Chapter 9

It was about ten that same morning when Hubert Scarboro and his farm foreman Jake Coons, having left Buck at the isolated shack to guard Felicia, returned to the main part of the large farm. Scarboro sent Coons to fetch Merv Gaucin, and went into his business office to wait.

"We've got your girl, Gaucin," Scarboro said without mincing words the instant Merv was ushered into the office by the hulking foreman. "You might say we kidnaped her."

"I don't believe you," Merv blinked, a lump rising into his throat. "You wouldn't dare!"

Scarboro went on as if Merv hadn't spoken. "Of course, no one had laid a hand on her yet," he lied. "We will though, Gaucin. Unless you pack up and clear out of here, that pretty little daughter of yours is going to get a lot more sexing than that rape she tried to put on Buck. She'll get it every way in the book, I guarantee."

"You sonofabitch," Merv said coldly, shaking with rage. "If you harm my daughter, I'll see you in prison!"

"No need to get all upset," Scarboro said with a smug grin. "No harm will come to the child ... if you'll give up this foolish notion of yours to write those articles exposing me ... for what, I'm sure I don't know, though I don't want the bad publicity your lies would cause. Is it a deal? Felicia for your silence?"

"No deal!" Merv hissed. "I won't stand for this, and neither will Elon! I don't believe you've got Felicia, but if you have, you'd better deliver her to me unharmed by noon. Otherwise, I'll get in touch with Elon and produce will rot in the fields all over this county! You bastards are through oppressing people, and you'd damned well better do an abrupt turnabout!"

"You're the one who'd better do a turnabout, Gaucin!" Scarboro barked. "Your Chicano buddy broke in here last night and tried to steal our books. I heard he got drunk after we ran him off. I heard he ran off the road and burned to death in his pickup! Now, you can stick your threat of a boycott up your ass ... because I'm holding the trump card in this stupid game! I've got your kid, and if you expect to get her back in one piece, you'll do exactly what I say! Do you understand me?"

Merv gulped. There was no way he could be sure whether or not he was being bluffed. Deciding a temporary retreat was in order, he said, "Let me think about it."

"Let you check to see if you can find your kid or Martinez, is what you mean," Scarboro slurred. "All right. Go ahead and look for them. I'll give you the same deadline you tried to hand me. You've got till noon, Gaucin. I'll accept a written statement from you then, saying that you investigated me thoroughly and found everything totally satisfactory and aboveboard. If I don't get it, you'll never see that kid of yours again! Now get out of here! It makes me sick to look at you!"

Asking around among the farm workers got Merv nowhere. None of them had seen Felicia, Ernesto or Elon that day. Merv began to sweat, and it had nothing to do with the heat.

It was a little more than two miles from Scarboro's to the camp where Merv's pickup was parked. He ran the entire distance as fast as his legs would carry him, hoping against hope he would find Felicia in the cabin. He kept noticing bits of white cloth every now and then on the highway and in the roadside weeds but he was too worried about his daughter's safety to pay them any attention.

Heaving for breath, he charged into the cabin and felt his heart catch. The overturned bunk and pool of dried blood made an icicle of his spine. "Oh, no!" he groaned, and sat down on Felicia's empty bunk shaking his head.

His fatherly instincts told him to give in to Scarboro for Felicia's sake, while his duty as a reporter and his sense of long range justice pulled him in the opposite direction. It took him several minutes to decide his course of action. He got up, kicked angrily at a white piece of cloth on the floor as he passed it and stamped from the cabin.

Ten dollars got him five minutes of privacy with the pay phone in the shoddy little grocery store run by the camp supervisor's dowdy, price-gouging wife. Since the sheriff couldn't be trusted, there was only one other agency to turn to. He dialed the state police and told them that Scarboro had kidnaped his daughter and was holding her hostage.

The sergeant at the other end of the line forgot his phone etiquette. "What the hell kind of crank are you, mister?" he barked, and slammed down the phone.

