Chapter 9
"Yeah, suck that dick, bitch! Suck on Daddy's big fuckin' dick!" Roger Lipscotch growled thickly, taking another swig of beer.
About six crumpled cans of beer on the kitchen table gave testament to the fact that the hulking, sadistic trucker was pretty smashed.
He was wearing a sweat stained tee shirt and nothing else. He was leaning back in one of the kitchen chairs, his legs spread wide.
His hands were clutched around the back of Vicky Lipscotch's head, forcing her face down between his thighs.
The lusciously lovely fourteen year old blonde had her raspberry red lips wrapped wantonly around her lusty father's large, bulging penis.
She was sucking it hungrily, her face flushed, her tongue wriggling back and forth beneath the pulsating shaft, her gullet constricting and stretching as his enormous whanger drove its way deep into her throat.
Vicky was naked, and her small pale creamy titties wobbled as shudders of delight fanned through her quivering fourteen year old body.
She ran her little hands along the insides of her Daddy's calves and thighs, riffling the wiry hairs that sprouted there thickly, and tracing his bands of muscle through the flesh.
Through his drunken haze, Roger felt dully, animalistically triumphant. He gazed down at his beautiful blonde daughter with smoldering, rapacious eyes.
He grinned wolfishly. He'd transformed the sweet innocent blonde girl into a whorish slave in less than twenty-four hours!
Hell, he should have started fuckin' his slut bitch daughters years ago. They were just like their mother, anyway. Whores! They needed to be subjugated by a brutal, masterful man to brutality and lust.
It was eleven a.m. on Monday morning. Roger Lipscotch had told Vicky to stay home from school because he thought she had a fever.
Actually, Barbie was pretty exhausted from the strenuous night of hot, hard sex she had had with her seemingly insatiable father.
At first, his brutal masculinity had frightened and hurt her, but gradually, it began to thrill through her and excite her like nothing had ever excited her before.
Before the night was over, her sheets were drenched in sweat, and she and Daddy had taken a long hot shower together, a shower which had ended with Roger licking her hot, throbbing cunt to orgasm.
Now, with Barbie safely in school, Roger had his hot slut of a fourteen year old child all to himself.
He let her sleep till ten thirty, and sat restlessly in the kitchen, guzzling beer and lewdly stroking his rock hard cock with his grimy fist.
Then, he went into her room and began to kiss and paw her, licking her luscious creamy adolescent body and making her suck on his prick.
He brought her down in the kitchen, and ordered her to crouch on the floor in front of him and suck him off while he watching the morning news on television.
His mind, of course, was not on the news. He dimly heard something about Roman Polanski being accused of some crime or another, but he was too drunk and too excited by the hot, swarming lips and tongue around his bulging, vein-etched truncheon to care much about the plight of a Polish film director.
He also didn't hear the sound of the front door bang closed. It was as if history was repeating itself, only now, his older daughter was going to catch him and Vicky getting it on!
When Barbie got to school Monday morning, she felt wonderful. She was bright and cheerful and walking on a cloud.
She couldn't wait to see Curt again! The mere thought of him made butterflies flutter in her belly.
She went dreamily to her locker and bent down to get out her books. Crouching in this position, she unwittingly became an eavesdropper of a conversation occurring between two male students just around the corner.
"Curt nailed her!"
"Yeah, who?"
"That hot little chick, Barbie Lipscotch!"
"Yeah? Who says?"
"Curt, dummy! He played his old smooth ploy; coaxed her to Lothario Peak and flattered her, and then fucked her silly! He says she's a regular wild cat and scratches when she comes!"
The two guys guffawed coarsely.
"Shee-it, I wish I could get my hands on her!"
Barbie staggered away from her locker in a numb, shocked haze. No, it couldn't be true! It just couldn't! Had he just used her? Had he played a horrible joke on her? My Lord, the whole school would know!
