Chapter 6
A few days later everyone was at the Morgan's for a barbeque. Even though Steve would have liked to stay near Cindy, he was, unfortunately, cast in the role of host, not to mention that of grownup. It was up to him to talk to Marsh and Helen, and to keep the drinks coming.
Cindy, Scott and Robin were off in a corner by themselves, laughing and talking the way kids do. Both Cindy and Robin were vying for Scott's attention, each of them hoping to be the one he would honor with a good, royal fucking. Both girls were very horny.
During the past few days they had had sex numerous times, in as many ways and combinations as they could think of. But it seemed to Robin that she grew only hornier with each fucking. In the back of her mind was the lewd thought that there was only one way she could ever reach total, ultimate satisfaction-by being raped. Really raped.
As she glanced around the room, she noticed for the hundredth time that her father was staring at her. She had been noticing this all day. It seemed that every time she looked his way, he was staring hard at her. And she noticed a strange expression in his eyes, especially when she paid special attention to Scott.
Like now, for instance. Robin was squeezing Scott's arm, as she cuddled up to him on the couch. She told him how muscular he was, and how she admired his strength. She glanced up and saw her father glaring at her. She didn't get it. Then suddenly she thought she did understand. Scott was her brother, and her father was probably shocked by her behavior. She was so obviously turned on by her big brother that he must have noticed. She had been stupid enough to let her feelings show!
She was so much in love with her brother that it no longer mattered to her that he was her brother. Well, it mattered, but only in that it made their sex all the more exciting, all the more "forbidden." But of course her father wouldn't see it that way. She had better cool it. She inched away from Scott, resolved to put on a good act in front of her parents.
She glanced at her father once more and was horrified that it was too late to put on an act. He was walking right toward her with a stern expression on his face! Oh God, she thought, let me be wrong. She tried to signal Scott but he was engrossed in what Cindy was saying as she cooed through her full, sensual lips.
Marsh Page reached his daughter and he looked down at her with a severe expression. Oh Lord, Robin thought, here comes the lecture from the school principal!
"Robin, please come back to the house with me right now. I need to talk to you at once!" Without waiting for her reply, he walked away.
Scott and Cindy didn't even glance at them as Marsh and Robin walked back to their house. Her father was marching ahead of her, so she ran a few yards to catch up with him. She was afraid to ask him what was wrong. They just marched into the house silently, side by side.
Once in the living room, Marsh gestured toward the couch and Robin sank into it. She was frightened. She had no idea how she would ever get out of this.
Her father turned his back to her and stood with his legs wide apart, and his arms crossed across his chest.
"Robin, I know that you and Scott have been ... have been ... well ... fucking each other. And I'm shocked and disappointed." His voiced sounded sad and, for just a second, Robin felt pity for him.
"No, Daddy! Really! I...."
"Don't deny it, Robin dear. I overheard Scott talking to Cindy about it. Besides, I would have known anyway, from the way you and Scott hang all over each other!" Now he sounded angry again, and Robin had never known such fear.
"Your very own brother, Robin. How could you?" His voice cracked with emotion. He was still not facing her. She saw him uncross his arms and do something with his hands in front of him Probably straightening his shirt, she thought.
"Was he the first, Robin? Were you a virgin before he ... uh ... fucked you?" There was an urgency to his question that Robin didn't completely understand. There was something wrong about all this, something going on between her and her father. But Robin didn't know what it was.
"Yes, Daddy. I was a virgin. Scott was the first!" Robin answered, unable to suppress the pride and excitement in her voice.
"That's what I thought. That's why I'm so disappointed in you, Robin!" her father said in a voice filled with some emotion that Robin couldn't identify.
"Why, Daddy? What do you mean?" Robin asked, her voice quavering now.
"I mean, Robin dear, that I wanted to be the one to pop your sweet, tight cherry, and your bastard of a brother beat me to it!"
Robin barely had time to gasp in shock at her. father's words before he whirled to face her, his stiff, large cock jutting out from his open fly. So that's what he had been doing with his hands!
Robin had never felt such shock or such lust. She still couldn't quite believe that her father, the upright Marsh Page, wanted to fuck his daughter. But oh, how she hoped he would!
Marsh sat on the couch next to Robin. He took her hands and laid his big, throbbing cock in her soft palms.
"You see, Robin dear, I've wanted this for so long. I wanted to feel your cherry burst with my cock. But I bet you're still pretty tight!" His voice was ragged with lust and pleading.