Merv dialed again. "I'm not a crank. Listen to me, damn you! I'm a reporter for the Albuquerque Gazette. My name is Merv Gaucin. I've been assigned to write a story about Scarboro's sweatshop farm operation, as well as a personal profile revealing incongruities in the man himself. He's planning to run for governor. It'll set our state back years if he gets elected. It's my job to dig out the facts about him and present them to the public. I've uncovered enough to shake him up plenty. He did kidnap my daughter! He's holding her, I don't know where, threatening to sexually molest her or maybe even kill her if I don't give a written clean bill of affairs concerning him and his farm, and agree to forget the story I've been sent to do on him. You've got to believe me! My daughter's life is in danger!"

"A state senator? Involved in a kidnaping? You're crazy, buddy! Either that or you're putting me on!"

"I'm not!" Merv shouted into the phone. "I'm a reporter! And I'd damned well better get the help I need from you, or my next assignment will be writing an expose of the state police in general and your office in particular!"

"The lieutenant's out at the moment," the state trooper said guardedly. "Give me your number. I'll have him call you."

"I'm at a pay phone," Merv said disgustedly. "You tell the lieutenant to bring some men and get his ass out to the Scarboro farm ... on the double!"

Merv slammed down the phone and hurried from the shoddy little store, heading toward his pickup with the intention of driving to Elon Martinez' house. Felicia and the Armijo youth had obviously put up a struggle before they'd been taken from the cabin. They were gone, no doubt about that, and Merv had no idea where to even begin looking for his daughter.

Elon knows every inch of this county, Merv thought as he strode purposefully through the workers' camp. Scarboro had to be bluffing. The bastard wouldn't dare murder a Chicano leader. He'd be biting off more than even he could chew. Have I backed Scarboro against a wall to that extent? I've got to go see! Eton's got to be alive ... and I've got to have his help, or else throw in the towel and give Scarboro the equivalent of an endorsement for his bid to run for governor. I can't do that! It'll appear as if the paper itself is behind him! Good Lord, what a mess this thing is turning into! Felicia, honey, Daddy's sorry he made you come along! I just pray to God I'll be able to tell you that!

Merv opened the door to his old pickup and stuck his hand far under the seat before he got in. He brought out an object wrapped in newspapers and tied with string. He broke the string and flung it away, then began peeling off sheets of newsprint. He checked the cylinder of his .38 revolver, just to be sure no one had removed the cartridges, then snapped it shut and stuck it in his belt as he climbed into the truck. He had hoped he wouldn't have had to use it. But he could, and he would, if forced to.

As he was driving from the camp, he noticed a couple of white pieces of cloth, and he remembered having seen more like them on the highway. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes and turned the pickup around. He drove back and slid to a stop in front of the cabin assigned him and his daughter. He leaped from the cab of the truck and ran into the cabin, snatched up the larger piece of white cloth off the floor and saw his laundry mark on it. Immediately he recognized it as the tail of one of his old white shirts which Felicia had been wearing to work in the fields.

His heart quickened as it dawned on him that Felicia might have deliberately torn off and thrown those bits of white shirt material. His hope of saving his daughter and his estimation of her soared, and he sprang into action, forgetting all about Elon and the state police, whom he could only hope would come to his aid.

The trail of white shirt fragments wasn't too difficult to follow if he drove slowly and kept his eyes peeled for them. He followed them until they ran out, and stopped nearly a mile down the highway from the last one he'd seen.

Fearing that she'd run out of shirt or been caught leaving a trail and made to stop, Merv turned around and drove back to the last white splotch he'd spotted. He stopped the pickup, got out and scratched his head as he scanned the area. Then he saw the dirt road leading off the highway, which he'd failed to notice before as a result of keeping his eyes on the lookout for shirt bits. Just a few yards off the pavement, he observed that the sun was glinting off a metallic object lying in the center of the dirt road.

Back into the truck he leaped, and roared down to the dirt road. Again he stopped and got out. He picked his daughter's crucifix up out of the dust and gritted his teeth. This time when he climbed back into the pickup, he pulled his revolver from his belt and laid it on the seat beside him.

The trail of tiny white pieces of cloth led him to within sight of an old cabin. There were no other roads leading away from it. It looked deserted, but fresh tire tracks led up to it and back away again.

