For what seemed like hours there was absolutely no movement in the room. Nobody spoke, nobody moved, nobody dared even breathe. It seemed to Daphne that the only thing that existed in the universe was her father's angry face, glowering at her from the stairs at the other end of the room.
Finally her father spoke. "Come here, you two sluts," he hissed, spitting out the words between his teeth. The use of the plural word, "sluts" as opposed to "slut", reminded Daphne that her sister Tricia was here too. She shot a glance in her sister's direction without turning her head or twitching a muscle, and was relieved to see that Tricia had been caught in an even more compromising position with Al than she herself was with Robert. That meant that her father would probably be angrier at Tricia. Daphne was no anxious to see her sister get into trouble, but she was a practical child, and she knew that if she had to choose between herself getting in trouble or her sister, the choice was an obvious one.
It seemed as though a year had gone by before Hamilton Burns was striding into the room, pushing his way through the motionless bodies towards where his two daughters lay with their lovers, literally caught in the act. "I told you to come here," he said to them quietly, and in a way that made Daphne's blood run cold within her veins, "and that means that you're supposed to come here!"
The last word was almost a shout, and before Daphne knew what was happening she was being grasped savagely by the tits and being painfully jerked to her feet. Robert's dangling cock popped out of her mouth as she was hoisted to her feet. "Damn it, you little bitch," she could hear her father saying, "Show some respect for me when I'm talking to you and stand up." He gave one of the girl's breasts an angry twist as he spoke and Daphne involuntarily gave a yowl of pain.
He slapped her hard. "Shut up, bitch!" he bellowed at her. "You whore! You slut! Giving your body away to these half-witted schoolboys like that. You come home with me right now and take the punishment that you so richly deserve!"
While Hamilton Burns was occupied with his younger daughter, his older daughter was trying to beat a hasty retreat. Tricia was slowly rising to a standing position and tiptoeing towards the door that led out of here. At the very last moment, however, her father saw her trying to get away. "Hold it right there, you slut!" he commanded, pushing Daphne back down to the floor in his frantic haste to get to his other daughter. "You're not going any place!" And then he had one hand wrapped around Tricia's forearm in an ironlike grip, while with the other hand he was slapping her viciously, and then backhanding her. Then, with a final grunt of paternal anger, he pushed the red haired girl back down onto the floor beside her sobbing sister.
Out of the comer of one eye Tricia managed to make out the figure of Patty Watson, busily engaged in trying to hide behind several of the other orgy participants. There was a look of smugness, of malicious self-satisfaction on Patty's face that instantly told Tricia that it was no coincidence her father had burst into the room like this; somehow or other he had been tipped off, and Tricia did not need any ESP to be able to figure out who had done it. That little bitch, Tricia thought to herself furiously, that little ass-bastard bitch. I'm going to get her for this if it's the last thing I ever do. I'm going to make that little pussy bastard sorry that she ever came anywhere near me. But then Tricia had more important things to think about than revenge, for a moment later her father was yanking her to her feet and then pushing her towards the door.
"Get your clothes on," he ordered both his daughters in a low-pitched rasping tone, "and then you're bath coming home with me. I'm just glad your mother didn't live to see this. If she were alive she'd drop dead from the shock of it. There is NO excuse for this, I hope you both realize. No excuse whatsoever. Now put your clothes on and be quick about it." And then there was nothing that either of the girls could do except to dress, silently and shamefacedly. They could feel the eyes of then friends upon their naked bodies, and it was the most humiliating experience that either girl had ever gone through.
What Tricia and Daphne did not suspect, however, was that this was all part of a plan that their father had devised: a plan to get them both into bed with him. After talking to Sue Carson, Hamilton was willing to believe that his two daughters were indeed ready for sex. And seeing what they had been doing here in Patty's house was the undeniable proof. Knowing all this, Hamilton Burns was now in the throes of an uncontrollable desire to take his two little girls home and really give them the fucking of their lives.
It wasn't quite that simple, though. He knew that he was middle-aged, not nearly as physically appealing as these teenaged boys were. Hamilton Burns was intelligent enough to realize that if he were to merely ask his girls to ball him, or even demand it, they would laugh in his face. That was why he was humiliating them publicly like this, slapping them and threatening them with even greater forms of punishment. The two girls would be so terrified and ashamed that they would be willing to do anything at all, literally anything, if only Daddy would forgive them. And of course, that would be when he would move in for the kill. It was painful for Hamilton to have to strike his daughters like that, especially in public, but he knew that he would really have to pour the tyranny on if he expected to scare them into balling him.
