Chapter 7
Every light in the room glared with the undeniable truth that Shirley had spoken, standing in the open doorway, her hands seductively on her hips. Ida's gaze was frozen on her girlfriend while she squirmed helplessly beneath Shirley's unconscious father in a frantic effort to push his naked body from between her wide splayed thighs.
"It's no use," Shirley sneered with a mocking grin. "You can't force him to get off, and I'm really surprised that you're even trying. A minute ago you were turned on like you were screwing Hank in the movies again, so I don't think that you really want to stop, do you?"
"Shirley!" Ida pleaded as she finally wriggled her hips away from Ed Thompson and heard his penis slip out of her ravaged passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound. "You don't understand, you don't understand! He raped me! After the party I ran and ran until I found a cab; then I came here. He's your father, Shirley, and I thought he would try to understand the awful things that happened to me tonight, but he just got drunker and drunker and then he raped me!"
"Why, Daddy! You nasty old man," she laughed. "Did you rape this poor innocent little girl?"
"Huh ... oh, hi, baby," Ed Thompson murmured, slowly regaining, consciousness, and lifting himself off the sofa. He stood for a moment, shaking his head, then reached down and gently massaged his deflated red penis. 'Yeah, I guess you could call it rape, though she really got turned on toward the end."
"You're telling me," Rod said, suddenly coming into the room with four fresh drinks in his hands. "The way she was screwing and blowing Hank in that film tonight, she's probably the closest thing I've know to a nymphomaniac-except for Sis, of course."
"Oh, Rod," Shirley turned to him showing the irritation in her face. "I'm not a nympho, dammit. I'm just a healthy teenager who likes men."
"I think you like them a little too much," he teased.
"Now stop it," Ed Thompson warned. "If you two keep arguing I'm going to have to spank both of you."
"Oh, Daddy, promise?!" Shirley squealed. "Oh God!" Ida's voice screamed at them. "You're awful! You're crazy, all of you! What kind of family are you-standing in the living room and talking like a bunch of perverts. Don't you have any feelings?"
"Yeah, baby," Rod crooned and rubbed the front of his trousers. "Right here in my pants."
"Knock it off, Rod," his father said quietly as he buttoned his shirt. "We're civilized people, and I won't have you making an obscene spectacle of yourself in front of a guest."
"I don't believe it," Ida whispered from the couch and tried to cover her nakedness with a pillow. Her weakness was apparent as she struggled to keep her knees from buckling, though her voice was rising. "How can you say you're civilized when you just raped me I You act like nothing has happened-like this was all part of a normal family evening at home!"
"You're not far from wrong," Shirley told her and took a sip from her drink. "Something like this happens almost once a week, and when we're here alone the talk isn't much different. Daddy's always bringing some girl into the house, though they're usually about eighteen and Rod and I always catch him. Sometimes I think you plan it that way, Daddy."
"Maybe," he said with a sly grin. "It's always more fun when you come home and catch me with some naked little mouse squirming around underneath me. It gives us something to talk about when we go to bed."
"Oh my God," Ida whispered, backing away from them and reaching for the robe as she retreated.
"Leave the robe alone," Ed ordered, and her hand immediately drew away from it to cover the rosy tips of her exposed breasts. "I don't think you're finished for tonight, Ida. Right, Rod?"
"Sure, Dad," he said from beside the white fireplace. "She's a girl with a lot of potential, and I ought to sample her wares before I decide to manage her career. Hell, at a hundred bucks a trick she could make me a millionaire before she falls apart in a few years, but I've got to be sure she's got a lot of endurance."
"That's not a bad idea son," his father answered. "You should always inspect every business deal thoroughly before investing your time and money."
Ida listened to their obscene laughter with her bright blue eyes wide open and filled with fear. Here was a man, a father, talking to his son and daughter like they were a couple of barroom tramps-two pimps and a whore discussing business after a nightcap. They were crazy, all of them!
"Y-you told me that Rod had a sex problem," she said directly to the father. "But his problem is nothing compared with yours. You're depraved and perverted-it's no wonder that Rod gets arrested for molesting little girls-you're the one to blame. It's all your fault!"
"Oh, I can't really call it depraved or perverted," he answered her and emptied his drink. "It's like I said, we all have our little idiosycracies, and mine just kind of runs in the family. Hell, their mother was the same way."
"Dad, you old bastard," Ida heard Rod interrupt while she stared in disbelief at his father. "Did you tell her that I was arrested for screwing that child? Boy, that's a pretty rotten thing to say about your son, especially when you were the one who was locked up for molesting her."
"Don't look so terrified," Shirley said to Ida's shaking face. "Daddy just likes little girls, that's all. It's just the same as my liking to screw older men, except for Tony and Hank, of course"
"Hank?" she gaped, not wanting to believe that he had become a part of their perverted cult. He'd made a complete fool of her, but he couldn't be so rotten .as to have taken part in any of their midnight romps. No matter what he had done, he was still a boy-a boy she had loved well enough to know a little about. He might get himself trapped into a lot of things he didn't like, but he'd never do anything with Shirley and her family.
