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Authors name: Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)
Story title : Southern Girl

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Southern Girl (M/f-teen, inc, alcohol)
by Gungadick (yataala@aol.com)

***

The sudden breakup of a marriage tightens the bonds 
between a father and his teenage daughter.

*** 

"Mom!"

The shout was partially drowned out by the sound of the 
slamming screen door, so Pam Roberts yelled out once 
again.

"Mom!"

There was no answer. Pam dropped her book bag at the foot 
of the stairs and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. 
She pushed open the door and found it empty. She thought 
that was strange. Her mother was usually busy fixing 
dinner at this hour; maybe her parents were going out to 
eat. She made a round of all the downstairs rooms; dining 
room, living room, family room, and finally the den. 

She found the computer on in the den, so she knew that 
her dad was somewhere nearby. She glanced at the screen 
wondering what her father had been looking at and only 
found some boring stock site. Pam thought that perhaps 
her parents were upstairs so she went back to the stairs 
and, grabbing her bag, she went up to check. 

The door to the guest bath was open and so was the door 
to the guest bedroom. She pushed open her door and tossed 
her bag onto her bed. She turned and headed for the other 
end of the hallway and her parents' bedroom. The door was 
closed and she hesitated. 

'What if they're in there doing it,' she wondered, and 
stifled a giggle. 

She pressed her ear against the door, but heard nothing. 
She knocked and the door swung open slightly. Pam glanced 
through the opening at her mother's vanity mirror. She 
had found out years ago that the mirror was situated so 
you could see most of the bedroom if the door was ajar. 
She could see the bed and it was empty. Pam pushed open 
the door and said "Mom?" to an empty room. The master 
bathroom door was open and no sounds were coming from 
there either.

"Stranger and stranger," Pam muttered to herself. 

She thought back and this was the first time in her life 
that she had come home and not found one of her parents 
there or at least a note telling her what was happening. 
She turned to leave the room and noticed that a drawer to 
her mother's dresser was open. She walked over and looked 
into her mother's lingerie drawer. Items in the drawer 
were jumbled and the drawer was a mess. Her mother was 
very neat and would never leave her drawer in this 
condition. 

She reached in and began to straighten things out. She 
pulled the panties out of the drawer and stacked them one 
upon the other on top of the dresser. She cleared out 
half the drawer and placed the organized pile into it. 
She started grabbing more panties and bras from the other 
half of the drawer but stopped when she felt something 
under them. She pulled up the undies to see what was 
beneath and revealed a black plastic object. 

It was about and inch and a half around with ridges 
running the length of it. She noticed an on-off switch a 
few inches from the base and she wondered why her mom had 
a flashlight in her underwear drawer. She grabbed the 
object and pulled it out from under the pile of clothing 
and then she dropped it right away. 

"Holy shit!" Pam said and giggled.

She was looking down at a vibrator. Its long bullet shape 
gleamed on the bed of panties. Pam reached in and picked 
it up again. It was a lot heavier than she imagined and 
then she realized it was because of the batteries. She 
ran a hand along the length of it and felt its cold 
lifelessness. 

She looked around quickly as a frisson of guilt ran up 
her spine, but no one was there to see her transgression. 
She giggled again as she reached for the switch and 
turned the plastic pleasure toy on. The dildo vibrated in 
her hand and its lines became blurred. She brought the 
thing up to her neck and pressed it there. 

The first thing she thought was how cold and impersonal 
it felt, but then as the vibrations spread from the side 
of her neck and down into her shoulders she realized that 
it might actually feel good if put to another use.

Pam Roberts was fourteen and had found the wonders of 
masturbation several years earlier. She had gone from 
rubbing her cunt against a pillow to manipulating her 
clit with her fingers and for the last six months had 
begun to use a candle and her hair brush to reach those 
delicious climaxes. 

She had begun to wonder what it would feel like to have a 
man put his cock into her and she knew that it would only 
be a matter of time before she succumbed to the advances 
of one of the boys at school. She had already shared a 
few experiences with her best friend Cindy, but they had 
only left her wanting more. 

She wanted something inside of her. Something hard and 
alive. Not one of these cold, impersonal objects. But, 
Pam was intrigued. She slowly brought the object to her 
waist and, pulling the elastic of her skirt out with one 
hand, she slowly pushed the plastic penis down to her 
cunt. 

She had become aroused at the thoughts of sex and her 
cunt was swollen and puffy. She could see the outline of 
her cunt lips through the thin material of her panties. 
She placed the tip of the vibrator between those lips and 
turned it on again. The sensation sent a shiver through 
her entire body and her knees wobbled. 

She threw her head back and groaned. She moved the tip of 
the vibrator up and down in slowly increasing motions and 
finally touched her clit with it. It was as though an 
electric current was traveling through her body. Her eyes 
fluttered and her mouth hung slack as she moaned loudly. 
Her knees gave way and she slowly fell to her knees. 

"Oh, God!" Pam shouted as she rubbed the vibrating dildo 
in small circles around her clit.

Pam suddenly hunched forward as her orgasm hit her and 
her muscles seemed to act on their own. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," she muttered as the climax rippled 
through her body.

The pressure on her clitoris suddenly became too intense 
and she pulled the plastic cock out of her skirt. Pam 
tumbled onto her side and lie on the carpet with her eyes 
closed. The vibrator rolled out of her hand and moved in 
a slow circle as it buzzed angrily like a jar full of 
bees, but Pam was too far gone to bother to switch it 
off. 

"Pam!"

Pamela's eyes snapped open at the sound of her name. The 
first thing she saw was a large pair of black shoes. She 
pushed herself up onto he knees and looked up at her 
father. Jack Roberts stood looking down at his daughter. 
He had a worried look on his face. He had no idea what 
was going on and his first thoughts were that she was ill 
or had fallen. 

"Are you okay, sweetie?" He said, his voice dripping with 
concern.

Pam felt the heat grow in her face as she blushed 
violently. She sprung to her feet and ran from the room. 
She sprinted down the hallway and slammed the door to her 
room shut. She threw herself onto her bed and wished she 
could die. Tears came to her eyes. They were hot and 
full. A sob wracked her body and a million thoughts ran 
through her head.

'I'll have to run away,' she said to herself. 'I can 
never look my dad in the eye again. He's gonna tell mom 
and she's gonna be angry and oh, God! What am I gonna 
do?'

Meanwhile her stunned father stood looking at the doorway 
where his distraught daughter had just run out. Then a 
constant buzzing grabbed at his attention and he looked 
down at the simulated penis moving along the carpet. Jack 
bent down and picked the thing up and looked at the 
strange object. He flicked the switch and the vibrator 
went dead. 

"What the hell is this doing here?" He asked himself.

Jack looked around and saw the drawer standing open. 
Suddenly the realization of what had occurred slammed 
into his head. His daughter had found this in his wife's 
dresser and she had used it on herself. 

Jack felt mixed emotions run through his mind. He was 
amused at what had just happened. It was one of those 
'growing up incidents' that would change his relationship 
with his daughter. He was also embarrassed and didn't 
know what he should do. 

He decided to just make believe it didn't happen and he 
would let Pam run with the ball. Also, he felt angry. Why 
the fuck did his wife have a vibrator? She was constantly 
turning down his sexual advances of late and he thought 
it was because she had lost interest, but he held 
evidence to the contrary in his hand.

The marriage had been based on sex. They had been from 
different social planes. He was the bad boy and she was 
the princess. They had met in high school and in their 
senior year there wasn't a day that went by when they 
weren't fucking their heads off. They had both gone on to 
the same university. She, on a scholastic scholarship 
and, he, one in sports. 

Their romance had continued and then the inevitable had 
happened. Nancy had gotten pregnant. It had meant months 
of turmoil. Her parents had taken her out of school and 
had tried to force her to abort the child. She had 
refused adamantly. She knew that if she kept the baby 
that they would have no choice but to let her marry Jack. 

Jack was confused. He didn't know if he really loved 
Nancy, but he would do the right thing if called upon, 
which he eventually was. With the help of her parents, 
both of them had gone on to finish school and both had 
gone to work for his father-in-law. 

Jack had grown to love his wife and his daughter meant 
the world to him. But, over the last few years, things 
had begun to sour. He and Nancy always seemed to find 
things to argue about and she took it out on him in bed. 
Jack had learned to ease his frustrations by masturbation 
and had even taken to jerking off in bed while his wife 
lie with her back to him. 

