Chapter 7
John was almost finished with the fifth of bourbon. He tossed the bottle onto the seat of the camper and leaned back, feeling sorry for himself. Why had he ever been saddled with a family? Why hadn't he stayed a bachelor?
The responsibility got to him at times. Running around fucking any foxy chick he picked up seemed such an appealing lifestyle. Wasn't that what most of the kids were doing these days? Anc1 if someone came along that really appealed to them, they'd shack up for a while. Then, when they got bored with each other, just split. Leave. Not even looking back to regret anything.
But that wasn't the way he'd gone. He had to get married. He had to have a couple kids. Maureen was a good wife, but the burdens were too much for him at times. Like now. He hadn't cheated on her before. And what was worse, he didn't feel all that bad about it. He'd really liked fucking Melissa. That little nurse was a hot one. The way her cunt squeezed down on his cock made him feel like a king.
Maybe that was what bugged him the most. He couldn't feel guilty about it. He took a stiff drink from the bottle, finishing it off. Two dead soldiers now. A quart and a fifth. A quart and a fifth minus the one drink Melissa had had, he quickly corrected. She'd taken some out of the quart.
Drunker than a lord, he staggered out of the camper and headed back to his room. The world spun and bounced around him. He fell down. Laughing, he got to his feet. Unsteadily, he made his way to the door of his room. Fumbling with the key, he tried a dozen times to get it in.
Suddenly, the door opened. He stood looking blearily at Dawn. He mumbled, "Sorry. Couldn't get it in."
A shocked look came on his daughter's face. John didn't even notice. He was too drunk to care about anything. He staggered in and collapsed onto the bed. Through half-closed eyes, he saw his daughter.
Not a bad-looking gal, he decided. Nice titties, just the right shape to her ass to make it intriguing. What a kick it would be fucking his own daughter. The thought got confused with a dozen others. He just wasn't able to concentrate very long.
"You're smashed, Father dear," Dawn said. Her voice sounded to John as if she were in a cavern. The echoes almost deafened him.
"Damn right, I am. Why don't you put me to bed?"
Dawn licked her lips. This was something new and different for her. She'd heard her mother talk about the few times John had gotten drunk. When he got really blasted, he never remembered anything that went on. Dawn wondered what it was he'd been doing that had made him want to get this drunk.
"Go on, Maureen. Put your loving hubby to bed," John laughed, then hiccuped.
Dawn raised her eyebrows. He was getting her confused with his wife. The girl had always wondered what her old man was like in the sack. This might be the chance to find out. Hadn't Michelle claimed she'd fucked her father? Hadn't she said it was a real trip?
Dawn quietly said, "Want me to undress you?"
"Yeah. Dunno if I can or not."
He struggled to unfasten his shirt. He couldn't begin to cope with the intricate process of getting the button out of the buttonhole. Dawn sat down on the bed, not really intending to do anything more than help him off with his shirt. She managed to get the shirt off. The swim trunks he wore had been put on backward. Dawn wondered what he'd been doing before he'd gotten in this condition.
John began wiggling out of his trunks. In a second, he was naked. His cock was larger—far larger—than Dawn had imagined. It was a monster. To have that in her cunt, pistoning back and forth... She canceled that thought. It was too perverted thinking about seducing her very own father.
"Come here, babe, I wanna make a little love." The man reached out and pulled Dawn down to his body. The girl resisted for a moment, then gave in.
"Sure you want to do this?"
Her voice was trembling. As much as she feared that her father would actually go ahead and fuck her, she was equally afraid he wouldn't.
"Course. Love you. Wanna fuck you!"
The evidence of that statement was slowly growing at his crotch. Dawn watched in fascination as her father's cock inflated like a balloon. Soon, the massive hunk of manmeat was a full nine inches long. Never had she seen such a mighty fucking tool. All the boys she fooled around with had six-inch cocks and were always bragging about it. One had seven—she'd measured it. But nine! That could rip her apart all the way to the chin if her father stuffed it into her cunt hard enough.
That decided the girl. Her father was drunk. And horny. And wouldn't remember what he'd done in the morning. Besides, he was mistaking her for Maureen.
"Go on and unfasten my nightgown. Or do you want me to do it?"
Dawn knew that John was unable to do it himself. She freed herself from his drunken grasp and straightened up. She unfastened the tiny knots at her throat, tits and belly. The filmy nightgown hung open all the way to the girl's thighs.
