Chapter 5
William Warfield leered, "It's high time you were in bed, Cindy!"
For an instant, his bland mask of paternal geniality fell away, revealing the naked incestuous lust which seethed below the surface.
Cindy noticed it, too. She was drunk, but not that drunk.
She leaned against the wall for support. Her face was red and flushed. She focused her eyes and looked up at his face, searching it.
She had heard that rasping note of lust in the voices of too many men - and women - to mistake it for anything else.
But by the time she looked at him, Warfield had recovered his composure, and the mask was back in place. He smiled fondly at her.
His face showed no sign to betray his aching, his profound sexual need for his teenage daughter. He looked fondly paternal - that was all.
But his heart hammered in his chest. If his doctor had not given him a clean bill of health at his most recent physical examination, Warfield would have worried that he might suffer a heart attack from the sheer excitement of the moment.
"Let's get you to your room, honey." Warfield took her by the arm.
Cindy pushed off from the wall. She was a bit unsteady on her feet. Warfield put his arm around her slim waist to support her.
He felt the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of the dress she wore. He could smell the natural sweetness of her hair.
His nerves tingled and his pulse raced - his blood was boiling.
Cindy sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. Her thigh brushed his as they walked down the hallway to Cindy's bedroom.
It was shortly after ten o'clock on Saturday night. So far, everything in Warfield's scheme was working out to perfection.
Grace was gone. She had pretended that she was going to visit a sick aunt upstate for the weekend - but he knew where she really was.
He had electronically listened in to Grace and James making their plans. It was amusing, the way they thought they could deceive him.
Grace had gone no further than a few miles out of town, to the motel where she was having a rendezvous with James.
That suited Warfield fine. It would keep the both of them out of his hair for the weekend, leaving him alone with Cindy in the big house.
This evening, he had taken Cindy to dinner at a fancy restaurant in town.
It was a formal place, and Cindy had dressed for the occasion. Her masses of blonde hair were pinned to the top of her head, accenting her fair face.
Make-up was applied lightly but skillfully. Her brows were subtly darkened and arched, her lashes were made thicker and more luxurious.
Eyeliner and shadow made her eyes wider and deeper. Blusher formed a rosy glow on her cheeks. Her lips were shining with a white waxy lip gloss.
There was something thrillingly decadent about such a young girl being made up like an adult female, adding sophistication to her juvenile face.
And of course Cindy had a body which any adult female would have been proud to call her own. That perfect, clean-limbed body was covered with a white dress.
The dress was strapless, leaving her smooth tanned shoulders bare. Her breasts were fitted into cups. Her nipples jutted against the fabric.
The dress had a tight bodice which hugged her torso. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her body - the tight dress revealed that for a fact.
The dress was a white sheath of shimmering fabric. It hugged the curves of her hips and was tautly stretched across her rounded buttocks.
Its hem came an inch past her knees. She wore no pantyhose, leaving her shapely calves bare. Open-toed white shoes with high heels covered her feet.
Cindy loved to dress up and go out to fancy places. She had expensive tastes, and why not? Warfield could afford to indulge her.
The restaurant set the mood. It was quiet, elegant, intimate. The food was superb and the service was flawless. Cindy was thrilled.
The maitre' de knew Warfield well. Warfield had no trouble in getting alcoholic drinks served to Cindy. Cindy drank quite a lot.
There were cocktails before the meal. Warfield told the waiter to make Cindy's drink a double. She had gulped it down.
During the meal, the attentive stewards hovered around Warfield's table, bringing him fresh bottles of vintage wine as he called for them.
Cindy was quite tipsy by the meal's end. Even her coffee was flavored with liquor, so that it only made her more intoxicated, not more sober.
After the meal, he took his daughter to see a movie, one which Cindy had wanted to see but had been unable to be admitted without being accompanied by a parent.
Following the movie, Warfield returned home with his daughter to the empty house.
He suggested that they cap off the evening with a drink. Cindy was flattered by the way he was treating her like an adult.
He mixed her a drink with a sweet green liqueur. It tasted like an ice cream soda, but it had a high alcoholic potency.
When the drinks were done, he and Cindy went upstairs to get changed into more comfortable night clothes. Cindy was a bit smashed.
She staggered on the first step and nearly fell. Warfield caught her, steadying her. His hands were pressed against her warm narrow waist.
He followed her up the stairs. She gripped the banister tightly. His mouth watered as he watched the delicious roll of her buttocks beneath the tight dress.
Now, he was taking her to her bedroom. He opened the door and switched on the light. Cindy lurched inside and threw herself on the bed.
She fell on her back on the mattress, flopping down uninhibitedly, her breasts bobbing in the cups of her dress.
