Chapter 4
While Rod was driving home, his daughters were walking home from the grocery store, having been sent there by their mother.
"I still don't see why Mommy wouldn't let me go on a drive with Daddy," Betsy pouted. "She's so mean! She never wants us to spend any time alone with Daddy!"
"You know how she is! She always wants to be around whenever we're with Daddy!" Vicky said, hefting the bag of groceries over to her other arm for a change. "Sometimes, the way she acts... well, it's like she's jealous!"
"Jealous? Of us?" the younger girl asked with a frown, trying hard to understand. "That's silly! We're his daughters, after all, and he loves us. Why should she be jealous of that?"
"I don't know," Vicky responded with a shrug. "She's just like that. I think she's mean, too."
"She's a bitch! I wish she were dead!" Betsy cried suddenly, her eyes filled with tears.
"Betsy!" Vicky exclaimed, shocked by her sister's words.
"Well, I can't help it. That's just howl feel," Betsy said faintly.
"Never mind, Sis. It's okay," Vicky said reassuringly as she patted her sister's shoulder with her free hand.
They turned the corner to the block where their house was and saw their father's car approaching from the other direction.
"There's Daddy!" Betsy cried, skipping ahead.
Vicky grinned, just as happy to see her father as Betsy was. Both of the young girls felt so close to their daddy, much closer then they would ever feel to their mother who had always been aloof and standoffish with the girls saying all her affection for her lovers.
The three of them entered the house at nearly the same time. Just moments later, Rod and his two daughters stood in the middle of the living room, looking numbly at each other. Rod looked again at the notepaper in his hand, the note his wife had left her family just before running off with her latest lover. Then he angrily crumpled the note and threw it onto the floor. He collapsed in a nearby chair and lowered his head to his hands.
"I can't believe it!" Vicky cried, tears streaming don her face. "I can't believe that Mommy would just go off and leave us like this!"
"I believe it! She's just a selfish cunt!" Rod growled. Then, trying to regain his composure and wanting to spare his daughters the worst of his anger, he looked up and smiled shakily at them. "Look, girls, we're going to be okay, I want you to know that. The three of us have each other and we're going to be just fine. But, right now, I need some time alone. You two girls run over next door and tell Mrs. Anderson what's happened. Stay with her and her girls for awhile until I send for you, okay?" His voice was trembling with emotion.
Vicky and Betsy were both crying openly now. The two girls rushed to their father as he opened his arms up to them and the three of them embraced warmly.
Even in his state of grief and rage, Rod felt his cock stirring in response to the soft, young bodies pressed against him. He patted them both on their asses as they turned to leave.
As soon as he was alone, Rod stalked out to the kitchen, grabbed a six-pack of beer and returned to the living room where he threw himself into an easy chair. He opened a can of beer and guzzled it quickly, letting the liquid flow right into his belly. He drank the entire can in a few gulps, crumpling the can in his strong hand and tossing it up on top of his wife's note.
"Goddamn whore!" he growled to himself. "Just ups and leaves her own little girls, not to mention her own husband! Weil, fuck her! We'll get along just fine without her, better in fact!" And, for the first time, Rod realized the full implications of his wife's leaving her family. With Mavis gone, Rod would be free to fuck his little girls.
After another beer, the man decided that he needed a good hot shower. In the bathroom, he turned on the shower and stepped beneath the stinging needles of hot water, letting the water flow over him. It was a soothing, even erotic feeling. He lathered up with a bar of soap, washing off all his sweat and the cum which had made his loins feel sticky and itchy.
As he washed off his cock, he felt little flutters of sexual excitement beginning to collect in his loins. He closed his eyes, remembering the feeling of his niece's tight, sweet cunt grasping his big prick as he fucked her.
He remembered the way her little, rose-tipped tits jiggled and bounced as he had rammed his prick in and out of her. He remembered her moans and groans of pleasure, and the way she had tasted and smelled.
Hot lust began to burn in his belly. His cock began to thicken and grow harder and harder, expanding in his hand until his prick shaft stood out before him, fully erect and glistening with pre-cum.
