Chapter 12
Three days after she'd written the letter informing her father that she was pregnant, Felicia woke up to the sound of chirping birds in the big elm outside her bedroom window. She opened her eyes and saw that it was barely daylight. With a smile and a sigh, she stretched, then put her hands on her bare stomach.
An angelic expression on her lovely face, Felicia turned toward her husband, who also slept naked. The alarm would go off in a few minutes. Then Ernesto would get up and leave. He would be gone all day, because he was driving over to the next county to talk union and Chicano power to a group of local workers who he hoped would be able to influence the other local and migrant farm laborers.
I love you, Ernesto, she thought happily. So much, my big, strong darling. Do you know that I often watch you while you sleep? Of course you don't. I don't want you to know. A husband shouldn't know everything about his wife. But I do watch you sometimes. I like to see the funny little expressions that come over your handsome face when you're dreaming. Are you dreaming now? Your eyes are moving beneath the lids, and you 're trying to smile. What are you dreaming about? Whatever it is, I wish I could get inside your head and share it with you. I want to share everything with you. Well, almost everything. There are some things you wouldn't understand, my darling. Like all this love I have inside me. If I gave it all to you, it would smother you. But you wouldn't understand this part of me, so I'll be very careful to always keep it secret from you, because it would only hurt you. I won't hurt you, Ernesto. I'll never hurt you. I love you too much for that.
As Felicia lay contentedly, gazing at the face of her sleeping husband, the corners of her eyes became aware of a physical change taking place midway down his supine body. The sheet was slowly lifting directly above his loins. Since the sight of his penis burgeoning to erection never failed to fascinate the girl, she sat up with a fluid movement that jiggled the bed almost imperceptibley and drew the sheet down to Ernesto's knees.
She watched the arousing spectacle of his penile shaft engorging itself with blood, becoming fatter and harder as his organ reared jerkily upward. For a second it stood up straight as a flagpole, growing out of his coarse triangular thicket, then it wavered and wilted a little, leaning to the side with the eye of its glans looking right at Felicia's face.
It was too inviting. She glanced at the clock and saw that it would go off in about ten minutes. "You darling," she breathed, tossing her long raven hair back so it wouldn't tickle Ernesto. She wanted to wake him up with her lips, not her hair. Quickly she leaned over him, pursing her full lips loosely before she gave the tip of his prick a wet good-morning kiss.
The relaxed muscles beneath Ernesto's very dark skin rippled as he stirred slightly without waking. Felicia extended her tongue and tickled the pouting eye of his velvety cockhead with its pointed tip.
Using the tips of her fingers, Felicia tickled the wild hairs on his heavy nut-sac and gave the forefront of his purplish glans a leisurely kiss, sucking a little and teasing the end of his sensitive knob with her lazy tongue.
That woke him up, and with a smile on his face. "What are you doing, Felicia?"
She grasped his stalk and squeezed it lovingly. "If you have to ask, darling, I must not be doing it right." Engulfing about two inches of his growing organ, she formed her lips tightly around the shaft and laved the warm, musky-tasting head with her tongue as she sucked down on it until her cheeks hollowed inward. She could hear the pleasured intake of her husband's breath and feel his involuntary trembling. With a deliberate smack, she broke the suction and rolled her big brown eyes up toward Ernesto's face. "Now do you know what I'm doing?"
"Mmm-hmm, but show me again anyway."
Felicia laughed softly. She cupped his dangling testicles in the palm of her hand and jiggled them as she licked up and down the full length of his turgid dick. When she drew her tongue back into her mouth, every inch of his thumping erection was coated with saliva. Her own response was evident in the vaginal dew which glistened on the light brown outer labia of her plushy little pussy. She scooted up the bed and kissed him, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and stroking his chest and abdomen with her open hand while he sucked her darting pink spear and fondled her jouncing tits.
He swatted her playfully on her well-rounded rump and asked, "Now that you've got it up, what do you intend to do with it?"
"I could suck it all the way," she mused sultrily. Ernesto grinned.
"On the other hand," she said, swinging astride him and sitting on his chest. "I've already kissed him and you haven't said good morning to pussy yet."
He raised his head a little and looked at her groin. "Good morning, pussy. You're drooling, you hairy little devil."
