off her shoes and went to the wall hanger in the back of the little supply room, where she kept a fresh uniform, starched and ready, on a coat hanger. She turned her back to Daddy. "Unzip me?"
He left the drugs for a moment, holding her dress taut and pulling down the zipper until it was at her waist. Karen pulled the garment off her arms and stepped out of it. She had worn the dress for two days, and it needed washing, so she didn't bother hanging it up. She just tossed it on the floor for the moment and took down the white uniform dress she would wear for her afternoon duties as Daddy's receptionist. She had worn a white bra and white panties that morning, which was good, since that meant they wouldn't show through the white dress, and she wouldn't have to change her lingerie. Daddy picked up the three little bottles he had taken from the safe.
"Hurry up, Princess," he said. She smiled, then went to him, and, going up on tiptoes, she kissed him on the mouth. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned against him a little bit, because she knew that would please him and help him to get over his anger. He softened a bit and she ran back and stepped into the white dress, being careful not to wrinkle it. Daddy smiled at her, and Karen's heart melted at that smile, as it always did. She felt a sunburst of happiness, because he wasn't angry with her any more. She reached up behind her and wrestled the zipper up into place. Daddy watched her wiggle and pull the dress into taut order across her breasts and her hips. Then he smiled again and left, while Karen ran a comb through her hair and touched up her makeup. In a moment she was ready. She was really only eight minutes late, she thought as she glanced at her watch on the way to the reception room. But of course Daddy was right. She had no business being late at all. He depended on her.
Mrs. Gum was sitting in the reception room, all gussied up as if she were going to a luncheon at the White House. Karen had to stifle a laugh. So many of the women came to see "Young Doc," as the townspeople called Daddy, and they always came looking their best. It was a waste of energy, but Karen was the only one that knew that. She had the inside track where Daddy was concerned....
It was a busy afternoon, as always, what with the female hypochondriacs and the people who were really ill. Old Doc, the practitioner who had headed the town's ills for more than fifty winters, was in semiretirement, and Daddy took almost the full load of colds, fractures and green-apple bellyaches.
It was well into evening before the last patient was gone; then Karen had to fix dinner and clean up the house a bit. The cleaning lady came in only twice a week. After that there was schoolwork; then she had to wash her uniform for the next day. Karen didn't mind the long hours. She was happy to keep busy, and, of course, Daddy was such a worker that it was a pleasure to take as much off his shoulders as she could. So after everything else was finished, she went back into the office and worked until ten-thirty on the books and receipts, as he had trained her to do. She was good with figures, and got things caught up in less than two hours. She couldn't let herself fall behind, because she had promised Daddy, when he had agreed to let her take a part in the school play, that she wouldn't let any of her duties suffer for it. And tomorrow night was a rehearsal.
It was a bit past midnight when the went upstairs and took her shower. Afterward she put on her robe and glanced at herself in the mirror, deciding, finally, that her long blonde hair could go one more day without the rigor of shampoo and the soothing balm of conditioner. She wasn't all that tired, but it was late, and she would have to be up at six o'clock to fix Daddy's breakfast and her own, and then get off to school.
She noticed, as she walked down the hallway to her room, that Daddy's light was on. She stopped and tapped lightly, and he asked her to come in. His voice was soft and kind through the door, and it made her heart flutter a bit.
He was propped up in bed, reading a medical journal. His blankets were at the level of his waist, and he was bare-chested. The thick growth of hair looked as manly to Karen as it always did. She went to him and sat on the edge of the bed. Daddy put the medical journal on the bedside table and looked at her expectantly, waiting to see what she would say.
"I'm sorry about today, Daddy," she said, lowering her gaze to show her contrition. "I mean I'm sorry I was late. I shouldn't have stopped off to have a Coke with Ron Baker."
