Chapter 6
Cynthia Haley was on the verge of womanhood, but just looking at the high-breasted, slender brunette you knew she had the juiciest cherry in Bascom Bay.
And no one knew it better than her own father, Jeff Haley.
At lunch that Tuesday, the passionate encounter between the office manager and his lusty secretary was just a bit milder than usual. Sally was always a hot, frantic piece regardless of how thoroughly she'd gone at it the night before, or with whom, but on this noon hour the redhead seemed a little distracted, lacked a certain hungry fire in her ravenous blow job, swung her hips almost casually as she leaned over his desk for a rear assault, and to Jeff's surprise, showed no interest at all in a third go-around.
Sally also deftly evaded answers to his pointed questions about the new girl, and Jeff figured the insatiable redhead had gotten to the girl and now wanted her all to herself.
His calculations were one hundred percent correct.
And no matter how much torrid satisfaction Sally gave him with her wild lips and fiery slit and luscious ass, Jeff couldn't get his mind off his daughter Cindy.
Tonight his wife was going to the city to spend the night with her sister -- or so she said. Which would leave him alone in the house with the young virgin.
Alone with his fierce, pounding urges. And his beautiful, innocent daughter.
By closing time at five o'clock, Jeff Haley's mind was firmly made up. It was tonight or never, God dammit.
After all, juicy little cherries didn't grow on trees. And to hell with the risks, the moral issues and the consequences. He knew what he had to do, or lose his mind. He was going to take Cindy's sweet little cherry.
As good girls went, Cynthia Haley, called Cindy by almost everyone, was in a class of virtue all by herself. She didn't smoke cigarettes or dope, didn't touch alcohol, took her gymnastics class quite seriously, was an A student in every subject, and one of the most popular and lovable girls in town. She was sweet, friendly and constantly cheerful, calmly ignoring her mother's bitchiness and basking in her father's affection.
Cindy was almost too good to be true. There always had to be a crack in such a bright shield of virtue, but if there was, none of the boys who dated her could find it. She would neck only up to a certain point, never allowing them to touch her below the waist, although she allowed a small amount of tit-fondling and French-kissing. She insisted she was saving her virginity for her wedding night, a remark that cracked up the easier girls in town, but which she meant quite earnestly.
There was a crack in Cindy's virgin armor, a secret so shameful and sordid her face turned beet red whenever she thought about it. The truth was, Cindy finger-fucked herself. She was intelligent enough, however, to know that in itself this was no sin. But what went on in her feverish mind as she lustfully pistoned two fingers in and out of her tight pussy was the source of her profound shame.
Because Cindy had erotic fantasies about her own father, whom she adored. She actually imagined him fucking her whenever she masturbated, whispering romantic things in her ear as he plowed his immense hard-on deep into her thrilled cunt.
Cindy was sharp enough to find boys her own age and even older quite boring. She admired her father's rugged good looks and mature, easygoing charm, and if she'd known that millions of wholesome girls her age went through the same fantasies about their fathers as they passionately masturbated, she would have felt much better.
Any psychiatrist would have told her such a phase was normal for her age, that she would soon outgrow it.
What the psychiatrist did not know, however, was that Cindy's father shared the same obscene desires, only on a much more vivid and depraved scale.
Or that he intended to do something about them tonight.
Whenever her mother was gone, Cindy cooked her father's dinner and served it to him, fussing over him with tenderness. Tonight she cooked a fancy French dish, translated as chicken in wine and mushrooms, and she sighed adoringly as she watched her father devour it with satisfaction.
Smoking an after-dinner cigarette, Jeff felt a colossal hard-on straining at his pants as he gazed at his daughter. Her long chestnut hair shimmered softly, framing an angelic face with full, curved lips and lustrous dark eyes. Her slenderness was rapidly blossoming out with lusciously rounded tits that filled out her T-shirt, sensuously molded hips beneath a narrow waist and legs good enough to model nylons for the biggest department store in town.
She was on her way to becoming a stunner, a knockout of mouth-watering proportions in a few more years. She could easily have become a stewardess or a model, but Cindy scorned both occupations as requiring no talent or brains, just looks and a frozen smile.
She wanted, of all things, to be a librarian.
After dinner, Cindy did the dishes and then went to her room to study homework, stripping and putting on a terry-cloth robe for comfort. In his own bedroom, Jeff stripped for the shower, his red prick looming out massively, primed for action. One of his hottest desires was to take a shower with Cindy, to soap her gorgeous tits and lovely ass down, run his hands over her silky curves in a frenzy of delight.
