Chapter 8
It was like walking to a firing squad and being handed a shovel, Karen thought. But it had to be done. The previous night's episode with Daddy had taught her a lot of things, including the fact that however much she loved Ron, she loved Daddy more than anyone else in the world. It had also taught her that Daddy was right when he said that he could make her do anything he wished. There was simply no way she could resist an order from him. And, she had discovered with some relief, she really didn't want to.
But this order was going to be a tough one. Telling Ron that they were through was one thing. That would be tough enough, but she was sure she could go through with it. Making him believe and accept it was something else. That was a job she didn't relish, because she wasn't even certain she could accomplish it, no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how unpleasant the length to which she drove herself. But accomplish it she must. She had promised Daddy, and furthermore, she knew that Daddy would keep his promise about sending Ron to prison, or doing worse than that if necessary. Daddy had never broken a promise to her in her entire life, whether he had promised her a reward or a punishment, and she knew that he would do whatever he had to do to keep this one as well. So Ron would be told. He had to be convinced. It was the only way.
And of course when she was honest with herself, Karen had to admit that she was glad the decision had been taken from her and everything settled once and for all. But the hardest part was still in front of her.
The school Christmas decorations looked old and limp now, hanging in front of the administration building. The janitor had forgotten to take them down. And now, after school on the first day back, the phony holly and the jolly Saint Nick were still up there.
There was snow on the ground, and it -rimmed the roof of the building, and the wind whipped under her short skirt, licking her legs with its raw, rough tongue.
Ron came out of the administration building, where he spent the last period every day, working for the assistant principal. He was wearing a heavy plaid jacket and wool pants and he looked very handsome, Karen thought with a sad, sinking feeling. But he had to be told. For his own good as well as hers and Daddy's.
When he saw her he smiled and walked over to her. "Hi, toots," he said, grinning. "Can I give you a lift?"
"Yes, you can, Ron," she said, which got an expression of surprise from him. She never allowed him to drive her anywhere during the day, when they might be seen. But today, of course, was different. Daddy had given her the afternoon off when she asked him to let her tell Ron in person how things were going to be, instead of talking to him by phone. Of course, Daddy hadn't liked the idea, until she had convinced him that a phone conversation simply wouldn't have convinced Ron.
"Well, hop in, sweets," Ron said, and led her to his Chevy. He held the door for her, then went around and slid under the wheel. "Where to?"
"Our place out in the woods," she said. He looked surprised again, but he didn't hesitate. No doubt he had some hopes that they would make love out there. That, of course, was out. Even though she hadn't promised Daddy in so many words that she wouldn't put out for Ron today, the promise, and the demand of it, had certainly hung between them, unspoken, in the air.
Ron seemed to sense something in her mood, and they were both silent on the way out to the woods. When he pulled the car to a halt and applied the brakes, Karen felt the tension that had been building in her for the whole ride suddenly congeal into a soggy mass in her stomach. She wasn't sure she could talk without being sick, but she knew that she would have to get through it, get it all said, and certainly if she had been able to go through that beating the other night and then talk to the neighbor on the phone as though nothing had happened, she should be able to get through this.
Ron turned on the seat and faced her. "All right," he said, drawing one long leg up on the car seat so that he could face her more comfortably, "what's up?" As usual, Ron didn't seem to miss much. Karen wished he were more of a dullard, as the general stereotype of athletes dictated.
"Ron, I don't know how to tell you this."
"Let me guess. Someone slipped an aspirin into your birth control case and you're pregnant."
Despite herself, Karen had to laugh.
"No?" Ron asked. "Second guess: you're secretly married to a traveling salesman, and you've been playing with my affections all along." He doubtless expected that to get another laugh from her, but somehow it seemed too close to the real situation, and it made the lump in Karen's stomach all the heavier. He saw instantly that he had made a tactical error, though she could tell that he was puzzled about it. "Karen, what is it?" he asked, starting to slide across the seat toward her. Karen moved away from him, against the door of the car, and he stopped, looking more puzzled than ever.
"Ron, I had you bring me out here to tell you that it's all over between us." There. It was out. Karen felt a pang of remorse oddly mixed with a feeling of almost painful relief. She hadn't known whether she could really get it said, and now it was out. Now the air was clear of it, and she would be able to talk about it until she convinced him.
"Just like that?" he said. "You're not willing to talk it over with me, or tell me what prompted this decision? Just simply tell me that it's all over. You've decided, the way you'd decide what you'd like for dessert, huh?"
"Ron, don't make this any harder for me, please."