"That's not what I meant, and you know it," she cooed, scooting up his body until the tip of his nose disappeared into the jet-black curls of her pubic triangle. "Pussy wants a kiss."
Gazing up past her belly, through the valley of her breasts, he said, "Pussy always wants a kiss."
"Are you complaining, husband?" she asked seductively, wriggling herself till the puffed lips of her gorgeous snatch rested against his mouth.
"Hell, no, baby. You know better than that," he replied, extending his tongue and licking her split from bottom to top. "Spread it for me, so I can give it a deep kiss."
Felicia reached down and with eager fingertips drew open the slippery outer folds of her vulva, revealing to him the shimmering red sweetmeats which comprised the vestibule to her secretion-beaded vagina. "Real deep," she breathed. "Tongue fuck me, honey!"
He stuck out his tongue and flicked the tip of her elongating clitoris rapidly.
"Aaaah, aaaah!" she mewled, shutting her eyes and letting her head loll back as ripples of pleasure arced through her loins.
"How about some breakfast?" he said teasingly, knowing from experience what her reply would be and wanting to hear her say it.
"You're having cunt for breakfast this morning, honey! Dig in!"
It was a game they played on mornings when they had time and both felt like it, but the game was now over. Ernesto threw his arms around her and mashed his face into her bush. She pulled her fingers out of the way, and he glued his lips to the smooth insides of her widespread hair-lined outer labia. All at once he gave her his tongue, thrusting it far up into the moist heat of her silky sheath and snaking it around, gathering the droplets of her love nectar from its productive source.
"That's it, darling!" she yelped, shivering with delight as she savored the sensations caused by his roughened tongue sliding around the walls of her elastic tunnel. "Kiss pussy deep and sweet ... ohhh ... God, that's good!"
Locking her to him with his arms encircling her flared hips, he rolled over and dragged her down the bed till her head and shoulders rested on the mattress and her buttocks were elevated by his knees. He sat on his feet, with his back arched and Felicia's legs entwined around his torso, and began plunging his tongue furiously in the copiously secreting slit of her crotch.
"Ohhh ... oh, Ernesto! Yes, honey! Yesss!"
Alternately tonguing and sucking her sex hole, he took his bride to the edge of climax.
"Now!" she rasped. "Do it!"
He moved higher up her fluttering cleft, capturing her clit between his lips and sucking it into his mouth as he stuck his thumb in her juicy cunt for lubrication. Quickly he backed his thumb out of her and brought its bluntly rounded tip down to the puckered brown ring of her anus. Then he sucked her pleasure button deeper into his mouth, stretching it to the limit and batting it around with his tongue.
"Now! Now! Now!" Felicia yelled, squirming her butt and fitting her erogenous rectum over the end of his sex-slick thumb. "Give it to meee!"
She liked it suddenly, and that's the way he gave it to her. Flailing her throbbing nubble with his tongue, Ernesto rammed the full length of his thick thumb up her tight asshole.
She cried out her pleasure, her head flopping from side to side and her belly rippling from the spasmodic contractions of her internal muscles.
While her body was still twitching with the final throes of orgasm, Ernesto mounted her in the old-fashioned manner and hunched into her fluttering cunt with a flesh-splitting single thrust. His balls smacked into the attractive valley of her quivering buttocks, and his taut-skinned glans bumped thrillingly against the sensitive neck of her convulsing uterus.
"Oh ... oh ... oh!!!" she grunted and flung her arms around him, panting for breath as they started fucking.
Ernesto slipped his hands under her and cupped her straining buttocks. "Put your lets up!"
"Like this?" she gasped, throwing her legs up and locking her ankles over his pistoning rear.
"Yeah ... oh, shit, yes!" he groaned, allowing her to pull his long fat dick all the way into the slippery hot tunnel of her fluttering vagina with her surprisingly strong legs. His nuts kissed her winking asshole and he left them there, grinding his pubis against her blood-swollen mons and stirring her guts with his fully inserted prong. Then he stopped all motion and said, "Work it, baby! Milk me ... aaah ... squeeze me!"
Felicia had almost perfect control of her sexual muscles, and she delighted in using them. It gave her tremendous pleasure, both physically and emotionally, to do what he asked. Gazing adoringly into his slitted eyes, she worked the muscles which controlled her vagina, causing it to ripple and flutter around his sturdy lance, then squeezing him with her encircling legs and clasping the strong walls of her youthful vagina, making a hot velvet vise around the entire length of his throbbing rod.