Lewdly, be stroked his wet, soapy fingers up and down his cock shaft, rubbing his prick as he relived his mind the hot sex scene he had shared with his niece that afternoon. But, in his lust-fevered mind, the image of Carla blended into a vision of his gorgeous little girls.
He imagined that Betsy was down on her knees in front of him, slowly unzipping his pants with her small hands, taking out his big prick and giving a little mew of delight before she wrapped her juicy lips around his cock head. And he imagined that while Betsy was sucking on his cock, he was holding his other girl, Vicky, in his arms, running his hands over her trembling girlish figure, clamping his hard mouth around her little tits.
His incestuous thoughts drove him half-mad with lust and he licked his lips over and over again. He released his cock, which bobbed in the air, glistening with water and pre-cum, throbbing with desire.
He rinsed all the lather off his body and turned the water off, stepping out of the shower. He toweled off and strode naked through the hall to the kitchen. There was something erotic about being able to walk around naked without fear of being seen.
It's something that my fucking wife would never permit, he thought, feeling another surge of anger toward his unfaithful wife.
He opened another can of beer and guzzled it. His prick was still standing out in front of him, twitching with lust. He dropped into the easy chair again and gripped his fat cock in his fist, stroking his hand up and down. He looked around, feeling restless and horny. He also felt angry and capable of very vicious behavior.
He only wished that Mavis were still around so he could take out his lust and anger on her. He shook his head, knowing that it was not a good idea to think about Mavis when he felt this way. It only made him angrier.
He stroked his fist up and down the heavy shaft of his bulging cock, his breath coming short and fast now. His cock twitched impatiently in his sweaty hand.
His head whirled. He jerked vigorously at his meat, his mouth dry with excitement. His belly was tightening and hot scaling cum was collecting in his big balls.
The man was so wrapped up in his cock jerking actions, and his mind was so foggy with beer, that he did not hear the slain of the front door or hear his daughter's yoke calling out for him. He continued to jerk himself off until a loud gasp from the entrance of the living room made him jerk his head in that direction.
And he found himself staring straight into Vicky's bid, startled eyes.
When Vicky and Betsy had run next door to the Andersons, as their father had told them to do, Mrs. Anderson had taken charge of the sobbing Betsy while Vicky had run upstairs to her best friend's bedroom.
Amy Anderson had listened compassionately while her friend had cried out all of her pain and anger about her mother running off with her lover. Then, very sensibly, Amy had told Vicky that it would just hurt her all the more unless she got her mind off it. And, with that in mind, the two girls began trying on all the pretty new clothes which Mrs. Anderson had just bought for her daughter.
Within a short time, while trying on the new clothes, Vicky and Amy were giggling and chatting about the boys in class they had crushes on.
Vicky still didn't feel quite like her usual self but her friend's plan to distract her was working and she was gradually feeling better and better.
Vicky was beautiful with long blonde hair that fell about her shoulders, framing her young, lovely face. She had large blue eyes which studied her reflection in the mirror as she modeled a short pink dress of Amy's. The short frock revealed her long, shapely legs, and, when she twirled in front of the mirror, a flash of her panties could be seen.
Both Vicky and Amy were popular at their school and a lot of the boys went after them. But neither girl had a boyfriend at the time, and Vicky had admitted to her friend that she liked men better than boys. She was still a virgin but she and Amy had discussed fucking a good deal, and they both had decided that they wanted to fuck someone soon.
"The first time," Amy had said, "It has to be with someone really special. And he has to be a real hunk and old enough to know what he's doing with his cock."
"Someone like my daddy?" Vicky had asked with a blush.
"Yeah! Someone just like your father!" Amy had answered without realizing that her friend had just confessed a sexual attraction for her own father.
A short time later, Amy had asked Vicky if she could spend the night with her, and Vicky had said she would run next door and ask her father's permission. Still wearing her friend's pink dress, Vicky ran home.
