Since the age of seven, never a day went by that Karen didn't prove her love for Daddy. Doctor Arthur had schooled his daughter well in the techniques of what he considered to be true filial devotion. He taught the pretty blonde so well, in fact, that Karen was convinced that Daddy did not need the love of any other female. What then was she to do when she feared that Daddy was being "unfaithful" to her? Their incestuous relationship was just about more than either Daddy or "Princess" could bear!
CHAPTER ONE
Karen felt the apprehension clear down to her wet little crotch. She was going to have to face Daddy, and that wouldn't be easy. She ran up the stone-paved walkway, glancing with pride, as she always did, at the shingle which hung before the door:
LEW ARTHUR, M.D.
She sneaked through the living room and the kitchen and made her way back to the supply room. Of course, this had to be the one time when Daddy was there. He was taking some kind of drugs out of the safe. Karen felt her heart race with a kind of fearful excitement at the realization that Daddy was going to be angry with her now. He wouldn't show it in any obvious way. Only she would be able to see it, even if someone else were in the room, which no one was. But that wouldn't make it any easier. She had long felt that she would like it a whole lot better if Daddy would just yell and swear at her once in a while, the way other girls' fathers did. But Daddy wasn't at all like other fathers, at least not like any she had ever met. He was younger, for one thing. And more handsome. And she always felt so much more guilty than other girls seemed to feel when she had done something that hurt or displeased Daddy.
"You're late," he said, and that was all. His voice was quiet and gentle and not at all reproachful. But Karen had to fight to keep from biting her lip in anguish. She managed a smile.
"I-I'm sorry, Daddy," she said with a false brightness in her voice. "I got hung up at-" She bit off the lie. It would do no good. She had never been able to lie to him. He could see right through her, and most other people, too. He was way too smart for her, and always would be. "I went to the Kantly Kitchen for a Coke," she said. "I thought I'd be able to get here in time anyway, but we got to talking, and-"
"Who's 'we'?" Daddy asked. He was focusing his attention on the drugs he had just taken out of the safe, but Karen knew that he expected an answer to the question, and would remember that answer well.
"I went with a boy named Ron Baker," she said. "He's been after me for weeks to have a Coke with him after school, and I just didn't have the heart to say no, Daddy."
"Well, the patients are waiting, Princess," Daddy said. It could have been no more than a reminder, but of course Karen knew that he was reproaching her, even scolding her in his quiet way. She blushed and nodded.
"I'll be ready in just a minute, Daddy." She kicked off her shoes and went to the wall hanger in the back of the little supply room, where she kept a fresh uniform, starched and ready, on a coat hanger. She turned her back to Daddy. "Unzip me?"
He left the drugs for a moment, holding her dress taut and pulling down the zipper until it was at her waist. Karen pulled the garment off her arms and stepped out of it. She had worn the dress for two days, and it needed washing, so she didn't bother hanging it up. She just tossed it on the floor for the moment and took down the white uniform dress she would wear for her afternoon duties as Daddy's receptionist. She had worn a white bra and white panties that morning, which was good, since that meant they wouldn't show through the white dress, and she wouldn't have to change her lingerie. Daddy picked up the three little bottles he had taken from the safe.
"Hurry up, Princess," he said. She smiled, then went to him, and, going up on tiptoes, she kissed him on the mouth. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned against him a little bit, because she knew that would please him and help him to get over his anger. He softened a bit and she ran back and stepped into the white dress, being careful not to wrinkle it. Daddy smiled at her, and Karen's heart melted at that smile, as it always did. She felt a sunburst of happiness, because he wasn't angry with her any more. She reached up behind her and wrestled the zipper up into place. Daddy watched her wiggle and pull the dress into taut order across her breasts and her hips. Then he smiled again and left, while Karen ran a comb through her hair and touched up her makeup. In a moment she was ready. She was really only eight minutes late, she thought as she glanced at her watch on the way to the reception room. But of course Daddy was right. She had no business being late at all. He depended on her.
Mrs. Gum was sitting in the reception room, all gussied up as if she were going to a luncheon at the White House. Karen had to stifle a laugh. So many of the women came to see "Young Doc," as the townspeople called Daddy, and they always came looking their best. It was a waste of energy, but Karen was the only one that knew that. She had the inside track where Daddy was concerned....
It was a busy afternoon, as always, what with the female hypochondriacs and the people who were really ill. Old Doc, the practitioner who had headed the town's ills for more than fifty winters, was in semiretirement, and Daddy took almost the full load of colds, fractures and green-apple bellyaches.
It was well into evening before the last patient was gone; then Karen had to fix dinner and clean up the house a bit. The cleaning lady came in only twice a week. After that there was schoolwork; then she had to wash her uniform for the next day. Karen didn't mind the long hours. She was happy to keep busy, and, of course, Daddy was such a worker that it was a pleasure to take as much off his shoulders as she could. So after everything else was finished, she went back into the office and worked until ten-thirty on the books and receipts, as he had trained her to do. She was good with figures, and got things caught up in less than two hours. She couldn't let herself fall behind, because she had promised Daddy, when he had agreed to let her take a part in the school play, that she wouldn't let any of her duties suffer for it. And tomorrow night was a rehearsal.
It was a bit past midnight when the went upstairs and took her shower. Afterward she put on her robe and glanced at herself in the mirror, deciding, finally, that her long blonde hair could go one more day without the rigor of shampoo and the soothing balm of conditioner. She wasn't all that tired, but it was late, and she would have to be up at six o'clock to fix Daddy's breakfast and her own, and then get off to school.
She noticed, as she walked down the hallway to her room, that Daddy's light was on. She stopped and tapped lightly, and he asked her to come in. His voice was soft and kind through the door, and it made her heart flutter a bit.
He was propped up in bed, reading a medical journal. His blankets were at the level of his waist, and he was bare-chested. The thick growth of hair looked as manly to Karen as it always did. She went to him and sat on the edge of the bed. Daddy put the medical journal on the bedside table and looked at her expectantly, waiting to see what she would say.
"I'm sorry about today, Daddy," she said, lowering her gaze to show her contrition. "I mean I'm sorry I was late. I shouldn't have stopped off to have a Coke with Ron Baker."
He smiled gently and laid a hand on her leg, where the robe had fallen away to reveal a shapely thigh. His hand was warm and strong, and it sent little shivers through Karen's body. "Forget it, Princess," he said, still smiling. "I already have." He gave her thigh a little squeeze, and she looked at him questioningly, not certain yet what he wanted of her tonight. He slid his hand up higher as the robe fell away, until it was at the top of her thigh, and his thumb touched the bristly blonde thatch of her cunt. She smiled at him, a smile of gentleness with just a touch of impish anticipation mixed in. Then she leaned forward and kissed him on the mouth, enjoying the taste of tobacco and the little drink of whiskey he'd had just before retiring. His hand did nice things to her pussy as she kissed him, and Karen felt her breath quicken. She drew back a bit and pulled the sash at her waist, allowing the robe to fall open. A quickening of Daddy's breath revealed his excitement to her, and she felt a tiny surge of triumph, as she always did when she knew she had excited him, or pleased him.
He reached forward and placed his hands on her tiny waist, nearly enclosing it in their span. The touch of his hands made her shiver and sigh with pleasure. He pulled her close, and she slid along the bed, submissive and cooperative, eager to please him. She felt her body flush with delight and anticipation, and she felt the flush of demureness, too, the feeling she had never been able to shake entirely, perhaps because she had always sensed that Daddy found it pleasing in her.
He kissed her this time, taking the initiative from her. Her long hair fell in a golden cascade over his face and shoulders; their mouths mingled, and their tongues slid over each other. Karen felt her breasts pressing against his chest, that hard, powerful chest that always made her feel all soft and weak even when she only looked at it. Her legs tingled with excitement, and suddenly the robe, even open, was a nuisance. She pulled back and smiled at him as she slid the robe off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
She was naked now, completely naked for him, and she rose and walked around the foot of the bed, doing it slowly, because she knew he liked to look at her walking in the nude. His eyes followed her, and she went around to the opposite side of the bed and laid back the covers. Then she slid in beside him.
His body was close to hers, warm and hard, and she could feel it before they touched. She slid toward him, and at the same moment she reached under the covers until her hand found his cock, already hard and huge. Her pussy was damp, and her breath, hot and short, and quick. They turned toward each other and embraced, their bodies coming together softly, lovingly, as though drawn by a magnetic force of their own, without need of conscious volition.
She kissed him again, then moved her mouth over his face as his hand moved down over her taut, slim belly to find the wetness of her cunt. He reached between her legs, and she opened her thighs, gasping with delight and awakened need as his finger moved over the lips of her pussy.
"Uh ... mmm ... ohhhh," she breathed softly, her breath stroking his chest hairs into little movements. Then his hand slipped down farther, and his finger entered her. She gasped again, and opened her thighs for him, and the finger dug in more deeply, sloshing through the tropic wetness of her channel and stroking pleasure through her body in shocking bursts. She jerked with the joy, her body reacting to it as though he had lashed her with a whip.
He began to stroke her insides, finger-fucking her with a slow, rhythmic motion that brought her thighs together again in a tension of sensation, so intense that it wrung cries from her.
"Uh! Oh! Oh, Daddy! Oh, darling, oh, God!"
He brought her to an orgasm that way, with his fingers, using them expertly, as though her body were a fine instrument and he a master practitioner. She gushed and flooded, the juices of her pussy flowing onto the sheet. Her body rocked rhythmically, in an automatic response, as though they had been fucking, and her face contorted into a mask of intense joy.
After the orgasm, she pulled away from him and he lay back knowing what she had in mind. Karen pulled the covers all the way off him, then reached between his legs, taking his hardened prick in her slender fingers. She leaned forward and blew a puff of warm breath onto the tip of it, then began to lick it right away, moving her tongue over the tip of the organ lightly, coating it with saliva.
She loved this best of all, she sometimes thought, this most intimate thing she could do for him, this lovely thing that was a symbol of her love for him. It gave him such pleasure, and it was not a selfish act on her part, because her body didn't take at all while she was Frenching him. It was all giving, all her gift to him, all love on her part, and she loved the feel of his shaft in her hands, growing and throbbing and stiffening under her touch, and under the expert ministrations of her tongue. Yes, in a way this was the best of all, she thought, even better than her own orgasm.
She pushed his foreskin back and began to lick the shaft, skipping over the corona and leaving it for later. Daddy's body tightened, and he grunted with pleasure as she loved him with her tongue. She left off the cock as she reached the root, and began to lick his crotch and to lick and kiss his balls.
"Oh, Jesus!" he said, and Karen felt her little surge of triumph again. She was giving him pleasure. She was a big success this night. As she nearly always was.
She had hoped to have him go off in her mouth, because she liked that, too. She liked to taste his cum in her mouth, liked to feel his whole body go into a spasm, a veritable convulsion of pleasure. And so she began to lick his glans, moving her tongue over it lightly at first, then increasing the pressure as she went along, bringing him the kind of exquisite pleasure she knew how to make with her mouth. And she brought him to the edge of an orgasm. His body arched and tautened and pitched with joy, and she caught that little foretaste that always told her when he was about to come.
But Daddy had other ideas. By some extreme effort he brought himself back from the brink. He pushed her head gently away from his cock, then pulled her upward, along his body, the signal that he wanted to fuck her now.
She felt a stab of disappointment mingled with the excitement and the pleasurable anticipation at the thought of the joining of their bodies. She slid up to a level with him, lying on her side and facing him. Daddy reached down and laid a hand on her thigh, drawing it forward. Karen complied, resting her thigh on his side, letting her calf rest on his hip and leg for a moment before moving forward, the calf slipping behind him as his own leg slid between hers. His cock was so stiff it poked at her like a wooden dowel. Karen reached down between her thighs and took the heavy shaft in her fingers, feeling something akin to reverence, her love for Daddy so great at that moment that it almost burst something inside of her.
She fitted the cock between her thighs and inserted it in her pussy, sliding it between the lips and letting Daddy do the rest. His hand, resting on her hip, pulled her forward, a signal more than an act of leverage, drawing her forward by the action of her own muscles as she responded to his desire. They came right up against each other, the pleasure of the friction wringing a cry from her, or so she thought until she realized that it was more the emotion of the act, the love for him that overflowed and had to come out as a sound.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies close together, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her, and his hand sliding up between their bodies to cup one of her tits lightly, the hard and erect nipple nudging into his palm.
Then they began to fuck, slowly and luxuriously, with the comfortable pleasure of a couple who have become accustomed to each other over the years, learned each other's ways, and made it past all embarrassment, and all strangeness, and the urgency born of embarrassment and strangeness.
His hand rested on her hip lightly, softly, in an almost friendly fashion, a casualness that was more intimate than any pressure or passion could be at this point.
His hips moved in a slow and deliberate, expert rhythm, and she felt herself caught up in it as she had more times than she could remember. His technique was so wonderful, so fine and good and so effective, and she let herself roll along with him, her hips moving in time with his, their bellies coming together with little slapping noises.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, and he made soft little grunts of pleasure in return. They were one now, caught together, their minds and their emotions as well as their bodies joined, their souls intertwined as they should be.
Their bodies surged and pumped now, moving more urgently than before, and more quickly, the rhythm of their fucking speeding as the pleasure became more dominating, more demanding, more furious.
"Uh! Uh! Uh, uh, uhuhuhuh...." Karen's voice came out in pressurized spurts, the cries of joy running closer and closer together as the pleasure encompassed her, occupied her whole person and her whole soul. She was lost in it now, swept up in the power and the grandeur of it, immersed in sensation and the emotion of love.
The cock slid through her more and more pressingly, ruthless now in the agony of pleasure it visited on her. Karen cried out again and again, grasping her father to her as though he were a lifeline, her hips working with the same demanding need of his own. The juices boiled up in her, lubricating, washing her insides with the need and the joy that filled her now, and she felt her nails dig into Daddy's shoulders, raking the skin and the flesh, leaving trails of red behind them.
"Oh, God!" She didn't realize at first that it was her own voice crying out, but then she heard Daddy's voice joining it, and it was on them, the orgasm, awesome in its ferocity, and they both fell under it at the same moment, their bodies straining together as his cum flooded into her with the force of a cataract, driving into her womb mightily. The pleasure shook her like a rag doll, and she felt all her senses go for a moment, and things seemed to explode inside of her: flashes of light and powerful rumblings in her brain, like the end of the world almost, and it was unbelievably wonderful, as it always was....
CHAPTER TWO
It had all started ten years before, when she was only seven. Karen always remembered that time with a touch of embarrassment, because she had made a fuss about doing what she had since come to accept as so natural and so pleasurable. An act of love, and something that she so enjoyed doing for Daddy now. But then it seemed terrible to her seven-year-old mentality. As terrible as taking castor oil, and far worse than eating the breaded tomatoes that Mrs. Barker, the lady next door made up for them occasionally, and that Daddy always made her eat for her own good and out of politeness.
It was a Friday afternoon, and Karen had come home from school on the bus, as always. She ran up the walk to the house and saw Daddy sitting in his big chair. For the moment there were no patients in the house, and Karen was glad, because she loved it when she could have Daddy all to herself, especially because she wanted to ask him for something this day....
"Daddy!" she cried, filled with the bubbling happiness of a child, and ran to him, jumping onto his lap, and laughing. Daddy caught her in his arms and kissed her on the lips. She clung to him, loving the feel of his body close to hers, and the smells, all the mixtures of medicine and chemicals and tobacco that meant her daddy.
"How was school today, Princess?" he asked, cradling her in his arms, and making her feel happy and safe as always.
"Fine. Daddy, can I have a pair of white shoes with a matching purse?" she asked, the honesty of childhood not having given way as yet to the arts of womanhood.
Daddy laughed gently. "Now why do you want a pair of white shoes and matching purse?" he asked.
"Because Candy Laughlin has a pair of white shoes and a white purse, and so dies Linda Pilgrim, and Sandy Jameson, too."
"Well, I don't know, honey; we'll see," he said, looking at her closely, Karen smiled her biggest, warmest smile, the one that always worked if anything was going to work.
Daddy's smile broadened, and she knew he was going to say yes before he said it. "All right, Princess. We'll go down tomorrow and get them for you."
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, thank you!" She threw her arms around his neck, bouncing up off his lap and clinging to him tightly. "I love you, I love you, Daddy, I love you more than anything!"
"Sure, as long as there are white shoes in the world." He said it jokingly, but there was a sting in the words for Karen. She couldn't see how he could doubt that she loved him. Daddy was everything to her, everything in the whole wide world. Her mother had died a long time ago, when she was born, and she had never known any love but the love she and Daddy shared with each other. She leaned back to look into his face to see if he was just joking or if he was really unhappy with her over the white shoes with the matching purse, because if he was, then she really didn't want them. And there were tears in her eyes when she looked at him, just little tears that made things look a bit blurry. But he had hurt her a little by what he had said. And he wasn't really smiling, like something was funny, but just smiling sadly, as if he really believed that she only loved him when he gave her something.
"Daddy, that's not true," she said, and her voice broke a little. She just couldn't help it. Daddy put his hand on the back of her neck and kissed her on the lips, lightly.
"It's all right, Princess. I guess it's normal for a little girl to be that way."
And that made her feel worse than she had before, worse and more guilty, and she buried her face in his chest and cried, and told him that it wasn't true, really, really not, she really loved him, and she didn't want any old darn shoes if it would make him think she didn't love him. "Do you really love me that much, Princess?" Daddy asked that question with a strange voice, different from ever before, and Karen felt an odd twisting sensation in her stomach, although she didn't know why.
"Yes," she said against his chest, her voice muffled by the white smock he was wearing.
"Would you like to do something for me then? Just to prove to me that you love me?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy!" she said eagerly, and drew back to look up into his face. She felt a flood of happiness at the thought that he was going to give her a chance to prove that she loved him. "I'll do anything!" This was the first time he had ever asked her to do something for him. Before, he always told her to do things that were for her own good, like eating all her dinner or picking up things in her room, but now she was going to do something just for him, and it made her feel things she had never felt before, all kinds of things she didn't really understand, but the biggest and most obvious thing it made her feel was happy.
"All right, Princess. Now this is something you've never done before, but it's something people do all the time, and if it seems strange or unpleasant to you, that can't be helped. It's something you'll get used to. That is, if you want to do it for me. I want you to know you don't have to. This is something people only do because they love other people, and want to make them feel good."
"I'll do it," she chirped eagerly. "Just tell me! Please, Daddy, please tell me!"
"All right, honey. You have to get down off my lap to do it." She got down and stood before him, looking into his face with eager anticipation. The mystery of this thing was intriguing. She couldn't imagine what kind of thing this was that she was going to do for her very own daddy, this thing that would prove how much she loved him, and make him feel good at the same time, but the thought of accomplishing those two goals at once made her tingle inside with anticipation. "Now, this is something that two people always do alone," Daddy said. "It's not something you let other people see you doing."
"Like going to the bathroom?"
"That's right, Princess. Like going to the bathroom. But we're going to do this thing right here in the front room, so you'll have to go put the sign in the window first, and lock the front door."
"Okay!" Karen loved whatever this was. It was like a new game, and the secret nature of it was the best part so far. She skipped to the front door, punched the button that locked it, then put the sign in the window. The sign said, The Doctor Is Out, and had a picture of a little doctor running to his car. When the sign was in the window, and she had looked to make sure that it was right side up and visible from outside, she came back to where Daddy was still sitting. There was something strange about him, and this was the first time she had noticed it. He was excited, and excited in a way she had never seen before. It was kind of scary, because Daddy had always been as solid and as unchanging, as dependable as the earth itself. But it was exciting, too, and she felt, in her child's way, that things were changing right this moment, that her relationship with her father was going to be different from this moment forward.
"Now, I want you to kneel down, Princess," Daddy said. "No, come closer first."
She stepped forward a step and a half, and knelt. Her chest was right up against the edge of the chair. Daddy's thick, strong thighs bracketed her body. She put her tiny hands on them for support, and liked the feeling of their hardness through the harsh wool of his pants. There was a big lump in the front of his pants, right in front of her face, and she found that interesting. Strange it was, and curious, something she had never seen before. "All right. Now pull down my zipper, Princess," Daddy said.
Karen felt herself flush with embarrassment. "Oh, Daddy! I can't-"
"You can do it when we're alone, honey. Unless I tell you not to. But remember, I told you before that you don't have to do this. It's just something to show you love me."
That reminded Karen of his doubts, and she knew she had to do what he wanted, just to prove how much she loved him. So she reached forward and took the zipper in her little fingers. It jammed, and she had to hold the pants steady while she did it. Her knuckles grazed the lump in his pants, and she found out that the lump was very hard, like the muscles in his arms, and she liked the feeling of it. Then the zipper was all the way down, and she could see the white of his shorts inside.
"I think you'd better open my pants at the top, too, honey. It'll make things easier." That seemed even more embarrassing, but Karen didn't want Daddy to think she didn't love him, so she reached up and opened his belt, then worked at the button, finally getting it open. The pants lay back, and she could see his shirt and his shorts where the pants had hidden them before. Actually, she liked what she had done so far. It was kind of nice, an intimacy she and her father had never shared before.
"All right now," Daddy said, "I want you to pull my shorts down, honey."
"Oh, Daddy! Please, that's-"
"Well, I told you, honey, you don't have to do any of this."
There was no reproach in Daddy's voice, but Karen thought she heard a note of disappointment, and disappointing Daddy was the worst thing she could imagine.
"Will you be mad at me if I don't?" she asked, not looking at his face.
"No, of course not, Princess."
That made it worse, somehow.
"I'll do it," she promised. She reached up and pulled at the elastic band, but his weight held the garment in place. "I can't," she whispered desperately. Daddy raised himself up off the chair a little bit; then she found that she could pull the shorts down all right. It wasn't easy, but she could do it. She finally got them down around his knees, and he sat down again.
She had seen her daddy naked many times. There had never been any attempt on his part to keep her from seeing what he looked like without his clothes. But that thing she had looked at with wonder and curiosity so many times had never looked like this before. It was bigger, more awesome, and stiff as iron, jutting right toward her face as he sat there. It had a fascination for Karen, though she didn't really know why. She stared at it for a long time, and Daddy didn't say anything. There were big purple veins in the thing; they seemed to be distended now, and throbbing. Finally, she realized how long she had been staring at it, and she got embarrassed. She looked up into Daddy's face, and he had that excited look she had noticed before, only now it was a hundred times more.
He reached out and took her right hand. He held onto her wrist and pulled the hand forward until she touched that big, throbbing thing, touched it with her fingers. It didn't feel bad, not at all. She liked the feel of it. It was hot, and it was a little scary to touch it, but she didn't want to stop. Daddy closed her hand around it, around the big knob on the front of it, and squeezed. He started to push her hand back and forth, and his eyes got all funny-looking, like they weren't focused, and he leaned his head back against the back of the chair and started to make funny moaning noises deep in his throat. It made her want to draw back at first, because she had never heard anything like that from anybody, and especially not from Daddy. But something told her that there was nothing wrong, that Daddy was making those noises because he felt good, not bad; then she caught on, or thought she did, to the new game. It made Daddy feel good to have her rub that big thing. Well, that was nothing. She'd do that a hundred times a day, if it would prove to him that she really loved him.
Daddy took his hand away from hers, and she stopped the rubbing. "Keep it up, Princess," he said softly, not looking at her but keeping his head back and his eyes closed. She started to do the rubbing all by herself then, and she was delighted when he started to make those deep sounds of pleasure again.
After a while she started to experiment. There was skin on the back part of the thing, skin that was loose, and she pushed it back. She wasn't sure of what she was supposed to do, but Daddy seemed to like it when she pushed it back, so she started to rub the bare shaft as she had the knob. He bit his lip, and she thought she had hurt him, but he told her to go on again, and she did.
Finally, he reached down and took her hand away. She looked up at him, afraid for a moment that she had offended him in some way.
"Now there's something else," he said. "But you might not love me enough to do that yet. You're only a little girl, and-"
"No, I do, I do!" she insisted. "What is it, Daddy?" It had proved to be so easy, proving to Daddy that she loved him. She wanted to know all the ways there were, all the ways to make him feel good, and to prove how much she loved her daddy.
"Well, all right," he said. "If you're sure, honey. I want you to lean forward now and kiss me. Kiss me right there," and he pointed to that big thing, that big, hard thing, and Karen couldn't. She just couldn't even imagine doing something like that, not even for Daddy.
"Oh, no, Daddy!" she cried. "Oh, no, please don't make me-"
"I'm not going to make you do it, honey," he said. "I told you, I'm not going to make you do anything. It's all up to you. You don't have to do anything for me that you don't want to do."
His voice was infinitely patient and loving and understanding, but there was that note of disappointment in it, and that note went through Karen's body like an exquisite silver barb, honed to a glittering point. She knew she had hurt Daddy, disappointed him, and she couldn't bear it.
It wasn't that she was afraid of losing her white shoes with the matching purse, either. Daddy never broke a promise to her, and she knew he wouldn't break his promise to buy her the shoes now. But she knew that the white shoes with the matching purse would be no good to her, that she'd never get any joy from them at all if she knew she had disappointed Daddy, that she hadn't measured up in his eyes in some way. She looked at that big shaft of flesh again, and it looked at awesome as ever. But if she had to kiss that thing to prove how much she loved her daddy, then she was going to do it. It wouldn't be easy, but she was going to make herself do it, and right now.
Quickly, like someone diving into a cold pool, she leaned forward and kissed the tip of the thing. It wasn't nearly as bad as she had thought it would be. She only grazed it with her closed lips. Then she looked up at Daddy eagerly, waiting for her reward of approval.
But Daddy only smiled that sad smile again, and she wanted to cry because she had failed, and he might really think she didn't love him, or at least not as much as she ought to.
So she didn't even say anything to him. She just screwed up her courage and leaned forward again. This time she kissed it longer, and she touched it with her tongue, as she did when she kissed him on the mouth, because he had taught her to kiss that way. And she just knew that if that was the right way to kiss on the mouth, then it must be the right way to kiss down there, too.
And it wasn't so bad. In fact it surprised Karen to find out that it wasn't bad at all. There was hardly any taste to it. And Daddy made a sound again, not the low, moaning sound, but a quick sucking sound, as his breath caught, and she knew she had pleased him, and she felt very happy. This was just as easy as the rubbing had been, and she would do it for him if he wanted her to. Anything to make her daddy happy with her.
She kissed it again, and again, and each time she could feel Daddy's body jerk a little, and she knew that she had pleased him.
"That's fine, Princess. But the next time, don't pull away. When your tongue is on me, just leave it there for a while."
That sounded icky, but she had promised herself that she was going to show Daddy she loved him, and so she would do whatever he wanted. She leaned forward again and kissed the thing, and this time she kept her tongue against it for a long time.
"Good. Good." Daddy's voice was tight, barely controlled. "Now lick it, honey. Lick it all over."
She had gotten into things far enough now that she didn't mind that. She had found that there was no taste, except just a little tang of fleshy taste, and she didn't mind that at all. And it was getting exciting, being able to make Daddy feel such intense things. She loved it. Her tiny tongue began to make a saliva track all over the tip of his cock, then up the shaft of it. She pushed the foreskin back as she had done before and licked it all the way up, then down again. Daddy's body shook with pleasure, tautened with it like a bowstring, and she enjoyed it all the more.
Gradually, he had her widen the range of her ministrations, until she began to lick his crotch and his scrotum, and she tasted the salty sweat, but that wasn't bad, either, after she got used to it.
"That's it, Princess," Daddy said tightly. "That's it, honey. Now keep that up. Keep it up. Keep it up." He was repeating himself, and she knew that he had begun to lose himself in the feelings she was giving him. She didn't know what this was all about, of course, but the thought of pleasing Daddy so much, of bringing him so much pleasure and satisfaction, was enough to make her feel all warm and tingly inside, and all over her skin. She loved him so much, and now he would know how much she loved him.