Merv parked his pickup out of sight as best he could, behind a knoll, and with pistol in hand approached the cabin as quietly and inconspicuously as high noon under a glaring New Mexico sun would permit.

He needn't have worried about being observed, however. A rhythmic squeaking noise was drifting out through an open window. As Merv drew nearer, his pistol cocked and ready, he could detect a sound he'd heard years before-male grunts and female sighs. Now, as then, it gripped his guts. He slipped up to the window and peeked inside, only to view a sight similar to the one which had caused him to seriously doubt his masculinity ever since he'd caught Felicia's mother with her first lover. Now it was Felicia instead of her mother, only the act the girl was engaged in was worse.

There on the bed, nude and flat on her back, was Merv's sixteen-year-old child, whom he'd tried to protect all her life. Buck Buckner was also naked, sitting astride Felicia's light olive-skinned body, holding her head up with his fingers clasped behind it. Felicia herself was squeezing her lovely young breasts snugly around his penis, while Buckner fucked between them and ran the head of his cock in and out of her willingly sucking mouth.

For a moment, Merv was too stunned to move. His mouth hung open as he stared incredulously at the illicit tableau. And despite his horror and shock, his rarely used dick sprang up throbbing and aching.

Cursing himself mentally, as well as the man for forcing his girl to blow him, Merv lifted the pistol in his shaky hand and aimed it right at Buckner's head. He began squeezing down on the trigger.

Not in cold blood! he groaned inwardly. I can't do it ... much as I'd like to!

Merv eased off the trigger, lowered the revolver and stepped away from the window. He went around to the front of the cabin and stopped a few paces from the porch. Intending to lure Buckner out and capture him for the authorities, he reached down and picked up a rock, which he hurled against the cabin's only door. Just to be sure to arouse the man's interest, he sent a second rock sailing after the first.

Seconds later the cabin door swung open and Buckner charged out, but he was armed with a shotgun and appeared ready to use it. The naked young man snarled his anger and lifted the gun to fire, aiming for Merv's chest.

In self-defense, Merv dove for the ground and squeezed off one round. It caught Buckner in the left shoulder and dropped him to his knees. The shotgun clattered onto the board porch just as Merv impulsively squeezed the trigger a second time and made an obscene hole in the middle of the felled man's forehead. Merv squeezed off two more rounds as Buckner slumped to the ground, and two more after he lay limp and lifeless. He couldn't stop firing until he'd emptied the cylinder.

Merv Gaucin hadn't killed a man since Korea. He'd hated having to do it then. It was different now. He felt good as he got up brushing the dust off his shirt and pants. Sticking the empty pistol into his hip pocket, he walked to the porch, stepped over Buckner's body and entered the cabin to find his bare-assed daughter cringing fearfully on the bed of her shame.

"Get dressed Felicia," he said, his voice cracking a little. He couldn't help letting his gaze play over her nakedness, and he couldn't help thinking what a beautiful, desirable young woman she'd become. "I'm taking you home."

"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy!" she cried, leaping off the bed and rushing to him. She threw her arms around her father and pressed her soft body tightly against him, sobbing, "It was awful! They ... they made me ... do all kinds of ... "

Awkwardly Merv put his arms around his shuddering, nude little girl and tried to comfort her. "It's over now, sweetie. I'm sorry I brought you along ... but it's all over now. I'll take you home today, I promise. Oh, God, Felicia ... forgive me for exposing you to this! I didn't know! I never dreamed anything like this would happen!"

"I love you, Daddy!" she bleated.

"Yes, Felicia ... yes, sweetie ... and I love you, too ... more than anything in the world!"

"Hold me! Hug me tight, Daddy!"

They stood, embracing, with Felicia crying and Merv gritting his teeth. When she got herself partly under control, she realized with somewhat of a shock that her father had a tremendous hard-on. It threw her. She didn't know what, if anything, to do or say about his obvious condition. But it felt good pressing against her belly through his clothes, and she didn't have the slightest inclination to pull away.