Jack hadn't realized that his actions caused his wife to 
become aroused, but she wouldn't give in to her desire. 
She had bought the vibrator one day when she had gone to 
see a friend in Miami. She had been shopping and as she 
passed one of those love pantries she had darted in to 
see what it was like. She had blushed furiously as she 
paid the smarmy guy behind the counter, but she had had 
to have it.

And now, here Jack stood with the pleasure device in his 
hand and wondered what had become of his marriage. He 
angrily jammed the thing back into the drawer and slammed 
it shut. He walked back down the hallway and paused at 
Pam's door, but he decided against knocking and went 
downstairs instead. 

He went into the living room and poured himself a scotch. 
He tossed it back and before the warmth had time to 
spread through his body, he had poured himself another. 
He walked over to an over stuffed easy chair and threw 
himself into it. He cradled the glass between his palms 
and rolled it there absent-mindedly as he thought about 
his marital problems.

Pam had heard her father stop at her door and she had 
sucked in a quick breath. She had let it out finally as 
she heard him go down the stairs. The last thing she 
wanted to do right now was have one of those parent-child 
conversations. She no longer felt as though her world had 
come to an end, but she knew that she would have to live 
down the embarrassment and she wasn't looking forward to 
it. 

Pam lie in bed for what seemed to be hours until she 
finally sat up and looked around. Dusk had arrived and 
the room was fairly dark. She got up and turned on a lamp 
and sat at her desk. She thought it was odd that no one 
had called her down to dinner, but she thought that maybe 
they didn't want to deal with this either. She pulled her 
books out and tried to do her homework, but she couldn't 
concentrate. 

She kept thinking about what had happened. She pictured 
her father walking into the bedroom and finding her lying 
there. Or, had he seen more? How long had he stood there? 
Had he seen his little girl in the throes of orgasm? Pam 
shuddered at the thought, but it wasn't a shudder of 
fear. She realized that she was turned on by the thought 
of her father seeing her pleasing herself. She felt the 
warmth suffuse her cunt and reached down to press between 
her legs. 

'Jesus! Stop it you moron,' she told herself. 'It would 
be just great to get caught again.' 

She tried to focus on her reading, but lewd thoughts 
invaded her mind. She started to wonder what her dad's 
cock was like. Was it as big as the vibrator. Had her mom 
bought that one because it reminded her of her husband's 
cock. If so, it was bigger than she imagined cocks to be. 
She hadn't seen a boy's cock since she was about eleven 
and she and her cousin Timmy had shown each other their 
privates. Timmy's cock had only been a couple of inches 
long and only as thick as a hot dog and it was the basis 
of her conceptions. Now she realized she would have to 
think on a bigger scale. 

Pam thought about her father and realized that she was 
infatuated with him. Jack Roberts was a ruggedly handsome 
man. He was tall and broad shouldered. He was muscularly 
fit and looked great in a bathing suit. He had a shock of 
dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He possessed a dimpled 
smile that made all of her friends swoon. 

Her best friend Cindy always talked about doing it to 
Pam's dad, but Pam knew that she was only teasing, but 
now she wondered if it were actually possible. Pam shook 
the thoughts from her head and tried once again to 
concentrate on her lessons.

Jack Roberts nursed his anger with half a bottle of 
scotch. His head started to lag onto his chest as the 
warm alcohol made him drowsy. His head snapped up at one 
point as he came awake and Jack decided that perhaps he'd 
had enough to drink. He bent down to pick up the tumbler 
he had dropped and realized that he was dizzy. He had 
drunk more than he should have and now he was drunk. Jack 
groaned at the thought of waking with a headache. 

He decided to go to bed early and headed up the stairs. 
He paused at Pam's door and raised a hand to knock, but 
something told him he wasn't supposed to. He searched 
through his clouded thoughts and suddenly remembered his 
little girl lying on the carpet with the vibrator buzzing 
angrily next to her. Jack chuckled at the memory and 
gently patted her door jamb. 

"G'night, shweety," Jack slurred quietly and went on down 
the hallway.

Pam had heard her father stop at her door and then she 
heard a quiet mumble. She got up and went to the door and 
listened. She heard her father stumble down the hallway 
and she opened the door to see what was wrong. She 
watched as her father slowly wended his way to the other 
end of the hallway. He trailed a hand along the wall as 
though feeling his way. 

Pam suddenly realized that he was drunk. She watched him 
fumble with the handle to the bedroom and then as he 
suddenly stumbled inside. Pam sat back down at her desk 
and started to wonder what was going on. Her mother 
hadn't been home all evening and now her dad was drunk. 
She had never seen him like that and now she was worried. 
Was it her fault?

Pam decided to go downstairs for a bite to eat and maybe 
find out where her mother was.

Pam took out some cold cuts, cheese, bread, and mustard 
and made herself a sandwich. She looked at the cork board 
next to the phone but found nothing from her mother. Then 
she glanced at the note pad by the phone and saw a note 
that said, "United - Miami -> Raleigh 3p.m." Pam's 
grandparents lived in Raleigh and she wondered if her 
mother had gone there. 

She had her hand over the phone and was trying to decide 
on whether or not to call. What would she say if her 
mother hadn't gone there. Just as she started to pull her 
hand away the phone rang. Pam jumped back about a foot 
and gasped. She giggled at her reaction and picked up the 
phone.

"Hello! Roberts' household," she said.

"Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?" Her mother asked.

"Uh... I'm okay, mom," she replied confused. 

"Is your dad there?" Her mother asked.

"Dad went to bed about a half hour ago," she told her 
mother.

"Oh! That's strange," her mother said, thinking aloud.

"Mom?" Pam asked.

"What is it, honey?" 

"Where are you?"

"Where am I!" Her mother repeated. "You mean your father 
didn't tell you where I am?"

There was accusation in her mother's voice and Pam 
suddenly realized she had put her father in a bad light.!

"I haven't spoken to daddy, mom. I came home and you were 
both gone and then I went up to do my homework and I fell 
asleep. I think I woke up when daddy went to bed. He must 
have looked in on me and not bothered to wake me. I 
thought you were in bed also until you called."

"Hmmm," her mother said, not quite buying the lie, "well, 
I'm up here at granny and grandad's. Your grandfather had 
a stroke, sweetie, so I came up here to be with him."

"Gosh, mom! Is he going to be all right?"

"Well, it's too early to tell, but the doctors are 
optimistic. We can only hope and pray."

Pam and her mother spoke for several more minutes and 
caught each other up on their day. They said good bye and 
Nancy said she'd call the next night.

"Well, one problem solved," Pam muttered. 

Pam now wondered why her father had been drinking. She 
wondered if he had gotten so upset at finding her in that 
way that he had gotten drunk, or perhaps he got drunk 
trying to build up the courage to talk to her. No. 
Whatever reason her father had for drinking, it had 
nothing to do with her. 

She finished her sandwich and went back upstairs. She 
changed into her pajamas and went to use the bathroom. 
She came out and glanced down at the door to her parents' 
bedroom. She noticed the door was ajar so she walked down 
to check on her dad. She reached the door and listened. 
She could hear the soft sonorous sounds of her father's 
deep sleep. She was about to pull the door shut when she 
looked into her mother's mirror and saw the image of her 
father lying across the foot of their bed. She pushed the 
door opened and went to look at her dad. 

Jack had gotten his shirt off and had sat down to remove 
his shoes and socks, but when he straightened out he had 
felt dizzy and had fallen back onto the bed. He lay there 
waiting for the room to stop spinning and suddenly had 
fallen asleep. This is how Pam found him. His pants were 
undone and down around his hips. Pam reached out and 
shook his knee.

"Dad?"

"Dad? Are you awake?"

Jack Roberts mumbled in his sleep and brought an arm up 
to cover his eyes. Pam turned to leave, but hesitated. 
She looked at her dad again and realized that he would be 
very sore in the morning. He lay with his legs hanging 
off the edge of the bed. She shook him again, but he 
failed to rouse. She sighed and grabbed the cuffs of his 
pants and pulled. It was more difficult than she 
expected. Jack was dead weight. 