"Are you kidding? I plan to make it as hard as I can. I plan to make it impossible, if I can."
"Well, you can't, darling, so don't try! I'm telling you the way it has to be, and that's all there is to it. Now just accept it, and take me home."
"All right." He reached for the ignition key, and Karen felt a stab of agony at the thought that he accepted it all that easily.
But she knew he hadn't. He couldn't have. And then she knew what he was planning to do. She reached down and grabbed his hand.
"No. No, don't take me home. Just take me back to the school, Ron. I'll walk the rest of the way."
"No, if you're going back right now, then I'm going to take you home," he said. "And then I'm going to go in and have a little appointment with your father the doctor."
"Ron, that's stupid. I mean it. You don't know how foolish you're being. You can't accomplish anything by getting into a fight with Daddy. You can only make things worse for both of us."
"Worse. You've just told me that I've lost you. Now what can your father do that will make things worse? What else does he have that I want, or what else do I have that he can take away from me?"
"I don't want to answer that, Ron. But take my word for it, he'll do something to you that you won't be able to get over as easily, or as quickly, as you'll get over losing me."
"You've got to be kidding. Do you have any idea of how long it will take me to get over-"
"Ron, he's going to have you arrested!" Karen said quickly.
"Arested? For what?"
"Can't you guess? For statutory rape. And the horrible thing is he's completely in the right legally. You are guilty, and there's nothing either of us can do about it. Even if I got up on the stand and testified that I was in love with you, and that I made all the overtures originally, it wouldn't make any difference. You're eighteen and I'm not, and you're male and I'm female, and that's all the law takes into consideration. You'll go to prison, and you'll stay there for a long time, and when you come out your life will be over!" Karen's eyes had been filling and spilling over with tears for some time. Now the sobs came, too, huge, racking sobs that shook her entire body. She turned away from Ron and leaned against the window, taking some comfort from the cold and the hardness of the glass pane.
Ron moved across the seat and pulled her away from the door. She stiffened for a moment, but she didn't fight against him. Then her body softened and she leaned into him, holding him, clinging to him like a lifeline. "Don't you understand, darling?
Don't you understand? I can't see you any more. He'll really do it. And if he does you'll be ruined for the rest of your life. All those beautiful plans, down the drain, and you'll hate me, and I don't want you to hate me, Ron. I couldn't stand that. So-"
"So nothing. So stop this nonsense," he said, holding her tightly and stroking her hair. "Your father is bluffing. He wouldn't put you through something like that."
"Oh, God, you don't know him. He's the most determined man in the world, Ron, and he never makes idle threats. Not ever!"
"You let me worry about that," Ron said, a real edge of steel in his voice. "You just let me take care of your father, honey. I'm not so easy to scare that-"
"But you have to be! Don't you understand anything I'm telling you? You have to be scared, because you're not going to win this fight. Daddy will destroy you if he thinks you're a threat. He's a very strong man, even a ruthless man when he's determined, and-"
"What do you mean a threat? A threat to what?" There were new and curious notes in Ron's voice, and Karen felt a stab of fear, fear that he might guess something of her real relationship with Daddy.
"A threat, a threat!" she babbled almost incoherently. And then, grabbing hold of her sanity, "A threat to me, to his plans for me, whatever he sees in you, I don't know. But he'll destroy you. That's all you have to believe."
"Oh, come off it, you're talking like a little kid now. Destroy me. There are laws to protect people, you know. Laws and something called rules of evidence. He can't prove anything took place between you and me."
"He can't. I can." The words came out cold and hard, and they tasted strange in Karen's mouth. She could see the total bafflement in Ron's eyes as her meaning sank in.
"You'd testify against me?"
"Yes. He'd make me do it. And I'd never be able to refuse. I never have been able to stand up to Daddy, and if he told me to tell all about us, I'd have to do it, Ron. That's the truth."
"Well." He sat looking at her for a moment. "I guess that says it all, doesn't it, honey? I hit it half-right anyway. You've been having a little fun at my expense these past weeks, it would seem." He sounded so hurt, so like a little boy, that Karen couldn't resist reaching out and touching him. He didn't even push her away. It was as though he weren't aware of her touch, or as though her touch no longer counted for anything. He slid behind the wheel again, and Karen knew that she should feel glad about everything, glad because she had convinced him, saved him from himself and settled everything the way she had intended. But she wasn't glad. He thought she didn't love him. She didn't know what she had expected, how she had thought to convince him of the hopelessness of their love affair while still leaving him convinced that she cared for him. There was even a wisp of sanity that told her that she should be glad he thought she didn't love him, because that would make it easier for him, but she just couldn't stand it. Other than Daddy, Ron was the only thing she had ever loved in her life, and to have him think differently, to have him come to hate her because he thought she had been playing around with him or something, was too much hurt to bear. And because she had been taught from childhood, taught by Daddy, that there was only one way to prove that she loved someone, she turned to that again.