Color, red and glowing, shone in her face. "The room is spinning all around!"
Warfield chuckled as he pulled a chair to the side of Cindy's bed. His hand shook as he reached out to fondle her hair.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips were parted. Warfield played with some of the golden curls which had fallen down from her pinned-up hair to her face.
The hair was silken. It shone like ultra-fine golden wires. It felt like silk as it sifted through his fingers. He chewed his lips.
He flipped on the lamp on her night table, then went to the door and shut off the overhead light. The small lamp shed an intimate amber glow.
The moment of truth had arrived. Warfield took a deep breath and squared his shoulders. Tonight would be the night.
One way or another, he would have Cindy tonight. If she wasn't willing, he would force her, and damn the consequences!
Too much wanting was bad for him. She obsessed him. If he did not do something about his life, the pressure might well break him.
He sat back down on the chair. Cindy murmured something which he could not quite make out, since her words were slurred and slow.
"It's time for bed, Cindy." He slipped his arm beneath her neck. "Sit up, honey." He helped Cindy to a sitting position.
She leaned back against the polished wooden headboard. The fluffy pillows were cushions supporting her - she sank deep into them.
"I'm going to put you to bed," he said, "just like I used to do when you were a very little girl. But you can't go to bed with your clothes on."
Cindy leaned forward. Her head sagged, so mat her chin rested on her chest. Listlessly she reached behind her back for the zipper of the dress.
He took hold of her hands and gently moved them away. "Here, let me do that."
He took hold of the zipper and pulled it down, opening the tight white dress to the small of her back. He peeled back the open folds of fabric.
Her tan skin was satin-smooth. The boned vertebrae of her elegant spine could be seen pressing against the soft flesh of her back.
A white line of flesh along her upper back showed the outline of the bikini top she had worn while tanning.
"What are you doing, Daddy?" Cindy's eyes were still shut.
"Getting you ready for bed, sweetheart. Now, cooperate like my good little girl."
"I'm always your good little girl, Daddy." She giggled.
"Yes, you are."
Warfield pressed his hand against her back, holding her up. He reached in front of her and gripped the edge of her breast cup with his fingers.
He touched the smooth and warm swelling softness of her breast. He was committed now - he was going all the way.
He pulled the front of her dress down, baring her breasts.
Her breasts jiggled as they came out of the cups. The cups were reinforced so that the dress could be worn without the support of a bra.
Her mounds of soft flesh jiggled as they flopped free of the clothing. Warfield's eyes were dazzled by the abundance of bosom flesh, and the pink nipples.
Cindy's eyes opened. She looked sly. "Daddy, what are you doing?!"
He stroked the smooth warm curve of her shoulders, soothing her. "It's all right, honey. It's okay. I'm your daddy. It's all right."
"But you can see my tits."
"Yes. Now, let's get the rest of these clothes off."
He pulled her dress down to her waist, so she was bare from the waist up. Coyly, provocatively, she crossed her arms over her breasts.
It was done to call attention to them, not for modesty's sake. Cindy was invulnerable to worries about modesty and conventional morality.
So - Daddy wanted to play games, did he? That was good. She loved Daddy. He was the only person who really understood her.
Cindy's mother - Warfield's first wife - had been gentle and loving to her, but she really didn't understand what Cindy was all about.
Karen knew. Karen, her step-mother. Karen had seen behind Cindy's demure face and innocent manner. Karen knew that Cindy's seeming shyness was just a mask, a pose which Cindy adopted because it worked to her benefit.
Karen had guessed what Cindy was really like. Karen knew her - it takes one to know one, as the old saying goes. Karen realized Cindy's potential.
Because the truth about Cindy was that she didn't care what she did, as long as it gave her pleasure. Pleasure was her personal god.
Sexual pleasure was her favorite addiction. Men, boys, women, girls, or any kind of combination of those four - Cindy loved them all.
Besides the ecstasies of the body, there were other, stranger, more specialized pleasures, bizarre pleasures which existed in the twilight zone between pleasure and pain.
So Cindy was not shocked when she realized that her daddy wanted her. It was just one more piece of evidence that sweet sex ruled the lives of all men and women.
And Daddy was handsome. She had always though that he was one of the handsomest men she had ever seen. He was mature and distinguished.
It thrilled her that Daddy was ready to cross the boundary line of the last, most forbidden taboo - incest.
She was more than ready to cross that boundary line herself. This was wild. It had been a long time since she got her kicks in this far-out a way.
She felt the kind of sick, stomach-churning she hadn't known for a long time.
But the knots and butterflies were the physical sign of her extreme excitement. Why, she was shaking like a leaf!
This was good. She was easily bored - novelty wore off fast. Recently, she had seduced her gym teacher and Glen Green to find relief from boredom.