What Vicky saw made her gasp in shock, and she stood in the entrance to the living room, absolutely paralyzed, her mouth open, her eyes large with surprise.
Her hunk of a father was sitting in his chair not three yards from where she stood. He was stark naked, and his huge fist was moving rapidly up and down between his widely stretched legs, his fingers wrapped around his incredibly huge prick.
The young girl felt a stab of desire and fear as she stared helplessly at his bulbous prick. She couldn't believe the monstrous size of her daddy's hard-on. Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined that a man's cock could be anywhere near as huge as the one sticking straight up between her father's legs.
As shocked as his daughter, Rod gaped stupidly at Vicky, his hand still wrapped around his bunting prick, his chest heaving. His prick was jerking with unabashed lust.
A glistening pearl of pre-cum trembled on the head of his cock, and his balls twitched with excitement. As he stared at his little girl, he suddenly realized just how incredibly sexy she looked.
Her short pink dress emphasized the small, orange-sized mounds of her sweet tits, clinging attractively to her narrow waist. He could see her long, sleek legs, and her face looked flushed and pretty, her rosy lips slightly pursed, as if demanding to be crushed against his hard, masculine mouth.
A slow grin played across Rod's face, his eyes smoldering with drunken lust. He began to lewdly, deliberately slide his fist up and down his blue-veined prick once more, staring boldly at Vicky.
"Come here to your daddy, Vicky, honey," he ordered in a strange husky tone, grinning at her.
Vicky stared into her father's eyes, and something about his animalistic expression made her tremble with both fear and excitement. He was staring at her like a wild beast staring down its prey. Her head whirled and her legs felt weak at the knees.
"D-daddy..." She squeaked in a pleading voice.
"I said get over here!" Rod roared, his face twitching with anger, reaching forward with his free hand.
His fingers locked around Vicky's wrist painfully, and she gave a little sharp scream as he hauled her forward roughly. He threw an arm around her waist, puffing her against him hard. He dug his fingers into her hair, wrenching her face back, and, with a low growl, he mashed his hot, hard mouth against hers.
Vicky gave a muffled cry as her own father kissed her. His hard, wet mouth covered hers, and she shivered as she felt his thick, long tongue prying between her lips and wriggling about inside her mouth.
The man sucked up his daughter's saliva, kissing her passionately, his fingers groping at the back of her dress. He yanked the zipper down, ripping the frock with the force of his savage movements.
Vicky gave another terrified squeal, pushing her hands against her father's chest and trying in vain to break his relentless grip round her waist.
Her mind raced, unsure how to respond to her father's strange actions. She was filled with a desire that was new to her, the kind of hot, pounding desire for sex that she had never felt with any of the boys she dated. But, at the same time, the brutal way he was acting filled her with fear, and the two emotions waned in the young girl, leaving her confused and trembling.
Her father's hard grip around her body and the passionate way he was kissing her with his tongue triggered a deep primitive longing within the virginal girl. Trickles of pleasure began to spill through her loins, making her pussy grow wetter.
Vicky stopped pushing against her daddy's chest, resting in his arms, shaking and gasping for breath. A deep sense of excitement began to overcome her senses, and she began to respond to her father's aggressive caresses and kisses.
Rod pushed her away from him roughly, grabbing the sleeves of her dress and yanking at them. Vicky whimpered as her father brutally stripped off her friend's new dress, ripping it to shreds. Now, she was wearing only her skimpy bra and lacy panties.
Rod ogled the sight of his daughter's girlish body. Her small thrusting tits were heaving as she gasped in breathless fear and desire. He could see them straining against her bra and he licked his lips.
Rod grinned at his little girl, his eyes burning with lust for her.
"You're a beautiful girl, Vicky. Your body is hot and sexy, and now I want you to suck your daddy's big cock!" he growled. He slid a hand around the back of her neck and roughly shoved her down, forcing the trembling blonde to her knees on the floor. He pulled her face forward against his widely stretched legs.
"Suck it," he rasped, clenching her neck in a viselike grip. "Suck your daddy's big, throbbing prick, baby! Suck it good!"