Chapter 5
The rude clanging of the telephone finally penetrated Fred's near somnambulistic sleep. Groggy, eyes completely out of focus and head pounding mercilessly, he groped around and finally found the telephone on the nightstand.
"Hello?"
"Fred! Is that you, Fred?"
Even in the near disaster state of his mind and body Fred recognized Grace's voice.
"Hi, sweetheart," he said into the mouthpiece.
"Hi, yourself! My, you're the original sleepy head grouch this morning. It's after eight, darling. You're due at work in twenty minutes."
"Christ, I overslept!"
"Obviously. I have sad news, dear. My sister died this morning."
"I'm sorry to hear that, sweetheart. When?"
"About an hour ago. She passed on in her sleep."
"Thank heavens for that."
"Yes. At least she didn't linger to suffer. Her attack left her paralyzed on the right side, so she'd have suffered if she'd survived."
"When is the funeral?" Fred asked, wishing to hell his damned brain would start functioning!
"We wanted to have it Sunday, but at the moment it looks like it will have to be Monday. Everything is booked on Sunday."
"Want me to come up?"
"I don't think it's necessary, sweetheart. You hardly knew Ruth. And you'd have to do something about Janie. It's just a lot of unnecessary expense. We've always said we'd rather spend it on the living, remember?"
"Sure," Fred replied, wondering why his brain was limited to monosyllable replies.
"How's Janie?"
"Fine," Fred responded automatically. He glanced over to see his thirteen-year-old daughter sitting up in bed beside him, her lovely tits bare before his eyes.
"Good. I'd better let you get cracking. You're late for work already. I'll call again tonight or tomorrow morning when all the plans are made. With any luck, I'll be home Monday night late."
"We miss you," Fred said, a guilty feeling sweeping through his system as he looked at their daughter in bed with him.
"Miss you both. Bye, bye!"
"Was that Mom?" Janie asked, holding her hand to her head.
"Uh-huh," Fred replied, staring a little dumbly at the wall.
"When will she be home?"
"Monday. After the funeral."
"Oh! Gee, I sure don't feel very good!"
"What's the matter?" Fred asked.
"My head! It's splitting! And my stomach's a little queasy."
"Me too," Fred sighed. "Cricket, we have what might well be record breaking hangovers."
"Do I have to go to school? It's Friday."
"I don't think you should go to school with a hangover. Not at the tender age of thirteen."
"What's my age have to do with it?" she asked defensively.
"There's only one cure for this," he sighed, cautiously pulling himself out of bed and holding his head in pain as movement sent the hammers racing in his skull. "A bloody Mary."
"Can I have one?" Janie asked. "Okay. I'll mix them. You stay here. Moving is no fun!"
Fred made his way to the kitchen, each step ringing a brass gong in his head. He cursed as he searched for the can of tomato juice he remembered seeing somewhere. Then, when he at last found that, he began searching all over again for the worstershire sauce.
In the bar he poured the remainder of the gin bottle in the pitcher, added tomato juice and sauce, then doused it with salt and pepper before stirring. Carrying the pitcher and two glasses, he made his way back to the bedroom.
Janie remained as still as possible. Every time she moved, pain shot through her like angry rockets! She saw her father walk through the door and her eyes fixed on his limp penis swaying from his crotch like an elephant's trunk. How she loved to watch his prick! If she didn't feel so bad she'd reach out and take it in her hand to kiss it!
"Here, get this down and you'll feel better."
"Tomato juice?"
'Tomato juice and a few other things." Janie watched him drain the tall glass in one long series of swallows and she imitated his action. "Holy cow, what was in that?" she asked as it burned in her tummy. "A hair of the dog."
"What?"
"A little booze, Cricket. It's the only way I know to cure a hangover like we've got."
"You get drunk to cure a hangover?"
"No," Fred laughed. "God, don't even mention getting drunk! You just take a shot or two to ... well, hell, I don't know what it does, but it works!"
"It does! I feel better already!" Janie said. "My stomach has stopped tumbling like a cement mixer."
Fred remained standing beside the bed gazing down at his pretty thirteen-year-old daughter's naked body. The covers were down and her crotch as well as her tits was completely visible. No one would ever believe she's only thirteen, he said to himself as his eyes once again feasted on her firm breasts.
"My head feels better now," she said, "but I'm almost afraid to move! Are you going to work?"
"I'm debating it right now," he laughed.