"All right, honey, now there's something else. Take it in your mouth. Take it in and move your lips over it, as well as your tongue."
She had to laugh at that idea. "Oh, Daddy! I can't get that big thing in my mouth!"
"Well, as much as you can, Princess," he said. "Hurry up now. Do it."
It was as close to a direct order as he had come, but she knew he was tense with the emotions running through him. She sensed that in the way of a child, not consciously thinking about it. She also knew that this was a way to please him all the more, and she did it without even thinking much about it. It was just a logical extension of the things she had done for him already.
She leaned forward once more and took the tip of the cock into her mouth. She felt a gag reflex for a moment, but she fought it down. Then she took more of the organ into her mouth, until she had the whole head of it inside. She began to lick it again, and to move her lips over it, and she found out that Daddy really liked that part. She worked her lips more and more, and she discovered that the tighter she made them, the more he liked it when she moved them, so she drew them in over the edges of her teeth and that made it easier to keep them really tight. She moved her head back and forth, moving it slowly at first, then faster. Her neck got tired, but she didn't let that slow her down. She just kept moving faster and faster.
Daddy was really making a lot of noise now, and she knew he liked what she was doing, and she did it all the faster, and all the harder, and Daddy's hands clamped on the arms of the chair, and his whole body shook. "Uh! Uh!" He was almost screaming now, and she knew that it was with pleasure, though she had never heard such sounds before
"Uh! Oh, Jesus! Oh, Christ!" His whole body shook with delight, and he threw his head back and twisted it, and she felt a flood of happiness that was like nothing she had ever known before. She worked hard on him, trying to do everything right, even if this was the very first time.
She tasted a change in his cock, and she didn't know just what it was. But she didn't let it scare her. She had decided that this was a nice thing, and she wanted to do it for her daddy. And she knew that he wouldn't let her do anything that could hurt her. So she kept on, even working a little harder. Then his cock began to move and whip, and she had to hold onto it all the harder. And he was really thrashing around now, his body moving back and forth in the chair until he almost pulled the prick from her mouth.
But Karen didn't let it get away from her. It was hard to keep up, because she was small, and she had to move a lot to keep that thing in her mouth, and in her hands, but she didn't let it get away. She was determined, and even when she felt pain a few times, she didn't let that slow her down. It was proof that she loved him, and she would let it hurt if she had to. She loved her daddy; she really did.
Then something shot out of his cock, something with a harsh and bitter taste, and she jerked back from the taste of it, and the surprise. It was really a terrible-tasting stuff.
Daddy reached down and grabbed her head in both his hands. He yanked her forward, hurting her with his roughness, although even as it happened Karen had the feeling that he was trying to be gentle with her, but that whatever this was that was happening to him, it had robbed him of control. She felt the cock press against her lips, and automatically she opened her mouth and accepted it. The stuff was still shooting, though a lot of it had gotten on Daddy's pants and the front of her dress, and all over her face. It was sticky, but she didn't mind; she didn't mind if Daddy wanted her to have it there, or even in her mouth.
The stuff was bitter and alkaline-tasting, but she swallowed it, because that seemed to be what Daddy wanted her to do, and because she really had no choice. Some of it boiled over, dribbling down over her lower lip and her chin, to drop onto the chair, but she swallowed most of it. The cock was jammed into her mouth so hard she gagged a little, but she fought that down, too. Daddy seemed to be having a fit or something, and she thought it was really funny that he liked something that made him act this way. But if he did like it, then she wasn't going to mind doing it for him. She had learned a lot about love in the past minutes, she knew. She had learned that she could do anything, just anything at all, and love doing it, if her daddy wanted her to do it.
When it was all over she knelt in front of him, leaning against the chair, all tired out, but happy, because she was almost positive she had pleased him at last. And when he finally looked down at her, she knew from his smile that she had been right.
He pulled her up onto his lap, and she leaned against him. She could hear his heartbeat, strong and steady and reassuring, slow down from the minutes before. He held her close, and she felt a flood of love such as she had never known in her whole seven years of life. She had thought, before, that she had loved him, but now she knew that love had dimensions she had never even dreamed of. Her daddy was everything to her. He would always be everything to her.
"I love you, Daddy," she murmured, and he squeezed her gently.
"I love you, too, Princess," he said. Then his voice became a little more business-like, almost stern. "I want to tell you about what you just did, honey. It's a perfectly natural thing, but as I told you before, it's something you never do in front of people. And you never talk about it in front of other people, either. Never. Understand?"
"Uh-huh. Like going to the bathroom."
"Only a lot more so. If you ever mention this in front of other people, even a hint of it, they'll hate you. They'll hate you forever, because you mentioned it. And they'll think I'm a terrible father for not teaching you good manners. You don't want that, do you?"
"Oh, no, Daddy."
"Good. Then remember, you just pretend that you never heard of this. No one will ever hear about it from either of us. We'll treat it like a secret. Most little girls your age don't even do it. They have to wait until they're a lot older. But you'll be way ahead of them."
That made her feel good. She was way ahead of all the other little girls.
"There are other ways to do something like this," Daddy said. "But you're not old enough for those ways yet."
"Yes, I am, yes, I am," she pleaded. "Let me try, Daddy. Please let me try. Tell me how-"
"No, honey, you're not old enough," Daddy said more firmly. "You'd hurt yourself."
"When will I be old enough?"
"I don't know, Princess.. Not for a long time yet."
She almost cried with frustration then. But Daddy was smiling.
"Don't worry, honey. The way you just did it is very nice, and you can do that for me until you're old enough for the other ways. Then I'll let you do those things, too."
She felt a flood of happy anticipation.
"Promise, Daddy?" she asked eagerly.
"Promise."
CHAPTER THREE
It made Karen feel all warm and snug to wrap up in her black coat with the fur collar, though the car was warm enough. Daddy drove with his usual skill and confidence, and she felt so safe with him. Outside, people made their way along the sidewalks, their breath floating up in steamy billows. There was no snow yet, but the Christmas lights were up on most of the houses, and Karen felt the little-girl excitement that always came over her at this time of year.
"Golly, it looks cold out there," she said happily.
"The radio said it will get down to twenty-eight tonight," Daddy answered. "You stay inside until I come to pick you up, Princess."
Karen felt a lump of nervousness. She had put it off as long as she could, and now, with the school just around the next corner, she would have to ask.
"Daddy, would it be all right if I went out after rehearsal tonight? Just for a Coke. One of the girls in the play said she'd drive me home afterward. It's Lona Sanders, and she's a very good driver," Karen finished quickly. Then, before he could answer, she plunged on. "A lot of the kids are starting to think I have a big head or something. I mean, I have the lead in the play, and I've never gone out after one rehearsal with them."
"Princess, do you remember what I said when I let you talk me into this whole idea? I said that you could do the part in the play, but that's all. No going out afterward. You have a lot of work to do at home, and there's your homework to think about, too."
"Please, Daddy? I've kept up with my work, haven't I? I've never let anything fall behind."
"Of course. You're a very responsible young lady. But to keep up, and study lines and go to rehearsals, you've had to cut into your rest, and that could endanger your health, Princess. Rehearsal ends at ten-thirty, and I'll be here to pick you up." His voice was customarily firm, and Karen knew there was no use arguing the point. Anyway, he loved her and knew what was best for her. He always knew what was best.
"Okay," she said, feeling the same comforting safety she had always felt when he told her what to do. "I'll be ready."
Daddy pulled the car into the driveway in front of the high school gymnasium and braked to a stop behind a blue Chevy. The doors of the gym were closed, but the light crept out under them, and it looked so cheery and nice. Karen slid across the seat and kissed Daddy. There was no one around, so she kissed him on the mouth, deeply and lingeringly. Daddy's hand brushed her coat aside and slipped up under her miniskirt, stroking the inside of her thigh. Karen felt a flood of desire, and she broke off the kiss quickly, because this was no place to get something started. She put her hand on Daddy's leg and gave it a little squeeze. "I'll see you at ten-thirty," she said huskily, and slid across the seat and got out of the car.
As it pulled away, Karen stood watching the cheery red of the taillights. They looked like Christmas decorations as they dimmed into the distance, winking merrily as Daddy applied the brakes, then accelerated.
Tonight they would make love, she knew. The signs were all right for it. They both felt in the mood. That little session in the car had been a signpost, and a bit of stimulation, too. She felt an eager flush of anticipation, and she was glad it was so cold, because anyone who looked at her would think it was the temperature that had put the roses in her cheeks.
Her mind scampered back three years as she mounted the concrete steps to the gym. She remembered the first time they had made love, really made love to each other. It hadn't been a very pleasant experience for Karen, because it was seldom a nice experience for a girl the first time, and of course she had been pretty young. But Daddy had been watching her grow up, and he had decided that it was time to keep his promise and teach her those "other ways" he had told her about that first time he had allowed her to French him, when she had been seven years old.
She had noticed him looking at her rather strangely of late, and she wondered about it. He had given her a thorough physical examination just a month before, which she had enjoyed no end. It was such a nice, intimate thing, and his hands on her body had taken on a new significance over the past few years or more. She had begun to feel things, things in her body and nerves that she had never felt before. When Daddy let her play with him and French him, or when he touched her, or even looked at her, she felt stirrings in her loins that seemed new and wonderful, though at times they scared her with their power and ferocity. And as wonderful as the feelings were, there was a frustration in them, too, as though she had been given these feelings for something she hadn't completed, and didn't know how to complete.
She had been wonderingly aware of the changes that had been taking place in her body since she had been thirteen, the year before. Her little-girl chest had blossomed into breasts, and hair had grown between her legs. Daddy had bought her a book about feminine grooming, and she had begun to shave her legs and under her arms, and he had started to buy her things like perfume and pretty-smelling bath soap and bubble bath, which made her feel very grown up.
Then, one night, as she lay in bed, staring up into the darkness and waiting for Daddy to come and say good night to her, the door opened and she saw him standing there in his robe. She knew he wanted her to show him she loved him, because when he came to her room in his robe that was always what he wanted. He walked across the carpeted floor and sat on the edge of the bed. He turned on the lamp on her bedside table, and a cozy, shaded light pressed back the darkness. He leaned down and kissed her on the mouth, pressing his tongue over hers, and she felt those strange, wonderful/dreadful feelings again. Daddy pulled the covers off of her. She was wearing a yellow nightie he had given her for her fourteenth birthday just two weeks before, and she was glad she had decided to wear it this night, because she liked to be pretty for him.
Daddy stroked her cheek and her long blonde hair, and she felt a flood of tender warmth for him. He was so wonderful. He was the best daddy a girl ever had, or ever would have. He was so good to her, and so handsome. He was all she would ever need.
"Hi, Princess," he said softly.
"Hi, Daddy." She reached down in a gesture that was tender and playful at once, and dipped her hand inside his robe. He was naked under it, as he usually was. She found his cock, big and hard already, and she felt a sympathetic reaction to his excitement. It always excited her to excite him. She moved her fingers over the head of his prick for a while, smiling up at him happily; then she began to play with his balls. He sat and let her do as she wished for quite a while, but he made no move to get into position for her to suck him off. Karen was puzzled about that, and wondered for a moment if she had done something wrong, or had offended him, or had forgotten to do something she should have done. But he didn't seem to be mad at her, or disappointed in her. If anything, he seemed more excited than ever.
He reached down and cupped one of her breasts with his right hand. He felt her right through the thin nightie, and she felt her nipple harden and extend in his palm. He had taken to touching her like that lately, and she liked it, though the feelings confused her, too. She felt her breath come in quicker takes, and her body tingled and warmed all over. Daddy leaned down and kissed her again, and his hand crept up over the top of her nightie, then slid down inside, to cup her breast more directly, without the cloth between. That was an even nicer feeling, and more exciting. Karen was gasping now, and she didn't really know what was wrong. It scared her a bit, but then she noticed that Daddy seemed pleased by her state, so there couldn't be anything wrong with it, or dangerous about it. He would never do anything to hurt her, or allow anything to harm her in any way. So she let herself go, enjoying the pleasant sensations that were flooding through her body.
Daddy sat up again, and removed his hand from her tit. Karen felt a stab of frustration at the disappearnce of that hand, but she gave no sign. She could feel a slight sheen of sweat on her forehead, and there was sweat under her arms, too.
And other liquids were starting to make themselves known, between her legs ... liquids that flowed from inside of her. She smiled up at Daddy nervously, because she sensed that things were different now, that the game was about to take some new turn, and any change in her relationship with him was scary until she understood it.
"I love you, Princess," Daddy said, and his voice sounded strange and excited. His eyes looked a little strange, too, but they excited her. The way he was looking at her excited her.
He reached down and placed a hand on her leg, pushing the hem of the nightie back to give his hand access. His palm lay on her knee, then moved up a little. She was breathing more heavily than ever now, and those juices were flowing so hard they were starting to soak into the sheet under her. She felt embarrassed, as though she had wet the bed. And she wondered if her pretty nightie was going to be ruined. But Daddy seemed to be aware of what was happening, and he wasn't the least bit displeased with it. He shoved the nightie back some more, and she gasped with excitement. It was becoming difficult to get enough air into her lungs. Then he told her to sit up. She did so automatically, and he pulled the nightie out from under her fanny. She felt deliciously exposed, and she could tell that the sight of her pussy excited and delighted him. He pulled the nightie up over her head. Karen raised her arms so he could pull it off. Her hair tangled in it for a moment, then fell free in a burnished-gold cascade.
Her breasts were young and firm, little sprouts with pink tips that jiggled when she moved. She had been interested in them since they had started to develop, but now she was happy and proud of them, because she could see that they made Daddy joyous. She had begun to learn the pride of a woman in the ability of her body to give happiness to a man she loved.
Daddy tossed the nightie on the floor and pressed her onto her back once more. She lay there staring up at him, scared and nervous, excited and happy all at once. She didn't know what to do next, whether he wanted her to French him or not. But she decided to wait for his instructions. They were a while in coming. Daddy seemed content just to sit looking down at the open book that was her body, and she tingled with the feel of his eyes on her. Then his hand took up the exploration. He ran his fingers over the soft, smooth skin of her belly, and up to her tits, which he caressed lightly, cupping them and playing with them the way she had always played with his cock, and she found the feeling more lovely than she had thought possible. Finally he leaned down and kissed one of her boobs, his lips closing gently over her nipple.
"Ohhh," she moaned softly, suddenly embarrassed at the unbidden sound. It had just come out of her without any thought on her part. She was red all over, flushed with feelings she had never known before, at least not in this intensity.
Daddy kissed her other breast, playing with the first one, and suddenly Karen felt her body begin to twitch and move, and she couldn't seem to control it. Her body couldn't lie still any longer. It wanted to do something, and she didn't even know what it wanted to do. It was a hot, excited and urgent feeling, and it frightened her. But she didn't want to lose it, either. She had never felt this much of anything before. It was as though she had always been dead, or at best half-alive, and now Daddy had brought her to full awareness. Or almost full awareness. She felt, but she didn't understand. These things were incomprehensible to her, but she knew that if she were meant to understand, then Daddy would explain it all to her.
Daddy stretched out next to her on the narrow bed. His body was wonderfully hard and strong. It always made her feel so tiny and weak, yet so safe, when he lay next to her. He seemed to realize all at once that he hadn't taken off his robe, and he pulled the sash and sat up a little as he got it off. He was naked now, and the feeling of their naked bodies together on the confines of the single bed was simply wonderful, warm and comfortable. She reached down tentatively, still not quite sure of what it was he wanted her to do, and took his prick in one hand. She played with it, and saw from his reaction that she had done nothing wrong. He cradled her in his arms and she continued to fondle the cock lightly and expertly, using all the techniques she had learned and developed in seven years of playing the game with him. She was ready to go down on him, but when she started to move, he stopped her. He held her close, pressing his lips to her ear, and whispered. Karen lay in his arms and listened eagerly.
"Honey, it's time," he said.
She didn't understand. Time for what? What was Daddy talking about? Then, just before he went on whispering, she understood, and a thrill of white-hot excitement shot through her. It was like all the Christmases and birthdays she had ever known put together, and more besides. It was a kind of graduation. She was old enough, at last, to learn the other ways of pleasing him, and proving to him how much she loved him.
"You're old enough," he said softly.
"Oh, Daddy!" She gasped the words, eagerly, but then her brain failed her, and she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"There's something I have to tell you first, though," he went on. "I have to warn you. You know I love you very much, and would never do anything to hurt you deliberately, don't you, honey?"
"Oh, yes, Daddy, I know-"
"All right," he cut off. "But sometimes we have to be hurt at first so that we can be better later on. And this thing is going to hurt tonight. It's going to hurt quite a lot. You're young and you're new, and you're very tight. Now that's going to make it better for us in the long run, being as tight as you are. That's very nice. But right now it means that it's going to be worse for you, harder and more painful. Are you willing to go through some pain right now, to be able to do this new thing for me, and for yourself, too, later on?"
"I-". She was ashamed of her own hesitation, but his words had frightened her. Pain, was something she hadn't thought about. It hadn't occurred to her that Daddy might ask her permission to hurt her!
"You don't have to, honey. I won't do anything unless you say it's all right. I love you." But his hands were moving over her, gently urging, and she felt a fresh flood of that new excitement, coupled with greater shame at her hesitancy. Her own daddy would never hurt her if it weren't for her own good!
"I want you to know how much I love you."
"Are you sure? It won't be any fun for you this time."
"Do it, Daddy," she said, surprised at the stern determination in her own voice.
"All right, honey. I'll try to be as gentle as I can." Then he began to stroke her once more, his hand moving over her tits, his mouth joining in the stroking, then leaving off to move over her face and her throat and her neck. She felt that heat again, but there was no pain, nothing at all that could be called painful, or even uncomfortable. It was as good as before.
Then it was even better. Daddy's other hand moved down her side to her waist, then down to her naked hip. He moved it around in front of her, then down between her thighs. Strong, gentle fingers slipped down over the lips of her cunt, and suddenly the feelings she had known up to that point were just dim memories, just signs pointing the way to this new and incredibly exquisite feeling. Her body shivered violently under this new ministration. Feelings shot through her like electric shocks, and she cried out with the intensity of them. Pain! This was no pain! This was the most wonderful thing she had ever felt in her life. And she loved her daddy more than she ever had before.
He continued to stroke her cunt, his fingers moving over the sopping lips and occasionally dipping in between them to excite her and thrill her all the more.
"Uh! Oh, golly! Daddy! Oh, Daddy, I love you, I-I-I-" Her voice was almost incoherent, meaningless in the fragments of sound that it uttered. She was lost in this new feeling, lost and wrapped up in it.
Then Daddy moved down on the bed, and brought his mouth to a level with her belly. He kissed her abdomen, moving his lips over it lightly, softly, caressingly, and she trembled anew, the feelings of her body mixed with a new feeling of pure emotion, tenderness and love such as she had never felt before.
He moved his mouth lower, pulling her thighs apart. She cooperated readily, opening her legs wider for him, and his tongue licked at her pussy lightly. The experience was totally new to her, and for the first time she understood why Daddy had liked to have her French him. This must be the kind of feelings she had been giving him. It was a wonderful thing to do for someone you loved, and she was more proud than she had ever been before of all those times she had sucked him off.
Then he slipped his tongue in between the lips of her cunt, and stroked and licked anew, and she began to pitch and cry out with excitement.
"Mmmm! Mmmm! MMM!" she cried, her body curling like a burned twig around the exquisite burning pleasure of his mouth.
Then as suddenly as he had started, he stopped. She wanted to grab his head and thrust it between her legs once more, but she stifled the impulse. Daddy was the boss. Daddy knew what he was doing, and she would follow his lead as submissively as he wished. It was the way things should be.
He moved up alongside her on the bed. His body partly covered hers, the weight pressing her into the mattress. She liked the feeling. There seemed to be so many new feelings and so far she had liked them all. Where was all this pain he had warned her about?
"Now, lie still, Princess," he murmured. He moved over her, covering her, hovering above her body like some huge bird of prey. He placed his knees between her thighs, and she spread them wider to make room for him. Then he came down, moving his legs down past hers, straightening his legs and coming to rest atop her. It was hard to breathe for a moment, but she didn't complain. She felt smothered, delightfully possessed by this powerful body that lay atop her own. His cock was harder than a brick. She could feel it between her legs, but she didn't see how he was going to do anything about it. How could she suck it, in this position?
Then he raised his hips, and his hand fumbled for his prick. "This is going to hurt now, baby," he whispered tenderly. "You just lie still and I'll do all the work this time. You'll come to like it later. You'll just have to trust me and believe that, no matter how much it hurts this time. All right?"
There it was again, that talk of pain. She nodded dumbly, suddenly possessed by fear again. Daddy centered the tip of his cock between the lips of her pussy and inserted it a little way. The pain began instantly. She remembered Daddy's words about being tight, and now they made sense. He was pushing into her down there, and it hurt! His prick, swollen with excitement, was stretching her open, and she wasn't used to it. Her body was unable to accommodate him, and as he tried to push into her, the pain turned into a tearing, burning sensation that nearly drove her crazy.
"Oh! Oh, Daddy," she cried, only now the cries weren't expressions of delight. They were screams of pain.
Daddy stopped his thrusts, but he didn't draw out of her. She bit her lip, and her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, so tightly it hurt her fingertips and made her hands sore. But that pain was nothing compared to the pain in her pussy. It was so excruciating that it drove all else from her mind. Her face contorted with agony, and she wished more than she had ever wished for anything in her life that he would stop what he was doing, stop and leave her alone. She'd go back to blowing him; she'd do that all he wanted. Whatever this was supposed to do later, the pain was too horrible right at this moment for it to be worthwhile. "Daddy, stop!" she cried, but he didn't seem to hear her, and she screamed. He started to push again, driving his prick more deeply into her. She began to dig her nails into his shoulders again and nearly fainted with the pain. She wished that she could faint, that she could lose her own consciousness, and rid her body of this pain if only for a moment. But consciousness clung to her like some evil moss, forcing her to endure this thing. She couldn't believe that Daddy really knew how much he was hurting her, or he would surely stop. He never would have started in the first place.
"Stop, Daddy!" she cried. "Please, please, I can't stand it!"
He stopped the thrusts again. His cock was half-buried in her burning cunt now, and she was stretched and torn to such an extent that it felt as though she must split up the middle if he tried to stuff any more of his hard cock into her. She could feel hot fluid between her legs now, and she knew it wasn't that fluid that had pumped out before. It was blood. She was bleeding! Pain was joined by fear at the realization of her wounded condition. She cried out again and again, but it didn't seem to have any effect on Daddy. Finally, in desperation, she placed her hands against his shoulders and pushed, trying to shove him away from her. But he was stronger than she was, and with his weight pressing down on her, she could do nothing. She cried, shedding copious tears, but none of it seemed to have any effect on Daddy.
"Honey," he said finally, whispering soothingly into her ear, "this has to happen. Now just try to get through it the best way you can. Just try to stand it, baby." And he pushed more deeply into her.
She very nearly passed out then. The pain was so great that everything swam before her, and her eyes lost their focus. The bed and the room seemed to spin. Karen bit her lip and stifled another scream. Something in her ripped, and the pain and the blood seemed to reach a new high. Then Daddy made a harsh grunting sound that was ugly, like the growl of an animal, and she wanted him to vanish, to go away and never come back. She hated him in that instant, hated him and feared him and wanted nothing except peace and solitude and an end to this horrible pain, and this obscene bleeding....
But Daddy wasn't to be put off at this point. She could tell how excited he was, as excited as he had ever been when she had sucked him off, and maybe a little more so. She hated him all the more for his excitement, for finding pleasure in giving her pain.
He began to move in her then, his cock sliding in and out. The friction was excruciating, and she screamed again, no longer able to bite off the sounds that escaped unbidden from her throat. Daddy stopped for a moment and made soothing sounds in her ear. his hands caressing her gently, and she felt something of the old safety and tenderness in his ministrations. But the pain was too great to yield to any feelings of tender regard.
"Uhhh," Daddy groaned softly as his cock slid within her. She caught just a fleeting, tingling notion of the kind of pleasure he was feeling as something in her responded: just a fleeting granule of pleasure that was instantly smothered by the pain. Then she was biting her lip again, trying to keep from crying out. In desperation she closed her mouth on his shoulder and bit, bit down hard, until she could taste blood. She felt a savage joy in hurting him, a fierce revengeful feeling. But Daddy didn't even seem aware of the pain in his shoulder as he continued to fuck her, his body surging and pumping and driving his cock through her with greater speed and force, sending the pain through her in savage and agony-filled surges.
"Mmm ... Mmm ... Mmm," he moaned in time with his thrusts. The pain was beginning to dull at last, to turn from a biting and burning agony to a gnawing soreness that was still terrible but at least bearable. And so she became aware for the first time of other pains that had gone unnoticed so far. Her legs were sore from the rigidity of her muscles and the locked state of her knees. Her hands hurt from being clamped so hard on his shoulders. Her neck, her shoulders, almost every part of her tiny body was racked with bone-deep muscular soreness from the tension it had been sustaining. And of course that pain in her pussy was still there. She was bathed in sweat, and she could feel dried and caked blood between her thighs. But still Daddy's prick moved inside her with relentless and dogged rhythm, until she almost felt that this thing had no beginning and no end, and she had always been under his body like this, and always would be, forever.
"Uh!" Daddy's voice came out in a sudden yelp of emotion and sensation, and he tightened, his whole body tensing for just one moment. For that instant his cock stopped moving within her, but the respite wasn't long, and when it ended he thrust with greater force and quicker rhythm than ever.
"Oh, God, Daddy!" she cried, sure now that she would pass out, that this pain couldn't last any longer, that God couldn't be so cruel to her.
But it did go on, and Daddy's prick pounded her ravaged cunt with greater force than ever. He grunted more harshly than ever, and she suddenly realized what was about to happen. It hadn't occurred to her before, but he was going to come, as he had always done in her mouth before. He was going to shoot his juice in her down there, in her cunt, and then it would be over, and she could rest, and maybe even sleep....
Daddy came, and his fluids shot into her with the force of a firehose, driving up into her cunt hotly, almost shocking her, and already she felt relieved, even as the pain continued for brief moments longer. Daddy fucked her and fucked her; then his cock started to go soft, and his body, tired from all this activity, slackened its pace, then stopped moving.
He didn't lie on her afterward, but rose immediately. She had the feeling that he did it reluctantly, that he would have like to stay atop her for a while, but that he knew she was in considerable pain and he didn't want to hurt her any more than necessary.
He sat on the bed for a while, talking to her soothingly, petting her head and stroking her sore body; then he made her get up. She didn't want to, but he made her do it. He took her to the chair in the corner and had her sit there while he left the room. He was back a moment later with fresh sheets. While she sat huddled miserably in the chair, every inch of her an individual pain, he stripped the bed quickly and efficiently and put on the fresh linen, finally replacing the blankets and the spread. Then he came back to the chair and picked her up in his arms.
She lay against him, feeling safe and coddled for the first time since that awful thing had started. He laid her on the bed and pulled the blankets and the fresh, crisp sheet up under her chin. Then he kissed her on the forehead. "Now try to get to sleep, baby," he whispered. "I'll stay here with you until you drop off." Then, as though he had just remembered something, he pulled the covers off of her and rose and picked up his robe. He took a tube from the pocket and opened it, squeezed something onto his palm, rubbed it until it melted into a soft, oozing salve. This he began to spread between her legs and all over her shattered pussy. She jerked with pain as he reached for that part of her, but his hands were gentle and expert, and she finally relaxed.
"There's an anesthetic in this," he said. "It will help you."