"Is that good?" she asked purringly.
"Too good!" he gasped, squeezing his eyes shut. "Stop, sweetheart ... stop or I'll come!"
The cords connecting her inner thighs to her groin stood out taut and quivering as she squeezed him with all the strength in her legs. "Come, darling! Shoot it deep and sweet! I want to feel it! Don't hold back!" She worked her inner muscles rapidly, making the walls of her pussy grip rhythmically and harshly at his twitching prick.
"Ohhh, oh, baby, baby!" he crooned, and quit fighting the irresistible urge to ejaculate.
"Shoot it, shoot it, shoot it," she chanted sensually, and kept milking his cock until she felt the first forceful squirt of his semen burst from the eye of his ballooning glans. Then she relaxed every muscle in her lovely body and savored the quiet, exquisite pleasure of having her womb bathed with geyser-like gushes of hot sperm. She heaved a heartfelt sigh and moaned, "Darling ... yes, darling ... come, come, come!"
The alarm went off. They let it run all the way down. Ernesto lay atop his wife, supporting most of his weight on his knees and elbows and letting his deflating cock soak in her as they kissed for nearly five minutes with tongues entwined.
Felicia made breakfast while her husband had his shower.
"What time will you be home?" she asked later as they kissed at the door.
"It depends. Anywhere between four and midnight. You know how it can go."
She nodded. "I won't start supper till you get here. Be careful, and good luck." She kissed him again quickly, and he was on his way.
Felicia had her shower, and the young bride's happiness was evident in her continuous humming and bursts of singing. She got dressed and busied herself with housework which had been neglected for several days in favor of money-producing field work. The postman came at five minutes past ten and passed by the Armijo residence without stopping. It was a disappointment. She had expected a letter from her father, because he always answered her letters promptly.
They lived in town, in the Mexican-American section, a neighborhood very much unlike the one she'd grown up in, so Felicia walked to the nearest shopping center and bought the few groceries she needed.
A rust-colored Mustang which she recognized a block away was parked in front of the bungalow when she returned. She broke into a smile and quickened her pace. The handsome, well-dressed man, also smiling, walked out to meet her. He took the bag of groceries from her and kissed her on the forehead. Felicia took his hand and led him into the house.
"Do you like it?" she asked. "Doesn't the house look nice?"
His eyes were riveted on her, not the house, and they were smoldering with love and desire.
"You want to make love to me, don't you?" she asked.
"More than anything," he replied tensely.
"I remember what you said the last time. You said we had to stop, that we must never do it again."
"I know what I said, Felicia. But we can't stop, can we?"
"No. I don't even want to try again."
"Neither do I. I've got to have you. Where's your husband?"
"He's out organizing workers. Over in the next county. We've plenty of time. All day."
"Does he suspect anything?"
"Nothing," she said, starting to unbutton her dress. "Put the groceries on the table, darling. Take me to bed and make glorious love to me."
He walked over to the table and put down the sack. When he turned back around, he held out his arms. Felicia rushed to him and they kissed passionately, swapping tongues in a feverish embrace. His cock sprang up hard and throbbing, and she sucked his tongue rapaciously as she rubbed wantonly against his lean body.
She could feel his hands roaming about her back and buttocks, and his every touch thrilled her immensely. When she realized his fingers were locked over her shoulders from behind, tugging downward, she gladly went with the pressure and sank to her knees before him.
Words weren't necessary for either of them. She knew what he wanted, and she was eager to do it for him. He was her lover, her secret lover, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him. She loved this man as much as she did her good husband, even more sometimes when they were alone together, like now.
The intensity of her pent-up emotion caused her hand to tremble visibly as she unzipped Merv's fly and brought out his rampant penis. A whimper-like sigh escaped her lips as she wrapped her cool, slender fingers around the hot, pulsing shaft. She licked the sleek cockhead like an ice cream cone once, twice, then opened her mouth and leaned forward, filling it with the sweetness of his masculine turgidity.
Felicia slid her hands around his hips and stroked his hard buttocks through the material of his trousers as she began bobbing her head. Then she felt his fingers moving lightly and tenderly over her head and through her lustrous hair. She moaned around her mouthful of manmeat and moved her hands down. Clinging to the backs of his thighs, she sucked his cock hungrily. He'd taught her well. She was an accomplished fellatrice now, and she put every bit of her oral expertise into practice.