Fred was an independent building contractor and owned his own small business. At present he had two houses under construction and all he had " scheduled for today were regular inspections. He had to go to the bank to draw out his weekly payroll for tomorrow, but that could be done this afternoon. So could the inspections. What he had planned to do today was look for new contracts to bid on. Business had been very slow with the shortage of mortgage money.
"Screw it!" he sighed. "I need some rest. I'll make a run this afternoon."
"Good!" Janie said. "I'm really feeling much better now. Can I have some more of the tomato juice?"
"Sure," Fred laughed, pouring the remainder of the pitcher into their glasses. "This will relax us and maybe we can get some more sleep."
Janie drained her glass and placed it on the nightstand. Then she leaned over and reached up to take his long, limp penis in her hand.
"I just love your prick," she sighed.
"Janie . .. Cricket, I don't..."
Janie never gave him a chance to finish. She fondled his flaccid prick for a moment, then brought it to her lips and quickly sucked it into her mouth. It was so much easier when it was soft like this! She could feel his pulse begin pounding in the veins that laced his long shaft and she knew that it wouldn't be soft very long!
Fred could feel his balls twitch as his pretty daughter's mouth surrounded his cock. He wondered if there was a more beautiful sight in the world as he stared down at her taking his dick into her mouth. She was staring up at him with those radiant blue eyes of hers while her cheeks drew in as she began sucking on his now inflating meat. What a way to start a day! With a girl like Janie around, a man would always have more than he could handle!
Janie thought it was very exciting to feel his cock growing in her mouth! She could feel the blood rushing into his organ as she swirled her tongue around his growing shaft. The thickness of his prick was forcing her jaws apart, but it wasn't painful the way it had been the night before.
When it was thoroughly rigid and straining, the young girl began moving her lips up and down his shaft the way she had the night before. She reached up and cupped his balls in her hand and felt the whirling motion of his juices as she sucked him.
"AAAaaahhh!" Fred moaned as he remained standing staring down at the girl's voluptuous naked body on the bed. His eyes were fixed on his prick spearing the child's face. Her lips were stretched taut and wrapped firmly around his aching cock and he could feel the warm air escaping from her flared nostrils as she breathed through her nose. Her breath waft against his surging shaft as it glided in and out of her throat. Her hand on his balls was driving him wild! She was gently massaging them as she drew his raging prick in and out of her warm throat and he felt like he was going to explode!
Fred's body trembled with excitement and suddenly something snapped inside him to turn him into a lust-filled animal! He gazed at her almost bare slit and suddenly knew that he had to fuck her!
Janie could feel the change in her father taking place. It came to her in a dozen small ways. His balls became tight, as if they were suddenly gathering energy. His cock in her mouth expanded and became as hard as a bar of steel. And the muscles in his thighs and tummy suddenly seemed to ripple with new power.
When he grabbed her hair in his hand and pulled her head away from his crotch, the young girl was frightened. She could read the lust in his eyes and it scared her!
"What-What are you-going to do?" she stammered as he pushed her flat on her back on top of the covers and none too gently forced her legs apart by digging his fingers into her soft, tender thighs.
"I'm going to make you a woman!" he said in a strangely animal voice. "Get your legs apart!"
"Why?" she asked in a small, frightened voice.
"I'm going to fuck you!"
Janie had thought of this. She wondered what it felt like to have a man's cock in her cunt. She wanted to try it. But not like this! Her father wasn't like himself at all and he scared her.
With terror stricken eyes she watched him kneel between her legs and take his long, hard cock in his hand. It was still moist from her mouth and a tear hung like a tiny icicle from the small slit in the swollen head.
"Please!" she murmured in a small voice.
When he ignored her, Janie's panic increased. She watched him slowly guide his huge cock to her slit. Then she felt the swollen make contact with her wet gash. It felt good and sent small sparks racing through her system, but she was still frightened of him. As she watched, he slowly moved his massive organ down her slit. Then she felt the head pressing against her hole.
"Please!" she murmured again. She tried to get him to look into her eyes, but his eyes were fixed on the sight of his cock poised at the entrance to her virginal vagina.
He wiggled his hips and lunged before Janie had time to prepare!
"AAAAaaarrruuuggghhhh!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs as the sharpest pain she had ever experienced in her life ripped through her body. She could feel her flesh tearing as he rammed his telephone pole into her!
"Oh my god!" she cried when she glanced down and saw that he only had an inch or two of his cock inside her. He'd kill her if he tried to put it all up her!