He started down the hallway to the shower when he paused outside his daughter's door. Now or never, he promised himself, his heart hammering against his ribs.
He knocked on her door and quickly opened it. She sat cross-legged on the bed, her smooth legs bared, poring over a stack of books.
"Hey, kid," he said nonchalantly, "I'm gonna take a shower. How about soaping down my back?"
She blinked her eyes at him in surprise. "You're kidding, Dad!"
He grinned at her, his hard-on feeling like a lump of molten steel between his thighs.
"No, I'm not kidding, Cindy," he said in a serious voice. "Just want you to soap my back down, that's all. Come on."
Without waiting for her reply, he padded to the bathroom. He knew she would follow, because Cindy never disobeyed him. She would be a little frightened, excited too, probably, but she'd come. And curious, very curious too, at her age.
He slipped off his bathrobe and stepped under the warm spray, listening intently. He heard the bathroom door open, and he slid open the glass shower door. Cindy still wore her robe, but her face was deeply flushed and her eyes had a bright sheen. They went down to his massive cock and she swallowed hard, her face turning crimson.
It was at that moment that Jeff realized his sweet, wholesome daughter wanted him as badly as he wanted here. She was awkward and embarrassed and frightened, but she was hot for him, that much was certain.
"Take off your robe and come on in," he told her hoarsely.
She bit her lip, hesitating. "Dad, I -- what are you going to do?" she whispered.
"What we both want, Cindy," he said, staring into her huge eyes. "Come on, baby, bring it in here," he added softly. "I need you tonight. It's time I taught you the facts of life anyway..."
Staring at his immense prick, Cindy began panting with profound excitement. She couldn't remember the number of times she'd finger-fucked herself and dreamed about wanton, delicious sex with her father. What was only idle fantasy was about to become stark, shattering reality. While one part of her mind told her it was wrong, perverted, depraved, her pussy was throbbing feverishly, aching, and her tits were swollen with raw desire.
God he had an enormous cock! Bluer than she'd imagined by far!
Hypnotized by his crimson hard-on, by the giant drop of cream oozing out of the knob, Cindy slowly took off her robe.
"Jesus!" her father muttered, his eyes widening. She had an incredibly sexy body naked, flawless satiny skin, beautiful high-standing tits with bright pink nipples which were now fat with lust, the most ravishingly inexplicable ass he'd ever seen in his life, and between her thighs was a delicate silky nest of cunt-hairs, glistening with her wet juices.
She stepped into the shower with him and hugged her trembling flesh to his muscled nakedness.
"Oh God, Daddy," she moaned, feeling his giant knob crushing into her soft belly, pounding with fierce desire. "Oh Dad, don't hurt me with it! Oooo, I'm excited!"
For a minute Jeff played with her ripe naked ass, wildly excited at the feel of her hot tits digging into his chest, at the knowledge that he was going to pierce her juicy cherry, all three of her cherries!
His naked daughter was so luscious in the flesh, so fantastically silken and sleek, he hardly knew where to begin.
He started soaping her down under the warm spray, rubbing suds on her hotly panting tits, pinching their swollen nipples gently. Then he knelt before her and worked her belly over, then her inner thighs, turning her around to soap her smooth trembling ass-cheeks, planting a kiss on each one -- hardly a fatherly kiss. By now, Cindy was moaning feverishly and shaking, her pussy on fire with mad excitement, gushing hot cunt-honey in preparation.
"Do it to me, Daddy!" she whispered, sobbing. "I'm so hot I could scream!"
She grasped his cock tip her fist and began jerking it clumsily, but the contact was so lewdly arousing Jeff almost shot off on the spot.
Thanks to Sally, he didn't.
The wild nympho had taken the sharp edge off his lust at lunch-time, and, if she hadn't, Jeff would have gotten his rocks off all over the shower just staring at Cindy in the nude.
Jeff turned her around so that she faced the tiled shower wall. He showed her how to place her palms against it and lean forward and spread her legs wide, as if she were going to be frisked by the cops.
Then, his prick throbbing fiercely, he guided his huge boiling knob against her soft cunt-lips. He eased it in and, as a wanton moan escaped Cindy's throat, he let out a wild hiss of pleasure. He'd expected her to be tight and hot, but this cherry was an utterly luscious, juicy, squirming little mass of feverish cunt, so eager and hotly sucking as he slid his cock in he shuddered in waves of raw excitement.