Quaking with fear, Daphne and Tricia managed to dress themselves as best they could. By this time Daphne was crying, and hot tears of pain were cascading down her girlish face. Tricia, on the other hand, could think of one thing and one thing only, and that was revenge. She swore to herself that she would get some of her own back from Patty Watson if it took twenty years. She'd make that little bitch pay for this no matter what.
Finally both the Burns girls were dressed, and they stood submissively before their angry father, knowing that the worst was literally yet to come. They didn't know exactly what was about to happen to them, but they knew that whatever it was it was going to be something extremely painful. This was just what their father had planned: to overwhelm the two young sex-kittens with such a strong sense of guilt and shame that they would do anything he told, them to do. Including going to bed with him.
He had gotten the idea from Sue Carson, his sex-happy secretary. She had been talking to him and had finally made him realize that his daughters were ready to make their first venture into the world of sex. And also that they should take that first erotic voyage with the one male whom they could trust above all others: their father. Hamilton Burns had been a little skeptical of this at first, but now he had to admit that Sue had been right all along.
And a few minutes later the doorbell was ringing and Laura Douglas was standing there, the girl that had just left the orgy over at Patty Watson's house. She had gasped out a frightened tale about how Hamilton's daughters Daphne and Tricia had both gotten hurt, and in surprise their father had run back with her to the scene of the orgy… to discover that his two little girls were not hurt at all, but rather in the midst of some extremely heavy fucking and sucking.
So now Hamilton knew that his daughters were indeed ready for sex. In fact, they'd been having sex on the sly all along and he hadn't found out about it. Just the thought of that long line of grinning boys stuffing their cocks into his two girls made Hamilton seethe with anger. He wanted to protect Daphne and Tricia from boys like that.
And he also wanted to save their pussies for himself. He realized now that it was his two daughters that he wanted to fuck. Grown women like his secretary Sue Carson could be a lot of fun in bed if they knew what they were doing, but a little careful soul-searching told Burns that what he really hungered for was some nice juicy teenage twat. He wanted it and he was determined to get it. And his two daughters were the ones who were going to give it to him.
Hamilton Burns realized now that this was what he had been searching for ever since his wife had died, and even before that: sex with his two luscious daughters. There had been a hole in his life, an unfulfilled emptiness, and up until this very moment he had not known what it was that he would need to fill it. But now he knew. And from now on things were going to be very, very different!
Hamilton Burns was an intelligent man, smart enough to be aware of the fact that what he was planning to do with his daughters was something that very few men did, even in this age of total sexual expression. He knew that he had to go about this in just the proper manner, for fear of doing something wrong. He realized that if word got out about his little love-trysts with his own offspring then he would be a ruined man for certain. Because although society pretends to condone, even encourage, all sorts of things ninety-nine times out of a hundred society simply refuses to understand…
Hamilton Burns found himself smiling pleasantly at the mere thought of sticking his dick into those two voluptuous beauties, and he could feel a flexing movement in the crotch of his trousers that indicated his cock was just as anxious to fuck those girls as he was. Well, it would be very soon now, he promised his quivering phallus. Very soon now indeed!
He stole a glance into the next room, where he'd left his two terrified daughters to ponder the error of their sins and transgressions. He was fully aware that the longer he left them awaiting punishment the more they would suffer mentally, but he also knew that he had to get going sooner or later or else there wouldn't be any fun!
Now came the hard part: he had to select one of his two daughters for the honor of being the first to go to bed with him. But which one of the two, he asked himself? They were both tempting, they were both full-breasted and juicy-cunted. Hamilton Burns was now faced with the difficult but nonetheless pleasurable task of deciding which of his two daughters to fuck first: Daphne or Tricia?
The choice was a hard one, because even though they were both so appealing they were too extremely different individuals. Daphne was still the wide-eyed innocent little girl with the virginal look, and up until the moment that Burns had caught her in the act he had always assumed that she was indeed a bona fide virgin.
Tricia, on the other hand, while undeniably girlish, was showing signs of turning into a woman. There was a more mature, more sophisticated air about her, as though she had the mind of a full-grown woman in the body of a seventeen-year-old girl. No, damn it, he said to himself suddenly. He wanted to screw his two daughters because they were girls! Girls as opposed to women. Shit, he could pick up a woman on any street corner in town. Tricia would probably be a very nice fuck, Hamilton thought, and he knew that sooner or later he was going to find out for certain. But for now he wanted to fuck a girl that was all girl, untainted by even the first trace of maturity or womanhood. For now he wanted to fuck his younger daughter – Daphne!