"Damn fine pussy you got, girl, damn fine!"
He pulled her back to him. Their lips crushed together. For a moment, the girl was repulsed by the smell of booze on the man's breath. But it wasn't as bad as dope. And hadn't she and Jimmy fucked after getting stoned that one night a couple months ago? This wasn't any different.
She opened her lips slightly to allow John's questing tongue to blunder into her mouth. The man might have been drunk, but certain actions were automatic. He couldn't forget how to make love, no matter how far gone he was. He'd have to pass out first.
Their tongues tangled and rolled around in an erotic duel. Dawn loved the way John stroked back and forth on the underside of her tongue with his. Then he began to run his tongue around underneath her lips. He traced out each and every one of her teeth.
She pushed his tongue out of her mouth, using her own. Their rough wet tongues pressed tightly together until John sucked Dawn's into his mouth and lightly trapped it with his teeth. Then he began to suck in earnest. His tongue never stopped caressing and stimulating the girl's tongue, but the sucking added a brand-new dimension to mouth love for her.
When he nibbled on her lower lip, Dawn was surprised to find her cunt beginning to flow out its thin oils. She was getting really hot from her father's lovemaking.
His hands weren't still, either. They had moved down her body and were working over her tits. For a moment, Dawn tried to back out. She knew it was wrong. Then the pleasure of what was happening overpowered her.
How could anything that felt this good be bad?
She snuggled closer to her father's body. His hands moved around her body and cupped her firm, taut ass. As if kneading bread, he started massaging her asscheeks. When his fingers delved between the thick slabs of assflesh, Dawn gasped. This was something none of her other lovers had ever done. And she really dug it!
The feel of fingers pulling her asscheeks apart made her cunt flow even more. When John's index finger moved down, searching for her asshole, Dawn knew that she wasn't going to make him stop. This was too good to ever stop!
His finger wormed its way past the greedy little guardian to her back passage. Dawn gasped at the sudden invasion of her asshole. When John began wiggling his finger inside her, she felt as if ants were crawling all over her insides. Her guts flamed.
She returned the man's kiss with added fervor as her passions were really stirred. She began working her hairy cunt against her father's cock. It was trapped between their bodies. Dawn loved the feeling of the huge cock working back and forth over her pubic mound.
Her juices dripped down and greased their genitals. Rotating her hips, Dawn made sure that her pussylips received their full share of stimulation. The huge cock fit neatly along the length of her cunt slash when she straddled her father's hips. The mighty prick parted her labia and rubbed fluidly along the pink inner lips. Dawn was being driven out of her mind with the sensations hammering into her body.
Each time she moved her hips, the big cock stimulated her until even her toes tingled with excitement.
"Hey, babe, that's good. Never done that before ..."
A light dawned on the teenager. He might have thought he was in bed with Melissa. Their little bout had shown the girl that the nurse wasn't lily white like her traditional costume. She had hidden quirks. Like getting it on with Petey. How she could get a charge out of fucking around with a little kid, Dawn didn't know.
Especially when she could have a nine-inch cock shoved between her legs.
Dawn cooed, "The best is yet to come, dearest!"
Her tits dragged over John's hairless chest. Everything was working in the girl's favor. The cock between her pussylips shook with ill-suppressed lust. And when she jerked her nipples across the sweat-sheened chest of her father, it sent jolts of joy into her body.
She enjoyed the feeling of having her boobs pulled and stretched. As she lowered her full weight onto her father's body, Dawn's boobs were crushed flat. John had reached up and pulled her firmly to him.
"Les cut out the monkey biz, doll. Les get it on!"
"Not yet. Not yet." Dawn wanted this to last as long as possible. She didn't think her father would have any trouble controlling himself. The way his cock pulsed and throbbed, he was hot. But he wasn't so hot that he'd blast off like most of the guys she usually fucked. There was an iron control about him that she liked.
Almost as much as the iron in his prick.
"Aw, cut out the funny stuff. I wanna fuck!" he protested.
In his drunken haze, John wasn't quite sure who it was pressing close to him. The hard points of the tits showed the chick was really turned on. It had to have been something he was doing. He couldn't quite remember what had been going on.