She leaned down, reaching for his fly, and as it had been the first time, he was too surprised to resist for the first moment. Karen slid her hand down through the unbuttoned jacket to the front of his pants and opened the fly with a single snap of her wrist. The pants fell open and she could see his cock inside the fly of his shorts. She fished it out before he could even make a sound, and before he could pull away from her, she had the shaft in her mouth. She was sucking and licking, and she felt his body go tense, and she knew that she had him, had him in a grip of pleasure and delight that would keep him from hating her, at least for this moment. She worked up a mouthful of spit and continued to suck for all she was worth.
Now that he was held in check, she could slow down a bit, take her time and do things right. She withdrew her mouth a bit, and began to lick his cock with her tongue extended, moving it lightly over the surface of the tender, sensitive skin. Ron was shaking and grunting with each little ministration of her tongue, and she knew that she had come on too strong, turned him on too quickly, and that if she wanted him to last, and enjoy himself for more than a few seconds, she would have to hold off a bit.
She began to lick his foreskin, leaving the tender shaft sheathed and protected from the excitement of her tongue's friction. This was enough to keep him excited, and still let him come down from the pitch he had reached so quickly. Karen spread the fly of his pants and the front of his shorts and stuck her tongue inside, licking the hair of his abdomen, then his balls. His legs jerked apart automatically, involuntarily, to give her room to work, and she dived ever deeper inside, licking Ron's crotch and making little humming sounds of satisfaction as she did so, partly to keep him turned on and partly because she was honestly and deeply enjoying herself.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned as her tongue continued to move over his body. Karen opened his belt and pulled at the snap in the front of his pants. They came all the way open and she had more freedom to please him than before. She licked and kissed and pressed her cheek against him, exciting him again, but more gently than the first time. Then, when she was certain that it was safe, she pushed the foreskin back and began to lick his shaft once more, her tongue just grazing it, a touch of feather lightness, more an excitement than an act of pleasure, something to prepare him for the joy that was to come.
She carefully avoided the corona, licking his shaft from the root down to a point just short of the glans penis and then moving back up again. Ron's grunts and snorts of pleasure were coming more frequently, but she had only begun to please him.
She went back to the glans, but still avoided the corona, the most sensitive part of the whole prick. She worked gently and softly, tracing little trails of spit with her tongue's soft, moist tip, and touching the very end of it occasionally. She could taste the salt of his flesh and the moisture of his body's readiness. He was gripping the steering wheel over her head, as he had that first night, the very first time she had sucked his cock, and she knew that she had him in the throes of delight now, and that she was in control.
She continued to suck and lick, moving her mouth and her tongue carefully, with all the workman-like skill she had learned since she was a little girl, and she kept him at the pitch she wished, on the verge, moving back and forth from a state of excitement to the very edge of coming, and pulling back just in time, so that his pleasure was maximized, the intensity just short of that point that would have ended it.
"Uh! Uh! Oh, Jesus!" he cried, and she felt all warm and soft inside at the pleasure and the joy that she was bringing to him. That, she thought, was what it was all about, just bringing pleasure to someone you loved. That was the whole meaning of life.
"Mmmmm." She crooned her delight to him in answer to his grunts of joy, and she knew the sound excited him all the more, but that was no problem, because she was expert at this and knew just how much to back off on the direct physical stimulation while he was being excited mentally and emotionally.
His legs seemed to curl under him, the heels of his shoes hiding under the seat as the pleasure wrung him like a dishrag.
Then she felt the trembling in his cock, and tasted that little taste that told her it was almost out of her control, and so she began to increase the stimulation, curling her lips in over her teeth and exerting pressure on the glans and rocking her whole body back and forth with constantly increasing speed, bringing as much friction to bear on his cock as she could without hurting him, now concentrating on the corona instead of avoiding it.