"I don't believe you," Ida said defensively, knowing that he was her last hold on the tiny spark of hope that could keep her sane.
"Jeesuz! Where do you think he was getting screwed when you were pulling that virginity crap on him? Maybe he didn't know anything about us," Shirley snorted, pointing to her father and brother. "But he knew enough about me to be able to come over every night after he dropped you at home. That's the only way he got laid, and you should be thankful it wasn't with some whore across the tracks. Otherwise you could have a good case of gonorrhea of the tongue."
Ida shuddered for a moment, her mind reeling in a tormented vortex of confusion until everything started to turn white, then suddenly black and she fell in a heap on the floor, unconscious.
"Hey, I didn't know that, Sis," Rod said lightly. "I thought old Hank was gettin' it from her all the time."
"All right, enough's enough," their father interupted. "Can't you see she's passed out? Pick her up and take care of her Rod. I've had enough for tonight."
"Daddy," Shirley asked plaintively. "Can I stay and watch them?"
"No, sugar. You and I are going upstairs and take a bath."...." to take a bath," filtered through Ida's brain as she began to recover from her faint. Nothing seemed real to her half-conscious senses and she felt herself rising from the floor and floating across the room. Maybe I'm dead, she thought groggily. This is what she wanted death to be, floating on the air toward an unknown heaven, free from the terrors of life-Hank's treason, the horrid films, Ed Thompson, his daughter, and finally free from Rod.
Rod!
His vague image pierced her eyes as she opened them and suddenly realized that he was carrying her across the room, his hands kneading her firm naked flesh as he walked. She wasn't dead! And there would be no heaven: only the hell that pretended to be her life. She had nothing to live for-no boyfriend, no happiness, and certainly no love.
Shirley had once told her that she didn't believe in love, not really, and now Ida was beginning to understand what she had meant. Sex had replaced love in the twentieth century, becoming what seemed like the only thing that men ever thought of, and judging from Shirley, Dolly, and the many other girls at the party, the only thing they ever thought of too. What ever happened to the sacred, responsible notions of romantic love that had formed the matrix for Western civilization! Had they disappeared completely, or had love always been a myth disguising the true motivations of men and poets alike?
Ida's groggy thoughts rambled aimlessly as she held her eyes tightly shut, afraid to look again at Rod's lewdly grinning face. He had carried her across the hall to a downstairs bedroom and slowly lowered her to the softness of a satin-covered bed. Standing back he could see her graceful curves folding into the huge mattress, her dark tan contrasting sharply with the satin spread's whiteness. Her trim little ankles were resting lightly together all the way up to the downy blonde triangle of pubic hair that nestled between her supple young thighs. From there his eyes traveled slowly over the gentle swell of her belly to her rising breasts, and he quickly began undressing, feeling the hot blood race through his loins and fill his swelling penis.
"Mmmmmmmm," she moaned while he stripped and he watched for her eyes to open, though it didn't really matter if she were awake or not. Ida had said his father was a pervert, but Rod knew that Ed Thompson could never match his son's cruelty and uncontrollable passion for female flesh. He'd screw her if she was out cold, he thought. And make her suck him off if she woke up. It didn't make any difference which way he fucked her as long as he could cum in one of her body's defenseless openings.
"So you decided to wake up," he slurred as he looked down at her slowly opening eyes, knowing that his decision had been made now that she was awake and able to use her mouth to release the throbbing ache that pulsed in his groin.
He started to crawl onto the large bed and Ida could see his huge phallus jerking with a rapidly mounting desire as it swayed back and forth, obscenely illuminated by the dim half-light that shimmered from outside the partially open door. He was just like his father, a pervert, and she didn't want to let him touch her naked body. It was a temple, a sacred temple, and no man had the right to enter her sanctified warmth without her permission.
But Rod didn't think that any woman's body was a temple and grabbed her ankle when she tried to scramble off the bed. She was just a cunt, like any other, and he'd use her for his depraved pleasures until his aching lust was completely satiated.
"Come 'ere, goddamnit!" he growled and pulled her roughly back to center of the sacrificial bed, his brutal grip tearing into the tender flesh of her long slender leg. Her painful squeal had sparked another shock of lust-filled electricity to coarse through his flexing thighs, and as his thick rigid penis twitched with a lewd response to the rising tingle, he grabbed her other leg and spread her trembling limbs apart, exposing the glistening moisture of her warm, protective cuntal lips.
But even though she was almost limp, completely under his power, he wasn't satisfied. He wanted her to fold her mouth around his rock-hard penis and suck him in total submission to his perverted masculine strength. He wanted to hear her whimper and scream with terror before she gave in to his depraved demands; then plead with him to fuck her just like he'd seen Hank fuck her in the obscene film a few short hours ago.