Robin still hadn't said a word. She was too surprised. But the feel of her own father's big cock throbbing in her hands brought her out of her trance, and she began to stroke the hard cock-meat, pulling on the cock-flesh gently, up and down.
Her father moaned and sank back on the couch. "Oh please, Robin, you will let me fuck you, won't you?" he pleaded.
Robin stood and walked to the door.
"No, no, Robin! Don't leave me like this! Please! I'll do whatever you say, but please, for God's sake, let me fuck you!"
Robin hesitated. There was no point in telling her father that the only reason she had walked to the door was to lock it so they could fuck in private! Might as well make this pay off. She turned to face him, her hands on her narrow hips.
"Well, all right," she said, as though she had just made up her mind. "You can fuck me if you do me a favor."
"Anything you say, darlin'," her father said, his voice filled with desperation. "What do you want?"
"Later. First we fuck. Then I'll tell you what I want," she said, making it sound as though the fucking would be only for her father. Ha! If he only knew, she thought, feeling her pussyjuice beginning to ooze out from her cunthole.
"Okay, Robin. Fine." Her father was already tearing his clothes off. Robin locked the door and quickly removed her shorts and skimpy halter top.
They were both naked now. Robin took her father's hand and led him down the hallway toward her room. She was enjoying this feeling of power she had over him. He had always been the one in charge, and she had always been somewhat in awe of her masterful father. But no longer. His lust had reduced him to a babbling child. And that's how she would treat him.
Robin flopped onto her bed. She told her father to straddle her chest. He hesitated.
"But, Robin, I just want to fuck you!" He sounded like a spoiled child, Robin thought.
"Just do it, Daddy!" she ordered, fully enjoying this reversal of roles.
Marsh did what his daughter told him to do. He straddled her big-titted chest. Robin hugged his no throbbing prick between her huge, luscious tits.
Marsh was really turned on now. He loved the way his sexy, young daughter had taken command of the situation. He couldn't wait to cram his aching dick up her hot snatch. In the meantime, though, what she was doing now felt damned good too!
Robin's mammoth tits were flushed and sweating profusely now. She hugged her daddy's cock tightly between them and rubbed it against her titflesh. Over and over she squeezed her silken tits tightly against his pulsating prick.
Marsh was moaning now, bucking his hips into his daughter's hot tits. God, he had never seen such huge tits! They were just gorgeous! This tit-fucking was making him so hot that he almost shot his wad between her tits. But no, he told himself, hold back. Save it for her cunt. It'll be worth it.
Robin was as hot as her father now. She felt small ripples of pleasure deep in her cunthole, making her tremble with anticipation. But still she worked her feverish tits on her daddy's twitching cock. Then she knew she couldn't wait any longer. She had to get that huge, throbbing cock-meat up her twat. The horny teenager quickly released her father's huge cock from her hot, tingling tits.
"Now, Daddy! Fuck me now!" she commanded.
Marsh didn't need to be asked twice. "Dog-style," he whispered.
Robin was pleased. That would be a first for her. With her father guiding her, Robin scooted to the edge of the bed and hunched over on her elbows and knees with her sexy ass jutting out invitingly.
Marsh was terribly excited. This was one position that his wife, Helen, absolutely refused to do. For that matter, their sex life was so poor that lately he couldn't get her to do it in any position! He'd give anything if he could find a way to loosen her up, to get her to enjoy sex!
He got off the bed, his big, thick cock twitching and jerking in front of him. He had never felt so hard before. He felt proud, knowing that Robin would love the fucking he was about to give her.
He stood at the edge of the bed and aimed his prick at her small, pink cunt, which glistened and throbbed beneath her lily-white asscheeks.
He gripped her soft ass in one hand and held it firm. Then he placed the huge knob of his cock against her hot, throbbing cuntlips, and slowly eased his prick inside.
"Ooooooh, Daddy!" Robin yelled. "You're so big! Just like Scott! It's so good! Oooooh, yeah! Shove it all the way in, sweet Daddy. Don't worry about hurting me! I love it!"
Marsh held his daughter's silky asscheeks tightly in his hands and worked his huge tool in inch by inch. "Ohhh, baby, you're so tight! You feel so damned good! God, how I need to fuck your sweet, young cunt!"
"Yeah, Daddy, fuck it! All the way! Fuck me hard, Daddy!" Robin's ass was twitching with excitement now, and it was all her father could do to hold it steady as he continued to guide his big rod into her gaping, wet pussy.
"Oh, Robin, your cunt is so wet. You really love this, don't you?" he asked lustily.
"God, yes, Daddy! I need your cock! Shove it up hard!"
