Each time the elevator door opened, Fern hung her head and stepped out of the elevator, muttering a hello to anyone who was stepping in. She then strode down the red carpet of the fifth-floor motel hallway and made a left where the L-shaped hallway turned.
She was self-conscious about prancing up and down the hallway in her ribbon-sized bikini, and about having to step out of the elevator again and again. Although the people entering the elevator were different each time, Fern had gone in and out of the elevator so many times that she felt these people could sense what she was up to.
After an hour and a half of pacing up and down this hallway, after an hour and a half of slipping into the open elevator to hide, and then slipping out of it again to let paying motel customers ride down to the beach, Fern was beginning to think of herself as a ghost, as the ghost who haunted the fifth floor. At the end of the hall, she wheeled around to begin her journey back to the elevator. In the red carpet ahead of her, she thought she could see a trail, a trail warn in the red carpet by her own bare feet. She had to stop this, had to get out of here. She would give Penny another few minutes, and if Penny didn't show her face by then, Fern would split.
Fern pushed the button, calling the elevator back up to the fifth floor. It took forever to arrive, and now, after having waited for it so many times, it seemed to take longer than forever. It was like a dog called too many times. It was tired – wanted to rest. Fern pressed the button again and again. Not that it would speed up the damn thing. She just needed to do something with her hands.
She hated waiting – waiting for poky elevators or waiting for devious cousins. The possibility was that Penny would never show her face. Maybe Penny hadn't even gotten off on the fifth floor, but had instead gotten off on some other floor while Fern's attention was distracted for a second. That would be like Penny – to slip away in a blink.
The elevator door opened, and Fern stepped in. The door closed, and she leaned against the wall, waiting. She could be rolling in bed with two college guys now, she thought disgustedly. Those two guys in the pickup truck were college guys down on vacation from Virginia. They had begged her to go back to their motel room with them. They'd said they'd even pay her, pay her to let them fuck her. She smiled. If she took money, that would make her a whore. Maybe being a whore wasn't half so bad. Those men turned her on. She loved their man-sized cocks. Oh, why keep thinking about them? They were gone now, and here she stood, freezing her bare ass off in an air-conditioned elevator. All because of Penny.
Fern had followed Penny from a distance after the guys had let her off. She'd slipped into the lobby of this motel just as Penny was entering the elevator. She'd watched the floor indicator above the elevator door in the lobby. She was sure that Penny had gotten off on the fifth floor.
What was Penny doing up here? Who was she seeing? The unanswered questions made Fern want to wring Penny's neck. If she ever found out the answers, she was going to tell Penny that she knew all about her secret goings-on.
The elevator began to move downward. On the third floor, a fat middle-aged man in a baggy swimsuit stepped aboard carrying his beach towel. He stared at Fern all the way down to the lobby. Fern could hear him breathing heavily. When the door opened to the lobby, he stood there, unmoving. Fern glanced up at him. He was red as a salmon, and he smiled in a silly way.
"After you, my dear," he said, extending his arm to show her the way out.
"I'm not getting off here," Fern said.
"Oh," the man said. "Oh, oh." He blushed even redder, then waddled out the door. As the door closed behind him, he was looking back at Fern with an even sillier grin.
Fern pushed button five, and the elevator started back up. Silly man, she thought, but she was smiling. She felt a sense of power. That man wanted her. Almost every man and teen she passed wanted her. They'd do almost anything for her. They'd crawl for her. They'd give her money. She really hadn't realized that before. She'd always been too shy, too embarrassed to take a good look at the males around her. But she was looking now, and she was seeing more and more to smile about.
At the fifth floor, the door opened. A couple was walking down the hallway – a young couple. They looked like newlyweds. The woman was walking funny, as if she had pissed in her bikini. As they entered the elevator, Fern greeted them and stepped out into the hallway. She's been well fucked, Fern thought as she began her last trek down the hallway. The new bride had undoubtedly been a virgin until her wedding night. Fern felt gleefully satisfied. She herself was only eighteen, and already she'd been fucked by four boys and had sucked off two others. She knew all about fucking. The man who married her would marry an experienced woman.