Spurred by his lewd imagination, his hands quickly groped along her coppery thighs to the bright white border where her bikini bottoms had once covered her hips from the sun. The sight of her soft nakedness quivering under his power stoked the already glowing fires of his passion and he hungrily dropped his head to the downy softness of her pubic triangle. His tongue eagerly sought the hair-covered source of her pungent sexual odor and slid through the trembling pinkness of her cuntal lips to begin licking the warm moisture of the glistening slit. Back and forth, twirling in excited tiny circles over the rising bud of her clitoris, his tongue lapped at the defenseless crevice, forcing the blood to rush from her wildly beating heart and fill the swelling pink lips with a bright sexual flush.
Ida cringed, terrified by the lascivious sensations that rippled through her ravaged young body. She could hear her heart thumping and the obscene sucking sounds that filtered up from between her helpless, widespread thighs, and she wanted to scream for him to stop-now, before the mounting ripples of sexual desire would take her body's precious control from her mind and transfer it to his lashing tongue. She knew, though, that there was no escape from his perverted licking and the unknowable demands that would follow. He was just like his father and sister, obsessed with sex and too selfish in their depraved desires to think of anyone but themselves. There was no way to avoid the hell that awaited her, and all she could do was hope that somehow she wouldn't succumb to the hidden passions of her own body and fall into the mire of degradation that had sucked the whole Thompson family into depravity.
But as she thought about her horrid entanglement, her lips parted with an unexpected mewling, soft and cat-like-an unwilling response to the obscenely sucking tongue that slithered between the hair-lined lips of her pulsing vagina. Rod heard her low, almost submissive moan and hardened the wet tip of his searching tongue, rolled one small circle around the trembling entrance to her forbidden channel, and then plunged its whole eager length into the tight moist passage.
"Ooooohhh," she whimpered involuntarily to the tongue's lascivious intrusion and felt the rippling tides of sexual arousal break from their hidden cells and coarse through the damp darkness of her quivering vagina. She whimpered again as the slippery invader slithered in and out of her now-clasping pussy in a teasing salacious dance of perverted stimulation; then gasped as it rolled in tight little circles around the inner walls of her aroused entranceway, forcing her to involuntarily relax the tightly clenched muscle and open her defenseless orifice to his depraved licking.
She was starting to really turn on now, he thought through his sex-crazed sucking, then sadistically sank the tongue one more time into the forbidden wet hole and suddenly jerked his head away from the soft fur that covered her helplessly aroused pussy.
"Oooooooh!" gasped from between her parted lips as the licentious tongue snapped away from its salacious sucking. She felt the bed give way to Rod's weight as he pulled himself on top of her and ravenously crushed his mouth over hers, shoving the tongue that had just licked her ravaged vagina into the choking moist depths of her throat. Her head wanted to jerk away from the intruder, but the aching in her loins forced another moan from her belly and she found herself involuntarily sucking and pulling at his lips, begging for the tongue to delve deeper into her grasping wetness.
As soon as he knew she was responding to his torturing kisses, however, he pulled his head away, ignoring her whimperings, and crawled up over her helpless naked torso, straddling her while he lowered his buttocks to sit on her full, upraised breasts.
She couldn't believe that it was happening-that she was actually whimpering-"Don't stop, please don't stop kissing me!"
But her voice suddenly quieted with fear when she felt the great weight crushing her firm, sex-flushed breasts and opened her eyes to see the purplish engorged tip of his massive penis throbbing only a few short inches from her panting mouth. Below the pulsing head she could see dark veins running down the length of the long rigid shaft to the hair-covered testicles that dangled below his groin, and felt the heat from his huge instrument warming her terrified lips.
"You can kiss my cock all you want," he sneered from above her. "That'll keep you happy, you hot little cunt!"
"N-No!" she whimpered, spastically shaking her head in refusal. She had gone through too much in the last week, and she had sucked Hank, but she couldn't suck Rod's huge prick. She just couldn't!
"I can't, please ... it's not right! Please don't make me do it!"
A lewd sadistic grin flashed over his face and he quickly turned his body, pushed his hand roughly over her tender silken pubic mound, then rammed a finger into her smooth wet vagina, holding her-worming and digging at the soft pink channel until she shrieked.
"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh!" shattered the heavy panting in the half-lit bedroom as the terrible digging seared in a flaming rage through her sensitive quivering vagina. She tried to wriggle away from his tortuous finger, but her movements only intensified the probing.
Suddenly, the pain stopped and she exhaled in whimpering gasps as she felt him slide his clenching buttocks up a little further over her painfully crushed breasts, then grab her by the hair and pull her frightened face forward to meet the pushing head of his massive penis. With a sadistic laugh he rammed his hips forward and shoved the thick, hard tip of his cock deep into her gasping mouth until it lewdly bumped into the back of her open gurgling throat.
Ida could feel the terrifying cudgel growing harder and thicker in her choking mouth as he mercilessly battered back and forth, his huge swollen testicles slapping against her jutting chin.
