Perverts 'R' Us

The Twin Mints

By The Purvv ( m/f, M/f, 1st, teen, cons, / reluc, Blkm, inc-fath/dau, oral )

The kids in the school referred to them as the 'Twin Mints'. Rhonda Wiener and Jeanne Ferrante did everything together. Moreover, the girls, who were the best of friends, just happened to be the two most beautiful girls in the school.

Both stood at 5'4". Rhonda was a blonde whose 32B breasts were smaller than her friend's, but whose long legs and perfect ass made her just as impressive as Jeanne. The latter was a brunette, whose 34B breasts were the talk of the school. What was most impressive about the young girls were their equally beautiful good looks.

They lived only two blocks apart and for the past six years were practically sisters. The 14-year-old beauties spent every weeknight together at one or the other's house and, more often than not, one of them would stay overnight at the other's house on a Friday or Saturday.

Rhonda's father Dick was a policeman who rotated shifts on a week-to-week basis. Ever since her mother had passed on, whenever her father was working the 4-12 shift Rhonda would stay every night at her girlfriend's house until about 11 PM when Mr. Ferrante would take her home.

Usually, when her dad was working the 8 AM to 4 PM or the midnight to 8 AM shift, the house situation was reversed and Dick would take Jeanne home at 11 PM on those nights. However, nothing was etched in stone and usually every month there were a few exceptions to the rule.

On weeknights, the girls would usually help each other with homework and would practice their cheerleading routines.

This Friday night was different. Unbeknownst to their parents Jeanne was out on her first date. She had gotten Rhonda to agree to tell the Ferrante's that they were they were going to a movie. While Rhonda stayed home, Jeanne was out with Charlie Recoppa, the school's number one quarterback and the most sought after 'hunk' in the senior class.

Charlie knew that he was considered a 'hottie'. He had already screwed his share of the females in the school and young Jeanne was number one on his current want list. He wanted her badly. She was the hottest thing that he had ever seen throughout his four years at Green Kills High. During the past two weeks, he had really been coming on to her.

On this night, Charlie had taken young Jeanne to Sean Eastman's party. Quite a few of the other girls at the party were trying to lure him away from her but he wouldn't leave her side. He wanted to show her that she was the 'only one'.

Charlie constantly kept his arm around her shoulder and a couple of times he kissed her softly on the lips or neck, making her feel 'tingly' without forcing himself on her or scaring her. He kept offering the youngster a drink but she kept refusing. She was high enough because of the attention that Charlie was devoting to her.

Finally, at about 10:15 PM, she broke down and had her first drink in her life; a screwdriver that Charlie made sure was loaded up with vodka. As she drank, it made her feel funny. As soon as she finished it, Charlie immediately pushed another into her hand.

He continued nuzzling her neck and occasionally gave her a light kiss on her lips, which, by this second drink, were starting to feel somewhat numb to her.

At about 10:50 PM, as soon as she had finished that second powerful drink, he said, "Let's get outta here, hon."

When they stepped outside in the cold December air Jeanne giggled. Her head felt 'funny' and she was happy. Her jacket was opened but she didn't feel the cold. Charlie led her to his car, pulling away immediately after she sat down and closed the door. 'Harry's Lane here we come,' he thought. As he drove, he continuously glanced over at her. He was excited and nervous. He could see that her eyes were glassy and he could hear that her speech was slightly slurred.

He kept looking at her breasts and he felt hornier than he had ever felt. This kid was not only beautiful but she also had a set of tits of such size and beauty that he had only seen in much older girls in his senior class.

He pulled into the usual secluded spot and parked, leaving the car idling. As soon as he had parked, Charlie turned and reached out to her. Jeanne was excited. She moved over toward him and his lips closed on hers. As he moved to her, the floor shift kept them from closing into each other completely. As his lips tenderly worked on hers, Jeanne felt a strangeness...a light-headedness.

"This frigging thing's in the way, Jeannie. Can we sit in the back?" he asked softly.

Jeanne nodded. She had never before been kissed by any boy, and this was feeling so good. In addition, she was beginning to have some strong feelings toward Charlie. She was thinking that maybe they were falling in love. She badly wanted to taste his mouth much more than she had so far. She wanted to experience a 'real' kiss...like she had always heard about.

Charlie was sitting in the back seat first and as she started to sit in with him Charlie said, "You should take your jacket off babe. It's hot in here. Aren't you hot?" he asked.

She nodded and quickly removed it. He was right. It was extremely hot inside the car.

As soon as the young girl sat, she moved her mouth onto his. Jeanne wanted to taste his lips. Her hands went around Charlie's head and their lips eagerly met. Suddenly she felt his mouth opening slightly under hers and his tongue was pushing at her lips. He moved his hand around her shoulders.

Her heart was beating heavily. Until now, she had only heard about French kissing. She opened her mouth. Then the youngster gasped into his mouth as his tongue penetrated into hers. She pulled his face closer and pushed her eager body into his. As her breasts pushed into him, Charlie moaned into her mouth.

Suddenly she felt his hands move from her back and slide to her front. Gently each one clasped one of her breasts. Jeanne stiffened. Nobody had ever touched her like that. She hurriedly grabbed down and clasped his hands. At the same time, her mouth fought to break away from his passionate kiss, but his mouth stayed glued to hers as she tried to turn away.

Her hands on his couldn't stop him from squeezing her breasts. She was panicky as Charlie pushed her downward onto the seat. Her face fought enough to pull away and cry out into his hot pursuing mouth.

"Stop...no Charlie...stop...please stop please..."

As his body lay on hers, he began grinding his hips into hers. Jeanne was thrashing about frantically, trying to push the football player off her. This only seemed to excite him more than he already was. Somehow, he had managed to get his hands inside of the young girl's blouse and under her bra. Jeanne panicked as she felt his fingers on the flesh of her mounds.

Charlie's mouth kept glued to hers and she was then pushing at his chest frantically trying to fight him off. "NO...! No Charlie...NO, I SAID!" She was twisting furiously under him, which was making him hotter. He was sure that she really wanted it and was putting on the usual act.

Then she felt him pulling her slacks and panties off at the same time...

"NOOOO!!! Charlie, no..." Jeanne began crying because of the helplessness of the situation. She didn't want this, not like this. Her body was jerking about wildly; tears were running down her cheeks.

Charlie had never had such a hot bitch like this. He knew that she wanted him. She was as hot as he was, he thought. Holding her down firmly with one hand, with the other he unbuckled his pants and pushed them down along with his shorts to his knees.

"No...Oh no...Charlie please, don't...Don't Charlie..." She was babbling between sobs.

He had maneuvered himself between her legs. He was on fire. He felt his cock at the entrance of her hole and he pushed.

"AAAAHHHH!" Jeanne screamed out at the pain that was cursing through her. "No Charlie, no! You're hurting me! Stahhhhppppp!"

She struggled wildly to pull herself up and to escape from the unbearable pain but Charlie held her down. There was no escape, the youngster realized. Tears welled into her large brown eyes and she bit her lower lip so as not to cry out again.

'I'm going to rip this little bitch apart,' he told himself as he thrust fiercely inside her tight pussy channel breaking through the hymen. Jeanne let out a loud final gawd-awful scream, but no one could hear because of the remoteness and because the windows were tightly shut. Then Charlie was pumping his cock inside this beautiful young girl; thrusting into her like a wild stud, while animal-like grunts emanated from his throat.

Jeanne didn't know when the pain subsided and when the tide turned, but before Charlie could cum, while he was fiercely pounding into her, she was suddenly moving beneath him, matching his rhythm with little involuntary movements of her own. Within the next minute she found that her body was actually lifting and pushing up to meet his thrusts as a sexual excitement built within her. She was thrilling at the feel of his throbbing cock; it was sliding so smoothly in and out of pussy, pounding her depths and then pulling back before moving deep within her again. Tiny hot explosions were within her and the youngster felt these flames of pleasure lashing out relentlessly to every part of her sensually aroused womb and vagina.

