Chapter 6
Cindy was going to be fucked in her ass - by her daddy.
It was shortly before nine o'clock on Sunday morning. Suburban families, dressed in their Sunday best, emerged from their homes to go to church.
William Warfield was in Cindy's bedroom. Cindy was naked and bound and gagged and stretched across his lap for the spanking he was giving her.
To the forbidden fruit of passionate incest with his lovely teenage daughter, Warfield had added the bizarre intensities of sado-masochism.
He had spent the night in Cindy's bed. He had spent a good part of the night - the best part - in Cindy. In her mouth and her pussy.
He had done the right thing when he slapped her.
Cindy had been having sex since she first reached puberty. She had been corrupted and instructed by a wanton hedonist, her step-mother, Karen.
Since then, Cindy had amassed an amazing number of sexual conquests. Straight sex failed to give her the gut-wrenching thrills she craved.
Warfield knew the secrets of her private life. Thanks to his hidden cameras and microphones, she had no secrets from him. He had observed that she was at her most passionately involved and invented when she was taken by a dominant partner, male or female.
So, he slapped her - to show her who was boss, who was master.
The slap rang loudly in the room, rocking her head with its impact. She grunted softly. She slowly turned her head back to face him.
Her red-lipped smile broadened as she looked into his eyes. A red mark, the imprint of his hand, glowed hotly on her soft sculptured cheek.
She stuck out her tongue and licked his fingers. Her wet tongue slithered over his fingers like a hot pink snake.
Still looking into his eyes, she guided his hand to her mouth. She pressed two of his fingers together, opened her mouth wide, and took the fingers inside it.
She sucked his fingers like she was giving head to a stiff penis. Her puckered lips glided over his fingers, her tongue caressed them.
All the while she sucked, she maintained eye contact.
Warfield's cock was rigid inside her. After a moment, he took his fingers out of her mouth. Saliva dripped from them.
He wiped his fingers clean on her hair. She squirmed arousingly under him.
Father and daughter understood each other perfectly.
There was no need to speak. Warfield had lifted himself on his elbows, his buttocks tightening as he pulled his cock from inside her.
A thrill ran along the sensitized nerves of his swollen shaft as it glided over her creamy membranes. He withdrew his cock from her pussy.
Semen wet her pussy lips. Pearly drops clung to the hairs of her damp bush.
His cock, red and stiff, shone with semen. He knelt on the bed. Cindy licked her lips, wetting them. He grabbed a handful of her hair.
He pulled it, yanking it by the roots. Her face twisted in pain - she gasped. He forced her to sit up, and swing her long legs off the mattress.
He made her kneel down on the floor while he stood over her.
He gripped his cock. It throbbed against his fingers. He held it below the rim of the cock head. Pointing at it, he commanded, "Suck it."
Cindy did nothing. Her eyes were bright with anticipation. Her mouth was closed.
He knew what she needed. He slapped her face. There was a satisfying crack of flesh hitting flesh. Cindy squealed as he pulled her hair.
"Suck it," he repeated.
Cindy opened her lips. He guided the cock head into her mouth. She licked the head, flicking her tongue over the tiny hole.
He pushed his cock deeper into her mouth, plugging into her oral pleasure center. Her tongue curled caressingly around the underside of his shaft.
Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him. She sucked him wetly, saliva running out of the corners of her mouth, spilling on her chin.
He forced his cock deep into her. He rocked his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy. He pulled her head by her hair.
She bobbed her head back and forth, her puckered lips caressing his shaft as they glided up and down on it. Heat rose in his groin.
It did not take him long to come in her mouth. She did not have to be told to swallow it. She did that without question, eagerly.
She gulped down his spurting semen like honey. Her mouth was clamped around his cock, sucking it, milking it dry.
He spent the night in her bed, his arms wrapped possessively around her. He woke up in the middle of the night and took her in the dark.
Morning came. Warfield woke with the first light of dawn which shone through the curtained window.
Cindy's face was red and flushed from sleep. She lay on her belly, with her head resting in her folded arms. Her hair veiled her face.
Warfield pulled down the sheets and blankets so he could have a better look.
Her flesh was golden, except for the milky white outline of her bikini top and bottom. He liked the way her buttocks were all pale and white.
Her ass cheeks were hemispheres of smooth warm flesh, high and rounded. They delighted him with their rich abundance of soft flesh.
They were soft and warm. They rippled as he kneaded and squeezed them.