"Oh, Daddy, it -- ooooo! -- it only hurts a little!" his daughter sobbed, gripping his hard-on powerfully in her narrow slit. "Be good to me... so hot... gonna come soon!"
The reason it only hurt a little was that Jeff had only half his prick rammed up her, fiery cunt. Now he grasped his daughter's lush tits in his hands and began pounding into her juicy slit with caution, groaning and gasping at the breathtaking sensations her boiling pussy was giving him, his lust growing hotter each time he lunged forward and her burning ass-cheeks ground against his hairy crotch.
Half-girl, half-woman, her glossy hot flesh trembling madly in the shower as Jeff fucked her with quickening strokes from behind, Cindy began climaxing at the feel of her father's immense cock pumping into her tight pussy. None of her delicious fantasies could match this! She jerked her ass back eagerly to meet his lunges, her deep natural passion awakening in a blaze of thrills.
Cindy cried out and reared back her head as she began spraying cunt-juice over Jeff's stroking dick, a molten orgasm spreading hot tingles to every sleek inch of her flesh. There was something about losing her cherry in the shower to her own father that was tremendously exciting to the girl, making her feel guilty and obscene and fantastically hot.
"Coming again, Daddy!" she screamed, wriggling her bare ass feverishly, clasping his thick cock in a frenzy. Now the teenage brunette swung her hips up and down in a delirium as she came again, the bursting pressure of his gigantic hard-on ripping deep to spark nerve-tingling jolts of pleasure in her cunt.
Jeff groaned and thrust almost to the hilt in his lusty excitement, one hand leaving her bouncing tits to slide down over her belly and find her clit. He tickled it rapidly as he plowed to a savage rhythm, and Cindy's screams of bliss tore through the shower like a knife.
Now he was beginning to come too, his jism spurting in sharp hot torrents into her silken pussy, and father and daughter went into spasms of panting lust, Cindy pounding the shower wall with her fists to vent her intense ecstasy.
He continued getting his rocks off for a solid two minutes, her madly sucking cunt draining him with lewd power, her entire naked body on fire with sex.
Then, heaving for breath, Jeff slipped his limp cock out and, moaning feverishly, his daughter whirled around and hugged him, rubbing her burning tits passionately to his chest.
"It was wild, Daddy, terrific!" she sobbed. "Do it to me again, please, more!"
"We'll finish showering first," he told her hoarsely, running his fingers over her wet hot ass, knowing that that cherry would be extremely painful for her -- and wildly exciting for him.
He dried her down tenderly in the bathroom, toweling the satiny flesh with trembling fingers, his prick harder than it had ever been by the time he finished. Sally was hot stuff, all right, a wild, ball breaking piece of ass, but she couldn't begin to excite him like Cindy, whose sleek soft body and ripening curves were the hottest stimulant he'd ever had.
Naked, they went back to her bedroom, Jeff playing with her luscious naked ass on the way. Now that he'd taken her cherry in a swift, shattering episode in the shower, getting the wild animal out of his system for the time being, he decided to turn her on to sixty-nine. Her lips were sensuous and ripe beyond her years, showing great promise for oral sex.
But first, to break her in gently, he'd go down on her little pink pussy. Panting eagerly for more, Cindy lay back on her bed with her thighs spread, one knee drawn up, exposing her gently sucking cunt. She moaned loudly when Jeff sucked on her tits first, tonguing each nipple in turn to make it quiver with heat and tension. Then he slid his lips down over her satiny belly, hunching on his knees between her wide-spread thighs.
Cindy didn't know what to expect, although she assumed he'd lick her pussy. He was hoisting her trembling as in his hands now, showering hot kisses on her inner thighs and around her curly dark fringe of pussy-hairs.
Her first fuck had left the girl incredibly aroused and hungry for more. The difference between masturbating herself -- the only sex she'd ever known -- and having her father's huge cock ramming deep in her cunt to thrill her with shattering pleasure had left her loins in a state of white-hot eagerness.
And she sensed that at least half of her madden ins excitement was due to the fact that her first sex was with her own ruggedly handsome father, with all the accompanying feelings of shame and guilt and doing something shockingly forbidden -- which made it twice as much fun!