In less than a minute he groaningly inundated her mouth with torrents of hot sperm. Her throat worked spasmodically as she whimpered through her passion-flared nostrils and drank his thick cum spurt by delicious spurt. Only when she'd drained his spongy dick of its last reluctant drops of milky fluid did she allow it to slip from between her puffy lips.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, gazing up at his face.
He nodded as he took her hands and helped her to her feet, only to enfold her lovingly in his arms again and kiss peckingly over her forehead, eyelids, the tip of her nose and finally her lips, where he lingered, turning the embrace into a double-tongued soul kiss.
"I'll open a can of soup and make us some sandwiches. Will that be all right?"
"How long has it been since you've eaten out at a really nice restaurant, sweetheart?"
She smiled. "The last time you took me. But we don't have to go out. It isn't necessary."
"Put on a nicer dress," he said, patting her fanny. "And high heels, too, if you'd really like to please me. Your legs are fantastic in high heels."
"I'll only be a moment, my precious," she sighed, and hurried into the bedroom to change.
"Have you got a good doctor?" he asked as they sipped coffee after the meal.
Her brown eyes twinkling with amusement, Felicia nodded.
"What's his name?"
"Doctor Carrasco. And he's delivered thousands of babies, so don't worry about me so much."
"I can't help it," he said. "I'm going to pay for everything, so don't argue with me."
"If you really want to."
"I do."
Felicia smiled enigmatically. "Why don't you ask me? I know you're dying to."
"I'm afraid to ask," he admitted.
She laughed softly and touched his hand. "I couldn't tell you anyway. You and Ernesto both made love to me that day. We'll never be sure who's the father. Does that bother you a great deal?"
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"Not a bit," she said confidently. "Either way, my baby will have a wonderful father. Were you this worried about mother when she was pregnant with Merv shook his head ruefully. "No, not as much. There was no question about who impregnated her. Her father was dead."
"The baby will be just fine. Ernesto might be its father, you know. And even if you are, the chances of anything going wrong are thousands to one in the baby's favor. It'll be normal and healthy."
"You're only sixteen," he groaned. "What do you know of such things."
"I asked Doctor Carrasco, that's how I know. I'm not the first girl to have a baby by her father. Listen, we're not sure it was you, darling. And even if it was, Doctor Carrasco said ... He said a lot of things. Like it happens more than people think and not to worry about it. That's what he told me, and that's what I'm telling you. Now, how about taking me home and giving me enough sweet loving to hold me until I see you again?"
Merv looked at her as if he were going to say something, his expression mirroring an agonizing mixture of fatherly concern and lover's desire.
"What is it, darling?" she asked, squeezing his hand.
"Nothing."
"Then take me home. Take me home and fuck me for hours," she whispered, slipping off her high-heeled shoe and extending her leg under the booth, teasing his crotch with her nylon-covered foot.
His voice was tight. "I should have my ass kicked for ever fucking you at all. We both should."
"Kissed, maybe, but not kicked. Don't go getting uptight on me again, Daddy. You know we can't help it. We need each other," she said softly, caressing his rising penis with her foot.
He pushed her foot away and picked up the check.
"Let's go."
As they were driving back to the bungalow, Merv glanced at her and asked, "Are you and Ernesto getting on? I mean, are you as happy with him as you seem to be?"
She nodded.
"I almost wish you weren't," he confessed. "Those few weeks we lived together while he was in the hospital, really lived together and ... they were...."
"They were sublime," she sighed, finishing his sentence.
He clasped her hand and locked fingers with her, driving with one arm and squinting his eyes. "I'm not going to marry Isobel. I love you, not her. I can't help it, Felicia."
"I know, darling."
"Come home with me. We'll move away somewhere, where no one knows us, and live as man and wife."
"I'd like that," she breathed. "I really would. But I can't. You see, precious, I love two men, and Ernesto and I are involved in the movement. I'd be miserable without him, and you. I have to have you both, don't you see? It's your fault, Daddy. You're the one who exposed me to everything and was so hellbent on imbuing me with the Mexican-American spirit. Well, it took, and I can't shake it. I don't want to. We'll just have to go on this way."