He smiled gently and laid a hand on her leg, where the robe had fallen away to reveal a shapely thigh. His hand was warm and strong, and it sent little shivers through Karen's body. "Forget it, Princess," he said, still smiling. "I already have." He gave her thigh a little squeeze, and she looked at him questioningly, not certain yet what he wanted of her tonight. He slid his hand up higher as the robe fell away, until it was at the top of her thigh, and his thumb touched the bristly blonde thatch of her cunt. She smiled at him, a smile of gentleness with just a touch of impish anticipation mixed in. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, enjoying the taste of tobacco and the little drink of whiskey he'd had just before retiring. His hand did nice things to her pussy as she kissed him, and Karen felt her breath quicken. She drew back a bit and pulled the sash at her waist, allowing the robe to fall open. A quickening of Daddy's breath revealed his excitement to her, and she felt a tiny surge of triumph, as she always did when she knew she had excited him, or pleased him.
He reached forward and placed his hands on her tiny waist, nearly enclosing it in their span. The touch of his hands made her shiver and sigh with pleasure. He pulled her close, and she slid along the bed, submissive and cooperative, eager to please him. She felt her body flush with delight and anticipation, and she felt the flush of demureness, too, the feeling she had never been able to shake entirely, perhaps because she had always sensed that Daddy found it pleasing in her.
He kissed her this time, taking the initiative from her. Her long hair fell in a golden cascade over his face and shoulders; their mouths mingled, and their tongues slid over each other. Karen felt her breasts pressing against his chest, that hard, powerful chest that always made her feel all soft and weak even when she only looked at it. Her legs tingled with excitement, and suddenly the robe, even open, was a nuisance. She pulled back and smiled at him as she slid the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
She was naked now, completely naked for him, and she rose and walked around the foot of the bed, doing it slowly, because she knew he liked to look at her walking in the nude. His eyes followed her, and she went around to the opposite side of the bed and laid back the covers. Then she slid in beside him.
His body was close to hers, warm and hard, and she could feel it before they touched. She slid toward him, and at the same moment she reached under the covers until her hand found his cock, already hard and huge. Her pussy was damp, and her breath, hot and short, and quick. They turned toward each other and embraced, their bodies coming together softly, lovingly, as though drawn by a magnetic force of their own, without need of conscious volition.
She kissed him again, then moved her mouth over his face as his hand moved down over her taut, slim belly to find the wetness of her cunt. He reached between her legs, and she opened her thighs, gasping with delight and awakened need as his finger moved over the lips of her pussy.
"Uh ... mmm ... ohhhh," she breathed softly, her breath stroking his chest hairs into little movements. Then his hand slipped down farther, and his finger entered her. She gasped again, and opened her thighs for him, and the finger dug in more deeply, sloshing through the tropic wetness of her channel and stroking pleasure through her body in shocking bursts. She jerked with the joy, her body reacting to it as though he had lashed her with a whip.
He began to stroke her insides, finger-fucking her with a slow, rhythmic motion that brought her thighs together again in a tension of sensation, so intense that it wrung cries from her.
"Uh! Oh! Oh, Daddy! Oh, darling, oh, God!"
He brought her to an orgasm that way, with his fingers, using them expertly, as though her body were a fine instrument and he a master practitioner. She gushed and flooded, the juices of her pussy flowing onto the sheet. Her body rocked rhythmically, in an automatic response, as though they had been fucking, and her face contorted into a mask of intense joy.
After the orgasm, she pulled away from him and he lay back knowing what she had in mind. Karen pulled the covers all the way off him, then reached between his legs, taking his hardened prick in her slender fingers. She leaned forward and blew a puff of warm breath onto the tip of it, then began to lick it right away, moving her tongue over the tip of the organ lightly, coating it with saliva.
She loved this best of all, she sometimes thought, this most intimate thing she could do for him, this lovely thing that was a symbol of her love for him. It gave him such pleasure, and it was not a selfish act on her part, because her body didn't take at all while she was Frenching him. It was all giving, all her gift to him, all love on her part, and she loved the feel of his shaft in her hands, growing and throbbing and stiffening under her touch, and under the expert ministrations of her tongue. Yes, in a way this was the best of all, she thought, even better than her own orgasm.
She pushed his foreskin back and began to lick the shaft, skipping over the corona and leaving it for later. Daddy's body tightened, and he grunted with pleasure as she loved him with her tongue. She left off the cock as she reached the root, and began to lick his crotch and to lick and kiss his balls.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said, and Karen felt her little surge of triumph again. She was giving him pleasure. She was a big success this night. As she nearly always was.