Buck had been toying with her sexually for nearly an hour, teasing her and egging her on. He'd aroused her sensual young body and incited her lust to a feverish pitch, but had torturously withheld relief from her. Felicia had been ready to climb the walls before her father arrived. She craved sex, and now that Merv was holding her in his arms and she could feel his throbbing dick pressing against her belly, it didn't seem to matter that he was her own father.

"Daddy," she cooed, rubbing against his thumping erection as she lifted her head and gazed up seductively at his tormented face. "How do you love me?"

"Why, ah ... the way I always have," came his nervous reply.

"I don't think so, Daddy. I think you love me differently now. You've got a nice hard-on. Do you want to fuck me?"

"Felicia!" Merv gasped, pushing her away and stepping back. "What a thing to say to your own father!"

Felicia closed the gap between them. Almost. She left enough room between their bodies to reach down and unzip her father's fly. Her bold action startled him so that she managed to reach inside his shorts and tug his stiff cock out through his open fly before he could stop her. Once she had his penis in her hot little hand, she dropped to her knees and engulfed more than half of it into her hot little mouth.

"Fe-Felicia!" the astonished man stammered, staring down in fascinated horror as his daughter began bobbing her head at his loins. "My God ... my God ... wh-what do you think you're doing?"

"Mmm, mmm, mmm," came the throaty sound of the girl's pleasure wafting up to her father's disbelieving ears. Then she backed off his dick and breathed, "I'm sucking your sweet cock, Daddy! I like it ... really like it a lot! Shall I suck you all the way off, or would you rather fuck me?"

"You don't know what you're saying!" Merv whined.

"I'd rather you fuck me first. I want you to do it to me, Daddy. Oh, you can't believe how much I want you to! I'll get on the bed, and you hurry out of your clothes! Okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, she flung herself on the bed and began finger-fucking her juicy pink crevice. "Come on, Daddy! Hurry! I know you want to! You got a hard-on for me, didn't you?"

His mouth agape, Merv glanced guiltily down at his saliva-coated peter protruding from his fly.

Felicia sighed as she sank the full length of her middle finger into her hair-rimmed slot. A tremor rippled through Merv as he gawked at the lascivious display his daughter was putting on, for his benefit as much as hers. An emotion he'd long suppressed welled up inside him, refusing to be ignored any longer. With a sob of passion, he hurriedly stripped and in a matter of seconds he was naked, shaking with a turbulent lust as he walked toward the bed.

"Felicia!" he groaned, and flung himself between her wide-splayed legs. He kissed the child with open-mouthed urgency, ramming his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth when he lunged forward and penetrated her adorable little pussy with one swift jab. As she whimpered blissfully into his mouth and sucked his darting tongue, he threw a series of short, frantic thrusts into her. In short seconds he blew his pent-up load into the depths of her straining belly. This time, however, his passion didn't diminish, nor did his dong. But he was through screwing his daughter for the moment. Abruptly he backed his pulsating prick from the delightful little gash between her legs and began kissing his way rapidly down her well-proportioned body.

"Oh, Daddy! Yes, Daddy! Love me!" she cried in her delirium of desire, running her fingers through his neat black hair, mussing it as she caressed his head.

Down her throat he kissed pantingly, and onto her chest. He captured the hard, brown berry of her left nipple with his encircling lips and sucked it into his mouth, laving the entire aureole with his flailing tongue.

"Ohhh," Felicia sighed, and cradled his head to her fleshy mound, shivers of pleasure rippling through her as he sucked her erectile cone hungrily. Then he moved to her right tit and gave it the same thrilling treatment. She pushed her spongy hillock deep into his greedy mouth and crooned, "I love you, Daddy ... so much!"

"My baby ... my darling little girl!" Merv exclaimed breathlessly while he kissed and licked eagerly down the smooth skin of her palpitating stomach. He drove the tip of his tongue into the little indentation of her puckered navel and swirled it around, then left a zigzag trail of saliva on down to the top of her pubic triangle.