"AAAAAiiieeeee!!! NO! GOD, NO! STOP... IT! YOU'RE KILLING MEEEE!!! STOP IT!"
Tears gushed forth from her young eyes to form rivers running down her cheeks. Her body was wracked with sobs as she gnashed her teeth and grasped her hair in her fingers to pull against the incredible pain in her crotch.
Fred ignored his thirteen-year-old daughter's frantic cries and concentrated on working his huge cock up her tight cunt. He applied a constant pressure and jerked his hips to worm it up inch by inch.
Through her tear-filled eyes Janie watched his thick penis worm its way little by little into her vagina. She felt her hymen tear open as he plunged deeper and deeper inside her womb!
"FOR . .. GOD'S . .. SAKE .. . STOP!" she screamed, now doubling her hands into fists and beating wildly against his shoulders.
"YYyyiiieee!" she cried when he gave a final thrust with his hips that sent his prick sinking to the hilt in her tortured vagina. His wiry pubic hair was now pressing against her clitoris. It felt good, but the pain inside was still too intense to allow her to enjoy anything!
"Shut up and take it like a woman!" he said quietly. "The pain will go away in a minute."
"You're killing me!" she screeched. "I can't stand it! Can't you understand that!"
Gradually, Janie felt the pain begin to fade. He was holding his huge cock buried to the hilt inside her, but he wasn't moving. She felt her vaginal muscles relax and lose their tautness as the pain dulled.
And as the pain faded, the thirteen-year-old girl became aware of other sensations. She could feel his hairy balls resting on the cheeks of her bottom. His pubic hair grinding subtly against her clitoris sent tiny ripples of joy coursing through her body.
"Better?" he asked quietly.
"Yes," she replied in a small voice and with pouting lips. She was still scared of him and a little mad at him.
"Good! Now let's do some fucking!"
Janie felt him slowly withdraw his thick trunk from her ravaged vaginal canal.
"Don't!" she said.
"Don't what?" he laughed.
"Don't take it out," she said in a very small voice.
"Why, Cricket?" he chuckled, holding just the head of his aching cock inside her tight little hole.
"Because. .. because it feels good!" she said a little defiantly.
"What do you want me to do?" the thirty-seven-year-old man asked his thirteen-year-old daughter.
"Fuck me!" she said, realizing that he wanted her to ask him to do it to her.
"So you want to be fucked!"
"Yes! OOOOOooohhhhh!!!"
Janie was again caught unprepared! He jerked his hips and thrust his cock to the very depths of her womb with one hard, swift lunge that sent rockets of passion sailing through her innocent young body.
She was still a little uncomfortable. Her cunt felt stuffed to the limit with his throbbing meat. It even felt like her entire body was wrapped around his surging prick! The walls of her virginal vagina were stretched to their limit and beyond, yet the joy of having his cock inside her far overbalanced her discomfort.
Again he began slowly withdrawing his hard pole from her hole.
"No, please!" she pleaded.
"You like it inside your cunt, Cricket?"
"Yes!"
"Now maybe you can see why women are never really happy unless they have a hot, hard prick in them."
"God, yes! Don't take it out, please! OOOOooohhh!!"
Once again he lunged into her with a swift thrust that made the swollen, pulsating head of his prick bounce against her young cervix. And once again rockets of passion exploded before her young eyes.
He did it again-and again! She could feel his heavy, hairy balls bouncing against the tender cheeks of her ass in cadence with his deep thrusts into her womb.
Janie noticed that the intervals between his long strokes into her vagina became shorter and shorter. She also heard his breath coming faster as he was obviously becoming very hot.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK ME HARD!" she said, smiling to herself when his body reacted violently to each of her pleas. Every time she used those words he became a roaring bull! "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The pubescent girl's body burst into flames as he bucked into her with rapid, deep, hard strokes. His cock was moving in and out of her hole like an electric plunger and each stroke brought waves of passion sweeping through her system.
Remembering what she had seen her mother do with the other man, Janie threw her legs into the air and wrapped them around his heaving waist. She locked her ankles behind his hips and began digging her heels into his ass like a jockey riding a race horse.
"Fuck ... me ... fuck ... me . .. fuck ... me ... fuck .. . me ... fuck . .. me!" she chanted in his ear as she rode his lunging pole for all she was worth! His balls were now slapping the cheeks of her ass loudly in perfect rhythm with his thrusts, and every time he sunk his rod to the hilt inside her he ground his pelvis against her erect, excited clitoris.
