Chapter 6
Two days after the sex marathon in Rick's apartment, Joe got the kind of break he had secretly been yearning for. It was an opportunity sent from heaven-or if you're going to be preachy about it-perhaps from hell.
Laura's mother got very ill.
It happened on Sunday night, and that meant that if Laura took Cindy with her their daughter would miss a very important pep rally and basketball game on Monday evening.
"Why can't I stay with daddy?" Cindy begged, as both she and Joe stood in the doorway of the bedroom watching Laura pack for the long trip.
"I don't think you are quite as grown up as you'd like to be," Laura said.
Joe felt a tiny panic inside him. "What's that supposed to mean, honey? I think Cindy is very mature."
"I just meant that she's never taken the time to learn much about cooking. She can't iron a blouse. She can't even clean up her room without me getting-"
"Oh, mother," Cindy sighed.
"We'll eat out," Joe insisted, "and if Cindy absolutely has to have something cleaned or washed, I am perfectly capable of demanding it from the mother of that little lout she's been mooning over."
Laura looked worried again as she snapped the clasps on her big suitcase. "That's another thing, she said, looking directly at her daughter, "I don't want you running around all over creation with Billy Wilks."
"Don't worry about that," Joe breathed. "While you're gone, Cindy is gonna be my gal. Right, Cindy?"
"I sure am, daddy."
Joe thought his wife would never get her damned gear together. Each time she almost seemed ready to go out the door, she'd remember panties here, a lipstick there. Her stalling seemed endless, but finally Joe found himself in the car with his wife in the front seat on one side and Cindy between them.
During the long drive to the airport, Cindy got a little sleepy and put her head over on Joe's shoulder. Since Laura was talking a mile a minute, she didn't notice that Joe moved his leg snugly up against the leg and thigh of his daughter. He kept his leg nudged over in that position all the way, and the delicious proximity of Cindy's young body to his made his cock grow semi-hard in his pants.
"How long do you think you'll be gone, honey?" he asked Laura as she stood at the gate ready to board the plane.
"I don't know, but I'll certainly stay three or four days. I will if you think you can manage without me."
"We'll manage."
His wife gave him a quick kiss, hugged Cindy, and then walked away from them.
And she'd be gone for a whole week, maybe!
On the drive back, Cindy was awake again for a while, and she babbled continuously about the upcoming basketball game, about school in general, about her friends, about Billy Wilks. And then she began to grow drowsy.
"Sleepy, honey?" Joe asked, huskily.
"Uh-huh, a little."
"Come on over and put your head in my lap. You can rest until we get home, then we'll pop some corn and watch the late show on television."
Despite her sleepiness, Cindy's blue eyes twinkled. "You mean I can stay up that late?"
"Sure, baby. While mom's away, we can play. Just don't tell her when she gets back."
Cindy grinned, leaned over and gave her daddy a big kiss on his cheek. "Don't worry, daddy," she burbled, "I won't tell mother anything you don't want me to-so let's have all the fun we can while she's gone!"
Joe grinned slackly at the innocent way his daughter was framing his lewd thoughts ... and smiled again as she put her head squarely in his lap and nestled one of her hands up on his knee.
Almost at once Joe could feel his oversized cock begin to grow virile and stiff. That alarmed him until he realized that Cindy had gone quite sound asleep, and so he didn't give a damn.
His prick continued to stiffen until it resembled a long, round bar of iron pushing up sideways against Cindy's face. He reached down and touched the top button of Cindy's blouse. He kept his finger there for a long time, his tool throbbing a little as he visualized a scene that he was afraid to make happen.
He could see his darling little sweetheart with her perky young tits aroused by his pinching fingertips. He could almost hear the rasp of his zipper as she would open his fly. He could even feel how her tiny fingers would send erotic thrills through his balls as she might tug and pull his violently erected cock from his pants.
And then he visualized Cindy sucking him off.
The thought of her pointed, wet young tongue licking and stroking his large penis made him almost lose control of the car!
by the time they reached home, he was sweating at his armpits, and his prick was so obscenely gorged that he had to ease Cindy off his lap while she was still asleep. He didn't want her to wake up and feel that monstrous hard-on pushing up against her face.
Born awake with the promise of her dad to let her stay up late, Cindy almost skipped into the house ahead of him. He watched her in the glare of the car lights, and once again he was amazed at how sexy and mature-and yet how girlish-his daughter was.