The time of reckoning had come. Hamilton Burns straightened his tie and strode into the room where his two daughters stood, awaiting their punishment. They both looked up at him as he came in, and there was fear in the eyes of both girls. He glared stonily at Tricia for a second and then he spoke to them both.
"Tricia," he remarked, allowing the words to drop heavily from his tongue as though he were pronouncing sentence, "because you are older than your sister, and closer to the age where you're old enough to do as you please, what you have done is not quite so unforgivable as what your sister has done." He saw a ray of hope begin to flicker into life in the red haired girl's eyes and made haste to extinguish it. "However… Unlike Daphne, you're old enough to know better. I can make excuses for Daphne, but not for you." He saw the dazed look on the faces of both girls and knew that everything was going according to plan: first he'd frightened them with threats of punishment, now he'd confused them by not letting them figure out which one of them was more at fault. At this rate it would not be very long before their resistance broke down completely and they would do anything and everything that he instructed them to do… up to and including incest.
He turned back to Daphne, who by this time was sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm going to deal with you first, Daphne," he informed her coldly. "Unlike your older sister, you may not be so far gone that I won't be able to save you." He pointed at Tricia, "Go into the bathroom and wait for me until I've finished punishing your sister."
Tricia looked up, startled by the unorthodox nature of the command. "Into the bathroom? Why can't I just wait in my own room…?"
"Do as I say, damn, it!" her father bellowed, pushing the older girl savagely into the bathroom and then latching the door from the outside, keeping her a prisoner. In the narrow, degrading confines of the bathroom he knew she would lose the last vestiges of her resistance. Hamilton turned back to the blonde girl, who by this time looked as though she were going to faint. "Come with me to the den, Daphne," he commanded.
She obeyed her father, even though it was clear that she would very much prefer to do otherwise. As soon as they were out of earshot of Tricia he closed the door and then seated himself in the most comfortable chair in the house. "Now then, Daphne," he said, very coolly and calmly, "you realize of course that you have done a very, very terrible thing, and that I would be within my rights to never forgive you for it?"
She nodded sullenly, too downhearted to speak. "And I suppose you are also aware," he went on, "that by rights I should disown you, kick you out in the street to fend for yourself. How would you stay alive? Maybe those boys at the part told you they loved you, but I'll bet that they wouldn't love you enough to take you in and give you a home like I have. And I'm just so totally shocked by what you've done tonight that I really think I ought to just throw you out, you ungrateful little child."
Daphne was crying even more heavily than before. Now was the time. "However, I'm prepared to show you that I can be a nice guy after all. I'm willing to forgive you completely, Daphne, provided that you promise not to do it again, and that you further promise to obey me completely from now on, no matter what. Promise?"
By this time Daphne was so grief stricken, so totally frightened that she no longer bothered to contemplate the consequences of her actions. All she knew was that if she promised to do as her father said then everything would be all right from now on. She nodded. "Yes, Daddy," she whispered hoarsely, "Oh, yes. I'll do anything you say."
Hamilton Burns smiled. He knew that he had won now, and there was nothing left but the most pleasurable part of all: to lie back and enjoy this girl, to feel the insurmountable ecstasy of making love to his very own daughter!
He shifted to a more comfortable position in his chair. "Daphne," he said to his daughter calmly. "Take off your clothes." She stared at him blankly, hardly daring to believe that she had heard correctly. "You hear what I said, Daphne, you didn't seem to have any qualms about parading around naked for all those boys. I'm only asking you to do for your own father what you did for a lot of strangers. Now take off your clothes."
For a long moment the blonde girl stared at her father. He stirred uneasily. Was she going to rebel, he wondered. Then Daphne seemed to remember her promise of total unquestioning obedience to her father and she began to disrobe. She undressed very slowly and hesitantly at first, but once she was used to the fact that she was stripping for her father she speeded up the pace slightly. Soon she was standing before him stark naked.
Hamilton could feel his cock flexing excitedly. Jesus, this little bitch was even sexier than he'd thought! He nodded to show approval. "Very good, Daphne," he told her with paternal benevolence. "Now turn around slowly. Let me get a good look at you from every angle. I want to see just what there is about my little daughter that so many boys are so anxious to get to know her better."