Soon the pain started to dull and fade. It didn't go away entirely, but it lost a lot of its power over her in the next seconds. "Now go to sleep," Daddy said, and pulled the blankets up under her chin once more. He kissed her again, this time on the lips, but lightly, in a fatherly way.
"Daddy, do we have to do that any more?" she asked in a pleading little-girl voice.
"Don't worry about it now, Princess."
"But do we, Daddy? I didn't like it."
"I know that, Princess. But you will."
"I'll never like that, Daddy. Never."
"Now look, Princess," Daddy said, and his voice was suddenly firm. "I told you it would hurt a lot, but you said that you loved me enough to put up with it. I told you that you didn't have to do it, but you said you wanted to. Now there's no turning back. We've started something, and we're going to go through with it. And you will learn to like it. It will become the best thing in your life. I know you can't believe that right now, but you're just going to have to trust me. I love you, baby, and I'd never lie to you. You're my little girl, and you'll always be my little girl. Always. And this is something we'll share from now on. But you have to learn. You have to be broken in. Every young girl has to be broken in. It's part of growing up. You've started younger than most of them, but you'll get used to it younger, and enjoy it longer, for that very reason. Now just trust me."
"Daddy, please. I'll do that other thing for you, the way I always did it before. I'll do it any time you want. But isn't that enough-"
"We'll do that, too, honey. But we'll do it this way also. Now, there won't be any more talk about it. This is one time you're going to have to take my word. I'm going to tell you what to do, Princess, and you're just going to have to do it."
"Yes, Daddy."
CHAPTER FOUR
The next day Mrs. Davis showed up at the office. It gave Karen a start when she saw her walk in, but of course there was nothing to do but smile and say hello and ask her what she wanted.
"I came to talk to your father, dear," Mrs. Davis said. She smiled down at Karen, who was sitting behind her old metal desk, and looked about the waiting room. There were no patients at the moment.
Karen felt a twitching nervousness. She began to wonder about all the things she had said to Mrs. Davis, she had thought in confidence, though now she realized that had never been established.
"Is it some health problem?" she asked probingly. "Or does it have to do with my schoolwork?"
"It has to do with you, Karen," Mrs. Davis said, flashing another one of those brilliant smiles of hers. At twenty-six, Mrs. Davis was the youngest member of the faculty. She looked even younger. Many times she had been mistaken for a student by people who didn't know her, and not a few times. Mrs. Davis and Karen had been mistaken for each other. There was no blood relationship that either of them knew of, but they were both blondes, both slender and short, and there was a startling resemblance between them. Besides being the youngest teacher in the school, Mrs. Davis was also the one with the most boys who had crushes on her. She was prettier than most of the cheerleaders, if not all of them.
"I'll see if he can talk to you," Karen said. She was really scared now. Daddy wasn't going to like it if Mrs. Davis told him about the things she had discussed with her. Karen went back to the supply room, wondering if she might be able to pretend she had spoken to Daddy and that he had said he couldn't seen her now. She decided to give it a try. She stood in the supply room for five minutes, feeling that nervousness crowding her brain; then she went back to the front.
Daddy was already there. He and Mrs. Davis were just going back to Daddy's private office. Daddy smiled pleasantly at Karen, but she was sure he was displeased or disappointed with her. "Karen, would you come on back with us?" Daddy asked.
His voice was as pleasant, outwardly, as his smile. But Karen had learned to read him, and she knew that he was unhappy with her. She felt that familiar stab of guilt that always came over her when she knew she had done something wrong. Mrs. Davis didn't seem to like the idea of Karen coming along, but she didn't object.
They went into the office. Daddy offered Mrs. Davis a chair and asked Karen to sit down, too. Then he sat behind his desk. "Now," he said, leaning back in his swivel chair, "what can I do for you, Mrs. Davis?"
"I've come to talk to you about Karen," Mrs. Davis said. "You may feel that what I'm about to launch into is none of my business, Doctor Arthur, and I don't blame you if you feel that way. But as Karen's teacher, I'm concerned about her."
"Has her schoolwork been falling off?"
"Oh, no, she's doing excellent work, Doctor. As a matter-of-fact, I'd say she is my best student. She has a great deal of natural talent where drama is concerned."
"Karen has always been a straight-A student. But if that's the case still, then just what is it that you are concerned about?"
"Karen isn't a very popular girl in school, Doctor Arthur."
"Oh? I'm sorry. She's never complained about not being liked. Not to me, that is."
"Well, it isn't that people wouldn't like to like her. But I think they have the idea that Karen is a snob." Mrs. Davis looked at Karen and smiled reassuringly.
The smile didn't do a thing for Karen's composure. She was worried about what Daddy was thinking, not about the truth behind Mrs. Davis' statements.
"A snob?" Daddy smiled with amusement. "But that's ludicrous."
"Of course it is. But you see, she never takes part in any extracurricular activities."
"She's in the Christmas play."
"An exception, and I'm very grateful to you for letting her take the part. She's going to be excellent. But even there she never goes out with the younger people after rehearsals."
"Karen has a great deal of work to do around here. And she also has her schoolwork to think about. And I insist on having her keep up her rest, too. She just doesn't have time for going out after rehearsals. Frankly, I allowed her to take that part against my better judgment. I still think it was a mistake."
Daddy's voice was bland, but Karen knew the threat that lurked behind his words. He could still pull her out of the play. That would be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her, and she wished that Mrs. Davis would take the hint and shut up. But Mrs. Davis didn't take the hint, and she didn't shut up.
"Doctor Arthur, I know you love your daughter. That's obvious, or you wouldn't be so strict with her. But Karen is at an age at which she should be learning to associate with people her own age. She has to-"
"Mrs. Davis, I'm afraid that you're right," Daddy said in that same bland voice. "I do think that you're launching into something that's none of your business. I'm certain that you think you're working for Karen's best interests, but until Karen is of age, and at any rate while she is living under my roof, her best interests will be my concern, and my decision. Now, if that's all...." Daddy rose, implying that the conversation was over.
Mrs. Davis looked a bit flustered, obviously unaccustomed to being treated in such a manner, particularly by men. But she rose graciously, and used that smile on Daddy. It glanced off of him with no apparent effect.
"It's all for the moment, Doctor. But I repeat that I know you love your daughter, and have her best interests at heart. So the only thing for me to do is to keep trying to convince you that what I am urging is indeed for her own good. I haven't given up on you yet, Doctor."
"I wish you would, quite earnestly. You'll only be wasting your time and mine if you don't." He smiled that same pleasant but noncommittal smile and led Mrs. Davis out into the hall and toward the front office.
Karen didn't even rise. She knew Daddy would want to talk to her. He was back in a minute. He sat in the chair that Mrs. Davis had vacated.
"Princess, have you been talking to Mrs. Davis about family matters?" he asked.
"Oh, no, Daddy," she lied, but then she flushed as she looked into the depths of those cool gray eyes, so sympathetic and unaccusing, and so subject to being hurt by her. She looked down at the white skirt, stretched tautly over her shapely lap. "All I said was that you wouldn't let me go out after the rehearsals, Daddy. Then she started asking me why I never dated, when I was such a pretty girl, and I said first that I just didn't want to, but she wouldn't believe me, and she just got it out of me. I said that you didn't want me to date."
"And that's all?"
"Yes, Daddy-honestly-that's all!" Karen cried, looking up at him again. He looked back at her for a moment, and apparently decided that she was telling the truth.
"Honey, if you have any complaints about the rules I make for you, you can always talk to me about it. Have I ever been mean to you? Have I ever been arbitrary with you, or refused to listen when you were unhappy about something?"
"No, Daddy," Karen said, shaking her head, looking down again and fighting to keep her voice from breaking. She wanted to cry, and she didn't even know why, except that Daddy's voice sounded so sad, so hurt, and she felt that she had let him down terribly by going behind his back and talking to Mrs. Davis that way. It was disloyal. It was as though she were complaining about him as a father, and of course she hadn't intended that at all. She loved him more than she loved her own life. He was the greatest daddy in the world, and she would never have said anything against him to anyone.
"Well?" Daddy asked softly. "Do you have any complaints?"
"No, Daddy." She wished he would just drop it. She knew she was going to cry soon.
"Now, don't just say that, honey. If you feel there's something missing from your life, I want you to tell me. We've always been honest with each other, haven't we?"
"Daddy, please." Her voice cracked a little, and tears began to splash on her skirt.
"I mean it, Karen. I want to hear you how feel."
"Well," Karen said tentatively. "I just wonder why you won't let me date. The other girls all date. Is it because you want me to stay here with you? Is that it?"
"Well, of course I want that, Princess. You know I love you very much, and I like to have you here with me. But there's more to it than that. You're not a common, ordinary kind of girl, honey. And I just don't think it's best for you to date yet. That's my opinion, and right or wrong, it's going to have to stand."
"You know, I really am unpopular, Daddy. Everybody thinks I'm a swell-head. I heard two girls talking the other day, and they said that Patty McCandless would never have been voted the prettiest girl in the school if I weren't such a snob. They said everyone knew I was the prettiest girl in the school, by far, but that no one would vote for me because I had my nose stuck too high in the air."
"And would being voted the prettiest girl in the school mean that much to you, honey?"
She began to cry. Daddy sat looking at her for a long time as she sat huddled, her face buried in her hands.
"Well, I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I'm sorry you're unhappy. And if you blame me for it, I guess you have a right to. It hurts, of course, but I can't blame you, because you're very young. I'll just have to do what I think is best, and hope that someday, when you're older, you'll understand why I had to do what I did."
Karen threw herself forward, landing at his knees. She hugged his legs tightly, burying her face against his pant legs and sobbing hysterically. "Oh, Daddy, no! I don't blame you for anything! Don't say that, please. I know you're thinking of my own good! I'm sorry, Daddy-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, or disappoint you. Please don't hate me-I couldn't stand that! I love you so much...."
Daddy reached down and stroked her golden hair lightly.
"It's all right, Princess. Don't cry, please. I don't hate you. I love you. You should know that. That's why I'm so strict with you. If I didn't care about you, I'd let you do anything you wanted, as some of the other fathers apparently do. Honey, it's all right. Now don't cry."
But, of course, the gender and more forgiving he was the more she cried. She just couldn't help it. She wanted him to know how much she loved him, and there didn't seem to be any way to prove it except by her crying, and the tears and the sobs just kept coming.
Then, she remembered that there was another way, a better way to prove her love for him....
She rose up to a straight, kneeling position and moved between his legs. She pushed back the white smock he was wearing over his shirt, Still blinded by tears, she fumbled blindly with the zipper of his fly. Finally she managed to get the fly open all the way down. Daddy sat looking down on her benignly, and she smiled up at him gratefully. She reached into the front of his pants and fished inside his shorts, closing her hand around the already stiffened shaft of his prick. It felt good in her fingers, hard and strong and comforting. She took it out of his pants, handling it with respect verging on reverence. It sprang out stiff and sound, pointing at her face as though it had some instinct of its own, as though it knew where it belonged.
Karen felt an overwhelming flood of tenderness at the sight of it, and the feel of it. She leaned forward gently and kissed the tip of the cock, touching it lingeringly with her tongue. A tremor passed over her body at the feel and the taste of the prick against her tongue, and she sighed softly. Daddy's body shifted in response to the sigh, and she looked up at him again, smiling briefly and tenderly, and then, holding the stiff, heavy cock in her fingers, she began to lick it with slow, luxurious relish. She could already feel the comfort that came from performing a familiar and beloved function, for a person she adored.
Daddy sat back in the chair, his hands resting lightly on the arms, his fingers curled down over the naugahyde. She caught a glimpse of his hands there, the hairs black and bristly, and the sight excited her afresh. She continued to lick his cock lightly, pushing back the foreskin and licking the shaft. He began to shift in the chair slightly as she worked, the pleasure becoming intense in him; then she decided to take a moment to open the top of his pants. She unfastened his belt and pulled open the hook that held his pants closed at the top. Then she reached in and took out his balls and kissed and caressed them, licking the scrotum, delighting in the slight tang of sweat, and the smell of his crotch, so manly and beautiful. She had pulled his shorts down after opening the top of his pants, and now she buried her face in his crotch, licking it and kissing it and inhaling deeply the aromas of his body. The bristliness of his body hairs against her face was a delight.
"Uhhh," Daddy murmured, and the sound of his joy was like lovely music to her.
She felt absolved from her sins, at least for the moment, by this act of love and this giving of pleasure to him. She took his cock in her mouth and began to work her lips back and forth over the head of the shaft of his prick. She used all the expertise she had gained in seven years of pleasing him in this manner. She lessened the pressure and the friction as her lips passed over the corona of his glans penis, because that was the most exquisitely sensitive part of his cock, and she didn't want to excite that much pleasure yet. She wanted to wait for that, to keep things going and delight him all the more and all the longer, to baby him along and hold off the culmination that would mean the end of her act of adoration.
He responded beautifully, almost violently, his cock growing ever more stiff and formidable, his body twitching and jerking with little fits of pleasure. His voice reached her ears excitingly, in grunts and short swear words as his joy grew too great to contain.
"Uh! Uh! Oh, Jesus! Oh-oh, God! Mmmm...." and she knew that she was pleasing him, and was grateful for that. She worked up a fresh load of saliva, partly for lubrication and partly because she knew that the sound of it excited Daddy. She took hold of his hard, slender waist to brace herself, and began to rock back and forth, exerting pressure and striking friction against his prick. She worked in long, slow strokes because she knew he liked that, and she used her tongue in conjunction with her lips to excite him, dragging it across the surface of the cock in different places, spilling spit along it as she went.
"Oh, Christ! CHRIST!" Daddy grunted, and she saw his hands again. They were still in the same places on the arms of the chair, but now they weren't resting there. They were gripping the arms tightly, as though he might fly up through the ceiling if he didn't have something to anchor him. Then the cock began to quake and whip in her mouth, and she knew that he was going to come, and she didn't have any way to put it off any longer. She accelerated her movements, exerting maximum pressure against the corona, giving him as much joy as she knew how, which was considerable. He grunted and swore again, and his body twisted and shook and his legs clamped in against her shoulders. She felt imprisoned, locked into his crotch, and the feeling excited her. She felt her pussy flooding with the juices of her excitement, and she tightened her legs against the flow, still concentrating on him, on that big, wonderful prick in her mouth. Her tongue and lips did their educated job; then she got that little foretaste that always told her when the moment was at hand, he came, and the fluid shot into her mouth so hard it was almost painful. She tasted the burning, alkaline flavor of it, and felt her body melt with happiness. She swallowed hard, and as quickly as she could, and she managed to get all of it, although it was flooding out of his prick in sudden and copious jets. Several times she thought she was going to lose some of it. His cock finally gave a last, smaller spurt, and began to go limp.
Karen knelt there for a while, the softened cock still in her mouth, still comforting to her, like a mother's nipple to a baby. Then, reluctantly, she pulled away. Daddy looked down at her with a tired but happy smile, and she knew that she had made up in a small way for what she had done. She would make up for it some more tonight, and every night he would let her. She didn't know how it was possible to love anyone as much as she loved her daddy.
He rose, and she moved back and came to her feet. He was hooking his pants up again and she reached up, pushing his hands away softly, and pulled the zipper back up. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then his face grew more serious, and she wondered if she had done something wrong. But she couldn't see what it could have been. Unless he was still angry with her about what she had done before. Of course he was. He had every right to be. Daddy and she had always been so close, a closed corporation, a separate and distinct island away from all of humanity, and now she had violated the sanctity of their territory by telling things to Mrs. Davis.
But she wasn't prepared for what Daddy had to say to her. He reached down and took her by the shoulder, bringing her to her feet. Then he sat down again, pulling her down to perch on his lap. His hand stroked her thick blonde hair, and she knew that he was going to say something important to her, something that she wouldn't like, and that he was preparing her for it by these signs of affection. She determined to accept whatever he said without question, no matter what it was.
"Princess," he said, "I told you just now that I love you, and I do, very much. So I want you to know that what I am about to tell you is going to cause me more pain than it will cause you. And I hope you'll understand that it's for your own good."
"Of course, Daddy." She looked up at him trustingly, sure that he meant her only good.
"Honey, I want you to drop out of that play."
His words fell upon her like a numbing blow. It took a moment before she felt them, before she knew what he had said, and what it meant to her. Fresh tears sprang into her eyes, because even before she spoke she knew that her pleas would be futile, that he had made up his mind and nothing she could say would change it.
"Daddy, no," she breathed, ready to try nonetheless. "Please, Daddy, you don't know what you're asking."
"I do, Princess, and I'm afraid I'm not asking it.
I'm telling you that you're going to have to do it."
"But, Daddy, you don't understand. The play opens in two weeks, and I have the lead. I can't drop out now. Everyone would hate me if I did. They've all worked so hard and if I don't go on, there just won't be any play."
"Maybe Mrs. Davis can find someone to fill your place, honey. At least I hope so, because I don't want to ruin things for everyone else. But this thing that's happened has convinced me that I made a mistake in letting you take the part in the first place."
"But why? I've kept my schoolwork up, and I've kept up my housework, and I haven't fallen behind at the office. I've been right up to snuff on everything, Daddy. How can you say-"
"I don't think you'd have done what you did if you hadn't been overtired, Princess. You've just been biting off too much lately. Something has to give. And you know how I feel about responsibility. Your first responsibility is to this family unit, to you and me. After that, to schoolwork. If you have to give something up, then it only makes sense to give up the extra thing, the thing that you were only doing for fun."
"Daddy, I'll never ask to do anything else as long as I live, I promise, but please don't make me give up the play now. I won't be able to face anyone. I'll die-I'll just die!" She buried her face in his chest and sobbed an incoherent plea. Daddy's arm tightened on her shoulders, and his other hand slipped up along her thigh, under her skirt, to give her leg a possessive squeeze.
"I'm sorry, Princess," he said softly. "But the matter isn't open for discussion."
CHAPTER FIVE
Daddy was determined to teach her a lesson apparently, and in the coming weeks Karen came to realize that pleading was useless. After making her drop out of the play with only two weeks left before the opening, Daddy mentioned casually one night that he had decided that they should go to see it when it opened. At first Karen didn't believe her ears. She pleaded and begged and even tried to refuse outright, though she knew that she wouldn't be able to make that stick. She made herself as appealing as possible, expending great care on her grooming before visiting him at night. She felt cheap doing it, because it was like being a prostitute or something, but she was desperate. The thought of going to the play on opening night and facing everyone was the single most horrid thing that had ever entered her life, even worse than it had been to drop out in the first place. But Daddy was insistent about it, and she knew, finally, that there was no use in trying to avoid the ordeal. She could only watch the time passing, the leaves torn from the calendar and thrown into the wastebasket hurting as though some tissue had been ripped from her body. She could feel the opening night coming closer, and she was afraid as she had never been before. But it was like being under a sentence of death with no appeal. She could only watch the inevitable approaching.
On opening night she dressed in her best blue dress, applied her makeup with unusual care, though her hands were shaking so badly that she had to do everything three times to get it right. Daddy went out and warmed up the car, and she took several deep breaths and went out to join him. He tried to converse with her several times on the way to the theater, but she could only answer him in monosyllables. She had never been so nervous.
There was a good turnout. The kids had all shown up to see the play, and a lot of parents had come, too. Several kids stared at her with open hostility, though she tried to smile at them. She felt as though everyone were watching her as she made her way to her seat, led by an usherette who was in her homeroom and who didn't even speak to her. Then she got a new shock as she realized that their seats were in the front row. Daddy had gotten front-row seats. She just couldn't believe that he had done that deliberately. It must have just happened that way.
The performance was really quite good. Mrs. Davis had had to take the part vacated by Karen in order to keep from postponing or canceling the performance. And of course she was very good. She had done the same role before, when she had been in college, and it made Karen ache inside to see her doing it so beautifully now. She had to fight all through three acts to keep from crying. Especially when Ronnie kissed Mrs. Davis, which he didn't seem to mind a bit. Of course, there was a lot of reaction from the kids in the audience on that. Cheers and applauding. There were some awkward moments in the play, usually caused by someone noticing Karen in the front row. Even Mrs. Davis came out of character when she noticed her and Daddy sitting there.
After the show all Karen could think of was getting out of the place. But Daddy rose and took her arm and said softly, "Let's go backstage and say hello to some of your friends, honey."
By that time Karen was too numb to react with more than a start. She couldn't believe that this man who was torturing her was her daddy, whom she had always loved, and who had claimed to love her.
Everyone seemed totally thrown by her appearance in the backstage area, as though they couldn't believe that she could have such gall. But Daddy, having forced her to come back, now took her around and made her congratulate everyone who'd even had a bit part. Most of them were coolly polite to her, though a few snubbed her outright. Karen felt her knees going watery, and her vision swam, and she knew that she couldn't stand much more. The worst times were when she went over to congratulate Ron and Mrs. Davis. She introduced Ron to Daddy, and he mumbled a hello, then looked daggers at Karen and said something about having to get his makeup off, because they were all going to the malt shop for Cokes or something.
The only one who really came through for Karen was Mrs. Davis. Karen had noticed her watching Daddy and herself going around, watching them closely, and when they finally got to her she put her arms around Karen and answered the automatic compliment Karen had uttered by saying, "I only wish you could have done it for us, darling. You'd have been so much better." Then she asked Karen if she wanted to join them at the malt shop, where she was going with the kids before leaving them to have their fun without her. Karen said that she didn't feel very well and had to go home with Daddy, and of course no one seemed surprised. Relieved, but not surprised.
When they were out of earshot of anyone, Karen leaned against Daddy and whispered urgently, "If you want me to get out of here without making a scene, you'd better make it right now."
Daddy didn't give any sign of having heard her, but he made his way to the exit, his hand on her arm.
When the comforting darkness of the car's interior had closed about her, Karen scooted down in the seat and bent over, burying her face in her hands, and cried. She cried for half the ride home, sobbing uncontrollably for most of that time. Then, as it gradually subsided, she got her voice under control and turned to Daddy, who had sat in silence through it all. "Daddy, I have to know something. Did you do this tonight to hurt me? Did you deliberately hurt me? Was that what it was all about?"
He hesitated a moment before answering. "In a sense, Princess, I guess you could say that. You see, you had to be hurt to learn your lesson. There just wasn't any other way."
"I've learned," she said, and there was a note of toughness in her voice that surprised her. "Boy, have I learned."
When they were home, Karen headed for her room. Daddy came up behind her as she was about to go in. "I want you to come and see me, Princess," he said, his hands gripping her arms lightly. Karen felt a sinking sensation coupled, oddly, with one of panic. Didn't he know how she felt? Couldn't he see how bad it would be for her tonight? But it never occurred to her to refuse, or even to try to talk him out of it. She could feel an excitement in him, as though hurting her, or perhaps just the proof of his domination had turned him on.
"All right," she said. "Let me get more comfortable first, Daddy. I want to clean my face up."
She took off her dress and hung it carefully, then took off her lingerie and pantyhose. She stood naked in front of the full-length mirror for a moment, not quite sure of what she was looking for in the sight of her own form and face, but sure that there should be something different after this night, and the things she had learned about Daddy, and his relationship with her.
Finally, she put on her terry robe and went into the bathroom. She washed her face, taking off all the makeup, and ran a brush through her hair. She didn't take any other pains with her appearance. She just didn't feel up to it this night, and somehow it didn't seem as important as it always had before.
Daddy was in his room, sitting on the edge of " the bed with no clothes on. He smiled as she came in, and she smiled back automatically. She went to him and put her arms around his neck and kissed him lingeringly on the mouth. There was nothing in the kiss for her but physical pleasure and excitement. The emotional satisfaction she had always gotten from it was lacking now. She wondered with a touch of regret if it would ever come back. She didn't like the thought of losing her love for Daddy. It had always been the center and basis of her whole life. But something was certainly missing, whether for good or only for now she didn't know.
His hand pushed her robe open and probed inside, moving over her flesh with obvious enjoyment, and with the confidence of a proprietor. Whatever else was missing, Daddy's expertise as a lover was still intact. Karen felt herself warming to his touch, to the insistent caress of his hands. Her skin tingled with warmth and desire, and her breath shortened. She leaned forward, and her breasts, bared now that her robe was open, pressed against his chest. His mouth moved over her face and her throat and her shoulder, and she felt herself melting to his lovemaking. Her pussy was already sopping-wet. She could feel one of his hands moving down away from her breasts toward her cunt, and she moved closer to him, spraddling her legs across his lap so that his hand would have access to its objective. His fingers moved over her abdomen for a while, then down to the top part of her thighs, right up to where they joined with her body, but still he avoided her pussy, teasing her into a fever pitch of need. She wished mightily for his hand to move to its obvious target, almost prayed for it, but still Daddy continued to avoid the lips of her cunt, preferring to string her along, raising her pitch of desire still higher and higher. She was covered with sweat now, and her eyes were shut as she breathed wheezingly, her mouth hanging open slackly. She suddenly thrust her lower body forward, pressing her abdomen and its triangle of golden hair against Daddy's belly. She rubbed it up and down, trying to get some relief from the desire into which he had plunged her. Daddy moved his hand around behind her and began to play with the cheeks of her ass, cupping and squeezing them, patting and stroking them, and still her need sharpened. She bit her lip and strained against him, and her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps, but he continued to play with her. Then, without warning, he thrust her back and lowered his face to her snatch. He closed his mouth over the yellow triangle and began to suck and lick her there.
Karen leaned back, arching her body so that her pussy would thrust forward within reach of that probing, loving tongue. She cried with delight and relief when it found her lips, and she shook all over as the pleasure began to flood through her, overtaking the need that had dominated and tortured her. Daddy's hands clasped the cheeks of her ass, drawing her into his face, and she hit her orgasm at once, a huge, shuddering sensation that wrung a cry from her. But Daddy wasn't finished. His tongue probed inside of her, and he made her come and come again, driving her into a fit of sexual ecstasy. v
"Uh! Uh! Uhhhh...." she moaned and cried as the pleasure bit through her in waves of constantly increasing joy. Below, she could hear liquid sounds as Daddy's mouth continued to work, mixing his spit with the juices of her flooding pussy. The sounds were exciting, and she responded to them almost as much as she did to the constant massaging of her cunt by Daddy's tongue and lips. Then it was like things going off in her head. She felt lights explode, and all she could think of or understand was the ruthlessly powerful pleasure that flooded her body and fogged her brain.
She felt as though she had been wrung out, but Daddy apparently thought otherwise. He withdrew his mouth from her dripping cunt and pulled her down onto the bed. The robe was still on her arms and shoulders, and he didn't bother to strip it off. He had obviously worked himself up into a need as great as that which Karen had felt only a short time before. He had a hard-on, a big, awesome one, and the sight of it, and the feel of its stiffness against her awakened a desire Karen had thought was spent. Daddy didn't waste any time with ceremony. He didn't need to after all the stimulation he had given her. He merely rose above her, and she found her legs spread with no conscious thought on her part. He was between them. She could feel the heat and bristliness of his legs against the insides of her thighs. His hand took the stiffened tool, and he came down, thrusting into her well-lubricated snatch with one mighty push. He filled her, stretched her, and she felt another climax, not as mighty as the big one she had just gone through, but enough to tell her that she hadn't used up all her capacity. She was amazed at her ability to go on feeling pleasure, and a bit proud of it far back in her mind, in the only part of her that wasn't occupied with pure feeling, sensation and response and raw emotion.
He began to fuck her right away, moving his body up and down with a quick and steady rhythm. He was so strong, so competent, so big and hard in her, and she knew that she still loved him, still worshiped him, no matter what he had done to her. His cock slid inside her with that wondrous rhythm, and her hips and ass answered, meeting his timing with the perfection born of years together, of knowing each other perfectly. His cock throbbed with life and competence in her, and she cried out again as the pleasure reached the level it had hit when he had been eating her cunt. She responded as strongly as before, and Daddy was now as alive and turned on as she was. She felt love flood through her heart as the juices were flooding through her snatch. She embraced him tightly, pulling him against her and feeling that old urge to be closer to him, closer than she ever could be, the need to melt into him, to be one with him.