And the warmth around his cock showed that he was rammed full hilt up a nice, juicy little cunt. He wiggled around a little and found the woman straddling his body. He also figured out, in a dazed sort of way, that he wasn't actually inside that cunt. The pussylips were kissing his prick.
Not that he minded. He noticed that one of his hands rested on a naked back. The other hand cupped a delightful handful of ass. No, that wasn't quite right. His other hand rested partly on an asscheek. He had actually shoved his finger all the way into the woman's asshole.
"Hmm, I dunno what's happenin' but les get it on," he repeated drunkenly. He wanted to make sure he got his money's worth. Or was this a whore? No, it couldn't be. That one time at the convention, all the other guys went out and bought themselves women. He hadn't. He'd stayed in the bar getting drunk. Like he was now.
Through the alcoholic fog, he remembered Melissa. But this wasn't Melissa in his arms and around his prick. It had to be someone else. Since it had to be someone else, that left only Maureen.
"Maureen!" he gasped out before her mouth closed over his again.
The way she rocked her hips around suggested a lot more active lovemaking than she usually enjoyed. She was always so passive. She'd just lie there and let him fuck her any way he wanted. Sort of like screwing a corpse sometimes. Not that he minded. A guy had to get his jollies however he could. And they were married. That counted for a lot.
"Hush!" came the whispered command when Dawn's mouth left his again.
The girl continued to rock back and forth. Her pussylips were quivery and alive from the feel of the big cock resting between them. Now and then, the broad head of John's cock would lightly push against Dawn's clit. The girl gasped every time that happened. Her entire body was alive, more alive than she could ever remember it being before.
She started working down her father's body, using her tongue and lips. She found one of his nipples and began licking. He moaned. She knew he must like this turnabout. The salty taste of his sweat spurred her to lick faster, use her tongue to the greatest advantage. Dawn drove her tongue around in a way designed to give her father the maximum possible stimulation.
She was getting really worked up herself. The feel of his cock between her legs was driving her wild with lust. She knew it wouldn't be long before she had to have it inside her, driving hard, delving deep, giving her the ultimate in pleasure.
Dawn had been fucked by some real studs, but she figured that her father would be the best of the lot. And he wouldn't even know it. Irony. But she wasn't going to clue him in. He might come out of that drunken fog and refuse to finish what had already been started.
She raised up on her knees. With her hands on either side of John's body, Dawn lifted her hips and moved until her twat was directly over the crown of his cock. The big purple head looked like the most beautiful thing in the world to her. The magic of his wand would soon light her fire.
Lowering her body and using her hand to guide the nine inches of cock to its target, Dawn hesitated. The tip of her father's cock barely touched her labia. She wasn't sure what she was waiting for. Her pussylips shook and quivered in anticipation for the sudden entry of that cock:
Perhaps it was a sudden attack of morals. Actually getting that lovely prick shoved into her cunt was incest. A sin.
Dawn felt the prong pulsing powerfully in her hand. Her body screamed out for it. She had to do it. A sin? Ha!
The girl relaxed her muscles and let gravity pull her down around the mighty cock. She screamed, "AAAIIIEEEE!" as she was suddenly ripped and torn by the huge dong racing up her tiny cunt.
Plugged, she sat straddled over her father's cock for a few seconds. She hadn't been ripped up. But the sudden invasion of her pussy had been too quick. The cock hadn't been properly lubricated for the journey. And John was twice as big around as any of the kids Dawn was used to fucking.
That was what made the difference. Not only was he long, he was big around. She felt the inner membrane stretch and expand to make room for the huge cock inside her cunt. The jerking prick gave her a brand-new sensation.
"Damn, Maureen, you're tighter than I remember!" John slurred. He wasn't able to focus his eyes. All he could see was the flowing black hair. That had to be his wife.
"You're so biiiiig!" Dawn moaned dreamily. This was paradise. She. could stay here all night long. Her father's prick was the best ever shoved into her cunt. It warmed her, filled her, made her feel all-women. None of her previous lovers had ever done it. And the best was yet to come!
"Fuck it! Fuck me!" John groaned.
Dawn did.
She raised herself. A slow, agonizing inch at a time, John's cock left its warm, snug berth. The internal vacuum formed was excruciating. Dawn felt as if all her guts were being sucked out her cunt. Every internal organ was sure to follow along after John's cock.