She had hoped to have him go off in her mouth, because she liked that, too. She liked to taste his cum in her mouth, liked to feel his whole body go into a spasm, a veritable convulsion of pleasure. And so she began to lick his glans, moving her tongue over it lightly at first, then increasing the pressure as she went along, bringing him the kind of exquisite pleasure she knew how to make with her mouth. And she brought him to the edge of an orgasm. His body arched and tautened and pitched with joy, and she caught that little foretaste that always told her when he was about to come.
But Daddy had other ideas. By some extreme effort he brought himself back from the brink. He pushed her head gently away from his cock, then pulled her upward, along his body, the signal that he wanted to fuck her now.
She felt a stab of disappointment mingled with the excitement and the pleasurable anticipation at the thought of the joining of their bodies. She slid up to a level with him, lying on her side and facing him. Daddy reached down and laid a hand on her thigh, drawing it forward. Karen complied, resting her thigh on his side, letting her calf rest on his hip and leg for a moment before moving forward, the calf slipping behind him as his own leg slid between hers. His cock was so stiff it poked at her like a wooden dowel. Karen reached down between her thighs and took the heavy shaft in her fingers, feeling something akin to reverence, her love for Daddy so great at that moment that it almost burst something inside of her.
She fitted the cock between her thighs and inserted it in her pussy, sliding it between the lips and letting Daddy do the rest. His hand, resting on her hip, pulled her forward, a signal more than an act of leverage, drawing her forward by the action of her own muscles as she responded to his desire. They came right up against each other, the pleasure of the friction wringing a cry from her, or so she thought until she realized that it was more the emotion of the act, the love for him that overflowed and had to come out as a sound.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies close together, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her, and his hand sliding up between their bodies to cup one of her tits lightly, the hard and erect nipple nudging into his palm.
Then they began to fuck, slowly and luxuriously, with the comfortable pleasure of a couple who have become accustomed to each other over the years, learned each other's ways, and made it past all embarrassment, and all strangeness, and the urgency born of embarrassment and strangeness.
His hand rested on her hip lightly, softly, in an almost friendly fashion, a casualness that was more intimate than any pressure or passion could be at this point.
His hips moved in a slow and deliberate, expert rhythm, and she felt herself caught up in it as she had more times than she could remember. His technique was so wonderful, so fine and good and so effective, and she let herself roll along with him, her hips moving in time with his, their bellies coming together with little slapping noises.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, and he made soft little grunts of pleasure in return. They were one now, caught together, their minds and their emotions as well as their bodies joined, their souls intertwined as they should be.
Their bodies surged and pumped now, moving more urgently than before, and more quickly, the rhythm of their fucking speeding as the pleasure became more dominating, more demanding, more furious.
"Uh! Uh! Uh, uh, uhuhuhuh...." Karen's voice came out in pressurized spurts, the cries of joy running closer and closer together as the pleasure encompassed her, occupied her whole person and her whole soul. She was lost in it now, swept up in the power and the grandeur of it, immersed in sensation and the emotion of love.
The cock slid through her more and more pressingly, ruthless now in the agony of pleasure it visited on her. Karen cried out again and again, grasping her father to her as though he were a lifeline, her hips working with the same demanding need of his own. The juices boiled up in her, lubricating, washing her insides with the need and the joy that filled her now, and she felt her nails dig into Daddy's shoulders, raking the skin and the flesh, leaving trails of red behind them.
"Oh, God!" She didn't realize at first that it was her own voice crying out, but then she heard Daddy's voice joining it, and it was on them, the orgasm, awesome in its ferocity, and they both fell under it at the same moment, their bodies straining together as his cum flooded into her with the force of a cataract, driving into her womb mightily. The pleasure shook her like a rag doll, and she felt all her senses go for a moment, and things seemed to explode inside of her: flashes of light and powerful rumblings in her brain, like the end of the world almost, and it was unbelievably wonderful, as it always was....