When he came in her, it was like a hydrant, and she cried out again, as his own voice came out in a string of meaningless grunts that meant so much to her. She felt the powerful emotional satisfaction that came with knowing that she had pleased him, that she had brought him so much joy, and that she had done so with her own joy and pleasure. In a way, they had been one person, as she had wished; they had shared the same joy, each taking satisfaction from the other's pleasure.
And as his softening cock made its last diminishing thrusts through her snatch, Karen knew that she had been wicked again, wicked in thought and feeling, unfaithful to him, because she had doubted his love, and his desire to do her good, and had thought that he had wanted to hurt her. And she felt shame and pride at the same time, pride because she was still with him, still in his arms, still under his powerful body, still above all else, Daddy's little girl....
CHAPTER SIX
It took ten minutes before Karen spotted Ron. She had begun to be afraid he wasn't going to show up. But he always passed this corner on his way home, so she waited patiently. When she caught sight of him she turned the other way, so that he wouldn't see her face, and hoped he wouldn't notice her. In the quick glimpse she had seen, he had seemed to be alone. He might turn the other way if he saw her. She knew he hated her, after the way she had let everyone down in the play. They all hated her, and it hurt to have people feel that way about her. But it hurt worst of all with Ron, because she liked him the most of anyone she had ever met.
He passed her without glancing her way, and Karen took a gulp of air and ran up beside him, falling into step. He didn't notice her right away, and when he did, he didn't even seem to recognize her for a second. Then he stared at her and lengthened his stride. Karen ran along beside him.
"Ron, can I talk to you for a minute? Please?" She couldn't keep up the pace, and in desperation, she reached up and grabbed the sleeve of his peacoat. He stiffened, and she thought he was going to shake her off. But then he stopped and looked at her.
"I don't see that we have anything to talk about, Karen." His voice was so cold it seemed to cut through her like an icicle. Karen stood staring up at him without speaking. "All right," he sighed. "What is it?"
"Well, not here," she pleaded. "Let's go in and have a Coke." They were standing outside of Woolworth's. There was a fountain, and some tables where people could enjoy a bit of privacy. It wasn't the malt shop, where the kids hung out, and that was as Karen had planned it, because she had a hunch that Ron might not want to be seen with her.
"I don't feel like a Coke," he said. "If you've got something to say to me, you can-"
"Please, Ron." She laid her hand on his sleeve again and looked up at him with wide, soft eyes. "My treat. I have money."
Money had never been a problem. Daddy had been paying her fifty dollars a week for her work in the office and around the house, and she had always had more money than anyone her age. Rod stared down at her from his vantage point of a full foot of extra height. Finally he softened a bit.
"All right," he said. "But it's my treat. If a girl has a Coke with me, I pay for it." There was a note of stiffness in his voice, as though she had hurt his pride by offering to pay, and insinuating that he didn't have any money. Karen, who had never had any relationships with boys before, tucked the knowledge away and vowed not to make that error again. She laced her arm through his and they moved toward the dime store.
"All right, Ron," she said. "Anything you say."
They found a booth in the back, and sat facing each other across a tiny table, so tiny their hands touched across it. Karen felt a little tingle at the contact, though she didn't know why. Ron had picked up two Cokes at the counter, and laid them on the table. Karen unwrapped her straw and threaded it down between the ice cubes.
"All right, what was it you wanted to tell me?" Ron asked.
"Don't be like that, Ron, please. I can't stand it when you're like that to me."
"Really? I wouldn't have thought it meant a damn to you one way or another." His voice had a kind of little-boy hurt in it that made her want to put her arms around him.
"It does, though. I didn't want to drop out of the play, you know. I begged Daddy not to make me do it, but he just wouldn't change his mind."
"Well, what the hell's with him anyway? Is he some kind of sadist or something?"
Karen felt herself bristle, but she forced the emotions back. "Ron, I really want to talk to you and make you understand. But if you're going to talk that way about Daddy, then there isn't any sense in going on with it." For a minute she thought he was going to get up and leave, but he sighed heavily and shrugged.
"All right, Karen. I didn't mean to take a wallop at your old man. But you've got to admit that was a pretty lousy thing he made you do. And then making you come to the opening night to talk to everyone. At first I thought you did that just because you thought it was funny dropping out like that and putting everybody in a sling, and you wanted to come back and lord it over us."
"Oh, no!" Karen's voice carried such shock that it seemed to satisfy him.
"Well, then Mrs. Davis said that it was your father's doing. She said that your father was a good man, and a good father, and he was doing what he thought was best, but that he was confused and needed understanding."
"She said all this to the crew?" Karen asked, aghast.
"No, just to me. She could see I was the one who was really shot down about it." Karen wondered why she felt a surge of happiness and relief at the thought that Ron had been so disturbed about her actions.
"Well, she was right about Daddy loving me. But he does know what's best, Ron. I have to do what he says. I love him, and I'm not going to let him down ever again. But I wanted you to understand about what happened."
"Why?"
"What?"
"Why did you want me to understand? Why did it matter to you?" He seemed on edge, waiting to hear her answer.
"Well, because I like you, Ron. And I didn't want you to misunderstand and think I didn't like you. I wanted you to like me back, at least a little. I liked all the kids in the cast and crew of the play, but I liked you best. I guess I like you best of anyone I've ever known. And I just didn't want you to hate me; that's all." Her voice broke toward the end, and her eyes got misty.
He grasped her hand, and there was comfort in the strength of his right hand on hers. "Hate you? Jesus, honey, that's the dumbest thing you've ever said. Hate you! God, that's rich. Don't you know how I feel about you? Can't you see it all over me? You're the only one who can't. Christ, I'm the laughing stock of the school. Everyone either laughs at me or feels sorry for me. You know, honey, I'm a pretty popular guy, if I do say so myself."
"Well, I know that...."
"I don't like to brag, but I'm the president of the senior class, and the captain of the football team. I could have just about any girl I wanted out of that school. But I don't have a steady, and I hardly ever even go out on a date."
"But why?"
"No wonder they laugh. It really is funny. A guy who has chicks drooling after him, and here I am hung up on a gal who won't even give me a tumble. When we got cast in the play together I thought, 'Now's my chance. Now she'll have to see how I feel, and maybe shell show some response.' Then you dropped out like that." He seemed to be fighting tears, which was frightening in a boy as tough and competent as Ron.
Karen turned her hand over and returned his grasp. "I'm sorry, Ron. I didn't know. Honestly, I didn't know."
"All right. So you know now. What are you going to do about it?"
"I ... I wish there was something I could do, Ron. I really do. But-"
"Yeah, I know. Daddy wouldn't let you."
"That's right."
"There are ways around that, you know."
"Like what?" Her voice was small and afraid.
"Like you could see me whether he likes it or not. You could sneak out if you have to. That is, if you really care about me."
"Oh, I do. But I couldn't do something like that. I couldn't sneak out on Daddy." The thought of it was horrible to her. To deceive Daddy!
"Why not?"
"Because it would hurt him. He loves me more than anything. I'm all he has in the whole world to love, and I love him, too, and I just don't want to hurt him, Ron."
"If you were smart about it he wouldn't get hurt, because he wouldn't know anything about it."
"Ron, I just couldn't."
"Listen, if you did that, I'd have to sneak out on my folks, too, because we'd have to meet late at night when they were all asleep. You think I'd like that? You think I don't love my folks? But I'd do it, because it's the only way we could see each other." His hand tightened on hers. "Promise me you'll meet me tonight."
"No, I can't."
"Tomorrow night then. That'll give you time to figure something out. Promise me."
"I can't, Ron. I just can't!" Suddenly she glanced at her watch. She had just seven minutes to go six blocks if she didn't want to be late getting home. She felt a wall of panic, and she tried to pull her hand away from Ron's. But he wouldn't let go. "Ron, please, I have to go home now. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon. We'll talk about it then."
"Nuts to that. I'm not going to let you go until you tell me you'll meet me tomorrow night. I'll pick you up in front of the school at ten o'clock. We'll go for a ride. My car will be fixed by tomorrow."
"No, I can't. Let go, Ron, please!"
"I'm not going to let you go until you say yes. You can struggle and fight and scream and make a scene, but I'm a lot stronger than you are, and I'm not going to let you leave without giving me that promise."
Of course she couldn't yell and scream and make a scene. Daddy would find out about that. And she couldn't stay and reason with him. She just didn't have time. She was on the verge of tears, and in desperation she said what he wanted her to say. "All right, all right. I promise."
"In front of the school at ten o'clock."
"Yes, yes, now, please let me go!"
"And if you don't show up I'm coming over to your house looking for you. And if your old man gives me a hard time I'm going to have it out with him."
"Oh, God, no! I'll come-I promise. Now, please, please, let me go, Ron!"
He loosened his grip, and her hand slid free. She jumped up and grabbed her purse and ran out the door without looking back.
She barely made it home in time. Daddy was busy and didn't seem to have noticed her tardiness. She got into her white uniform and got to work, trying to forget the mess she had gotten herself into by seeing Ron. But it kept intruding itself into her mind. And as time went by, she began to feel a pleasant tingle at the thought of seeing him. It would be the first date she had ever had, and if it wasn't exactly the senior prom, it was still exciting. She still felt the nervousness and the fright at the thought of sneaking out. And the guilt, of course. Above all else, she felt the guilt. But she was afraid that Ron would make good his threat of coming to the house, so she was trapped. She'd do it just this one time. She'd go take a ride with him in his car; then she'd make him understand that it couldn't ever happen again, and that he'd have to forget about her and find some other girl. There was nothing to do but to sneak out after Daddy was asleep.
He didn't visit her that night, and she didn't go to his room, either. She went to bed, undressing and putting on a nightie and going through her whole routine as she did every night, though she did it earlier, telling Daddy she was tired. When she heard him enter his own room, she waited for a while, then got up and dressed, putting on a pair of blue jeans and an old blue blouse, then shrugging into her heavy winter coat, not the nice one but the old wool one. She was afraid to go into the hall to check Daddy and be sure he was asleep. So she opened the window of her room and climbed down the trellis, feeling foolish about it, and more than a little bit scared. But she didn't want to use the stairs, because they squeaked. Besides, there was always the possibility that he might get up and go downstairs for some reason, and Karen didn't want him to see the chain and bolt open on the front door, or the kitchen door, either.
She made it to the ground without being spotted by a cop or a nosy neighbor, and took off at a fast walk. It was ten-thirty-five and she knew she was going to be a little bit late. She didn't think Ron would take off so soon, but it worried her. If he should show up at the house, and she wasn't even there!
But he was sitting in front of the school in his '62 Chevy. Karen felt a flood of relief, and with it something else that she couldn't identify, though it seemed a kind of happiness. She ran to the car and got inside. He grinned at her and started the engine. "We're breaking curfew, you know," he said. "We'll have to get somewhere that isn't patrolled much."
"All right." She sat back in the seat while he drove, feeling safer than she had expected. His presence seemed to have a comforting effect on her, something like Daddy's. Ron drove outside of town and turned off the road on an old trail. Karen didn't feel the least bit afraid, though she was nervous because she knew that Daddy might wake and miss her at any time. Still, she was here, and might as well enjoy it. Ron stopped the car. They were among tall trees and tangles of plants. No one would be likely to find them here.
"When I was a kid, my dad used to bring me here to hunt rabbits," he said. "And sometimes to fish."
"It seems nice." There was no leaf in sight, but the trees and the plants still seemed beautiful in the bright moonlight.
"Did you have any trouble getting out?" he asked.
"No. But I don't feel too good about it. I mean I'm glad to be here with you, Ron. But I've never fooled Daddy before.
"I know. I don't feel too great about that part of it either, honey. But it's the only way we can go." Suddenly he reached across the width of the seat and grasped her hand. Once again Karen felt the comfort in his strength. "Karen, I want you to know that I've never said to any other girl what I'm about to say to you. Do you believe that?"
"Of course." Her voice was small in the dimness of the car. The earnestness of his words and the sincerity in his voice scared her. She had a feeling that he was going to say something that would make everything even more difficult, and more complicated. But she couldn't wait to hear what it was, because she also felt that it would be something wonderful.
"I love you, Karen."
He said it so simply, and so strongly, that she knew he meant it. It wasn't just a kid thing, like the boys and girls who fell in love with someone every few weeks. This boy, this young man, loved her. Karen almost gasped with the power of the emotions this realization raised in her. She stared at him, dumb with emotion. "Aren't you going to say anything?" he asked. "I mean are you glad I love you? Or unhappy about it? Or what?"
"Ron...." She couldn't seem to find words, or breath to utter them. "I don't know, I ... Oh, Ron, my God, it isn't that simple. I'm glad and I'm not glad."
"Now that doesn't make sense," he said, his voice growing a bit testy.
"I know, I know. I just meant that it's all so mixed up. I'm happy that you love me, but it's complicated. It's so darned complicated."
"Why? Because of your father? You'll be eighteen in less than a year, and out of high school.
You know my parents are going to put me through college. If you want to marry me and go away with me then, there isn't anything anyone can do about it."
"But would your parents be willing to put you through college if you decided to get married, without even discussing it? And to a girl whose father is dead set against it?"
"I think so, honey. And if they weren't, then we'd just have to make it the best way we could. I know I could get a football scholarship. I've just been offered three of them. It's only a matter of taking my choice. And I'm planning to go pro afterward. Some of the pro teams have heard about me, and I know I can make it. I just know it, baby. Trust me. We'd make out all right."
"No, It wouldn't work, Ron. I mean it. I came here tonight to tell you to forget me. You've got to find some other girl."
"But why?"
"Honey, please don't ask me any questions. I can't tell you why. It's just impossible, that's all. I can't make any plans with you, and I can't see you any more."
"Then you don't love me." He said it flatly, as though it simply followed from her words.
"I ... I don't know. I think I do, but-There are other things to consider. It isn't just a question of whether you love me and I love you. Other people will be affected by anything we do, and we can't just-"
"So we're back to your father again."
"Honey, don't be like that, please. You don't understand. I have to think of him. He loves me so much-"
"So what does that mean? Are you going to stay with him for the rest of his life, however long that may be, just because he loves you? Well, I love you, too, and in a way he doesn't."
Karen almost blurted out that Ron was wrong, that Daddy loved her in every way he did, or wanted to. But she caught herself just in time. She couldn't tell Ron about Daddy and her. He would never understand. And that, of course, told her that she and Ron could never hope for the kind of future he wanted. Ron just didn't know her. And he never would, God willing. She couldn't have stood to have him know, and hold her in contempt. She felt her eyes fill to running over, and she knew then that she had hoped, against all hope, that some miracle would happen and she would be able to return this young man's love. She would have been so happy then. But such things were not for her. Daddy was for her, and she didn't mind that, or never had until now. And still, she knew that she was torn in her feelings, because she loved Daddy so much, and had loved him for so long, that she wasn't certain anyone could ever have competed with him anyway.
"I'm sorry, Ron," she said with new resolve in her voice. "But there just isn't any chance for us. None at all."
"Okay," he said. "I understand. You don't love me. All this bullshit about not knowing was just to string me along. You must have been having a lot of fun, Karen."
"Oh, no!" She placed her hand on his arm, but he shook it off. She replaced it. "Ron, you mustn't think that. Please, you mustn't hate me!"
"I'm trying not to, Karen. Goddamn it, don't touch me!" He shook off her hand again.
"I will touch you!" Karen felt a flash of rage, not at Ron, but at whatever gods had ruled her life and made a relationship with him impossible. And with the rage came a fear, a fear that he would really think she didn't love him. Because she knew now that she did.
She loved him, and she would prove it. She knew how to prove her love for a man. She had known that since her seventh year. It was a way that always worked. It would work on him as it had worked on Daddy, and it would prove to him for all time that he had won her love, and then he would have to believe her when she told him that there were other reasons why she couldn't be his wife, or even his girl.
She turned to face him on the car seat, and bent over quickly, reaching for his fly. He didn't move at all, at first obviously puzzled, not knowing what she intended to do, and then too surprised to react except passively. Her hands braced the front of his pants and pulled down the zipper skillfully. She dipped one tiny, slender hand inside his shorts and found the shaft of flesh there already beginning to stiffen. She pulled it out and it stiffened more, stiffened with surprising speed in her fingers. She kissed it lightly, touching the tip with her tongue, then let her tongue protrude from between her-lips, and began to move it all over the head of his cock. Ron gripped the steering wheel hard, whitening his knuckles, and she felt his entire body go stiff and hard with surprise and sudden pleasure. His cock strained and throbbed with life as her tongue continued to roll over it.
"Uh! Uh! Jesus!" The grunts and the swearing coming out of Ron told Karen that she was getting the job done, that she was pleasing him, and she felt a flood of delight as strong as an orgasm.
Love for him ran through her like some hot river of emotion, tingling her breasts and her loins, and she wanted him, wanted him in her snatch, at the same time that she wanted to continue doing this thing for him, this act of love that would show him she really loved him.
Her tongue moved lightly and delicately over the head of his cock. She had half-expected him to make some effort to stop her in that first instant, when the shock had been upon him, and his body had stiffened so hard. But he let her go on, and she knew that she had captured him with pleasure and delight and she felt a surge of triumph along with the near-climax of joy at pleasing him.
She pursed her lips, drawing them over the edge of her teeth, and, exerting just the right amount of pressure, as she had learned over the years, she began to rock back and forth, moving the top part of her body all at once, applying friction to the exquisite nerve endings in the head of his prick, giving him pleasures too great to be held in. They came out in grunts and monosyllables.
"Mmm! Uh! God! Oh, God, God!" She knew he had never had this service before by the way he reacted, and she felt another flood of delight, because she was the very first to give him this pleasure, this wonderful, surprising gift of pleasure.
His cock started to tremble and shake in her mouth, and she tasted that same foretaste she had found in Daddy's cock when he was about to come. She almost let him go off in her mouth, but then she changed her mind. She backed off, letting the pleasure simmer lower in him, saving him for other things. She smiled up at him and he looked back into her eyes with an expression of bewilderment and frustration.
Karen unbuttoned her jeans and shoved them down. She hadn't put anything on under them because of her hurry to get out of the house, and at the sight of her blonde-thatched pussy Ron's eyes widened with excitement. She almost felt like laughing, partly because his sudden excitement was comical-looking, and partly because of the joy it brought to her. She struggled with the jeans, finally getting them off her feet; then she lay back across the seat of the car, inviting him with the position of her body and the expression in her eyes.
He looked lost for a moment, but then he came forward, working his feet around. He shoved his pants and shorts down, and his cock was as stiff and as competent as ever. Karen let one of her silken thighs crawl up the back of the seat, and thrust the other leg down toward the brake of the car. She had never screwed in a car before, and it was awkward, but she felt the excitement of it and she knew she'd get it done. He crawled up between her legs, and she felt the scratch of his body hair against her inner thighs. His weight came down on her, and before he could fumble for his prick, she took it in her hands and fed it between the lips of her pussy, putting it in for him. She felt the reaction as her hands touched the shaft, and once again as he entered her. He lay atop her, the position awkward in the confines of the car's front seat; then, gradually, he began to fuck her. His cock moved in her slowly, striking a friction of pleasure, and starting the juices of her cunt to flow more richly. The leg that had moved up the back of the seat now crawled over his hip, coming to rest there, pinning him to her and embracing his body as her arms embraced his neck.
His cock continued to move inside her, and he grunted and mumbled his pleasure as her hips matched his in rhythm, timing to his movements expertly.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted, and she heard her own voice returning his cries. The pleasure in her own body was mounting swiftly, and she felt herself surrendering to it.
Her blouse had begun to work up her body as their movements continued. She pushed his chest away from her for a moment, interrupting their screwing, and pulled the garment up under her arms, getting it out of the way and baring her boobs for him. He looked at them for a moment before his body came back down onto hers. Then she could feel his chest, hard and bristly against her tits, mashing them against her rib cage, and the feeling was delightful, and exciting. And she knew that he found it exciting, too. Her nipples were as hard as thimbles and as large, distended by pleasure and need. The pleasure was winging through her now, as sharp as a pain, and she couldn't hold it in.
"Oh! Oh, darling! Oh, God, darling," she cried into his ear. His body, hard and young and powerful, continued to pump that marvelous prick in her, and her pussy flooded with fresh supplies of lubricating juices until they ran between her legs and onto the vinyl car seat. Her left leg, curled about him, clasped him more tightly, holding him to her with awkward strength as he pumped into her and brought himself to his climax. Her own climaxes had been coming now for some minutes, growing in force with each shuddering convulsion. Now the big one hit, hit with his, and shook them both, dragging cries of delight and pleasurable agony from both their throats. It was huge, awesome, as it was with Daddy the best times. Her nails dug into his shoulders and raked tracks of blood, and she felt his arms, which were embracing her, tighten like steel bands, clasping her to him until she could barely breathe. But most of all, she felt the orgasm, so powerful, so mighty that it almost burned out her brain. She bit his shoulder where it joined his neck, bit it hard, tasting the salt of his skin and perhaps just a little blood, though he didn't seem even to feel it. His prick was pounding her like a fleshy sword, cutting out everything but pleasure and emotion, love and joy.
His cum flooded through her like a cataract, and she felt it carry her up another notch, when she had thought that she could go no higher. It was a greater joy than she had thought possible the first time with a boy as clumsy and as inexperienced as Ron obviously was. He had none of Daddy's expertise, but there was something else there, something that she also felt with Daddy, and that something seemed to be more important than the expertise, great as that was. The lights went off in her head and the heat in her loins boiled up through the trunk of her body and down into her thighs and calves and even her toes, curling them with joy. She cried against the flesh of his shoulder, still in her mouth, and the force of the cry, even muffled that way, was enough to fill the interior of the car and rebound to her own ears like a scream....
Then it was over. He lay atop her for a while, both of their bodies slicked in sweat. It was awkward disengaging from each other, but they managed it. Karen pulled on her jeans and readjusted her blouse while Ron pulled on his shorts and pants. His shirt, which had been unbuttoned, hung loose in front of him, and she reached out and touched his powerful chest with her fingers, yielding to an impulse. He smiled at her tenderly, and she felt a flood of happiness, because she had proved her love for him. She could see that in his face. He reached out and took her into the curve of his arm, pulling her against him. She could feel the heat of his body, and its hardness, and she snuggled into the hollow of his side and sighed. He kissed the tip of her head, and her thighs tingled with happiness. She had never felt this way before with anyone except Daddy, and she knew that she would feel guilty about it later. But right now it was just beautiful.
They sat without talking for a while, because words could only damage this moment. Finally, he said, "I guess I'd better take you home, baby. It's getting late." She sighed wistfully, but he was right. She moved away from him long enough to let him start the car and back it around and put it into forward motion. Then, when he was on the highway and in high gear, she moved against him once more, resting one hand lightly on his thigh as he drove.
The closer they came to town, the closer they came to reality, and she began to feel the nervousness and the letdown as she became aware of the closeness of home and the fact that this had to end, and end for good. She moved slightly away from him, driven there by the wedge of actuality. His arm dropped from her shoulders and he looked across the car at her questioningly.
"Just drop me off a block or so from home," she said. "I don't want to wake Daddy."
"Okay, he said. And then, "Is something wrong, honey?" Karen took a deep breath.
"You know this is the last time I can see you," she said. "You understand that, don't you?"
"No, I don't." There was a strength in his voice, and it frightened her, because it was the kind of strength that would have to test itself out against Daddy's strength, and she knew that Ron could never win. He could only mess things up, and maybe find out about her and Daddy, and that was something she would never be able to stand. "I don't understand," he said. "I love you, and I think you proved tonight that you love me, too."
"Yes, that's true...."
"Well, then, I don't see what else counts. And I'm going to go have a talk with your father."
"No! If you do that I'll never speak to you again, Ron. I mean that."
"Jesus!" He sounded so frustrated, and so puzzled, that Karen was filled with pity for him. Then his jaw set. "I'll do it, Karen. I'll go talk to him and have it out with him once and for all. I'll tell him everything."
"God, you wouldn't! You wouldn't do that!"
"I sure as hell would. Unless you agree to keep seeing me."
"Ron, that's blackmail! If you loved me-"
"I love you all right. And I know we belong together. And I'm going to keep on seeing you until I can convince you that I'm right."
"Ron, please-"
"That's it, Karen." He pulled the car to the curb. They were a block from Karen's home. "I'll go in right now, as long as I'm this close."
Karen's eyes were flooded with tears, and yet at the same moment that she felt fear and frustration, there was a powerful flood of relief in her, relief because she knew that Ron had taken over, had taken the decision from her, and she would have to go along. She would see him again! The thought went through her like a charge of electricity. She had to fight to keep the joy from her voice. And she had to make one last try to stop it. She didn't want to, but she had to.
"Ron, didn't you wonder about what happened tonight?"
"Wonder about it?"
"About what I did for you. Didn't it occur to you that I was awfully competent at it?"
"No. I just thought-" But she could see that he was lying. He had noticed it all right, and had shoved the thought back in his mind.
"Of course you did. And you were right. I've had a lot of experience, Ron. For a girl my age I'm pretty far along in such things. You might say I'm an expert."
"Is that why your father tries to keep you at home all the time?" he asked, and sudden fright shot a denial to her lips before she stifled it. "Because you had some experience and he's afraid you might go bad? Is that it?" he asked. Karen felt a painful sensation of relief. He hadn't suspected. He still didn't know. She nodded, letting him think what he preferred. It took him a moment before he was able to speak again; then his words were such a total surprise to her it made her gasp. "I don't care," he said. "What you were doesn't mean a damn to me, Karen. It's what you are right now."
"But I-"
"And I know what you are. You're the best girl I've ever known. And no matter what's gone on before, or what you tell me about yourself, I'm going to stick with you and with my own impression of you. I know you. And youTI never convince me I don't."
"All right," Karen said. "All right, Ron. I'll ... I'll see you...." Then she collapsed against him, seeking and finding the comfort of his arms, surrendering to whatever fate would spin for them. He loved her too much, and she knew she would continue to see him just as long as possible, no matter what it might do to either of them....
CHAPTER SEVEN
Karen was getting pretty good at shinnying up the trellis to her bedroom window. The first few times it had been scary, and she had feared being seen. But the angle was such that it would be un-likely that she would have been seen from the street, and everyone was asleep in the house next door. As to the danger of falling, she was past that, too.
It was her twelfth time, and she made the climb like a monkey, shooting up the familiar handholds and grabbing at the window. She hauled herself up even with it and pushed it open, then threw her leg over the sill and stepped into the dark room. It was her habit to leave the room dark while she undressed and got into bed, so that Daddy wouldn't see a light under the door if he should happen to walk down the hall. She took off her sweater, tossed it into the closet, and started to unbutton the old shirt of Daddy's she had put on under it.
"Hi, Princess."
The voice, coming out of the almost total darkness, nearly sent her up the wall. Karen spun about blindly, like an animal in a trap, staring into the darkness. A scream feebled away as she choked most of it off. Then the light went on, blinding her for an instant. Daddy stood next to the door. He was dressed in his robe and slippers. His stubbled face was clothed in a look of sadness and disappointment so deep and so tangible that it seemed to fill the room. "Daddy, I-"
"Who is it, Princess?" His voice was as soft and sad as his expression. "Who is-?"
"Let's skip that part, Karen," he said, a faint tinge of impatience entering his voice. "You know it's too late for denials. Now, just tell me who he is, please."