There was a lewd smucking noise when the cock popped out from between Dawn's cuntlips. The vacuum died inside her. At that instant, she felt alone, deserted.
"Again, again!" she cried.
She took John's dick in her hand and dragged it back and forth along her pussylips. The gentle feel tickled her, made the hollow feeling in her cunt momentarily vanish. She let her clit duel with the huge sword of the man's cock. It was absurd.
Her clit was less than an inch long. John's cock was an easy nine. But both of them got stimulation and enjoyment out of it. Dawn felt the electric tingles of sexual electricity jolt into her every time her clit locked with the cock.
John wasn't complaining, either. The feel of the girl's hand on his cock made him feel fine. And the touch of the sensitive skin under the head of his cock against the woman's clit made him struggle to keep his jism locked deep down in his balls. He was drunk. He knew that.
He also knew he'd have to work even harder to keep from losing control too early. But damn, the woman was making it hard on him! She was playing with his cock as if she'd never seen it before. She was giving him the full benefit of all her experience. John appreciated it, in a drunken sort of way.
"Back in!" He mumbled. "Get it back in. Cold out there..."
Dawn lifted her hips and brought his cock back to her pussylips once again. This time, she slowly lowered her body around the prick. The pain she'd felt the first time was missing. This was sheer, undiluted joy. There was nothing wrong with the fine feejing of being completely plugged by the massive cock.
It began to dance around inside her juicy cunt. The girl twisted from side to side, stirring it around in her cauldron. Wet, juicy noises echoed out. Dawn could barely hear them. Her head was filled with the wild pounding of blood in her ears. Her heart hammered. Her tits rose and fell in a luscious cascade of erotic flesh. Her entire body was a giant nerve-ending just waiting for the proper stimulation.
"Here it goes!"
She dropped the last couple inches and felt John's cock smash into her deeply buried cervix. It hurt. Bad.
Dawn pulled up and had to be content with not trying to take the full nine inches up her twat. She'd finally found a man longer than she was deep.
She rotated her hips, then squirted the cock out of her. The juice trickling all over their sex organs helped grease them for the faster pace of fucking. Dawn started sliding up and down John's pole like a fireman. Faster and faster she fucked herself.
"Yeah!" he cried. "That's it!"
"Unngh!"
The tides of orgasm were building up inside her. She couldn't form coherent words any longer. All that came out of her lips were parodies of words. She moaned in pleasure. She groaned with the delight of having such a fine cock up her cunt.
The friction began to mount. The faster she rose and fell, the more warmth there was seeping into her cuntal walls. The embers of lust blazed bright inside the teenager's body. The fact that it was her father she was fucking added to her arousal. It was kinky. It was perverted. Everyone said it was wrong, a sin, a crime even.
But how could anything that felt this good be a crime? It just wasn't possible!
Dawn's entire body quivered and sang with the piston strokes of John's cock. She was continually being filled to overflowing with his pecker. When it left her cunt, she was hollow, achingly hollow and alone. She could barely wait to fill herself up again.
She was like a drug addict. She had to have her fix. And the drug she was addicted to was John's prick. Dawn began to lose control of her body. No longer did she have any control over her hip motions. Up and down they drove. She buried the nine inches balls deep in her shivering pussy. It no longer mattered what anyone else thought.
All that counted was her pleasure. And it was great. So great that a deep, powerful, pistoning stroke into her cunt set off her orgasm. It racked her body, shook her like a terrier shakes a rat. Goosebumps popped up on her smooth skin. She shivered and quivered and rejoiced in the ecstasy.
As she was gliding down from her orgasm, she felt the sudden flood of John's jism. It rocketed into her guts. It steamed and burned and set off another climax.
All the time, she frantically pumped her hips up and down to get the most out of John's cock. Long after he'd ceased fountaining his cum, Dawn kept fucking herself on his still-stiff prick.
Only when the man's cock turned into a limp, sleeping snake did the girl stop. She was drenched with sweat. Her cunt dribbled out cum. She was exhausted.
But not as exhausted as her father. He was already asleep.
Dawn climbed off the bed and went over to her own. She trembled in reaction to what she'd done.
But she knew she'd have to treasure this night. It would probably never repeat itself. She would have to be content knowing what her mother experienced in bed.
Dawn decided her mother was a lucky woman. Not many men could fuck as well as John, drunk or sober.