Oh God, oh God, she prayed, her humiliation drowning deeper and deeper in the thick mire of degradation that was consuming her helpless innocence with each grinding thrust of the huge penis. Someone help me, please!
But there would be no respite as the massive prick drove again and again into her wide-stretched mouth pummeling her oval-shaped lips. His one hand remained over her blonde pubic mound, two of its fingers now tearing at the defenseless inner flesh of her terrified pussy. Both helpless entrances, her mouth and her twitching, pain-racked vagina, were being raped by two vicious poles obscenely thrusting in and out in a painful sacrifice to the perverted lusts of the degenerate straddling her squirming torso.
Rob was jerking his hips while his short puffing gasps punctuated his lewd bucking, and his eyes were locked on her open mouth, hypnotized by the thundering penis that sank and withdrew into her sucking orifice. He was losing his control and knew that in only seconds the raging fire in his slapping balls would explode into a volcanic eruption of white sperm, spewing its warm wetness down her gasping throat. He laughed deliriously as he watched his huge driving penis plunge in and out of her soft ovaled mouth, then started to suddenly groan when the volcano exploded and the terrible flood of sperm shot through his throbbing cock.
"Oohhh ... yeah, now ... Goddamnit, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" he screamed and the torrent of hot cum spewed from the jerking tip of his massive penis into her defenseless mouth, overflowing from the corners of her whimpering lips. Ida thought she would die-drown in his terrible sperm, unfulfilled and humiliated more than she ever believed possible! She gasped and tried to choke the white burning tide out of her throat, but the sticky fluids flooded the wide-open channel and were pushed downward by his sadistic penis as he jerked forward one more time.
A few moments later the purplish head slipped wetly out of her mouth and Ida fell back onto the white satin bed whimpering not from pain but from the terrible humiliation that scourged her soul. She vaguely heard him climb off the bed and leave the room, but could only think of the hideous rape that had branded her with a terrible stain-the knowledge that she would never be the same again.
She could remember sucking Hank's penis, swallowing his sperm, but that was different-that was love, or at least she thought it was. Tonight, however was the most horrid night of her life. After the terrors at the fraternity party, she had been raped by her best friend's father. Then his son had forced her to suck him to an electrifying, spurting climax. But neither of them had given her an orgasm, and she knew that the most powerful feeling that surrounded her now was the terrible need for sexual release that pounded in her aching, unsatisfied vagina.
More powerful, though, than her humiliation from being raped, she felt the unfulfilled embers of desire throbbing deep in her belly, and suddenly realized that she was a slave to sex, no better than Hank, or the whole Thompson family. Sex was the master, not love, and the revelation frightened her, but her fear couldn't stop her slender fingers from sliding over her belly to the softness of her pubic mound.
The reason for life was here, she thought as she quickly slipped two fingers into the clasping channel and began rubbing in and out with a rapidly growing anticipation of orgasm. Everyone sought only the pleasures of sex-and she was no better than anyone else, terrified by her new-found secret, yet hungrily excited by her thrusting fingers as she hid in the darkness of the bedroom, masturbating toward infinity.
"Feel better now?" Ed Thompson asked his daughter as he walked from the bathroom to the eight-foot-square bed centered amid the pastel reflections from the mirrors that covered the walls of his bedroom. Shirley was lounging against three satin-covered pillows luxuriating in their softness, and exhaling tiny smoke rings above her head., "Oh, yes, Daddy," she answered lovingly. "A hot bath with you always makes me feel nice, almost as nice as when you make love to me."
"I'm glad," he said sitting beside her and adding "but I do wish you wouldn't smoke. It's not good for you."
"There's only one thing that's really good for me," she giggled and reached out to grab his penis from beneath his robe, but he quickly jumped away, leaving her empty-handed.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly.
"I'm wondering about Ida. I could hear her downstairs while we were in the tub."
"So could I." A gleam sparked in her eyes, and she said softly: "And I'll bet Rod was really fucking her good, too. She was screaming like a wildcat."
"That really makes no difference-you've got to stop swearing. The problem we've created might cause more trouble than she's worth. That fiasco Rod pulled at the fraternity house got everybody all worked up, but the girl reacted much differently than he or Hank thought she would. Those films really cut deeply into her sensitivity, and when she came here for help I raped her, not to mention Rod. And her whole frame of mind became disoriented."
"I wish you'd say what you mean, Daddy. You always beat around the bush and take your time saying something, but tonight your time is mine and I don't want to waste it."
"O.K.," he said and grinned at her impatience. "Ida's probably going to yell 'Rape' when she gets out of here, and if I don't think of something to stop her, we could all be spending tomorrow night and a great many more nights in jail."
"Why don't you just keep her here?" she asked and started pulling her robe off in a slow mocking strip-tease.
"Because sooner or later someone would find out, dammit!"
"Then use the films."
"What do you mean?"