At the end of the hall Fern made her final pirouette. She had wasted an hour and a half, but she wasn't going to waste any more time. Back to the elevator. As she reached the corner where the hallway turned, she heard a door open. She stepped back out of sight just as Penny came out of a room.
"See you tonight," Penny said, and she wiggled down the hallway and rang for the elevator. Her black hair was tangled and, even from where Fern stood, she could see purple hickeys on Penny's brown calves. Penny bounced into the elevator and was gone.
Fern stood there for a few moments as if she'd just been hit over the head. She was right – Penny had gotten off on the fifth floor, and Penny had been visiting somebody, just as she had told her. But now, for a look at the man who was supposed to be in that room. How could she get a look at him? Knock on the door and say, "Hi, just wanted to get a look at you"? She almost laughed out loud at the idea, but without really considering what she was doing, she walked straight up to the door and put her ear to it. She heard some shuffling sounds inside. She pressed her ear harder to the door, straining to hear more.
It was a horrifying sound – the sound of lock mechanisms sliding metallically, clicking suddenly. And before her mind could tell her to react, before she could coil her strength and spring away from the door, she found herself riding with the opening door. As she crashed into the motel room, she felt her heart lift up and lodge in her throat, and she let out a defeated shriek. She'd had it.
"I was just…" she started to say, but she was interrupted by the pained voice of a man.
"Oh, my God! My God!" he said. "I can explain. I'll explain everything."
Fern gazed up at the man, aware that her mouth had dropped open as if her jaw muscles had become paralyzed. Her father stood above her looking like he had a bad case of the flu.
"Daddy?" she said. "Daddy?"
"I can explain," he said, lifting her to her feet. His hands shook, and they felt almost limp to Fern. She stood up more under her own power than due to his lifting. As be closed the door, Fern looked around the room.
The large bed – the center of attraction in the room – was a jumbled mess of sheets and pillows. The curtains were drawn, filtering the full strength of the sunshine, and causing the room to glow with a sort of midday twilight. The air of the room was thick and musky, heavy with the scent of sweat and cum and female sex-juice. The scents were unmistakable. Over the last week, Fern had come to know these scents as well as she knew the scent of the ocean.
She turned toward her father, feeling almost dizzy. She realized fully what had been going on here. Strangely, all she could think of to do was laugh. And she stood before her father giggling, as if she'd lost her mind.
Her dad looked at her with a sick, drooping grin on his face. "You won't tell your mother?" he said. "I can explain it all. We can make a deal. We can work something out. You won't tell your mother, though, right? Right, darling? It was her doing. She kept after me. I couldn't help myself."
As he talked, he seemed to be shrinking. He began to look to Fern like a little teen called in before his school principal. He looked vulnerable, like a squirrel helplessly trying to avoid the talons of a diving hawk. And the more vulnerable, the more helpless he appeared, the stronger, the more in control Fern felt. Although she was looking up at him, she felt as if she were looming over him and looking down.
She smiled as he made his excuses, and she unfastened her bikini top. The small white cups dropped soundlessly to the floor, and her woman-sized tits hung there in full sight of her father.
Her dad's mouth moved, but no sounds came out. He looked sick, on the verge of collapse.
He looked ecstatic. He looked horrified. His eyes focused on her tits like a cat's eyes on two fat pigeons.
Trying to remain upright, wanting to maintain her tits in full view of her dad – as if letting them out of his sight would break the spell they cast over him – Fern squatted slightly and slipped down her bikini panties, lifting her smooth legs high as she stepped out of them. She straightened herself, moved backward, and eased herself back onto the mound of sheets and pillows on the bed. She tossed her head to straighten her hair. Then, staring straight into her father's eyes, she licked her lips seductively, at the same time spreading her legs as wide as she could manage. She felt completely naked, completely open. A warm trickle of cunt juice oozed out and slid over her bottom. She contracted her loin muscles, making her pussylips pout, making them spread and close like the lips of her mouth.
"Take off your clothes, Daddy," she said. "Don't you wanna fuck your little Fern? I'm a better fuck then Penny, Daddy. Just let me show you."