"Daddy? Ohhh ... oh, my goodness!" Felicia gasped, feeling faint as her father licked right into the soft curls covering her puffed mons. When his hot tongue flicked the beet-red end of her elongated clitoris, a wave of scalding pleasure washed over her febrile groin. She sucked in her breath and held it, lifting her spinning head and staring in awe at what Merv was doing to her.

He spread the fluted folds of her swollen pussy with his fingers and licked clear in to the vibrating red tissue, spearing her sex-drenched elliptical hole with his long, exciting tongue. The spermy condition of her twitching little twat didn't faze him in the least. Gluing his lips to her blood-engorged labia, he moaned through his nose and started sucking the mixture of male and female secretions from her steaming vagina.

"Aaaaah ... ahhh!" she squealed, grabbing his head and holding his pleasure-giving mouth firmly against her slippery crotch. "Daddy! Ohhh ... oh, that's wild! Harder! Suck harder! I love it!"

Moaning soulfully, Merv thrust his hands under the girl and grasped the soft, squirming cheeks of her rounded bottom. He slithered his tongue into her copiously secreting sheath as far as it could go and licked in an abandoned circular motion at her fluttering cuntal walls. The fronts of his teeth grated against the inside of his upper lip as he wagged his head and bumped her fiery clit around.

Felicia's father sucked the goodness of her wholesome young cunt till the wildly aroused child couldn't stand the intense pleasure of it another second. She hunched her crotch at his face and pulled his hair, her tits waggling as her chest rose and fell rapidly. Tiny cries of sheer bliss rolled in a constant stream from her gaping mouth.

Realizing that her climax was imminent, Merv redoubled his oral efforts. He sucked harshly, drawing the distended folds of her vulval tissue into his mouth and nibbling them with his lip-covered teeth. Then he broke the vacuum of mouth and cunt and let her sex flesh spring rubber-like back where it belonged, after which he fucked her furiously with the entire length of his pistoning tongue.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," she chanted hoarsely between great gasping breaths of air. "That's good ... so good!"

The throbbing nubble of her pleasure button was standing out boldly at the top of her quivering sex slit. It was bloated with blood, harder and larger than ever before. Merv formed his lips around her ultra-sensitive little shaft and sucked the raw-nerved organ into his mouth. The very end of her tiny girlcock was the most sensitive of all, and when he began scrubbing it with the roughened upper surface of his tongue, Felicia nearly went to pieces.

"Ohhh ... oh, God! God!" she screeched, bowing upward and flinging her head erratically as she tried to stuff her father's head into her hairy hole all the way up to his shoulders. It was too much. She couldn't bear the incredible pleasure it sent crashing through her. "Suck me, Daddy! Ohhh ... I'm going to ... to come! Ahhh ... now ... suck ... harder ... unnn ... coming ... coming ... aagghhh!!!"

Tremors of unadulterated pleasure racked her lovely young body. She sobbed brokenly and gave herself over to the blinding ecstasy of the climax. Though her orgasm lasted less than a minute, it seemed to the bucking, thrashing girl as if it would go on forever. When it was over, her skin shone wetly with perspiration and she felt completely wrung out. With the final spasms still making her arms and legs twitch about, she fell back limply.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh! That was wonderful!" she moaned, smiling up as he mounted her for the second time. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

Merv winced as if she'd slapped him, for indeed she had mentally. Her question penetrated his lust and slammed into his brain. Pausing with the bulging head of his rod resting in her yawning sex gash, he shut his eyes and wailed, "My God in heaven! What are we doing, Felicia? I'm your father!"

"I love you, Daddy," she whispered sultrily, knowing exactly what she was doing. She grasped him by the buttocks, lifting her quivery, slick pussy around his cock as she pulled it into her vagina right up to his balls. "Fuck me, darling! Fuck me long and hard and sweet and hot! I want you to! You're a wonderful man, Merv! I don't care if you are my father, because I love you this way, too!" To drive home her message, Felicia kissed him wetly, sticking her dainty little tongue all the way into his pussy-tasting mouth as she contracted the muscles in her groin and gripped his fully inserted dick lovingly with the strong, silky walls of her youthful vagina.