"Daddy, sometimes you're so dense. All you have to do is tell Rod to take the can of film to her house early in the morning. Surely we can keep her here that long. Rod could ring the bell and then hide until he's sure that either her mother or father pick the package off the porch. When her folks see her fucking Hank in full-blazing color, they'll never believe that she was raped, no matter what she says."
"You ought to be a spy," he said shaking his head with disbelief. "I thought Ida was your best friend, yet you're condemning her practically to death. I had no idea you were so vicious."
"Don't be such a prude, silly. She is my best friend, but that's really not much. It's a simple matter of winning or losing, and I'd rather lose her and win you. I just don't, think I could live without you, Daddy."
"You won't have to, my love. You won't have to," he whispered and leaned over her, kissing her full red lips and sucking the moist air from her lungs. He could hear her long slender thighs gently brushing together beneath her partially opened robe and felt her rising breasts hardening against his chest as he pressed down on her young willing body. He sighed with the trembling excitement he felt every time he made love to his teenage daughter, and crushed his lips harder against hers, grazing his teeth against the hard brightness of hers, then slipped his tongue through her lips and into her mouth.
While he toyed with her tongue, his hand found its way easily to the warm softness underneath her robe and began wandering over her supple shivering flesh, scraping his nails over the tenderness of her suntanned thighs. She responded eagerly and squirmed and wriggled to the fluttering ripples of desire that rose in the naked depths of her body as her father's hand teased and flicked its way along her trembling legs.
He too felt the same erotic tide of passion slowly mounting in his loins. Each time they made love, he experienced a new and exciting pleasure that only his daughter could give him. And this time she was trying to tease him, trying to hold him slightly away from the delicious treasures of her sensual youth.
"You teasing little bitch," he whispered. "Put your tongue in my mouth."
Eager to obey his command, she clamped her lips over his mouth and slipped the moist phallus of her tongue past his teeth and into the wanting cavern, flicking her tongue along the red corrougated roof.
"Mmmmmmm," he murmured sensuously. "Just like your mother."
He sucked her tongue deeper into his throat, dueling with his own hard, wet sword until he forced her to withdraw into her own mouth and followed quickly, filling her tiny throat with his sharp tongue's piercing bulk. They pitched together back and forth and he could feel her arms encircling his neck while her hands ran rampant through his thick shock of curly hair, pulling and scratching as her desire for her father crackled deep in her quivering belly.
Sensing her rising passions he slid his hand down the length of her twisting nakedness, slipping her robe completely off to expose every glistening inch of her youthful, wanting body. His fingers quickly found the soft-curled ebony down of her pubic triangle and he heard her moan as he slipped his fingers through the silken hairs to the trembling lips of her moist pink vagina.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she sighed feeling his fingers slither into the dampness of her sexual garden and begin to gently run up and down along the hair-trimmed inner lips. His searching fingers massaged the quivering pink flesh, feeling the growing flood of sexual juices envelop their bony hardness and lubricate his incestuous path. He easily found her swelling little clitoris as it tingled under his tantalizing touch, thickening and hardening until she began to squeal halting cries of uncontrollable child-like lust.
"Oh, Daddy. Oh my darling Daddy!" she whimpered and crushed her mouth over his, thrusting her pink wet tongue into his ravenous throat.
His heavy breathing was coming in short clicking gasps as beads of perspiration rolled off his brow and onto her soft quivering belly, and he began rubbing her glistening slit more frantically, rolling the tiny erect bud in a swirling whirlpool of uncontrollable sexual excitement. Shirley shook her full-rounded buttocks and suddenly clamped her long suntanned thighs together in a teasing effort to make him rub her hair-lined pussy more slowly. He could feel the warm shimmering flesh of her tender thighs envelop his hand with their excited heat, holding him tightly except for his two fingers that tickled back and forth along the pink moistness hidden by her soft, curling pubic hair.
Oh, God, he thought. It's always like this ... I can't stand it! That teasing little cunt of hers is on fire, but she always holds me back until I almost cum without ever getting my cock inside that hot little hole.
He lifted his head, his mouth slack and panting with the forbidden passion of incest, and lowered his eyes to the succulent nakedness of her body squirming helplessly on the bed beneath him. He could see the gentle curve of her sensuous thighs rising to her luscious heaving breasts as they rose and fell with her aroused sighs, their rosy tips hard and erect, jutting straight out in an obscene invitation to be devoured.
"Oh goddamn, you little whore," he gasped and swooped down to suck the wanting pinkness of one taut nipple into his mouth, gathering all the soft pliant flesh into his varacious mouth and biting its tiny hardness between his glistening hard teeth. She squealed with delight beneath him and he lifted his head to her other succulent waiting orb, while his mind fought the throbbing ache that ground mercilessly in the engorged head of his rigid, fully erect penis. God, he wanted to fuck her so badly he cried to himself and wetly nibbled a sensationally erotic path away from her pointed breasts, across the gentle swell of her rising belly, to the quivering tenderness of her heated upper thighs.
"Oh Daddy! My God, Oh Daddy," she panted uncontrollably, unable to say anything but the one exciting name she loved more than anything else in the entire world: "Daddy! Oh Daddy!"