Now he lay there with his pants half way down his hips. 
Pam laughed out loud. He looked like one of those guys at 
school that wore his pants with four or five inches of 
boxers showing. She grabbed the cuffs again and pulled 
hard. The pants slowly slid out from under Jack's butt 
and they finally came off. She gathered his clothes and 
draped them across her dad's stupid valet chair. She 
turned back and suddenly froze in her steps.

Her father's boxers had pulled part way down and the fly 
had spread open. She was looking at his cock as it poked 
out of its enclosure. She moved closer and studied the 
adult penis. It was dark, almost brown, and fat. It was 
soft and wrinkly and seemed to sprout from a shock of 
curly black hairs. She glanced up to make sure her father 
was still asleep and then reached out and nudged the male 
organ. Nothing happened. 

She took in a deep breath to bolster her courage and 
grabbed his cock between the thumb and forefinger of her 
right hand. Her father's cock was warm and soft, but 
heavy. She lifted it and studied it closely. She squeezed 
it and watched as the little slit at the tip opened and 
closed like a little mouth. She dropped it quickly when 
she felt it jerk in her hand. She looked up, but her dad 
was still asleep. She watched as his cock stirred. 

It slowly grew right before her eyes. She watched as it 
twitched and rolled and filled with blood. She couldn't 
believe how big it was getting. The skin seemed to pull 
tight and she could see veins running along the under 
side of it. It rose up out of its nest of hairs and stood 
proudly as if on display. 

Pam realized she had been holding her breath and she 
slowly sucked in some air. She reached out once again and 
wrapped her whole hand around it this time. It felt more 
alive to her. It was warmer and there was a gentle 
throbbing. She softly ran her hand up and down its length 
and marveled at its girth. How could someone fit that 
into their cunt she wondered. It was at least three times 
fatter than the candle she had been using and twice as 
thick as the hair brush. 

She brought her hand up to the swollen head and ran a 
finger around the helmet like shape. She noticed that the 
little slit was opened wide and watched as a clear drop 
of fluid slowly bulged out of it. She brought a finger to 
it and felt its slick, oily texture. She pulled her 
finger away and watched as the fluid stretched and 
lengthened. 

The strand broke and she brought her finger up to look at 
the moisture on its tip. She brought it to her nose and 
sniffed. There was no smell. She had a strange thought 
and then stuck out her tongue and licked the finger. A 
salty, musky tang burst upon her tongue. She thought 
about all the times the older girls in gym class talked 
about sucking cock. She had always dismissed them as 
braggarts, but now she wondered if they actually did 
those things. 

Pam lowered her head never taking her eyes off her 
father's face. She stuck out her tongue and licked the 
tip of his cock. The taste suffused her whole mouth this 
time. It was stronger than before and even harder to 
identify. She licked along the head and quickly pulled 
away as the cock jerked and bobbed. 

Her father moaned lightly and shifted slightly. She 
lowered her head once again and took another swipe. The 
cock jerked once again and pulled away from her tongue. 
She frowned and decided the only way to keep it still 
would be to take it into her mouth. 

She slid the large plum like head into her mouth and held 
it there. Her senses cataloged what she felt. It was soft 
and yet resilient. It had no taste or rather it had a 
sort of negative feel as though her taste buds could no 
longer judge flavors and only size. The head filled her 
mouth and her eyes widened as she felt it throb in her 
mouth. 

She tried to take more into her mouth, but her lips were 
dry and they dragged along the shaft. She pulled it out 
and moistened her lips. Putting the cock back into her 
mouth she let the saliva build and then allowed it to 
moisten the invading shaft. She pushed down and took 
about four inches of it into her mouth. She pulled up 
until she could feel the ridge of the head against the 
inside of her lips. 

Pam thought about what the girls said in gym class and 
the word 'suck' stood out in her mind. She took more of 
her father's cock in her mouth and then sucked in as she 
pulled up. She pulled her mouth off and studied her handy 
work. Her father's cock glistened in her hand and it 
looked even fatter than before. She glanced up quickly as 
she heard her father mumble something, but he appeared to 
be dreaming. She giggled at the thought that he was 
probably dreaming about getting a blow job.

'This is nuts!' Pam said to herself. 'What the hell am I 
doing. I'm playing with my dad's cock. Man, there is 
something wrong with me.'

Pam released her father's cock and turned to leave, but 
then felt bad about leaving her dad lying there in his 
boxers with his cock sticking out. She pulled a comforter 
down from her mother's closet and covered him up. 

Pam lie in bed later and realized she couldn't sleep. Her 
mind was abuzz with thoughts of fat cocks and sex. She 
had sucked her first cock. Maybe it was the cock of a man 
in a drunken stupor, but it had been a big fat cock. She 
thought about telling Cindy, but vetoed that idea as she 
realized she wouldn't be able to tell her whose cock she 
had sucked. 

Pam realized she had been idly playing with herself as 
she thought about her father's cock. She felt the moist 
flowering of her cunt as she slowly stroked the length of 
her slit. She brought her fingers up to her hard clit and 
slowly circled it. She could feel it throbbing. Throbbing 
like her father's cock had throbbed. She imagined her 
clit as being a little penis and wished it was longer so 
that she could stroke it. She pressed a finger on it and 
she moaned at the sensation. 

The pressing turned into a stroking and she moaned as her 
hips tossed and jerked. She reached down with her other 
hand and plunged two fingers into her moist opening. She 
quickly stroked her fingers in and out as the other hand 
assaulted her clit. Her stomach tensed and bunched as she 
raised her hips off the bed. Her orgasm crashed upon her 
and she let out a wail. 

She had never cum so violently. He hips raised up off of 
the bed and she trashed about as she pressed hard upon 
her swollen clit. She finally slumped back down as the 
stronger sensations washed over her and left her panting 
and exhausted. Pam had no trouble falling asleep now and 
she did so with a smile on her face.

Morning came way too soon for Jack Roberts. The alarm 
pierced his skull like a needle. He stuck his arm out and 
felt around for the source of the painful noise, but all 
he found was air. He reached a little further and 
promptly fell off the bed. His eyes popped open then and 
he looked around.

"What the fuck?" he asked of no one.

Jack was at the bottom of the bed. He was wrapped in an 
old down comforter. He shook his head and then regretted 
doing so. The room spun for a moment before settling down 
again. Jack stood up and wavered for a moment before 
heading for the bathroom. How much had he drunk last 
night? How did he manage to fall asleep in his underwear, 
and why did he not just crawl into bed instead of getting 
that old comforter. Jack stopped in his tracks as he 
suddenly realized that 'he' hadn't done it, but that 
someone else had helped him. That someone could only be 
Pamela. 

"Oh, Jesus," Jack moaned. 

He felt the blood rush into his face as the embarrassment 
hit him. He tried to think back to the previous evening, 
but everything was a blank. The last thing he remembered 
was getting up to get his third or fourth drink, and then 
nothing. He reached the toilet and reached down for his 
cock. The pressure in his bladder was immense and he knew 
that this would feel good. He grabbed his half hard cock 
and then took his hand away.

"What the fuck is that?" He asked himself as he looked 
down at his cock and then at the palm of his hand. 

He found nothing on either objects, but there was 
definitely something there. It wasn't sticky, more like 
tacky. Something stirred in the back of his mind as he 
once again grabbed his cock and let loose a strong stream 
of urine. He closed his eyes and moaned with its release. 
He stood there for what seemed like a minute before he 
ran dry and shook off the few remaining drops. He turned 
on the shower and let the water warm up. He then opened 
the medicine cabinet and searched for something to 
relieve his massive headache. 

He found a small bottle of aspirin and fought with the 
lid for a few moments before gaining access. Three of the 
small white tablets tumbled into his palm as he tilted 
the small bottle. He put the bottle down and looked 
around for a glass, but there was none so he popped the 
pills into his mouth and turned on the faucet at the 
sink. He let the water run cold and cupped his hands in 
order to convey water to his mouth. He tilted his head up 
and the pills slid down his throat. His stomach lurched 
as the water hit it and he held on to the sink until the 
queasiness passed.

Steam was issuing from the shower by now and he stripped 
off his boxers and stepped inside. He adjusted the water 
temperature and then stood under the needle jets of water 
and let them play along his head and shoulders. 

'God, I haven't felt this bad since college,' Jack said 
to himself, and thought back to the keggers and parties 
he used to go to as a young man. 