Her dad groaned. He yanked off his tie and nearly ripped the buttons off his shirt trying to get it off. He tripped stepping out of his shoes, then tripped again as he struggled out of his trousers. A tiny pair of underwear – men's bikini shorts, hardly larger than Fern's panties – hugged his tight loins, bulging at the groin as if he had a salami stuffed inside. The huge cockbulge throbbed, and Fern couldn't bear to wait another moment.
"Let me see your cock, Daddy," she said. "Quick, Daddy, it's a big one. Let me see your cock. Oh, quick!"
Her dad hauled off his shorts, and his prick jumped out. Fern sighed. It was huge – bigger then the cocks of any of the boys or young men she'd yet fucked or sucked. It stood straight out from his crotch, pointing slightly at the ceiling, and throbbing like an excited heart. A shiny drop of pre-cum balanced at the pricktip, and down below, balls the size of eggs plumped up his blond-hair ball-sac.
Fern's dad moved toward her, his cock wagging heavily. Bloated veins hugged the shaft of his cock. His swollen cockhead was the color of raw liver. His cock looked like a long, muscular snake. His prick lance looked as strong as did the rest of his body. Her dad was solid muscle, and tanned beautifully golden.
Fern was in love with her father, had always been in love with him – she realized that now. She held up her arms to her dad.
"Make love to me, Daddy. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours."
He no longer looked like a cowering school-boy. He looked like a golden angel, like the most wonderful, most handsome man on earth. The muscles of his torso writhed as if made of living steel. The veins of his belly looked like blue rivers. He was pure strength, pure man, and he was going to fuck her.
He sank down, kneeling on the floor between his daughter's legs. His blue eyes glistened under thick brows. He lowered his face to her pussy mound and kissed it. His lip were hot, and little shivers of pleasure shot through Fern's cunt.
"Oh, Christ," he muttered. "This can't be happening. This just can't be happening."
Fern shoved her throbbing pussy at his face. It's happening, Daddy, she thought. Then she said, "Suck it, Daddy. Lick my hot pussy."
Her dad muttered a few fuck-words, then fastened his big wet mouth to her cunt slit. He bit into the tender flesh of her outer cuntlips, spreading her hot fuckhole wide with his thumbs. His tongue shot out and worked its way up her crotch like a spongy cock. The tip of his tongue flicked here and there along her pussy slot, licking out the juicy folds of her cunt.
Fern kicked her legs up into the air, pointing her toes like a gymnast. The feel of her dad's tongue inside her cunt was enough to drive her crazy.
"Eat me, Daddy," she said. "Eat me. Eat my pussy."
Her dad groaned, twisting his face, munching at her cunt slabs, drilling his hot tongue in and out of her pussy slit. His teeth felt like knife blades as they sliced across her clit. A flash of pleasure shot through her cunt. She wrapped her legs around her dad's head and felt her ass jerking. She realized suddenly that she was coming. Her orgasm seemed to well up out of nowhere, filling her asshole and cunt.
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I'm coming – coming! Ohhhh, yes!"
She rolled herself into a ball, wrapping her arms and legs around her dad's twisting head. She heard him gasping for breath, heard him frantically slurping at her quivering pussy, felt his soft bushy blond hair against her skin as she hugged his head. Her orgasm gnawed its way through her cunt flesh with quick, easy, rhythmic bursts. In half a minute, it was over. Her arms and legs uncoiled from around her dad's head and she fell back.
Fern's dad smiled at her. His face was as red as his cockhead, and her slick cuntal juices glistened on his chin and nose and cheeks. He crawled up over her and kissed her. She could smell and taste her cunt juice on his face, could feel his prick against her belly.
"Do I taste better than Penny?" she asked.
"Much better," her dad said.
And she hugged him, kissed him, and began to lick her cuntal juices off his lips, off his face.
"You're a kitten," he said, smiling as she licked his face. "Penny's more like a she cat, a fully grown she cat. She snarls a lot, while you purr. You're more like, sugar, and she's more like molasses."
She only had a vague idea of what he was talking about, but it sounded good to her, so when she finished licking his face she shoved her tongue into his mouth. Their mouths crushed together, wide open, and they sucked on each other's tongues. Fern loved her dad's tongue. It was a huge tongue and she loved the taste of it, loved the feel of it against the sensitive tissues of her mouth. As she sucked on his tongue, she felt his prick jumping between their bellies as if she were sucking on it. She reached down and grabbed his cock.