Merv said nothing for a couple of minutes, then he let go of her hand and patted her thigh. "Of course. It probably wouldn't work out anyway, and I do like Ernesto. If any other man is to have you, I'd rather it be him. Promise me one thing."
"What?"
"If anything happens to Ernesto, or if you two should ever bust up, come home to me."
She sighed. "You can count on it. In fact, I've been thinking that I should pay you a visit every few weeks, and stay three or four days. After all, you are my father, so who would ever suspect the real reason I have to run home so often?"
Merv's eyes lit up. The relief was evident in his face. The situation was now resolved. It wasn't exactly to his liking, but he could live with it. He had to, because he'd come to realize that he couldn't give up his relationship with his beautiful daughter. "I'll send you a round-trip plane ticket once a month, okay?"
"Yes, lover," she purred. "Oh, yes ... that would be marvelous! Hurry! Drive faster, Daddy! I'm dying for you to undress me and send me out of my mind with love!"
They wasted little time once they were back inside the house. Felicia locked the door and pulled the shades, then kicked off her shoes and walked to her father, turning her back to him so he could unzip her dress. He drew the zipper to the small of her back, then unfastened her bra and reached inside. The palms of his eager hands were moist with nervous anticipation when he cupped her firm, upthrust breasts flesh to flesh and captured the tumescent cones of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
"I love you, Felicia," he crooned, kissing the side of her neck and her ear as he rolled the erecting tips of her luscious tits with his fingers and stroked the smooth half-moons of warm bust below with his palms. "It's crazy, and I know it. You're my own flesh and blood ... but you're the only woman I'll ever want again!"
"It isn't crazy, Merv," she cooed, pressing her soft rump back and rubbing against his throbbing hard-on. "I love you, too, darling! I think I've always loved you this way. Do you remember how I used to come get in bed with you in the middle of the night and snuggle up to you? The dreams weren't half as bad as I let on. I think I wanted you to take me way back then."
"You were only eleven when I made you stop!" he gasped.
She laughed. "It wasn't a conscious urge then, Daddy. I mean, I didn't get in your bed with the idea of 'I want him to fuck me.' I just wanted to be near you, to feel something physical with you."
"And I let you down."
"That was the part that hurt, Daddy."
"If I had it to do over again, I'd do it right."
"I know you would, darling," she said, turning around in his arms. "I'm not blaming you. Kiss me. Love me. Take me!"
She closed her eyes and tilted her face upward, wetting her red lips before she opened her mouth invitingly. Felicia waited patiently while her father tugged her dress down to her trim waist and slipped her brassiere off. Then she fell in his arms, naked from the waist up, moaning and sucking his tongue while he hugged her so tight their bodies nearly fused together.
"Oh, God," she sighed, when he ended the kiss. "I don't know if it's because you're my father or in spite of it, darling, but you turn me on so much that I just melt inside! Do you know what you do to me? Do you know how wild it is when I come with you? Make me naked now! Take me before I cream in my panties!"
Dropping to his knees, Merv jerked her dress and half slip over the flare of her hips and whisked them down her long, shapely, nylon-clad legs. Felicia stood with the garments bunched around her stockinged feet, shivering, with her eyes closed and her arms hanging limply at her sides. She didn't move a muscle as her father began easing her panties down and kissing her belly as it was revealed above the elastic waistband of her flimsy briefs.
"I'm going to eat you," he sighed longingly, kissing into first soft black curls at the top of her perfumed mons.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Let's leave your stockings and garter belt on this time," he said, drawing her briefs down her thighs and rubbing his face against her groin.
"Whatever you want, Merv! Anything!" She stepped out of the ring of clothing and kicked it away, then spread her legs, because he was already licking her dewy pussy. "Does it taste good, Daddy?" she whimpered, looking down at him as he attempted to suck her in that awkward kneeling position. "Stand up. Let's get you naked, too, lover!"
Between them, they got him completely undressed in seconds. Then Felicia dove on the bed with Merv right after her. She folded a pillow and stuffed it under her ass, then drew her knees up beside her chest and moaned with pleasure as she felt his hot tongue lick through the puffed folds of her distended hairy hole.
"Lick it, darling!" she cried. "Lick my cunt good!"