There were pleasant memories and then some that weren't 
so pleasant. He hated hangovers. So much so that he 
hardly had more than one drink on any given occasion. He 
vowed never to do this again. Jack grabbed the soap and 
gingerly started to wash his body. Every motion seemed to 
resonate straight to his throbbing head. He finally 
reached his genitals and soaped them gently. 

He once again wondered what he had had on his cock and 
then he froze as an old memory surfaced. He remembered 
how he used to date Marly Burnside in high school. She 
had loved giving head and not a day went by without their 
sneaking off to some janitor's closet or unused classroom 
so that she could slurp and suck on his dick. Jack's cock 
rose at the memory of Marly's prowess, but what struck 
him most was the memory of how his cock had always felt 
tacky from her dried spit for the rest of the day. 

Jack looked down at his tumescent cock and tried to drag 
up more memories from the previous evening. What the fuck 
was going on? How had he managed to wind up half naked at 
the foot of his bed with his cock coated with dried 
saliva. The only other person here was Pam. Jack shook 
his head at the thought. His mind wouldn't allow him to 
think of his daughter in that way. Jack shrugged his 
shoulders and told himself that there must be another 
explanation for his condition. He resumed his washing and 
then rinsed off. 

His cock was still hard and craved some attention. Jack 
grabbed a hold of it and slowly stroked his hand up and 
down. He reached for the soap and slicked up his cock. He 
leaned under the shower spray and played his hand up and 
down his hard, swollen cock. His cock was extremely hard; 
as though he had gone without for a while, but he knew 
that he and Nancy had had sex just the day before 
yesterday. It had not been quality sex. It no longer ever 
was, but he had cum and so had she. Or at least she had 
seemed to. 

Jack couldn't even tell if his wife had orgasms any more 
or if she just faked them. He wondered if that was their 
problem. Maybe he wasn't satisfying her anymore. No, Jack 
shook his head, Nance had never been wild in bed. His 
mind went back to the matter at hand and he brought up 
old memories of Marly nursing on his cock at every chance 
she had. 

He smiled at some of the old memories. The time he had 
run off the road when she sucked him off as he was 
driving. She had been insatiable and unfortunately it was 
that hunger that had led to their breaking up. She had 
started doing other guys and he had found out. She told 
him she was sorry and cried, but he had let macho pride 
get in the way and it was the last time he had seen her. 
But, while they dated it had been a wild ride.

Jack thought of other girls and women in his past as he 
stroked madly trying to reach his peak. He seemed to be 
right on the edge of cumming, but he needed something to 
push him over. He thought of women he hadn't slept with, 
but wanted to. There was Jeannie from the office. He 
pictured her large breasts and tight ass. The way she 
walked and that lascivious smile of hers. His friend 
Tony's wife and the time he had seen her naked at the 
beach house. 

She had a hell of a body and he remembered how her cunt 
had been shaven. Jack's hand was a blur now as he sought 
his satisfaction. His balls had tightened up and were 
snug to his body. The feeling was like a toothache. It 
was on the border of pain without actually being painful. 
His cock was on the border of orgasm, but wouldn't seem 
to cum. He envisioned sexual acts in his mind. Fucking 
and sucking in all kinds of positions and locations. 

His mind suddenly turned to the picture of Pam lying on 
the bedroom floor with the vibrator lying next to her. 
Her orgasmic moan replayed in his mind. Then he thought 
about the stickiness on his cock this morning and the 
thought of her mouth on his cock drove him over the edge. 
He came so hard that he actually shouted. He placed a 
hand against the shower wall as he leaned into it and 
stroked out the last globules of cum from his throbbing 
cock. 

He opened his eyes and saw the blobs of cum slowly 
sliding down the shower wall. His breathing was hard and 
ragged and his knees were weak and trembling. He realized 
that the throbbing in his head had gone away and he 
chuckled at the thought of having found a way to cure a 
hang over. 

Suddenly the guilt washed over him as he realized what 
had driven him to cum. How could he think of his daughter 
sucking on his cock? Jack felt perverted and he angrily 
twisted the valve to turn off the shower. He grabbed a 
towel and briskly rubbed himself dry. He tried to drive 
all thoughts of his daughter out of his head, but they 
just kept looping over and over. He thought about his 
wife up in Raleigh and of his father-in-law. 

He wondered how old Ralph was doing and what would it 
mean for the company. Would he become CEO or, God forbid, 
would Nancy. His stomach turned again as he thought of 
the company falling into his wife's hands. Nancy was CFO 
of the company and she had a great head for figures, but 
she had no idea how to run a business. All of the 
employees in the finance section of the company hated 
her. She had no tact and was a demanding boss.

Jack didn't realize it, but he had found the perfect way 
to get his mind off of his daughter. He tossed around 
different ideas about the company as he shaved and then 
dressed. Jack made his way downstairs and headed for the 
kitchen. His mouth watered at the thought of drinking a 
gallon of orange juice followed by a hot cup of black 
coffee. He was smiling as he pushed through the door into 
the kitchen.

The smile fell from his face as he found Pam standing at 
the counter as she waited for her toast to spring up.

Their eyes met and both of them glanced away. The blood 
rushed to both of their faces.

"G.. good morning, daddy," Pam said then turned to pay 
very close attention to the toaster.

"'morning, sweetie," Jack croaked. His throat was dry and 
tight.

Jack walked over to the fridge and pulled out the large 
container of orange juice. He resisted the urge to pull 
it up to his lips and went in search of a tumbler. He 
filled a large tumbler and brought it to his lips. He 
tilted the glass and the juice just seemed to pour 
straight into his stomach. The cool, acidic drink cooled 
and cleaned his mouth and oiled his throat. 

He let out a loud sigh of satisfaction that caused Pam to 
turn and look at him. They looked at each other for a 
moment and then both jumped as the toast sprung up in the 
toaster. They broke into gales of laughter. All of the 
pent up tension came bursting out of them. Tears welled 
up in their eyes as they held on to their sides as the 
paroxysms of laughter strained their diaphragms. The 
laughter slowly faded and they both stood gasping for 
breath.

"Hoo, boy!" Jack said. "I haven't laughed like that in 
ages."

"That was weird, daddy," Pamela told him.

"Yeah. I guess I had some pent up energy that needed to 
be released," he told her.

"I talked to mom last night," Pam told her father and saw 
him tense.

"She called?" Jack asked and wondered why he didn't 
remember.

"Yeah, it was after you w.. went to bed," Pam answered 
diplomatically.

Jack swallowed as he realized that he had been a total 
idiot the previous evening. 

"Did she say how your grandfather is doing?"

"She said the doctors thought he would be fine, but they 
didn't know for sure."

"Didn't she want to talk to me?" Jack asked.

"Yes, but I told her you were already asleep," Pam asked 
and looked down at the floor.

"I'll call her later today," Jack said trying to dismiss 
the awkward conversation.

Jack turned to the coffee maker and carefully measured 
out the grounds before filling it with cold water. Pam 
took her cooling toast and buttered it. Both of them had 
fallen silent as they went about the small tasks of 
making breakfast. Pam sat at the table and read her 
history book, making up for her lack of concentration the 
previous night. 

Jack sat and nursed his coffee and looked at his daughter 
over the rim of the mug. Pam was turning into a 
strikingly beautiful girl. Her tawny colored hair was 
naturally curly and hung in heavy ringlets down to her 
shoulders. It framed a slightly oval face. Her skin was 
clear and smooth. It was the envy of many of her friends. 
She had full eyebrows, a straight nose, high cheek bones, 
a full, pouty mouth, and a strong chin. Her best features 
though were her eyes. She had that strange anomaly of 
having violet eyes. People always asked her if she wore 
contacts and few believed her when she told them no. 

Complete strangers would come up to her and tell her she 
had great eyes. It was the bane she had to bear. Even 
after fourteen years, Jack's heart would often catch in 
his throat when she turned those eyes on him. Her eyes 
could be warm and smoky or they could be cold and feral. 
They reflected her mood and were definitely the windows 
to her soul. 

He watched them now as they swung back and forth over the 
textbook. He saw her lips move slightly as she silently 
read along. He felt his cock twitch as he watched those 
full lips move. Pam snaked out her tongue and ran it 
along her lips to moisten them not realizing the effect 
it had on her father. Jack almost dropped his mug as he 
watched her do this.

"Jesus!" He mumbled aloud.

