Chapter 1
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The second honeymoon turns strange when Dad discovers daughter is very sexually active...
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My wife, Charlotte, wanted us to go on a second honeymoon to rekindle the romance in our marriage, which had grown stale. It was at the point where we were more like roommates who didn't like each other, and stayed out of each other's way as much as possible. I assumed it had something to do with the fact that she had just turned 30, and had been depressed about that for six months before her May birthday.
She had made arrangements with her sister to take care of our 10-year-old daughter Evangeline (Evie) while we spent two weeks at the Emerald Isle Resort on the south Texas Coast – a six hour drive from our northwest Houston home if we didn't run into a traffic jam along the way. A map of Emerald Island showed a lagoon on the south end that appeared to be about a mile long and about a quarter mile wide, so I decided to take my canoe along, and strapped it to the top of our Bronco.
The day before we left for our second honeymoon, Charli's sister got a new job, and informed us that she wouldn't be able to take care of Evie. The deposit was nonrefundable, so our daughter joined us on our second honeymoon, putting a damper on our romantic intentions. I didn't really hold out much hope for the rekindling anyway. For the past several years, I had the distinct impression that Charli just didn't like me.
We checked into the resort Friday afternoon, June 11, 1976 – the day before Evie's 11th birthday. Fortunately, the room we were assigned had two queen size beds. I was afraid I would be sleeping on the floor. As soon as we got situated, I said I wanted to take the canoe to the lagoon on the other end of the island, along with my Pentax and 400 millimeter lens, to see if I could get some wildlife shots. Evie was enthusiastic. Charli less so, but was convinced to come along.
The lagoon was surrounded by cattail, cane, prickly pear cactus, and Palmetto jungle. I got several good bird photos, and a couple of dolphins playing. There was a small island near the north end of the lagoon. It was shaped like a long, skinny comma, about 20 feet long, and 12 feet wide at the widest point, with a sandy beach that was three to four feet wide.
"This would be a great place for a romantic moonlit picnic," I suggested. "The moon will be full tonight, or nearly full."
"What about Evie?" Charli asked. "Does the resort have a babysitting service?"
"I'm not a baby!" Evie declared. "The room has a TV and cable. I can watch movies."
"You promise us that you won't leave the room while we're gone?"
"I promise that I won't leave the room while y'all are gone," she said in a bored tone, rolling her eyes.
When we got back to the resort, Charli said she wanted to work on her tan. Evie joined in on some kids activities. I wandered around with the Pentax, taking photos of people surfing, swimming, diving, golfing, horseback riding, and lounging in the sun. I dropped two rolls of film at the One Hour developing kiosk, and told them I would pick the prints up the next morning.
I returned to our room to find Charli in pain. She had fallen asleep on a lounger by the swimming pool. The left side of her face, her arms, and her back, from neck to the soles of her feet were crimson.
I rushed to the resort's drug store and bought two bottles of calamine lotion. I was applying the lotion when Evie returned to the room.
"Holy shi... wow! That looks painful."
"Watch your language, young lady," Charli said.
"I didn't say it."
"You shouldn't even be thinking it at your age."
"Yes, Ma’am," she sighed dutifully, rolling her eyes.
Charli didn't see the eye-roll. I grinned and winked at the kid, and she winked back. While Charli and I had grown further apart over the past three or four years, Evie and I had grown closer. I had been sexually attracted to my daughter since she was eight years old. I stopped her from sitting on my lap when she was eight because her wiggling around gave me an erection. I told her she was too heavy and cut off circulation in my legs. I occasionally give her a pat on the butt, she gives me a saucy grin over the shoulder. When she has nightmares, I cuddle and soothe her, hoping she doesn't notice my erection.
We've always kissed on the lips. It could hardly be called a kiss. We pucker up, touch lips for a second, and smack. The kisses had been lingering longer and longer over the past two years. She caught me staring at her a few times. She smiles knowingly, and says, "I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Baby," I reply.
"I know," she giggles. The giggles had a hint of naughtiness. Or I imagined a hint of naughtiness.
"I'm sorry, dear," Charli said. "We'll have to put off the moonlit picnic."
"Take me!" Evie said. "I want to go on a moonlit picnic."