Heaving a groan of pleasured surrender, Merv began screwing his comely daughter with long, rhythmic strokes.

"Yes!" she breathed, her mouth covering his ear. "Do it, Daddy! Fuck me good, darling!" Then she snaked her pink tongue into her ear and began swirling it around wetly.

A sob escaped Merv's lips as he encircled her with his arms and let his hard chest mash her soft breasts into spongy pillows of flesh. He scooted his hands down and cupped her feverish buttocks, then began powering his pole into her, fucking his daughter like he hadn't fucked another woman since her mother, because for the first time in years he felt overwhelmingly masculine and confident.

"Mmm!" Felicia crooned, sliding her legs over her father's calves and starting to fuck with him. "You're really g-giving it ... to me!"

"It's insane," he muttered, his ass arcing steadily. "We'll probably despise ourselves later, but I can't help it now!"

"Don't help it!" she yelped. "Do it, darling!"

"I love you, Felicia," he moaned, his stiff dong sawing happily away in her juicy little slot. "I know I haven't shown it much, but I'd do anything for you!"

"You're showing ... it now!" she cried joyously, throwing her delighted pussy up to meet his inrushing prong as he hunched forcefully into her. "Oh, darling Daddy, you've got the sweetest cock in the whole world! I love it ... and you ... and we'll sleep together from now on ... and fuck all the time ... ahhh ... and it'll be good for us, Merv ... good, good, good!"

"My precious little girl!" he husked, stroking her bouncy butt as he pistoned his prick within the velvety cylinder of her fluttering sheath. "To hell with tomorrow! To hell with everything but now and us!"

"Yes, Daddy!" she puled, caressing the hairy globes of his rhythmically contracting buttocks. "Now you're talking! And fucking me so good!"

"I'll fuck the ass right off you, you adorable little darling! Jesus, but your pussy is good!"

"Fuck it!" she shrieked, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles over his humping rump. "Fuck my good pussy with your marvelous cock! Oh, Merv ... Daddy ... I'm so happy ... and I love you to pieces! Ohhh ... sweet dick ... sweet, sweet dick!"

"You like to fuck, do you?" he asked, slamming in nuts-deep and grinding into her, massaging her throbbing clit with the base of his rod and flicking the rubbery neck of her cervix with his taut-skinned glans. "How does this grab you, sweetie?"

"Right in the cunt!" she squealed with delight, arching her back and pressing down on his dick, mashing her pleasure button tighter against the uneven top of his cockbase. "Wow! Oh, shit, Daddy! I love to fuck ... don't you?"

"Mmm-hmmm! And never more than right this minute!" he panted, kissing peckingly over her face as he started slamming the meat to her again. "Shake that hot little ass, Felicia! Slam your delicious little snatch up to Daddy, baby!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" she gasped, the muscles in her abdomen rippling wildly as they plunged headlong into the all-consuming bliss of uninhibited screwing.

"Stay with me, Felicia!" he rapsed, pulling out all the stops and fucking her as if there were no tomorrow. "Hunch it, baby! Fuck with Daddy! Ohhh ... oh, Christ! Yes! My daughter ... my own little girl! You're so goddamned sweet, Felicia! I could eat you up!"

"Later!" she hissed, spurring his ass with her heels to make him hit into her harder as she hammered her squishing twat up to him, not missing a stroke. "Later for ... eating! We'll suck each other off together! Fuck now ... unnn ... harder, Merv ... faster, darling ... oh, Daddy ... Daddy ... ahhh ... I'm about to come! Give it to ... me hard and fast! Push me! Hurry! You come, too, Daddy!"

"Let it go, baby!" he groaned, taking new strength from her passionate encouragement and increasing his efforts. "Don't hold back! I'll make it!"

Merv gave it all he had. He fucked into his writhing, whimpering daughter like a well-oiled machine operating at top speed.

"God! Oh, God!" Felicia sobbed. Her head lolled droopingly back and forth. The cords connecting her inner thighs to her groin stood out jerking and quivering as she pounded her heels into his furiously arcing buttocks. "Ready?"