A tortuous shudder rumbled through her lust-ridden flesh and she relaxed her long slender legs, allowing them to spread wide and invite his frantic mouth to savor her forbidden fruit. He was her father, the man who occupied her every thought and action, the man she would love until she died, and he was about to slip his tongue through her silken curls of pubic protection to the fiery wetness of her young excited cunt.
"Oh, darling Daddy," she whispered again and felt his strong hands firmly grasp the white shivering moons of her buttocks. God they were delightful, he thought lewdly as he held the clenching orbs in his hands, flexing his fingers and digging into their impassioned quivering flesh. They were tight now, raised and ready, waiting for his delicious tongue to explore fiery juices that were flowing from the clasping opening of her tight young vaginal passage.
Another pant of wanton lust came from her parted lips as she felt his black curly head brush over her trembling thighs, his heavily breathing nose push through her soft springy pubic hairs; then felt the exhilarating shock of his lascivious tongue snake out and slip into the quivering pinkness between her swollen cuntal lips. Trembling with ecstatic delight, the ruffled wet folds spread involuntarily to welcome the lapping tongue as it slithered across the jelly-like slit, licking at the torrent of sexual liquids that spilled over her clasping vaginal entranceway. At first gently, then increasingly faster he sucked at her smooth slippery pussy, her delectible sexual tastes and honied smells sweeping into his lust-maddened senses with every panting breath.
"Oh, oh, oh,!" she gurgled frantically below him as the fiery bellows of his breath blew her sexual excitement all out of proportion into a tremendous raging fire. Her wailings were echoing through every corner of the house, but there was no one to hear her except the young girl who was frantically masturbating in the downstairs bedroom; and Shirley didn't give a goddamn what she heard, because after tomorrow morning Ida O'Brien would be a person inhabiting only the forgotten past.
Her father licked faster like an obsessed sex-maniac as she squirmed and wriggled, bucking her hair-covered pussy against his ravaging mouth. She was fighting for her orgasm and at the same time fighting against it. It was hell but she knew she had to hold back and wait for him to plunge his huge throbbing cock into the dampness of her tight clasping cunt ... she wanted to cum at the same time he did ... she wanted to cum with Daddy!
"Baby," he gagged and lifted his head away from her wildly rearing crotch. "Wait honey, let me catch my breath-wait for me!"
Slowly, wheezing for air, he climbed over her trembling nakedness and settled his strong, hard body over her soft, succulent form as she fought to control the quake of tremulous orgasm that pressed at the deep, dark confines of her clenching vagina.
"Daddy?" she whimpered as he reined her passions back. "Daddy, do you love me?"
"Of course, my fiery little wench," he whispered close to her ear.
"More than Mommy, more than her?" she pleaded for an answer. "Am I better than Mommy was when you fucked her?"
"Oh, you jealous little bitch," he growled. "You're better than-you're better than any woman. I love fucking my daughter more than any woman I've ever known!"
"Aaaaahhhh," she sighed at his obscene admission and felt the furnace in her flooded vagina-licking at the very center of her sexual being. She felt his lips close over her ear and flick his moist red tongue inside, blowing and sucking for a moment until her whole body shook convulsively. His hands were pulling and kneading her supple flesh, covering every inch of her firm, swollen breasts, her lusciously curved hips and the trembling softness of her involuntarily flexing thighs. She felt so goddamned good, warm and soft, her nakedness touching him all over with an exhilarating feathery lightness. She was like a living, breathing pillow warming the darkest corners of his muscular frame, enveloping him in the unspoken secrets of every woman's treasures.
He lay reveling in her sensuous touch for a few seconds, then eased his hands between her limp perspiring thighs, not having to spread them as she relaxed and let them slide apart involuntarily. He felt the trembling of her pink, ruffled cuntal lips and pulled his hands back to grasp the throbbing head of his rock-hard cock and rub its sensitive glans with long maddening strokes. He felt like the huge instrument would explode any second as he manipulated the engorged flesh with masochistic pleasure, then guided the pulsing purplish tip toward the eagerly waiting opening of his daughter's clasping cunt.
"Aaaahhhhh," she mewled as the fiery tip touched the wanting wetness beneath her hair-covered lips and began to gently caress the smooth slippery slit with a slow sensuous up and down motion. She could feel the obscene stickiness dripping from the throbbing instrument's tiny hole, mixing with her own pool of sexual juices, and then waited with a maddened impatience for him to thrust the long rigid pole into her hungry, wet, hair-trimmed hole.
"Like it, baby?" he asked with a sadistic grin on his face as he watched her contorted facial muscles contracting with each luscious stroke of his jerking organ.
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I love it. I love your cock-please don't wait any longer. Please fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me now!"
The forbidden words almost triggered his orgasm as they always did, but he held back and poised the rubbery tip of his weapon at the tight clasping muscle of her pleading vagina. Then, with a brutal, savage thrust, he plunged the entire granite-like length into her deep pulsing cunt!