"OH GOD!" he roared as the pleasure shook him like a rag doll. Then his cum flooded into Karen's mouth, filling it and almost running over despite her frantic attempts to keep it all and swallow it. Some of the drops did manage to escape her lips, and dribbled down onto the car seat. His cock, still stiff and huge in her mouth, was whipping like something with an independent life, something wild that was trying to escape. Karen didn't slacken off her efforts. As best she could while swallowing the rivers of cum that flowed into her mouth, she continued to work her head and mouth back and forth, massaging the j crown of his cock and wringing the last pleasure and the last drops of juice from it.
When it was over she lay there for a while, her face against his crotch, his cock still buried in her mouth. Then, gradually, she gathered herself up and finally rose and slid across the seat, sitting against the door again. Her face was smeared, and she took a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped it, then took out a mirror and looked at herself. It was amazing, but she looked like a sweet and innocent young seventeen-year-old, uncommonly pretty, on her way home from school. There was nothing about her appearance that would lead anyone to believe that she had just sucked a boy's pecker.
"Now, take me home, please," she said softly. He looked over at her with an expression of total surprise. She saw that he hadn't even gathered his wits together enough to close up his pants yet.
"Honey, I-" he started, but she raised a hand to silence him.
"Please! Don't think this changes anything, Ron. I do love you, yes. If that's any compensation to you, but that won't make any difference if Daddy tells me to turn you in. I'll do whatever he says. I mean it. You have to believe me, darling. If Daddy says to get up in court and testify against you, and tell them everything that's happened between us, I'll do it. And if he tells me to lie about it to make you sound more like the seducer, then I'll even do that. I just won't be able to help myself. And if you can't understand that, if you think that makes me some kind of loony or something, then I'll have to live with that. I guess I just couldn't send you away thinking that everything we've meant to each other all these weeks has been a fake. That was too much to stand."
"Karen, I just don't-"
"Now take me home!" She leaned her head on her hand, her elbow braced against the window and door frame. "I can't take any more of this, Ron. If you care for me at all, take me home and never try to see me again!"
The drive back home was as quiet as the ride out had been. And the silence was weird and almost tangible, Karen thought, as though it had been a body that lay over them both and smothered them. When he pulled up in front of the house she got out and closed the door. She didn't say anything to him, not even good-bye. She didn't even look at him. She just ran up the walkway to the door and went inside without looking back at all.
Daddy was in the examining room with some woman who was telling him about her female problems. It was so mundane, and somehow so obscene to Karen, that she wanted to scream. Mrs. Lewis was in the waiting room, taking Karen's place as she sometimes did, to make extra money, when Karen was ill. Karen went back to the living quarters and ran up the stairs to her room, where she threw herself face down on the bed and cried.
She didn't know how long she lay there, the crying all spent, before the door opened and Daddy came in. He was still in his white smock, and he looked a little tired. Karen first became aware of his presence when the light switch clicked on and the room filled with brightness, and she turned away quickly, realizing with a start it had been pitch dark, and that she had doubtlessly been there for hours. Daddy walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He looked at Karen's puffy eyes and gave her a tender and understanding smile.
"You told him?" he asked.
She nodded dumbly, feeling a dull misery she couldn't express, though it was less troublesome than it had been, now that Daddy was here. He laid a hand on her breast, comfortingly, and she covered it with her own hand, pressing his palm to her bosom, gaining solace from his touch. "He bought it?" Daddy asked, and she nodded again.
"Yes. He didn't like it, but I'm certain he accepted it in the end." She wasn't at all as certain as she wanted him to think, though she thought Daddy believed her. Karen felt a bit guilty, because she knew that Ron had bought things all right, before she had gone down on him. That had probably built up his hopes again. But she didn't want Daddy to know that, because even if Ron hadn't bought everything yet, he would, in time. He would have to. He was no threat to Daddy at all, and she didn't want Daddy to get the idea that he was, because she knew that if he came up against Daddy, Daddy would squash him like a bug.
"All right, Princess," Daddy said. "As long as he realizes the hopelessness of pursuing his relationship with you." He took her in his arms, holding her close and stroking her hair. "I know you found it very hard to tell him, honey, but it had to be done. Believe me, you've done the best thing for everyone, and particularly for Ron. You've saved him a lot of grief today."
"Yes, Daddy." Her face was buried against the white of his smock, and her voice was muffled by the cloth, and by his body. She felt comfort in his closeness.
"Daddy," she said softly, plaintively, "why does it have to be this way for me? Why don't I have a choice like other girls?"
His grip on her body tightened for a moment, then loosened. He released her and rose from the bed. Karen sat looking at him patiently, waiting for the answer she knew she would receive. She knew Daddy well enough to know that he would tell her now, at this moment, what she wanted to know. He had that much confidence in his hold on her, in her devotion, and dependence on him.