Barbie had never felt so humiliated in all her life, and so betrayed. A black cloud of depression descended on her.
She sat through her first class in an utter daze, not hearing a word the teacher was saying.
She walked like a zombie out into the hall, and nearly bumped smack into Curt Davis.
"Hey, there baby! How's tricks?" he said, beaming at her lewdly and winking broadly.
A couple of guys trailing after him snickered loudly.
Barbie felt her rage boil up inside of her like a living thing. She found herself suddenly in a moment of icy calm, and she turned cold green eyes onto the jock and said coolly, "Pretty good, asshole. Sure is a lot more fun than wasting an afternoon on Lothario Peak with a guy who can't ever get his prick up! Sure you're not a fag, darling? I thought I smelled Chanel No. 5 on your cheek."
She flounced away, retaining with savage satisfaction the mingled expressions of shock, amazement and anger which rushed over Curt Davis' face.
The guys behind him roared ever louder, but now they were laughing with Barbie Lipscotch, not at her.
Barbie was livid. She could hardly speak she was so angry and upset. There was no way she was going to make it through the rest of the day.
She marched out of the school, and started to walk home, taking deep breaths, her temples pounding with important anger and bitterness.
The son of a bitch had USED her! He had toyed with her emotions like a cat plays with a mouse! The son of a bitch!
It didn't take her too long to get home, and she was so wrapped up in her problems that she didn't announce her presence.
She went straight to her room, threw her books on the bed and tossed off her sweater.
She was wearing a sexy white halter top which deliciously accentuated her sloping chest and bare, trim midriff.
She also had on a short blue skirt which ended shockingly close to her hips. Her long, lovely legs were delectably visible.
She kicked off her shoes with a querulous sigh, and marched out of the room. She'd fix herself some tea. Maybe that would calm her down.
Boy, what she really needed was a drink!
Barbie marched straight into the kitchen through the swinging door and came very close to colliding with her father and sister.
All three of them gave sharp cries of surprise at the sudden unexpected encounter.
"My LORD!" Barbie managed to squeal.
"SHEE-IT!!" Roger grunted hoarsely.
"MMMMPHHFF!!" Vicky mumbled desperately.
Barbie's eyes nearly bulged out of her head in shock. Her head spun. What was this?? Her baby sister was sitting wantonly on her knees before their own father, lasciviously sucking his enormous throbbing sex tool!
Roger's drunken eyes drank in the sight of his nubile older daughter standing rigidly in front of him.
He saw how incredibly attractive she was. His eyes raked over her slender, curvaceous figure.
With a growl, he leaned forward and slid an arm around her waist, drawing her roughly against him.
Barbie gasped as her father forced his rugged face against hers. His hard, wide mouth clamped over hers, and she felt his tongue shoot between her lips and swirl around inside.
She gave a mumbled exclamation of protest, pushing frantically against her father with her hands, trying to break his vise-like grip.
Roger drew his face back, and snarled into her face, his features contorted with drunken rage.
"Give in, you bitch!" he roared.
His hand slapped hard across her cheek, knocking her head to one side and making her head spin and her cheek burning.
A shock of fear cascaded through her. She better than to fight her father when he was in a mood like this. Her heart beat violently in her chest, and her senses were confused and dazed.
"Keep suckin', slut," Roger growled, pressing Vicky's face down brutally in his lap.
Then, he grabbed hold of the front of Barbie's halter top and with one savage wrench, tore the garment off of her.
He grunted in approval as he ogled the creamy, bouncing jugs that were revealed.
"Hell, Barbie, you got nice tits!" Roger Lipscotch said gruffly.
He leaned forward and clamped his hard hot lips around his older daughter's jutting, resilient breast. His tongue darted lewdly back and forth across the strawberry hued nipple, making it quickly grow erect as a rivet.
Barbie whimpered in sudden pleasure, her head spinning. She couldn't believe it! She was actually getting turned on by having her own sadistic, beer-sodden father suck her tits and manhandle her luscious fifteen year old body!