"I-" She knew his expression, saw a hardness there that she had never found before, and knew that it was worse than useless to argue with him, or deny anything. She had known all along that he would find her out eventually and this moment would come. But she hadn't had the faintest inkling that it would be as bad as this. She had never felt anything like the fears and emotions that were running through her at this moment. "He's just a boy from school, Daddy," she said. "You don't know him."
"Ron Baker? The boy who had the lead in the play?"
It was impossible to keep anything from him. Karen felt the futility of it all, and a helpless feeling of the unfairness of it. She could never read him, but he always seemed able to see through her. She nodded.
"How long has this been going on?"
"Three weeks, Daddy. I'm sorry."
"You've been balling this kid, haven't you?"
"I-Yes, Daddy."
"Oh, Princess. What am I going to do with you? I trusted you. And you were foolish enough to think you could kid me about something like this?
Honey, haven't you learned yet that I'm smarter than you are? And more experienced? That I know what you're thinking before you know it yourself? You could no more do something like this and get away with it than you could-"
"Daddy, please, it isn't what you think. Ron loves me. He wants to marry me."
"Didn't you tell him that I'd never allow such a thing?"
"Yes." She lowered her gaze. "But Ron says I'll be eighteen in three months and then-"
"And then you can do it even without my permission. Is that it?"
"Yes. That's what Ron said."
"Do you really think that a number on a calendar is going to make any difference between us?"
"Well, I-"
"Speak up, honey. I want an answer."
She forced herself to raise her eyes and look at him. "When I'm eighteen, legally-"
"Legally! Balls!" He walked to the bed and stood looking down at it for a moment. It was rumpled, from Karen's having occupied it for a few minutes before he had retired earlier.
Karen was sure that she knew what he was thinking. All the times he had fucked her on that bed, and all the times she had blown him. Finally, he turned around and faced her. "Take your clothes off, Princess," he said softly.
Karen hesitated, feeling an embarrassment she had never known with him before. It had been more than a week since she had gone to bed with him, and then there had been an awkwardness in her that she was certain had tipped him off about her nightly assignations with Ron. But there was no sense in trying to refuse him. She had never been able to do that in her life. And there was something different in his quiet manner now, something that scared her. She didn't want to cross him. He probably meant to fuck her, just to show that he was still in control. And of course she had never really believed, down deep, that she would be able to leave him, even when she had fantasized about it. She had only believed that she believed it.
She took off the shirt. There was nothing under it, and her breasts stood out from her slender body firmly and youthfully. Then she unbuttoned her woolen pants down the side and shoved them down. She shivered a bit in the cold from the window, and while she was shoving off her shoes and stepping out of the pants, Daddy went over and closed and locked it. When he turned to face her again she was pulling off her heavy woolen socks; then she was stark-naked. Daddy stood looking at her for a moment, as though he had never seen her body before. Then he reached into the pocket of his robe and took out something that was all coiled up. It took a moment for Karen to recognize it as one of his belts. He let one end of it drop to the floor, then wrapped it around his hand until there was only a small length left hanging loose, with the buckle at the end.
"Lie down on the bed, Princess," he ordered in a kindly voice. "Face down."
"D-daddy," Karen said in a quavering voice, "what are you going to do?"
"Something I apparently should have done years ago, honey. Only it never seemed necessary before. I thought you knew where you belonged, and whom you belonged to. I took it for granted that you knew what your life was going to be, and that you had accepted it, and even liked it. But now I can see that you have to be taught a lesson. Now lie down, honey, and let's get this over with. Believe me, I'm not looking forward to it any more than you are."
"Daddy, please! Daddy, this isn't necessary. I won't ever-"
"Princess, the longer you put it off, the worse it's going to be. Now, you know you're not going to alter anything once I've made up my mind. So why don't you just lie down on the bed and let me do what I have to do?"
I donyt believe this is happening, Karen thought. And the most amazing part of it was that she found herself walking to the bed, as docile as a sheep. She lay down on her belly. She felt the sheet cold against her bare skin, and she shivered again. Daddy took his place beside the bed. It seemed to take forever while he made himself ready to do it, and she wished he'd get it over and done with. But it seemed he was having trouble working up the will to begin.
"I'm sorry, honey," he said finally; then there was a short sibilant sound as the belt cut through the air. It was followed by a vicious smacking noise as the leather and the buckle struck Karen across the cheeks of the ass. For one tense but blessed fraction of a second there was no pain, no sensation at all other than a dull sense of impact. Then the biting, stinging pain made itself felt. It was like nothing Karen had ever known before. It burned and stung and smarted and ached all over at once, and insanely she thought, as though detached from the experience, Of course, this is why they hit people to make them do what they want them to do. No one could stand this kind of thing for long.
Then she was beyond all objectivity, and almost beyond all thought, as the belt rose and whistled and smacked again. She let out a scream of pain and surprise, as though she hadn't known he would hit her again. Then a third hit, and she screamed as though she were dammed.
Swish ... Smack!
"Oh, God, oh, Jesus, Daddy, please!" she cried, and there was another smack, then another; then she lost count. Once, she turned her head and saw Daddy standing over her, his face bathed in sweat, his hand shaking badly as he raised the belt for another swing. She buried her face in the pillow then, because she had suddenly realized that the neighbors might hear her screams, and she knew she couldn't bear to have them find out that Daddy was beating her this way. Again and again the belt rose and fell, rose and fell, with monotonously rhythmic timing, until the pain was so horrible, she thought she would pass out. And finally she did feel things swimming all around her, and the room spun, and the bed on which she was lying, and she knew that just a few more of those lashings and she would be unconscious for a while at least.
And then he stopped.
She heard his breath heaving in and out of him with audible effort. The pain didn't seem to abate at all. If anything, with the ceasing of the belt's lashings it got worse, the stinging and the biting and the ache that went so deeply into her flesh. She was crying. That came to her as a dull and listless surprise, because she hadn't been aware of anything but the pain and the humiliation. Her tiny body shook with huge, hard sobs, and she felt the bed shaking with it. Then the bed swayed as Daddy sat on the edge. His fingers stroked her hair gently.
"I'm sorry, Princess," he said softly. "It couldn't be helped. I hope you understand that, if not now then later when you can think more clearly."
The room's quiet was shattered by the ring of the telephone next to Karen's bed. Daddy looked at it for a moment and then at Karen, who had started painfully at the sound. It rang again.
"Answer it," he said in the confident tone of one who knows not only that his command will be obeyed but that the person commanded would do everything he wished. Karen looked up at him in disbelief for a moment, then pulled her legs up to clear his body and slid to the edge of the bed. Every movement was torture, and sliding across the bed with part of her weight on her ass was unbelievable, but she reached for the phone with a shaking hand and put the earpiece under her long blonde hair. It took her a moment before she could be reasonably sure of her voice, but when she did speak, the steadiness and the casual tone surprised her.
"Hello?"
"Karen? This is Roger Sanborne, next door," a mature voice said. He sounded concerned. "I thought I heard a scream, or maybe more than a scream, and it sounded like it came from your direction."
"Yes, that was I, Roger," Karen said with a brief chuckle. "I thought I saw a mouse, and came unglued. I'm really embarrassed about it, and all the more if I gave you a start. It wasn't even a real mouse, just some funny shadow and an old sock I left under my bed a couple of days ago."
"Oh." His voice was heavy with relief. "Well, I'm glad that's all it was. I heard the scream, see, and I didn't know whether your father was even at home."
"Oh, yes, Daddy's here. I'm sorry I gave you a turn. You're a darling to be concerned."
"Well, of course I'm concerned. I've known you all your life, young lady. Okay, I'll let you go. Sorry I bothered you."
"Call any time you think I'm in trouble," Karen said with another chuckle. "Next time you may be right." As she hung up she noticed her hand shaking again, and she was amazed at the iron control and the brilliant acting she had shown through the whole thing.
"Sanborne?" Daddy asked.
"Y-yes," Karen said, her voice going out on her now that the phone call was over. "H-he heard ... me ... scream." It was almost comical the way her voice was breaking on every other syllable, but somehow she didn't feel like laughing.
"You handled it beautifully," Daddy said.
"Thank you."
"Have we accomplished anything here tonight, Princess?" Daddy asked, placing his arm about her shoulders and drawing her close.
"I ... I don't-"
"Have you learned anything? Do you know now that this thing with Ron Baker is impossible?"
"Yes, Daddy, I realize that now."
"Well, that's something anyway." He gave her a comforting squeeze. "You know, Princess, I've always been able to make you do anything I wanted, and I still can. And turning eighteen, or twenty-five, or fifty isn't going to make any difference. Do you understand that, too, now?"
"Yes, Daddy." The tears, which had dried, started to flow once more. Daddy kissed her on the lips lightly.
"Good. Then we've accomplished a lot. Now I'll have to decide just what it is you're going to do, won't I?"
"I-" His words were as gentle as before, but she thought she caught a subtle something in them that told her a bombshell was about to be dropped.
"The first thing, of course, is for you to break off with Ron Baker. And I don't want you to be gentle about it. You'll have to convince him that you mean it, that it's all over, and you're through with him. If that means hurting his feelings more than seems necessary to you, then you'll just have to do it."
"It won't be easy, Daddy. He's a very strong person. Much stronger, probably, than you realize."
"Oh?" She could see something click inside Daddy's brain, and it scared her, but the mask was on his face, and she couldn't even guess what he was thinking. "Well, you'll have to do it."
"I'll try, Daddy," she said earnestly. "Honestly, I will."
"That isn't good enough, Princess. You'll have to succeed. Because if you don't, then I'll have to take other steps, and you will just have to take part in them."
"What do you mean? Daddy, what do you mean?"
"How would you like to testify against this boy in a statutory rape case?"
"Oh, God! Oh, Daddy, you wouldn't do that!" Suddenly she threw her arms around his neck and clung to him tightly. "Please, Daddy! Please, you wouldn't!"
"Why not? He's guilty, under state law. You're under eighteen, and that makes it rape, no matter how cooperative you were. Why shouldn't I have him arrested?"
"Because it would destroy his whole life! He's only eighteen himself, and this would destroy-"
"Honey, I don't want to do any of it. But I told you, if you can't convince him that it's hopeless between you and him, then I'm going to have to do what's necessary to-eliminate him."
"Eliminate him! Daddy, you talk like he's some virus in a patient's bloodstream!"
"That's exactly the way I think of him, honey. And if you won't get rid of him, I warn you, I will. Whatever means are necessary."
And of course she believed him implicitly. She knew without doubt that he meant what he said. Anything that had to be done to remove Ron would be done. Karen let her arms slip from Daddy's neck and sat looking at him for a moment.
"All right, Daddy," she said softly. "I'll get rid of him. No matter what it takes. I promise."
"Good." He placed his hand gently on the back of her neck. "And I hope that you realize that I'm doing all this because I love you."
"Yes, Daddy," she said automatically. "I love you, too."
"That's good, dear. Why don't you prove it?" He was looking at her steadily, and at his last words she looked up with a start. His gaze seemed to go straight through her.
"Now?" she asked unbelievingly. "Right now? After...." She let it trail off. Daddy wasn't smiling, and his voice was as steady and as cold as that of an officer addressing a recalcitrant soldier.
"Now," he said.
She had gone past even the idea of arguing with him. If he told her to do it, it was as good as done. All that remained was the actual act, and there was literally no chance that it wouldn't take place. His hand, pressing lightly against the back of her neck, was no more than a gentle reminder. He needn't have touched her at all. The years of obedience had conditioned her, and she saw now the utter ridiculousness of her ever having thought that she could get away with anything. She bent forward, bringing her face close to his lap. The robe was still closed over it, but she could see a big lump in the middle of the cloth. She pushed the robe aside quickly, revealing the stiffened prick, and went about her business quickly and efficiently, for once intent only on getting it over with so that he would leave her room and she could get into her bed and cry and be alone....
She moved her tongue over the hard cock, exerting greater pressure than was her usual wont. She had the thought of hurrying things along, of making him come right away so that he'd go and leave her alone.
"You're coming on a little strong, aren't you, Princess?" That was all he said, but she knew that he had guessed her plan, and that she wasn't going to be allowed to get away with it.
She slacked off, exerting less pressure on the head of his prick, and he seemed to relax a bit. He lay back on the bed while she continued to do her job. After a while she got into the swing of it and began to work with all the expertise she had learned since she was seven years old. She licked and tasted and kissed the tip of his cock, then shoved back the foreskin to widen the area of attack, running her tongue over the full length of the prick but skipping the corona as always at this point. If Daddy wanted her to stretch this thing on, she decided, then it would have to be so.
She stopped licking for a while and kissed his balls and his crotch, then licked them, bringing little tremblings over his body. Her tongue did its magic work as always, and soon Daddy's whole body was trembling with little shots of pleasure; then she heard his grunts, soft at first, but growing in intensity. His cock, which had been hard when she had uncovered it, was now as stiff as a steel pin, standing straight up from his belly and pointing at her face like a homing device. Karen loved it with her mouth and face, rubbing her skin over it, and her lips.
Finally she pursed her lips, drawing them in over her teeth, and began to rock back and forth. The pain in her ass was still fairly sharp, but it had subsided enough so that she was able practically to ignore it as she moved back and forth, back and forth, flexing her cheeks with each movement. Each movement also moved her tautened lips over the head and the shaft of Daddy's cock. And the results, as expected, were becoming quite noticeable. He shook with response now, his whole body trembling as her lips did their slow massaging, pushing and pulling, traveling over the length of his heavy prick, so that she could feel the tip of the tool nudging the roof of her mouth, near her throat, almost causing her to gag each time. But she had control of herself well enough to fight that, and she continued the work slowly, slowly, then a little faster. The cock was beginning to come alive in her mouth now, to move and flop on its own, and she knew that she was getting close to the end, that soon he would come, and she would be able to be alone with her pain and her shame.
"That's enough, honey," he said, and sat up slowly, giving her time to move out of the way. She brushed her thick blonde hair back and looked at him, puzzled. He took her in his arms and kissed her, a long, deep kiss, and pressed her back. She had to work her folded legs out from under her. She was so dazed by the night's events that it took her seconds to understand what it was he intended. And she had no desire for it. The last thing she wanted to do right now was fuck. But of course Daddy wanted it, and so she would do it. She only hoped that it would be over soon, and he would leave her to her misery.
He pressed her onto her back. The cool sheet made her sore ass hurt all the more for one brief moment, but then it felt soothing. Daddy's weight made it hurt again, but she didn't let him know that. She made no sounds. Daddy stroked her breasts for a while, and she felt the nipples harden and extend. Despite herself, despite the pain and the soreness and the humiliation, despite the reluctance she had felt, he was awakening her, arousing the desire that always seemed just below the surface of her mind when Daddy was around. No man could ever awaken her as quickly or as easily, she was certain, as he could. Not even Ron had been able to do that. She felt her body warm to his stroking, felt her loins tumble and heard the quick liquid sounds of her arousal, and her body arched up against his as he kissed her again, her pussy grinding against his cock. Then he reached down and took her hand in his, as he kissed her again, her pussy grinding against his cock. Then he reached down and took her hand in his, guiding it to his cock. She centered it for him, inserting it between the lips of her pussy, which was already sopping with the juices of her desire. Then he was in her, and he began to fuck her right away, moving his hips slowly, in long, delicious strokes. She could feel the glaze covering her eyes, feel the loss of focus as the pleasure crept over her like a warm stream. She basked in it, welcomed it, delighted in the respite it brought to her.
"Mmmmm ... Mmmmm ... Uhhhhh," she sighed softly, her arms creeping around Daddy's neck and holding him to her, holding him tightly, until she could feel the stubble of his cheek grinding against her own face. His breath, warm and moist, tickled her ear, making her even more excited, more receptive. Then the pain in her ass and the humiliation she had felt at being caught and whipped all fled, leaving her nothing but pleasure, just this deep, lovely, soft and tender joy flowing through her warmly as the juices of her pussy seeped down between her legs ... Karen found her hips working in time to his thrusts, keeping the cadence of joy that he had set, and she felt lost in him again, as always, lost in the pleasure and the love and all the emotions that had been her life for so many years now, for such a large part of her short existence. In that moment her feeling for Ron faded and died, burned into nonexistence by the greater heat of her feelings for Daddy, the only man in her life, the only man she ever wanted in her life....
The pleasure was coming in spurts now, shooting through her quickly, little climaxes that sent her body into a spasm of joy, flinging her taut and narrow belly up against his with a slapping sound of sweaty skin meeting, a sound of love and joy that turned her on all the more. Her legs bent, her knees rising to cradle him lovingly, and she embraced him with her thighs as she did with her arms, holding him softly and adoringly, as his cock continued to move within her, in and out, in and out, with a marvelous, steady rhythm. Then she was no longer sighing her joy to him, but crying out as the sharpness of the climaxes grew.
"Uh!" His voice came in a harsher grunt, and she knew that he was nearing his own completion, that soon he would come in her, attuned to each other as they had become, her own orgasm would come with his.
And come it did, as his cum filled her in a river of hot, flooding juice, and her head seemed ready to blow off with the joy that shot up through her, up from her loins through her breasts and into the top of her skull, so that even her scalp tingled and puckered with it. She was a mass of sweaty flesh and damp hair, and her pussy was soaked with sweat and cunt juice. Daddy's body tightened and strained as he spilled his cum in her hot cunt, and his voice was impossibly, delightfully loud in her ear. Her nails dug into him, and she didn't even know when that had happened. She was beyond knowing, or caring about anything now. Daddy's wonderful, stiff and huge cock thrust into her pussy a few more times, and she met it with thrusts of'her own, powerful thrusts of her hips that wrung out the last considerable scraps of pleasure.
When it was over he lay atop her for a while longer, obviously enjoying the feel of her body beneath his, as she enjoyed the feeling of his weight, and the bristliness of his skin against her breasts and her belly, and her thighs. Finally, he heaved himself up off of her, making the narrow bed sway with his movement. He sat on the edge and held her hand for a while, and smiled at her, and she smiled back up at him, feeling the return of happiness and contentment, the acceptance that he had sought to teach her through pain and pleasure. He really was such a wise and wonderful man, her daddy. She had been lucky enough to be born to him, and she hadn't appreciated her own good fortune.
He rose, still holding her hand, pulling her to a sitting position. She could see that he wanted her to stand, and she did so. He took her down to his examining room and had her crawl up on one of the tables; then he treated the welts on her ass. He examined them, and told her they were only superficial welts and cuts, and that they would go away, and her skin wouldn't be marred at all. Then he had her sit up again, and he put his hands under her arms and lifted her down from the table. She went back into the living part of the house again, and upstairs, and started to walk to her room. But Daddy stopped her, touching her shoulder lightly. She turned toward him, her gaze inquiring.
"A little surprise, honey. I've decided that from now on you'll sleep with me every night."
She felt an instant's gladness, until she realized what it meant.
"You don't trust me," she said softly, her gaze sliding to the hall carpet. "I don't blame you for not trusting me."
"It's only partly that, Princess," Daddy said, raising her chin so that their eyes met once more. "You see, I've always planned this to happen eventually. When I thought you were ready for it. I just think this is a good time."
"It's like being married, isn't it?" she asked, smiling shyly.
"Yes, it's just like being married."
"Only-Only no one can ever know about it except us, can they?"
"No, honey. No one can ever know. Except us. Isn't that enough?"
She smiled again, and this time less shyly than before.
"Yes, Daddy."
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was like walking to a firing squad and being handed a shovel, Karen thought. But it had to be done. The previous night's episode with Daddy had taught her a lot of things, including the fact that however much she loved Ron, she loved Daddy more than anyone else in the world. It had also taught her that Daddy was right when he said that he could make her do anything he wished. There was simply no way she could resist an order from him. And, she had discovered with some relief, she really didn't want to.
But this order was going to be a tough one. Telling Ron that they were through was one thing. That would be tough enough, but she was sure she could go through with it. Making him believe and accept it was something else. That was a job she didn't relish, because she wasn't even certain she could accomplish it, no matter how hard she tried, and no matter how unpleasant the length to which she drove herself. But accomplish it she must. She had promised Daddy, and furthermore, she knew that Daddy would keep his promise about sending Ron to prison, or doing worse than that if necessary. Daddy had never broken a promise to her in her entire life, whether he had promised her a reward or a punishment, and she knew that he would do whatever he had to do to keep this one as well. So Ron would be told. He had to be convinced. It was the only way.
And of course when she was honest with herself, Karen had to admit that she was glad the decision had been taken from her and everything settled once and for all. But the hardest part was still in front of her.
The school Christmas decorations looked old and limp now, hanging in front of the administration building. The janitor had forgotten to take them down. And now, after school on the first day back, the phony holly and the jolly Saint Nick were still up there.
There was snow on the ground, and it -rimmed the roof of the building, and the wind whipped under her short skirt, licking her legs with its raw, rough tongue.
Ron came out of the administration building, where he spent the last period every day, working for the assistant principal. He was wearing a heavy plaid jacket and wool pants and he looked very handsome, Karen thought with a sad, sinking feeling. But he had to be told. For his own good as well as hers and Daddy's.
When he saw her he smiled and walked over to her. "Hi, toots," he said, grinning. "Can I give you a lift?"
"Yes, you can, Ron," she said, which got an expression of surprise from him. She never allowed him to drive her anywhere during the day, when they might be seen. But today, of course, was different. Daddy had given her the afternoon off when she asked him to let her tell Ron in person how things were going to be, instead of talking to him by phone. Of course, Daddy hadn't liked the idea, until she had convinced him that a phone conversation simply wouldn't have convinced Ron.
"Well, hop in, sweets," Ron said, and led her to his Chevy. He held the door for her, then went around and slid under the wheel. "Where to?"
"Our place out in the woods," she said. He looked surprised again, but he didn't hesitate. No doubt he had some hopes that they would make love out there. That, of course, was out. Even though she hadn't promised Daddy in so many words that she wouldn't put out for Ron today, the promise, and the demand of it, had certainly hung between them, unspoken, in the air.
Ron seemed to sense something in her mood, and they were both silent on the way out to the woods. When he pulled the car to a halt and applied the brakes, Karen felt the tension that had been building in her for the whole ride suddenly congeal into a soggy mass in her stomach. She wasn't sure she could talk without being sick, but she knew that she would have to get through it, get it all said, and certainly if she had been able to go through that beating the other night and then talk to the neighbor on the phone as though nothing had happened, she should be able to get through this.
Ron turned on the seat and faced her. "All right," he said, drawing one long leg up on the car seat so that he could face her more comfortably, "what's up?" As usual, Ron didn't seem to miss much. Karen wished he were more of a dullard, as the general stereotype of athletes dictated.
"Ron, I don't know how to tell you this."
"Let me guess. Someone slipped an aspirin into your birth control case and you're pregnant."
Despite herself, Karen had to laugh.
"No?" Ron asked. "Second guess: you're secretly married to a traveling salesman, and you've been playing with my affections all along." He doubtless expected that to get another laugh from her, but somehow it seemed too close to the real situation, and it made the lump in Karen's stomach all the heavier. He saw instantly that he had made a tactical error, though she could tell that he was puzzled about it. "Karen, what is it?" he asked, starting to slide across the seat toward her. Karen moved away from him, against the door of the car, and he stopped, looking more puzzled than ever.
"Ron, I had you bring me out here to tell you that it's all over between us." There. It was out. Karen felt a pang of remorse oddly mixed with a feeling of almost painful relief. She hadn't known whether she could really get it said, and now it was out. Now the air was clear of it, and she would be able to talk about it until she convinced him.
"Just like that?" he said. "You're not willing to talk it over with me, or tell me what prompted this decision? Just simply tell me that it's all over. You've decided, the way you'd decide what you'd like for dessert, huh?"
"Ron, don't make this any harder for me, please."
"Are you kidding? I plan to make it as hard as I can. I plan to make it impossible, if I can."
"Well, you can't, darling, so don't try! I'm telling you the way it has to be, and that's all there is to it. Now just accept it, and take me home."
"All right." He reached for the ignition key, and Karen felt a stab of agony at the thought that he accepted it all that easily.
But she knew he hadn't. He couldn't have. And then she knew what he was planning to do. She reached down and grabbed his hand.
"No. No, don't take me home. Just take me back to the school, Ron. I'll walk the rest of the way."
"No, if you're going back right now, then I'm going to take you home," he said. "And then I'm going to go in and have a little appointment with your father the doctor."
"Ron, that's stupid. I mean it. You don't know how foolish you're being. You can't accomplish anything by getting into a fight with Daddy. You can only make things worse for both of us."
"Worse. You've just told me that I've lost you. Now what can your father do that will make things worse? What else does he have that I want, or what else do I have that he can take away from me?"
"I don't want to answer that, Ron. But take my word for it, he'll do something to you that you won't be able to get over as easily, or as quickly, as you'll get over losing me."
"You've got to be kidding. Do you have any idea of how long it will take me to get over-"
"Ron, he's going to have you arrested!" Karen said quickly.
"Arested? For what?"
"Can't you guess? For statutory rape. And the horrible thing is he's completely in the right legally. You are guilty, and there's nothing either of us can do about it. Even if I got up on the stand and testified that I was in love with you, and that I made all the overtures originally, it wouldn't make any difference. You're eighteen and I'm not, and you're male and I'm female, and that's all the law takes into consideration. You'll go to prison, and you'll stay there for a long time, and when you come out your life will be over!" Karen's eyes had been filling and spilling over with tears for some time. Now the sobs came, too, huge, racking sobs that shook her entire body. She turned away from Ron and leaned against the window, taking some comfort from the cold and the hardness of the glass pane.
Ron moved across the seat and pulled her away from the door. She stiffened for a moment, but she didn't fight against him. Then her body softened and she leaned into him, holding him, clinging to him like a lifeline. "Don't you understand, darling?
Don't you understand? I can't see you any more. He'll really do it. And if he does you'll be ruined for the rest of your life. All those beautiful plans, down the drain, and you'll hate me, and I don't want you to hate me, Ron. I couldn't stand that. So-"
"So nothing. So stop this nonsense," he said, holding her tightly and stroking her hair. "Your father is bluffing. He wouldn't put you through something like that."
"Oh, God, you don't know him. He's the most determined man in the world, Ron, and he never makes idle threats. Not ever!"
"You let me worry about that," Ron said, a real edge of steel in his voice. "You just let me take care of your father, honey. I'm not so easy to scare that-"
"But you have to be! Don't you understand anything I'm telling you? You have to be scared, because you're not going to win this fight. Daddy will destroy you if he thinks you're a threat. He's a very strong man, even a ruthless man when he's determined, and-"
"What do you mean a threat? A threat to what?" There were new and curious notes in Ron's voice, and Karen felt a stab of fear, fear that he might guess something of her real relationship with Daddy.
"A threat, a threat!" she babbled almost incoherently. And then, grabbing hold of her sanity, "A threat to me, to his plans for me, whatever he sees in you, I don't know. But he'll destroy you. That's all you have to believe."
"Oh, come off it, you're talking like a little kid now. Destroy me. There are laws to protect people, you know. Laws and something called rules of evidence. He can't prove anything took place between you and me."
"He can't. I can." The words came out cold and hard, and they tasted strange in Karen's mouth. She could see the total bafflement in Ron's eyes as her meaning sank in.
"You'd testify against me?"
"Yes. He'd make me do it. And I'd never be able to refuse. I never have been able to stand up to Daddy, and if he told me to tell all about us, I'd have to do it, Ron. That's the truth."