The police car pulled up behind them. Dick Wiener opened his door quietly. He enjoyed catching lovers on Harry's Lane. Every once in a while he even got lucky, and would catch them fucking. It was fun seeing their reaction.

Often, it would also turn him on. He hadn't had any pussy himself since his wife died two years ago, and seeing others going at it excited him. That was, whenever he was able to catch them in the act. However, to do so he had to be devious.

Leaving his radio car door open, he quietly got out and carefully moved to the side of the parked car up ahead. The windows were somewhat fogged up but Dick was still able to see inside. Inside on the back seat were what looked like a couple of kids, going at it hot and heavy. The kid was pounding away into a hot little box that was thrashing about wildly.

Dick leaned closer to the rear side window. Through the foggy glass, he could see the figures fucking passionately. As he watched, Dick's cock in his pants became hard as a rock. With his eyes looking hotly on the bucking bodies of the young couple, Dick moved his hand to his pants and squeezed his inflamed pecker. He was wet inside.

Suddenly the girl in the car pulled her mouth away from the boy and looked at the window toward the cop. Dick, wanting it to look like he had just arrived at the scene, rapped on the window of the car with his baton as soon as he saw the girl start to look to the window at him.

Both parties inside the automobile jumped and scrambled. Dick could make out the movements of the two kids hurriedly and frantically putting their clothes back in place.

He rapped on the window again.

It rolled open and he was confronted with a teenaged boy of about 18 who he knew to be Lieutenant Recoppa's son.

"Y-y-yes officer...I...we..."

Dick looked past the boy. He was hoping to get a sneak peek at the pussy or a tit of the young girl. Suddenly he froze. He was shocked. His daughter's best friend was the owner of that hot body that Dick had seen thrashing about wildly.

Jeanne immediately recognized Rhonda's dad, even before he recognized her. She was in a panic. Her mind was thinking in broken pieces. If she told him about the rape, would he or anyone believe her? Charlie was the son of a police lieutenant and the star of the football team. Even if she was believed…

…then he would undoubtedly be suspended and possibly arrested.

Her mom and dad would find out that she had lied to them.

Moreover, it may even make the papers.

And then there was the flip side: what if she wasn't believed?

Jeanne smiled bravely and softly whispered, "Hi, Mr. Wiener."

Dick was dumbfounded. He smelled the liquor inside the car. "Are you okay, Jeanne?" he asked stupidly.

"Uh huh...yeah," she lied.

After about 30 seconds of silence Dick spoke, "Get out of here, both of you, right now. And go right home!" He was embarrassed for the girl. "And don't let me catch you here again, understand?"

"Y-yes sir." Charlie was already scrambling to the front as Dick walked back to his car. Before he could get in and close the door, the young couple had pulled away.

When Dick sat down in the car he realized that his underpants were soaking. He was feeling guilty because he knew that Jeanne's young thrashing body had caused the wetness, and he was embarrassed that he had become so aroused from seeing a 14-year-old girl.

As he pulled away and started driving around Dick tried to think about how he should handle this. Should he tell Jeanne's parents? And what about his daughter, Rhonda?

He could not believe what he had just seen. Jeanne and his daughter formed what he considered the two most beautiful innocent girls in the town. Now his bubble had burst. He realized that he had seen Jeanne many times half-dressed at his house and he had never given it a second thought. Sure, he realized, for such a young girl she did indeed have a nice body, and she was beautiful. However, she was just a kid...like Rhonda...

He kept mentally visualizing the wild gyrations of Jeanne's body tossing about under the Recoppa boy, and the wild look in her eyes when they had opened the window. Dick had mistaken her look of fear for wanton passion, much as Charlie had.

Dick could not shake the image from his mind. He was riding around with his cock in a continuous state of arousal from mentally picturing the young girl. He could feel that his pants were soaked from the pre-cum that kept seeping out of his cock.

As he drove around, he began conjuring up a fantasy. Now that he knew that Jeanne was putting out, his mental thoughts of her fucking made his mind begin to think that maybe she would be receptive to him.

Just as quick as the thought came to him, Dick admonished himself. She was only 14, he told himself, and judging by the blood that he had seen, it looked to him like tonight was probably her first time. Obviously, she was not a whore or school slut.

She probably had a crush on Lieutenant Recoppa's boy. After all, he was the school's top 'jock'. Dick thought to himself that as exciting as it was to fantasize about fucking little Jeannie, he knew that this thinking was not realistic.

With her on his now active mind, Dick now realized that he had indeed looked her over in the past. He liked to think of himself as mentally mature but that kid had a body that was impossible to ignore. Thinking back, Dick knew in his heart that he had often ogled the youngster's body when no one was paying attention to him. He thought that his own daughter Rhonda had a size 34 breast and Jeanne's were obviously even more developed.

His mind wandered in its imagination. He began thinking that maybe he could somehow blackmail the youngster into going to bed with him. That fantasy snapped him back to reality.

'My God,' he was amazed at himself, 'What in Hell am I thinking? Don't even go there, Dickie boy. She's just a kid...Only 14. No older than Rhonda...'

As he drove around further, Dick began to realize that he had not paid attention enough to the fact that his daughter and her friends were growing up. Rhonda was 14 also now, and she too was maturing, just like Jeanne.

Then realization finally hit home for the policeman and his stomach dropped. If Jeanne had gone 'all the way' then how far away was it before Rhonda might get to that same point? Or worse yet...had she already?

For the rest of his tour of duty Dick rode around in somewhat of a daze. He kept thinking of his daughter and how she had matured. He kept visualizing her firm tight breasts, her shapely hips, her tight, rounded buttocks and her gorgeous long legs. In addition, all of that belonged to a beautiful face, surrounded in long blonde hair, and could easily compete with any actress or model.

Until now Dick had never thought of how sexually attractive that his daughter might be to the boys in her school.

Now, suddenly aware, the thought was making him very uncomfortable. If her best friend Jeanne was having sex then it was a good assumption that the boys in the school were already on the make for Rhonda. Or worst...maybe they already...?

Dick continued thinking about his daughter; at times his mind played tricks on him by switching from a vision of Rhonda's body to a sudden picture of Jeanne's thrashing body under the Recoppa boy. These mental pictures continued right up until the end of his shift at midnight, and they continued to haunt him all the way home.

When he finally entered his house, Dick felt that he needed to have a drink to shake the images that had been floating around in his head all night. Finally, after two shots of bourbon and a couple of cans of beer, he decided to call it a night. If anything, the alcohol had made things worse for him. He could not shake the thoughts of his daughter from his head. He put the bottle back away in the liquor cabinet and his glass in the sink. After putting out the lights, he headed up the stairs, still thinking of Rhonda.

When he reached the top of the stairs, he paused. He looked over toward his daughter's door. His mind was racing. He cursed to himself and made his way toward his own room, but instead of passing by her bedroom door, he hesitated outside.

'What am I doing? Why do I want to go in there?' he asked himself. He did not wait for the answer. His hand tentatively reached out for the door handle. He slowly opened the door and quietly walked into the room. The only light was from the wall unit night-light. Focusing his eyes in the semi-darkness, he saw that Rhonda was in her bed. As he slowly approached, he began to see that his daughter was lying on her back, with the covers thrown off her body.

Dick's heart began pounding. He was deliberately quiet on the final step to the side of her bed. His mind was jumping wildly now as he looked down in his own confusion at his young daughter. Her beautiful face was surrounded by her blonde crown of hair, and with her eyes closed she had an Angelic look about her.

Rhonda was completely naked except for a pair of blue panties that clung tightly to her hips and crotch. Dick could feel his cock pushing strongly in his pants. Her budding breasts captivated him as they moved gently up and down under her easy breathing.

Then his eyes took in the wonderful length of her youthful body. As he concentrated his gaze on the upper area between her legs, he began to fantasize. He felt the moisture of pre-cum in his pants. 'Oh God, help me!' he pleaded to himself. He desperately wanted to push his face in his daughter's young cunt. 'God, help me!'

