Cleveland Martingale let himself into his living room, turned on the lights, and stood bobbing, weaving, and blinking foolishly at the sight that met his eyes. The huge room was a shambles. Three chairs were overturned, a tall floor lamp lay broken on the floor, clothing and other furnishings were scattered haphazardly about the room.
Beverly lay stark naked on one of the living room couches, one leg thrown over the back, one foot resting flat on the floor. Her wide open cunt was oozing thick oysters of shiny silver cum.
"My God oh my God!" Cleveland roared, stricken almost cold sober, afraid that Beverly was dead had been-"raped and killed.
"Beverly oh God Beverly, darling, speak to me what happened?" he yelled frantically, running to the couch to drop to his knees beside his daughter.
Grabbing her wrist, he felt for her pulse; laying his head flat on her breasts, he listened for her heartbeat.
Her pulse was normal, her breathing heavy but regular, her heartbeat strong.
"Beverly Beverly, speak to me Beverly!" he continued to cry, massaging her wrists, slapping her face lightly.
Beverly lay as though dead.
"Valerie!" Cleveland cried, stumbling to his feet to run into the master bedroom, "Valerie Valerie where are you, baby, oh God, what's going on what's happened?"
The bedroom was empty, the huge circular waterbed had not been slept in.
"Oh God oh my God what's going on around here what's happened?" he cried to the walls as he dashed back into the living room to find Beverly lying exactly as he had left her. "Where's my wife what's happened to my baby what's going on?"
For a few minutes he ran around in circles, setting overturned chairs upright, straightening the other furniture, going back to Beverly again and again to call her name touch her face unable to decide whether to call a doctor, the police, or both. In one of his frantic returns to the couch, he bent to kiss her lips, and recoiled in disgust.
Drunk. Beverly was dead drunk. Even through the sour, whiskey-soaked smell of his own breath, she smelled like a distillery.
Standing up and sniffing the air again, Cleveland screwed his face into a mask of even deeper; disgust. Pot. The living room fairly reeked with the funky, pungent smell of marijuana smoke.
"She's had a goddamned pot, booze, and sex orgy," Cleveland snarled, "right here in my house. Goddammit, where the fuck is Val? I'll kill the brainless whore for leaving this girl home alone giving her a chance to get fucked up like this. Goddammit, just wait until the bitch gets home, we're going to have a pow-wow about this fucking shit, and all of her excuses and explanations had better be goddamned good ones."
Almost sick with revulsion at seeing his daughter in such condition, Cleveland wheeled and stumbled blindly to the bar, where he snatched a full fifth of bourbon from the shelf. Filling a water glass half full, he gulped it down in one huge swallow.
The whiskey calmed him, put him back into an immediate stage of drunkenness that wouldn't allow him to get excited about anything. Letting his eyes fall to the bar top, he saw a neat stack of Valerie's personal stationery. The first page was addressed to him, and was covered with her neat, artistic handwriting.
With trembling hands, Cleveland picked up the half-dozen sheets, and began to read.
Dear Cleveland,
I knew you'd find your way to the bar, so Fm leaving this letter where you'll be sure to see it. Sit down and make yourself comfortable before reading any further, because what I am about to tell you will knock you off your feet.
"What the fuck is this?" Cleveland muttered, filling his glass to the brim, and walking carefully with it and the letter to take a seat in the easy chair before the couch.
I’m not going to try to pretty this up for you Cleve, Fm going to put it in words just as raw, brutal, and vulgar as the reality I have lived with for so long. Just by looking at Bev, you can see that she has been fucking right here in this house. That's nothing strange, though, because she has a house full of boys, all of whom she fucks, every time I go to play bridge, as I did tonight.
The room is in a shambles because Steve came home a week early from college, caught his sister getting gang-banged by three guys simultaneously one in her mouth, one in her cunt, and one up her asshole, and beat the boys up, and threw them out. All well and good if he had let it go at that, but when I came home, I caught him our son, Steven fucking her, and she was so drunk she didn't even know it was happening to her.
I almost had a heart attack. I called him every filthy name I could think of. Then he sat me down, calmed me down, and gave me a good talking to.