"Well." He sat looking at her for a moment. "I guess that says it all, doesn't it, honey? I hit it half-right anyway. You've been having a little fun at my expense these past weeks, it would seem." He sounded so hurt, so like a little boy, that Karen couldn't resist reaching out and touching him. He didn't even push her away. It was as though he weren't aware of her touch, or as though her touch no longer counted for anything. He slid behind the wheel again, and Karen knew that she should feel glad about everything, glad because she had convinced him, saved him from himself and settled everything the way she had intended. But she wasn't glad. He thought she didn't love him. She didn't know what she had expected, how she had thought to convince him of the hopelessness of their love affair while still leaving him convinced that she cared for him. There was even a wisp of sanity that told her that she should be glad he thought she didn't love him, because that would make it easier for him, but she just couldn't stand it. Other than Daddy, Ron was the only thing she had ever loved in her life, and to have him think differently, to have him come to hate her because he thought she had been playing around with him or something, was too much hurt to bear. And because she had been taught from childhood, taught by Daddy, that there was only one way to prove that she loved someone, she turned to that again.
She leaned down, reaching for his fly, and as it had been the first time, he was too surprised to resist for the first moment. Karen slid her hand down through the unbuttoned jacket to the front of his pants and opened the fly with a single snap of her wrist. The pants fell open and she could see his cock inside the fly of his shorts. She fished it out before he could even make a sound, and before he could pull away from her, she had the shaft in her mouth. She was sucking and licking, and she felt his body go tense, and she knew that she had him, had him in a grip of pleasure and delight that would keep him from hating her, at least for this moment. She worked up a mouthful of spit and continued to suck for all she was worth.
Now that he was held in check, she could slow down a bit, take her time and do things right. She withdrew her mouth a bit, and began to lick his cock with her tongue extended, moving it lightly over the surface of the tender, sensitive skin. Ron was shaking and grunting with each little ministration of her tongue, and she knew that she had come on too strong, turned him on too quickly, and that if she wanted him to last, and enjoy himself for more than a few seconds, she would have to hold off a bit.
She began to lick his foreskin, leaving the tender shaft sheathed and protected from the excitement of her tongue's friction. This was enough to keep him excited, and still let him come down from the pitch he had reached so quickly. Karen spread the fly of his pants and the front of his shorts and stuck her tongue inside, licking the hair of his abdomen, then his balls. His legs jerked apart automatically, involuntarily, to give her room to work, and she dived ever deeper inside, licking Ron's crotch and making little humming sounds of satisfaction as she did so, partly to keep him turned on and partly because she was honestly and deeply enjoying herself.
"Ohhhhh," he groaned as her tongue continued to move over his body. Karen opened his belt and pulled at the snap in the front of his pants. They came all the way open and she had more freedom to please him than before. She licked and kissed and pressed her cheek against him, exciting him again, but more gently than the first time. Then, when she was certain that it was safe, she pushed the foreskin back and began to lick his shaft once more, her tongue just grazing it, a touch of feather lightness, more an excitement than an act of pleasure, something to prepare him for the joy that was to come.
She carefully avoided the corona, licking his shaft from the root down to a point just short of the glans penis and then moving back up again. Ron's grunts and snorts of pleasure were coming more frequently, but she had only begun to please him.
She went back to the glans, but still avoided the corona, the most sensitive part of the whole prick. She worked gently and softly, tracing little trails of spit with her tongue's soft, moist tip, and touching the very end of it occasionally. She could taste the salt of his flesh and the moisture of his body's readiness. He was gripping the steering wheel over her head, as he had that first night, the very first time she had sucked his cock, and she knew that she had him in the throes of delight now, and that she was in control.
She continued to suck and lick, moving her mouth and her tongue carefully, with all the workman-like skill she had learned since she was a little girl, and she kept him at the pitch she wished, on the verge, moving back and forth from a state of excitement to the very edge of coming, and pulling back just in time, so that his pleasure was maximized, the intensity just short of that point that would have ended it.
"Uh! Uh! Oh, Jesus!" he cried, and she felt all warm and soft inside at the pleasure and the joy that she was bringing to him. That, she thought, was what it was all about, just bringing pleasure to someone you loved. That was the whole meaning of life.
"Mmmmm." She crooned her delight to him in answer to his grunts of joy, and she knew the sound excited him all the more, but that was no problem, because she was expert at this and knew just how much to back off on the direct physical stimulation while he was being excited mentally and emotionally.
His legs seemed to curl under him, the heels of his shoes hiding under the seat as the pleasure wrung him like a dishrag.
Then she felt the trembling in his cock, and tasted that little taste that told her it was almost out of her control, and so she began to increase the stimulation, curling her lips in over her teeth and exerting pressure on the glans and rocking her whole body back and forth with constantly increasing speed, bringing as much friction to bear on his cock as she could without hurting him, now concentrating on the corona instead of avoiding it.
"OH GOD!" he roared as the pleasure shook him like a rag doll. Then his cum flooded into Karen's mouth, filling it and almost running over despite her frantic attempts to keep it all and swallow it. Some of the drops did manage to escape her lips, and dribbled down onto the car seat. His cock, still stiff and huge in her mouth, was whipping like something with an independent life, something wild that was trying to escape. Karen didn't slacken off her efforts. As best she could while swallowing the rivers of cum that flowed into her mouth, she continued to work her head and mouth back and forth, massaging the j crown of his cock and wringing the last pleasure and the last drops of juice from it.
When it was over she lay there for a while, her face against his crotch, his cock still buried in her mouth. Then, gradually, she gathered herself up and finally rose and slid across the seat, sitting against the door again. Her face was smeared, and she took a handkerchief out of her purse and wiped it, then took out a mirror and looked at herself. It was amazing, but she looked like a sweet and innocent young seventeen-year-old, uncommonly pretty, on her way home from school. There was nothing about her appearance that would lead anyone to believe that she had just sucked a boy's pecker.
"Now, take me home, please," she said softly. He looked over at her with an expression of total surprise. She saw that he hadn't even gathered his wits together enough to close up his pants yet.
"Honey, I-" he started, but she raised a hand to silence him.
"Please! Don't think this changes anything, Ron. I do love you, yes. If that's any compensation to you, but that won't make any difference if Daddy tells me to turn you in. I'll do whatever he says. I mean it. You have to believe me, darling. If Daddy says to get up in court and testify against you, and tell them everything that's happened between us, I'll do it. And if he tells me to lie about it to make you sound more like the seducer, then I'll even do that. I just won't be able to help myself. And if you can't understand that, if you think that makes me some kind of loony or something, then I'll have to live with that. I guess I just couldn't send you away thinking that everything we've meant to each other all these weeks has been a fake. That was too much to stand."
"Karen, I just don't-"
"Now take me home!" She leaned her head on her hand, her elbow braced against the window and door frame. "I can't take any more of this, Ron. If you care for me at all, take me home and never try to see me again!"
The drive back home was as quiet as the ride out had been. And the silence was weird and almost tangible, Karen thought, as though it had been a body that lay over them both and smothered them. When he pulled up in front of the house she got out and closed the door. She didn't say anything to him, not even good-bye. She didn't even look at him. She just ran up the walkway to the door and went inside without looking back at all.
Daddy was in the examining room with some woman who was telling him about her female problems. It was so mundane, and somehow so obscene to Karen, that she wanted to scream. Mrs. Lewis was in the waiting room, taking Karen's place as she sometimes did, to make extra money, when Karen was ill. Karen went back to the living quarters and ran up the stairs to her room, where she threw herself face down on the bed and cried.
She didn't know how long she lay there, the crying all spent, before the door opened and Daddy came in. He was still in his white smock, and he looked a little tired. Karen first became aware of his presence when the light switch clicked on and the room filled with brightness, and she turned away quickly, realizing with a start it had been pitch dark, and that she had doubtlessly been there for hours. Daddy walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. He looked at Karen's puffy eyes and gave her a tender and understanding smile.
"You told him?" he asked.
She nodded dumbly, feeling a dull misery she couldn't express, though it was less troublesome than it had been, now that Daddy was here. He laid a hand on her breast, comfortingly, and she covered it with her own hand, pressing his palm to her bosom, gaining solace from his touch. "He bought it?" Daddy asked, and she nodded again.
"Yes. He didn't like it, but I'm certain he accepted it in the end." She wasn't at all as certain as she wanted him to think, though she thought Daddy believed her. Karen felt a bit guilty, because she knew that Ron had bought things all right, before she had gone down on him. That had probably built up his hopes again. But she didn't want Daddy to know that, because even if Ron hadn't bought everything yet, he would, in time. He would have to. He was no threat to Daddy at all, and she didn't want Daddy to get the idea that he was, because she knew that if he came up against Daddy, Daddy would squash him like a bug.
"All right, Princess," Daddy said. "As long as he realizes the hopelessness of pursuing his relationship with you." He took her in his arms, holding her close and stroking her hair. "I know you found it very hard to tell him, honey, but it had to be done. Believe me, you've done the best thing for everyone, and particularly for Ron. You've saved him a lot of grief today."
"Yes, Daddy." Her face was buried against the white of his smock, and her voice was muffled by the cloth, and by his body. She felt comfort in his closeness.
"Daddy," she said softly, plaintively, "why does it have to be this way for me? Why don't I have a choice like other girls?"
His grip on her body tightened for a moment, then loosened. He released her and rose from the bed. Karen sat looking at him patiently, waiting for the answer she knew she would receive. She knew Daddy well enough to know that he would tell her now, at this moment, what she wanted to know. He had that much confidence in his hold on her, in her devotion, and dependence on him.
He walked to the chair in the corner, turned and sat facing her. "All right, honey," he said. "I guess we may as well clear it all up. You don't have a choice, because I won't let you have one. I love you in way which most fathers don't love their daughters. You're mine. You belong to me. I've brought you up to belong to me. I've intended this from the moment you were born. And as you grew from a baby into a little girl, then into a young woman, I became more and more convinced of the rightness of my intention. You looked so much like your mother. You reminded me of her in so many ways. But that wasn't all of it. In many ways you're better than she was. I've seen to that. I've made you all mine. I've trained you and educated you."
"And-subjugated me?"
"If you want to use that word," he said after a pause. "I'm not afraid of words."
"Or of anything else, I think."
"Only of someone taking you away from me. That does scare me, Karen. And I'll never let it happen."
"Daddy, I just want to ask you this out of curiosity. How could you stop it from happening? I'll be eighteen in just a few months, and if I want to go away from you how could you stop me?"
"I won't have to. You just won't want to go away. You love me, and deep down inside, you know that you can't do without me. Even if I had let you go away with this Ron fellow, it wouldn't have worked. I'm ninety-nine-percent sure of that, honey. In a few months you'd have come back, because you'd have realized that you love me best, and any relationship with another man would be second best."
She sighed. "I guess you're right. But if you're so sure, why did you go to all that fuss, and scare me like that?"
"I told you I was ninety-nine-percent sure of you. And I am. But that's not enough. I love you very much, too much for that. And I've put too much effort into raising you the way I want you to take any chance on losing you, Karen. You ought to take stock of yourself sometime. You're very beautiful, not just physically, but in every way. I've made you that way. Right now, at seventeen, you're more woman than most females ever become. By the time you're twenty-five you're going to be magnificent. At thirty, you'll be superb. Do you think I'd take a chance on losing you now? Do you think I'd step aside and hand all that work and all that hope over to some lunkhead footballer? Not likely, honey."
"You said that you would have had him arrested for statutory rape. You realize that you're in a worse position than he is, don't you? If I told anyone about what you've had me doing all these years you'd not only be convicted of statutory rape, but also of incest as well."
"Sure." He smiled. "But you'll never do that. For one thing, you'd never deliberately do anything to hurt me. You love me as much as I love you. Maybe more. And you're more dependent on me than I am on you, which gives me the advantage, doesn't it?"
"You're probably right. But what if I did do it? You'd be in worse trouble than Ron, wouldn't you?"
He shook his head. "No, honey. I wouldn't be. You see, I haven't told you everything."
"Why don't you? As long as we clearing the air."
He hesitated just a moment. "All right, I've never told you about your mother, have I?"
"Only that she died when I was born."
"That's not entirely true. She died when you were a year old. And she died in a madhouse." He paused and looked at her searchingly, as though to see if this revulsion would have any great effect on Karen. She didn't turn a hair, and Daddy smiled. "When she was taken away, I took you and left the state. I put myself through medical school and brought you here. I gave you my name, and no one knows anything about your background now, except that you're 'Young Doc's' daughter. That's all anyone ever has to know."
"You gave me your name? Wasn't I born with it?"
"No. You see, your mother and I were never married. We couldn't have married. We were both orphans, and raised apart most of our lives. Both of us were adopted, and that's why we had different last names."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"She was my sister." He looked at her again as searchingly as before.
Karen gave no sign of being affected by the news.
Daddy smiled. "You see? I've just told you things that would have shattered the average girl your age. But you took it all as though it were nothing. You're something else, as the kids say. Too much. Certainly too much to be given away to a high school boy who wouldn't even know what he was getting."
"And if I told on you, you'd tell on me. Is that it?"
"More than that, honey, as you'd figure out if you just thought about it for a while. Your mother was my sister, and she was hopelessly insane when she died. That's a lot of evidence on my side. Especially since I'm 'Young Doc,' and everyone in this town loves me, and thinks I'm such an unselfish and dedicated person. Knowing all that about your background could unbalance a girl's mind, and cause her to identify with her dead mother, and so think that her father has made love to her. It would be an unfortunate situation. Of course, you'd have to be institutionalized, and given shock therapy and such. But the important thing is, no one would believe you."
"But then everyone would know that you had an incestuous relationship with your sister."
"When I was just a boy with no one else who had ever cared about me. I've built up a lot of credit in this town, Karen. I'd take the chance that it would carry me through."
"Yes. Yes, I guess it would at that," Karen said. She felt an intense admiration for Daddy. "You really do have me where you want me, don't you? You haven't left any loopholes at all."
He smiled. "Well, it will never come to that. We love each other too much."
"Yes, we do, don't we?" A flood of warmth filled her and made her smile. "There's just one other thing, Daddy. You have everything so well thought out. I'd like to know just one thing: what have you planned for my future?"
"When you graduate from high school, you'll go on to college. You'll go to Central State. That's only twenty miles from here, so you can attend during the day and still live here."
"Would you mind telling me what I'm going to major in?" she asked, smiling.
"Can't you guess?"
"Nursing?"
He nodded. "You'll become an R.N. and come to work for me."
"For the rest of my life?"
"Well, for the rest of mine anyway. You'll no doubt outlive me. But I'll be able to leave you well fixed, what with the money I've put away, the money I'll put away in the future and the insurance policies I have."
"My widow's pension?"
"If you like."
"It doesn't sound so bad," Karen said aloud after a moment. "It sounds very nice, really. We can never have children. But we'll have everything else that a married couple has. Except that no one can ever know about us."
"No one has everything, Princess." He stood, and Karen smiled softly.
"I know, Daddy."
"Now, I think I'll go down and start dinner. When you feel up to it, you clean up a little and come on down."
"Fixing dinner is my job."
"I'll take care of it tonight." He walked to her and stroked her cheek with his hand. She caught his hand and kissed it on the palm before releasing it. Daddy went out and down the stairs. She could hear his heavy footsteps all the way to the ground floor.
Dinner was especially nice. Steak and baked potatoes and the last two pieces of a pie Karen had baked the day before. After dinner Daddy went back to the office to catch up on some lab work, and Karen went upstairs. She went to her room, which she still maintained, keeping her clothes there for the sake of the cleaning lady or anyone else who might come in. She got out her robe and put it on, then went into the bathroom, where she drew a hot, sudsy bath, using the new bath salts Daddy had given her for Christmas. She soaked in the tub for an hour, bathing with great care.
When she got out she checked her legs and underarms carefully. She had shaved just the day before, but she found just a wisp on her right shin, which she eliminated with her electric shaver. She donned her robe after putting on her best perfume and went back to her room. She took off the robe and hung it back in the closet, then got out a brand-new sea-green nightie, one that Daddy had given her for Christmas. She hadn't taken it out of the box yet, and now she put it on with great care. It was wispy and transparent, showing everything she had, and masking her body only enough to make it more exciting. Then she got out the new negligee that matched the nightie, and put that on, too.
She sat down in front of her vanity and stroked her hair with the brush one hundred and fifty times, bringing it to a luster that almost took her breath away. Finally, she put on fresh makeup: lipstick, eye makeup-everything.
She felt as if it were her wedding night, though she wasn't sure of the logic behind the feeling. Perhaps because this was the first time she and Daddy had really talked about everything, and he had finally told her how things were to be for her. She was his girl, his wife really, and this was the first time she had known that for certain. She wanted this night to be extra special. She wanted it to be perfect.
As she made her way to the master bedroom she heard Daddy taking his shower. She went into the bedroom and turned down the bed. She had put fresh sheets on that morning, which meant she wouldn't have to do it now. She went to the mirror and made a few last-minute adjustments. She was positively glowing with happiness, and she could see what Daddy had meant. She really was beautiful. She had never felt beautiful before. She had always known that she was pretty, but she had never guessed that she was really beautiful. The green of the negligee set off the green of her eyes and the shining gold of her hair. She had to admit to herself, despite her natural modesty, that she looked like some young goddess just sprung up from the earth.
As she was making her way to the bed, to sit on the edge and wait for Daddy, the door opened. She turned and smiled; then the smile widened, because Daddy, in his best silk robe, was coming through the door with a bottle of champagne in one hand and two glasses in the other.
He had known. He had felt, as she had, that this was to be a special night for them. God love him, she thought, and felt a flood of warmth deeper than she had ever felt before. They really did belong to each other. They were like one person, even thinking the same thoughts.
He came over to her and kissed her lightly on the lips, then made his way to the bedside table, where he set down the glasses, took a corkscrew out of his robe pocket and proceeded to open the champagne.
Karen came to where he was standing, next to the bed, and accepted a glass of the bubbling white wine. She waited while he filled his own glass and placed the champagne bottle on the end table, then raised his glass in a silent toast to so many things she couldn't have counted them. She answered the toast with a raising of her own glass, and then they drank. Karen took a good swallow of the champagne. It was good stuff, as everything was that Daddy bought. She had been drinking wines and liquors since her fifteenth birthday, and Daddy had trained her to be something of a connoisseur.
As though by an unspoken agreement, they both put their glasses next to the bottle; then Daddy swept her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue searching out her own and probing and prodding it. She could feel his body pressed against hers, with only his silk robe and her two filmy garments between. She was certain she felt his cock nudging her, stiffening at the contact, and she felt herself grow all warm from excitement. Her pussy grew damp, then wet as the kiss continued. When Daddy released her she heard her own breathing, hard and quick from being turned on.
Daddy picked up his glass, and she took her own, stained red with her lipstick. They drank again, and Daddy refilled the glasses. By the time they had drained them a second time, Karen could feel just the barest flush of warmth creep up through her flesh from the drink. She felt very good, and very receptive. Daddy turned on the lamp on the bedside table, then went over to the door and flipped the switch, turning off the overhead light. The room grew deep and shadowy. The romantic look of the place made Karen all the more excited. She turned to face Daddy as he came toward her again. His robe had parted a bit in front, and she could see the hair on his chest. With each step one muscular leg came into view. Karen felt herself go a little weak as he came toward her. It was a pleasant weakness, a warm weakness that made her wish she could turn to putty and run against him, mold to him and be him, be his slave and his property forever.
Then he was right in front of her. He took her in his arms again, and as the robe fell open a little more, she could feel his hairy chest, feel the harshness of it through her negligee and her nightie. His mouth covered hers once more, and his tongue probed through her mouth and tasted her own tongue until she was hot all over with excitement, with need for him. She wanted him to take her right then, but she knew that he wouldn't. He would torment her with need until she was half-mad with desire for him, and then he would take her in his own good time, and she loved him all the more for it.
He slid one hand up between their bodies and cupped one of her breasts through her nightclothes. She felt the hand, strong and hard and a little callused from long ago, when he had worked himself through medical school. The roughness of the calluses made her gasp with delight. It was the most exciting thing she had ever felt ... it always was ... and she knew that she would never grow tired of it. It would always be new and wonderful.
Her negligee was held closed at her throat by a little silken cord, and fell free below that. Daddy moved back away from her a bit, and pulled the cord. He pulled it very slowly, making a ceremony of it, an unveiling. He looked at her body steadily as he did this, and she felt the excitement, and the weakness flare up in her again, as his eyes so casually owned her. The negligee fell open, and there was only the thin nightie covering her body. He could see through it, see everything she had: the firm, rose-tipped breasts, the yellow triangle at her belly, the soft curves of her thighs and her body, all that she had to give to a man, all that was his for the taking.
Daddy gently pushed the negligee back off her shoulders, and she moved her arms back to let it drop to the floor with a wispy sound. Then he took her in his arms once more, held her close against him while his hands had their way, moving over her with delight, in a proprietary way, with all the gentleness and all the unhurried confidence of a master. His mouth did the same, traveling over her face and her neck and her throat, while her breasts were mashed against the hardness of his own body.
Finally, he drew back and picked her up in his arms, lifting her as easily as if she had been a child. He turned and took a half-step, bringing him to the edge of the bed, and then laid her on it. She lay there, looking up at him, her heart pounding a tattoo in her chest that threatened to burst something. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her for a long moment, not touching her at all, just letting his eyes travel up and down, devouring her beauty with each slow, delicious sweep. His eyes seemed to caress her, and she felt her pussy flood with readiness at the stroking they gave her. Then he reached down, very slowly but very casually and, flipping aside her gown, touched her cunt. His fingers touched it lightly, but she felt a swelling of pleasure that was almost a climax.
"Uh-uh," she moaned quickly, shortly, as the sensation filled her to overflowing, and she was taken by surprise. The intensity of the feeling was so unexpected that it drew the cry from her in a sudden spasm of her whole body.
Daddy drew his fingers back for a moment, then touched her again, and her hips came up off the bed, her whole body arching with urgency to meet him. His fingers pressed against the outside of her cunt for a while; then he worked one of them inside, into the sopping, dripping interior of her snatch.
"Oh! Oh, God!" she cried, her hips grinding to increase the contact and the friction from his fingers. Daddy bent down and kissed her long and hard and deeply, his tongue probing her mouth, moving over her own tongue, and she kissed him back, raising her arm and hooking it over his neck to hold him to her. His fingers continued their work, digging and probing and exciting her.
Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them, and her pussy was stretched open to accommodate his fingers. His tongue moved over hers for a moment longer, and her tongue caressed him lovingly. Then he sat up, breaking the hold of her arm on his neck, and shifted his position on the bed. He moved down lower and his fingers came out of her, dripping and sticky with the juices of her activated body. Then he bent down and his mouth closed over her abdomen, his lips and teeth grazing the skin and the hair, then moving down slowly, his tongue making a little trail of saliva as he went.
Karen's breathing was labored and fast, and she vocalized each exhalation, so that she was making a steady, rhythmic succession of moanings as her excitement continued to grow. Then she was feeling a rapid succession of climaxes, one right after another, growing in intensity and spreading out to engulf more and more of her body, until she was tingling, flushed with pleasure, from her toes to her scalp. She was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her body slick and damp with it, and her breath was hot and rasping as she cried out with the joy that filled her. Daddy's tongue was expert, and he knew her every need so well that he played her body like an instrument, stroking it with virtuoso skill.
Then he yanked open the sash of his robe and shrugged the garment off, his mouth hardly leaving her pulsating cunt for a second. He was naked now, and he pulled his feet and legs up onto the bed, his feet toward the head of it, and Karen knew instantly what to do. As he turned his body toward her, his mouth still clamped over her pussy, his tongue still working between her labia, Karen took his cock, already stiff and strong, and began to lick it, moving her tongue softly and lovingly, and she could feel the response in his body, deep inside of it, as muscles contracted with pleasure, and he grunted, the sound muffled by her crotch.
She closed her lips over the head of his prick, sucking gently and exerting exactly the amount of pressure she knew he wanted from her at this moment. Her tongue traveled over the head inside her mouth, moving with delicate precision, bringing him up to a fine pitch of pleasure and then letting him drift back downward slowly, until the cock, which had been stiff at her first touch, was now as hard as stainless steel, throbbing and surging inside her mouth as her pussy throbbed with joy at the probing of his tongue. They gave and took pleasure, like a closed and complete circuit, the pleasure flowing from each into the other, and emerging from mouth to genital, magnified each time as though their bodies and mouths were amplifiers, building up the force and intensity with each revolution.
Their bodies arched and bent and stiffened, but their mouths never left their work for a moment. Karen placed both hands on his cock and held it in place while she rocked her head back and forth, gently stroking and massaging the head and shaft of the organ with her lips. She kept her lips pulled in over the edges of her teeth and maintained the pressure and the friction, slowly and delicately increasing them as she went on. Daddy's body was as sweaty and as taut as her own now, and he could feel the throbbing throughout his frame, but mostly in that wondrous cock that filled her mouth with its throbbing, strong reality, its fleshy weight and hardness driving back into her mouth with her own movements and the involuntary movements of his hips.
Her own hips were working, too. Without her awareness or intention, she was pushing her cunt against his face like a mask, maximizing the contact. Then the pleasure, which had been coming in a steady stream of orgasmic convulsions, coursed through her body like something wild and alive, driving her crazy with its intensity. At the same moment Daddy's prick throbbed and shook and whipped inside of her mouth; then it began to spew its load into her mouth, and she felt a surge of joy so great it was painful, a feeling of triumph and happiness at the pleasure that was propelling that mighty stream of cum into her mouth. It drove back deep into her throat, and she swallowed, her throat and mouth working furiously to keep all of it.
The very action of swallowing seemed to increase Daddy's pleasure, and his cock worked double time, sending out a flood of cum that seemed ready to drive the back of her head off. But Karen's own orgasm was so powerful she hardly noticed the force of this flood. She swallowed and worked her throat automatically, with the reflex of long usage, long practice. The pleasure in her was like a roaring fire, heating her vitals and burning her with a pleasurable agony that twisted her around him as it twisted his body around hers.
Their bodies convulsed again and again in the last fits of incredible joy, and they cried out in a duet of pleasure just as she swallowed the last gob of cum that spurted from his prick.
They lay there for a long time after it was over, his mouth still pressed against her crotch, her mouth still holding and softly loving his exhausted cock. Their bodies were slicked with drying sweat, and their muscles were as slack as loose-hanging ropes. Karen felt the utter peace and satisfaction that their lovemaking had brought her always, but this time it was extra good, extra peaceful, as it had been on only a few other occasions, when it was perfect.
She didn't know how she knew it, but she was certain, as she had never been certain of anything before, that it would be this good from now on, if not every time, then at least much more often than it had been before. The last barrier to the perfection of their lovemaking had been dissolved, and from now on they would know a kind of rapture that few people ever know.
It really was like a wedding night....
CHAPTER NINE
It was three weeks after the day Karen told Ron how it had to be, and he had been something of a problem. She hadn't told Daddy about it, but she thought he suspected. Ron kept trying to corner her at school and talk things out with her, although, as she had told him, everything had been talked out and decided that day in his car. She was sure she could make him accept things eventually, but it was a lot harder than she had thought it would be when she had promised Daddy.
On a Tuesday afternoon, when she had rushed home from school, careful not to run into Ron, the phone rang in the office and she picked it up and said into the mouthpiece, "Doctor Arthur's office," as she always did.
"Karen?" The voice of Linda Davis sang back at her like an echo, very much like her own. "This is Mrs. Davis. May I speak to your father?"
"Well, he's pretty busy right now, Mrs. Davis," Karen said, feeling a chill of apprehension, though she didn't know why. "Is there any message I can give him?"
"It will only take a moment," Mrs. Davis said. Then, with a little laugh, "It has nothing to do with you, dear, if that's what you're worried about."
"Oh, no. I mean, I didn't think anything of the kind," Karen stammered, out of control of herself. "I'll see if he can speak to you, Ma'am."
She put Mrs. Davis on hold and rang through to Daddy on another line.
"Okay, put her on," Daddy said in a disinterested tone when she had told him of the call. Karen put through the call, but kept the line open, so that she could hear the conversation.