She was jaded. Doris and Glen were easy. But Daddy - ah, he was something else!
Daddy put his hand on her shoulder and gently but firmly pushed her back into the cushions. She did not resist, but she kept her arms covering her bosom.
She had found that shyness, or the pretense of shyness, was exciting to men and women alike. She would show Daddy excitement the likes of which he'd never known.
He slipped his fingers between her dress and her bare hips. He tugged at the tight white sheath of her dress. "Lift up your bottom, dear, so I can take off your dress."
She arched her back and lifted her buttocks off the mattress. Warfield pulled the dress down off her hips. It was so tight that he had to peel it off.
It slipped past her hips, past the lower rims of her bottom cheeks. Cindy put her bottom back on the mattress. Daddy pulled the dress down her legs.
He took it off. Cindy still wore her high-heeled shoes. Warfield lovingly ran his hand over her dress as he neatly folded it and set it aside.
Cindy wore white lace panties. They were bikini style, stretched across her hips, as white as the untanned flesh of her crotch and ass.
The lacy panties, from France, were elaborately embroidered. The numerous holes in the lace patterns made the panties semi-transparent.
He could see her pubic bush through the panties. The bush was pressed down.
Cindy said, "Daddy? Do you love me?"
"More than anything else in the world, little girl." His voice quavered.
She sat up, her arms falling away from her breasts, reaching up for him.
"I love you, Daddy. Kiss me!"
She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face rose up to meet his.
Warfield embraced her. He worried that the force of his pent-up passions might explode, so he forced himself to be restrained and gentle.
He hugged her. Her naked breasts pressed against his tie and white shirt front. Her mouth was open - he covered it with his own.
Her wide lips were soft, warm, yielding. Sweet. He pushed his tongue in her mouth and rubbed hers with it. She kissed him back, hard.
He tasted the sweetness of her saliva. Her tongue glided against his. She pulled him to her, down to the bed. He got out of the chair and followed her down.
She lay on her back on the bed and he was on top of her. He held her head in his hands as he kissed her. His jaws and face muscles flexed.
She was warm and wiggling beneath him. He worried that his weight might be heavy on her, so he rolled on his side, still kissing her.
Her long bare legs were tangled with his muscular legs in his dressy pants. She wrapped her ankle around his and pressed her hips hard against his groin.
He was hard, of course. He had sprouted a furious erection from the second that he bared her breasts. His penis felt like a red-hot bar of iron.
He touched her. Her flesh was warm, smooth, soft, resilient with the springiness of youth. His hands roamed her body.
He touched her smooth shoulders, her arched back, her hips, her taut smooth thighs, her rounded buttocks covered by the lace panties.
After a moment, he came up for air.
"I want to tell you something, Daddy - I have to whisper."
She moved her mouth close to his ear. Her warm sweet breath tickled him, disturbed him. Cindy whispered, "I want you to do it to me, Daddy."
"I want you to do it to me real good. I know you can. I want you to fuck me. I want to give you everything I've got to give!"
She stuck out her tongue and licked the inside of his ear. He felt like a fuse had just been blown in his libido. All systems were on red alert.
He rolled her on her back and took off her panties. Her breasts were soft white mounds with stiff nipples rising up from her chest.
He pulled the panties down her long legs and off her feet. He ran his fingers along her smooth inner thighs. Cindy sat up.
Her breasts bobbed as she tugged at his tie, unknotting it. She licked her lips.
"Take off all your clothes, Daddy. Get naked with me!"
He ripped off his tie, shucked off his jacket and flung it away. He kicked off his shoes and socks and quickly stripped down to the waist. He had a lean body with a narrow torso and a flat belly. Black hair sprinkled with gray was matted on his chest muscles.
He had to stand up to take off his pants. Cindy reached off the edge of the bed. She said, "Let me do that!"
She opened his pants and pulled down his zipper. Her mouth watered when she saw the size of his bulging erection in his shorts.
His pants fell down to his feet and he stepped out of them. He pulled off his shorts and his stiff cock bobbed up, thrusting vertically from his hips.
Cindy took his hand and pulled him back down to the bed. He stretched out on top of his naked teenage daughter. Her perfection left him breathless.
She lay on her back, her eyes closed. Her breasts jiggled as she breathed. She spread her legs, opening herself to him.
He touched her breast. The mass of white flesh quivered like it was jelly. But the nipples were stiff, and throbbed when he pinched them.
Softly he kneaded and fondled her breasts, squeezing them, stroking them.
Cindy put her hands on his shoulders. She caressed them, then moved her hands to his face, where her fingers traced the contours.
His penis was so hard that it ached. Sometimes it brushed Cindy's soft flesh, causing it to tingle electrically, then throb.