The gist of it was that he has been fucking his sister for over a year now, and apparently it’s done her no harm, because when he is home she is a perfect angel. I told him that you would kill him when you found out, and he said that was the chance he'd have to take, because he sees nothing wrong with his fucking Bev, and if you and I couldn't see things his way, then he'd leave and wouldn't come back.
I knew he was serious, and there was no way that I could stand to see him go. He had nothing at all bad to say about you, but I did. I blamed you for this situation, and I still do. It's your neglect of Bev that has turned her into a boy-crazy nymphomaniac, and your neglect of me that has turned me into a nervous, cock-hungry wreck. To make a long story short, Steve said he was going to a hotel, until I talked to you, and found what your reaction would be. I decided to go with him, because if he goes for good, I go for good. It is as simple as that.
Steve says she has the best cunt in the world, he is hooked on it, and if you decide to take us back, his one condition is that he be allowed to fuck his sister undisturbed. He has my blessings, and is waiting for yours. As for me and you, you know I love you with all my heart, body, and soul, but I also love my kids, and I want the family together at any cost. I interrupted Steve before he had an orgasm, and as we leave he has the most gorgeous hard-on imaginable. I am going to sleep with him, and I am going to sleep as I always do nude. So whatever happens happens. What you decide to do with Bev is completely up to you. I won't tell you where we are, but I'll call you tomorrow at about noon to get your decision. Have a good time, because I intend to.
Luv, Vol.
Cleveland didn't know what to think, even could he have assembled his thoughts in his drunken condition. He leapt up from his chair and walked around in circles. He chewed his bottom lip, pounded his fist into his palm, ran his hands distractedly through his hair, but no coherent thoughts would surface.
All he could think and say over and over was, "Oh God, what have I done? What am I going to do? It's all my fault, what am I going to do? Oh God oh Val Val Beverly oh shit I'm going crazy crazy what am I going to do…?"
Stopping to stare dumbly down at his naked daughter, Cleveland seemed to snap out of his stupor and come alive. As though he had suddenly realized that there was nothing at all keeping him from fucking Beverly, he began to hastily scramble out of his clothes.
"I'm s-sorry, Bev, baby, sweetheart," he moaned, "I can't help it I c-can't help m-my-self I've got to fuck you… Oh God oh God, I've wanted to fuck you for so long so long you’ve been driving me out of my fucking mind since you were a pre-teenager oh God I've got to I've got to… "
Bending, hopping on one foot at a time, almost falling flat on his face as he pulled off his socks and shoes, he kept jabbering passionately, drunkenly. He seemed to feel that he couldn't go through with it unless he first put his thoughts and actions in words to what he assumed to be the deaf, unconscious ears of his daughter.
"I don't know what Val expected me to do how she expects me to handle this -but if she only knew if she only knew what a big-assed favor she has done by putting me in this position. I’ve been wracking my brains for ages trying to figure a way to get into your sweet pussy, baby, without breaking up my marriage without feeling guilty for taking advantage of your love, trust, and innocence… "
"Why doesn't he shut up and fuck me fuck me?" Beverly whispered silently to herself, staring from under her eyelids at the biggest cock she had ever seen. "I can't play this game much longer if he doesn't get that gorgeous hunk of meat into my steaming pussy soon, I'll jump up from here and rape him."
"Oh God, what a perfect solution to all my problems," Cleveland ranted on. "I know Val suffers from a lack of cock. She needs it day and night every day, and every night Now she can get it from Steve, and nobody will be the wiser nobody will know, or even suspect it, but us. I wanted you to be a good girl, Bev, baby," he spoke down to her as though they were carrying on a normal conversation, "just like all fathers. I wanted you to stay a virgin until you got married. Still I wanted all other girls all the other fathers' daughters to be little whores ready to fuck any time I wanted them."
Cleveland actually laughed out loud, stumbling backward from the couch, going through an awkward, off-balance dance of happiness at the 'way things were turning out for him.
"I'm so glad now, though, that you're fucking, I don't know what to do. I'm glad you're fucking Steve, and your mother caught you at it. I'm glad she understands, and is practically giving me permission to get some of your lovely, hot, sweet ass myself. We're gonna work it out, baby. We're gonna be a close, happy, loving family again no more chasing teenaged pussy for me, 'cause I got the sweetest one in the world right here at home."
