Sherry got home at three, famished. She'd been smoking dope all day and planning parties with Amy and Jimmy. They hadn't made it again, though, trying to decide on a fourth person for tonight. In the kitchen her mother was chopping vegetables, her face tense and anxious as usual. Poor mother, Sherry sympathized, a real zombie. She began making herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
"Your father is up in your room, Sherry. He's been waiting for you all afternoon. He wants to talk to you."
Sherry froze. "About what?"
"I don't know," her mother sighed. "He seems angry, though. I think you should see him first and eat later."
Oh. Jesus, she thought with a stab of fear. He couldn't possibly know, could he? Her father, by anyone's standards, was one stern son-of-a-bitch. Trembling, Sherry put her sandwich down on the table. No one kept Carter Hawkins waiting.
Reluctantly, she went upstairs. He sat quietly with his leg crossed on her overstuffed chair. "Shut the door," he said softly, "and lock it, Sherry."
She obeyed him. She faced him, biting her lip. "Come sit next to me," he said in that deadly quiet voice. Sherry did as she was told. She didn't dare look at his icy handsome profile. How could he know? She sat on the edge of the chair and watched his fingers methodically open his briefcase.
He took her blue diary out and handed to her.
"Oh my God," Sherry moaned, afraid to move. "Oh, Christ!"
"Sherry," he said in a strange, heavy voice, "there coma a time when a father must exert discipline. Understand that, child. I know what you have done, every filthy detail. It's all there, in your journal of obscenity. Turn the radio on, please."
Barely daring to breathe, Sherry went over to her bedside radio and switched it on. Loud rock music filled the room. With her eyes downcast, the young girl went back to her father and stood before him, waiting.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," she sniffed, "I couldn't help it, honest. I just went crazy with sex…"
"Take your jeans down," he said. "I haven't spanked you since you were six, but you must be punished."
Obediently, with shaking hands, Sherry slipped her jeans off her legs. She stood before him in sheer black panties. His eyes bored at her tawny plump thighs, and the blonde girl felt a shudder of eerie excitement. She was only half-naked, with her T-shirt still hugging her blossoming tits, and yet she felt a wildly lewd excitement with her own handsome father as she trembled before him.
"Sit over my lap," he ordered hoarsely. Humbly, Sherry hunched over his thighs, her belly on one leg and her tits on the other. She shut her eyes tightly as she felt his hands slide her panties down over her thighs, baring her naked ass.
"Don't hurt me, Daddy," she begged. "Please!" Carter Hawkins took a deep shaking breath. He stared raptly down at his daughter's juicy young ass-cheeks, feeling his prick throb with urgent power. He began stroking her silky ass-flesh with his fingers feverishly, spreading the cheeks apart to gaze at her succulent pink pussy, so tiny and vulnerable.
"Daddy? Aren't you ring to spank me?" Sherry quavered. "Aren't you going to punish me? I was terribly wicked, I know, but I couldn't help it…! got so hot, so worked up!"
He slid her panties completely off her legs and tossed them aside, his breath gasping. What a juicy little ass! So satiny and tawny, so smooth and luscious! He could feel her boiling young crotch pressed to his thigh as he lewdly squeezed and pinched her hot ass-flesh.
"Daddy? What are you doing?" Sherry groaned. "Oh, Christ, you're getting me hot!"
Carter Hawkins last the last vestige of his control at the delicious feel of her plumply-curved ass, wriggling anxiously and passionately beneath his fingers. He began to spank her lovely young ass, slapping its luscious flesh eagerly. Her cries only sparked his excitement, and he brought his palm down fiercely on the soft skin rapidly, watching the checks turn crimson, a luscious tint that made his cock pulsate with feverish desire.
"Daddy, it hurts! Ooooooooh, God, mmmmmmm!"
Her steaming pussy rubbed wildly against his leg as he punished her and he suddenly realized she was aroused, that she was squirming her crotch lewdly on his thigh.
"That's enough," he said hoarsely.
Groaning, Sherry climbed off his legs and stood in front of him, her plump tits panting against her jersey. Her golden, silky tangle of pussy-hairs glistened wetly with excitement. He suddenly sensed that Sherry was no longer afraid of him. Her eyes were looking at the enormous bulge tugging at his pants.
"You did that to get excited, didn't you, Daddy? To get us both worked up."
"That's enough," he snapped, but he was unable to tear his gaze from her tawny thighs.
"You want it, don't you, Daddy?" Sherry said lasciviously. She suddenly knelt between his thighs and pressed her warm hand to his fiercely throbbing prick, squeezing to make Carter groan. She reached for the zipper on his fly. He wanted to stop her but his hands wouldn't move, wouldn't obey his will. Her hot fingers reached inside and brought out his gorged rod.
