Chapter 8
Claiming an emergency at home, Herman was able to get the vice-principal to bring Francine to the phone.
"Are you alone?" he asked her. "Can anybody overhear you talking to me?"
She said she was, that he could say whatever he wanted to. He asked how she'd like to meet him soon and go somewhere where they could be together for a long time. Francine was overjoyed at the prospect. He told her he couldn't explain everything then, but for her to go get Jilly out of class and wait for him in the lobby. This surprised her, but she readily agreed to do what he said.
Because the vice-principal knew it was the girls' father who pulled up out front to pick them up, and because he had called ahead, he was able to whisk them off without any school officials even trying to phone the family's home. If they had done so, of course, Laverne would have found out about Herman's wild plan and would have been able to stop him.
First he drove out of town several miles and stopped at a big restaurant. The girls were having a great time just from being able to get out of school, and getting to eat out was that much more diversion. They didn't question their daddy when he said he was going to "treat them to a surprise."
When Jilly had to go to the powder room, Herman took advantage of her absence to tell Francine much more. Speaking rapidly to finish before Jilly came back, he told her he had quit his job-omitting the real details entirely-and that he had figured a way for him and her to be able to do anything they wanted with each other every day of the week, but that it involved leaving their mother and running away with him. Also, Jilly must be included, he told her.
The whole thing seemed like a great adventure to Francine's young romantic mind and she agreed to his plan with even less difficulty than he had expected. He emphasized that she would have to do every single thing he told her, but that it would be fun and she would like it. Again she agreed.
Then he came to what he feared might be the touchiest part. He admitted to Francine that he hoped to do the same kind of things with Jilly that he had taught her how to do. At first the idea came as a pretty big shock. But he soon convinced her he would still have the same feelings for her as al ways, and that they would be able to be together in their "new house" without having to watch out for her mother catching them.
It all seemed very strange to her, but she agreed to everything anyway. After all, a few weeks before she would never have believed what was happening between her dad and her. Not in a million years would she have believed he would become her lover. So why not trust him this time too, even though she didn't quite understand exactly how it would all work out?
They all had a big meal and left the restaurant in great spirits. Herman simply told Jilly the three of them were going on a long trip together and that her mother wasn't coming, and she accepted it without question. It was such fun rocketing down the highway while the other kids were back at their desk!
They drove until dark and he got them a room at a motel in the mountains. They were among huge pines now and the scenery was beautiful. There was a big swimming pool there, where he managed to have the girls go while he sat in his room and thought about what he was going to do. He had been talking through his hat when mentioned a new "home" to the girls. All he had was a month's pay and the determination that he could make out somehow as long as he didn't have to keep living with his wife.
He looked at the clock. If he didn't call soon, he knew Laverne might do something drastic. A telegram would be better. He didn't want to talk to her on the phone and have to answer any questions. He went to a pay phone and wired her, telling her simply that he was leaving her, taking the kids with him, had lost his job, but would take good care of the girls. And he added that he hoped she would not call in the police, as the children would suffer from the publicity. In the last sentence he said he would get in touch again when he had had more time to think.
After the message was dispatched, Herman felt much better. He knew she might be furious, but was pretty sure she would heed his plea not to get the cops after him. There was no way for her to know about his sex with Francine, so that wouldn't enter the picture at all. She would probably flip out when she discovered why he lost his job, but so what? He wouldn't be around to hear her scream about it. Let her find some other guy to lord it over. He would do just fine with Francine and Jilly, thank you.
The girls came in chattering and dripping wet, dashing around the motel room for towels. After they were dry they headed for the bathroom to shower and change back into their clothes. Herman thought of trying to sneak a look at his daughters, but thought better of it. If things went like he planned, he would have a great time with the two of them that night without having to be satisfied with just taking a peek at their naked bodies.
The room was large and well appointed, with one large bed and one twin size. He had taken the room, letting the manager assume he would sleep in the twin bed while his daughters occupied the larger one together. But his real plans were quite different.