"We need to stay here and take care of your mother."
"You two go," Charli said. "I'm going to drink a glass of wine and take a couple of Benadryl." That would put her out for the night. Evie and I could have a Daddy-Daughter moonlit picnic. It wouldn't be romantic. Or could it? Or would it?
I had imagined fucking Charli on the beach in the moonlight. Now, I couldn't stop imagining Evie and I doing it. I tried to get the image out of my head, but it wouldn't go away. The more I tried to make it go away, the more vivid it became.
In the past month, I had seen her naked twice. Both times, she came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel after bathing. The towel dropped. She didn't rewrap the towel the second time. She smiled, picked it up and carried it to her room, as I stared at her bubble butt. Her pussy was exceptionally puffy - fatty. And her prominent clit stuck out from under its hood. I had noticed her pussy when she was a newborn, and later, when I changed her diapers. Several times, I kissed her labia majora, and twice teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. I felt ashamed, and guilty, and quit when she was around three months old.
When she was 6 or 7, I overheard my mother-in-law tell Charlotte that our daughter’s vulva was unusually large.
I went to the bathroom and jacked off. Since then, I jacked off more than once a day, remembering the sight of my naked daughter. She had a nicely shaped ass, and a hint of a waistline. She had no boobs, but her nipples and areolae looked swollen – bee stung.
We left the resort in time to get to the mouth of the lagoon before sunset. I wanted to be on the island before moonrise. I stopped at Crowley's Grocery store along the way to buy a cooler, premade sandwiches, chips, dips, soft drinks, and ice.
When we left the hotel room, Evie was wrapped in her beach towel. She took it off when we got out at the grocery store. She wore a red two-year-old two-piece that now fit her like a skimpy bikini. The front barely covered her pudenda, and one side or the other of the back would frequently slip into her butt crack, exposing the entire buttock.
The sign read:
Family Owned & Operated since 1928
Open 6AM to 10PM
A stocky man who appeared to be 60ish welcomed us, and followed us around the store, asking if he could help, while ogling my daughter, who obviously enjoyed being ogled by an older man. She walked like a slow-motion fashion model, sensually swaying her hips.
"Is this your store?" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am. My parents opened it in 1928."
"Is this the only job you've ever had?"
"No. I was a mailman for a couple of years, in my early 20s."
"Is there any other kind?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"Aren't all men male?" she giggled.
"I meant..."
"I know what you meant," she said flashing a smile. "I was just being a smart ass."
The clerk looked at me.
I shook my head and sighed, "My daughter, the smart ass."
"That's better than being a dumb ass," he said.
"Or just being an ass," I said.
At that moment, the right side of the bikini bottom slipped into the cleavage, exposing the cheek.
"You have a sexy ass," he said.
Then, "Oh shit! Did I say that out loud?"
"That happens to me a lot," I said. "Thoughts suddenly become words and pop out of my mouth. And the words that pop out are always true."
"I hope I didn't offend you, Miss."
"You didn't offend me. I liked it. I like being told that I have a sexy ass," she said, wiggling her sexy ass.
"You really do have a sexy ass, Baby," I said. "A very sexy ass."
"Thank you, Daddy. You never told me that before."
"I was afraid you'd think it weird of your own father to tell you that your ass was very sexy, and get me in trouble with your mother."
"I wouldn't never tell on you, Daddy. I know how to keep secrets."
I looked at the store clerk.
"Don't mind me. I know how to keep secrets too. My youngest daughter and I kept secrets from her mother too."
"Naughty secrets?" Evie asked.
"Yes. Naughty secrets. Very Naughty Secrets," he whispered.
"Me and my Daddy don't have no naughty secrets," she pouted melodramatically.
"I suspect it won't be long until you do," he said.
He then turned to me and shook my hand. "I'm Alex Crowley."
"Frank Harris," I replied.
"Where are y'all going?"
"To have a picnic on a little island we found in the lagoon," Evie said. "Mom and Dad were going to go, and have a romantic moonlit picnic, but Mom got sunburnt, and couldn't go, so Dad's taking me instead."
"I'm sorry to hear about your mother's sunburn. But, I've learned that things always happen the way they're supposed to happen. And, I know that you're going to enjoy your Daddy-Daughter beach feast under the full moon."