"Oooooooh, Daddy! That's a honey!" she crooned, jerking it eagerly, and Carter had the eerie sensation that he was listening to the librarian talk.
With a moan of impatience, Sherry suddenly rose, whirled around with her luscious ass-checks bouncing, and nestled herself on his lap. She clutched his fleshy rod between her hot thighs, squirming her cunt up and down along its burning surface with squeals of delight.
Panting, Carter slid his hands beneath her jersey and grasped her warm little tits, cupping and squeezing their hot nipples.
A moment later Sherry swung up her hips, poised her juicy cunt-lips directly over hiss quivering prick and slid down on his shaft with a long wanton moan.
"Oooh, Daddy! That's – aaaaah – wonderful – Ummmmmm!"
Her silky hot cunt began squirming blissfully on his cock. Normally exerting a strong control over his passion, Carter Hawkins found himself tremendously excited at the feel of her tight burning pussy and hot ass-checks bouncing eagerly on his lap. He grunted with surprise and pleasure as his daughter suddenly shuddered her slit in a furious back-and-forth motion on his pulsing prick, ten shifted to a feverish side-to-side motion.
"Oh, I love it," Sherry moaned happily, "oh, Lord, how I love to fuck! Unnnnnnnnngh!"
The obscene words only fired Carter's excitement. Sherry quickly twined her ankles around her father's. One hand dined down to seize his balls and gently squeeze them while the other clawed at his leg. The blonde adolescent suddenly swung her hips in a wide grinding motion and new thrills raced along Carter's surging prick.
"Fantastic," Carter groaned. "What a fuck, Sherry! What a fuck!"
"My clit, Daddy! Do my clit… aaaaaaagh! I'm gonna come soon, mmmmmmmmmm, love it!"
His hand released a bouncingtit and quickly slid down over her hot belly to probe her cunt-hairs. He found her tiny swollen clit and began stroking its wet juiciness with his middle finger. The blonde arched her back with bliss and let out a soft scream as her orgasm began rippling through her hotly sucking pussy. She writhed and thrashed and bounced so furiously on his throbbing cock he found himself losing control. He began to conic in her madly wriggling cunt, great gushes of hot fluid spattering wildly.
"Oh Daddy! Oh D-D-D-Daddy! Shoot it in me! Gimme more! Unnnnnnng! More! Let's fuck again!"
It took the girl five minutes to calm down, an the while twitching and squirming her pussy in a frenzy of delight on his softening prick. Finally she leaned back against him with a happy sigh.
"I love your big cock," she moaned. "Let's do it again, can we, Daddy?"
For the past ten years, Carter Hawkins had never been able to get an erection more than two – three at the most – times a day. But already his prick was beginning to swell with lust as Sherry squirmed her tight hot pussy lewdly on it. He knew he would be good for at least two more wild sessions with Sherry.
He thought of his quiet, sexless wife downstairs in the kitchen. He thought of the librarian, and how the lush brunette had sparked a searing flame of lust in his daughter. He debated the possible hazards and consequences of having an incestuous affair with his own deeply passionate daughter. He studied and weighed all the factors, as he would a complicated insurance policy.
"Can we fuck again, Daddy?" Sherry whispered. "Can we do it on the bed this time? I want to try out different positions with that beautiful cock of yours. Can we do it every day? Twice a day, at least? Why are you so quiet?"
Carter Hawkins rubbed his fingers along Sherry's tawny moist thighs. They were like fiery silk to his touch. Her hot young pussy wasn't jaded, like his Wednesday-blonde's, and while it wasn't as lewdly experienced as the librarian's, it was infinitely more tight and luscious. Already his cock was rigidly quivering inside her eager cunt-flesh, primed for action.
The only sensible thing to do with Sherry was send her away to her grandmother's, for at least the rest of the summer. Perhaps things would die down after a while. He was certain the librarian was gone forever, after his unforgettably harsh lesson and ominous warning. Things could be safe and normal again by fall. He could put this depraved incident completely out of his mind and concentrate on his manacled blonde.
Having studied and weighed all the factors and risks just as he would an insurance policy, coal, methodical Carter Hawkins came to his decision.
"Get up," he told Sherry.
The blonde girl eagerly stood up, her succulent asscheeks still blushing with his punishment. Carter stood also. He began to unbuckle his belt.
"Get on the bed," he told her. "And take off your jersey. I want to see those cute little tits."
Sending her away was the only sensible thing to do, but Carter Hawkins had decided to hell with common sense. He would accept the risks, dangerous as they were.
The only insurance he had in this particular case was Sherry's soft tawny nakedness, weaving sensuously on the bed. That she would be the most exciting, wanton and unforgettable piece of ass in hiss life, he could guarantee one hundred percent.
And nothing else mattered to him.