Janie had never been this excited before in her life. Her body had become a wire pulled so tight it would break at any moment! She was a woman! A complete, mature woman! She had a hard cock inside her and she was no longer a child!
"Fuck me!" she began her chant again, but now she could no longer control her superheated body. She was so stuffed with hard cock she thought her eyes would pop right out of her young head! "Oh my lord! Now! NOW! aaaaaaaiiieeeeee!!!"
It happened when she felt his cock expand and explode inside her to fill her canal with his hot cream. It erupted in the depths of her cervix in a hot stream that seemed to sear every nerve ending in her vagina!
She could feel a series of firecrackers exploding from her trembling toes to her scalp as she went through spasm after spasm of an orgasm so intense she wouldn't have believed it possible! Janie held onto his body with her knees and legs long after he stopped bucking against her. She had his neck in a death grip as her body continued trembling and quaking.
"Cricket, you'll have to let go," Fred said quietly. "I have to go to the bathroom."
"NO!" she gasped. "I won't let go! I want your cock inside me."
"But I have to go to the head, honey!"
"Go inside me! I won't let go!"
Fred smiled fondly at his fantastic daughter. He tried to break free of her hold, but she held on tenaciously. Finally, he picked her up, his cock still buried deep in her cunt, and carried her into the bathroom.
"Now you'd better let me go or I'll flood your cunt, Cricket!"
"Go ahead!" she dared him. "I won't let you out of my cunt!"
She felt him hesitate and sweet triumph coursed through her system. Then she suddenly felt a powerful, hot stream of liquid flooding her vagina! It felt like she had a firehose loose inside her! The hot liquid flooded her canal, then began running down the full cheeks of her bottom. Still she clung to him! She heard the liquid falling and splashing on the tile floor of the bathroom, but she didn't care.
His stream kept coming and coming! She began to wonder if it would ever end! Then she remembered that she too had to relieve herself and she laughingly relaxed the muscles that controlled her bladder and let go with a stream of her own.
"You devil!" he laughed when he felt her peeing on his crotch. Her warm urine swamped his groin and soaked his balls as it ran down his thighs to form puddles on the tile floor.
"Now we're linked for life!" she said.
"What?"
"Like in that new book by James Clavel, Shogun," she replied. "The Japanese used to seal a solemn pledge by mixing their piss!"
"A man and a woman?"
"Well, no. At least when he did it in the book it was always two men. Hey, your prick has gone soft!"
"That's another fact of life, Cricket," Fred laughed.
"When will it get hard again?" she demanded. "At eleven-thirteen exactly," he said, glancing at his watch.
"You're putting me on!" she replied with a pout.
"No, Cricket, I'm putting you off-right now!" He grabbed her ankles and broke her hold on his waist.
"Now, you're going to mop this mess up and we're both going to take nice hot showers. Then we're going to have a long talk."
"Can't we fuck some more and talk later?"
"No," he said a little more seriously than before. "I think we'd better have a nice long talk. Now run get the mop while I grab a shower."
She obeyed with a pout on her pretty lips and walked out to go to the kitchen for the mop.
Fred shook his head when he felt a familiar twitch in his balls as he watched her tits and ass jiggle as she left the bathroom. Then he swung around and turned on the taps for a hot shower. Fred refused to think while he lathered his entire body and let his tired muscles relax under the soothing hot water. Time enough for that later, he told himself.
When he reached out for a towel to dry himself, he saw that she had already mopped the tile floor.
"Come on," he said. "Your turn. You shower while I dry."
"Okay," she said a little sullenly, climbing into the stall and turning the taps on.
When .Janie got out and dried herself, her father was nowhere in evidence. She walked into his bedroom and was surprised to find it empty. Without bothering about clothing, the thirteen-year-old girl walked down the hall and found her father sitting in the living room in his robe. He was smoking a cigarette and sipping a steaming cup of coffee.
"Aren't you going to put something on?" he asked, once again feasting his eyes on her incredibly ripe body.
"Nope!" she replied matter-of-factly.
"I wish you would."
"Why? Don't you like to look at my body?"
"I like it too much, Cricket. That's the point."
"Well, I'm not putting anything on. I think you look silly in that robe, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Sit down, honey, and let's talk."
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Ten-fifteen," he replied, glancing at his wrist watch. "Why?"
"I just wanted to know how long it was until eleven-thirteen," she said with a devilish smile as she sat down next to him on the couch and pressed her thigh deliberately against his.