He decided that the magic for a guy like him was seeing the budding female in the actual process of budding. There were subtle changes every day in Cindy. He knew that every hour that passed brought a slightly fuller swell to her handsome young tits, that her cunt was still growing deeper, wider, softer. That new hairs were continually peeking out around the tender slit of her sex.
Maybe it was man's need to share that experience, he thought.
Maybe a guy like himself who worried a little now and then about losing his own youth thought he could find it again by burying his adult prick into the pubescent pussy of a fourteen-year-old girl?
He shrugged away the dumb philosophy as he shut the garage for the night and started into the house. "The simple truth is," he breathed to himself, "you've got the hots for your own daughter. You don't really give a big shit whether it's right or wrong, good or bad, moral or immoral. All you want to do is fuck her-just to see if she'd be as good as you imagined it in those goddamned dreams of yours!"
When he got in the house he locked the front and back doors. Then he wandered through the kitchen where Cindy was busily popping the corn.
"It'll be just like at the movies," Cindy grinned. "Hey, see what the late movie is, daddy."
He went to the living room and checked through the TV-Guide. He found there were three choices that night for late shows. A shoot-em-up western, a melodrama, and a horror movie. If he had been alone, he'd have chosen the western, but something clicked wickedly in his brain, and he elected to force Cindy to watch the horror movie. Something with bug-eyed monsters, creaking stairs, blown-out candles, and screams.
Just the thing to make a little gal cuddle up close to her strong, old dad!
by the time the popcorn was ready the news was coming to an end on TV, and when they had settled down on the sofa-she at one end and he at the other-the horror movie came on.
"This won't scare you, will it?" he asked, glancing at the cute way Cindy was curled up at her end of the sofa, her trim legs up under her even trimmer buttocks.
"I don't think so."
"Well, if it does, you just skitter down here by me."
It didn't take her long to skitter. The first scene of the ghastly flick was something about a head rolling down a stairway, and quicker than a cat's wink she was down at Joe's end of the sofa, cuddled up against his chest and shoulder with her eyes as wide as saucers.
He put his arm around her and felt his damned cock wanting to get hard again!
He crossed his legs to hide his erection....
It was well past midnight when Joe woke up in the darkness of his own bedroom. He had fallen into a troubled, frustrated sleep only an hour before, after having seen that Cindy brushed her teeth, put on her pajamas, and got safely to bed in her own room.
And now she was in his!
"Daddy-are you awake?"
He lifted his head from the pillow and saw the shadowy figure of his teenaged daughter standing in the doorway. The light from the hallway behind her illuminated her body through the filmy sleeping gown she was wearing over her tight pajamas.
"Sure, honey," he called, "what's wrong?"
Cindy came into the bedroom and up to him. He stuck out his hand and she took it with both of hers. She held his hand tightly.
"Daddy, do you think I'm too old to sleep with you?"
"Huh?"
"That movie. I've tried to get to sleep, but every time I close my eyes I can't see anything but-but-"
Joe felt his heart begin to beat with a quick, carnal urge. "Baby, nobody is ever too old to get scared. That darned movie unnerved me a little, too. Sure, you can sleep with me, if you want to."
In seconds she had turned out the hall light and had hopped into bed with him. To his delight, she snuggled up close to him, and even put one arm around his waist.
Feeling her body so lovingly close to his brought his old faithful to full attention again, but since he was lying with his back to her, his cock could have stuck out three feet in front and she couldn't have noticed.
"Good night, daddy," she purred, softly, pecking him with her pursed lips.
"Sleep tight, baby," he managed, his breath raspy.
He lay there without moving for what seemed an hour. He waited until she was completely asleep, her breathing smooth and regular. And then he moved.
by being very careful, and going at a snail's pace, he finally turned so that he was on his back and she was still snuggled up close against his side.
His lusty prick was sticking straight up out of his pajama fly, tenting the sheet. He didn't know why he hadn't slept in the nude tonight, the way he usually did, or why Cindy had to be wrapped like a mummy in all those damned clothes!
He inched his hand up over the curve of her thigh. He barely touched her, but feathered his fingertips lightly down and across her curving young buttocks. Just lightly feeling the lines of her ripe little ass made his balls ache with need.
Once he thought she was awake, but when he was sure again that she was sleeping he resumed his devilish exploration of her sexy body.
