Chapter 6
The first week of June, Lori Phillips' mother went home to spend time with Lori's grandparents. It was a yearly expedition, which Lori was usually forced to accept as part of her own duties to the elders of the family, even though she found both grandparents rather intellectually vacuous and fifty years behind the times. Besides that, her mother's father was a right-wing politico, despite his sixty years, and that was one thing Lori could not hack, no matter how many times her mother told her to ignore it and concentrate on her grandfather's good qualities, which were supposed to be hard work, faithfulness to his wife, and a sound religious belief. But Lori didn't give a fuck about any of those, actually. And this year, she thanked every god in her pantheon, she was not being forced to go along. She was supposed to spend the summer-until mid-August-with her Aunt Lena and Uncle Martin, her mother's brother and his wife, in New York City. Naturally, she had a great deal of preparations to make, but she exaggerated those preparations until her mother suggested maybe she should stay home to get them done. It was what she had hoped for, and it worked. Sometimes, adults could be so easily maneuvered it frightened her. If she saw it, certainly the government saw it-which explained why they juggled people and still managed to keep the super-patriots and other assholes on their side.
Her mother left on a Sunday, taking the second car, a battered VW that was nevertheless in excellent running condition. On Tuesday night, it happened, for it was that night that her father spent bowling with the men he ran around with, and he came home-as usual, as he had so many other Tuesday nights-drunk. He was not a bad man and not a constant drinker; indeed, most weeks he never had anything to drink other than on Tuesday night. And he never came home falling down drunk. He did not have the constitution for that. After a few drinks, he got rather hazy about detail, confused, unable to tell people apart or remember names. If he drank anything after that, he simply passed out and slept it off.
Tuesday night, Lori was sitting in bed, at a quarter until two in the morning, reading a suspense novel. She was taking advantage of the summer now that school had been out last Friday and it was no longer necessary to go to that shitty school every morning at a quarter until eight. She was near the end of the fourth chapter when she heard the front door open, after a bit of fumbling, and remembered that he would be coming home soused again, or at least on the verge of it. She got up and went to the head of the stairs to make sure he made it on his own, an amused smile on her face. He was such a pathetic man when drunk, and she loved him so much-despite his sternness as a father-that she could only look upon such a scene with an air of amused tolerance.
He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, swaying and looked at them as if he were uncertain as to how they should be negotiated. He did not see her yet, and she decided to enjoy a little bit more of the spectacle before informing him of her presence.
He was singing "Scarborough Fair" under his breath. At least, she thought, he did not lose his taste for good music when he was potted.
He started up the stairs, gripping the railing, and made pretty good time, though he stopped now and then to look around himself, as if he wondered how he had gotten to this place, in this time, at this point in his life: very philosophical scowls, like you see on those statues of famous Greeks that they erect in the park for pigeons to use as shitting roosts and mate-making spots.
"Well," Lori said as he came up the last few steps, still unaware of her presence, "congratulations for a job well done, Mr. Phillips. Very few men-even brave men-would have attempted to negotiate that treacherous ascent in your condition."
He looked up, grinned, and grabbed her, though he grabbed her in a way he had never touched her before, crushing her against him, her tits mashed flat to his chest, his hands squeezing her ass, which was bare beneath the gown she wore.
Her cunnie exploded as she felt the large bulk of his semi-erect penis as he ground his pelvis against her, and she came with only that little bit of distant crotch friction. She did not know whether to scream or to cooperate. Suddenly, she remembered how much she had wanted to feel his dick probing her as it probed her mouth, and the thought of having him, even drunk as he was, was almost too much to bear.
"Is she asleep?" he asked, his hands, working the mounds of her ass as he swayed against her. His eyes were bloodshot, but he was still a marvelously handsome man.
"Is who asleep?" Lori asked, unable to comprehend what he was talking about.
"The kid, Lori."
She realized, then, that he was too groggy to remember exactly what the situation at home was. He thought that this was his wife, in his heavily inebriated state, and that Lori was down the hallway, in her room. She wondered whether she should lead him on, should try for a taste of her first adult cock. She knew it was much, much larger than Robbie Marshall's wang, and she grew weak when she thought how much better it ought to be.
"Is she?" he asked. He slipped a hand between her legs, into her bare crotch, and finger-fucked her dripping cunt with a wild, flicking digit, making her fall against him and clutch him as her slot spasmed with minor comes.