Knowing that he would not be able to control himself much longer, Dick rushed out of her bedroom.

As soon as he was out of the room Rhonda's eyes popped wide open. Her little heart was pounding. She was a light sleeper and when her door handle rattled, she had begun to stir. Then, in a semi-sleep, she sensed something around her and woke up.

Her eyes flashed open and she saw that her father looking at her body with a strange look on his face. She panicked and shut her eyes tight, hoping that he had not seen her looking at him. She heard his deep breathing and smelled the alcohol. She was frightened that he was in her bedroom like that.

When he had rushed from her bedroom, he was in a state of confusion, unable to come to grips with his body's reaction. He hurried to his own room, not bothering to close the door. He tore off his clothes and quickly lay on his back on his bed. He took his throbbing cock in his hand as his mind visualized Rhonda naked from the waste up in her bed. Then as he began stroking himself he switched the picture in his mind to little Jeannie, fucking wildly in the back seat of the car.

Rhonda heard her father moaning. Not recognizing the sound (she thought he was crying) and knowing that he had been in her room, she suddenly concluded that he must have been by her because he needed help. She jumped up, threw on her robe, and rushed to his room.

She entered the doorway...and stopped...

The young girl was shocked. Her father had his cock in his hand, and he was jerking up and down on it frantically. The 14-year-old knew about such things but never suspected her father of masturbating. As she watched, he was furiously pulling at himself and continuously moaning. Her eyes were riveted on his long cock. She had never seen one. She could not imagine how a guy could get one of those into a girl.

Then he was pulling even harder as his moaning increased. Somehow, Rhonda was feeling a strangeness in her crotch. She found herself becoming excited from looking at her dad's cock and she kept trying to imagine how those things could get into a girl. He was pulling up and down, up and down...and suddenly Rhonda saw white spurts of white liquid shooting out of the end of his cock and falling all over his chest and stomach, while a steady grunt came from deep in his throat.

As Rhonda watched in fascination, she saw her father's hips jerk a couple of times and instinctively she knew that he was finishing. She quickly and silently retreated to her room where she threw off her robe, tossed it onto the chair and then hopped back on her bed, where she laid back, her chest pounding wildly from the excitement.

As she lay under the covers trying to calm down, those weird feelings that had begun in between her legs at the crotch now caused her to put her hand under her the elastic at the top of her panties and hurriedly push down inside. As soon as her trembling fingers reached her pussy, her body jumped. She quickly withdrew her hand and hastily pushed her panties off her hips, down her legs and off her ankles.

Then her hand again sought the moistness of her agitated pussy. She had finally seen a cock! The vision of it still in her head was stirring up a passion within her. Her fingers instinctively worked on her clitoris as she remembered her father looking down at her. He had actually seen her bare chest and her naked body, save for her panties. Could he have been in her room just for that purpose, she wondered? That thought suddenly excited her as she rubbed her fingers in her crack, masturbating herself for the first time in her life. Could he have actually gotten himself worked up by looking at her?

Her finger moved into her self-lubricated hole and began massaging within. Her hips were now moving gently up and down and rolling from side to side and, as she was bringing herself to a climax, she kept thinking of her father's cock. Her body was writhing under her hand's assault.

Maybe her father wanted her? Her mom was gone for two years now…

She was finger fucking furiously and she kept picturing her father's cock and imagining it inside of her. In me...in me...oooo! Rhonda felt a spasm rack her body and her thighs tightened around her hand as she moaned and pictured her father's cock.

Finally, it was over. She relaxed. Rhonda's fantasy shocked her. This was some night, she thought.

If only she knew, how wild a night it was to those closest to her.

***********

Jeanne did not sleep most of the night.

She had been raped. She knew that no one would believe her, except probably her parents, and they were the last ones that she wanted to know that anything happened. In addition, she did not want to create any problems.

Even the cops would not believe her. That was obvious by the look on Mr. Wiener's face when he caught them in the car. She could see by the look on his face that Rhonda's father believed that she was doing it by consent. If he believed that, then what chance would she have with the rest of the police when Charlie's father himself was a police lieutenant?

Jeanne didn't know whether or not to tell her parents. She knew that it would break their hearts just knowing that she had lost her virginity, willingly or not. If they found out about the rape all hell would break loose, she was sure. It would kill them.

Jeanne was in a frantic frame of mind. She was sure that Mr. Wiener had not told her mom and dad yet. She just was not sure if he was going to tell them. All she could think of doing was to ask Rhonda if her father had told her anything and, if so, how much? Moreover, what was he going to do, if anything?

***********

It was 7:30 AM on Saturday morning. Rhonda was in the shower when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Dick answered.

There was a deafening silence on the other end of the line.

"Hello?" he said again.

Again, there was no response. Dick was about to hang up when he heard:

"Er, I...er...Is, er Rhonda there?" Dick could barely hear the whisper.

"Jeanne?"

"Oh hi, Mr. Wiener. How, er, are you?" She spoke slightly louder now.

"Okay, hon," he responded. "She's in the shower; do you want me to tell her something?"

"Er, no, that's okay, I...Could you, er have her call me back...?" she asked quietly. Then realizing that her parents might be roused by Rhonda's return call Jeanne thought better of it and continued, "...no...er, never mind. I'll, er, call her back."

Dick could hear how nervous the young beauty was by the sound of her voice. He had had no intention of following up on what had happened, even though he had done some fantasizing after he originally caught she and the young Recoppa boy. Now, hearing how afraid she sounded, his interest became aroused and his police instincts alerted him to her possible vulnerability.

"Did you, er, tell your mom and dad, Jeanne?"

"NO!" she uttered in a loud frightened whisper, then a frantic desperate plea came softly over the phone, "Pleeese...please Mr. Wiener...I...can-can't...I...I...It would kill them. PLEASE!" She was pleading.

A long pause at his end and then finally he responded, "Are you staying the night here, Jeanne?" he asked, knowing that she usually did on Saturdays.

"I...I...er, yeah, I, er, think so. I haven't talked to Rhonda yet, but, er yeah, probably."

"Does she know about last night?"

"Er, no sir, I...I...if you..."

"No, I didn't tell her, hon."

There was a silence at her end.

"Er, Jeanne, are you afraid of me? Afraid of who I'll tell?"

"I'm not sure. Please don't Mr. Wiener. I promise I won't do anything like that again. Please?"

Dick heard the shower water turning off and realized that this conversation would not be lasting much longer.

"I'm not sure what I'm going to do...I, er, should be reporting it and telling your mom and pop. The only reason that I haven't so far is because it's you that's involved, but I'm not sure."

He heard her sobbing on the other end and could tell the panic in the 14-year old girl's voice.

"Listen Jeanne, calm down, hon. It's okay calm down. I'm not gonna do anything yet. Maybe we can talk tonight."

"You...you're not go...going...to tell..."

"I don't know yet. We'll see. But stay calm. We'll talk later if you want."

"Rhonda?"

"I won't say anything to either Rhonda or your parents. It's our secret until later. I have to decide what I think is best for you."

"Who's on the phone?" his daughter had just entered the room.

"It's Jeanne, sweetheart, you got out of the shower just in time, here," he said handing her the telephone.

As he walked out of the room he could not help but notice that he had a hard on and that once again there was wetness in his shorts.

***********

About 6 PM, her father dropped off Jeanne at the Wiener's house. Rhonda let her in the front door and they immediately went up to her room.

At about 8:30 PM the girls came back down to the living room to watch television. Dick was already there. As the night progressed, he allowed his eyes to look at both of the girls. Jeanne's breasts were magnificent for a 14-year-old. She was wearing a low cut blouse and whenever she bent forward, Dick would catch the movement from the corner of his eyes and would turn his face toward her to sneak a peek down her blouse.

A couple of times he saw an ample amount of flesh and he became aroused.

He had a plan in his head now.