She wasn't in the best position in the world for him to grab a slow feel of her pussy, but the urge to do exactly that overcame the basic difficulty. By reaching his left hand over his own body he managed by slow degrees to insert a couple of his fingers between her legs and to search like a blind man along the pouting hump of her sex.
It was like feeling a soft little muffin!
Even through the pajamas he could trace the tender, hair-lined folds of her cunt lips, and sense the quicky, surrendering softness of how the twin folds came together like the furred two halves of a Georgia peach.
His prick stiffened with maddening lust as he felt Cindy's cunt. The erectile muscle running under the column of his male organ grew bulging and thick, and he could feel the large head of his cock flaring out hotly.
Almost without knowing it, he got most of his left hand wedged up between her legs. It was so much fun feeling her up as she slept that he went further than he intended to, and with a sleepy grunt of contentment Cindy suddenly shifted her body and closed her thighs in a locked position over his hand.
That scared the shit out of him for a few seconds, until he realized that she was still asleep.
Now he had his whole palm and fingers glued solidly up against her cunning little twat, and if it hadn't been for those goddamned pajamas she was wearing, he could probably have fingered the hell out of her while she snoozed!
As it was, he had to be content to move his palm up and down with gingerly care, pressuring her plump vaginal lips as much as he dared.
He wondered what kind of a dream he was producing in Cindy's innocent little brain with all that pussy teasing!
Once or twice when he would get his thumb in the right place at the top of her cunt, exactly where her youthful clitoris was developing, she would moan a bit and sigh.
The soft sounds she made in her sleep affected him like some Turkish aphrodisiac. He knew that the pleasure he was transmitting through her body by his lascivious toying with her cunt was making her sigh like that, and maybe that proved that she had a naturally libidinous nature.
Maybe in time she would be like the girl Rick Roberts had fixed him up with, a real little nympho. A hot little fucker who would never be able to get enough of big pricks, or of having her sleekly cushioned young pussy teased and fingered until "Daddy?"
He froze like a corpse, his hand still squarely plugged up against Cindy's pussy, but unmoving. He didn't dare speak.
"Daddy-I'm not sleeping," Cindy whispered, her voice small and husky. "I haven't been asleep at all."
Oh, Christ, he thought, now I've really had it! When she tells Laura about this, a ton of shit will hit the fan!
He started to jerk his hand away from her slit, but Cindy's own hand reached down and stopped him.
"You don't have to stop, daddy," she purred. He found his quaking voice. "Look, honey, I-I don't know why I did that. I guess I-"
"You don't have to explain. Just do it some more."
"Cindy, I-"
"Please, daddy. I won't tell-if you won't."
Tell? God, a shotgun butted up his ass and cocked to fire wouldn't have made him tell anything about what he'd been doing the past half-hour.
He was still hesitating, his heart beating like a goat's, when Cindy pressed her irresistible little pussy down hard over his hand. Instinctively, he pressed back.
With a low moan of girlish need, her arms came around his neck and she lifted one of her legs up over his hip.
It was too much to ask of him to stop now!
Neither of them said a word for the next few minutes. Instead of communicating verbally, they both signaled a sexual language to each other through the movements of their bodies. He rubbed her swelling young cunt against his hand, feeling it grow hot even through the pajamas, and with her leg thrown up over his hip, he had every chance he needed to really play with her.
It somehow seemed easier for him to be doing this in the darkness. He didn't think he could have managed it in broad open daylight, toying with his own daughter's teenaged quim. But here in the close, secret darkness of an otherwise empty house, he let his lustful desires have full rein.
He worked on her spreading cunt until he had her panting with short, quick breaths. And as her virginal passion grew into a sharp flame, she hugged him hard with both her arms and began to kiss him on the neck.
His prick was so furiously stiff between his legs that he was in pain.
"Wanta take off your pajamas, honey?" he whispered, raggedly.
She didn't have to be asked twice.
He threw back the sheet and helped her strip out of her sleeping garments. By now they were both accustomed enough to the darkness that they could see enough to enjoy more of what they were going to do. And Joe was already so hot and eager to go ahead with the madness of enjoying his daughter that he ripped off a couple of the bottom buttons of her pajamas.
He had her stark naked at last, and she lay in the middle of the big bed like some million-dollar sex doll created by some perverted mind for the enjoyment of rutty bastards like him. Only Cindy was no doll, she was flesh, smell, softness, hotness.
And she obviously wanted him to show her a good time.