He walked to the chair in the corner, turned and sat facing her. "All right, honey," he said. "I guess we may as well clear it all up. You don't have a choice, because I won't let you have one. I love you in way which most fathers don't love their daughters. You're mine. You belong to me. I've brought you up to belong to me. I've intended this from the moment you were born. And as you grew from a baby into a little girl, then into a young woman, I became more and more convinced of the rightness of my intention. You looked so much like your mother. You reminded me of her in so many ways. But that wasn't all of it. In many ways you're better than she was. I've seen to that. I've made you all mine. I've trained you and educated you."
"And-subjugated me?"
"If you want to use that word," he said after a pause. "I'm not afraid of words."
"Or of anything else, I think."
"Only of someone taking you away from me. That does scare me, Karen. And I'll never let it happen."
"Daddy, I just want to ask you this out of curiosity. How could you stop it from happening? I'll be eighteen in just a few months, and if I want to go away from you how could you stop me?"
"I won't have to. You just won't want to go away. You love me, and deep down inside, you know that you can't do without me. Even if I had let you go away with this Ron fellow, it wouldn't have worked. I'm ninety-nine-percent sure of that, honey. In a few months you'd have come back, because you'd have realized that you love me best, and any relationship with another man would be second best."
She sighed. "I guess you're right. But if you're so sure, why did you go to all that fuss, and scare me like that?"
"I told you I was ninety-nine-percent sure of you. And I am. But that's not enough. I love you very much, too much for that. And I've put too much effort into raising you the way I want you to take any chance on losing you, Karen. You ought to take stock of yourself sometime. You're very beautiful, not just physically, but in every way. I've made you that way. Right now, at seventeen, you're more woman than most females ever become. By the time you're twenty-five you're going to be magnificent. At thirty, you'll be superb. Do you think I'd take a chance on losing you now? Do you think I'd step aside and hand all that work and all that hope over to some lunkhead footballer? Not likely, honey."
"You said that you would have had him arrested for statutory rape. You realize that you're in a worse position than he is, don't you? If I told anyone about what you've had me doing all these years you'd not only be convicted of statutory rape, but also of incest as well."
"Sure." He smiled. "But you'll never do that. For one thing, you'd never deliberately do anything to hurt me. You love me as much as I love you. Maybe more. And you're more dependent on me than I am on you, which gives me the advantage, doesn't it?"
"You're probably right. But what if I did do it? You'd be in worse trouble than Ron, wouldn't you?"
He shook his head. "No, honey. I wouldn't be. You see, I haven't told you everything."
"Why don't you? As long as we clearing the air."
He hesitated just a moment. "All right, I've never told you about your mother, have I?"
"Only that she died when I was born."
"That's not entirely true. She died when you were a year old. And she died in a madhouse." He paused and looked at her searchingly, as though to see if this revulsion would have any great effect on Karen. She didn't turn a hair, and Daddy smiled. "When she was taken away, I took you and left the state. I put myself through medical school and brought you here. I gave you my name, and no one knows anything about your background now, except that you're 'Young Doc's' daughter. That's all anyone ever has to know."
"You gave me your name? Wasn't I born with it?"
"No. You see, your mother and I were never married. We couldn't have married. We were both orphans, and raised apart most of our lives. Both of us were adopted, and that's why we had different last names."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"She was my sister." He looked at her again as searchingly as before.
Karen gave no sign of being affected by the news.
Daddy smiled. "You see? I've just told you things that would have shattered the average girl your age. But you took it all as though it were nothing. You're something else, as the kids say. Too much. Certainly too much to be given away to a high school boy who wouldn't even know what he was getting."
"And if I told on you, you'd tell on me. Is that it?"
"More than that, honey, as you'd figure out if you just thought about it for a while. Your mother was my sister, and she was hopelessly insane when she died. That's a lot of evidence on my side. Especially since I'm 'Young Doc,' and everyone in this town loves me, and thinks I'm such an unselfish and dedicated person. Knowing all that about your background could unbalance a girl's mind, and cause her to identify with her dead mother, and so think that her father has made love to her. It would be an unfortunate situation. Of course, you'd have to be institutionalized, and given shock therapy and such. But the important thing is, no one would believe you."
"But then everyone would know that you had an incestuous relationship with your sister."
"When I was just a boy with no one else who had ever cared about me. I've built up a lot of credit in this town, Karen. I'd take the chance that it would carry me through."