The juicy little slot had never tasted sweeter to Merv. He stuck his tongue in it and swirled it around. He formed his lips over the entire elliptical opening and sucked out the nectar-like goodness of her copious sexual secretions.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," Felicia sighed constantly, wagging her rump and brushing her clit against the fronts of his teeth.
It wasn't enough to merely dive her scrumptious muff. Overwhelmed with emotion, Merv spread the cheeks of his daughter's butt and licked into the moist satin valley. Even that wasn't enough. He licked the inch of flesh between her pussy and anus, then scrubbed the musky-tasting little dimple itself with the tip of his tongue.
"Aaah! Oh, Daddy! What are you doinggg?"
He was wild for her. Even her asshole was delicious. Feeling as if he could devour her, hair, toenials and all, he groaned mournfully and thrust his tongue right up her butthole.
"Unnn!" she gasped, shuddering with ecstasy. It was a totally new experience for her, but one she liked immediately. "Aahhh ... yes, darling ... yessss!"
Spurred on by her impassioned outcry, Merv started pumping the full length of his tongue in and out of her tight anal orifice.
"Ohhh ... oh, wow ... that really moves me! Suck it, honey! Suck my asshole! Fuck it with your tongue!"
Felicia put her knees under her armpits and reached down with shaking hands. She grasped her own buttocks and spread them wider apart, so he could get his face all the way into the crack of her rump and do a real job on her erogenous rectum. It gave her a tremendous thrill to feel his tongue penetrating her rear hole, especially now that his lips were pressed firmly to the surrounding tissue.
"Darling, darling!" she panted, ripples of joy racing through her as she felt the tip of his fully inserted tongue doing a circular dance way up inside her anal canal. "Do you like my asshole? Does it taste good? Tell me, Merv!"
"Good!" he moaned, his hot breath bursting into the fleshy gorge of her widespread bottom. "Every bit of you is delicious!"
"Fuck it now!" she cried. "Put your cock where you just had your tongue!"
He mounted her, gazing down at her enraptured face through lust-glazed eyes as he wedged the blunt end of his swollen dick head into the rubbery ring of her spit-slick anus.
"Oouuu!" she mewled, blinking up at him as she felt the elastic aperture expanding around his sleek glans.
"I don't want to hurt you, baby!" he croaked, pausing with barely half of his bull in her.
"You won't! Give it to me! I want to feel it sinking slowly all the way up my butt!" She hooked her legs over his shoulders and snaked one arm down between their bodies. Grasping his stalk, she gave it a little tug and began guiding it into her dilated rectum. They both groaned when the head snapped through the tight portal. Felicia released his shaft then, and used both hands to cradle his hard buttocks. "Come on, Daddy ... ohhh ... that's it, sweetheart ... nice and easy! Oh, God! That's wonderful, isn't it? Do you like it? Is my asshole good and hot?"
Merv could only groan, but she knew by the sound and the appearance of his glassy eyes that he liked it almost as much as she did. She brought up her right hand and stuck her middle finger in her mouth, coating it with saliva before she moved it back down his body. Watching his eyes as he sank his prick into her bowels with the utmost care, she placed the balls of her wetted finger into his anus and rubbed a little to give him the idea. When he didn't object, she thrust an inch of finger up his butt. It caused him to whimper and, knowing he would like it, Felicia suddenly plunged the rest of her finger up her father's ass.
"Aaaggghhh!" he grunted, and lunged forward, ramming the remainder of his sturdy shaft up the delighted girl's shit chute.
"Oh, Christ yes!" she squealed, before she kissed her father wetly, thrusting her tongue down his throat and wriggling her finger around in his asshole.
Neither of them made any outward movements for a moment. He was into her balls-deep, savoring the incredible heat and snugness surrounding his pulsating organ, thrilling to the prostatic massage she was giving him with her finger. As for Felicia, she delighted in the sense of utter fullness in her dark tunnel and wanted no more than to enjoy it while he sucked her tongue hungrily.
But the inactivity lasted only a moment. Felicia broke the kiss and pulled her finger from his butt at the same time. Clutching him by the buttocks, she hissed, "Fuck me! Screw me in the ass, you darling!"
He withdrew gently, Felicia's gripping anus drawing out around his retreating shaft as if reluctant to lose it for a second. When only the head remained inside her, with her tautly stretched anal ring snapping behind the flare of his crown, Merv gritted his teeth and socked it all right back into her hole.