He took hold of her slender ankles and pulled her legs apart. She stirred and sleepily murmured something which he could not make out.
Her thighs were open. He could see the soft pink slit of her pussy below her white ass cheeks. He pressed his fingers against it.
His fingertips glided over the soft warm pussy lips. Cindy moaned.
He parted her buttocks, opening them. The wrinkled brown eye of her tiny anus stared up at him. He explored it.
"Ooooh, Daddy!"
She was awake, but she kept her face hidden and buried in her folded arms.
Warfield stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking it, wetting it, coating it with thick saliva. He held her buttocks spread apart.
The saliva served as a lubricant, helping to ease the penetration of his finger inside her ass. Cindy gasped as it sank in her.
Her anal ring was tight and nipped at his finger. Her creamy rectal membranes quivered. He stroked her pussy lips with his other hand.
His fingers found her clitoris. They pressed amusingly against the pearly pink button. It throbbed under the soft, stimulating stroking.
He thrust his finger back and forth in her ass, pushing it deep, burying it up to the knuckle. He was fucking her ass with his finger.
The combination of anal penetration and clitoral stimulation soon brought Cindy to orgasm. She closed her thighs, squeezing his hand.
She moaned and panted for breath. Her rectum squeezed convulsively against the finger which was lodged deep within it.
He slowly slid his finger out of her. She moaned when it came free.
She opened her thighs, releasing his hand. Her juices glistened on his fingers. She rolled on her side and pressed her front against him.
"Fuck me, Daddy!"
She ground her lips against his, thrusting her tongue deep in his mouth. She was hot and excited. Her stiff nipples were throbbing.
He caressed her hair, face, shoulders, back. He disengaged his mouth from hers, and turned her on her stomach. He fondled her buttocks.
She lisped like a little girl as she asked him if he was going to fuck her. He promised that he would. He pulled her buttocks apart.
He pressed his finger against her quivering rosebud. "I'm going to fuck you here!"
"Oh no, Daddy!"
"Oh yes, little girl!"
"Daddy, please don't! I'm afraid! I never did it that way before!"
"You little liar," he chuckled fondly. "I know if an ass is virgin or not, and I can see that you've had it up the ass before!"
"Yes, I did, Daddy," she confessed, "but I only tried it a couple of times, to see what it was all about! I didn't like it, Daddy - it hurt!"
"Don't worry, baby ... Daddy will be very gentle," he soothed.
Her body was taut, rigid. He did not know if her reluctance was real or pretended. Either way, it didn't matter. He meant to have her.
"Stop all this foolishness, Cindy. Daddy is getting quite cross."
"No! I don't want to do it, Daddy - and I'm not going to!. So there!"
He shook his head. "You're not showing your daddy the proper respect, Cindy. What you need is a little lesson in manners."
His cock was erect now. It throbbed with the potential energy of lust.
He got out of bed. She rolled on her side, resting her head in her hand as she watched him. She pressed her thighs closely together.
Her robe lay draped over the back of a nearby chair. There was a sash running through loops at the waist. He slipped the sash out.
"Daddy, what are you doing?!"
His back was turned to her, blocking her view of his hands as they fashioned a loop at one end of the sash. She would probably need to be gagged, too.
He turned to face her, keeping the sash hidden behind him.
"I'm going to give you another chance to behave yourself, Cindy. Turn over on your tummy like a good girl. Daddy won't hurt you."
"You've given up your ass to others, so you certainly must give it up to me, darling. Don't anger me by being disobedient."
"If you want me that way, Daddy, you'll have to make me do it!"
Cindy's eyes shone with excitement. She was caught up in this game of dominance and submission. Red spots of color glowed in her cheeks.
Fantasy and reality met and merged. She really didn't want to be fucked in her ass - but if Daddy forced her, she would have to.
Would he force her?
She would find out. She was exploring the limits and unwritten rules of this strange new relationship she had begun with her father.
"If that's the way you want it, Cindy, that's the way you'll get it."
Warfield was excited, too. He was glad that she had not docilely rolled over and given up her ass for a fucking. It would be more thrilling to rape it.
He started toward her. Cindy was on her knees, her breasts bobbing, her legs gathered under her. Her nipples were stiffly erect.
"Come here, darling ... " he took the sash out from behind his back.
Cindy tried to scramble off the bed. His hand shot out, circling her wrist. She gasped as he tightened his grip. She tried to hit him.