During one of the times that Jeanne was leaning forward and Rhonda was out of the room, Dick turned his head and his eyes purposely lasered in on the young flesh under her blouse; this time making his ogling obvious. Suddenly while still leaning forward, Jeanne raised her head and looked up toward him. Her face flushed as she saw him staring intently.

At first, the young girl was shocked. She could not only tell where he was looking, but he made it seem that he wanted her to see him looking. No man had ever seen her chest but her father. This was Rhonda's father. Never before had he ever given any indication that he was looking at her in any way other than as the father of her best friend.

She wanted to rise and pull the top of her blouse up. She did not. She was frozen in sudden awareness. This was the cop who saw her being raped. He had seen her between the legs. Thinking back, Jeanne remembered the look that had been on his face at the time.

Her eyes stayed on his face. His eyes slowly moved from inside her blouse and momentarily looked up into her eyes as they were watching him. They stared at each other, and then his tongue licked out slowly across his lips and his eyes left hers and returned to the secret flesh inside her blouse.

His cock was rock hard now, knowing that she was seeing him look at her.

Finally, Rhonda came bouncing back in the room and Jeanne quickly returned to an upright position.

About 10 PM, his daughter left them alone again by going to the bathroom.

"Mr. Wiener...Did you decide if you are going to tell?" she whispered, obviously nervous.

"I...I'd like to talk to you about it," he quietly responded.

"But...I don't...I don't want Rhonda to hear what..."

"Neither do I, hon," he continued talking softly.

"But...I...how...?"

"Maybe we can talk after she's asleep?" He held out an offer.

At this point Jeanne was not absorbing exactly what this meant. She just knew that she did not want anyone, not even her best friend, to know what happened.

"Okay!" she whispered as Rhonda returned.

After 11 PM, the girls went upstairs. As usual, they went into the queen-sized bed together.

While waiting for Rhonda to go to sleep, Jeanne began thinking. Mr. Wiener didn't set a time or tell her in which room they were going to talk. In addition, she did not know what he had decided. She was hoping that he was not going to tell her parents.

Thinking back, she remembered her episode in the car. She considered telling Mr. Wiener the truth (that she had been raped) and maybe she could swear him to secrecy. However, she was sure that he would not believe it. He had seen her clutching wildly at Charlie while he was raping her. She could not even explain to herself why she had actually started to really enjoy the sex or why her body had begun responding. Nevertheless, she did know that Mr. Wiener had seen that. Remembering that, she was sure that she would never be able to convince him that she had been raped.

Then she remembered the wild thirsty look on Mr. Wiener's face when he caught Charlie and her. She also remembered seeing that same look on his face tonight...when he was looking down her blouse.

Jeanne tightened up. 'That's the answer!' Then she tried to shake off the thought. 'I can't...and besides...he's too old. And if I couldn't get him interested, I would really be in trouble.' Yet his wife died a long time ago and he's human. Maybe she could get him interested. After all, he did look at her. If she could pull it off then surely he would not tell about her and Charlie.

When Jeanne was sure that Rhonda was asleep, she slipped off the bed and, in her baby doll PJs, she moved to the door quietly. She decided that she would just plead with him.

Once she was outside, she went to the head of the stairs and looked down. The lights in the living room were out. It was about 1 AM. Maybe he did not want to wait for her. She was going back to her bed when she thought of the possibility that he was still awake. She went to his bedroom door.

She gently knocked.

"Yeah?" she heard him softly call out.

Nervously, she put her hand on the doorknob and turned the handle. Inside, the light was on and Rhonda's father was sitting up on the bed with his back against the backboard. A blanket covered his body, up over his legs and hips. His chest was bare, as he wore no t-shirt.

"Mr. Wiener?" she hesitated.

He looked for at least 30 seconds at her and then softly said, "Come over here, hon, if you wanna talk."

Dick's cock raised up to its full size as the young girl tentatively approached him. He was as hard as he had ever been in his life. His chest was pounding as he looked at the youngster's long naked legs approaching him. His eyes were jumping all over her, from her beautiful face down to her bare feet, stopping at her chest, which didn't reveal too much in the loose PJ tank top.

As the young girl reached the side of the bed he patted a spot by his side, and said, "Sit down, hon."

She could see what looked like lust in his eyes. All at once, she wanted to run. However, she remembered her dilemma. She also remembered her earlier thought. Was it lust in his eyes? Could she be sure?

Sitting down alongside of him she spoke, "Er, Mr. Wiener, I, er..."

"Dick." He smiled at her. "You can call me Dick, hon."

"I...I don't know. You're..."

"I'm Dick. If we are going to talk, it's Dick. Can you say that?"

When she nodded he said, "I like the name. Just like, I like your name. I like Jeanne. See I said it...I like Jeanne. Can you say my name and that you like it?" When she nodded again, he added, "Go ahead."

"I like Dick," the young girl responded.

"Do you?" he asked.

She nodded.

"Tell me again. That sounded nice."

Jeanne was confused but she answered again, "I like Dick."

"Again. I ask...do you...like Dick?" he asked.

Suddenly the little girl stiffened. She was sitting alongside of him but not looking at him. She had been keeping her gaze down toward her lap. She became very silent.

Dick reached his hand up to Jeanne's chin and turned her face toward him. Looking into her eyes he said, "Tell me you like Dick, hon."

"I..."

Jeanne's total fright overtook her thinking. She turned her head away from him, stood up and ran from the room before he could respond.

Dick was startled by her reaction. He nervously replayed the events in his head and concluded that he hadn't said anything that he could not justify if the young girl told anyone.

He had almost had her, he was convinced. He felt the wetness in his crotch. Goddamn! Almost!

He assumed that Jeanne ran back into the room with Rhonda. Instead, she was just outside of his door. She was ashamed and frightened. She now knew what it was she was going to have to do to assure that Mr. Wiener would not tell her parents. She now realized that as far as he was concerned that she was a slut who fooled around. He probably thought that she frequently had sex in the back seat of cars. Tears began rolling down her cheeks. She had thought that he might come running after her, but he did not. She needed him, he didn't need her.

Then the youngster made her decision. Summoning up all of her courage she walked back over to the bedroom door. She had left it open. She took a deep breath and walked into the doorway of the room. As soon as she entered, she stopped. Mr. Wiener was now sitting on the side of the bed where she had been sitting. Only now, he was not covered and Jeanne saw that he was completely naked.

When Dick saw her standing inside the room his cock, which had begun to soften, immediately shot back up to its full erection. They stared at each other across the room. She swallowed nervously. His chest was pounding heavily. Finally, he reached his hand up and, using his finger, he summoned her to him.

"Close the door and come here, hon," he whispered to the girl.

She stood for another half-minute and quietly closed the door. Then she slowly approached him. He could see the nervousness in her moistened eyes and saw her dampened cheeks from her recent tears. He saw her frightened young eyes move down to his cock and again she stopped in her tracks. She had the look of a caged animal now.

Dick wanted to jump off the side of the bed, move over to her, put her on the floor and fuck her wildly. Sensing her fear, he fought off the animalistic urge. Instead, he reached out an open hand as if he were inviting the child to join him.

"C'mere Jeannie, let's talk," he said.

She was breathing hard and her chest was pounding as she began the final approach to him. As she reached him, she extended her hand to his outstretched one. Clasping it gently, Dick pulled the young girl closer to him. Then she was between his legs, her knees pressing into the side of the bed.

Dick looked into the face of the frightened little girl. Her lips were quivering. Her legs were trembling. He put his free hand on her hips, resting just under the bottom of her open tank top and over the upper part of her panties.

With his eyes on hers, he whispered up to her, "I like Jeanne."

Silently she whispered back, "I...I like Dick."

His lips brushed lightly against hers and then he whispered into them again, "Do you like or want? Tell me honey."

His right hand moved up under the PJ top along the flesh of her side, up over her quivering belly and finally right underneath her breast.

Her eyes were wide open. His fingers started petting the sensitive flesh. Finally, she got up the courage.