We purchased our goodies, hopped into the Bronco, and boogied to the lagoon's mouth. The sun set and the moon rose before we got to the island. We heard drums.
"Indians on the warpath?" Evie giggled.
"Sounds African to me," I replied. I flashed back to a scene from an old movie, The Sins of Rachael Cade. The only thing I remembered was nearly naked natives dancing around a bonfire. It was a very erotic scene for the early 1960s. I got a rock solid erection watching the movie, and got another remembering it. Then, then my cock got harder, threatening to rip through my swim trunks when I visualized me and my 11-year-old daughter frolicking naked around the campfire.
"I see a fire," Evie said. "I think it's on our island."
A small black man in a brightly colored kaftan stood on the beach, waving to us. He helped pull the canoe onto the beach.
"Are you the drummer?" Evie asked.
"Yes, little lady. I am Bongo Joe. I am here to entertain you while you enjoy your picnic." He had a set of bongos, a tall drum and a short squatty drum. There was also a gallon jug of purple liquid that I assumed was wine.
"There was a woman with you when you came earlier," he observed.
"My Mom. Her and Dad were going to have a romantic picnic here, but she got sunburned, and couldn't come. So Dad brought me."
"Everyone who sets foot on my little island always returns. Always for romance. And the romantic desires are always fulfilled."
"He's my dad," Evie giggled. "Romance with my dad?"
"Socially unacceptable, to be sure, and highly illegal, but... not uncommon." He added, "Just have some of my prickly pear and mushroom wine with your meal."
Pouring wine into three crudely hand carved wooden cups, he handed us each a cup and picked his up. "A toast to the wonders of nature," he said, raising his cup. "Drink and enjoy."
He placed the bongos between his knees and tapped a beat. His long, slender fingers seemed to float from the bongos to the tall and short drums. The beat on the bongos matched the beat of my heart. The rhythm on the other drums was soothing, and hypnotically erotic.
Evie finished eating, stood up, shed her swimsuit, and danced. She was so graceful, having been taking dance lessons since she was five years old. Madam Griego said she was born to dance. Evie was the most precocious student she ever had.
My daughter danced along the water’s edge, leaping and spinning. She sometimes seemed to float on air, defying gravity. Then, goosebumps tingled all over my body when two dolphins, less than ten feet away joined in, cavorting with her. Then, I joined in. I don't remember taking my bathing suit off, but I danced naked with her. My erect phallus bounced and swayed ahead of me.
Then, my face was in her crotch. My tongue was deep into her vaginal sheath. I performed cunnilingus for my daughter as she continued to move to the rhythm of the drums.
"Eat me, Daddy. Eat my pussy."
Then she was wildly humping my face, with both hands on the back of my head, pulling me into her crotch. "Oh, God! I'm cummmming, Daddy. I'm cumming. OH, God! Fuucck!"
At that moment, I knew my little girl wasn't a virgin. I knew I wasn't the first man to eat her pussy. I knew, without a doubt, that other men had fucked her. I knew she loved sex. She had fucked a lot, and wanted to fuck a lot more. She loved cock. Grown men's cocks. It wasn't mere suspicion. It was a knowing; a sensual gnosis. My daughter was a slut, and loved being a slut.
I picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and her legs around my waist. My hard cock slipped easily into my daughter's hot, tight, juicy cunt, and we fucked.
We fucked standing. We fucked sitting. We fucked doggy style. We fucked cowgirl style.
I slurped my cum out of her pussy and she sucked my cock. My little girl was an excellent cocksucker. Someone had taught her well.
"Damn, Baby! You're good," I said. I was filled with parental pride. "You're fucking great!"
"You're not bad yourself, Daddy," she giggled.
"That was a truly magnificent performance," Bongo Joe exclaimed. "It was a delight and an honor to witness your unrestrained intimacy."
We loaded up the canoe. Joe gave us the jug and three wooden cups. "Come back. Join me for sunrise."
"We will!" Evie said enthusiastically. "I love it here! I feel like I've been here before, a long long time ago."