He let them watch television 'til both were pretty sleepy, then told them to go into the bathroom and change into their night clothes. As Francine left the room he winked at her and she winked back. She didn't know what he was going to do, but was now assured he hadn't forgotten about her. Whatever happened would be plenty of fun.
When they came back in their nighties he was sitting up in the big bed with the television still going, already dressed in his pajamas as though he too was about ready to go to sleep. Since Jilly had asked earlier to watch the tube awhile longer even though her eyes were drooping shut, she was surprised to see it still on.
"Did you change your mind, Daddy?" she asked. "Can we watch it longer after all?"
Playing the part of the generous father, he said with an indulgent smile, "Well, I did notice that a horror movie comes on in just a little while. I thought I'd let you stay up as a special occasion treat for that."
"Oh, boy, that's my favorite kind of movie!" cried Jilly. "Thanks, Daddy!"
Then she realized that the television set was built into the wall in front of the big bed that he was still occupying. "You gonna watch it with us?" she asked. She had thought he was going to go to sleep in the twin bed while she and Francine watched by themselves.
"Yeah," he said offhandedly, "I thought I might watch it awhile with you girls. If you don't mind splitting your bed with me, that is, 'til the movie's over. Since we're all in the same room I wouldn't be able to go to sleep for the noise, anyway."
"Oh, good," Francine enthused, understanding what was taking place and playing along. "Daddy's gonna watch with us, Jilly!"
"Groovy!" chirped the younger daughter, accepting the arrangement at once. "Sure you can split our bed with us, Daddy?"
It was working even smoother than he thought. As the girls bounced into bed on each side of him, he and Francine exchanged knowing looks. It was just cool enough to make Jilly slip under the covers automatically without concerning herself that she'd be right next to her dad ... with him in pajamas and her in nothing but her flimsy little gown.
Francine, of course, was delighted at the opportunity to snuggle up to him without attracting attention. Jilly had no reason to suspect what was happening on Francine's side of the bed ... that her sis already had insinuated her hand inside their daddy's p.j.'s and was at that very moment secretly fondling his cock.
Nor did the little carrot-top suspect that her dad was furtively stimulating her sister's naked titty with the hand she couldn't see. The movie began and everyone was happy-Jilly because she was getting to stay up and watch it, and Herman and Francine because they were finally getting to feel each other up after having been so long apart.
And during the scary parts, Jilly welcomed his arm around her too. She would yell and press against him from fright. It soon became natural for him to have his arm around her shoulders as well as around Francine's. But Francine was bothered by having to share him.
She was pretty sure her dad was itching to feel up her little sister, but she didn't care at all as long as he kept what he was doing to her own eager body.
Before long, Herman feigned being sleepy and slid down in the bed. Things had happened so gradually that it didn't seem strange to Jilly for him to do so ... she hardly even noticed it. Soon Francine mumbled that she also was sleepy and likewise slid from where she'd been sitting against the headboard. Jilly was still sitting up with her eyes on the tube, oblivious to the fact that some perfectly delicious touches were being exchanged between her dad and her big sis.
But before long there were no monsters to be seen in the movie and she began to be a little bored. It was far past the time she was accustomed to staying up, too. In an amazingly short time, she lost interest so much that she really did doze off. Soon she was slumped down in bed and her eyes were closed tight.
"She's asleep, sugar," Herman whispered to Francine. "Hop up and turn the TV off, okay?"
She snapped it off and was in bed beside him again in seconds, the room dark as pitch.
"You don't have to whisper, Daddy," she said to him. "Jilly's just like I am, remember? She hates to go to sleep but once she finally does, nothing can wake her 'til morning."
"Does that just happen to be a hint?" he asked. "A hint that if you and I wanted to play around some, we don't have to worry about waking her?"
Francine giggled and slipped her hand into his. "Well, it might be, yeah."
They turned facing each other and he could hardly get his hands on her fast enough.
She felt his fingers on the jutting mounds of her firm little tits and shivered from head to toe.
"Oh, wow," she confided, "I've been wanting to have you touch me there for so long, Daddy. I began to think we'd never get to do this anymore."