"I...I...I want...I want Dick!"

As the young girl uttered these fateful words, Dick wrapped his hand around the fleshy mound of this woman/child. A wild strange nice sensation in her caused her to let out a small grunt.

Jeanne moved her little hand onto his shoulders and held onto him as his hand squeezed, released...; squeezed, released...; while his thumb and forefinger joined each other with her nipple between them. At the same time, when she released his other hand Dick moved it around her and clasped her soft buttocks.

"Mmmmm." A sound emanated from the young girl's closed mouth and her fingers tightened on his shoulders.

With his one hand playing with the wonderfully exciting flesh of her breast, his other held her ass and drew her body even closer to him. His face moved forward to her belly and her hands were assisting in guiding him to her.

Then Dick's lips were on the child's belly. Jeanne gasped as she felt his hot breath. She could not believe the sensations that were flowing throughout her body. Her mind was bereft of any thought other than the moment.

Dick felt the child's tender belly quivering furiously under his probing mouth. His tongue was licking, and his mouth was sucking and kissing, as he moved up to the flesh of her other breast. The PJ top was on his head and rode upward with his movements.

Jeanne gasped again as she felt his mouth open up on her nipple and breast. As he suckled, kissed and licked, his one hand was exciting her other breast while his other kept rubbing and gently squeezing her buttocks.

She was clutching to his shoulders as his hand at her buttocks moved around to the front of her body and gently slid over her panties to the mound of her pussy.

The pleasurable sensations that his mouth was causing on her breast forced her to react and to move her hands from his shoulders and rush to the back of his head, holding him to her young excited flesh as he worked his oral magic.

Dick's hands again moved, one moving upward and the other downward, and they both ended on each of her hips at the top of the child's panties. Then his thumbs were pulling at the elastic. As he was pushing down the panties, his mouth left her breast and moved downward over her pulsating belly, to her belly button, where his expert tongue flicked in and around the little cavity.

Jeanne's passion was building quickly. She had never gotten hot like this before. She wanted Dick to properly finish what Charlie had started.

Almost lost completely now to the moment, Jeanne grabbed at the bottom of her tank top. With a sense of urgency, she swiftly lifted it up off her burning body and over her head. She tossed the PJ top aside and stepped out of her panties simultaneously. The child stood completely naked and was his to please and enjoy.

Dick lowered his mouth from her belly button, down over the delicious flesh of her lower stomach and down to the top of her mound. The aroma of pussy was captivating. His lips puckered and kissed lightly at the baby flesh.

"Nnnnngggg," she grunted as her hands pulled him tighter into her.

Unlike any guy that he had ever talked about sex with, Dick had never really eaten pussy. He had tried it twice and both times, he found the smell repulsive. Now it was just the opposite. The wild aroma flowing up to his nostrils was causing a strong compulsion within him now. He had to taste this young cunt. The smell, even from the top of the mound, was unbelievable.

"On the bed baby...hurry..." His voice was beginning to sound desperate.

He pulled her gently onto the bed as he moved aside. Then Jeanne's young flesh lay on her back before him. She was breathing extremely heavy. He swung onto the bed and immediately knelt between the young girls outstretched legs, which she instinctively opened wider. Her chest was pounding from the excitement. Kneeling there, body erect, Dick looked down at this luscious treasure. She lay naked beneath him, her hands stretched out on the bed.

Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think that he would be lying in bed with a 14-year-old girl. Now that it had happened, he was inflamed with the idea.

The child looked so innocent, so pure, and yet her face displayed a hungry passion. Her chest was heaving from the deep breaths she was taking. Her hot looking mouth was partially open. Her eyes had a wild animalistic look. Yet, even with all of this going on, Dick could also see the frightened child beneath the look of heat.

His cock was by her cunt and he was fighting the terrible urge to put it into her. His mind was almost benumbed from the memory of the aroma of her pussy that he had smelled. He knew that had to go down on this child.

As he knelt there, his eyes moved from her face and eagerly sought the beautiful flesh of her two full breasts. Because of her frantic heavy breathing, Jeanne's chest was heaving, which made the youngster's tits seem even more full.

Dick placed a hand on each side of Jeanne's hips. Her body felt red-hot under his touch. He lowered his eyes, going down over her belly to the joyous looking mound. Light curls of black hair had already begun to cover her cunt. He bent his body and his mouth descended down toward the baby flesh of her stomach. At the same time, his legs slid downward, his knees heading down to the bottom of the bed.

He began kissing her stomach and it again began twitching beneath his mouth. "Nnnngggghhhh," she murmured.

As Dick's tongue flicked out and into the young girl's belly button, he felt her hands grab at the back of his neck and head. She moaned softly as his tongue ran in circles and pushed in and out of her belly hole.

Then his mouth began working lower. His lips were placing small kisses and his tongue occasionally licked at her flesh. His hands slowly slid under her knees, moved over the flesh of her outer thighs, and clasped at her hips.

"Nnnn, mmmm, oooo!" she uttered quietly.

Jeanne's body was tingling now from his oral ministrations. She clutched his head tighter and began pushing at it, trying to move him harder into her. She felt an enjoyable emptiness in her womb and she now wanted his mouth to go lower. She wasn't even thinking anymore, she was just reacting. Her body was working only on instinctive feelings. The girl pushed harder on his head and her hips were stretching up to meet his sucking kissing mouth.

Dick could not believe how excited he was from the aroma of this girl's pussy. Never before had he smelled anything as wildly enticing. His mouth was slobbering at the child's pussy lips.

Then his hands moved slowly from the outside of her hips along her legs and slid underneath her legs to the inside of her trembling thighs. As his hot mouth opened up to her clitoris, his hands pushed underneath her and grasped on the soft flesh of the cheeks of her young ass.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned louder now as she felt his mouth consume her clit.

As his mouth began sucking the small piece of flesh, his hands were pulling her buttocks upward. Her body automatically reacted and her legs moved up and tightened around his back. At the same time, her hands were pushing his head harder into her.

Neither one of them could get enough. Her hips were involuntarily moving up and down and her legs were shaking as she dug her heels into the small of his back. Dick passionately moved his mouth slightly lower. The aroma was so fantastic to him that he desperately had to push his nose into the young girl's delicious cunt. His nose sucked in a deep breath from within the wonderful pussy channel and he felt her trembling legs squeezing around his ears.

"Ohhhh...gooood...oooo..."

Jeanne's body was experiencing a tremendous spasm. She was clutching tightly at his head and her body was fucking wildly at his mouth. His tongue was then pushing rapidly in and out of her hole. Then it slowed and he licked within the lips, returning to his in and out tongue-fucking routine, into her wet hole. The feelings flowing through the little girl were tremendous.

One of his hands opened the crack of her ass and she felt a finger from his other hand gently enter into her tight ass hole. The finger moved into the bucking girl only up to the middle joint so that it was only about an inch into the child. She lurched her hips up violently as the feeling caused by his finger seemed to increase her excitement.

"I'm...oooh...I...it's so...so good...oooo."

Jeanne felt another, stronger buildup of pleasure begin to build. Dick was fucking her hole with his tongue while the aroma of cunt in his nostrils drove him deeper into ecstatic frenzy.

Suddenly he felt an unstoppable expansion in his cock. He could not wait any longer. He had to force himself out of the clutches of the frantic young girl. He felt the pressure building and he wanted desperately to pour it all inside of her.

Frantically he moved up on her young body. As his body was moving up Jeanne was still involuntarily fucking under him as her cunt was searching for fulfillment. His rock hard cock moved between the youngster's outstretched legs; at her bucking pussy.

His hands went to her ears and his mouth moved onto hers. Their lips opened and their tongues met. Jeanne felt the man's cock perched at the outer lips of her pussy between her legs, which were trembling. She reached down frantically with her hands to steer his cock to her waiting hole. She guided it in and wrapped her legs around him.

"Ooooo, mmmm!" Various moan-like sounds were escaping her mouth into his as their lips and tongues sucked and licked wildly against each other. Both of her hands moved to the back of his head, as they both continued biting and sucking on each other's mouth.