This time Daphne didn't hesitate at all. She turned and posed for her father obediently, even willingly. Apparently she was beginning to enjoy this, and Burns smiled inwardly at the thought. His plans were working out better than he'd dared hope!
"Daphne," the girl's father said to her, very slowly and very calmly, "I want you to understand something, because what I have to tell you is extremely important. Without my permission you've started haying sex with strange boys. Now sex unto itself is fine, but not for a little girl like you. A little girl like you needs proper guidance. Without proper guidance you might go to bed with some stranger who turned out to be a maniac maybe even a killer. You might get involved with lesbians. These things sound unlikely, but they happen to some poor little girl every day. Read the papers if you don't believe me." He saw from the rapt look on the young girl's face that she was paying very strict attention, "What I'm trying to say is, until you get old enough to know the ins and outs of sex for yourself you should only have sex with somebody whom you know you can trust, somebody that would never steer you wrong!"
Daphne nodded to show that she understood. "Somebody like… you, Daddy?" she whispered softly.
There was a very long silence then. Hamilton Burns hadn't expected this to happen. The minute he'd made up his mind to fuck his daughter he had known that he would do it sooner or later, but he had never actually thought that she would do it of her own free will, without any prompting at all from Daddy. But now the blonde child was telling him that she was ready, willing and able to give her father complete sexual satisfaction!
Daphne felt her breath coming in short, excited gasps as her father suddenly stood with her in his arms. She hugged him happily. Suddenly she was grabbing at the top of his trousers, trying to get a look at what he had in there. Hopefully, it was a good-sized prick.
In the corner of the room was a well-stuffed couch that also served as a day bed. Hamilton was picking up his daughter now and carrying her over to the thing and opened it up so that it would be of service to them both. He sat on the day bed with his young daughter cuddled softly against himself. He laid her across the bed and looked at her with genuine adoration in his fatherly eyes.
"I never knew a girl could be so pretty," he smiled. Daphne was lying silently awaiting him, watching the approval that sparkled into life on his face. Her daddy's eyes roved over her tits and then down along the curve of her hips and thighs and then to her long, lithe legs. He moved his gaze back upwards, pausing once more at her tits, then meeting the question in her eyes.
"You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he told her softly. "You're unbelievable! This is actually my own little Daphne lying here. I'm amazed. You're maturing into such a lovely young woman, and I love you very much."
He stood beside the bed and swiftly removed his trousers. Daphne stared at the sway of his cock as he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over a chair. He stepped out of his shoes and socks, then a moment later he dropped his shorts and stood solemnly facing her, naked and unashamed.
She knelt before him submissively, taking his huge strong organ into her tiny hands. And then she began to mouth the tiling. She could feel the throbbing hot pecker as it ran into her mouth. She let the gigantic organ slide deeper and deeper until she was forced to resist its bigness. And then she decided that she wanted to take this man inside her pussy. She wanted to ball this guy, not just suck him off. Because Daphne was having sex with her father, and her father was after all someone very special to her. And she knew that pussy-fucking was a much more special, much more intimate way to say "I love you" than ordinary French-fucking could ever hope to be.
"I want you to fuck me, Daddy," the blonde, girl told him, and Hamilton could, tell by the way she said the words that she genuinely meant them, "I want you to stick your dick into me and make me cream all over the place, I want you to fuck me. Daddy."
Like any good father, Hamilton Burns believed in giving his daughter whatever she wanted. And if she wanted him to fuck her, well, then okay! A second later little Daphne was squealing in delight as he pushed his hard cock up against her frothing pussy. He teased her cunt gently with his fingers and the tip of his organ until he was absolutely certain that her hole was juicy enough to be able to take his organ easily. Because he wanted this to be a gentle fuck, an easy fuck. He wanted his young daughter to experience pleasure at his hands, not pain.
"Mmmm," Daphne whispered ecstatically as his father took her gently by her plump buttocks and lifted her, draping her long shapely legs over his shoulders. His cock had a perfect target, practically a bulls-eye in fact. Then he slowly began to move the big shuddering knob towards the entrance of her softly trembling cunt. "What a beautiful pussy you are," he crooned to her lovingly. "You're my little girl, Daphne, forever and ever and ever you'll always be Daddy's little girl."
And as he spoke he was putting his penis into her. Her pussy was stretched by the size of his cock. She felt the walls of her cunt beginning to suck happily at the delicious new intruder. She rolled in rapture on the day bed as he thrust his glistening man-meat deeper and deeper into her. She clung to him and shook with increasing frenzy as he began to pump in slow, deep pistonlike motions of the cock.