Halfway back to the Bronco, we fucked again, doggy style. Then, after we strapped the canoe to the Bronco's roof, I fucked her standing, then set her on the hood, and ate her pussy again.
"You're a really good pussy eater, Daddy. As good as..."
"As good as who? Or should it be, as good as whom? Let's not have any secrets from each other."
"Madam Griego and Me-Maw."
"Your grandmother? My mother-in-law, ate your pussy!?!"
Evie nodded and giggled. "She's been doing it since I was eight years old, and caught her and Uncle Larry fucking."
"Incredible! Nellie let her son fuck her. I wonder how long that has been going on."
"Since I was six, and Mom caught me sucking Uncle Larry's cock. She told Me-Maw about it, and said Uncle Larry couldn't babysit for me anymore."
"Charli told me that Larry didn't want to babysit anymore because it was a girl's job."
"Mom said that we had to keep it a secret from you because you'd murder Uncle Larry if you found out. Then, y'all got Glenda to be my babysitter. She was a lesbian, and the first one to eat my pussy. She was also one of Madam Griego's dancing students, and told Madam Griego that I loved having my pussy eaten."
I shook my head in amazement as I drove back to the resort. "What about fucking? I know I wasn't the first. Other grown men have fucked you. Haven't they?"
She nodded, and watched me in silence for a moment. "You like it. Don't you, Daddy? You like knowing that other men have fucked me."
I glanced at her, then returned my attention to the road. I placed my right hand on her left thigh, and stroked from knee to crotch. "Yes, Evie. I like it. I like it a lot. I fucking love it! If you want to fuck other men, I want you to fuck other men. I want you to fuck anyone you want to fuck. And I want you to tell me all about it. I am so perverted. I want to watch other men fuck you. I want to taste other men's cum in your cunt."
"Me too, Daddy. And I want other men to watch you fuck me. I really got off to having Bongo Joe watch us fuck. I want Mr. Crowley to watch you fuck me. I know he fucked his daughter. I want us to fuck a lot."
"Me too, Baby. Me too."
"When we get back home, you can fuck Mary Lou and Betty Sue, and maybe Sandy too. They think you're hot. 'The sexiest Dad in town' they say."
"No shit?"
"No shit, Dad."
"Have they fucked?"
"Not grownups. Not yet. Mary Lou and Betty Sue are fucking a 13-year-old neighbor who mows their lawn. Brian. Brian's fucked them a few times," she said.
"Let's stop at Mr. Crowley's store!"
"It's past midnight," I replied. "It won't be open."
"Let's stop and check. Pul-ease, Dad-dy."
Evie knew I could never say ‘No’ to her when she asked that way.
"There's a light on inside," she said, trembling with excitement.
"I'm sure there's always a light on inside."
She got out, looked inside and tapped on the glass. "He's here! I knew he would be! I think he was playing with himself."
I shut the engine off and got out as he opened the door. "I hope y'all would stop by on your way back from your full moon beach feast. How was it?"
"It was great!" Evie said. "We fucked. We fucked a lot. You fucked your daughter. Didn't you? That's what you meant when you said that you and her had Very Naughty secrets."
"Yes," he laughed. "That's exactly what I meant. And, I knew that you knew that's what I meant. And, I was certain that you and your Daddy were going to fuck on the island."
"Do you know Bongo Joe?" I asked.
"Bongo Joe, the VooDoo Dude? Yes, I've known him since we were kids. He's a little older than me, I think. But he looks a lot younger. I can't say we were friends back then. This is Texas. White folks didn't have nigger friends back then. But he helped me once when I was 10."
"How did he help you?" Evie asked.
"I fell out of a tree, and sprained my ankle. I thought I broke it. It was swollen and blue. He saw me kind of hopping home. Every hop was painful. I was bawling. Joe mixed up some mud and some kind of plant, and packed it around my ankle. He found a stick that I could use as a crutch, and helped me the rest of the way home. He told Momma to leave the poultice on until morning. The swelling was gone the next morning. The day after that, it felt like it had never been injured."
"Is that how he got the name, ‘The VooDoo Dude’," Evie asked.
"No. His mother, or grandmother, was believed to be a VooDoo Queen, and he inherited her powers."
"Wanna watch me and Daddy fuck?"