Her hot frantic body was again in full fucking motion as he sunk his cock deeper into the hot little girl.

"Fuck me...please Mr. Wiener...OH FUCK MEEEE!"

Beads of sweat broke out on Dick's forehead as he worked his throbbing cock deeper into the child's hot and slippery hole. He ground his hips forcefully into her, feeling his cum-filled balls abut her ass-cheeks. He lowered his head to hungrily suckle on her protruding nipples, first one and then the other. Jeanne writhed in almost uncontrollable pleasure as the man thrust into her hot pussy again and again with his throbbing cock and continued to send more and more shivers of pleasure through her with his sucking mouth.

"More! Oh, harder!! God, yes!" Jeanne was almost screaming now, pressing her entire naked young body up to the hard-fucking man on top of her, thrusting her frenetic hips wildly about to engulf as much of his hard-driving cock as she could.

Dick felt himself losing total control of his actions. His long even strokes within the child's pussy were becoming more and more urgent and brutal as he neared his climax. His wild, deeply penetrating thrusts brought moan after moan of wild pleasure from Jeanne's lips. She shifted her long legs and wrapped them tightly around the man's naked ass, pulling him into her with each thrust. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders, leaving long red marks as she clawed at him as if she was an animal in heat.

"Oh baby yeah, ooo, I'm gonna...ooo...cummmm," he cried.

Dick felt his cock reaching its exploding level as his body pushed wildly in and out of the child who was now thrashing wildly under him. He was ramming fiercely into her hot box.

"Fuck me, do it...please...ooohh, OOHHH!!!" She was crying out, her mouth wide-open; wildly tossing her head from side to side. "Oh!! Ahhh AHHHHHHH!! More!! AHHHH," she panted. A final spasm overtook the young girl as she fucked with wild abandon.

"I'm, oooo, Jeannie, oooo I'm cummm, ooo, cummmmnnnggg...nnnngggg! Nnnnggg!!!" He felt himself draining into her in great spurts, "NNNNGGGG!!!"

Finally, they felt the pressure ease and they both relaxed; pleasantly exhausted.

Dick stayed on top of the girl.

Jeanne felt totally fulfilled. Then she turned her head to the side. Suddenly her body stiffened under him and she gasped, as if in shock.

Dick quickly turned his head, toward the door where Jeanne's eyes were focusing. He caught a glimpse of his daughter's robe as it disappeared from view in a flash.

He turned his head back and looked down at the young girl's face.

"Rhonda?" he asked her. It was an unnecessary question because he already knew the answer.

Jeanne had a sad look in her eyes and on her face. She nodded to him.

Dick moved off her and arose from the bed. He slowly pulled his shorts back on and then picked up his discarded robe.

"You better stay here, hon," he said as he tied the belt of the robe around him, "I'll go talk with her."

She nodded her head, signaling her understanding.

Dick slowly moved away from her and retreated from his room. Once outside he headed straight for his daughter's room. At her door, he took a deep breath and then knocked.

Receiving no answer, he opened the door. Rhonda was lying on her stomach on her bed crying violently. As he listened to her sobs and watched her shoulders jerking from the cries racking her body Dick sat slowly down onto the cushioned chair. Thus began a long night of explaining and apologizing.

His young daughter was devastated. Her best friend and her father! How could they? Why did they? He was more than twice her age.

Between her sobs, questions, and accusations Dick gave a full and honest explanation. He felt that he owed her that. Seeing how hurt and upset his daughter was, he knew that if he wanted her forgiveness that he'd have to be completely open and honest. The thought occurred to him that if he could not get through to her now that he may lose her for good. She was that upset.

He explained to her how he had the normal urges that men his age have and reasoned to her that it had been much worst for him than most as he hadn't had any sex since his wife died. He told her how hard it is for a man to be abstinent for over two years.

Rhonda was frightened and disgusted with what he was saying yet she was also feeling a strange curiosity.

He told her of the many times in the past that he had caught young couples having sex in their cars and how it had affected him. He explained to the youngster how he had come home on those nights and masturbated. His body was craving for sex and he had been trying to be faithful to her mother's memory.

Then he recounted the night that he caught Jeanne with Charlie Recoppa and softly told her how his body had reacted upon seeing the couple having sex.

"God Rhonda it even got so bad that after catching them and..., er, well after seeing Jeanne's body, I, er, not only, er masturbated and fantasized about her, but because she was your friend I thought..." He didn't finish the sentence yet Rhonda tensed anyway at the thought of what her father might have been going to say.

Dick continued on through the night. Rhonda rationalized what her father had been telling her. She reluctantly admitted to herself that in a perverse way it all made sense. Was it fair for her to expect him to go all through his life without a woman? After all, he was a good-looking man, single and was only 35 years old.

By 6 AM, she had finally concluded that he had been entitled to have sex. It must have been Hell on him to abstain for these last two years.

What she could not forgive was his having sex with her girlfriend. Like her, Jeannie was only 14 years old. How could he have been so desperate?

Rhonda could not imagine what his frame of mind had been during those last two years after her mother had died. She replayed his admission that he had even looked at her while she was sleeping. In addition, what to her was the most shocking thing of all was that her father had actually fantasized and masturbated with a vision of her in his mind. The youngster found this frightening and repulsive yet, strangely, when he had told her about it, she had felt a tremendous rush of inner excitement.

"Promise...no more with Jeannie...you promise?"

Dick agreed. Then she nodded her head as if she were accepting his apology and explanation. Almost as a sign of her forgiveness, she closed her eyes and finally went to sleep.

Dick sighed in relief. He was sure that she would be okay now. He was so sorry that he had hurt her.

***********

When Rhonda awoke, she found herself in a sweat. She had dreamt of her father and mother screwing in the back of a police car. Only it was her mother's face but Rhonda's body. In addition, even though they were screwing and she was watching, it was her vagina that was feeling her father's penis. Upon awakening, she found her hand inside her panties and at her pussy. She felt the wetness and the pleasure that she was feeling. Apparently, she had been playing with herself in her sleep and that is what woke her.

Now fully awake, Rhonda closed her eyes and finished herself off. For the first time in her life, she could actually conjure up a picture of a cock as she masturbated. She never was able to before because she had never actually seen one. Now her finger became a cock...her father's cock. 'Oh, Daddy I love you too,' she thought as her body spasmed to completion.

When she had finished, she lay back, feeling ashamed of herself for what she had just envisioned.

***********

Although she fought against doing so, Rhonda found herself masturbating nightly nevertheless, while her fantasies of her father became increasingly prominent. She hated doing it but she found that she could not help herself. What was even worse was she now kept continually replaying that night in her mind. She would think of her father screwing Jeannie and of her conversation with him and would find her thoughts becoming discombobulated.

In addition, Rhonda now began to feel strange when she was around her father, knowing that he had confessed to having looked at her body in the past. She was curious as to whether or not he still wanted to look at her, now that he had finally had sex after two years. Maybe if she dressed a little sexy she could tell if he had gotten over his voyeurism with her. If he had, she was not sure if that made her happy or not.

***********

Dick began to notice that his daughter seemed to be wearing tighter jeans and shorts. (The truth was that when she was home alone with him she would wear those that she had outgrown but had not thrown away. She told herself that she was doing this to make sure that he had gotten over looking at her in any way other than normal.) He also began to notice a tightness in her blouses and he could not help but see that Rhonda always seemed to leave a second button opened at the top, giving him a glimpse of the young flesh beneath.

Occasionally he felt a stirring in his pants and when that happened he always left the room until he was sure that he was calm.

***********

One day, about a month later, Rhonda was in the house with him. She was wearing chartreuse shorts and a white blouse. Both the shorts and the blouse were the smallest size that she owned.