Cindy pulled his head down to her breasts. He gripped the mounds of flesh, plumping them up, and rubbed his hot face against them.
The nipples were hard. He took one in his mouth and sucked.
He kissed and licked the undersides of her breast. The bosom flesh yielded to his gliding tongue. He licked his way down her belly.
He slithered down the bed, positioning his body between her long spread legs.
His head came to her pussy, so close that his breath rustled the silken pubic hairs. The thin pink labia quivered.
He pressed his lips on the labia and kissed them.
Cindy moaned. Her moans increased in volume and duration as he stuck out his tongue tip and caressingly massaged her pussy lips with it.
He dipped his tongue down between her labia, tasting her.
She was wet inside - dripping wet. This proved that she was genuinely sexually stimulated by him. This pleased Warfield immensely.
Her juices were sweeter to him than the finest champagne. His lips pressed hard on her labia as he greedily slurped up those long-desired juices.
Cindy gasped. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth.
He licked his way upward along her slit. His tongue tip peeled back the labia and uncovered the pearly clitoris.
It throbbed like a tiny beating heart as he tongued it. Cindy's soft groans of passion came from deep in the pit of her belly.
As his tonguing continued, she squirmed and fidgeted from the sheer intensity of it. He clutched her hips and pinned them down.
He licked her clitoris until she came. Cindy breathed faster and her moans got wilder until finally she shrieked as she crossed the threshold.
He could feel the convulsive contractions of her pussy as she came. Her flesh was taut and rigid in his hands. He lifted his tongue from her clitoris.
Her face was red and sweating. She shook it from side to side on the pillow.
Warfield moved back up on the bed. He climbed on top of her. His chest flattened her breasts, pushing excess bosom flesh out to the sides.
Her hard nipples throbbed against his chest. He raised himself on his forearm so he could reach under himself and take hold of his cock.
That rigid rod all but burned his fingers as they closed around the shaft. He guided the swollen red cock head to Cindy's pussy.
He pressed it against the quivering labia, which were wet with his saliva and her secretions.
The wedge of his cock head pried her pussy lips apart. They split and spread to the sides, curling over on themselves.
Warfield gasped as his bullet shaped cock head was enveloped in her moist heat. Her membranes were hot wet velvet, stretching to accommodate him.
He was inside her. He clutched her hips and pushed deeper. The red shaft of his cock slowly sank into her steamy pit of passion.
Finally the base of his shaft pressed against the lips of her pussy. He was all the way inside her, in deep, penetrating her.
Cindy wrapped her arms around his upper back and held on tightly.
His buttocks tautened as he rocked his hips back and began thrusting. He felt faint from the supremely sensual pleasure of massaging his cock against her membranes.
He started slow and gradually speeded up the tempo of his penetrating thrusts when he saw that Cindy liked it fast, hard, and rough. That was good, too. He loved her, but sometimes his need for her was so great that he hated her. He didn't need to be tender with Cindy.
She didn't want it that way. She rocked her hips, grinding her pussy up into him, responding to his surging strokes, matching him, firing him up.
His cock was a red rod of flesh pumping into her. Sweat poured from father and daughter, oiling their straining bodies.
The sweat was a lubricant which made their flesh cling. His belly loudly slapped hers when he thrust into her.
Bright hot pain flashed through him when Cindy dug her nails into his muscled upper back. She raked them down his back, tearing the flesh.
The sudden sharp pain cut through the humid erotic haze which surrounded him.
He gripped her hips so tightly that the soft white flesh bruised beneath his fingers. He used his stiff cock like a weapon.
He stabbed her with it again and again, thrusting it into her. She bit her lips and moaned. He rammed his cock into her, making her wail.
His orgasm was on him. He shoved deep into her. His cock head knocked at the mouth of her womb. His shaft twitched against her membranes.
He came. For a blinding second he thought ecstasy would tear him apart.
At the instant that semen spurted from his swollen cock head, Cindy sank her white strong teeth into his shoulder and bit hard.
Pain was overpowered by the pleasure of his orgasm. That was pleasure so intense and prolonged that it felt like pain.
He groaned as semen was pumped out of him. He felt like his insides had melted down to molten wax. He squirmed and shivered.
The frantic convulsions of his spurting cock ceased, and some kind of sanity returned. Cindy opened her jaws, taking her teeth from his shoulder.
Sweat streamed down his face, stinging his eyes. He gasped for breath. Cindy lay beneath him, smiling, smirking, looking superior.
He examined his shoulder. There were raw red bite marks, with the imprint of the teeth in his flesh breaking the skin in some places.
"You're Daddy's very own little precious bitch," he murmured, caressing her cheek. Without warning, he slapped her face.