"Scarlett?" Paul said, bending down in front of her and extending his hand.

Mandy took it and he gently pulled her up to her feet.

"What I want you to do now," Paul told her, "is come with me over to the bed. Danielle, you can just stay there and watch."

Paul led Mandy over to the bed and she lay down as he quickly removed all of his clothes. Once he was naked he crawled on with her and took her in his arms. He kissed her on the lips, then whispered in her ear, "Why don't you suck my cock a little first?"

Without a word Mandy leaned down over his stomach, took his cock in her mouth, and started to suck and stroke it. As she worked she looked over toward Danielle and saw the girl still sitting on the sofa, her hands in her lap, watching them intently. Mandy wished she could wave or smile at her or something.

She continued to suck Paul's cock for another minute or so, then Paul touched her under the chin and she stopped. She barely had a chance to look up at him before he grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her almost roughly onto her back. From habit she knew to spread her legs, and Paul immediately got between them and started to poke his cock at her pussy. Mandy reached down to try to help him but he pushed her hand away, grabbed it himself, and held onto it as he plunged his cock into her.

Mandy gasped and made a sound as if she was in pain. She wasn't, but she knew that was what Paul wanted (it was what most guys wanted). She grabbed his biceps and pretended to resist as Paul went at her, fucking her hard and groaning in her ear. He peppered her face with kisses and squeezed her breasts, bit her earlobe and asked her if she liked having Daddy's cock in her tight little pussy. Mandy wasn't sure if he wanted her to say yes or no, so she simply didn't say anything.

Instead she looked over at Danielle. The girl was still sitting on the sofa with her hands in her lap, watching them, but now she looked sort of scared. Mandy turned her eyes away, focusing on a spot on the ceiling. She stared at it and let her mind go blank as Paul continued to fuck her.

A few long minutes went by with Paul repeatedly slamming his cock into Mandy's small young body, then he finally stopped, raised himself up, and pulled his cock out of her pussy. He got to his feet, saying, "Okay, sweetheart, it's your turn."

Mandy got up from the bed and stood aside as Danielle came over. She sat down on the bed and was just about to lay down when Paul said, "Put my dick in your mouth, for a second, sweetheart." Danielle automatically did what he said. "That's it, baby, now suck Scarlett's come off of me." Danielle obediently sucked and licked at her dad's cock. "That's it, that's it. Okay, now you can lay down."

Danielle released her dad's cock and started to lay down, but then stopped and, in a tiny voice, said, "Daddy, I don't want to."

"Too bad," Paul said. "You're gonna do it anyway. Now, lay down."

Danielle reluctantly lay down on the bed with her legs together and her arms at her sides. She looked at Mandy, and the same scared expression was still on her face, which forced Mandy to look away again.

Paul crawled onto the bed, pushed Danielle's legs apart, then lay down between them. He put one arm under her and sort of half hugged her and kissed her on the mouth. With his other hand he guided his cock up to her pussy.

"Daddy, please don't," Danielle said.

"Shut up, Danielle," Paul said as he snuggled the head of his cock between her pussy lips.

"No!" Danielle suddenly cried, and she began to struggle to get out from under her dad.

Paul raised his hand to hit her, but apparently remembered what Mandy had said and dropped it again. Instead he pushed Danielle down onto the bed and held her there with his weight as he got his cock in the right position again. Danielle continued to fight but it was useless; in another second Paul had the end of his cock in her.

Danielle, though still struggling, closed her eyes tight and gritted her teeth. Paul pushed his hips forward and slowly pushed his cock into his daughter's pussy. Danielle took in a sharp breath, then cried out as her dad's cock pushed further and further into her.

"Daddy, it hurts," she whined.

"Just relax, dammit," Paul told her.

He pushed himself the rest of the way into her, then stopped as if he needed to rest. Danielle let out a breath and looked at Mandy. Mandy could see tears spilling down the girl's cheeks.

"God, this is nice," Paul said, then immediately started to fuck his daughter.

He shoved himself into her just as hard as he had done with Mandy, his body moving steadily on top of her, his cock sliding rhythmically in and out of her. Danielle had quit fighting him and was now just holding on, tears pouring from her eyes and a low quavering moan escaping from her open mouth.

"Come on now," Paul told her in a slightly strained voice, "I know you like it. You like getting fucked by your daddy, don't you, sweetie? Come on, say it. Say, 'Fuck me, Daddy.'"

"Fuck me, Daddy," Danielle whimpered.

"That's it, baby. Oh yeah."

Paul continued to fuck her, harshly ramming his cock into his weeping daughter's body, until finally he said, "Oh God, I'm gonna come. Get ready, sweetheart."

He groaned and growled, then shoved his cock into her one final time, and it was obvious to Mandy that he was coming. When he was done he collapsed on top of Danielle, who buried her face in his neck and continued to cry softly. Mandy didn't know what to do, whether she should get dressed and leave or just keep standing there. She decided to just keep standing there, although she felt kind of stupid.

Finally, Paul rose up, pulling his cock out of his daughter's pussy, and sat back on the bed. Danielle jumped up and, still crying, ran into the bathroom. She slammed the door behind her, and a moment later Mandy could hear the shower running.

"That was incredible," Paul said.

"What am I supposed to do now?" Mandy asked.

Paul shrugged and answered, "I guess you can leave. You did your job. And a damn good job too, Scarlett. Thanks a lot."

Mandy looked toward the bathroom door, then back at Paul.

"I think she might be hurt," she said.

"Oh, don't worry about her, she'll be alright. I'll take her out for ice cream tonight, make her feel better. Go ahead and get dressed and take off. And thanks again."

Mandy continued to stand where she was for a moment, wanting to ask him if she could see Danielle again, wanting to tell him that she thought they could be friends, but she couldn't make herself talk. Finally, she just got dressed, picked up her purse, made sure the money was still there, then left without saying goodbye.

She found her way out of the apartment building and walked down Alexander Street to Eighth Street. There was a park there, set right on the edge of the cliff overlooking the bay, and she found a bench to sit on where she could see the water. And as she watched a boat make its slow way toward the tideflats to the south, Mandy cried.