Dick had just come home after working the day shift. He sat in his chair in the living room and began to watch TV. Rhonda sat directly across from him on the couch, but continuously had to get up and to check on the food that was cooking in the kitchen. The first time that she walked in front of her father, his body stiffened. As she walked past him, Dick's eyes could not help but look at her shorts from the rear. They were much tighter than any that he had seen on her yet, comparing with some of the hottest he had ever seen.

His eyes transfixed on his daughter's full lovely ass. He loved the roundness and the compact fullness. He felt a stirring in his pants as his eyes locked upon the 'wedgie' that was lodged there. The crack of her beautiful ass was hiding a part of her shorts.

Dick thought of getting up and leaving, but he did not. When Rhonda returned he watched her shorts approaching, his eyes attracted to the tight crotch area.

Rhonda saw where her father's eyes were. She had been waiting for this to happen since that night so that she could chastise him. Instead, she said nothing as she felt a warmth in her loins where he was staring.

When Dick realized that he was staring at his daughter's body, he tore his eyes away. She walked past him and went to the couch. He took a quick glance at her ass from the rear and then quickly reverted his gaze back to the TV.

After that each time that she got up and walked by he tried to keep his eyes on the screen but he couldn't avoid sneaking looks at her wonderful ass. Dick told himself that he had better go out of the house later to get away from her. The feelings that he was having were no good.

When dinner was ready, they both settled down on the kitchen chairs. Father and daughter made small talk in between bites but Dick avoided looking directly at her.

Finally, after about five minutes he was able to look up at her as they talked. Rhonda then lowered her eyes to her food. When she did that, Dick's eyes suddenly fell to the top of her blouse. She had the usual two buttons opened. Recently Dick tried to not look at this for fear of how she would react but tonight he was losing the inner fight with himself. It was always tough but this was worse than usual. Her blouse was so tight that he not only could see the swollen mounds at the top of her exciting young breasts, but there were also additional problems; the biggest one being that because of the blouse's tautness, when she moved the space opened between the third and fourth buttons, revealing proof positive that his daughter wasn't wearing a bra. He could actually see some of the mounds of the flesh of her young tits.

With his attention riveted on her chest, his gaze strained to see in at her breasts. His cock stirred some more. He could not believe the sight of Rhonda's nipples pushing out into the blouse, trying to break through.

When Dick raised his eyes, he found himself staring directly into hers. He was afraid of what her reaction was going to be; she had caught him twice today looking at her body.

Her face was flushed.

'Oh my God,' she thought. 'Where is this going? This is not him...it is me!'

She knew that her father had been looking at her. However, she now realized that she secretly enjoyed that he was doing so. She also realized that indeed, she had been hoping that he would. She was feeling an exciting inner flush. She couldn't believe it but there was no denying that she was now wet between the legs, and she knew that the reason was because each time that she had caught her father looking at her body today, she herself had gotten mentally confused and excited.

Dick tried to avoid looking at her chest. When next she talked, he focused his eyes directly on her face. However, by now his imagination had become so active that he was now distracted by the full head of blonde curls surrounding her beautiful face. He looked at her full lips and again his eyes went to her chest. Then back to her face.

Rhonda thought back to all that had happened in their lives. She thought of her father's confession and his night in bed with Jeannie and she recalled his confessed lust for her. Then she thought of her own sexual feelings and how she thought of his cock while she masturbated.

Suddenly Rhonda heard her own voice and she was surprised, "Dad? I..." she was looking him directly in the eye, "We...er, we don't have any choice...do we?"

Dick gulped. He stared at the youngster. There was no mistaken what she meant. He wanted to get up and run away, or at least scream and holler at her. They couldn't, shouldn't - - 'Oh god, he wanted this so much.' He swallowed. He knew that if he went forward there would be no turning back.

They both realized that their life had suddenly reached a crucial stage.

She was his daughter. He had watched her begin to grow into womanhood. She was a beautiful young girl, for sure, but nonetheless she was still his flesh and blood. If they went any further, this would be incest. Yet, no matter what the world thought, he no longer was sure that that was a bad word.

He thought of his wife. Dick rather thought that if she could see them now she would be at first be violently opposed and protective of her baby girl. Nevertheless, he was not sure that she would continue that opposition if she was able to ponder the situation deeper.

The terrible pressure within his pants forced his final decision. Looking directly into his daughter's frightened eyes, he said solemnly, "No baby, we don't."

He stood and moved to her chair and looked down at her face. Rhonda's lips were quivering and her legs and hands were trembling. He reached out a hand to her.

"I'm...I'm scared Dad," she whispered.

"I know sweetheart. But, it's what you've wanted too, isn't it? You've been wanting me to look at you, haven't you? That's why you've been dressing like you've been dressing, hah?"

Rhonda nodded nervously and gave her father her hand. He drew her up to her feet and they stood facing each other. Her legs were very unsteady. She was so nervous that Dick knew she could change her mind at any time.

"C-can we, er, go to my room?" she asked.

"Lead the way, hon."

As she walked in front of her father, his eyes stayed on her beautiful ass. He wanted to put his tongue in the crack! It was tortuously inviting in those tight chartreuse shorts.

He followed her into her room. Once inside they stopped and again faced each other. They both were tremendously nervous. Rhonda was so panicky she wanted to run away from him.

Dick looked down at her face. He could see the fright and he understood.

Then his gaze left her face and moved lower, looking at the nipples pressing into her blouse.

"I love you baby," he whispered.

She swallowed hard. "I...love you too dad."

He slowly brought his hands upward and then, while staring into her eyes, his hands enclosed on the mounds of his daughter's breasts.

Rhonda moaned.

His hands began a gentle squeezing and releasing routine with her tits.

Her eyes closed.

His prick became totally erect.

Then she felt him open the highest unopened button on her blouse and his gentle hands moved underneath. As he cupped the young flesh Rhonda gasped. The feeling of her father's hot hands on her was wonderfully thrilling.

She was looking up at him. Her quivering lips were parted, as if inviting him. He accepted the invitation. He was now going to actually kiss his daughter as if she were a woman. He lowered his mouth to hers and as soon as their lips met, she frantically sucked in.

As his hands held her young exciting tits, his thumbs and forefingers began squeezing at her protruding nipples. Rhonda's mouth opened wider under his as she again gasped. Her hands rapidly reached up behind his head and pulled him tighter to her.

Dick's tongue suddenly slipped into his daughter's wet hot mouth and she pushed her body into him. His rigid cock returned the pressure. As he pushed at her, he could feel that his pants were already wet.

"I want you dad...I want you." She spoke into his mouth as she felt hotter that she had ever experienced.

Dick pulled his mouth away from his daughter's. Looking down into her passionate face, he withdrew his hands from her breasts and his fingers went to the unopened buttons of her blouse.

"I love you Daddy," she said softly.

His fingers quickly had the buttons undone and while still looking into her eyes, he pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall. The sight of her budding breasts made him suck in his breath. Although they were not fully grown, there was already ample flesh to keep any tit man interested. In addition, what really got Dick's attention were the mature nipples. He had never seen such protruding tips before, not even in the nude magazines that he occasionally looked at. In addition, the aureoles were already bigger than the size of quarters.

"I love you too baby," Dick said. Stepping back, he looked over her young body. "If you're really sure about this then I think that you should be able to do the rest."

Rhonda was still nervous but the passion running through her was controlling her thoughts at this time. She nodded and her fingers went to her hot shorts. She continued to hold his gaze.

As soon as Dick saw that his daughter was going to go through with it, he quickly began taking off his own clothes. While stripping himself, he watched as she pushed her shorts and panties together, down the length of her long legs. When she straightened up his eyes frantically searched her whole body, from her blonde head down to her feet and back up; stopping at the crossroads where her legs met her body. The sight was awesome.

Then he was down to his shorts. Now it was Rhonda's turn to watch. Her eyes opened wide as he pushed down and his manhood became free. She could not take her eyes away from it when he stood up straight. This was the thing that she had seen moving in and out of Jeannie; the thing that had captured her imagination for the past few weeks every time that she played with herself. It was reacting to her looking at it, jumping in its excitement.