"I would love to watch, Evie."
She took her bikini bottom off, and I pushed my swimsuit down. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I guided my cock into her pussy, and we fucked.
Fucking felt a lot naughtier under the grocery store aisle’s florescent lighting than it did by moonlight on Bongo Joe's island.
"Oh, God!" Alex exclaimed, pulling his six-inch cock out, and stroking. "That is so hot!"
"Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck me!"
I didn't last long, and there wasn't much ejaculate. I was pretty much fucked out.
"Wanna watch Mr. Crowley fuck me, Daddy?"
"Oh, yes, Babe. Fuck her, Alex. Fuck my little girl."
"I have a cot in the storeroom."
"I want to do it cowgirl style," Evie said.
Alex wasted no time in getting naked and lay on his back on the cot. Evie straddled him and lowered herself on his jutting prong, sliding up and down on his cock while he bucked wildly. The sight of another man's penis moving in and out of Evie's prepubescent pussy fascinated me. I started to stroke my dick, but it was too tender. He didn't last long.
"I'll do better next time, if there is a next time," Alex said. "It's been so long since I've done it with a sexy little preteen."
"There'll be a next time, Mr. Crowley. I promise. We'll be here for two weeks."
For the first time, I tasted another man's semen in my daughter's vagina.
"Eat my pussy, Daddy. Drink up all of Mr. Crowley's cum. Do you like it, Daddy?"
"I love it, Baby. I fucking love tasting another man's cum in your freshly fucked cunt."
"I love it too, Dad. I want you to watch a lot of other men fuck me, and eat their cum out of my cunt. I love fucking, Daddy. I love having grownups fuck me and I love sucking their cocks. Mary Lou and Betty Sue call me a fucking slut. I love being a fucking slut."
Alex bid us farewell and we hurried back to the resort.
"Do you want the shower first?" I asked.
"Nah. You take it, Daddy."
I had been in the shower less than a minute when Evie joined me. We soaped each other up, rinsed off, and she sucked my cock.
Danger makes any sex act more exciting. The bathroom door was open. Charlotte was in bed a few feet away from the door, out cold. Still... "Suck it, Evie. Suck Daddy's cock."
Evie's sucking slurping sounds were louder than necessary. "Oh, God! Oh, God," I muttered. "I'm going to cum, Baby."
After I finished, I put my pajamas on. Evie wore her usual night time attire, panties and cutoff tee shirt. We stretched out on the other bed.
"Tell me about the other men you've fucked," I whispered.
"Me and Uncle Larry have been fooling around as long as I can remember. Mr. Oliphant, the artistic director of the LaSalle Playhouse, was the first grownup to actually fuck me. He caught me and his 12-year-old nephew, Peter, fucking in the prop room after a rehearsal. Later on, he told me that he had watched us fuck twice before walking in on us."
"How old were you?"
"It was just before my ninth birthday. We didn't fuck right away. We flirted and teased and fondled for a few weeks. Now, we fuck at least once a week. I had been fooling around with Candy Man & Son since I was six. But we didn't do any real fucking until after me and Mr. Oliphant fucked. Candy Man said that I could say that I was ate before I was seven."
"Cute. Grammatically atrocious, but cute."
Candy Man & Son owned a candy store near our home. It was a two story storefront. They lived upstairs.
"They would put me up on a pedestal. Candy Man would stick his tongue in my butt, and Son of Candy Man would stick his in my pussy. They have really long tongues. Longer than yours. Then, after they found out that I was fucking for real, they'd do it with their dicks, which aren't very long. I could feel their cocks rubbing together inside me."
"Is there more?"
"Just one. Juan, the groundskeeper for Heritage Park."
Heritage Park is the subdivision we moved into three years earlier. I hated it. I hated tract home suburban subdivisions.
"There's a storage room in the back of the community room building, by the swimming pool. We do it nearly every other week, when he comes to mow and trim the swimming pool and community room area. Sometimes there are too many people around to sneak me into the storage room."
I took a couple of swigs of the prickly pear wine before putting the jug in the small refrigerator. I quickly dozed off.
In Chapter 2 Evie seduces three firefighters, and a septuagenarian preacher, and discovers her psychic power to make things happen...
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