"Felicia ... my little girl!" he rasped, and started sodomizing her with a rhythmic motion.
"Hump it to your little girl, Daddy!" she shouted, tugging at his buttocks to help him screw her fanny. "Don't hold back! Give it to meee!"
He increased his efforts, fucking her butt with deep, forceful thrusts.
"Ohhh," she moaned, wagging her ass and screwing her head back into the pillow. "Oh, Lord, but that's good! Harder! Don't be afraid, darling! Fuck me like you mean it!"
"It's too hot!" he husked, speeding up and shortening his strokes, really hammering it into her. "Too good! I'm going to come already!"
"Not yet!" she screeched. She turned loose of his furiously pistoning rump and began working her arms in between their bodies. "Don't come yet!"
He gritted his teeth, contracted his inner muscles, and kept fucking like mad. Felicia plunged two Fingers of one hand into her sopping pussy and grasped her throbbing clitoris between the thumb and forefinger of the other. As her father's thick rod jabbed rapidly in and out of her winking anus, she gave her slippery vagina a deep massage and tweaked the raw-nerved button at the top of her sex slit like it had never been tweaked before.
"Hurry, baby!" he gasped, hitting into her with shorter and shorter thrusts. "I can't hold back ... much longer!"
"I'm almost there!" she yelped, rubbing her clit frenziedly with the tip of her finger as it began to throb and draw back in readiness for the orgasmic explosion. "Now! Now, Daddy!"
Merv heaved a guttural groan and slammed his twitching cock up her butt to the hilt. His grunts mingled with her sobs of fulfillment. She was keenly aware of his prick expanding, and contracting inside her.
"Shoot it ... shoot it!!!" she screamed, her pussy already beginning to spasm when she felt the first thrilling jet of his hot cream gush into the depths of her quivering bowels. "Me, too ... ohhh ... oh, God ... God!!!"
"Unnn ... ung ... ung!" Merv grunted chantingly as he pumped her butt full of spiraling jizz.
"Coming!!!" she shrieked, her entire body shuddering with the intensity of her climax.
Felicia nearly swooned with bliss. She was only dimly aware of her father pulling his penis from her winking anus. Her legs flopped down onto the bed and twitched jerkily as she sobbed out her ecstasy. She was in a state of lustful rapture.
And there she remained for more than an hour, because Merv simply couldn't get enough of her. He gave her no respite. No sooner had he withdrawn his still-hard dick from her delightful ass than he propelled himself down her sweat-damp body and started lapping the overflow of cunt juice from her tasty twat. He feasted on the goodness of her wholesome young pussy, sucking her through three mind-blowing comes before he mounted the delirious girl and settled himself between her trembling thighs for a long, hard ride.
Father and daughter were completely oblivious of everything except the supreme bliss of sexing to the point of utter exhaustion.
Ernesto didn't get home until nearly nine that night, and it was a good thing, because Felicia and her father slept locked in each other's arms, joined cock and cunt, from three until seven-thirty.
But all appeared to be on the up and up when Ernesto arrived home jubilant from the success of his day's work. The young husband greeted his father-in-law warmly and, over supper, filled him in on the details of the union and the progress they were making through Chicano power.
Merv listened attentively and gave advice when it was asked for, because he was truly fond of the boy and greatly interested in the work he was doing for their people.
Felicia couldn't stop smiling, about as she was to have her cake and eat it too.
Later that night Felicia was heard by Merv to say, "No, honey. Not tonight. Daddy will hear us!"
But the bed began squeaking rhythmically.
"Ohh, ohh, ohh," came Felicia's sounds of pleasured surrender drifting out to the couch where Merv was lying wide awake with his ears cocked and his prick standing stiffly at attention.
"Sweet dick!" Felicia cried excitedly, forgetting herself as her passion mounted. "Yes, Ernesto! Fuck me, baby, fuck me!"
It was bittersweet torture for Merv, especially when he heard them moaning in what sounded like a simultaneous climax.
Then all was quiet. Soon, Ernesto began snoring softly.
Shortly Felicia tiptoed into the living room and knelt beside the couch. Neither of them said anything for fear of waking her husband, a light sleeper. She kissed her father before and after she went down on him.
Just before she returned to her husband's bed she whispered, "In the morning, darling, after breakfast. He's going out of town again."