For one or two fleeting, heady moments he thought he was actually going to fuck her, but he pulled away from that evil desire. He knew that once he got his huge prick into her tiny pussy, he'd rape her if he had to.
And he knew she wasn't ready to be fucked. He'd have to work her up to something as traumatic as having her own father break her maidenhead with his horse-sized cock.
What she needed, he knew, was to have her inexperienced young snatch eaten, sucked and kissed and licked. She needed to exercise her pussy around his long, squirming tongue, just to get the feel of sex.
She need to know how it feels to have a male mouth down there, instead of the mechanical fingers of a Sally Horton!
With his penis stiff as a club between his legs, he crouched on his knees down between her thighs. The mattress squeaked as his weight burrowed into the springs at the lower end of the bed. When he was positioned, he gently pushed her smooth young legs wide apart, and then lowered his mouth down to within a few inches of her softly whiskered cunt.
He could feel her trembling as he pursed his lips in a circle and began to gently blow on the fringed nap of her Venus mound.
He moved the fine hairs up and down with his slow, hot-blowing breath-and the pleasure of such faint titillation made her sigh.
Then, he couldn't resist one of the oldest urges known to the healthy male. He gently sniffed at her pussy, putting his nose almost into the crack running between the outer lips of her hole. He smelled the girlish hotness of her, and his randy old cock twitched between his legs like a drunk sailor's!
He had held off the real thing for as long as he could, and now with his ears turning numb with heat he rolled his tongue out of his mouth and slowly, lovingly licked just at the surface of her pliant twat.
"OOOooooohhhh, d-d-daddy yyyy!"
He licked the succulent trench again, using a bit more pressure, getting the flat of his tongue solidly up against the soft, yielding flesh of her slit. He stroked wetly up and down, each time trying to tease apart the heating folds of her cunt with the tip of his tongue.
"Ah,"
"Cindy moaned.
He could feel the curling ringlets of her pussy tickling the tip of his nose as he continued to use his tongue on the quivering outer lips of her sex, and even though he couldn't see it in the half-darkness, he sensed that her cunt was swelling outward, the twin humps bloating the way a female's genitalia naturally bloats when anticipating the pleasurable invasion of the male organ.
He licked her pussy a bit harder now, worming his tongue an inch or so inside on each stroke, making her squirm above him like a fish on a hook.
The hotter his tongue made her grow, the more she liked it, and the more she responded to what he was doing to her. She lifted her thighs up to him like a clever young acrobat, and held them suspended for long moments at a time while he slowly licked and sucked the whole of her pussy.
He loved the taste of her-salty and sweet at the same time, the ambrosial juices of a fourteen-year-old virgin aroused for the first time by a man's hungry tongue!
He stopped only once, and that was to drag a pillow down and stuff it under her flushed, firm buttocks. That lifted her darling little cunt up to his mouth like a cup of nectar, and he then proceeded to suck her with shameless abandon.
He buried his head so deep between her pubescent thighs that his ears touched the insides of her legs. He roved with his starving tongue deeper and deeper into the hot sheathe of her cunt, lapping and licking for the meaty magic of her pussy.
With the intense stimulation of her father's wicked tongue funneling in and out of her slit, Cindy arched her legs wider apart and brought both of her hands down to hold the sides of his head while he ate her.
She tossed her head from side to side, her little pink tongue lolling out in the ecstasy of the moment. It was obvious to Joe from the persistent throbs that racked the twitching pussy beneath his tongue that he was getting her close to an orgasm.
In order to increase her joy-to say nothing of his own!-he brought his fingertips up to the edges of her sprouting cunt and pulled the outer lips wide apart. Then he licked with long, powerful strokes of his tongue at the slicker, inner lips of her beautiful little gap.
It turned her on like crazy!
"OH, DADDY! YES! OOOOHHHH-DO THAT! YES!!!"
He did more than that. He found the surprisingly well-developed little bud of her clitoris and began to suck it with all his strength.
It took only a few blindingly rapturous seconds of having her clit sucked to make her cum.
With a raw squeal of pure lust, she wrapped her legs tight around his bobbing head and spasmed wildly against his tongue. He felt her steamy liquids spritz against his nostrils and run wetly down his chin.
As he continued to clean out her exhausted young pussy with lazy laps of his tongue, one proud thought pounded hard in his mind.
She was his now, and no dumb little shit like Billy Wilks would ever have a chance to catch up with him!