Bobbi felt the swelling immediately. Every nerve-ending of her crotch was alive with feeling, and the thickening of her father's meat directly under her vagina couldn't have been ignored!
Mike's hand came down again, but it rested tenderly on her ass.
"You really like the things you did, Bobbi?" he asked. "I mean, you did some pretty far-out things!"
The girl had stopped crying now.
"Yes, Daddy! Oh, I know I'm wicked and terrible and all, but I swear that the first time wasn't my fault! It wasn't really Teddy's fault either, we both just got sort of, caught up in all this stuff. And I did like it! I couldn't help myself! Oh, Daddy, it doesn't matter if you send me away or not! I'll never be able to stop liking it!"
He noticed that her voice dropped a full octave as she talked. Her pelvis was grinding harder and harder on his lap and he supposed she could feel his erection now. There hadn't been any way to stop it, and it pressed firmly up against the front of her crotch now. He could almost feel her little vagina trying to grab at it.
"I guess you're right," Mike said. "I shouldn't blame you too much. People get to be prisoners of their feelings at times. And then there's just nothing they can do to stop themselves."
He began to caress her buttocks lovingly now. He had a sudden rush of guilt over the spanking. He yanked the green material down from her buttocks and saw the red, red flesh underneath, with a couple of welts starting to form.
"Oh, baby, baby," he cried, "Daddy's so sorry he spanked you so hard!"
He half raised her rear end up to his face with his arms, and he half reached it by bending over. He began to plant wet, tearful kisses on the inflamed buttocks, and Bobbi almost fainted from the delicious sensations his mouth was causing. Her pussy was sending out sparks at this point. She wondered if the nylon of her babydoll panties could melt!
Her hands were shoved into his crotch for support, and she no longer had to guess about the state of his cock. It was as hard as metal, and it continually throbbed under her grasp.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Bobbi groaned, "Let me get on the bed!"
She scooted down and threw herself on her stomach across her bed.
He was behind her in a flash! His mouth came down on the asscheeks again and he began to remove his sports shirt and slacks as he kissed and licked them.
"Lick them and make them well, Daddy," the little girl sighed. She turned her head and saw him stripping. Her eyes stayed glued to his body until the last shred of his clothing was off. She had seen him in bathing suits, but she'd never thought of her father as a truly sexy man. Now she realized he was probably the grooviest hunk she'd looked at since Coach Orlando!
His cock was sticking straight out from his blond pubic bush. Both parents were almost as white-haired as their children. Her father's skin always looked smooth and suntanned under his blond brows and curly hair. She didn't know until now that the hair on his crotch was the same color. She looked at the throbbing meat for a moment, and then she had difficulty holding off her first orgasm. It was just like Teddy's, only bigger. Just like the cock that had first torn down her virginity, raped her asshole, shot off in her mouth-
She rolled over on her back, and the soreness of her ass caused a rush of heat in her pussy that almost made her cry out.
He fell down on her and their lips met. Their tongues began to search inside each other's mouths, and they began to run their hands all over each other's bodies.
"Daddy! Put it in me!" Bobbi reached up and began to yank his hair with her fists.
"Let's make each other wet first!" he replied in a hoarse whisper. "Let's suck on each other!"
He arranged a sixty-nine position immediately. He spread his thighs and gave his daughter a free shot at his cock, while he dipped his head and shot his mouth down hard against her pussy lips.
He tongued her gently but firmly, much the same way Teddy did, Bobbi noticed. His cock was such a perfect size that she was determined to give him the best blow-job of his life, and she did. The man couldn't believe the skill with which his daughter sucked his cock all the way down into her throat. She squeezed it when it got there, and made it even bigger and harder!
"Awwwwww, " Mike sighed, pulling away from her delicious cunt. As much as he wanted to keep eating it, the time had come to fuck. He shoved her onto her back and crawled up over her.
"You sure you won't have any trouble, angel?" he asked.
"You saw me take Coach Orlando!" Bobbi answered.
"I sure did!" he said, and he lined up the head of his cock between the wet lips of her bald pussy and gave one mighty shove. He buried himself home on the first thrust, and the thought crossed his mind that he might have tried to hurt her on purpose.
"Aggghhhh!" Bobbi cried out. Her arms encircled him and went mad! Her fingers began to grab and squeeze and scratch his back and thighs and buttocks and shoulders. She started to buck her hips wildly against his pelvis.
Mike closed his eyes and started to pump into her hard. She was acting the way he'd seen her on the screen! It hadn't been his imagination, after all. He had doubted his memory several times, but now he knew it was all true. His daughter was the most fantastic piece of ass he'd ever gotten a hold of. If he could teach Phyllis to be this hot, he'd live fewer, but happier, years!
"You're gettin' me, angel!" he groaned.
"Me, too! Me, too, Daddy!" Bobbi panted back. "I'm so hot I can explode any time!"
"I can too! "he yelled, and then he hammered into her so hard his hips became a blur.
She grabbed his ass and held on. He was driving her so hard now it was impossible to match his strokes. She had never been fucked so thoroughly, and the orgasm rising in her loins would be the most intense one she had ever experienced.
He began to sob and curse and choke and convulse then, and she felt an enormous supply of cream begin to flood her pussy. She knew it was running back down on her bedspread, but she didn't care. All she cared about then was the wracking pleasure-pain of the climax that overtook her. She felt as though she were having three orgasms at once. The intensity of her feelings almost made her faint.
They held onto each other for a long time. When he finally pulled out of her and sat up his eyes were troubled.
"We better not talk about this to your mother, angel."
"I won't, Daddy. I promise. Daddy?"
"Yeah?" He was dressing quickly, suddenly apprehensive about being discovered in this condition.
"What about being sent away? To a girls' school?"
"Well, I'll have to talk with your mother. I can't give you any definite answer right now."
Bobbi smiled when he left the room. She felt triumphant!
Chapter 12
"Come on, Mom. Boys have to grow up sooner or later!"
Phyllis Fields was sobbing. She sat on the edge of the bed, scarcely able to look him in the face while they discussed his future.
"I can't believe it, I just can't believe it!" she cried. "How you could have done those things to your own sister!"
"But Bobbi always wanted it, except for the first time!"
"And when you and that awful man, that animal you call your physical education teacher, when you and he both, you, " The woman's voice choked off with sobs.
"Oh, Mom," Teddy said, "If you mean about Coach Orlando and me making a sandwich of Bobbi, well, that was his idea. But Bobbi liked that too, once we got going. You saw in the movie how she started acting!"
Phyllis Fields howled. She leaned forward on Teddy's bed and sobbed directly into the bedspread. Her body had started to shake with her loud, tearful gasps.
Teddy seemed to be looking at his mother for the first time. He supposed that everything sexual to him had blocked itself out of his mind in the past, waiting for an excuse to be alone, under the sheets, with his hands around his goodies.
But in the past two weeks, a new sexuality had taken over and his mind and body were responding to things that they had never consciously noticed before. He was aware for the first time of his mother's tiny waist, and the way her hips flared out below them. She had a knockout bod, he thought, if a person took the trouble to look. It wasn't too far different from Miss Webster's, or Miss Arness's. Maybe a cross between the two. Her tits weren't as big as Webster's, but they were bigger than Arness's. She was in a housecoat now, and the top was hanging away from her body. The boy had been sitting in a chair by his window, restlessly spinning a basketball. He lifted himself a little higher now to see if he could catch a peek at her tits, especially the nipples. He almost saw them all, but she sat up again before he got a really good look.