"Hey, baby, you're hot!" he gasped, working the finger even faster.
"She's asleep," Lori managed to gasp. "Fuck me," she moaned, not caring about anything now but breaking the taboo, freeing herself from yet more sexual hang ups. She wanted her Daddy, but as a lover might want him, hard and plunged to the center of her soupy fuckpie.
He took her hand and placed it on his crotch.
His cock was rock hard now.
"Like it?" he asked.
"Yes, yes. Soon, please."
He tried to lift her, but they both almost fell down, and at last they walked into her parents' bedroom, where he flopped onto the mattress and looked up at her. "Don' know if I can," he said thickly. "Awful dizzy and silly feeling, honey."
"You can," she said, turning on the amber bedside light.
"For a shor' time," he said. "Only a shor' time."
She unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off him, though he did not offer much help. Her heart was thumping wildly, and her cunt was flowing over with thick, creamy female sop as she contemplated his reaming meat inside her little fuckhole.
"Beauaful," he mumbled. "Yer beauaful tonigh’. "
She worked his belt loose, pulled down his zipper. She pulled his trousers to his ankles, then took off his shoes and socks before stripping the pants completely away. She grabbed his shorts next, the kind of boxer shorts she hated to see on young men, hesitated as she considered what she was doing. Then a desire for him overcame that consideration, and she peeled the shorts away, baring her father's hot cock and the bloated sac of his huge nuts.
"Suck it, baby," he said, grasping her head and pulling her down toward the stiff iron penis hobbling before her.
She resisted at first, never having sucked a cock. She did not know whether she could do it, and she was afraid she would gag and disappoint him.
"Suck it!" he urged, pushing up from the hips as he forced her head down. The smell of his balls and cock excited her so much she broke the hesitation.
"It's beautiful," she said, meaning it, taken with his large prick. It was all of eight inches long, a big, pleasing length of pussy fucker. His balls were each as large as a large plum, in a sac so hairy she could barely see the skin of it.
"It wans yer mouth," he said slowly, thickly.
It did, too. A big bead of come had welled up in the meatus slit and gleamed like a pearl. She licked the hot bead away, shivered at the taste of it, then licked the bulging purple cap like a child greedily devouring a popsicle.
He pushed the meat forward and shoved several inches into her mouth. The blunt end of his fucking tool bumped against the back of her throat, and she quickly angled her head to accept it better. It wasn't gagging at all! Loved sucking the big dork!
"Oh, Mother of God!" he said, humping the wang into his daughter's face.
"Unnhhhhhh ... " Lori moaned as her pussy spasmed while she sucked the monstrous organ. She took it on deep, thrilling trips into her mouth, using tongue and teeth (but those only gently) and lips and cheeks to work the massive cock as she would have if she had had it in her cunt, buried to the nuts between her legs.
"Eat it ... eat it ... cocksucker ... eat it" he was gasping as she sucked him off with the greatest mouth job he had ever felt. Dimly, in the recesses of his alcohol fogged mind, he realized she was so much better than his wife that it could almost not be his wife. But he didn't want to think about that-so he didn't.
Lori was aware that he was close to coming-and that she was giving him better head than he had ever experienced. He kept telling her so, over and over, that she was going to suck his goddamned bones right out, and she was thrilled that she was making a grown man more excited than a grown woman, at least her mother and the other women he had known, had ever been able to do. She flashed her tongue back and forth under the sensitive head of the big dick as he pumped it marvelously in and out of her mouth, grabbed his hairy nuts and rolled them gently in their sac as she ate his meat, urging his sperm out of their spherical receptacles. She did not know whether she could swallow a whole load of sperm, though she was more than willing to try it. She sucked, sucked, sucked ...
"Come ... gonna come, baby ... " he moaned, twisting on the sheets as his long fucker pulsed with the spasms of his climax.
Lori held the tip of his prong between her lips, jerked the great iron length with her hands, and was rewarded by thick wads of come that blew into her pretty little mouth, the sweet essence of his testicles feeding her. It was this seed that had made her, she realized, and as the gooey spunk gushed into her mouth, that thought sent her into another minor cunt spasm of joy. She tried to swallow the steaming seed, but he unloaded three wild jets of slop and the large amount of the come made it impossible to swallow it as swiftly as it was delivered unto her. Strings of it ran out the corner of her mouth, dripped off her chin and spattered on his hairy thighs. But she gobbled up the most of it, sucked and sucked until he had not even a bit of lubricant to follow it. She wiped her chin, licked that off her fingers, then went down and licked the spilled cream off his bare legs.