"Aaarrgggghhhhhh," she wailed, while the unbearable excruciating pain seared through every titillated nerve in her young jerking body. His massive penis had sunk right up to its broad, hair-covered hilt, stretching her tight, youthful channel almost to the breaking point, and she moaned again and again at the terrible raking pain.
Listening to her shrieking cries he was swirling in a psychedelic vortex of bright flashing colors as he felt her clasping cuntal walls envelop his throbbing prick like a thick, hot, flowing liquid, stroking and soothing his tortured flesh with her exhilarating tightness. He was there at last ... new and fresh in his young daughter's pussy ... exciting and daring more than ever before ... buried deep within the forbidden confines of her slick sucking cavity, and the bubbling ecstasy had captured every shaking fiber of his being.
"Oh my God! You're so fucking tight, you're driving me insane!" he hissed through the shattering screeches of her pain, then slowly, pulling her ruffled pink lips outward, he began to withdraw his long aching cock from her wide-stretched channel. He pulled until he could look down at her hair-trimmed lips to see the throbbing length of his rigid prick glistening with her hot slippery cunt's lubricating juices, its rubber blood-filled head barely resting inside her pain-racked orifice. It looked like they were joined together in that tiny hole, each waiting for the other to move and begin the lewd rhythmic rocking back and forth that would build towards their incestuous mutual climax.
"Daddy, oh Daddy, it hurts!" she whimpered.
"Don't worry, baby, it won't be long," he answered her with reassurance. She was always tight when they started, but he knew that the massive proportions of his erect penis would loosen the tiny muscles that clasped him so fervently and open her little hair-lined pussy to the brutal fucking that he ached to give her.
In a few moments she started to relax the clenching muscles that held his huge instrument so tightly in the vise-like passage and he began to slowly rotate his buttocks, rolling the blood-filled head in small circles, widening the tiny opening a little further each time he moved.
He leaned forward as he rolled his hips back and forth, and kissed her cheek, her eyes, and finally her eager open mouth, slipping his hungry tongue behind her teeth and sucking on her upper hp. She was responding ravenously to his kisses and he knew that her terrible pain was quickly subsiding, but he didn't want to wait to plunge his thick shaft deep into her belly. It hurt, physically and mentally, to wait for her young hair-lined pussy to open, but he had to ... he had to spread the exciting little hole slowly, so that he wouldn't spoil her for the next time and he could continue to enjoy his perverted masochistic pleasure.
She was squirming beneath him as she felt the terrible pain ebbing and giving way to the familiar waves of sexual electricity that her father gave her every time he screwed her tight little orifice. She wanted her moist wet pussy to relax now; but as always it waited, wallowing in the excruciating pain until the last bearable moment, and she turned her attention back to his glazed, wideopen eyes.
He was sweating above her, watching his rotating penis as it stretched her slippery vaginal muscles again and again, feeling the pressure easing. The needle-like prickling that coarsed through his thick massive cock was ready to burst and he wanted to let go of his control and shoot his sperm far into his daughter's belly. God, it hurt so fucking much ... but the waiting hurt more ... and he sighed at the delightful clamping pain that soaked his twitching penis. He had to ease the pressure, he told himself groggily and started to gently push forward into the dark dampness that held her fountain of incestuous youth in waiting for him.
"Oh, oh, oh, it hurts! Daddy, it hurts," she cried and rolled her head from side to side, but didn't try to jerk her pain-racked hips away.
She knew he was starting to spread her fiery tightness now, and though her crotch and aching thighs felt as if they were going to split, she bit her hp and waited for him to probe deeper into her smooth wet channel. The pain would turn to ecstatic pleasure ... if only she could wait long enough and remain conscious. Then she relaxed her hips a little more in anticipation of the wonderful sensuous tides that would follow and blinked through her tear-stained eyes at her father's lust-contorted face.
He was nearly delirious with excitement and he pushed his throbbing prick gently into the quivering depths of her moist, pink clasping cavity. His fingers grasped the clenching moons of her smooth white buttocks and dug into the tender flesh, searching for the tiny hairless ring of her puckering anus. The stabbing pain and pulsing shocks of pleasure in his long rigid rod were thrashing together like a nuclear furnace of lust-maddened ecstasy and he wanted to cry out with relief. There was little time left, yet he knew he had still not completely entered her hungry cunt, feeling the engorged rubbery head of his instrument rasping her wet smooth cuntal walls in its search for the furthest depths of her widening channel. He was almost there, he thought and lifted her shimmering buttocks in a final desperate effort to push the last remaining inch of his broad, thick cock into his daughter's succulent swell of pain and pleasure.
"Oh, God, Shirley," he gasped as the turgid tip bumped into the tiny hard core of her cervix at last. "Oh fuck, you're magnificent! Every man should have a daughter like you ... tight, sensuous, and willing to suck the greatest pleasures she possibly can from the core of her daddy's balls ... oh fuck!"
