“Daddy,please!” she begged. “No more! I'll do anything, but no more! I've gotta go to rehearsal tonight! I'll be too sore! Take it out! Oh, please! Hhhuuuhhh! Ooohhh! Hhhuuuhhh! Dad, no! Aaaggghhh! Aaaggghhh! Let me go! Please!”
Dan wasn't heeding her in the slightest. His neck was bowed and he was intently watching his brown-streaked cock at it rammed in and out of her magnificent ass. The sphincter slid over his shaft easily, aided by the oil, and he was sure he wasn't causing her that much pain. The boiling bubbling river of jizz had already started its route to his thrumming pecker, and it was too late to quit even if he wanted to.
“Fuck, baby! Oh, Christ, fuck!Hhhuuunnnggghhh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ooohhh, Damn! What a stupendous ass! Fuck,sweetheart! Daddy's going to fill you up with nice hot cum in just a minute! Fffuuuccckkk! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!”
Peggy thought her ears were deceiving her. She'd heard some swearing adults use those words, and had always believed they were filthy. Now her dad was saying the same things while he raped her butt. It troubled her, too, that she was no longer as opposed and frightened at what he was doing as she had been earlier. Without being conscious of it, she had stopped crying and the first torturous pangs had disappeared. She could feel his plunging penis throughout her body and all the way down to her toes, and it chilled her to think that she was waiting expectantly for each piercing injection.
“Daddy! Oh, God, I'm going out of my mind! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! It isn't supposed to be this way! I know it! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Dad! Jjjeeeeeezzz! It's too much! Why do you do these things? Gggaaahhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!”
“Daddy! Oh, God, I'm going out of my mind! Hhhuuuhhh! Huh! Huh! Huh! It isn't supposed to be this way! I know it! Ooohhh! Uuuhhh! Uuuhhh! Dad! Jjjeeeeeezzz! It's too much! Why do you do these things? Gggaaahhh! Huh! Huh! Huh!”
“Just a little more, baby! A tiny bit more! I'm almost ready to shoot!Ooohhh, Fuck! Fuck! Damn! Peg! Pppeeeggggggyyy!Oh, shit! Now! I'm…cccuuummmiiinnnggg!Ung! Ung! Ung! Ung!”
Dan's back arched stiffly, his knees bent, shaking, then he released the dammed up load of sperm, letting it spew in jet after jet into his daughter's anal cavity. The release flooded through him in continuous, nerve-tingling waves that made his eyelids flutter, then his balls were emptied.
Too astounded to do anything but utter weak gasps, Peggy felt the hot squirting liquid gush into her colon, the heat from it spreading to that strange place she menstruated from. She didn't know what it was, but it didn't feel as thin as urine. A dizziness came over her unexpectedly, and she felt woozy enough to collapse, but she managed to stay on her feet. Then she steadied herself when her father began easing his softening penis from her anus.
“Honey,” he said chokingly, helping her up, “I don't know what happened to me! I must have gone berserk! I… wouldn't have done that for anything, normally! Do you believe me?”
The girl stared at him mutely with wet eyes because she was unable to think of anything to say. All she knew was that he had violated her in a most disgusting manner seemingly without reason. Now that it was over, there was no one she could ever tell, either. She would have to carry the occurrence with her the rest of her life, probably not ever knowing what had caused it.
Dan took her by the shoulders and tried to shake her out of her trance. “Peg! I'm sorry! So sorry! Can you hear me? Do you understand?”
“Uh huh,” she muttered numbly. “I understand. Shouldn't I go to the bathroom now? I've got something inside me.”
His hands fell to his sides and he nodded wearily. “Yes, hon, you go to the bathroom. I'll… talk to you later.”
He watched her move like a robot as she picked up her things, opened the door to the hall, then closed it behind her. Guilt washed through him like a deluge, leaving him weak and fuzzy-headed. He had committed the most heinous act known to man by performing sodomy on his own daughter, and he was on the verge of vomiting.
Oh, God! he moaned as he went into the bath to wash off his shit-strained prick. I must be going insane! No father with even a grain of sanity would do that to his own little girl!
Picking up his glass and cigarettes, he went to the kitchen. The door to the hall bathroom was closed as he passed by. He had an urge to stop and check on her, but thought that she probably wouldn't want to see him just yet, and went on his way. After he refilled his glass, he sat down at the table and hunched over his drink, lit a cigarette, then stared out the window morosely while he went over his recent actions in his mind.
Peggy got off the toilet seat, still holding the tissue she had wiped with in her hand, and turned around to peer into the bowl to see what her father had put into her. Blobs of stringy white mucous floated in the water, and she leaned down for a better look. It was like nothing she had ever seen, and couldn't imagine what it was.
She threw the damp tissue in, flushed the commode, then put her clothes back on. Her butt was a little tender, but not nearly as much as she had expected. The memory of what had happened was rapidly fading, but the nagging suspicions of the why of it were still with her, as was the wonder about why she had seemed to enjoy it toward the end.
Going to her room she brushed out her hair in front of the mirror, went to the closet for the skirt and blouse she had rinsed out the day before, then got the iron and ironing board from the hall closet and began pressing the things out for the rehearsal that night. She went at the chore automatically and precisely as she had been taught, then hung the clothes up and returned the ironing things.
Her dad was nowhere to be seen, so she went down the hall to Jo's room to look in on her. When she opened the door and saw her sister lying naked on the bed, she backed out quickly. “Sorry.”
“Oh, that's all right, kid. C'mon in. I don't mind, if you don't.”
Peggy had never seen Jo's naked body, and a young girl's natural inclination to compare forced her to let her gaze rove over her sister's shapely figure as she crossed the room to the bed and sat down. She was pleased to see that she equaled the older girl in every way.
“How come you're laying there like that? Do you do it all the time?”
“Huh uh. I had a real sore tummy, and I didn't want to wear anything, is all. I just woke up, and I'm a lot better. How did you get along with old Mrs. Knox?”
“Oh, okay, I guess.” Peggy couldn't bring herself to tell about it, as she would have to mention what her dad had done, so she changed the subject. “Are you going to want any dinner? I can bring it in here, if you want.”
“No, I'll get up. I wish I could go down and watch you tonight, but I don't think I'd better. Are you all set with your lines and everything?”
“Yeah, as much as I'll ever be.” The younger girl looked down and twisted her fingers in her lap. “Jo, has daddy ever done anything funny to you?”
“Huh? I don't get you. What do you mean?”
“Well, like, something you wouldn't think he'd ever do?”
Jo scowled at her young sister. “He gave me an enema this morning, if that's what you're talking about. He had to. Doctor Schiller told him to. I was really hurting. Is that what you're talking about?”
“No.” Peg twisted her head from side to side. “I mean like something really strange. Something, you know, that he wouldn't normally make us do.”
“I don't know what in the heck you're getting at. Make it more plain, then maybe I can tell you. Like what?”
“Oh, forget it. It's not important. Shall we listen to some music on your tape deck?”
“I don't care. Let me put my robe on.” Jo slid off the bed and went to the closet. “What's dad doing?”
“Beats me. He's in the kitchen, I guess.”
Dan had downed three highballs in quick succession and was at the counter mixing himself another when the phone rang. He let it go until he had finished, then picked up the receiver.