Pam looked up at the sound and found her father staring 
at her. She frowned and wondered why he had said that 
while looking at her.

"Is... is anything wrong, daddy?" She asked.

"Wh... what?" Jack asked, not realizing that he had 
spoken aloud.

Pam put down her book and Jack saw her blush as she 
prepared to say something. Several thoughts ran through 
his mind as he wondered what she was about to say.

"Da... dad?" Pam stumbled.

"Yes, sweetie?" Jack almost whispered.

"A... about last night," Pam said and looked down at the 
table top.

Pam wanted to explain about finding the vibrator, but 
Jack thought she wanted to discuss his getting drunk and 
now he felt embarrassed and blushed also.

"Why don't we just make believe last night never 
happened," Jack told her and was relieved when he saw the 
tension go out of her body.

Pam's eyes flashed up to her father's face and she smiled 
back at him. She glanced down once again as the memory of 
how she had violated her father came rushing back into 
her head. What had she been thinking. What if her father 
had awoken to find her sucking on his cock. Strangely, 
Pam felt a warm moistness suffuse her crotch and she was 
surprised to realize that she was getting aroused. 

Across the table, Jack glanced down at his coffee as he 
tore his eyes away from his daughter's luscious lips. He 
felt his cock twitch in his pants and was surprised to 
realize he was turned on once again. Jack sat there and 
nursed his coffee. He was afraid to stand for fear that 
his daughter would see his erection. His coffee got cold 
as he nursed it slowly. 

Pam finished her toast and milk and put her book into her 
backpack. She glanced at the kitchen clock and suddenly 
realized that she was late. Her mother was the shepherd 
in the family and kept the flock moving, but with her 
gone, both Pam and her father had let time slip away.

"Daddy?"

"What is it, Pam?" Jack said looking up from his cup.

"I'm gonna be late to school. Can you give me a ride?"

Jack looked over at the clock and realized that it was 
eight o'clock. 

"Damn!" He said and quickly rose from the table. He 
poured out the cold coffee and turned to leave the 
kitchen. 

Pam had risen also and waited for her father. Something 
caught her eye and she glanced down as he turned to face 
her. She saw a bulge in his pants and realized 
immediately that his cock was hard. Jack looked at his 
daughter and saw her glance away from his crotch and saw 
the color rise in her face. 

"Uh.. we'd uh, better get going," Jack said and waited 
for Pam to turn away before reaching down and adjusting 
himself.

Jack's erection would not go away. As they drove to Pam's 
school, it lay along his thigh and throbbed. Pam would 
look around casually and she would glance down at her 
father's crotch when she thought he wasn't looking. The 
fat bulge of his cock twitched and pressed against the 
material of his trousers. She would look away quickly. 
The heat in her own crotch was almost unbearable. She 
wanted to reach under her skirt and flick her clit. She 
knew she would cum in a matter of moments; given the 
chance. 

Jack couldn't believe how hard his cock was. He tried to 
think of other things. To concentrate on his driving, but 
his thoughts kept coming back to the throbbing in his 
pants. He saw Pam glance down at it several times and 
every time it felt like a physical touch; as though her 
glance had form and shape. It was like a hand caressing 
his cock and it only made things worse. 

His cock surged against his pants leg and jutted out 
obscenely. He wished he had something to cover his 
crotch. Something to prevent his daughter from seeing his 
condition. He wondered what was going through her mind. 

'She must think I'm a pervert or something,' Jack said to 
himself as he once again noticed her glance down at his 
tumescence. 

Finally, they arrived at the school and Pam hopped out 
with a curt 'bye!' and she melded into the crowd of 
milling teens awaiting the first bell. Jack pulled away 
from the curb and carefully guided his car through the 
maze of double parked cars and giant busses. He finally 
made it back to the main thoroughfare and merged with the 
morning traffic. 

He reached down finally to adjust himself only to realize 
that now his cock was flaccid. He frowned and pushed a 
burgeoning thought to the back of his head. He refused to 
believe that it was his daughter that had aroused his 
hormonal desire. He turned his mind over to the business 
of the day and headed towards his office building.

Pam, meanwhile, had gone directly to the girl's lavatory 
and sat inside one of the stalls. Her breathing was harsh 
and she slumped back against the wall. She was coming 
down from her orgasm. She had cum almost immediately upon 
placing a finger on her clit. She pictured her father's 
fat cock and remembered how it had felt in her mouth and 
how she wished she had continued experimenting with it. 
Could she have made him cum? 

Her face felt hot and she reached down between her out 
flung legs once again and cupped her sopping vagina. She 
felt the heat emanating from it and reached down past the 
waistband of her panties to feel the swollen lips and the 
newly aroused clitoris. She pinched it between two 
fingers and moaned loudly. She clamped her free hand over 
her mouth to stifle the noise and continued to rub her 
swollen little knob. Her eyes rolled up as she felt 
another wave of ecstasy course through her body. 

She couldn't believe she was cumming again. It was only a 
matter of minutes since her last orgasm. She pressed down 
on her clit and her body trembled as nerves spread the 
pleasure through her body. Her entire body seemed to 
tingle like a giant sexual organ. 

Pam sat in the bathroom throughout first period and 
pleasured herself twice more during that time. She was 
busy composing herself in front of the giant steel mirror 
when her best friend walked in.

"Pam!" Cindy almost shouted. "Where have you been? I 
thought you were home sick or something."

"Nah," Pam replied. "My mom flew to Raleigh yesterday cuz 
my granddad had a stroke and things were a little screwed 
up at home this morning. I got here late."

"Wow!" Cindy empathized. "Is your gramps okay?"

"They don't know yet," Pam said and the conversation 
continued as they left the restroom and headed for their 
second period classroom.

Pam hardly saw her father during the next few days. He 
had taken on the added responsibilities of Chief 
Financial Officer while his wife was gone, which meant 
long hours at the office. He would call her every evening 
to make sure she was home and safe. 

Pam discovered that her father was a lenient man. She 
stayed up until she felt like going to bed and she 
watched whatever programs she wanted to. He would ask her 
if her homework were done and if she'd had a good day, 
but he didn't hover over her like her mother did. They 
had ordered out every evening thus far and she was 
sampling some very exotic foods. Jack would come home to 
find boxes of Chinese food or small containers of sushi 
and he would shake his head and chuckle. 

On Friday, Pam's world collapsed. Her father had come 
home early and was in the kitchen making believe he knew 
how to cook. Pam sat at the kitchen table and watched 
him. She had offered to help, but he had told her to just 
lay back and relax. He said he was searching for his 
inner chef. Apparently, Pam thought, his inner chef was a 
child because there was a mess on every surface in the 
kitchen. So much for the great multi-tasker she thought. 
She laughed as her father delivered a running commentary 
in a high squeaky voice as he tried to imitate Julia 
Childs. 

The phone rang and Pamela ran to answer. 

"Hi, mom!" She sang out at the sound of Nancy's voice.

The two Roberts women chatted for a while as they caught 
each other up on the activities of the past week. Pam 
asked her mom when she was coming back and she frowned 
when her mother didn't answer and asked her to get her 
father. Jack was in the middle of stirring a white sauce 
so he turned the whisk over to his daughter and 
admonished her to stir until it thickened. 

He backed out of the kitchen while watching her intently 
making believe he didn't trust her. Pam giggled as she 
watched him back out of the door and then the door swung 
open quickly and he poked his head into the room and 
arched an eyebrow at her. Pam broke into laughter at her 
father's antics and forgot the sense of foreboding she 
was left with after the conversation with her mom.

She concentrated on stirring the sauce and watched 
closely as it slowly bubbled. Her arm grew tired and she 
suddenly found a new respect for cooks and chefs. She had 
switched hands twice more before her father came back. 
She could tell that something was wrong, but he didn't 
say anything right away. He took over at the stove and 
she went to watch some television. 

An hour later he called her into the kitchen and she was 
pleasantly surprised to find a very palatable meal 
waiting. They had a salad with summer greens and a 
homemade raspberry vinaigrette. Lobster bisque was 
followed by stuffed chicken breasts and finally a baked 
custard with creme brulee. Pam was amazed and told her 
father so. Jack faked offense and told her that her 
punishment was to clean up the kitchen. Pam looked around 
and groaned. 