"Yesss!" she shouted, and let her legs fall from around him. She slapped the soles of her feet against the mattress and began slamming it up to him.

The old bedsprings squeaked raspily as the two strove toward orgasm, working together in perfect synchronization. Their sweat-slick abdomens slapped together wetly as they pounded together. A continuous stream of tiny mewlings poured from Felicia's flung-open mouth, punctuated by Merv's grunts as he lunged into her with ever-shorter thrusts of pile-driving force. The smell of sweat and sexual secretions filled their flared nostrils.

"Now!" Merv croaked, and nearly drove her ass through the mattress with a final burst of incredibly fast, hard jabs.

"Now!" she echoed, her head rolling from side to side, her puffy lips drawn back over her perfect white teeth.

He rammed his twitching peter in to the hilt and began shaking all over.

Every nerve in Felicia's body screamed with the knowledge of her father's hot cockhead throbbing deep inside her heaving belly. Her vagina was already spasming with the onset of what promised to be her best come yet, when she heard his guttural groan of fulfillment start rumbling in his throat and felt the first wild jerk of his fully planted pecker.

"Shoot it, Daddy!" she squealed, just as the first hot stream of Merv's thick semen gushed from the expanded eye of his ballooning cockhead and spiraled into the deep end of her fluttering vagina. It thumped against her supersensitive cervix and ricocheted around in the moist depths of her rippling belly. "Yesss ... Oh, God yes ... shoot it ... hot and deep ... Come, Daddy ... come in meeee!!!"

"Unn ... ung ... unghhh!" was the best Merv could do for a verbal response, but via his expanding and contracting cock he gave his blissfully quaking daughter exactly what she was yelling for. He held in her to the hilt, his prostate gland pumping like mad as jet after creamy jet of his hot cum raced up his dick and squirted into her.

The pulsing inundation of viscous sperm triggered Felicia's climax. Her womb convulsed. A groan started deep in her chest, building in volume until it burst raggedly from her drawn-back lips. The spasming of her vagina became stronger all of a sudden. Then her orgasm hit her full force, and the entire floor of her pelvic region began rippling and jerking.

"Oh God ... Oh God ... I'm there, too, Daddy ... coming!!!"

Felicia threw back her head and screamed shrilly. Her cunt went berserk. The hairy opening snapped hungrily at the base of Merv's prick. Her asshole rhythmically opened and closed. Convulsions racked her body. Her vagina gripped harshly at her father's sperm-spewing cock, milking it for every drop of cum he could give her greedy belly. Through it all she writhed about ecstatically, shuddering from the top of her lovely head down to the tips of her curled-down toes, sobbing brokenly, then blubbering and gurgling as she lay twitching and jerking spasmodically in the final, soul-rending throes of her orgasmic bliss.

With his limbering rod still in her, Merv rolled over onto his side, holding his daughter in his arms. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Then Merv kissed her tenderly on her damp forehead and said, "I feel terrific, Felicia. Better than I have in years. How about you? Do you feel ... do you regret what we just did?"

"Not a bit, Daddy," she sighed. "Do you?"

He laughed softly, sort of a relaxed sound of relief. Then he kissed the tip of her cute nose and smiled all over his face. "Maybe I should, but I don't."

"I'm glad, Merv."

"I love you, sweetie."

"I'm glad we did it, Daddy. And I'm so glad that we don't have to ... to be afraid to show and say that we love one another any more. Because I've always loved you more than I've ever let on."

"I know, honey. Me, too, you."

"Will we do it again? I mean, this won't be the only time, will it?"

"Are you kidding, Felicia? Of course we'll do it again, honey. My stars, you're the sweetest, hottest, wildest piece of ass I've ever had! You're a fantastic fuck!"

"Oh, Daddy!" she protested, blushing, and felt her mouth being tongued before she could finish what she started to say to Merv.

When he ended the long, sweet kiss, Merv pulled his deflated penis from the moist warmth of his daughter's furry cleft and patted her affectionately on her bare fanny. "We'd better get dressed now, sweetheart. There are a few things I have to attend to before we can go home."