"Yes. Yes, I guess it would at that," Karen said. She felt an intense admiration for Daddy. "You really do have me where you want me, don't you? You haven't left any loopholes at all."
He smiled. "Well, it will never come to that. We love each other too much."
"Yes, we do, don't we?" A flood of warmth filled her and made her smile. "There's just one other thing, Daddy. You have everything so well thought out. I'd like to know just one thing: what have you planned for my future?"
"When you graduate from high school, you'll go on to college. You'll go to Central State. That's only twenty miles from here, so you can attend during the day and still live here."
"Would you mind telling me what I'm going to major in?" she asked, smiling.
"Can't you guess?"
"Nursing?"
He nodded. "You'll become an R.N. and come to work for me."
"For the rest of my life?"
"Well, for the rest of mine anyway. You'll no doubt outlive me. But I'll be able to leave you well fixed, what with the money I've put away, the money I'll put away in the future and the insurance policies I have."
"My widow's pension?"
"If you like."
"It doesn't sound so bad," Karen said aloud after a moment. "It sounds very nice, really. We can never have children. But we'll have everything else that a married couple has. Except that no one can ever know about us."
"No one has everything, Princess." He stood, and Karen smiled softly.
"I know, Daddy."
"Now, I think I'll go down and start dinner. When you feel up to it, you clean up a little and come on down."
"Fixing dinner is my job."
"I'll take care of it tonight." He walked to her and stroked her cheek with his hand. She caught his hand and kissed it on the palm before releasing it. Daddy went out and down the stairs. She could hear his heavy footsteps all the way to the ground floor.
Dinner was especially nice. Steak and baked potatoes and the last two pieces of a pie Karen had baked the day before. After dinner Daddy went back to the office to catch up on some lab work, and Karen went upstairs. She went to her room, which she still maintained, keeping her clothes there for the sake of the cleaning lady or anyone else who might come in. She got out her robe and put it on, then went into the bathroom, where she drew a hot, sudsy bath, using the new bath salts Daddy had given her for Christmas. She soaked in the tub for an hour, bathing with great care.
When she got out she checked her legs and underarms carefully. She had shaved just the day before, but she found just a wisp on her right shin, which she eliminated with her electric shaver. She donned her robe after putting on her best perfume and went back to her room. She took off the robe and hung it back in the closet, then got out a brand-new sea-green nightie, one that Daddy had given her for Christmas. She hadn't taken it out of the box yet, and now she put it on with great care. It was wispy and transparent, showing everything she had, and masking her body only enough to make it more exciting. Then she got out the new negligee that matched the nightie, and put that on, too.
She sat down in front of her vanity and stroked her hair with the brush one hundred and fifty times, bringing it to a luster that almost took her breath away. Finally, she put on fresh makeup: lipstick, eye makeup-everything.
She felt as if it were her wedding night, though she wasn't sure of the logic behind the feeling. Perhaps because this was the first time she and Daddy had really talked about everything, and he had finally told her how things were to be for her. She was his girl, his wife really, and this was the first time she had known that for certain. She wanted this night to be extra special. She wanted it to be perfect.
As she made her way to the master bedroom she heard Daddy taking his shower. She went into the bedroom and turned down the bed. She had put fresh sheets on that morning, which meant she wouldn't have to do it now. She went to the mirror and made a few last-minute adjustments. She was positively glowing with happiness, and she could see what Daddy had meant. She really was beautiful. She had never felt beautiful before. She had always known that she was pretty, but she had never guessed that she was really beautiful. The green of the negligee set off the green of her eyes and the shining gold of her hair. She had to admit to herself, despite her natural modesty, that she looked like some young goddess just sprung up from the earth.
As she was making her way to the bed, to sit on the edge and wait for Daddy, the door opened. She turned and smiled; then the smile widened, because Daddy, in his best silk robe, was coming through the door with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other.
He had known. He had felt, as she had, that this was to be a special night for them. God love him, she thought, and felt a flood of warmth deeper than she had ever felt before. They really did belong to each other. They were like one person, even thinking the same thoughts.
He came over to her and kissed her lightly on the lips, then made his way to the bedside table, where he set down the glasses, took a corkscrew out of his robe pocket and proceeded to open the champagne.
Karen came to where he was standing, next to the bed, and accepted a glass of the bubbling white wine. She waited while he filled his own glass and placed the champagne bottle on the end table, then raised his glass in a silent toast to so many things she couldn't have counted them. She answered the toast with a raising of her own glass, and then they drank. Karen took a good swallow of the champagne. It was good stuff, as everything was that Daddy bought. She had been drinking wines and liquors since her fifteenth birthday, and Daddy had trained her to be something of a connoisseur.