"Suck me hard so I can fuck you," he urged her, his drunkenness now compounded by a sexual fervor that made him half delirious-just as Lori was half delirious herself.
She put his cock in her mouth, all the soft length of it, wallowed it about. On inspiration she separated his big nuts and placed one of them in her mouth at a time, wallowing the hairy globes about until his prick began to show signs of some life.
She licked his asshole, drove a finger so deep he began to beg her not to stop. But she knew he would spit come across the damn room if she teased his prostate much longer-because his hot dick was now fully erect again, a bulging, beating monster of mottled brown and red, stabbing at the ceiling from between his legs like some artist's conception of a phallic symbol to end all phallic symbols. Now that he had spilled his wad and had more control over the instrument, it had swelled even larger than before until it looked as if the spongy flesh beneath would burst through the tightly stretched skin any moment now.
"Climb on ... " he said. "Tha' cunt needs fucking ... "
"It sure does!" Lori said. But she knew he would fuck his spunk into her, think she was her mother, and she could not afford to be knocked up by her own father. She knew her mother-always a pessimist when it came to the effectiveness of modern drugs-kept a vaginal foam for use in conjunction with her birth control pills. She hopped off the bed, stripped off her pajamas, opened the nightstand and found the can. She sat on the bed, spread her legs, and discharged an enormous amount of the cold foam into the sucking depths of her thermal sex pudding.
She put the foam away, rolled onto the bed, on her back. "You put it in me to begin with," she said.
He grinned, still drunk, arid climbed onto her. He rubbed his dick against her face, pressed it in her hair while his heavy balls hung against her nostrils, giving her another heady whiff of his slightly unclean but thoroughly musky sex. Then he pressed the burning cock against her eyelids, her lips, rubbed it on her neck. He bunched her tits together and stroked it between them as if he were buried in her pussy. He closed his eyes, enjoying it, and she was enjoying like all hell, too!
He punched it at her bellybutton, came at last to her slot. He reached fingers into his daughter's pool of sex juice and slimed his dick until he was ready to enter her, then inserted the tip between her puffed labes and, with one strong, sure movement, fucked his thick meat as deeply into her as it was possible to put it, deeper than Robbie Marshall had ever gotten that night at the Drive-in.
"Mother of God, you're cunt is tight, honey!"
"Faster," she urged. "Fuck, fuck it faster!"
He laughed, built a more strenuous rhythm of slamming balls and cock that had his lovely little daughter bucking and coming and crying out so loudly that, had there been anyone anywhere at all in the house, they would have heard her squeals of joy plainly. She could not imagine how her mother managed to keep her cries below the threshold of screams. He had a wonderful big wang, and he obviously knew exactly how to use it!
"Oh, Daddy ... Daddy ... " she groaned as she lost control of her body and came and came to the punishing attack of his sliding tool.
He did not notice, but humped her with renewed strength, humping until she thought she could not take another come, that another climax would blow her sweet box to smithereens. Then he gasped, grabbed her tits, rose, biting his lips, and poured the chugging wads of his second climax into her pretty hole, deep into her soft, wet tissues where the foam ate it and broke it down and destroyed it before it could fertilize the egg she carried.
He fell off her then, rolled onto his back, and was asleep in less than two seconds.
Lori lay there, panting, her heart in her throat. Christ what a great fuck that had been! It was worth five of Robbie Marshall's! She dropped a hand to her tender pussy and brought it away slimed with his come. She used sphincter muscles to cut off the opening of her furry hole and kept the globs of foam and sperm from staining the bedclothes. She got up, her legs like strings of spaghetti, and picked up his clothes threw them on a chair as if he had come home, stripped, and fallen instantly into sleep.
She licked his limp dick free of come, dried it in her long blond hair, kissed it tenderly. She picked up her pajama tops, turned out the light, left the room, closing the door behind, and walked, somewhat bow-legged, back to her room where she slept the sleep of angels.
In the morning, he seemed to remember none of it, though he asked her whether he came in late last night and what condition he was in. When she said she hadn't noticed, but had been asleep, he seemed relieved. He apologized for it, which was not necessary. His dick had apologized more than all the words he could say. Her cunnie still thrilled at the thought of how he had felt buried to the balls in her dripping sex ...