"Look, Cricket, I don't know exactly where to start..."
"Is this to be a serious talk?" she asked in a mock severe tone of voice.
"Yes it is. And I wish that you'd take it seriously."
"Okay, but you'd better get to it or we'll be here all day. You want to talk about sex and probably about incest and all that, right?"
"Well, sort of. Christ, how far ahead of me are you?"
"I don't know. How far behind are you? I thought about all of that before I came home last night."
And what conclusion did you reach?" Fred asked, shaking his head and taking a long sip of coffee.
"That it's silly. Look, I'm on the Pill, right?"
"Right."
"So I can't get pregnant. And that's what incest is all about, isn't it? I mean, the only reason incest is bad is because people in the same family can cause problems with genes and all that."
"I suppose," he began.
"So if I can't get pregnant, incest doesn't mean anything, does it?"
"Well, not in that way, I guess," he admitted.
"You and Mom started me on the pill so that I could have sex when and where I wanted to without taking a chance on getting pregnant, right?"
"Well... yes."
"So?"
"So, Cricket, some people would react very strongly to a father balling his daughter."
"So screw those people!"
"And I'm not at all sure your mother might not be among them," Fred sighed, voicing a fear that had been with him all morning.
"Mom's not like that, is she?" Janie asked, less confident now.
"I'm not sure," Fred said slowly. "Your mother is very liberal. Hell, she's gung ho for swapping.
But how she'll react to my balling you is something else."
"Did the two of you ever decide what you'd do if I wanted to start swinging with you and other people?" Janie asked very practically.
"Well... in a way."
"And?"
"And we decided that if you wanted to and understood what it was all about, we wouldn't object."
"So if I can ball with swingers, why can't I ball with you?" she asked. "How could Mom object?"
"Cricket, your mother and I have just started swinging. How can I explain it to you?" Try!"
"We grew up under a different morality than we have today. I'm not sure your mother will object, but I'm pretty sure that she'll be shocked if she finds out we just starting balling without ever even talking it out with her."
"Oh, I see!" Janie said quickly. "She'll want to be part of the decision. Well, that's easy. We just won't tell her. Well work it out so she thinks it's her idea. Then well pretend it's the first time. I'll stay a virgin for a while longer!" she laughed.
"Cricket, please take this seriously!" Fred admonished.
"I am! You're the one who's being silly. You're saying that I can go ball any old, ugly man anywhere I want without Mom getting upset, but if I ball my own father she'll flip out."
"Christ, Cricket, when you put it that way, it sounds ridiculous."
"Right on!"
"Oh, I know we adults sound silly at times, but what you don't allow for is that we really aren't that sure of ourselves. We're caught in the middle of this crazy revolution."
"I understand," she said seriously, placing her hand on her father's arm affectionately. "But, look, you have to consider what I want, don't you?"
"Well, of course!" Fred assured her.
"Well, I can tell you right now that I really like sex! I like to have you eat my cunt. Oh, wow, do I like that! And I like to suck your cock. And most of all, I really like to fuck! And you know what I like best about all of this?"
"What?" he asked, both excited and depressed by her words.
"That I can enjoy my body and the joys of sex without having to belong to some boy and pretend that I'm madly in love with him. I already love you, but I really don't have any big desire to start playing the silly sex games on dates."
"Why?" Fred asked.
"Oh, because they are silly," she said seriously, "and because both the boys and the girls talk. My god, they tell everything. Marsha went down on Bill. Millie jacked Bob off. Things like that."
"So what do you want to do, Cricket?" he asked with interest. He was proud of his practical, sensible young daughter.
"Learn about sex, all about it. Try everything and get as good as I can at the things I like. Then, when I meet the boy of my dreams, I'll knock him off his feet."
"Hey, how about getting me another cup of coffee, Cricket? The pot's in the kitchen."
"Okay. Hey, I'm sort of hungry. How about you?"
"Well..."
"I can fry us some eggs and make toast."
"Sounds good," he returned with a smile.
"But only if you take off that silly robe!" she taunted as she turned and skipped across the living room toward the kitchen.
Fred smiled, and at the same time cursed his balls for itching when he watched her nubile body jiggling and bouncing across the room. He finished his cigarette and drained his coffee while he heard her rattling pots and pans. Then he smelled the odor of fresh frying eggs. "Breakfast!" she called.
Fred stood, smiled and slipped out of his robe to walk to the table with nothing more than his slippers on.