"Come on," her father said as he rose from the table, 
"I'll wash and you dry."

They were half way done when her father dropped the bomb. 
He had fallen silent and she knew that he wanted to say 
something. The silence had built like a wave and the 
words cascaded over her and took her breath away. `

"Your mom's not coming back," He told her and looked down 
into the soapy water. 

"Wh.. what?" Pam said and her lips trembled.

"She's going to stay in Raleigh and run our division up 
there," He said and finally looked at Pam.

"Wh.. why, dad?" Pam asked as a tear ran down her cheek.

"I don't know, sweetie," Jack said and put his arms 
around his daughter.

"Do.. doesn't sh... she lo...love us an... anymore," Pam 
hiccupped through her sobs.

"Oh she loves you very much, sweetie," Jack said as he 
sought to reassure his daughter.

"I'm the problem I guess," Jack said and held Pam out at 
arms length, "you know that things haven't been good 
between your mom and I."

"I... I guess," Pam said as she looked at her father 
through blurry eyes.

"Wh... what about m... me, dad?" Pam asked.

"You? Well," Jack started to answer and found he had to 
swallow his emotion before continuing. 

"Well, that's up to you, honey," he told her hoarsely, 
"we decided to let you choose where you want to live."

Pam looked up at her father's face and saw a tear form 
there. 

"Oh, daddy!" She cried and ran out of the room as she 
burst into a torrent of tears.

Jack Roberts leaned against the counter and felt his own 
hot tears course down his cheeks. He decided not to go 
after his daughter. He figured she needed some time alone 
to adjust to the news. He felt the anger build inside as 
he thought about the coarse way his wife had dropped the 
bomb. 

"Oh, by the way, Jack. I've decided to stay in Raleigh... 
No, I mean permanently... You know that things between us 
died a long time ago, Jack. Who are we kidding.. Pam, 
well she'll just have to decide, won't she."

Jack replayed the conversation in his head and cursed. He 
suddenly realized that it was Pam he was worried about. 
It didn't seem to matter to him that his wife wasn't 
coming back. It was a shock to realize that the love had 
actually gone out of their marriage. He went to the 
living room and pulled out a new bottle of scotch. He 
looked at the bottle and remembered the previous Monday 
and especially the following morning. 

'I'll only have a few drinks,' he told himself.

Pam lie on her bed and sobbed into her pillow. Her mind 
was a whir of unconnected thoughts. She wanted to see her 
mother, to hold her and be held by her, to know that she 
still loved her daughter. She thought about losing all of 
her friends. She cried at the thought of not seeing her 
dad anymore. 

'How could she do this to us?' Pam wondered.

The rush of emotions finally caught up to her and she 
dozed off in exhaustion. She stirred a few hours later 
and looked around at her darkened room. She rubbed away 
the caked salt of her tears and looked at her alarm. It 
was past ten. She arose and wandered out into the 
hallway. She felt very lonely. She walked down to the end 
of the hallway and knocked on her parent's door. 

The door opened slightly under the pressure of her knocks 
and she glanced into her mother's mirror and saw that the 
bed was still made. Pam turned and went downstairs. She 
checked the kitchen, but found it empty. Messy, but 
empty. She looked into the family room and found the 
television on and apparently entertaining the empty sofa. 
She turned it off and made her way into the living room. 
The room was dark, but she could feel his presence there. 

"Dad?" She half whispered.

"Wassit?" Her father slurred.

She let her eyes adjust to the gloom and she saw her 
father sitting in his favorite chair. An empty glass in 
his right hand, which dangled at the side of the chair, 
and a bottle of alcohol stood on the floor on the other 
side. She walked up and stood before her father. He 
looked up at her with blurred vision and smiled.

"How's my little prinshess?" He said. "My little grown up 
prinshess. All grown up and beauti... beautiful."

"Oh, daddy," Pam said in exasperation. She took the glass 
from his hand and then took the half empty bottle back to 
the bar and recapped it. She went back to her father and 
shook her head as she saw him look up at her with a 
stupid looking grin on his face. She grabbed one of her 
father's hands and pulled on it.

"Come on, dad," she grunted as she tried to pull his dead 
weight out of the chair, "let's put you to bed." 

"Hokay," Jack said as he oozed out of the chair, "lesh 
put me to bed. Bed, bed, bed."

Pam chuckled to herself. She draped one of her father's 
arms over her shoulders and they set off for the 
upstairs. 

"Bed, bed, bed," Jack repeated as they slowly climbed the 
stairs. Jack held on to the railing as he leaned 
precariously back and then forward. 

Pam worried that they would both wind up tumbling down 
the stairway and was relieved when they finally reached 
the upper floor. She guided her father down the hallway 
and into his room. She led him to the bed and sat him 
down on its edge. She knelt before him and unlaced his 
shoes and pulled them off.

"Pretty, pretty Pammy," her father said and patted her on 
the head.

"Sooo pretty," he said, "like a grown woman."

Pam stopped and looked up into her father's blurry eyes. 
She never thought that her father thought of her that 
way. The color rose into her face as she wondered what 
other thoughts he may have. She needn't have wondered 
because Jack voiced his thoughts at that moment.

"Sho sexy," he said and fell back onto the bed.

God, my dad thinks I'm sexy, 

Pam thought. She didn't know how to react to that. At 
first she was embarrassed, but then that warmth crept 
over her and she felt aroused. Her face burned with shame 
at her thoughts. She grew angry at herself and as she 
grabbed the cuffs of her father's pants she gave a 
powerful tug and they slid off easily. Pam tumbled onto 
her butt and then started giggling. 

"Ow!" She said as she stood and rubbed her fanny. 

She went to her dad again and then froze in place. Once 
again, his boxers had been pulled half way off and he lie 
there with his cock in plain view. She stood confused. 
She didn't know whether to just leave him like that, or 
to continue to undress him and ignore his nakedness.

This wasn't like last time when her father had been 
oblivious. He was drunk, but still aware. She steeled 
herself and pulled her father into a sitting position. 
She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled one sleeve off and 
then slid the shirt off the other arm. She didn't know if 
he slept in his tee shirt and hesitated at taking it off. 

Just then, Jack raised his arms in the air and waited 
like a child waiting for his mother to take off his 
shirt. Pam shook her head and pull the tee shirt up over 
his head. 

"Gotta go to the baffroom," Jack said and warily got to 
his feet.

His boxers slid down and puddled at his feet. Jack looked 
down and frowned then kicked them away. Pam looked away 
from his swaying penis as he stumbled towards the 
bathroom. She rushed to his aid as he almost tottered off 
his feet and helped him stand before the urinal. She 
tried to disengage herself, but Jack held on to her 
shoulders for support. 

She watched intently as her father grabbed his cock and 
aimed it at the toilet. A stream of urine burst out and 
splashed into the bowl. It seemed to go on forever. She 
looked up at her father's face and saw that he had his 
eyes closed and a strange smile played across his lips.

Finally, the stream stopped and Jack let out a long sigh 
of satisfaction. He squeezed and pumped his cock a couple 
of times and a few last squirts of urine splashed into 
the bowl then he shook his cock a few times and ran his 
hand up and down the shaft in a milking motion. 

"So that's how guys go to the bathroom,' Pam thought and 
chuckled. It sure was messy. Her father let go of his 
cock, but Pam noticed that it didn't hang down like 
before. It was larger than a moment ago and as they 
swayed back to the bed she was amazed to see it rise up 
and grow into the large cock she had seen on Monday. By 
the time they reached the bed it stood up proud and hard.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and his head drooped down 
onto his chest. He seemed to notice his tumescent cock 
for the first time and brought a hand to it. He groped 
his cock and fondled it. Pam's breath caught in her 
throat as she watched her oblivious father play with his 
cock.

"Mushn't let Pamy shee daddie's cock," Jack mumbled as he 
began to stroke his penis.

Pam gasped at her father's words. Why was he saying that. 
She stood as though her feet were nailed to the floor and 
watched as her father masturbated. 

"Daddy," Pam whispered and didn't know why. 

Jack raised his head and squinted his eyes to focus on 
her. 

"Pretty, pretty Pamy," he said, "sho, sho shexy. Daddy 
wanss Pamy."