"Yes, yes!" she screamed, ecstatic beyond belief. "That's what I want! Do it to me, Daddy, fuck me good!" He pumped his cock. He twisted his cock into her, literally screwing her. He made small circular motions with the well-trained tip of his mammoth prick that seemed to increase her soaring delirium.
Daphne closed her eyes and lay back, feeling his bigness within herself. She pulsated and quivered from the rapid spread of nerve-tingling sparks that seemed to literally shoot through her cunt and then on down her legs. Her tits seemed to burn. Her cunt seemed to ache. And her whole body throbbed with desire, crying out to be filled with the veritable flaming lava of his sticky hot come-sauce.
She began to pound up and down like some sort of a sexual jackhammer, reverberating with ever-increasing fervor. Up and down, up and down the greasy phallus went. The little girl shook wildly, ecstatically. Before she knew what was happening, she could feel an orgasm taking possession of her body. She throbbed and thrashed on the bed, pinned beneath her father and helpless to resist the onslaught of his cock. She was creaming, she was coming, she was having an orgasm!
She lay back, moaning softly at the thought of the experience. Oh, God, that had been good. She'd been to bed with dozens of boys, and they'd all been good, but none of them had ever been nearly as good as her own father. He was older, he'd been around longer, and that meant that he knew more ways of turning on a chick.
And the fact that he was her father, and not just any old guy, had significance for her as well. It meant that there was that added touch of intimacy in it, that little extra bit of feeling and sensual tenderness.
Daphne, had come to what was indeed the moment of truth in her sex life. She was fully aware now that sex with her father was infinitely more enjoyable, thoroughly more rewarding than sex with a bunch of rowdy, dirty teenage boys. She silently resolved to herself that from this moment on she would have sex with no man but her father… and that she would have sex with him as often as possible! She told him this, and he seemed to be very pleased to hear her saying it.
Hamilton Burns kissed his daughter softly. "Yes, darling," he told her, "thanks to my wonderful secretary I've come to realize that you and your sister Tricia are really ready for some nice grown-up sex. But I want you and your sister both to promise me that you'll never go to bed with anybody but me from now on. Because I love you both very much, Daphne, and I want to have you both all to myself!"
"I promise, Daddy," the little girl whispered, and she genuinely meant it. It was a promise that she would be very happy to keep, for it seemed to Daphne as though a lifetime of fucking and sucking with her big strong father would be the best of all possible worlds. "I promise," she repeated solemnly.
"I'm glad to hear it," he replied, and gave her soft rump an affectionate swat. "Now take your cloches and get upstairs and go to bed. You're a growing girl, and you've got to get plenty of sleep if you want to grow up big and strong. Good night, Daphne."
Daphne giggled, feeling three or four years younger than she actually was. She felt as though she were closer to her father now than she had ever been before, and she wanted that closeness to go on and on forever!
She got out of the bed obediently and began to scoop her clothing up off the floor where she'd put it. She had to bend over to pick them up, when she did so she was offering her father a magnificent view of her delightfully well-rounded ass. He swatted it again for luck and then sank back onto the bed. "Oh, and one thing more, Daphne," he called out in a lordly manner as his young daughter began to leave the room.
She turned back, and there was adoration in her eyes again. "Yes, Daddy?" she whispered breathlessly. "What is it?"
He grinned at her. "Before you go ups unlatch the bathroom door and send your sister to me. It's going to be her turn next!"
For a second Daphne hesitated. She didn't get off on the thought of sharing her father with big sister. Tricia was older than Daphne and better looking, and the little blonde girl was certain that in a sexual competition between the two of them she would have to come off second best to Tricia.
But she remembered her promise to her father, her promise to obey his every order unquestioningly. She blew him a kiss from across the room, whispered a final affectionate good-night, and then turned to go. A moment later she was gone.
Hamilton Burns sank back onto the softness of the day bed and closed his eyes. This was good. This was fucking damn good, he thought to himself. He felt better than he'd felt in years, possibly batter than he'd ever felt before in his life. It seemed to him now as though having sex with his daughters was the one true happiness that he had been searching for all his life, and that he had never found up until now.
But now that he had found it he certainly wasn't going to waste any time making the most of it.
He detected a movement at the other end of the room, and he turned to see who was there, even though he knew without looking that it was his other daughter, Tricia.
"Come in, Tricia," he said to her quietly.