"Don't worry, honey," he consoled her, "I couldn't have stood being in that house with you much longer without being able to get naked with you and love you up. It's gonna be different from now on."
He milked her sweet tits with both hands and then added, "Is this the only place you've been wanting to have me touch for so long, honey?"
Francine giggled happily. She loved it when he teased her like that. She was getting pretty sexy about the way she answered him back sometimes, too, in a smarty-pants kind of way.
"What do you think I took your hand for just now?" she impudently retorted. "I was gonna put it the same place you've got it right now ... and the other one someplace else."
She took one of his hands off her tits and guided it down along the smooth warmth of her flat tummy. He was delighted at her growing aggressiveness, and his fingers were fairly itching to touch her furry little crotch. She slowed down as she led it over her navel, as though that was the place she had been referring to. When he reacted, she laughed at her little joke and brought the hand on down to the place where her curls began sprouting in a straight line below her narrow waist.
Herman didn't want to take so long about things off and rolling as he had done with her first time.
He immediately stuck his finger in. To his surprise, she was already moist as hell.
"You little witch," he cackled, "this goddamned cunt of yours is as wet as it can be and I haven't even touched it yet."
In a voice that seemed very husky and mature for her age, she said, "I know ... ever since you did it to me on the couch that day it's been getting hot and wet pretty fast. And pretty often too. I got this way in bed at home sometimes just from thinking about that time."
Herman rolled over and straddled her. He set his prick against the outer lips of her little jewel and she jerked her legs apart for him like a trained puppy.
"Ahhh," she said, her breath being sucked in and out of her lungs at the thrill. "I can't believe that feels so, Daddy ... please keep it there, will you-please keep it there and don't take it away from me for a long time?"
He loved her craving for it. He thought of her lying at home in bed all those nights and thinking about getting screwed by him, and his cock pulsed. It was already stiff as a board and the end of it was inside her vestibule, so when it pulsed she could feel it. He felt her wriggle her cunt under him in response and felt her titty rise and fall under his fingers as she took a super-deep breath. The kid was sensitive as a tinderbox.
"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, "don't wait. Lemme have it all now! I can take it all, I'm wet enough ... it won't hurt me. Oh, lemme have the whole thing!"
Yet as much as he revered the youngster and as much as he loved fucking her fresh little pussy, Herman had a perverse streak of evil in him that made him want to tease her. He held the head of his cock still and even made her appetite greater by fingering her juicy little clit.
"You'll get it, sugar," he said, breathing heavily. "You'll get it soon enough. You gotta promise me some things first though!"
Francine was beside herself with desire. She thought it was mean of him to treat her this way when he knew she wanted it so bad. And it made her cunt need fucking even more than if he had gone ahead and started doing it.
She huffed and puffed and told him she would do anything he wanted her to, why did he want her to promise it? Whatever it was he wanted, she said, she would certainly promise-what was it he was talking about?
"Oh, a lot of things, sweetie," he said, purposely drawing it out, "Things you might not want to do at first, things you might be afraid of-you probably wouldn't let me fuck you that first time, for example, if I hadn't been real slow and easy with you. If I'd have told you to take off your clothes and let your daddy see what you had under there, I bet you wouldn't have done it, would you? You'd have been afraid you were doing something nasty or naughty, I'll bet, isn't that right?"
As he spoke he slowly worked his cock in circles against the outer lips of her cunt, granting a touch to the inner lips only at erratic moments. The girl's poor pussy was on fire.
"Oh, I don't know, Daddy," she answered, her words nearly obscured by her rapid breathing, "I might have. Maybe I would have. I ... can't think now, you've got me so hot I-oh, Daddy, I'd do anything you told me now for sure! What's the difference?"
He gave her about a quarter-inch and then back out again. "There's plenty of things you don't know about yet that I'm gonna want you to do ... you sure you won't back out on me?"
"Oh, no," she gasped, "no, Daddy, anything. Anything! I would have anyway ... why are you teasing me like this to make me say I will?"