Father and daughter were now completely filled with total lust.

Dick stepped back to Rhonda. Face to face, he took her hands in his and led her backwards until the backs of her legs were at the side of the bed. He bent and kissed her lightly. Their lips were giving soft pecks to each other. He pushed gently back and she lowered her buttocks onto the bed. Their mouths kept working lightly together. Then his hands moved up to her shoulders and pushed. She fell onto her back, her legs still hanging over the side of the bed, with him standing between, and leaning forward. Her feet were resting on the floor.

Then he lowered himself down to a kneeling position between her spread legs. For the first time since they begun he got a complete look of his baby's pussy. He caught his breath at the sight. In his fantasies, he had pictured her to be covered with blonde hair. Instead, Dick was confronted with an almost totally hairless cunt. The peach fuzz was so little and so light that it was hardly noticeable.

His hands reached out, pushed under the child, and gently cupped around the beautiful mounds of her buttocks and his thumbs moved to her lower pussy lips. Rhonda gasped at the touch. Her father then moved his head lower and she suddenly felt his lips kissing her thigh, just above her knee. Her chest was pounding fiercely.

Dick began licking at the soft flesh of her inner thigh. He could feel her legs trembling. He moved his mouth slowly upward while his thumbs massaged around her excited clit. Her legs parted wider and as his mouth continued working its wonders Rhonda involuntarily lifted them over her father's shoulder. Her heels were pulling his back toward her as her hips began gently pushing up and down.

Dick's mouth was sucking at the tender flesh at the same time that he was licking. His eyes stayed open. He could not believe how beautiful a bare pussy could look. His thumbs felt her moisture as he approached his goal. Finally, his mouth was there.

He placed his open lips on her outer lips. The contact was light but she felt his lips and breath and a sensation moved through her as he kissed her.

"Mmmmm," she twisted and pushed down to him.

His thumbs opened the crack for his mouth. His tongue flicked out. Her thighs tightened on his ears and she twisted again. Then he pressed his mouth into her, opening up to suck in her clitoris. His lips sucked at the piece of hardened flesh and she began to thrust up her cunt into his mouth.

"Nnnnnggggoooo..." Her passion was unbearable. "OooooDaaaad-mmm"

As his tongue began licking and working around her clit, his hand moved. Suddenly the middle finger of his left hand started probing at her asshole, pushing softly, while the index finger of his right hand moved to her cunt hole, entering gently and slowly about a half of inch. His mouth and tongue were now attacking her pussy with a passion while his fingers worked in her tight holes.

Rhonda was bucking wildly now as her body was possessed with untamed lust. She was moving as if she were being exorcised, fucking up to her father's mouth. She ground her hips into his face in uncontrollable abandon, tossing her head back and forth as she let the pleasure he was giving her grow more and more. She felt a spasm build within her and reach a crescendo.

Dick could not stop. The aroma and taste of her cunt alone would have been enough to keep him there, but his daughter's wild movements had him out of his mind. He wanted this passion to never stop. He continued working on the little girl with his mouth and fingers. He lapped hungrily at the young flesh, slurping up the child's hot creams, sucking on her inflamed clit, licking it frantically with the tip of his tongue, and then dropping back down to slide his lips all over the tasty pussy lips in a soulful kiss to his own daughter's pussy. At the same time his fingers were now working methodically in her pussy and her ass. Her passion was reaching its greatest height. Her hips bucked and her thighs tightened as a wave overtook her. He continued to lap hungrily at her as his finger completed its fuck.

Rhonda then relaxed. She felt her father push her legs from his shoulders and then he stood up. When he was standing, she looked over at his manhood. Its head was totally moist.

"Move onto the bed, sweetheart," he said.

The 14-year-old girl obeyed. Then she looked at his throbbing cock and as she saw her father climbing up onto the bed toward her, she again became frightened. She knew all about this part and she did not look forward to it. As he was moving to the center of the bed and maneuvering to a position in between her legs, she looked into his face. She had never seen such a pure unadulterated look of lust and passion or even imagined that anyone could possibly feel the way her father looked.

She looked down at his cock as it was being placed between her legs and moved into position at her pussy lips. She gasped at the size. It looked more menacing than before. She also had a tremendous desire to feel it in her. She sensed his tentativeness

"It's okay, Dad. I want to. I...I love you Dad."

He looked down at the bald mound. The sight of it with his cock poised below at his child's cunt hole caused a final rush to his brain. He moved his body on top of his little girl at the same time that his cock pushed in through the lips of her cunt and slowly moved into the moist hole.

"Nnnnngggg." An involuntary sound emanated from his throat as her legs widened and raised at the knees.

Then their faces were looking directly into each other. Passion consumed both.

Pushing his cock gently into her, Dick lowered his mouth on hers. Their open mouths mashed desperately against each other and their tongues fought a duel.

His cock reached a snag and her body tensed. She grunted into his mouth as she felt a short sharp pain. However, she kept her mouth working into his. She was determined to have her father so hot that he would not be able to pull out.

Dick could no longer control himself. He thrust hard. Rhonda knew that the pain was coming but she was not prepared for just how much burning and tearing would take place. She screamed.

"OwAAHHHHowwww...oooohhhh!"

She felt the shaft of her father's cock penetrating deep into her virginal pussy. Her eyes shut tight as the pain shot through her. Father and daughter were now joined together in the ultimate act of loving; incestuous fucking She could feel her cuntal muscles clenching along the thrusting shaft that had plowed into her with one liquid move.

He began pushing himself in and out of her cunt fiercely. He lost all conscience. There would be time to make love later, time to touch and stroke and play with each other. Right now he was so hot that all he could think of was fucking…And fucking now! He could only think of self-satisfaction. He was fucking this tight pussy, his own daughter's, and he wanted to make it respond.

Rhonda was moving up and down wildly, hoping to satisfy her father. She was feeling both this terrible pain and at the same time, she felt herself stirring within. The young girl felt her cunt nestling around his prick as her pussy juices started to flow freely, lubricating her father's throbbing cock, easing its glorious passage in and out of her tight cunt.

Dick's whole body was trembling, his muscles tension-tightened as he thrust harder and harder into his daughter's pussy. Each thrust of his cock into her made both father and daughter grunt at the sharp contact of groin to groin, as well as the exquisite thrills of pleasure coursing through them both.

Mouths mashing together, sucking on each other's tongues, hips pushing against each other, they continued fucking desperately. Her arms were around his back and her nails were digging fiercely into his skin.

"OHHHH baby, I'm...Oh, oooh" He was pushing with all of his power.

Her pussy channel was like a tightly greased hot sleeve around his cock, squeezing and milking him, urging him on to a blistering orgasm. Now just as his climax was upon him, Dick felt his daughter's cunt suddenly start to spasm around his deeply imbedded cock. Rhonda was cumming! His own daughter was cumming with his cock deeply embedded up that wonderful hot sleeve..

"Ahh, ahhhh, Daddy, ooo Daddddy"

The total incestuous scene was at the apex. Father and daughter were fucking each other and climaxing at the same time. She wrapped her legs tightly around him as she fucked up to him.

"I'm cumming baby...I...better stahh-op"

She clutched him tighter. As tight as she desperately could, as she worked up to him. A tremendous spasm was upon her.

"Okay...It's okay Dad...OHHHH Dad...OOOHHHH, do it, in me...do it...OOOH!"

He was beyond control. He pounded forcefully into her as he felt the explosion begin to erupt from his cock into his daughter. He no longer wanted to stop. He wanted to shoot every drop into her.

"I'm cummmm, OOOOHHHH!" he was shooting into her now. Her pussy was squeezing at his cock, almost drawing out the final drops.

Then they were all spent.

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The following day Dick heard a message on the answering machine that Lieutenant Recoppa wanted to see him right away at headquarters.

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Two days later the headline of the Green Kills Daily was:

POLICEMAN HANGS SELF IN GARAGE

Described as good family man.

The End