He flung her down on the bed. She squealed and cursed, calling him vile names. He climbed on top of her, wrestling her.
She hissed through clenched teeth as he forced her over on her belly. She groaned as he twisted her arms behind her back.
He straddled her, using his superior weight to push her deep into the mattress. He held her wrists and tied her hands.
He made the knots good and tight. The sash dug into her soft flesh. She gasped in pain, squirming under him, her body writhing.
She screeched obscenities at him. "You've got a filthy mouth, Cindy - I ought to wash it out with soap!" Yes, she would have to be gagged.
He covered her mouth with his hand. She tried to bite him, but she could not get her teeth into his flesh, due to the way in which he held her.
Her cries were muffled. He forced her to a sitting position. His stiff cock pulsed heavily whenever it brushed her soft squirming flesh.
Her panties lay on the floor where they had been dropped the night before. They would make a fine gag. He balled them up.
Cindy defiantly clamped her jaws firmly shut. Warfield knew how to deal with that little problem. He pinched her nostrils shut.
Her face darkened to a deep purplish-red color as she held her breath. But she could not hold it forever - she could not hold it for more than a moment.
When she opened her mouth to gasp for air, he jammed the wadded panties inside it. He released her nostrils so she could breathe through them.
Her jaws and tongue worked as she tried to force the panties out of her mouth. The only cloth near at hand was one of her blouses.
He tore it into shreds - he would buy her another. He forced one of the long strips between her jaws, where it would hold the panties in her mouth.
He tied the cloth in a knot at the back of her head. The gag muffled her words, reducing her obscene curses to meaningless garblings.
Now she was bound and gagged. Warfield could indulge himself in something he had been dying to do for a long time - spank her saucy bottom.
Her wrestled her hot squirming body face down across his lap.
Her rounded white buttocks jiggled from her futile struggles. His stiff hot cock was pressed against her smooth, taut, rounded thighs.
He hooked his arm around her narrow waist, holding her in place. Masses of golden hair rumbled over her face, which was red from the effort.
She kicked. He solved that problem by hooking his leg over her ankles, pinning her legs down so she couldn't kick any more.
Now the real fun would start. He had never permitted himself the luxury of using corporal punishment on Cindy.
Spankings - giving or receiving - were erotically charged experiences for him. He had known that if he ever indulged himself in warming her bare bottom, he would have to go all the way and fuck her when the spanking was done.
He was afraid of losing control like that. He wanted everything to be carefully arranged before he made his move to enslave his daughter.
Last night the time had come - he made love to her. But their relationship was only beginning. He would bind her to him body and soul.
"Now I'll show you what naughty little girls can expect from me!"
His open hand slammed down on her buttocks. There was a loud slapping sound, a meaty whack of flesh striking flesh. The ass cheeks rippled from the impact.
Warfield went to work on her in earnest. His arm rose and fell with mechanical regularity, slamming his palm against her buttocks mercilessly.
The quivering buttocks were tinged with a rosy blush. The flesh warmed up as his striking hand paddled it. Red spread through the smooth ass cheeks.
Cindy writhed on his lap. Her soft breasts had hard nipples.
Her breasts nuzzled his taut thigh. His hot stiff cock throbbed against her flesh. It heated up as her taut thighs rubbed against it.
He spanked her until his arm was sore and tired. By that time, Cindy was crying.
Her shoulders shook as she sobbed. Tears rolled down her red face and spattered on the floor. Her buttocks, red and blistered, were hot to the touch.
Warfield halted at last - not out of mercy. He was so stimulated, and his cock was so hot, that he trembled on the brink of orgasm.
He didn't want to come just yet. He wanted his stiff shaft fully lodged inside her before he permitted that kind of release.
He said, "That's a small sample of what you can expect when you disobey me!"
He pulled her off his lap and pushed her on the bed. She continued to sob. She buried her red wet face in the mattress.
He got up, his erection bobbing in front of him. He needed lubricant. Luckily there was a jar of petroleum jelly tucked away behind her perfume bottles.
She lay motionless on the bed while he got the jar. She looked up when he set it down on the night table. Her eyes were blurred with tears.
She recognized the jar. She was not naive - she knew what the lubricant was going to be used for. The gag stifled her sob as she buried her face.
"I'm sorry I had to discipline you, Cindy."
That was a lie - he wasn't sorry at all. He had loved every intense second of it - and so had she, he suspected.