He ignored her question, easing into her and out again two or three times in succession. "How about cunt-licking?" he continued, "You let me do that? Put my mouth down there and tongue you where I've got cock right now?"
"Sure, Daddy," she said, "sure!"
She'd heard of that before, vaguely but definitely. It even sounded like fun. Why did he think she wouldn't let him?
"And would you do me the same way?" he pressed. "Put your face in my crotch and take a mouthful of cock into that sweet little mouth of yours?"
She realized this request would have given her pause, in practice. Her knowledge of this was even slimmer than what she knew about letting a guy suck a girl, and it seemed kind of dirty to think of having the thing in her mouth. But she'd certainly give it a whirl anyway. Especially when posed to her at a time like this!
She cried that she would.
He gave her about a half inch, in and out like before, and teased her clit with a few feathery strokes of his fingertip.
"And will you finger yourself and lemme watch you?" he went on, "Will you do that? We've never talked about it but I know you must do it sometimes. I'll be wanting to watch you, sometimes even when you have your clothes on ... like when we're maybe going somewhere in the car I might want you to just jerk your skirt up and your panties down and go to it."
"I ... oh, Daddy, you're so mean to me ... I'll-yes, I'll do that too, everything you said," she puffed.
The very mention of playing with herself had shocked her to death. How did he know she ever did that to herself? It was true, of course, although she hadn't done it much 'til after he had fucked her and made her conscious of how good a girl's pussy can feel to her. But she'd just have to force herself to overcome her embarrassment over the matter, she guessed. She sure wasn't going to refuse him anything!
"And will you go on your knees for me and let me fuck you in the asshole?" he went on, goosing his prick a little farther up her cunt with each question. "Will you do that? Spread your cheeks and let me fuck you dog style, maybe frig yourself while I'm doing it?"
Oh! She had never heard of that before. It sounded awful. Dirty and ... yech-she didn't even want to think about it. But ... but, by gosh, she would do it, yes she would. She even considered how it must hurt to have that done to you, and still was willing to let him fuck her that way if he wanted.
She cried that she would do that too.
Herman was so excited by her damp soft body and by her answers to his embarrassing questions that he was afraid he might shoot his nuts off, yet he was loving the performance so much he wanted to keep it up. He pulled his cock all the way out for a second to help hold himself back.
"Oh, please put it back," she wailed, " ... oh, please, Daddy ... please!"
He hadn't done it to increase her frustration but since that was the result, he would take advantage of it.
"Will you let me watch you piss?" he asked. "Will you take down your drawers and squat on the John with your feet on top so I can watch it pour out?"
As she replied he let her feel it again, but just a touch.
"Anytime," she quickly assured him, "you can ... can watch me pee anytime I have to go!"
It was a really weird idea, she thought, but in a way it wasn't much when compared with some of the stuff he had already asked her. Of course she'd do it.
He pushed in an inch or so and gave her several nice, slow, easy thrusts. The kid was so glad to get it she raised her ass off the bed and pumped her cunt against him like a two-dollar whore, in an attempt to make him leave it there.
"You like that, don't you, baby?" he asked.
"Oh, you know I do," she cried. "You know I do!"
"Like what!" he persisted.
"Like ... like what you're doing to me," she said haltingly. It embarrassed her terribly to use the words even though she knew them. But she instinctively felt she hadn't answered well enough. "Like your cock, Daddy ... your cock!" she added, hoping it would satisfy him. It didn't.
"Like for my cock to do what to you, damn it!" he mercilessly demanded from her.
She knew what he wanted her to say. Her pussy was burning up. She'd say anything. She'd have to.
"I like for you to fuck me," she cried. "I like for you to fuck and fuck and fuck me. I ... like for you to stick your old cock up ... up my pussy and fuck it good!"
Her words were driving him dangerously close to orgasm but he wanted to force one more pledge from her. He slacked up and replaced the medium-deep thrusts with shallow ones again, and milked the tips of her sweating nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
"That's fine, honey," he approved, "that's fine, 'cause Daddy loves to shove his prick up your little hole and give you the good fucking you need. Now how about your sis, don't you think she ought to get some good loving too? Just because she's younger and doesn't have any titties yet like you, that doesn't mean we ought to just let her go without it, does it?"