"Your prick's so big, Daddy," she said. "And it's so hot." She stroked the swollen cockhead with the tip of her finger. "Let me suck it, Daddy. Let me see what your prick tastes like."
Her dad sighed. "Oh, baby, you're too much!"
He did a push-up off her, then crawled up over her, straddling her neck and sitting back on her cushiony tits. His cocklance looked as big as an arm, and it throbbed, flicking off a hot gob of pre-cum. The sticky gob clung to the tip of Fern's nose, and she licked it off with the tip of her tongue, tasting her dad's fuck juices for the first time.
Her dad smiled down at her, and she smiled back up at him. She could feel the heat of his asscheeks on her tits, could feel the heat of his cock as it pulsated over her faces. Suddenly, she had a crazy thought.
"Sit on my face for a second, Daddy," Fern said. "Let me suck on your asshole."
"Oh, Christ! You're more than a guy can take."
He lifted up, and sat back down on her face, wiggling his dark asscrack down over her nose and lips. Fern inhaled the musky scent of her father's ass. The aroma made her head woozy. Then she kissed his asspucker, licked his asscrack from one end to the other, and finally shoved her tongue inside his asshole. A shiver passed through her dad's ass.
"Baby," he said. "Oh, my baby girl! Licking Daddy's ass. Sucking Daddy's ass! Christ, where have you been all my life? Oh, shit!"
Don't you dare! Fern thought, giggling.
And she twirled her tongue inside her dad's asshole in the same way she had twirled it inside Penny's hot pussy just a few days ago. That day on the dunes with Penny hadn't been long ago at all. But so much had happened to Fern since that day. It seemed as if half her life had occurred within this past week.
Her dad lifted up, then sat back down on her tits. He had his cock in his hand and he was pumping the prickshaft. "You want a taste of this old dong, baby?" he asked. "Then you better take it quick. I'm about ready to blow my wad. Christ, I haven't been this horny since I was a teenage kid!"
Fern opened her mouth, hungry for her dad's cock. She felt her eyes cross as she watched his cockhead approach her lips. She could smell his prick, could feel its heat. Then, all at once, she could taste it. His prick tasted salty, and it filled her mouth like no other cock ever had, a big meaty cockrod that she wished she could sink her teeth into and suck on forever. The apple-sized head of his cock lodged in her throat, stretching her throat as if she'd had a fist rammed down it.
A shudder went through her dad's cock. His balls rolled against her cheeks as his sac draped her chin. With a grunt, he began to suck, sliding his overgrown cock in and out of Fern's mouth, in and out of her throat. Fern's lips tingled with the feeling of the smooth cockshaft stretching and rubbing them. Her tongue, her gums, her throat, her whole mouth tingled.
When she sucked cock like this, Fern had the feeling that her cunt had moved up into her face. When she sucked cock, her mouth and throat felt almost as good as her pussy did when it was getting fucked. She churned her tongue at the underside of her dad's sliding cockshaft. More than anything else in the world, she wanted to make him come, wanted to taste his jism.
Her dad grinned down at her, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth. She could see all the beautiful muscles of his chest and abdomen rippling and dancing. Sweat dripped from her dad's face and fell on her face. She loved it, wished she could taste it. She twisted her head on the mound of bedclothes and pillows. She purred and growled like a cat. Give me your cum, Daddy, she thought. Feed me your hot cum!
Her dad drove his cocklance in and out of her mouth faster. Her lips flapped back and forth, tugged and stretched by her dad's sliding cockshaft. Her throat, the roof of her mouth, her entire head throbbed with sexual feelings. Her eyes crossed as she watched the huge cock sliding in and out, in and out, and she began to get dizzy. She began to feel the way she did on that day when she drank Pete's beer. She wondered whether ft was possible to get drunk on cock.
She thought: Oh, Daddy, feed me your cream! Please, Daddy, feed me!
Her dad grunted like a bull. His cock swelled harder than marble. His cum gushed out in a hot, rolling waterfall.
Fern swallowed. Her dad's cum was thick and smooth. The taste of his cum, the smell of it, filled her head like an erotic perfume.