Pam gasped loudly at her father's words. Jack raised his 
free hand and brought it slowly to one of her breasts and 
gently squeezed it. Pam stood in shock and raised her own 
hand. She had intended to pull his hand away, but when 
she placed her hand over his she realized that his 
groping felt good and she hesitated. She held his hand 
and pressed it harder into her fleshy breast. 

Something screamed at the back of Jack Roberts' mind, but 
his drunken brain couldn't capture the thought. He 
released his cock and reached up to unbutton Pam's shirt, 
but found his hands incapable of the task. Pam reached up 
and did the unbuttoning for him and let the shirt slip 
off her shoulders and onto the floor. She reached behind 
herself and felt for the clasp to her bra. She unhooked 
it and shrugged her shoulders. The bra fell away and 
clung to her breasts for a brief moment before it tumbled 
to the floor. 

Jack gasped as he saw her perfect breasts appear. He 
raised a hand to each breast and squeezed them gently. He 
grasped a nipple between the fingers of each hand and 
rolled them gently. Pam moaned as the sensation coursed 
through her body. 

"Sho pretty," Jack said as he fondled his daughter's 
breasts. "Sho grown up."

Pam raised her hands and held her father's to her 
breasts. She had never imagined that it would feel so 
good. She looked down at her father's cock and watched as 
it throbbed and swayed. A drop of fluid oozed out of its 
tip and coursed down the front of it. It was like 
watching a tear run down a cheek. 

Pam got a sudden urge and she sank down to her knees. She 
grasped the large cock and stroked it. Jack moaned loudly 
and watched as his daughter played with his cock. Pam 
finally leaned forward and kissed it. 

"Yeshhhh!" Her father moaned and put both of his hands on 
top of her head. 

Pam opened her mouth and let her father push her head 
onto his cock. The plum shaped head popped into her mouth 
and she wrapped her lips around the hot, meaty shaft. The 
invading cock pulsed and jerked as Jack guided his 
daughter's head up and down in his lap. Jack surrendered 
to her ministrations and fell back onto the bed. He 
moaned as Pam continue to suck on his swollen member. Hot 
blood coursed through his body as his arousal grew and 
grew. Suddenly, Jack thought clearly and his eyes shot 
open.

"Dear God!" He gasped and sat up, "No, Pamy, no!"

Jack grabbed his daughter's face in both hands and pulled 
her sucking mouth off his cock with a loud plop. Pam 
looked at him with glazed eyes and her mouth still 
rounded in and 'O'.

"No, Pamy," he said trying to focus, "we mushn't."

"Please, daddy," Pam implored, "I want to."

The emotions of the day; the sense of loss and tragedy, 
had awakened the basic instinct in her to mate. The drive 
was strong and she needed release. Pam pushed herself up 
onto her feet and quickly pulled off her pants and 
panties. She stood naked before her father. She saw his 
eyes travel up and down her body. She saw his gaze pause 
at her cunt and how his eyes ate up her breasts. 

Jack looked at the naked beauty of his daughter and felt 
the desire surge through his body. She was the most 
beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her breasts were 
perfect. They were big and round and stood up proudly. 
Her nipples were red and fat. Her trim, flat stomach 
flared into gently curved hips. A small amount of sparse 
blonde hair curled atop her swollen cunt. He could see 
moisture on her cunt lips and he wet his own lips with 
his tongue. He surrendered to his desires and pulled her 
down onto the bed. He crushed his mouth onto hers and 
drove his tongue into her mouth. 

Pam tasted the smoky flavor of the scotch whiskey on his 
tongue as she sucked it into her mouth. She felt her 
father's hand slide down her back and grab her ass cheek. 
He kneaded her there and pulled her body harder into his. 
She felt his hard cock press into the side of her hip and 
she reached down to caress it. Jack moaned into her mouth 
as he felt her fingers wrap around his cock. 

He pulled away from her mouth and looked down at her 
caressing hand. He rolled both of them over and lay on 
top of her. He drove his mouth onto hers again. He felt 
her legs spread and his cock came to rest on her stomach. 
He felt her hand reach down between them and grasp his 
cock. Jack raised up a few inches and Pam guided his cock 
to her cunt. 

Jack looked into her eyes as his cock poised at her 
entrance. He saw the feverish desire there and slowly 
pushed his swollen member into her. His cock slid into 
her tight cunt. Inch after inch slowly disappeared into 
her. Pam gasped and arched her back as she felt herself 
being invaded. His cock seemed to drive up into her 
stomach. She felt so full and yet he kept on pushing. 
Finally, the head of his cock rested against her cervix 
and Jack just held it there, letting her get used to the 
feeling. 

Pam hungered for more and tried to move her pelvis, but 
his weight prevented her from moving.

"Fuck me!" She moaned. "Please, fuck me!",

Jack pushed himself up onto his arms and looked down 
between their bodies. He could see where his cock 
disappeared into her cunt. Her cunt lips stretched 
obscenely around his fat shaft. Jack slowly pulled back 
and watched as the inner lips of her cunt stretched and 
pulled out with it. He pulled it out a few inches and 
then pushed it back in. Pam groaned and muttered. 

"What?" Jack asked. "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me!" Pam nearly shouted and pushed 
her pelvis up against his. "I want you to fuck me hard!"

Pam couldn't believe she was saying these things. She 
didn't know where they were coming from. It was as though 
she had been taken over by a different person and she 
could only watch from inside of her mind.

Jack pulled his cock half way out and then slammed it 
back into her. 

"Oh, fuck! Yesss!" Pam groaned and arched her back again.

Pam's juices flowed around his cock and lessened the 
friction. Jack started stroking in and out of his 
daughter. He stroked slowly at first. Pulling his cock 
out until only the head stayed within and then sliding it 
back in. He pulled out slowly one more time, but this 
time he drove back in hard and fast. 

"Yesss!" Pam cried out. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" 

Jack plowed into his daughter with long fluid strokes. He 
watched her face as she chewed her lower lip and tossed 
her head from side to side. Pam moaned and groaned as the 
pleasure built up inside of her. She couldn't stop 
herself from yelling out as the pleasure mounted.

"That's it. Fuck your little girl. Drive that big cock 
into me," she said as she stared into her father's eyes. 

"I'll give it to you," Jack said as he slammed into her. 

The look in Pam's eyes got even more intense as he fucked 
hard into her battered cunt.

"Yess! Yesssss!" She wailed. "Fuck me hard. You like it. 
You like fucking your little girl don't you? Don't you?"

"Yes!" Jack answered her. "I like it. I want to drive my 
cock into you until you beg me to stop."

"Do it! Do it!" She screamed. "Drive that big fucking 
cock into me. Fuck me all night. I want to feel that big 
fucking cock filling me up. Fuck me!"

Jack groaned as the pleasure engulfed his body. His sweat 
glistened on his body as he worked hard at pleasing his 
daughter. He could feel his balls tighten and draw up 
against his body. He picked up the tempo as he knew his 
cum would soon come boiling out of him.

Pam felt the urgency of her father's motions and knew he 
was about to cum. She met his downward strokes with 
thrusts of her own and could feel his shaft stroke 
against her clit. She could feel her own orgasm building 
and her breathing became hard and deep.

"Yes, yes, I'm going to cum," she moaned and wrapped her 
legs around her father's waist. 

Her father's cock swelled inside of her and suddenly she 
felt the hot splash of his cum. That was all it took and 
the waves of her orgasm cascaded over her.

"Ohhhh, fuck!" She wailed and tossed from side to side. 

Jack pressed his cock into her and felt the jets of cum 
escape his body. He trembled on his outstretched arms and 
collapsed on top of her. He could feel her cunt milk his 
cock as the ripples of her orgasm contracted her muscles. 
Pam's body was as rigid as a bar of steel. Her legs 
squeezed hard around his waist and her hands clawed at 
his back. He felt the sharp burn as one of her 
fingernails tore into his skin, but bore the pain. Pam 
finally relaxed and her arms and legs fell away. She lie 
beneath him and her breath came in gasps.

"Oh, daddy. That was so good," she whispered.

Jack rolled off his daughter and covered his eyes with a 
forearm.

'My, God. What have I done? I fucked my own daughter!'

The emotions caught up to Jack and tears started to fall 
from his eyes. Pam felt her father's body shake and she 
looked over at him. She could feel his agony and she 
rolled over and hugged him.

"Don't be sad, daddy," she told him and kissed his cheek.

Jack wrapped his arms around his daughter and hugged her 
tightly.

