Unknown: Daddy_s strip search

Hum swung the Olds onto the exit road. He touched the brakes and slowed to a sedate thirty-five miles an hour. Sulky Lo hadn't been paying much attention. But when Hum found himself on a two-lane, high-crown road behind a hay-laden farm truck, Lo sat up straight and looked around. She wasn't very happy.

"Hey, wait a sec," she whined. "Where we going?"

"Pisky."

"Pisky? Is that really the name of a town?"

"Uh-huh. Pisky. It's just eight miles down this road." Hum glanced at his watch. Two-thirty.

On a warm spring day. In rural Arkansas. According to the map, the town was large enough to support a public school. And with luck, the school would be discharging its student body for the day just as the big Olds turned onto Main Street.

"Dad, can I ask you a stupid question?"

"Ask away."

"What possible reason could you have for going to dumb, loathsome impossibly ordinary Pisky, Arkansas? Can you answer that or is it too stupid for you?"

"Lo? Shut up. Don't make a big deal out of this. There's probably an ice cream shop in Pisky. You can have a Coke or a banana split."

Hum swung to the left to see around the farm truck. Then swung back again. Not safe to pass. He had slowed to fifteen miles an hour and began to fume at the delay.

"Did I ask for a banana split? Huh? Did I? I'm not even hungry. I couldn't eat a banana split."

Hum didn't react. Lo glanced at him. She slumped in her seat and stuck out her lower lip. "Well, I think it stinks. It stinks on dry ice."

Hum sighed. He wouldn't play her game. She wasn't going to get a rise out of him. He shot a quick glance at his step-daughter. Her arms were crossed over her plum-sized breasts. She huddled over against the car door – as far from him as she could get. Her checked cotton dress was rucked up, showing most of her golden brown thighs. Hum thought of reaching over and stroking the thigh nearest to him from knee to crotch. He smiled and darted a look at her, remembering their encounter that morning.

"Wasn't I good to you this morning?"

"What do you mean 'good to me'?"

"Well, I let you sleep and then I brought you your coffee the way you like it."

"Oh yeah? Big deal. Big fucking deal."

"Lo, that's shocking. You know I don't like to hear you talk like that."

"Well, you don't bring me coffee and you don't do anything for me unless I let you play with my pussy, Daddy. You beast. You dirty old man… taking advantage of my youth and inexperience. For God's sake, I was sound asleep and you woke me up with your dirty finger up my slit. Good to me? You stink, you pervert."

"Funny. I thought you loved what my finger was doing to you. Your slit got very slippery and you didn't object when I rubbed it."

"Well, you wouldn't let me have the coffee until I gave in to your obscene demands."

Hum grinned, remembering how his swollen cock stretched her tight slippery little hole. She cried a little at first because she was so tight and he was so big. But it didn't take long before she was crying with pleasure.

After he was well-placed inside of her with the walls of her cunt pressing around his ten-incher, her velvety thighs locked around his sides and she moved with him in the ancient rhythm of love. She gasped. Her skinny little legs wrapped around his body and they slapped wetly together.

He remembered short-stroking her, keeping most of his cock inside of her and moving it only slightly back and forth. Then when she had become used to the rhythm, he slowed and gave her the master stroke. The fragile membrane ring of her tight young cunt traveled the entire length of his throbbing pole from his sopping wet balls to the swollen purple helmet.

She wanted it faster and harder but he wouldn't permit it. He insisted on maintaining control and showing her who was in control. This is my fuck, he seemed to be saying, and you will do it my way.

Frustrated, she wriggled and tried to force a change. But he was too dominant. He pounded at her with his cock. In and out. Her breath became shallow. She felt swooney and made wordless cries… softly at first and then louder as her passion grew.

First, it was "Ah… Ah… Ahaaa… Aaaaa…". Then, it became "Oo… Oo… OOOoooooo…". Which turned into "Ungh… Ungh… Ungh…!" as she neared her climax. He sensed it. Pounding harder, he met her stroke for stroke. Her frenzy blossomed and just as she began to boil over, he pressed his fingertip into the spasming bud of her tight little asshole.

She bucked and shuddered as his finger probed the depths of her asshole. He drove it in and out as she screamed her pleasure. The sphincter ring squeezed his finger but couldn't stop the action. There was too much girl slime lubricating everything. Her entire bottom was covered with it.

As she reached completion and he felt his orgasm begin, he gazed tenderly at her sweet freckled face. Her eyes met his in a glassy stare. They bulged. Her mouth twisted into a grimace of lust… so unlike her face in repose. Her lips formed a caricature of a smile but it was the face of a girl-beast.

"Argh," he cried as his cock spat into her hot little treasure box. "Argh… Argh… Argh," signaled spurt after spurt.

"Yes… yes… yes," she cried, urging him to give her more… more… more.

Then, he was done. He collapsed on top of her, digging his face into her soft neck, pressing kiss after kiss against the throbbing pulse at her throat. His newly-limp cock slipped from the drooling lips of her cunt. They lay that way for a while and then she began to stir under his weight. She kissed his sweaty forehead.

"Let's do it again," she murmured.

Hum's reverie ended. The road widened suddenly and he saw a chance to swing around the hay-laden farm truck. He gunned it.

Lo sat up and yelled "go for it!" She could slip out of a sullen mood as easily as she could slip out of her blouse. Because of this, her moody spells were almost bearable. Hum knew her sulk would end and she would become the adorable laughing teenager he doted on. A lighter mood engulfed them as they sped into downtown Greater Metropolitan Pisky.

"Yeccch," said Lo, "what a shitty town."

Main Street was about what you might expect one scuzzy store front after another. Hum conceded that Lo's appraisal was accurate. The town had a look of chronic failure. A fly speck on anyone's map, Pisky seemed never to have been anything and unlikely to be anything. Everyone had given up on the place.

"Well, here we are," said precious Lo, "what are we looking for, Daddy dear? Good old Pisky High? You are really hung up on that young high school pussy aren't you, you chump."

Hum didn't respond. He glided down Main Street at fifteen miles per hour, looking left and right at every intersection. They sailed past the sheriff's office, right next to the county jail. They passed Harvey's Food and Grain, Full Value Hardware, Sear's Catalog Store, Min and Fred's Pizza, Gordon's Jewelry, Billy-Bob's Leather Goods and the Pisky Super Mart.

"Hold it, Hum. Stop here. Pull over, will ya."

"Wha – wha – what's up?"

"I want to go to that sheriff's office and turn you in. I want to report your disgusting behavior in the motel room this morning. I want to tell the sheriff how my daddy put his tongue in my pussy and ate me out for an hour and then made me suck on his cheesy cock until he squirted into my innocent mouth. And then I want to tell him how you stuck that ugly horse cock into my – hold it, Dad. There's one coming around the corner. Just right for you – she can't be more than a few months over eighteen."

Hum's head swiveled in the direction Lo indicated. The young school girl was slender and pretty. Her hair was straight and black and fell to below her shoulders. She held her school books to her chest. Her mini-dress stopped at mid-thigh and she wore white knee-highs. She turned onto Main Street with a purposeful and athletic stride. What anyone would notice first about her, however, were her eyes. They were a velvety black and seemed almost too large for her face. They were like the eyes of a doe.