"Ohhhh Daddy, Howell… he…" She gasped, too excited to spill the beans. Her father jostled her playfully.
"You smell like you've been learning about the birds and the bees. I thought I might get a chance to tell you what a girl has to do to protect herself first." He frowned. Vicky had her eyes closed. She knew it was crazy to get turned on by her own father, but his hands kept kneading the cheeks of her bottom. He was so gentle, the loving touch of a father and the understanding of a much older lover… at least that's what her mind kept spinning. Fantasies, she thought. Girls didn't do it with their own fathers, did they? But what was that thing that was pressing up against the underside of her mound. It was pushing the wet pantycrotch up between her lips. She wiggled, unable to resist the hot need she felt. She wiggled again and the pantycrotch slipped aside. Now she knew what was pressing her. It was the engorged head of her father's cock. It was sliding into her cummy, buttery hole.
"Daddeeeeee!"
"Vicky baby, I don't know myself what the hell's going on. I just grabbed you and I got this terrible erection." He started to put her down. In protest she wrapped her legs around his middle and scissored them tight.
"Nooo… don't put me down."
"Vicky, this is ridiculous. Much as I'll admit I've thought about it before. If Florence ever found out…"
"Florence won't," Vicky gasped, nuzzling her nose against Carl's neck. "Take me to your bedroom, Daddy! Ohhh do… do take me to bed with you. You'll be nice to me. Not like that awful Howell."
Carrying her against him, her father staggered into his bedroom and locked the door closed behind him. They fell across the bed and Vicky felt the pressure increase where the head of her daddy's cock was jabbing her.
"Baby doll," he grunted, kissing her mouth. His mustache tickled but she ground her open lips against him, rocking her slim hips hungrily. "I can't believe that we're going through with this. You're just so young and…"
"Not too young to fuck, Daddy!" she cried, pulling at his body with her hands, urging him to go ahead and give it to her. Carl groaned as if he were torn between heaven and earth. Then he moved his strong body and Vicky felt her slackened petals open to engulf the throbbing, stretched knob of his prick. It went in with a slurpy sliding sound and Vicky tucked her bottom up with a jerking motion to get him deep.
It was like a whole new thing, this larger than believable cock swelling and gouging inside her. It was even bigger than Howell's and he had been bigger than sweet Kevin's slender prick. Vicky felt like the blood-swollen thing was almost a part of her now as she jerked and rode it, her father rolling onto his back to let her have free rein.
She held her body up from his chest with both hands, lifting and lowering her tight pussy over his rigidness. The sucking sound of a very large cock penetrating a very tight pussy made her whimper with lust. And the excitement she felt was having an effect on her father. He petted her tanned and flat belly and watched her lovingly as she excited herself to a fever pitch.
"Vicky, you're really growing up," he mumbled, watching her ride him like a merry-go-round horse.
"Oh, isn't it wonderful! It feels like heaven with my insides all full!"
"God Vicky, ohhhh God!"
"What if you come? What if?"
"I don't give a damn to be quite truthful."
"Howell fucked me without a rubber. Are you going to punish him?" she babbled, biting her lip as she let the tip go all the way in.
Her father laughed.
"When was your period, you little idiot." His hands continued to caress her small tits and belly.
"It should start tomorrow if I'm on schedule."
"Then there's nothing to worry about. We can fuck all night if you want!"
"Oh wow!" she yelped, pressing her tits down against his chest and covering his face with kisses. "I didn't even know I could get excited about doing it with my own daddy. But when I felt you pushing up against my panties like that…"
"Oh baby, you're really born to fuck. Just like your old man."
"You fuck Mona too, don't you?"
"I guess it isn't much of a secret." He closed his eyes as her body quivered and squirmed. She had him to the hilt. He was pressing up against the opening of her womb. She wondered how that felt to him.
"You're so big and I'm so little!" she murmured, shivering with excitement as she dug her nails along his massive chest. Then she gave a little cry and felt her body tingle like it'd been hit with a mild bolt of lightning. She was going to come! Finally, after all that tortured sex play in Howell's room, she was going to make it!
"Daddeeee… Ohhhh do it to me hard… I'm about to flip out!"
Carl rolled her over on the bed. He was suddenly atop her, snorting like a wild bull. His glistening shaft slid in and out of her pussy like a wonderful piston made just for her personal pleasure. She wiggled her adolescent hips up and down and rocked them sharply to increase the friction against the sensitive head of his cock. Carl moaned and snorted again, holding her firm ass in his big hands as he jabbed and fucked and plunged. The cum left by her brother squirted out around the tightened edges of her hole. For an instant she went rigid as the waves of fantastic pleasure jolted through her. Then she began to squirm like a speared rabbit, biting her father's shoulders, hugging him down onto her until she could barely breathe. He shuddered too. She felt something warm pour and jet inside her pussy. The warmth spread until it squirted out under pressure from under the petals that clung to the slackened, stiff meat.
"Uhhhhnnn," he groaned, shuddering like a stallion who'd plugged a tiny marelet. His cock went deep, filling the crevices of her body with the rich, hot seed. Vicky let her father kiss her, let his tongue slip over her own. She sucked it, nibbled it with her sharp teeth while his hips kept rolling and plunging. Her thighs were spread like the wings of a strange bird. She had given her daddy everything she had and he'd taken it too. She gave another whimpering sigh as her pussy spasmed with one last throb of pleasure. And then the light in the bedroom filled everything.
"What in almighty hell…!"
Vicky and her father stopped fucking and turned their heads. It took a second before Vicky even knew who the lady in the doorway was. And then it seemed so ridiculous. She hadn't even recognized her own mother. Florence! Her hair was mussed with sleep and her eyes baggy. She'd been in bed for weeks and picked this time to emerge from her chaste, forgotten bedroom. And Vicky didn't even try to disengage herself from her father's body. She started laughing instead. Not laughing to ridicule Florence, or to pretend she herself was batty. It was a laugh at the whole insane cosmic swirl. And then the door slammed and Carl and she were left there on the bed with their nakedness and the fading fever of the moment.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"I guess the court didn't have much choice," Abby said, lazing back in the sun. "I mean after all the testimony from mother. They sure weren't going to leave you with Daddy." Vicky scrabbled in the ice chest for a bottle of pop. The easy sway of the yacht in the swells made slapping sounds at the water line. It occurred to Abby as she watched her sister that she'd matured in an inexplicable way. She still wore ribbons on her braids and still had that impish, upturned nose as if she were about to give someone a hotfoot. But there was something calm in her eyes, something knowing.
"Well, I couldn'tve stayed with Daddy anyway," Vicky said, letting the pop bottle rub her bottom lip. She tongued the hole so that it popped and then drank another swallow of the sweet, cold liquid. "Even if they hadn't put him in prison."