Marsh shoved his prick as hard as he could, sending it deep into his daughter's cunthole. Her cunt-muscles were already busy at work, squeezing and milking his big dick.
Marsh felt a thrill as he watched his daughter's slippery cunt eagerly swallow his cock. He stood behind her with his legs spread wide, and began fucking her cunt harder and faster. He could feel her cunt sucking at his dick, begging it to come, to spill its load into her pussyhole. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long. He hadn't fucked anyone in quite a while and the thrill of finally being able to fuck his own kid made him so hot that he could feel his jizz boiling up in his balls, threatening to explode any second.
Robin closed her eyes, and thrust her ass back to meet her father's rock-hard rod. She tried to slow him down by moving more slowly but it didn't work. He was too hot. Oh well, she sighed to herself, she was pretty close to coming herself. Just as she thought that, she began to come.
While, her father continued to pump his prick in and out of her dripping pussyhole, Robin moaned and tossed her head back wildly.
"Ooooh, Daddy, I'm coming!" She moaned wildly as wave after hot wave of orgasm swept over her trembling body. Still coming, she ground her naked ass against her father's hairy crotch, squeezing every bit of pleasure that she could from her climax.
Hearing his daughter moan like that, and knowing it was his cock which made her so hot, brought Marsh over the edge and he began to come, too. "Ahhhh ... ahhhhhhh ... Jeeeeeesus ... cominnnnngg!"
Even though her climax had ended, Robin still felt hot. She continued to thrust her ass toward her father, grinding her pussy against his prick. She ached to feel his cum in her pussy.
"Give it to me, Daddy! Fill me with your hot jizz!" she cried.
His daughter's obscene words made Marsh's orgasm all the more powerful as he finally exploded, sending his thick hot cream shooting into her pussy.
Robin felt her daddy's jism spurting into her cunt-walls, and she sobbed with excitement. "I need it, Daddy! I want your jizz! All of it! More! Shoot more!"
Marsh had never had such an exciting fuck or such a large, powerful orgasm. There seemed to be no end of the cum in his cock, as he shot wad after wad of the thick, hot spunk into his kid's pussyhole. Her cunt couldn't hold it all, and great gobs of the gooey jism splashed out of her pussy and onto the bed.
He couldn't believe his eyes when Robin reached under her pussy and scooped his cum up into her hand and put it in her mouth.
"Mmmmmm, good, Daddy!" she whispered as she licked her fingers clean.
Finally Marsh's orgasm ended, and he leaned against Robin's ass, feeling more at peace than he ever had before. He almost fell when Robin suddenly jumped up from the bed, her pussy spilling his jism onto the floor. She started talking excitedly about some promise he had made to her. He was still dazed from the super-fucking he had just experienced, and didn't understand at first what she was talking about.
Then it came to him. He felt a little annoyed that she could recover so quickly from being father-fucked. But one look at her gorgeous, big tits and dribbling pussy made him forget his anger. He would do anything for this sweet, hot cunt!
"Right, Robin," he finally managed to say. "I did say I would do anything you wanted if you'd let me fuck you. And what a fuck! Oh, Robin...." he murmured dreamily, still staring at her lush, young, firm body.
"Never mind that, Daddy!" Robin tapped her foot impatiently. "The favor I want, and I want it tonight-say, midnight-is for you to somehow get Mom to agree to let Scott fuck her!"
"WHAT?" Marsh yelled. "You must be out of your mind!"
"Not at all, Daddy! Scott is getting bored just fucking me and Cindy. I know he'd love it if he could fuck Mom. So your job is to see to it that she lets him!"
"Robin! Even if I wanted to go along with this ... this depravity, there's no way Helen would agree to such a thing! Why, she rarely even lets me fuck her, let alone her own son!"
"Okay, Daddy," Robin said softly, studying his face. "Then I guess I'll have no choice but to go tell Mom right now that you just fucked me! And I'll tell her I was a virgin, and that it was rape!" She turned to leave the room, but Marsh caught her arm.
"Now just hold on here a minute, Robin. You wouldn't really do that, would you?" One look at his daughter's determined face told him all he needed to know-she would do it and do it right now.
"All right, Robin. I don't know how I'll manage this. I guess I'll have to drug her or tie her up or something. But I'll do as you say. You and Scott come to our room tonight after midnight." His voice was resigned. But already his cock was beginning to harden at the idea of watching his own, well-hung stud of a son fuck his wife!
"Thanks, Daddy," Robin smiled sweetly as she kissed her father on the cheek and left the room, leaving her father lost in thought and stroking his swelling cock.