She glanced down and saw her younger sister's blonde head rhythmically bounce up and down as Vicky continued to noisily suck and slurp at her Daddy's enormous, pulsating, ten inch prick.
Roger pressed his mouth hungrily to Barbie's other tit, suckling it voraciously while he tweaked and strummed the other nipple with his forefinger and thumb.
Roger grunted in satisfaction. His fantasy had come true!! He was getting it on with both of his gorgeous, nubile daughters!!
Roger ran his hands down Barbie's slender waist, pausing to caress and squeeze her body greedily, continuing to suck and nibble at her bobbing boobs.
He gripped her tightly around the waist and gave a drunken grunt as he suddenly lifted his daughter in the air, his biceps bulging impressively.
"Put your legs on either side of my head on the table!" he ordered gruffly.
With a choked sob, Barbie obeyed him, sliding her shapely legs straight out on either side of his head, so that her knees brushed against his ears and her soft, lambently fringed muff was directly in front of his flushed face.
"I'm gonna eat out your hot sluttish pussy, bitch!" Roger said huskily.
He slid his hands beneath her buttocks, clenching the supple orbs of creamy flesh tightly in his fingers as he jerked her body forward, mashing his face salaciously between her legs.
He thrust out his tongue, licking it along the inside of her trembling thigh until it feathered over the soft fringe of pubic hair lining her puckered pussy lips.
Barbie gave a moan of delight as her father's tongue swept rapidly up and down her juicy slit, swirling around the erect, throbbing button of her clitoris, sending delightful electric shocks of rapture through her wanton young body.
Roger Lipscotch grunted with salacious excitement, mashing his mouth lewdly to his trembling fifteen year old daughter's hot sex.
He sucked and ate out the quaking orifice, thrusting his tongue deeply into her tight, unctuous hole and wiggling it around, tasting her bountiful fluids as they cascaded from her quivering loins.
"OOOOH!! Y-YEES! D-DADDY! MMMMM!" she gasped almost hysterically, tears of joy brimming in her eyes.
She dug her hands into the short bristles of hair on his bullet-shaped head, tugging frantically at him, undulating her hips lasciviously against his face.
As he ate her out, Roger slowly ran his fingers deeply into her crack, lewdly probing her winking anus with the stub of his middle finger.
He stroked his finger in lewd circular movements over the circle of flesh, flailing her twitching twat with his tongue vigorously.
Barbie was getting delirious with lust, heaving her hips lustily against her father's face, moaning with delight as she felt his hot, swarming mouth and tongue squelch over her pussy again and again.
She was dimly aware of a pressure against her tender rosebud of an anus, and she gave a sharp gasp as his finger suddenly pushed its way inside of her tight, clenching rectum, sending a stab of shooting pain through her bowels.
But the pain was almost instantly replaced by billowing feelings of pleasure, and her ass got hotter and hotter with excitement.
She wiggled her hips wantonly, and Roger sank his thick finger in to the second joint inside her tight, furnace hot colon.
He began to fuck it in and out vigorously, sluicing his tongue rapidly up and down and around her quaking twat.
Barbie's eyes shot open and she gave a strangled scream, digging her fingers into her father's bobbing head and pushing her pelvis frantically to and fro, alternately skewering herself on his finger and on his tongue.
She felt the buildup of a mind-boggling orgasm spread rapidly through her quivering tummy.
She sobbed aloud, "OOOOOOH, D-DADDY! I - I'M GOING TO COME, DADDY! I'M GOING TO COME!! AIEEEEEEEE!!"
She threw back her head and uttered a guttural shriek of rapture, violent spasms wracking her luscious, trembling body.
She gave a low, ecstatic sob, her hot juices splashing copiously over her father's wiggling tongue.
Her head spun and her body felt gloriously wrung out. Her own father had made her come with his salacious, thrusting tongue!!