Shirley listened to her father's delirious mumblings and squealed at his obscene babbling, delighted that she had excited him until he could barely stand it. His lewd words brought her attention away from the subsiding pain in her belly to the growing river of electric tinglings that were returning to their rightful place in the center of her over-sensitive vagina. The hurt was going, leaving her tortured loins and she rolled her head softly to each side to glean the separate sensual throbbings that were growing more rapidly as her father pushed and pulled his desperately wanting penis in and out of her tight, hair-lined pussy.
"Oohhh, Daddy, that feels so good!" she cooed "Don't stop, don't ever stop."
Hearing her submissive chants echoing through his lust-crazed mind, he felt as if she had just wrapped her pouting young lips around the throbbing engorged head of his prick and had begun to suck the straining hot liquids from the depths of his swollen, aching testicles. She was the most desirable woman he had ever met and she willingly submitted to his every incestuous desire without the slightest questions, whether he ordered pain or pleasure or both. Her gentle mewlings were those of a woman who begged to be used to satisfy his every whim, and the pleading tone in her voice urged a sadistic desire to rise from his pulsating loins.
He clenched his teeth and lifted her quivering thighs higher, bending her knees towards her trembling breasts until her glistening cuntal lips, wrapped obscenely around his gently thrusting penis, were completely exposed to his lust-crazed gaze. He could see their fiery moisture exciting the hair-lined cavity in small rivulets as he withdrew his huge pulsing cock, then re-entering the secretive depths as he pushed forward, lubricating the rigid shaft to ease the vise-like pain. Oh God, he moaned to himself at the lascivious sight and suddenly lunged forward with an uncontrollable sadistic urge sinking the entire livid red length of his penis into her smooth clasping channel.
"Aaahhhaaahhh!" she cried, not knowing whether she was screaming from the pain or from the intense earth-shaking pleasure that burst through the thin, quivering walls of her heavily rising and falling abdomen. She could sense the massive presence of his prick's turgid head pushing against the deepest wall of her overly sensitive passage, filling her with every pulsing inch of his lust-fiUed cock. It rasped over each trembling cell of her unsteadily twitching vagina, sending brilliant shocks of multi-colored lightning through her lust-clouded brain, making her desperately-needing channel clench and unclench its smooth wetness around his intruding pole.
Her father was howling wildly in his lusty euphoria and grasped the frantically churning orbs of her full-rounded buttocks and brutally lifted her upward, at the same time viciously ramming his bursting penis to the furthest stretched depths of her lust-starved cavern. His swollen balls were ready to erupt at any moment with the final exalted explosions of his impending climax, and his throbbing penis jerked spastically as he continued to pummel her helpless raving cunt in an abandoned frenzy of culminating desire. Fingers savagely tore into the frantically jerking cheeks of her ass as she began bucking upward to meet his driving thrusts.
"Shirley, oh my God, Shirley," he wailed uncontrollably as he felt his rapidly approaching orgasm begin to spill over the brink of his shattered consciousness.
"Oh, no Daddy! Wait!" she begged but knew it was too late and threw her hair-covered pubic mound upwards again and again in a frantic ef fort to match the blistering heights of his passion and meet his orgasm.
As he reared up, he watched her with a hazy detachment, moving his lips with no words coming out, only his panting gasps striving to communicate his rumbling ecstasy. It was cumming ... he was cumming-now! Falling, soaring through space toward the churning bubbling orgasm that screamed for its eruption. He tumbled in the whirling vortex, grabbing her by the waist and jerked her bucking pelvis up to meet one final agonizing plunge that would purge the depths of his tortured soul. As he lunged forward, driving his exploding cock through the murky smoothness of her spastically clenching cunt, he felt a soaring flame sear through his balls and shoot the jets of white hot juices out of their prison and into his daughter s desperately-wanting pussy.
Shirley sensed his contorted screaming through her own passion while she writhed in agony beneath him, then suddenly felt his spewing sperm flowing into her wet hair-lined vagina. It filled her with its burning stickiness, blanketing every twitching crevice of her porous cavern like a soothing sauna bath, hot, yet so refreshing, so cleansing....
Totally engrossed in the sensuous rumblings deep within the confines of her overflowing channel, she suddenly realized that his rigid penis was quickly losing its wonderful hardness-and depriving her of the incestuous orgasm that she so desperately needed.
Hollow emptiness quickly replaced the turgid fullness in her quivering wet vagina and she wanted to scream with disappointment as the rapidly deflating penis started to slide out of her clasping passage with a lewd, moist, sucking sound. He was leaving her unsatisfied and she could hardly bear the agony of unfulfilled desire that racked her trembling naked body.
"Daddy," she whimpered helplessly to his unconscious sweating form. "Daddy, please wake up and finish ... please!"
But his total exhaustion would keep him soundly asleep for the next few hours while she sobbed quietly, holding his limp organ in her hand until she too found retreat in an exhausted peaceful sleep.