"I'm so sorry, Pamy," he told her.

Pam pushed her father away and looked into his tear 
blurred eyes.

"No, daddy!" She implored. "Don't be sorry. Please, don't 
be sorry."

"Pamy, this was wrong. We should have never done this," 
he told her and frowned.

"I don't care, daddy," she told him. "I wanted to do it. 
I love you, daddy."

"Ah, baby," Jack said and hugged her again. "I know you 
love me, and I love you too, but we shouldn't have done 
this. What would people say."

"Oh, daddy!" Pam mumbled into his chest. "People won't 
know. I'll never tell anyone."

"I know, Pamy. I know, but I still feel bad."

Pam refused to accept her father's feelings. She wanted, 
no, she needed him to accept what had happened without 
remorse because if he didn't she knew that this would 
build a wall between them. 

Pam slid off the bed and grabbed one of her father's 
hands and tugged on it. Jack looked at her and frowned.

"Come on!" Pam insisted.

Jack slid off the bed and onto his feet. He swayed for a 
moment and realized that he was still drunk. He let Pam 
lead him into the bathroom and watched as she turned on 
the shower and adjusted the temperature. She pushed him 
into the shower stall and he was surprised when she came 
in with him. He stood there and let her soap up his body. 
She washed his back and chest. She soaped up his arms and 
then bent over to do his legs. 

Jack surrendered himself completely and savored her 
delicate and caring touch. The warm water seemed to help 
the throbbing in his head and he closed his eyes. His 
eyes popped open as he felt her hands grasp his slimy 
cock. He watched as she gently soaped his cock and balls. 
She paid special attention to them and her washing turned 
into a fondling. His cock tried to rise, but couldn't. It 
filled out slightly as she stroked a sudsy hand along its 
length. 

Pam marveled at the heft of her father's cock. She was 
amazed that this part of his body could bring her so much 
pleasure. She still found it hard to believe that the 
wanton girl of earlier was she. She had never said those 
words before and had only heard them at school, but they 
had come rushing out of her as naturally as breathing. 

"I think that you're wasting your efforts, Pam," her 
father said.

She looked at him and frowned then realized that he 
thought she was trying to arouse him again.

"I... I was just fe... feeling it, dad," she told him and 
saw the understanding in his eyes.

Jack turned under the spray of the shower and rinsed 
himself off then he reached for the soap and Pam's eyes 
widened as she realized that he was going to do the same 
thing to her. Jack turned her and washed her back then 
reached around and washed her breasts. 

His soapy hands explored their weight and he marveled at 
how solid they were. He also marveled at how big they 
were and how he had never been aware of their size 
before. They were bigger than his wife's and Pam was only 
fourteen. He released her breasts and moved his hands 
down to her waist. Unlike her father, Pam became aroused 
at his touch and she watched her nipples pucker and 
extend from her body. She felt the warmth spread through 
her cunt.

Jack washed the cheeks of her ass and drew a finger 
between them. Pam shuddered as his finger passed over her 
sphincter. Jack felt her reaction and moved his finger 
back down to her nether hole. He soaped his hand and 
slowly pushed his finger into her ass. 

Pam groaned and clutched his other arm. Jack slowly slid 
the finger in and out and felt her ass relax. He pulled 
his finger out and Pam moaned at the loss. Jack bent over 
and soaped her legs. He felt slightly dizzy for a moment 
and took in a deep breath. He had to stop drinking he 
told himself. He stood behind her once again and placed 
the soap over her fuzzy patch of hair. 

He worked up a lather and then put the soap aside. His 
hand moved through her curly hairs and down onto her cunt 
lips. Pam moaned and a shiver went through her body. Jack 
parted her lips slightly and moved his finger up to her 
clit. He found the little swollen button and circled his 
finger around it. Pam moaned and leaned back into her 
father's body. 

They were both surprised when they realized that his cock 
was hard again. It slid into the crack of her ass and Pam 
pushed back against it and clenched her ass cheeks. It 
was Jack's turn to moan.

Jack's fingers eagerly parted her cunt lips and he pushed 
a finger into her. Pam moaned louder and rubbed her ass 
up and down on her father's cock. She reached behind her 
and bent his cock down and trapped it between their 
bodies. She worked he ass up and down as he shoved 
another finger into her cunt and stroked her clit with 
the other hand. 

She groaned loudly as the head of his cock rubbed against 
her ass hole. She was trapped between two pleasure 
centers and didn't know which to surrender to. She never 
imagined that he ass could be so sensitive and she 
suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have his 
cock in there.

Pam bent forward slightly and reached past her father's 
hand and between her legs. She felt her father's balls 
and then the head of his cock poked her arm. She felt 
around and grasped his cock. Jack wondered what she was 
doing and looked down between them as she pulled forward 
slightly. 

Jack's eyes opened wide as he saw her line up his cock 
head with her asshole. He felt her push back against him 
and he held on to her hips. He pressed forward slightly 
and watched as his cock nearly bent in two. Suddenly, the 
head of his cock pressed past the sphincter and half of 
his cock slammed into her ass. Pam groaned and quickly 
straightened up.

"So big," she moaned.

"I'm sorry, Pam," Jack said and started to pull his cock 
out.

"No!" Pam gasped and reached behind her to hold him in 
place.

They stood like that for a minute as the water sprayed 
against their bodies. Jack looked down and saw the small 
red mouth of his daughter's asshole grasping his cock. He 
watched as more of his cock slowly slid into her as she 
pressed back against him. His cock disappeared into her 
and he moaned at the clutching of her asshole. 

She slowly slid part of his cock out and then pressed 
back into him. He let her set the pace and after a half 
dozen strokes his cock was sliding easily all the way in 
and out of her. She tried to increase the pace, but only 
succeeded in pulling her ass all the way off of his 
swollen cock.

"Put it back in! Put it back!" She practically wailed.

Jack grasped his cock and holding it at the head he 
squeezed it and pushed against her opening once again. 
His cock slid in easily this time and he heard Pam grunt 
as she accepted his girth. She wasted no time in slamming 
her ass back against him and this time Jack grasped her 
by the hips so that he could guide her. 

Nancy had only let him fuck her there once and it had 
been such a bad experience that he had lost his hard on 
and she hadn't spoken to him for several days. But, Pam 
was different. She seemed to be enjoying the sensation of 
his fat cock sliding in and out of her. She picked up the 
pace and started stroking back and forth. She grunted 
every time he pushed into her. Pam placed both hands 
against the shower wall and bent down further to make it 
easier for her father to fuck her ass. 

Jack bent his knees slightly and started pummeling her 
asshole. Pam couldn't believe the feelings spreading 
throughout her body. They were different than before, but 
just as good. She lowered a hand and sought out her cunt. 
She moaned as her fingers made contact with her clit and 
she began to stroke it hard. 

Jack was lost in his ecstasy and fucked like a machine. 
The pressure around his cock was constant and intense. He 
watched as Pam tossed her head from side to side. He 
could hear her mumbling, but didn't know what she was 
saying. Her curly mop of hair had straightened under the 
constant spray of water and lay plastered against her 
back. 

He was mesmerized by the flow of water down her flawless 
skin. He raised a hand and slowly traced a finger along 
her spine. Pam shuddered at his touch. Jack's hand slid 
along her side and reached around to grasp one of her 
breasts. Jack squeezed her fat tit and then rolled the 
nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Pam let out a 
loud shout and he felt her shudder. Pam's back arched as 
her orgasm rushed up her spine and down into her legs. 
Her mouth opened and a strange animal moan escaped her 
throat. 

The sound of his daughter's throaty moan spurred Jack on 
and his cock slid in an out of her like a jack hammer. He 
clutched her sides and pushed himself all the way in as 
his own cum spurted out and into her bowels. Jack's own 
knees trembled and he found it too difficult to stand. He 
slowly folded onto his knees and Pam went down with him. 

They both knelt on the hard tile floor and laughed as the 
cooling water rushed over them. Pam reached back and 
pulled her father's face over her shoulder. She twisted 
her head and they were barely able to embrace. Jack felt 
the warm fullness of his daughter's lips embrace him and 
his entire soul seemed to pour into her. 

Jack had crossed a bridge and didn't dare look back to 
see if it was burning. He was afraid to find out on which 
side his daughter would be. 

The End 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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