"That's right," Daddy said. "When is it?"
Karen could hear him leafing through his appointment book.
"Next Saturday night at eight. I do hope you can make it, Doctor. I'd like to talk to you a bit, and perhaps get to know you a little better."
Something shot through Karen's loins at those last words, but she calmed herself an instant later. It was a natural enough thing to say, she supposed, and if Mrs. Davis really was getting interested in Daddy, Daddy would politely put her in her place. She knew Daddy's appointment book well enough to know that he had nothing important to do on Saturday night, and so he would probably agree to chaperon the dance. As a leading citizen in the town, he was expected to do some little things like that from time to time, and he had always done more than his share. That was one of the reasons he was so well liked and so highly respected in the community.
"All right," he said finally. "I guess I can show up on Saturday night. But you understand that I'll have to tell my answering service where I am, and in case of an emergency I'll have to leave without notice."
"Oh, I understand," Mrs. Davis said. "My father was a small-town doctor."
"Really?" Daddy's voice quickened with interest.
"Sure, so I've been around all that sort of thing. Don't worry about it. I'll be looking forward to seeing you, and bring Karen along. She can help out with things a little maybe, and even find time for a dance or two."
"Okay," Daddy said, and Karen thought that he sounded more interested than he usually did at such invitations.
It took Karen a long while after the two had hung up to understand what this new emotion was that she felt. It was jealousy, and she had to chuckle at herself over that. If any girl had ever had reason to feel secure in the love of her man, it was she. Daddy had raised her up to be exactly what he wanted, and by his own words she knew that she had turned out better than he had expected. Why would he go chasing an unknown and probably inferior quantity when he had her at his beck and call? It just didn't make sense. But she couldn't help the illogical pang she felt. She decided that she would kiddingly tell Daddy about it sometime before the dance. He'd probably be pleased....
The night of the dance Karen felt really excited. She put on a formal she had never had a chance to wear. It had been hanging in her closet, with moth crystals inside a big plastic bag, for nearly a year, since Daddy had refused to let her go to the junior prom. She had bought it with her own money, on impulse, and had been brokenhearted about not being allowed to go the prom. But now she'd be able to wear it at long last, and if everyone thought she was coming without a real date, it would be a good laugh on them, because she had the dreamiest date of all, her own sexy father. And when the dance was over, she'd be going home with him, and then to bed with him, and they'd end the night with a climax, literally, instead of a chocolate malted at the malt shop.
The dance was scheduled to begin at eight o'clock. Daddy and Karen arrived at seven-thirty. Karen had to admire Mrs. Davis' looks when she was dressed up a bit. In school she seemed to try to play down her sexiness, though not with complete success. But tonight she was dressed in a lemon-colored satin dress, with her blonde hair flowing down around her shoulders, and she looked prettier than any girl in the place. Karen could see that Daddy was impressed with her looks, too, and it was all she could do to keep from taking his arm possessively. She had to tell herself silently that she had nothing to worry about, that there were no rivals for her father's affections. She knew that was true, but it was an intellectual thing, and her emotions kept contradicting her.
"Karen, would you like to help out with the refreshments tonight?" Mrs. Davis asked. allowed herself to be led over to the refreshment table. She didn't want to leave Daddy's side, but of course, she couldn't very well hang on him all evening. She was put to work mixing punch and sorting cookies on little dishes. She looked up every once in a while to see what Daddy and Mrs. Davis were doing. They were walking around the big auditorium, talking to each other with obvious interest. Daddy said something and Mrs. Davis laughed, and her face lit up with a beauty that was greater than usual. Daddy's face lit up in return, and Karen felt a stab of icy doubt that tore at her insides like a frosty blade.
The kids were starting to trickle into the place in couples and fours. They were all flushed with happiness and excitement, and for just a moment Karen felt a shot of melancholy envy for the kind of youth they had and she could never share. But she squelched the feeling instantly. It was an unworthy thought. She had so much more than they did, so much more than they would ever have, and she'd had it for much longer.
Things got busy. Karen ladled out punch and handed out cookies and turned down offers to dance. That she kept getting the offers made her happy and proud, but she knew better than to accept any of them. Daddy might not like it, and she wasn't going to take any chances where Daddy's feelings were concerned. She had learned her lesson and her place in the scheme of things, and she would never try to break out of that mold again, even a little bit.
She was so busy that when she noticed that Daddy was gone she had no idea of how long he had been missing from the dance floor. She glanced around at all the folding chairs that sat along the walls, but Daddy wasn't in any of them.
She wondered if he had been called to some patient's house, and had had to leave so quickly he couldn't even take time to tell her. That wasn't likely, because he would almost always be able to come over and tell her where he was going and she had a feeling that he would have taken her with him tonight, rather than leave her on her own. But the fact remained that he was nowhere to be seen.
Of course, he might have left her there just to show that he was confident of her faithfulness and obedience now. He might have asked someone to tell her where he was going, and then that someone could have forgotten to carry the message to her. The logical person for Daddy to have told would have been Mrs. Davis, of course, but Karen couldn't see her anywhere, either. It wasn't easy trying to look for someone when she was handing out refreshments, so she finally got someone else to help out in her place and went searching for Mrs. Davis. She made three complete circuits of the auditorium, but Mrs. Davis was nowhere to be seen. Finally Karen decided to go outside and look for her.
The night had grown pretty cold, and she knew that she ought to go back inside for her coat, but by that time she was too concerned about finding either Daddy or Mrs. Davis to worry about something like that.
She looked around the immediate area, but saw no one. So she went to the parking lot and searched there, thinking that Mrs. Davis, as a chaperon, might have thought it wise to check around there to make sure no one was making out in a back seat.
She didn't find Mrs. Davis there, either.
She was walking down one of the pathways between the rows of parked vehicles when she heard someone come up behind her. The footsteps were the heavy tread of a man, but it didn't even occur to Karen to look around to see who it was until a voice, deep but young, jolted her from her preoccupation.
"Looking for someone, Karen?"
She spun around, half-recognizing the voice and half just startled by the suddenness of the wrench from her own private concerns. It was Ron, of course. He stood there in the moonlight, dressed in casual clothes. She realized for the first time that she hadn't seen him at the dance. Probably too broken up over her to ask anyone else to accompany him, and, of course, too proud to go stag, she thought. Well, that was his problem, and she didn't have time or energy to waste feeling sorry for him right now. She looked around quickly. Then, managing an impersonal smile, she said, "Yes, I was looking for my father-or Mrs. Davis. Have you seen either of them, Ron?"
"Sure." He said it so quickly, and so offhandedly, that it never occurred to Karen to doubt the statement. "I saw your father over there," he said, making a gesture with his hand. "I guess he was checking the grounds. You want to talk to him?"
Karen felt a sudden flood of relief, though she wasn't sure why; then she realized that there was nothing in particular she wanted to talk about with Daddy. But now that she had made a big thing out of finding him, she supposed that she should go and talk to him, if only to keep Ron from wondering about things.
"Yes, could you show me where he is?" she asked as calmly as she could. She was surprised at just how cool her voice sounded.
"Sure. Right over here." Ron led the way between the parked cars, heading off toward the back of the lot, toward the athletic grounds. His long stride set a pace that forced Karen to trot in order to keep up with him. She had to lift the skirt of her long dress in order to keep it from dragging on the ground, and she almost tripped over it several times.
She found herself right at the back edge of the parking lot, with no one else around except Ron, and the auditorium so far away that the music from the rock group there was nearly lost in the distance.
Karen looked around for a second, trying to see where Daddy might be, perhaps between a couple of cars. Then it occurred to her that Ron had brought her here under false pretenses, and for a reason of his own, a reason not too hard to guess. She started back toward the auditorium, but before she could go two steps Ron had grabbed her arm. She gasped for breath from the tightness of his grasp, and he loosened it a bit, as though he hadn't realized that he had grabbed her so hard.
"Karen, I want to talk to you a minute," he said.
"Ron, we don't have anything to talk about. Now-"
"Just a moment's conversation; that's all I'm asking," he said. "Is that too much?"
"But it won't do any good." She tried to pull free, but his grip tightened again, harder than before. Karen realized that it wouldn't do any good to argue with him. He was going to have his talk, and from the look on his face she was afraid he might hurt her if she tried to get away. So she forced herself to relax. "All right, Ron," she said. "So we'll talk. Just for a minute."
"My car's right here," he said. "Get in."
She saw the Chevy sitting there, and drew back.
"Oh, no," she said. "If you want to talk, we'll talk right here. Otherwise, let go of my arm."
"It's cold out here, and you don't have a coat. Get in the car, damn it! I'm not going to hurt you."
"I didn't say you were. But I'm not about to be shanghaied by you."
"Oh, for Christ's sake," he grunted. "Is that what you think? Look, here's the keys." He let go of her arm and fished a key chain out of his pocket. "Now will you get in with me?" Karen hesitated for a moment, then took the keys. She couldn't see any harm in getting into the car with him provided she had the keys. And just in case Daddy was around somewhere, he'd be less likely to see her with Ron if she was in the car.
"All right," she said, snagging the key chain and holding it close to her body, hidden by the folds of her dress. They got into the car and she turned to Ron to see what it was he was going to say. But he didn't speak a work. Instead, he reached across the width of the Chevy and made a grab for her. Karen drew back, but the car door was closed and she couldn't get out of reach. Ron's hands closed over her arms and held her tightly, and he slid over the vinyl seat to come closer to her.
When he did speak, it was only to say, "Karen, damn it, Karen, I love you so much, I just can't-"
She fought, trying to wriggle free of his grip long enough to get the car door open, but he was as fast as he was strong. When she managed to get one of his hands off of her, he would slip it back before she could wriggle free of the other. She gasped and grunted with effort, but it was useless. Ron's hands seemed to be everywhere at once, all over her. She couldn't avoid them, and she couldn't fight them off, and despite herself she found her body responding to their insistent stimulation.
"Ron, let me go!" she hissed, but he acted as though he hadn't heard her.
His hands continued their efforts to expose and possess her, one of them slipping down the front of her dress, the other reaching up under the long, voluminous skirt, groping along her legs toward her crotch. Her heart beat wildly, her pussy gushed its juices, and she felt a tingling all over her skin. A creeping weakness moved along her limbs, and she felt her will power weakening, too. She had loved Ron, and there was still a spark of that love left, and even though she knew she was doing wrong in feeling as she did, she couldn't help the desire that his ministrations had instilled in her.
Then she remembered Daddy, and how he had trusted her, had probably left the auditorium without her because he had trusted her so implicitly. She belonged to Daddy, and she had no right to let this boy take what wasn't hers to give. Suddenly she felt her arms and legs grow strong again, at least for a moment, and her resolve grew with that strength. She felt herself pushed back off balance by Ron, while his hands pulled her skirt up above her waist. He was trying to pull down her pantyhose, but the act of pulling her skirt up had freed her legs from the binding of the dress material.
She saw that he had opened the front of his pants, caught just a glimpse of his erect prick and two tightened balls. As he tried to mount her, the pantyhose still only partially lowered, she saw that the position was right ... Karen brought up her right knee with all the force she could muster, and it hit square, smashing his nuts against his crotch.
"Aaaaahhhh!" he screamed, the sound strangled and garbled by pain and surprise. He tried to draw away from her, but not quickly enough. Karen was filled with a savage joy at the realization that she had hurt him, had made him hesitate, and she still wasn't certain that she had driven him away. He was off balance, and in pain, and still hadn't been able to pull back when she brought the same knee up again, this time with even greater force. At the same time she lashed out with her hand, raking her nails across his cheek and making a triple line of bloody tracks across his handsome face.
Ron leaned over the edge of the seat and deposited on the floorboard whatever he'd had for dinner. Karen could smell the acrid stink of the vomit, though miraculously, none of it got on her dress.
She reached behind her, found the door handle and yanked it up hard. The door flew open, driven by her weight, and she slid partly out of the car, headfirst. She managed to pull her feet out and get them under her, and then she was crouched beside the vehicle. The car keys, which had been lying somewhere on her person during the struggle, slid onto the ground in front of her and she kicked them under the car with an angry punt. Then she managed to reach under her skirt and pull her pantyhose up into place.
She left him still retching on the floorboard of his car, and went back to the auditorium, stopping halfway to gather control of herself and brush her haif back into some semblance of order with her hands.
When she reached the auditorium it was nearly empty, and she realized with a start that it was after eleven o'clock. The kids were all going out to their cars. Karen looked around frantically, trying to find some sign of Daddy. But he was nowhere to be seen. She found Mitzi Bradley and her date about to leave, and ran up to Mitzi.
"Have you seen my father?" she asked, trying to keep her voice calm and reasonable.
Mitzi looked at her a bit strangely for a moment, as though she couldn't make out what was unusual about Karen's manner.
"No, I haven't seen him, Karen," she said. She turned to her date, a boy Karen didn't know. "Did you see Doctor Arthur, Len?"
"Not in the last couple of hours," the boy said.
"Did you come with him?" Mitzi asked, and Karen was sure she heard a note of pity in her voice.
"Yes. I guess I'll just have to wait until he shows up."
"You could come with us," Mitzi offered.
"Come on, Mitzi," Len said. "The whole gang is going to the malt shop."
"How about it?" Mitzi asked.
"Would you take me right home?"
"Why don't you come to the malt shop with us and have a Coke or something?" Mitzi suggested.
"No. No, I'd better wait for Daddy. I'll go look in front and see if our car is still there."
"Are you coming, Mitzi?" Len asked impatiently.
"Well, how about it?" Mitzi asked, edging away from Karen and following her date.
"I ... All right," Karen agreed. "But just drop me off as close to my house as you can, will you?"
They went to Len's car, or probably his parents' car. It was a year-old Pontiac. Len and Mitzi got into the front seat, and Karen slid into the back.
All the way home they tried to talk her into going to the malt shop with them. Mitzi really seemed to want her along, but Karen had the feeling that Len just didn't want to waste the time taking her home. When they passed the corner that was nearest to her street, Karen put up a fuss.
"I told you to let me off here," she said. "I'll find my way home."
"Now don't be silly, Karen," Mitzi said. "You come with us. It'll only take a half-hour to have a Coke with everybody and you'll enjoy it."
"No!" Karen shrieked, on the raw edge of hysteria. They didn't understand! And they wouldn't listen to her. She grabbed at the door handle, and suddenly the door opened, luckily retarded by the stream of air outside. Still, she leaned forward and nearly fell out.
Len slammed on the brakes, and that made it worse. If Mitzi hadn't reached back and caught her, she might have fallen into the stream of traffic. As it was, a car had to brake hard to keep from hitting the Pontiac.
"Jesus, girl!" Len shouted, obviously frightened out of his wits. "What are you trying to do?"
"Let me go!" Karen shouted. "I want to go home!"
"I'll take you home," Len promised, but Karen still fought. Finally he reached back and grabbed her arm tightly. "I said I'll take you home!" he repeated. "All right?"
Karen looked at him for a moment, still doubtful until reason trickled back into her panicky brain. Then she pulled back into the car and shut the door, drawing into the far corner of the seat and hugging herself protectively.
They had her home in five minutes. There wasn't a word spoken as Karen opened the door and dashed for the house. She heard the car pull away when she was halfway up the walk. She didn't see Daddy's car, but it was possibly in the garage if he was home. He wasn't.
The house was empty. Karen went upstairs and looked in Daddy's bedroom. The bed was neatly made, as she had made it when she had gotten up that morning. She went downstairs again and looked through the whole place, as though Daddy might be hiding from her, playing a cruel joke. Finally, she turned on the TV, and, unaware of what show was flashing before her, she sat and stared blankly until she heard a car pull into the drive a minute or two, or perhaps three hours, later.
Karen came to her feet instantly and stood stock still, every muscle in her body stiff and taut with apprehension. He was going to be furious with her. She just knew it. She had done the wrong thing in leaving. She never should have left the dance without him, or at least without finding out where he was. And she could never lie to him, or keep secrets from him. He was bound to find out about her and Ron, and the incident in the car. She just hoped that she could convince him that nothing had happened beyond Ron's foolish attempt to get their relationship going again by a physical attack.
The key turned in the door, then it opened and Daddy came in. He squinted a little in the lighted house and seemed to take a moment to recognize her. Then he smiled in a vague and friendly way. "Oh, hi, Princess, I'm glad to see you got home all right. Someone give you a ride?" He was taking off his overcoat and hanging it in the hall closet. He pulled the muffler from around his neck and stuffed it into the pocket of the coat, then shrugged off his suit jacket and walked into the living room proper.
Karen was still tightened up with fear that he might blow up at her, or that he might just show his displeasure in some more quiet manner, which would be worse.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, the words tumbling over one another as they came out of her mouth. "I didn't know where you were, and I thought maybe you had left the dance, and I had a chance to get a ride home, but I had to take it right away. I know I shouldn't have left without out, but I-"
"That's all right, Princess." He came to her, took her arms in his hands and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Who brought you home, one of the other chaperons?"
"No," Karen said, and steeled herself for the rest. "It was a couple of my friends. A girl and her date," she added hastily. "They brought me straight home, by the shortest route, Daddy. They wanted me to go to the malt shop with them, but I wouldn't. Honestly, that's the truth."
"Honey, relax, I believe you," he said, and chuckled. He placed his arm about her shoulders and squeezed reassuringly.
For an instant Karen felt an intense, almost painful, flood of relief. He believed her, and he didn't blame her! But then the feeling was replaced by emotions she could hardly identify. She felt a stab of fear, and a strange kind of disappointment, as though she had counted on his anger and distrust as a sign of his love for her. There were other things in the feeling, too, and it was all so mixed up she couldn't really tell what she felt. "You should have gone to the malt shop with your friends," he said. "You could use a little relaxation. You know, I'm not entirely against your having fun with people your own age."
Karen was almost speechless. "I ... I didn't think it was ... that you would want me to do it," she said finally. "I thought I'd better come straight home, in case you were here ... or something."
"Sure." He kissed her on the cheek. "Well, maybe that was best." He released her and stretched and yawned. "Well, I'm about worn out, and we've got a big Saturday ahead of us. I think I'll hit the sack."
"Okay. I'll be right up as soon as I get the lights turned off and things."
"Oh, honey, we're both pretty tired tonight. I think maybe we'd both sleep better alone." He didn't look straight at her as he said these words, and Karen had the feeling that there was more behind them than the fact that they were both tired. A fresh stab of fear went through her.
"All right, Daddy," she said, fighting back tears and not quite avoiding a sob that broke her voice in half.
Daddy acted as though he didn't notice the sob. He turned and started up the stairs, his right hand on the bannister and his suit jacket slung over his left shoulder. "Daddy?" Her voice stopped him, and he turned, still smiling, as though the smile looked frozen. "Where were you tonight? When I couldn't find you?"
"Oh, just ... everywhere. Chaperoning high school kids isn't quite the same as it was when I was in school. These kids nowadays really keep you hopping."
"Oh." It wasn't much of an answer, but it was unthinkable to question him. Karen lowered her gaze and said softly, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you, too, Princess. Good night." He turned and went up the stairs.
Karen stood in the middle of the room for a long while, and then went about straightening a few things. The TV was still on, and showing some Charlie Chan movie. She walked over listlessly and snapped it off, then went about the room turning off the lights. She walked up the stairs and turned off the overhead light with the two-way switch at the top of the stairs; then she went to her room.
She took off the formal dress that had seemed so lovely earlier in the evening and dropped it on the floor. She had never left clothes lying about like that in her life, but tonight for some reason she couldn't work up the ambition to put anything away. She got out of her pantyhose and shoes, tossed them on top of the dress, then took off her bra and tossed it there, too. She put on her robe and went to the bathroom without bothering to tie the sash. She went through her usual nightly ritual of washing her face and creaming it, wiping it clean and rinsing it and running the brush through her hair, scrubbing her teeth and all the rites of cleanliness and social acceptability without even thinking about any of it. She wasn't aware of anything except a dull ache that seemed to occupy all of her body at once.
She went back to her room and took off her robe and lay down on her bed and cried. She felt the tears coming and she welcomed them, making not the slightest attempt to fight them back. She cried hard, the bed shaking under her with every big, painful sob, the tears running down over her face to fall into her hair or drop to the spread.
He doesn't care. He doesn't even care.
She couldn't shake the thought, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she tried to tell herself that he was just showing that he trusted her, and that the repressive authoritarian chapter of their life together had ended.
He doesn't care. He just doesn't care....
Eventually the crying ceased to help, and the pain grew in her until she just couldn't stand it any longer. Blindly, she heaved herself up from the narrow bed and made her way swayingly to the door. She hit the furniture and the walls, banging her naked thighs and hips roughly, bruisingly against them, not even aware of where she was going, but driven by a blind instinct. All the way down the hall she stumbled from the wall to the railing that protected the stairwell, swerving like a drunken woman until she saw, through tear-clouded eyes, the door to Daddy's room. She opened it and went inside, heard a startled, frightened gasp from him when he saw the state she was in, but she couldn't even see him now, because the tears were crowding out all but a blur of light from her eyes. She made her way to the bed, banging her knee on the corner of the frame.
"Karen!" Daddy's voice was laden with concern, and she felt a stab of relief that at least he cared about her still, cared enough to worry about her.
He was naked, the blankets drawn up to his waist. He had sat upright at her entrance. Karen dropped to her knees beside the bed, dropped so hard that her knee hurt all over again, but she was hardly aware of it. She could only see his cock, lying supine between his legs, resting on the cushion of his scrotum. She took it in her hands, somehow managing to be gentle through the greedy desire that possessed her. She held it upright and began to caress the tip of the prick with her tongue, laving it gently, softly, lovingly, giving him all of her person through the tip of her pink wet tongue. The cock didn't respond at all at first. She had never had trouble getting him hard before, but she was determined to do it no matter what. He must still love me! There was nothing, nothing that had happened that could have killed the way he felt for her. She would make his cock stand up. She would, she would....
"Princess, what's-" He grasped her shoulders and started to pull her away from his crotch, but she wrenched free of his hands.
"No! No, Daddy, please, please!" And she went back to work. It took a long time, but the limp prick finally managed to stir, to stiffen and come alive to her touch, and her kiss. It came awake slowly, like a man waking and yawning, but it did respond. Karen felt a tentative sense of triumph at this sign. She stopped licking his prick for a moment, pushing it out of the way and licking his balls and his crotch. He was stiff, his whole body taut with nervousness or embarrassment, as though he and Karen had never done this thing before, as though he had been lewdly approached by a girl he had always thought to be nice.
But Karen didn't think about those things. Right now all she could think of was pleasing him, proving her love and probing for his. Her tongue found its way to the head of his cock again. She pushed back his foreskin and ran her tongue down the shaft of his prick, delighting in the thrill of pleasure that passed over his body at this touch. She moaned, gasped with joy at the realization of the happiness she was giving him.
She couldn't wait any longer. She closed her mouth over the head of his prick, pressing her lips against the shaft right behind the glans. She sucked gently, then with greater force, moving her tongue over the head of his cock as she did so. Daddy began to reward her efforts with little grunting sounds of pleasure, and his body began to respond to her, moving in little, tight jerks of response.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" He was grunting now in a steady cadence, his voice betraying his feelings as her tongue continued to lick, and her mouth to suck and her hands to do their nice things to the root of his cock and to his crotch and his balls. She could smell the sweat of his body, and the hair of his balls, and his abdomen was brushing ticklingly against her face.
"Mmmmm," she moaned, her lips still closed around the head of his prick. "Mmmmm." The sound was that of pure joy and satisfaction as she fed herself with love for him, and with the delight of giving him pleasure.
She could feel him getting close to coming, and she backed off, making it last for both of them. His cock was stiff and straight, jutting from his belly like a flagpole. She could feel it trembling in her fingers as she held off from stimulating it further. Daddy lay there, his body heaving with every breath, his eyes fixed upon the ceiling. When she felt that she had given him sufficient time to regain control of himself, Karen began to lick the head of his cock once more, lightly and softly, gently, as she had at the very beginning, picking up in pressure and tempo only slowly, working him back up, then slacking off once more.
There was a limit to how long she could keep up that sort of thing, and with instinct born of long practice she knew when she had approached that limit. She could feel the insistent trembling of his cock, and taste the fluid that told her he was about to go off in her mouth, and she tightened her lips and dragged them back and forth, back and forth, with increased friction, stroking the sensitive glans until she could feel his whole body pitch with the tremors of an approaching orgasm.
When it came it was awesome, wringing him out like a damp cloth, firing his cum into her mouth and throat with a stinging pressure. She tasted the gobs of cum and felt it clog her mouth, and she swallowed quickly, continuing to French him for all she was worth, keeping him at the peak of his pleasure for as long as she possibly could. Another shot of juice filled her mouth, and she felt some of it trickle out over her lips and down her chin as she worked feverishly, trying to save it all.
"Uh! Oh, God!" he cried, as his sensations reached their absolute peak. "Jesus, Jesus!" His powerful body arched up from the bed, straining with pleasure too great to contain.
When it was over he lay there, his body suddenly as flaccid as the cock Karen still held in her mouth. After a long while, she reluctantly pulled back, letting the heavy organ drop back to its resting place between his legs.
He made room for her on the edge of the bed, and she crawled up to lie beside him. Her body nestled comfortably against him. "I'm sorry, Daddy," she said softly. She wasn't looking at his face but she could feel the shift as he looked down at her.
"Sorry for what, Princess?"
"I was bad tonight," she said. "I went out of the auditorium looking for you."
"What's bad about that?"
"While I was out there I ran into Ron Baker." She could feel his body stiffen slightly at the mention of Ron's name, and she felt a small satisfaction that he cared enough to react. "He said he knew where you were, and I believed him. I guess I was just so upset because I couldn't find you that I would have believed anything. But anyway, I followed him, and he said he wanted to talk to me, and I got into his car. I'm sorry, Daddy. I made him give me the keys so he wouldn't be able to take me anywhere, and I really didn't think he was going to try to do anything but talk to me, but still I shouldn't have gotten into the car with him, should I?"
"I-No, Princess, I guess you shouldn't have."
"Once he had me in the car, he attacked me," she said, and felt his whole body stiffen. He shifted and looked down at her, and she returned his gaze with a wide-eyed stare.
"Attacked you!"
"Well, I guess he didn't think of it that way. I guess he thought he was just being a forceful lover, and trying to get things going between us again."
"What happened?"
"Nothing, really. He tried to-Well, to get into me, but I kicked him. I kicked him where it really hurts, and he vomited all over the floorboard of his car. Then I got out and ran back to the dance. It was breaking up by then, and I got a ride home. I'm sorry, Daddy. I know I was bad, and Ron could never have even tried anything if I hadn't been foolish enough to get in the car with him." She hesitated a moment. "If you want me to testify against him in court, I will," she said. "I'll tell everything he's done, and anything else you want me to tell. I'll make things up. I'll be very convincing, and they'll believe me: I promise."
"That won't be necessary, Karen." There was a hardness in Daddy's voice that Karen had seldom heard before.
"Don't you care, Daddy? About what he tried to do?"
"Of course I care, Princess. But don't you worry about it."
"But what about what I did? That was terrible, getting into the car with him. And there was a moment there when I wanted to let him have his way. My body wanted to, I mean. That was terrible, too."
"That's all right, Princess. I believe you. You thought he only wanted to talk to you. And as for wanting him to go ahead, that was purely physical. You couldn't help feeling that. And you didn't give in to him. That proves I can trust you."
"Daddy, maybe you ought to punish me. Just to be sure. I mean, if you want to take the belt to me again, it's all right. I'll understand. I'll stuff something in my mouth so I won't be able to make any noise, and you can whip me as much as you think you should."
"There won't be any more whippings, Karen. I shouldn't have done that the other day."