Suddenly Cleveland was quiet, and Beverly was about to open her eyes a bit wider to see what had turned him off, when the couch cushion sagged under Ms weight. He was on his knees, between her legs, staring hypnotically, almost reverently into her cum-filled cunt.
She gasped almost audibly, jerked imperceptibly as she felt his wet, hot lips kissing the insides of her thighs, his long, flat tongue licking away at the excess jism that had spilled over, oozed down. She gasped again, louder this time, as his searching mouth clamped over her open love canyon, and only his loud moans and sloppy sucking noises kept him from hearing her.
"Oh God Jeezus how long how long I've waited for this," Cleveland growled slobberingly as he sucked mouthfuls of cunt-warmed cum into his throat. "I don't care how many guys you’ve fucked, baby I don't care how many cocks you’ve sucked I'm not gonna be jealous anymore, 'cause I'm gonna be having you, too. I'm gonna make it so good to you, that you'll never say no to me… "
All the surplus cum had been drawn out of her cunt now, and still he sucked wetly, greedily, like a starving man sucking the marrow from a bone after he has sucked away all the meat. Moving his mouth reluctantly away from her pulsating hole, he sucked her pussy lips outer lips inner lips both sets at once moaning in frustration because he couldn't get all of her sweet, juicy flesh completely into his hungry mouth.
Lifting her bottom, spreading her cheeks, he licked and sucked her asshole. He was thrilled almost sober at the hot, rubbery tightness of her anal sphincter, gripping his probing, digging tongue, ecstatic at the always shocking sweetness and softness of the convoluted flesh inside this secret, sacred passage.
This action, Beverly could live with. It felt good, heavenly, and she knew if he kept at it long enough she would eventually come. But she knew, also, that he would stop long before she reached that point; She knew that this was just foreplay, an appetizer, and that the real thing was not far away.
Her eyes were wide open now, staring down at the top of her father's head, rolling and bobbing between her splayed thighs. She thought of his drunken declarations, his pussy-muffled words, and almost sang out her joy that their scheme had worked so perfectly. Then she clamped her eyes hastily shut again as Cleveland stopped sucking her asshole and slid up her body.
"I wish you were awake, baby," he whispered huskily into her ear, "so I could tell you everything is going to be all right so I could forgive you for how you've treated your mother, and ask your forgiveness for how miserably I have treated you both. I wish I could tell you and make you understand that there is nothing wrong with what I've done, and what I'm about to do to you. It is as right as rain, because I love you I want you and I'm tired of living a lie tired of the hypocrisy and bullshit that has been my life for so goddamned long."
"I am awake, daddy," Beverly cried happily, flinging both arms around her startled father's neck, clamping her mouth to his in a burning kiss that stopped all speech all desire for speech.
The kiss lasted for a long time, and when it was broken, Cleveland's massive cock was thrust deep inside his daughter's wet, clinging vagina. He was groaning aloud at the tightness, slickness, hotness of the velvety grotto. She was staring in wide-eyed, open-mouthed shock at the compelling way his cock filled her cunt to bursting, yet felt better than any cock she had ever captured in her tender man trap.
"I'm not drunk, either," she panted as he began to stroke mightily, "I've never been drunk in my life I don't even drink, nor do I smoke pot. This was all arranged to get you to fuck me."
"Arranged by whom? Val wrote that letter uhh didn't she?"
"Yes, she wrote it we arranged it me, mommy, Steve, Dick, Mona, and Gina.
"Dick, Mona, and Gina?" Cleveland cried, almost missing a stroke, nearly breaking his rhythm as he repeated the names that he had so often heard from Marcus. "Dick, Mona, and Gina who?"
"Dick, Mona, and Gina Bianchi the son, wife, and daughter of Marcus Bianchi."
"But but I don't understand how when what…?"
"Hush, daddy, darling, it's too complicated to explain now," Beverly laughed, locking her thighs around Cleveland's back, and forcing him into renewed action. "Anyway, mommy, Stevey, Dick, and Mona are down in the family room right now, and they're doing the same thing that we are. Gina has gone home to try to trick Marcus into fucking her. Now come on and fuck me, sweet daddy fuck me like you mean it fuck me like I've wanted you to fuck me for ages. Then we'll go downstairs and get you properly initiated."