"Believe me, I don't want to punish you, darling, but you made me do it. You must learn to respect and obey your daddy in all ways."
She gasped and winced when he patted her hot bottom. "I was determined to have you back here no matter what, Cindy. You made me spank you."
He moved her into position. As he made her get on her knees, he remembered how he had had young Dolly in this identical position a few days ago.
He hadn't fucked her in her ass. He might have, after he finished fucking her pussy. But Olga had appeared, ending the session.
The next time he visited the apartment, it would be his turn to be punished. But he would think about that later - he had other things to occupy him now.
Cindy was on her knees with her legs bent and her red ass raised high. He stuffed pillows under her flat tummy, so her behind would stay elevated.
She crouched there submissively, motionless, not resisting.
He opened the jar of petroleum jelly. He knelt on the bed behind her, the thick red arrow of his hard cock pointed at her ass.
Her hot red buttocks continued to twitch although his hitting hand no longer fell on them. And her pussy lips quivered.
He pressed his finger against her labia and shoved it into her. She grunted as she was penetrated. His finger easily slid inside her.
She was hot and dripping inside her pussy. She squirmed, her buttocks rippling as he wiggled his probing finger inside her.
"Well, well, well, how do you like that? My little girl gets turned on from being spanked! That's very interesting, Cindy - very interesting indeed."
He pulled his finger out of her. "We'll have to go into that some other time. Right now, though, there's something else I have to go into - can you guess what it is?"
Her red ass cheeks turned white where his fingers clutched them. He pried them apart, exposing the cleft of her ass and her brown rosebud.
She groaned as he wedged his face between her buttocks. It was dark and warm and aromatic in there. The spanked ass cheeks quivered.
He puckered his lips and lovingly kissed her delicate rosebud. He kissed it wetly, making smooching sounds. He slurped saliva on it.
The wrinkled brown folds of the tight and tiny opening throbbed and contracted as his tongue tip roamed over them, licking them.
He pushed his tongue past her anal ring, shoving it into her creamy rectum. Cindy gurgled behind her gag, and leaned her backside into him.
After some delightful moments of tonguing her ass, he lifted his face from her behind. His mouth and chin were wet.
He scooped out a dollop of lubricant. It was pale white and oily. Cindy shivered as he smeared it in the crack of her ass.
He oiled her rosebud with the stuff, making it shine. He slipped his finger into her and stretched her membranes, preparing her for his rod of flesh.
His finger slid right out. He smeared more grease on his hard cock.
The fat blue veins which circled his stiff red shaft throbbed as he massaged the oil on his member. He covered it with a glistening coat of the stuff.
He hooked his arm under her, arching her buttocks higher.
He parted her ass cheeks and pressed his cock head against her rosebud. He leaned into her, taking his time, exerting slow steady pressure.
Relentless pressure - which pried apart the sealed folds of her anus, opening them.
The brown ring widened. He pushed, sweat breaking out on his forehead. He grunted. The wedge of his cock opened the back door to pleasure.
Her rosebud nipped at his cock head with a pressure which thrilled him. Her pussy was as hot and tight as any man could desire, but back here, she was hotter and tighter still.
He grunted from the strain. He had to hold her squirming hips in place as he penetrated her. Suddenly his cock head pushed past the anal ring.
Cindy's head suddenly snapped up. An extreme expression of pleasure and pain made her face a taut mask, her golden tan turning pale.
She groaned deeply, a groan which the gag only partly silenced.
But he was inside now and would no be dislodged. Slowly and surely, by fractions of inches at a time, he pushed his swollen cock shaft into her.
Her slippery velvet membranes stretched to accept the phallic intruder. His stiff cock fit as tightly in her as a finger in a rubber glove.
He pushed in as deep as she could take it without hurting herself. He was careful not to damage her delicate rectal passage.
That did not mean that he wasn't going to fuck it like it should be fucked. He thrust slow and deep, sliding his cock back and forth.
He felt like all his being was concentrated in his cock, which was tightly, thrillingly clutched by her creamy, hot, tight rectum.
When he pulled back, the red oiled shaft of his cock emerged from her brown ring until only the knobbed cock head remained inside her. Then he would push his shaft all they way back in, until it was enveloped by the narrow passage.
It was a supreme pleasure - pure ecstasy - when he came in his daughter's ass, spurting semen deep into her vitals.
Heavy and heated daddy spunk!
A gift for his nympho daughter.