"Oh, you should have," she said. "I deserved it. I had it coming, and it did me good." She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly, snuggling her body against his and drawing comfort from the closeness. "You did it because you love me," she said with a feverish urgency. "You love me. Daddy. You love me...."
CHAPTER TEN
They brought Ron in a screaming ambulance two weeks later. Since Daddy was the only doctor in town who was in full practice, it was inevitable that they brought Ron to him. His parents showed up just a few minutes later, looking frightened and drawn with worry. Karen realized with an odd feeling of surprise that she had never seen either of them before. Mrs. Baker was a small woman with black hair and pleasant features. Ron's father was a man of about six feet, slightly balding, with protruding ears. They were both in their fifties.
When they arrived, Daddy was in back, taking some X-rays of Ron. Karen seated them in the office and excused herself. She and Daddy had been in bed at the time of the call informing them about the accident. Daddy had come to wake Karen, who had been sleeping in her own bed for the past two weeks. She had risen and put on a robe and come down to help him with the job of receiving the patient. She didn't find out until he arrived that it was Ron who had been hurt. She was surprised to find that she felt nothing at the discovery except a sense of ironic coincidence, as though she had run into a friend in a strange town. When she had made Mr. and Mrs. Baker as comfortable as possible she went upstairs and put on a white uniform. She wasn't a nurse, but Karen had been taught to do enough so that she could help Daddy out in emergencies.
When she got back downstairs she saw Daddy coming out of the X-ray room, his face drawn and grim. He gestured to her to follow him into the office. Mr. and Mrs. Baker rose nervously at their entrance. Daddy sat behind the desk and, leaning his elbows on the green blotter, he pressed his fingers against his forehead for a moment. Karen could tell that the news must be very bad, and she was certain that the Bakers could tell it, too.
"What is it, Doc?" Mr. Baker asked finally, unable to stand the silence and the waiting any longer. Daddy looked at him with an unreadable expression.
"Your son was hit by a car, in case you weren't told. It was a hit-and-run accident."
"Yes, we know. But-"
"Is he going to die?" Mrs. Baker's voice cut in, ragged and taut. Daddy shook his head.
"No, there isn't any danger of that, provided we act right away. He's lost a lot of blood, and he's in a deep state of shock, but I've given him a transfusion and I'm pretty sure he'll come out of the shock all right. He's young and in good shape."
"Well then, what is it?" Mr. Baker demanded, on the edge of breaking.
"As I said, if we want to save his life, we'll have to act right now. There just isn't any time to lose." Daddy paused for a moment, looking at one of Ron's parents and then the other. The moment was steeped in tension. "As his parents, you will have to make the decision, though frankly there's no real decision to make. If you want your son to live, we'll have to operate."
"Operate!" Mrs. Baker came up a little from her chair, and her husband laid his hand on her shoulder, pressing her back.
"What kind of operation you talking about, Doc?" he asked in an expressionless voice.
"The car hit him on the left side, and he went under one of the wheels, or possibly the two left wheels. Fortunately, he was pushed back by the impact, and so no vital organs were hit. However, his left arm and leg were caught by the wheels, and were crushed beyond hope of repair." Daddy paused, looking at them in turn once again.
"You trying to tell us he's going to be crippled?" Mr. Baker asked.
"I'm afraid so. If you want to save his life, his left arm and leg will have to come off, and right now. Within an hour at the outside."
"But can we get him to the hospital that quick?" Mr. Baker asked. "The way the roads have been-"
"We couldn't risk moving him, even if there was time. I'll have to perform the operation right here. It's not a particularly difficult one, and what little aid I'll require can be rendered by my daughter."
"Jesus, I don't know," Mr. Baker gasped. "I mean no offense, Doc, but I'd like another doctor to have a look at him before we go-"
"That's your right," Daddy said with a shrug. "And if you insist, I'll call in a consulting physician. But I can't guarantee that your son will be alive by the time he gets here. I can practically guarantee that even if he is alive that long, he'll be too weak to survive the operation." Daddy leaned forward earnestly. "I'm trying to impress on you the fact that time is our most important commodity now. If we squander too much of it, your son will die. Not may die, or should die, or probably will die. He will die. It's as simple as that. As I said, the decision is yours."
"He wants to be a pro football player," Mr. Baker said with a mixture of pleading and wistfulness.
"I'm sorry. No one likes losing two limbs, whether he's an athlete or not. But he can live without football. If we operate right now. Otherwise, he won't live at all."
Mr. Baker started to say something else, but his wife reached over and squeezed his arm and he fell silent. "What do we have to do, Doctor?"
"Just sign a release form authorizing the amputation."
At the use of the word, both the Bakers shuddered involuntarily, and Karen felt herself wince. But they nodded, and Daddy turned to Karen. "Prepare a release form," he said crisply. "Then come back and help me scrub up."
"Yes, Doctor," Karen said, using his formal title as she always did in the presence of patients and their relations. She felt her eyes fill with tears as she made her way to the front office. She took a release form out of the bottom drawer of her desk and filled in the particulars, making a carbon copy. Then she took both copies back to the office. The Bakers were sitting where they had been, though Mr. Baker had leaned over to put his arm around Mrs. Baker's shoulders. She was crying, her small body shaking with each hard sob. Karen almost couldn't force herself to go inside and disturb them in their grief. But they took the pen from the desk and signed the paper, both copies, first Mr. Baker then his wife, their signatures weak and wavy. Karen placed the release forms under the desk blotter, out of their sight, then went back to help Daddy. He was already scrubbing up.
It took less than an hour altogether. The amputation itself took only minutes, and even with the trimming and sewing and the cleaning up less than an hour was consumed. Karen was amazed at the steadiness with which she witnessed the operation, and even helped in minor ways. There was a hardness to her that she had never known until the past few weeks, as though she had gone through some change of personality. Daddy wrapped the arm and leg in two blankets and took them out to be disposed of in the incinerator behind the house. Then he went back to the office, where the Bakers were still sitting. Karen accompanied him.
"The operation is complete," he said, and Mrs. Baker turned to her husband and buried her face in his chest. She cried long and hard. Daddy stood for a moment before he spoke again. "He's unconscious now. I've given him a pretty heavy dose of morphine, and I intend to keep him doped up for the next couple of days, until the worst of the pain is past. After that he's going to need all the love and understanding you can give him."
That brought on a fresh flood of tears from Mrs. Baker, and her husband started to cry, too. Daddy laid his hand on the man's arm. "I'm terribly sorry that this couldn't have been avoided," he said. "There just wasn't any way."
"I ... I know, Doc," the man said, hardly able to speak. "What ... what do we owe you?"
"We'll talk about that some other time," Daddy said. "Right now you'd better go home and try to get some rest. I'll have Karen give you a sedative."
"I want to stay with him!" Mrs. Baker said. "I want to stay with my baby!"
"No," Daddy replied firmly. "That wouldn't be wise. As I told you, he's going to need you when he regains consciousness, and you'll need all your strength and all your wits then, if you're going to help him. Right now there's nothing you can do to help him. He wouldn't even know you were there."
"Well, when can I see him?"
"I'll have him moved to the county hospital tomorrow. He'll still be unconscious, and I wouldn't recommend it, but if you wish to, you can see him any time after noon."
"Will anyone be with him tonight? In case-"
"There's an intercom hooked up between my bedroom and the recovery room. I'll leave it turned on. If he makes any sound at all, which is extremely un-likely, I'll be bound to hear it. Now Karen will give you each a sedative to take, and I want you to go home and get some rest. You're both going to need it."
Karen gave them each a mild sedative, wrapped in cellophane wrappers, and saw them to a cab. Daddy had suggested a cab, since neither of them seemed in any emotional condition to drive. When they were gone Karen went upstairs and took a shower, because she imagined she could smell the blood and the chemicals of the operation on her skin. Then she went to Daddy's room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette. He was in his robe and slippers. Karen sat next to him.
"You'd better get to bed, Princess," he said.
"I want to stay with you tonight."
"That's not-"
"Please, Daddy."
He shrugged. "All right."
Karen took off her robe and went around to the other side of the bed. She stretched out on it luxuriously, feeling deliciously tired and yet keyed up and excited at the same time. It was a feeling she had never known before, precisely. Daddy finished his cigarette then lay down beside her. He still had his robe on. Karen turned onto her side, facing him.
"Daddy, was that amputation necessary?"
If she had expected a sharp reaction to her question, she was disappointed. Daddy just turned his head and looked into her eyes for a long time before saying, "I thought so."
"No, I mean-" She couldn't keep the curious note of excitement out of her voice. "-I mean, did you do it for Ron? Or for me?"
"That's not a rational question."
"We're alone. You can tell me. You know I'll never tell anyone else. It's all right, really."
"I did what I thought had to be done. That's what every doctor does. You'll have to be satisfied with that answer, Karen. But if you think I did it on your account, think about it before you go off and get involved with someone else again."
"I've already learned my lesson about that. But I'll keep it in mind." She ran her hand over his hairy chest, dipping her fingers under the robe to feel the tight muscles along his rib cage. He didn't respond, but she knew he was aware of what she wanted. She snuggled closer to him and kissed him on the cheek. His beard was all stubbly and scratchy. She liked the feel of it against her lips.
"I'm pretty tired tonight, Princess," he said.
"Are you?" She kissed him again, on the neck this time and saw a little tic there in response. "Really? That's funny, because I'm all turned on at the moment." She released the sash on his robe and flipped it open. "You gave the Bakers a sedative to make them sleep. You know my favorite sedative."
He looked at her oddly, never having seen her in this kind of playfully aggressive mood before. Her hand found his cock, and it came alive instantly to her touch. He grunted, as though with surprise, and Karen laughed throatily. She bounced up on her knees and bent down to kiss the big organ, then held it lovingly against her cheek. "Mmmm." She made a sound of deep contentment, a sound of love. The cock throbbed with his response to her overtures. She pushed the foreskin back and began to lick his prick gently, and it throbbed all the more. Karen felt a heated excitement such as she had never known in her life. It was as though the thing that had been done downstairs, earlier tonight, had sparked some dormant part of her into life. She took his cock into her mouth and moved her tongue all over it luxuriously, while her hands slipped down over Daddy's thighs, dipping inside, then moving over the front and back to the balls and crotch. She could feel the excitement in him, though she had the feeling that he was fighting against it, trying to hold back for some reason.
She pulled her mouth off of the cock and began to lick his crotch and his scrotum, giving him as much spit as she could muster.
"Uhhh," he breathed, and she knew she had him.
Her own loins were hot with desire, and her pussy was spitting out its juices in floods. She drew her mouth away from his crotch, now that she had him excited beyond pulling back, and, rising up, she threw her left leg over his body, straddling him, kneeling there above him and looking down proudly, aware of the effect that her naked nearness was having on him. His eyes traveled over her reluctantly, as though he were fighting the very urge he was enjoying so much, and which she was about to satisfy. Karen squatted down slowly, holding his cock in place as she did so, and fed it between her labia and into her pussy. She came right down onto him, her full weight driving his swollen, hard prick up into her abdomen. She felt a thrill of pleasure amazingly intense at the friction and pressure of it, almost an orgasm. It sent a shudder over her body, and made her moan. Her face contorted with the shot of joy, and she bit her lip and looked down at Daddy. But his eyes were closed. She began to rock her body back and forth slowly, luxuriating in the friction she was creating driving the cock back and forth in her tunnel and bringing herself alive with every movement, more alive and more aware as the pleasure crept up through her body and down into her thighs and calves.
"Uhhh...." she moaned softly, throwing her head back to clear away the thick mass of gold hair that had dropped about her face. Her tits stood out firmly from her body, the pink nipples hard and distended with excitement. Daddy suddenly reached up with both hands and took her boobs in them, kneading them gently but firmly, with desire and need and pleasure, and with love. Karen leaned forward to make it easier for him; and his cock lodged even deeper in her cunt, sending a heated thrill of joy through her, so strong, and so sudden it almost made her cry out.
"Nhnhnh ... nhnhnh ... nhnhnh ... nhnh...." She made little nasal sounds as she continued to rock back and forth, pushing the huge prick in and out, in and out with a delightful friction that had her in a state of dreamy exaltation. Her thighs and her breasts tingled with aliveness, awareness of her own being, and the pleasures of her body, all at once. She could feel the cock throb with life, and Daddy's hands worked over her tits with delicious ardor, making them sting with life and joy. Karen bit her lip and closed her eyes. In her hunched-over position, her hair fell forward, framing her face and lightly touching Daddy's body.
He moved his hands off of her breasts and circled her slowly with his arms, drawing her toward him. She surrendered to his pressure, leaning foward until her hair covered his face; and her breasts, hanging heavily from her rib cage, touched his chest lightly, the distended nipples sliding over him with each movement of her body. The movements were still slow and rhythmic, slow and stately, delightful in the luxuriousness of their very lack of urgency. They were both still in control of the fucking, instead of having fallen under its control.
But slowly, she could feel the situation shifting, and the sensations growing more powerful and more insistent, increasing their control of her, and of Daddy, too, she was sure, by the very fact of growing more pleasing. Their bodies were locked into a single rhythm, her ass working above his abdomen, his hips moving in perfect cadence with her. His hands had slipped down to her ass now, and held to her cheeks lightly, cupping them and helping her to move as he wished, setting the rhythm for both of them. Karen could feel the strength in his palms, and the harsh masculinity of these sensations made her weak with pleasure. Her pussy was gushing with juice, flooding her and lubricating her.
Then she felt his body tighten with sudden need, sudden surrender of control to the fucking, which had taken control of him like some living thing, and she gasped with a quick stab of joy that left her weak and helpless against her own body.
Their rhythm accelerated then, without any conscious volition on the part of either of them. Their bodies pumped and surged with greater urgency, greater need, and she could feel his cock, swollen with desire and joy, jamming into her with all the force of a spear thrust into the body of an enemy, but in this case with all the joy and love that flowed between them. She knew that he was going to come in a moment, and she began to work her hips, tightening her pussy against the thrusts of his prick, holding him lovingly with her muscles, caressing him with her cunt. Then, when he did come, it was like a river, filling her womb with gobs of his body's spunk, driving into her, and sending her off like a skyrocket, her body taut and alive with pleasure, her brain a mass of light and heat and confusion. She lay on him, her tits mashed flat against his chest, his hair scratching he and making her feel soft and feminine and owned by him. Her face lay next to his, and his beard scratched her cheek the same way. His cum shot into her one last time, and she felt her own orgasm so powerful she hardly cried out except for a strangled little sound....
Then it was over, and she spun off into the quiet and peace of total fulfillment.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
It was driving her crazy.
Little things, mostly. Things she couldn't even mention to him, because they would sound so silly, so feminine in the worst sense of the word.
He seemed lost most of the time, as though his mind were somewhere else.
He was preoccupied when she was around, seldom mentioning some new nightie, or a sexy piece of lingerie, the kind of thing that had pleased him so much before.
When he kissed her good-bye in the morning, or hello in the afternoon, it was different. A fatherly kiss. His hands were more reticent in touching her, and there was a different sound in his voice.
When they did make love, he seemed embarrassed, as though he had just become aware that they were committing a forbidden act of incest.
There were other little things, intangibles she couldn't bring up verbally, because he would simply have denied their existence.
And, of couse, there was the main thing: they were sleeping in their own rooms, with only visits between them. But now all the visits were made by her. He never turned her away, though she had the feeling that he let her share his bed and the pleasures of his body out of a sense of duty, as though he only fucked her because she was so horny, and he owed it to her. Or as though he knew, or sensed, that she was going through a bad time emotionally and he didn't want her to crash.
After the incident with Ron, and the hint she had managed to wrest from him that he had amputated without a medical justification, and perhaps had even arranged the "accident" in the first place, her mind was put at ease for a while. And then, when she began to be concerned, the confusion still filled her brain for a while, until finally, after weeks of the bad signals she was getting, and several nights when he went out to make house calls without telling her where he would be, Karen's mind went scampering back....
Back to the night of the dance, when he had disappeared so mysteriously, and had had such a lame explanation when she had asked him about it that night. She had been so upset about her own peccadillo that night, and so shocked that he hadn't seemed to care about it, that she didn't notice the lameness of his answer. But now, it came back to her, and with it another recollection.
Linda Davis had disappeared that night, too. At the same time as Daddy, apparently. And Karen hadn't seen either of them again until she had come home. That night had marked the beginning of the deterioration of their relationship: his lack of interest in her actions, his willingness to let her go off with kids her own age, which he had never approved of before, the kind of head-patting joviality with which he had greeted her news about getting into the car with Ron Baker.
And that night, after he had come home so late, she had had some difficulty, for the first time in her life, in getting his prick to stand up. As though he had been putting it into some other woman ... The thought haunted her from the moment it first occurred to her. It was never far from her mind.
Linda Davis. The beautiful, charming Mrs. Davis, who had shown such an interest in Daddy. Karen had been so sure that the interest would never be returned, that she had a lock on Daddy's affections. Oh, God, she had been so smug about it!
She clung for life to the thing he had done to Ron, and the tacit admission she had won from him that there had been no medical justification for a double amputation. But even that didn't really prove anything, not that she could believe in anything for certain. She and Daddy had been so close, for so long, that it could simply have been a visceral reaction on his part, something he had done to protect her from a threat. It didn't prove I that he was still in love with her.
The thought began to haunt her more and more. Did she really know for certain that he had done it without a medical reason? He hadn't said so to her in plain language. It was possible that the arm and the leg had been crushed beyond repair, and she had misread the whole thing.
It was on a Wednesday that she got her first concrete proof of what was going on between Daddy and Mrs. Davis. She came home from school early and started working at the desk by two o'clock rather than three, as she usually did. The phone rang a moment later, and Karen picked it up and said, "Doctor Arthur's office," in her pleasant, business-like voice.
"Karen?" It was Mrs. Davis. At the sound of her voice, something rose up along Karen's neck.
"I'd like to speak to your father, please." Karen felt an instant impulse to tell her that Daddy was out, or too busy to talk, but she thought better of it. It wouldn't do any good. She'd only call back another time. And Karen decided that she wanted to hear the conversation. She rang through to Daddy's office and left the line open.
"Doctor Arthur." Daddy's voice came through crisp and strong, and it made Karen want to cry just to hear it. She loved him so much....
"Hi, lover," Mrs. Davis said. Her voice carried even more familiarity than the words she spoke, and Karen had to jam a fist between her teeth to keep from giving away her presence on the line. "I thought I'd give you a call, since you're so determined to break my pride. I thought you were going to call me."
"Oh, I'm sorry, Linda," Daddy said, his voice sounding a bit embarrassed. "I've been so busy here. Of course, I've wanted to call you, and I'm glad you called."
"Glad enough to spare me an evening?" Mrs. Davis sounded a little embarrassed at having to be so aggressive with a man, and Karen couldn't help feeling a little sorry for her. She knew how it was to be in love with Daddy. He had a way of drawing a girl into giving everything and settling for whatever he wanted to give in return. "I'm getting kind of lonesome. And horny," she said with a laugh that somehow managed to be mischievous and pathetic at the same time. "You know, if you're not careful, I'm just liable to go find some guy who'll know when he has a good thing going for him." There was a moment's silence on the line, and Karen could almost see Mrs. Davis' heart in her throat as she wondered if she had gone too far, said the wrong thing. But after a couple of seconds Daddy replied with his usual gallantry.
"I know when I have a good thing, honey. I could come over tonight about nine. I'm sorry; I just can't get away any sooner. I have to run some tests in the lab. And I don't know how long I'll be able to stay, either." He sounded almost as though he were trying to talk her out of the invitation. But there was no chance of that.
"Well, I guess I'll have to settle for that," Mrs. Davis said with a bright little edge to her voice. "I'll be ready and waiting."
All through the afternoon Karen went about her work without thinking. She was like a stunned person, in a state of shock from the phone conversation which had so clearly ratified her worst fears. She had the feeling that Daddy detected her emotional state, though he said nothing. By the time dinner was finished and the dishes were in the dishwasher, she knew she wasn't going to be able to make it through the evening without talking about it. She bit her lip and tightened the muscles of her throat, as though she could stop up the words before they spilled out, but she knew that it was going to come out of her, no matter what. She only hoped that by saying part of what she felt, and avoiding any particulars, she would be able to satisfy the urge without blowing things too badly.
At a quarter past seven she went upstairs and took a shower. Then she put on her best perfume, the French perfume Daddy had bought her for Christmas. She brushed her hair and put on fresh makeup, then went back to her room and put on the new nightie, which he had also bought her for Christmas. There was a matching peignoir, and she put that on, too; then she went back downstairs after checking herself carefully in the mirror. She knew she looked as good as she ever would, and she knew, without conceit, or even pride, that that was very good indeed.
Daddy was just putting on his coat. When he saw her he hesitated a moment, as though he could see through her and read her mind. Then he finished putting on his coat, buttoning it up the front and adjusting his muffler carefully.
"Are you going out?" Karen asked softly.
"I have to see a patient," he answered without looking at her. "I'll try not to be too late."
"All right." She stood before him, showing herself in the sexy peignoir, hoping that he would change his mind. For a moment she almost thought he was going to. But then he kissed her lightly on the cheek and started for the door. "Daddy." Something in her voice stopped him like a wall. He turned and faced her, and she could see the hardness in his face, that look she had always feared, because it meant that he was displeased, and determined not to give in. Before he could speak, she said, "Daddy, I love you more than you could know. I worship you." She gave him a chance to speak then, but he said nothing, and his face didn't change. "I'm not like other girls, Daddy. You've seen to that. You've made me ... different. I'm a freak, and I can never have the things that other girls take for granted. I don't mind that. But you can't take away what I do have. That's not fair. I won't live without it."
He looked at her for a long time, and several times she thought he was about to say something. But each time he changed his mind. Finally he said, "I don't know what you're talking about, Karen. I have to go now. I'll try to be back early, but don't wait up for me." He stood a moment longer; then he turned on his heel and left.
After the door had closed, a chill came over Karen, making her shudder.
She sat in the living room for a long time, just thinking about all of it. I don't know what you're talking about, Karen. It was as though they had never been any more than father and daughter, and she was only being a little silly and adolescent about his going out and laying another woman.
Was he planning to marry Linda Davis? Did he really think he could get away with something like that? Did he think he owned her to such an extent that he could throw her away like the wrapper off a pack of cigarettes?
That their relationship as it had existed before was over, she knew without a doubt now. Daddy was going out with other women, and that meant that he no longer looked to her as his sole emotional involvement.
He was ruthless and selfish, not letting anyone else have even a little part of her life, and she knew now that she had loved all of it. Even when he had made her drop out of the school play. That had been a humiliating experience, but he had done it to show her more clearly whom she belonged to, and it had made her feel even more secure. She had thought she hated it, but she had loved it, really.
And the whipping he had given her. He had cared about her enough to hurt her, the thing he loved most in the world. Even when the belt had cut her skin, and stung her, she had loved him for every biting lash.
And, of course, what he had done to Ron Baker, if it had been for her, was the biggest thing of all. She had thought that he loved her enough to destroy another human being just to keep her.
And now, I don't know what you're talking about, was all he could find to say to her.
She went into her room and looked at all the things he had given her since she had been a little girl. The things she had loved because they were from him. The dolls, and the little dime store phonograph she never played any more, because he had given her a better one when she had turned thirteen. Then she went into his room and stood there, feeling as reverent as though it were a church, or a temple for a god she had worshiped. She went to the bed and touched the spread with her fingertips, imagining that she could feel the warmth of him. Then she walked to the closet and opened it and felt his clothes, rubbing a sleeve against her cheek, the way she had done when she had been a little girl. She had always loved him so much....
She went back down to the living room and selected a stack of records very carefully, choosing all his favorites. She put them on the turntable, but didn't turn the player on. Then she made a pitcher of martinis, his favorite drink. She had learned to like them because he did. She mixed the drinks with great care. And then she waited for him.
He came home just after ten o'clock, which surprised her. She went to the kitchen and got out the pitcher of martinis, with the two glasses she had put in the freezer to frost up. She brought them into the living room on a silver tray, and turned on the stereo. When he came inside, after putting the car in the garage, the setting had been laid out to perfection.
He looked tired and drawn, as though he had been through something difficult, and she felt a pang of sadness for him. He was so handsome standing there in his overcoat and muffler, and she worshiped him so completely. He took off his coat and came down the hall into the living room, and she met him at the doorway. She rose on tiptoe, putting her arms around him and kissing him. He was a little stiff, but he kissed her back, and she felt grateful for that.
"What's all this?" he asked when he saw the martinis and heard the music. He was trying to sound jovial and relaxed, but there was a strained quality in his voice. Just this once more, she told him silently. And you won't have to pretend for me any more.
"I thought you'd like to relax a little before going to bed," she said with a smile. "Just like old times between us." She smiled softly, to let him know that she wasn't reproaching him as she had done earlier.
He smiled back and squeezed her hand tightly. Karen seated him in his favorite chair, then went upstairs and got his best robe. When she brought it down he had already taken off his jacket and tie. "Why don't you get more comfortable, Daddy?" she asked, and he rose and took off his shirt and pants and put on the robe over his shorts and T-shirt. Karen poured them each a cold martini as the stereo dropped a fresh record onto the turntable. How long would that record play? She wondered. Twenty minutes? Maybe just a little longer?
"Here's to the future," she said, raising her glass, and he raised his in reply.
"I'll drink to that."
They sipped their drinks together.
"Mmmm, that's just what I needed," Daddy said.
"Yes, it's just what we both needed." They drank again.
"Karen, I have to tell you something," Daddy said, looking straight at her, as he had done in the past.
"I don't think I want to hear it. It really doesn't matter, Daddy. Not any more. Not now."
"Yes, it does. And I want to tell you."
She looked down at the pink peignoir folded across her lap. "All right. If it will make you feel better." She wished he wouldn't tell her now. She wished that he would just leave her these few moments. But she had always wanted him to do as he wished, and she still did.
"I've been unfaithful to you," he said. The words made her gasp, because it wasn't the way she had expected him to say it. "I thought you had guessed, especially after what you said tonight. Believe me, I didn't want to leave you, honey. I told you I didn't know what you were talking about, but I did. I've been a prize bastard lately, and I know it. I've hurt you, and there's no forgiveness for that. In case you don't know, it was your teacher, Mrs. Davis. It was all her idea, if that's any consolation to you. And I went along with her because she reminded me of you. No excuse, of course." He started to raise his glass to his lips again.
"Daddy!" Her shout stopped him, and he looked at her with a puzzled expression. The glass was half-empty. "Nothing, Daddy," Karen said. "I'm sorry." She raised her own glass and drained it, and Daddy did the same.
"I guess I thought it wasn't going to hurt all that much. But then she started to get serious. She called me today and asked me to come over. I didn't want to, Princess. That's the truth. But I knew I had to see her just once more to tell her it was all over, and that there just couldn't be anything between us. I didn't like leaving you to go to another woman, Princess. And I'll never do it again."
"Oh, Jesus, Daddy!" It was too late. But not too late, really. He had told her in time. At least she had heard it and now she knew that he loved her as she had loved him. She rose from the couch and went to him and knelt in front of him. "Daddy, will you make love to me? Right now? Please?"
"Of course." He rose and took off his robe and his underwear, and Karen took off her peignoir and the nightie, laying them carefully on his chair, next to his things. Then she lay back on the floor and opened her thighs to him. He poised his body above her, then raised his hips and came down, shoving his prick into her clear to the root.
The poison she had put in the drinks was a gentle thing, almost undetectable. But it was fast. Karen could already feel it creeping through her veins, the lethargy, the pleasant tiredness, and the sleep that would cover them like a blanket. Then she looked up into his eyes and she knew he had felt it, too; with his knowledge, he had already guessed what she had done.