"N-no ... no, Daddy," Francine answered shakily. "No, she ... she should get it too."
She had suspected her dad had a strong interest in Jilly from the way he had been acting around her lately. But it still made her a teensy bit jealous to think of it.
"And will you watch what I do to her?" Herman asked. "Will you have fun watching sometimes while I do all the things to her that you've said you'd do?"
Wow, that was a hard one. But of course she'd have to do it. She chirped that she would. When would this end? She was going crazy from wanting to be fucked!
Herman awarded her over an inch of hard meat, sinking it in and out several times in a row.
"And ... and honey," he asked, stumbling a little over this one himself, "will you help me? Will you do things to her with me ... will you get naked with her and play with her and kiss her and finger her pussy and do all the other things? Will you suck her titties and pussy and let her do the same? Will you lick her little cunt for her and let her play with your nipples while I...."
The man was getting himself so worked up over thoughts of making his pretty daughters make lesbian love with each other, and with having them join him in a mad, incestual threesome, that he was being overcome with passion.
Finally he just cried out, "Oh, damn it, sugar, will you just do everything with her ... will you help me break her in so all three of us can just do everything!"
Francine had tried all along to please him. And she would have done most anything he asked without this terrible teasing he was forcing on her. But this? Doing sex things with another girl ... a girl who was also her sister and who she thought of, from her advanced age of thirteen, as being just a kid? And having Daddy watch them together?
Maybe her dad was crazy, she thought for the first time, maybe he was nuts. All that stuff between girls ... between her and Jilly-and with him in on it at the same time!
It was the first question that really had her worried. He was waiting for her answer. And ... and oh my gosh now he was pumping her the meat-it was really starting now, he was really beginning to do it the way she needed it! Oh, it felt so fantastic! She honestly felt she'd die if she didn't get all the cock she wanted.
"Yes, Daddy," she hollered, almost surprising herself. "Yes! Oh, shit, yes! I'll lick her and suck her and let her lick my pussy while you fuck her and-everything you said, Daddy! Everything!"
She barely caught her breath before she continued, "Now please please please, please please fuck me!"
Herman couldn't remember when he had been so excited. This lovely little thing, his own pretty child, was willing to satisfy his dirty desires in concert with his other daughter ... and was naked under him with the sweat streaming off her tits and tummy and-using language like a trooperwas begging him to fuck her! Crying for relief ... relief she could only get by having him turn loose and throw the meat to her like a goddamned animal!
His body shuddered in ecstasy as he positioned himself above her beautiful nakedness and prepared to slide it in, and his voice quivered uncontrollably as he spoke.
"You sweet dirty nasty girl," he whispered, "you hot, horny, wet little cunt-open up and take it, 'cause daddy's gonna give you everything you need!"
After that it was amazing that the younger girl wasn't awakened by their slipping and sliding and grunting and hunching. He sent his prick into her hungry little hole and she plastered herself to him like a second skin, rubbing her plump tits against him and pumping her fresh meat to him like an underage nymphomaniac.
Herman had been flirting with the very brink of his climax for several minutes now, and Francine was so hot from his pussy-teasing that her skin would have scorched butter. With tortured groans and wild whimpering, they both climaxed with the flashheat of a grenade.
This time, however, she wasn't content to let it go with one shot. After lying totally bushed and breathing as though she were dying for about ten minutes, the young sexpot grabbed his hand and shoved it to her cunt, then to his utter shock and pleasure she dove down and plopped the head of his limp cock in her mouth.
In no time she had it up again, and finally brought him to a second climax while he switched hand to mouth and on her bubbling pussy introduced the neophyte nymphet to the pleasure of the sixty-nine position.
Within half an hour they were both sound asleep. The next morning Francine awoke to find her hand filled with firm flesh. But not her daddy's-her fingers were encircled around the slender arm of her still-sleeping little sister. Her father had placed them there, and he was now whispering into her ear an obscene suggestion.