As though by an unspoken agreement, they both put their glasses next to the bottle; then Daddy swept her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue searching out her own and probing and prodding it. She could feel his body pressed against hers, with only his silk robe and her two filmy garments between. She was certain she felt his cock nudging her, stiffening at the contact, and she felt herself grow all warm from excitement. Her pussy grew damp, then wet as the kiss continued. When Daddy released her she heard her own breathing, hard and quick from being turned on.
Daddy picked up his glass, and she took her own, stained red with her lipstick. They drank again, and Daddy refilled the glasses. By the time they had drained them a second time, Karen could feel just the barest flush of warmth creep up through her flesh from the drink. She felt very good, and very receptive. Daddy turned on the lamp on the bedside table, then went over to the door and flipped the switch, turning off the overhead light. The room grew deep and shadowy. The romantic look of the place made Karen all the more excited. She turned to face Daddy as he came toward her again. His robe had parted a bit in front, and she could see the hair on his chest. With each step one muscular leg came into view. Karen felt herself go a little weak as he came toward her. It was a pleasant weakness, a warm weakness that made her wish she could turn to putty and run against him, mold to him and be him, be his slave and his property forever.
Then he was right in front of her. He took her in his arms again, and as the robe fell open a little more, she could feel his hairy chest, feel the harshness of it through her negligee and her nightie. His mouth covered hers once more, and his tongue probed through her mouth and tasted her own tongue until she was hot all over with excitement, with need for him. She wanted him to take her right then, but she knew that he wouldn't. He would torment her with need until she was half-mad with desire for him, and then he would take her in his own good time, and she loved him all the more for it.
He slid one hand up between their bodies and cupped one of her breasts through her nightclothes. She felt the hand, strong and hard and a little callused from long ago, when he had worked himself through medical school. The roughness of the calluses made her gasp with delight. It was the most exciting thing she had ever felt ... it always was ... and she knew that she would never grow tired of it. It would always be new and wonderful.
Her negligee was held closed at her throat by a little silken cord, and fell free below that. Daddy moved back away from her a bit, and pulled the cord. He pulled it very slowly, making a ceremony of it, an unveiling. He looked at her body steadily as he did this, and she felt the excitement, and the weakness flare up in her again, as his eyes so casually owned her. The negligee fell open, and there was only the thin nightie covering her body. He could see through it, see everything she had: the firm, rose-tipped breasts, the yellow triangle at her belly, the soft curves of her thighs and her body, all that she had to give to a man, all that was his for the taking.
Daddy gently pushed the negligee back off her shoulders, and she moved her arms back to let it drop to the floor with a wispy sound. Then he took her in his arms once more, held her close against him while his hands had their way, moving over her with delight, in a proprietary way, with all the gentleness and all the unhurried confidence of a master. His mouth did the same, traveling over her face and her neck and her throat, while her breasts were mashed against the hardness of his own body.
Finally, he drew back and picked her up in his arms, lifting her as easily as if she had been a child. He turned and took a half-step, bringing him to the edge of the bed, and then laid her on it. She lay there, looking up at him, her heart pounding a tattoo in her chest that threatened to burst something. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her for a long moment, not touching her at all, just letting his eyes travel up and down, devouring her beauty with each slow, delicious sweep. His eyes seemed to caress her, and she felt her pussy flood with readiness at the stroking they gave her. Then he reached down, very slowly but very casually and, flipping aside her gown, touched her cunt. His fingers touched it lightly, but she felt a swelling of pleasure that was almost a climax.
"Uh-uh," she moaned quickly, shortly, as the sensation filled her to overflowing, and she was taken by surprise. The intensity of the feeling was so unexpected that it drew the cry from her in a sudden spasm of her whole body.
Daddy drew his fingers back for a moment, then touched her again, and her hips came up off the bed, her whole body arching with urgency to meet him. His fingers pressed against the outside of her cunt for a while; then he worked one of them inside, into the sopping, dripping interior of her snatch.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she cried, her hips grinding to increase the contact and the friction from his fingers. Daddy bent down and kissed her long and hard and deeply, his tongue probing her mouth, moving over her own tongue, and she kissed him back, raising her arm and hooking it over his neck to hold him to her. His fingers continued their work, digging and probing and exciting her.
Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them, and her pussy was stretched open to accommodate his fingers. His tongue moved over hers for a moment longer, and her tongue caressed him lovingly. Then he sat up, breaking the hold of her arm on his neck, and shifted his position on the bed. He moved down lower and his fingers came out of her, dripping and sticky with the juices of her activated body. Then he bent down and his mouth closed over her abdomen, his lips and teeth grazing the skin and the hair, then moving down slowly, his tongue making a little trail of saliva as he went.
Karen's breathing was labored and fast, and she vocalized each exhalation, so that she was making a steady, rhythmic succession of moanings as her excitement continued to grow. Then she was feeling a rapid succession of climaxes, one right after another, growing in intensity and spreading out to engulf more and more of her body, until she was tingling, flushed with pleasure, from her toes to her scalp. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her body slick and damp with it, and her breath was hot and rasping as she cried out with the joy that filled her. Daddy's tongue was expert, and he knew her every need so well that he played her body like an instrument, stroking it with virtuoso skill.
Then he yanked open the sash of his robe and shrugged the garment off, his mouth hardly leaving her pulsating cunt for a second. He was naked now, and he pulled his feet and legs up onto the bed, his feet toward the head of it, and Karen knew instantly what to do. As he turned his body toward her, his mouth still clamped over her pussy, his tongue still working between her labia, Karen took his cock, already stiff and strong, and began to lick it, moving her tongue softly and lovingly, and she could feel the response in his body, deep inside of it, as muscles contracted with pleasure, and he grunted, the sound muffled by her crotch.
She closed her lips over the head of his prick, sucking gently and exerting exactly the amount of pressure she knew he wanted from her at this moment. Her tongue traveled over the head inside her mouth, moving with delicate precision, bringing him up to a fine pitch of pleasure and then letting him drift back downward slowly, until the cock, which had been stiff at her first touch, was now as hard as stainless steel, throbbing and surging inside her mouth as her pussy throbbed with joy at the probing of his tongue. They gave and took pleasure, like a closed and complete circuit, the pleasure flowing from each into the other, and emerging from mouth to genital, magnified each time as though their bodies and mouths were amplifiers, building up the force and intensity with each revolution.
Their bodies arched and bent and stiffened, but their mouths never left their work for a moment. Karen placed both hands on his cock and held it in place while she rocked her head back and forth, gently stroking and massaging the head and shaft of the organ with her lips. She kept her lips pulled in over the edges of her teeth and maintained the pressure and the friction, slowly and delicately increasing them as she went on. Daddy's body was as sweaty and as taut as her own now, and he could feel the throbbing throughout his frame, but mostly in that wondrous cock that filled her mouth with its throbbing, strong reality, its fleshy weight and hardness driving back into her mouth with her own movements and the involuntary movements of his hips.
Her own hips were working, too. Without her awareness or intention, she was pushing her cunt against his face like a mask, maximizing the contact. Then the pleasure, which had been coming in a steady stream of orgasmic convulsions, coursed through her body like something wild and alive, driving her crazy with its intensity. At the same moment Daddy's prick throbbed and shook and whipped inside of her mouth; then it began to spew its load into her mouth, and she felt a surge of joy so great it was painful, a feeling of triumph and happiness at the pleasure that was propelling that mighty stream of cum into her mouth. It drove back deep into her throat, and she swallowed, her throat and mouth working furiously to keep all of it.
The very action of swallowing seemed to increase Daddy's pleasure, and his cock worked double time, sending out a flood of cum that seemed ready to drive the back of her head off. But Karen's own orgasm was so powerful she hardly noticed the force of this flood. She swallowed and worked her throat automatically, with the reflex of long usage, long practice. The pleasure in her was like a roaring fire, heating her vitals and burning her with a pleasurable agony that twisted her around him as it twisted his body around hers.
Their bodies convulsed again and again in the last fits of incredible joy, and they cried out in a duet of pleasure just as she swallowed the last gob of cum that spurted from his prick.
They lay there for a long time after it was over, his mouth still pressed against her crotch, her mouth still holding and softly loving his exhausted cock. Their bodies were slicked with drying sweat, and their muscles were as slack as loose-hanging ropes. Karen felt the utter peace and satisfaction that their lovemaking had brought her always, but this time it was extra good, extra peaceful, as it had been on only a few other occasions, when it was perfect.
She didn't know how she knew it, but she was certain, as she had never been certain of anything before, that it would be this good from now on, if not every time, then at least much more often than it had been before. The last barrier to the perfection of their lovemaking had been dissolved, and from now on they would know a kind of rapture that few people ever know.
It really was like a wedding night....