Phoebe stared at the gold flecked piranha swimming in slow circles in its large aquarium and wondered if the fish was as bored as she was. Biology wasn't her favorite subject and although the teacher, Mr Whitman, seemed to have a wonderful rapport with the animals he kept in his classroom he didn't connect well with his students.
His lectures were delivered in a monotone and conveyed nothing that wasn't covered in the reading assignments. As Mr Whitman continued to drone on, her eyes moved to the tank next to the piranha's. The small snapping turtle floated on top of the water. Phoebe leaned toward the boy that sat next to her and poked his arm lightly to get his attention. "What do you think would happen if I put the turtle in with the fish?" she whispered.
He grinned. "Probably nothing," he said. "Piranha attack in schools and the turtle is probably too small to try to eat the fish." Phoebe turned her attention to the front of the room. Mr Whitman was at the board with his back to the class. "Let's see," she whispered as she stood up. Moving quickly, she grabbed the turtle by the edges of its shell and turned. Lifting the lid on fish tank she dumped the turtle in and closed it quietly.
She returned to her seat as the teacher turned to his desk to look at something in the textbook before returning to the board. The boy sitting next to her tugged on her sleeve and nodded toward the tank. She looked over and her eyes widened. The turtle, it turned out, wasn't to small after all and it was making short work of the fish. One of the other girls glanced over at the tanks and shrieked loudly. Mr Whitman turned away from the board as every head in the room turned toward the tank now containing blood filled water.
From the horror stricken look in her teacher's eyes you would have thought someone had murdered one of his kids. Phoebe sighed and leaned back in her chair. This was going to be bad. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Phoebe started to stand when the door to the principal's office opened and her father strode out.
Before she had gained her feet, though, he had grabbed her by her upper arm and was dragging her along with him into the hallway. He was easily a foot taller than she was and she had to run to keep up with his long strides.
She could tell how angry he was, but she wasn't sure why. He had laughed off worse incidents than this one. "Daddy. . ." she began when they reached the car. "Shut up!" he snapped as he jammed the key into the ignition. She buckled her seat belt and shut her mouth.
The atmosphere in the close confines of the car bristled with her father's anger. His jaw was set and he gripped the wheel so hard that his knuckles showed white through his skin. He pulled into the drive in front of their house and switched off the ignition. Without saying a word to her he got out and walked into the house. Phoebe remained in the car for a few moments to give him time to pour his Scotch and calm down a little. She got out and walked to the house. Her dad had left the front door standing open.
She entered, closed the door behind her, and reluctantly went to look for her father. He was in the kitchen. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she started as he sat the glass in his hand on the counter top. "I didn't know…" Her words were cut off by his fist slamming into her stomach. She hit the wall behind her and then the floor. He kicked her and she rolled away.
Rising unsteadily onto her hands and knees she backed away as she struggled to her feet. She'd seen this side of her dad before, but it had never been directed at her. As he lunged for her again she turned and ran for the stairs. If she could get to her room and lock the door she thought she'd be okay till he calmed down. She heard him behind her and tipped the small table in the hallway over to try and slow him down.
Halfway up the stairs he grabbed her ankle and jerked her off her feet. She fell forward and as he started to pull her toward him, she rolled onto her back and kicked hard with her free leg. Her small foot connected solidly with his groin and he grunted as he dropped to his knee. Phoebe scrambled the rest of the way up the stairs and ran to her room. As she started to close the door her dad slammed into it. She fell backwards as the door swung open hitting the wall so hard that the metal doorknob left a crescent shaped indentation in the drywall.
She crab walked backwards as she watched her dad unbuckle his belt and pull it from the loops on his fatigues. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to her feet. Tears stung in her eyes as he shoved her toward her bed. "Take your pants off," he said tightly as he folded the belt in half.
"Daddy, no," she pleaded. "Now." She knew that defying him was only going to make the beating worse. With trembling hands she unfastened the snap and zipper. She pushed them down pausing to slip off her Nikes before pulling them off. She cowered on the bed waiting for what came next. "The panties, too," he said, his voice still harsh with anger. She quickly removed her white cotton bikini panties and dropped them on the floor.
Tears welled in her grayish green eyes as she watched him warily. "Lay down on your stomach with your hands underneath you," he ordered. She thought about appealing for mercy, but the anger still burning in his eyes stopped her. She laid face down on her bed and pressed her hands beneath her belly, her body tense. She squeezed her eyes closed tightly as she waited for the first blow. Phoebe jumped and cried out as the first stinging slap landed on her firm, round ass. It was followed quickly by another and then another.
Tears flowed freely wetting the bedspread beneath her as the whipping continued. She knew better than to put her hands back to try to protect herself from the belt, but she couldn't help it. Infuriated that she had dared to reach back and put her hands between the belt and her ass, her dad moved down to whip the backs of her thighs instead. "Daddy," she sobbed miserably.
He dropped the belt on the floor and she heard the rasp off his zipper. The mattress dipped under his weight as he turned her over and straddled her chest. He leaned forward and his half erect cock waved in her face.
"Kiss it," he demanded. She hesitated and he grabbed her hair again to pull her face toward his crotch. "Kiss it," he ordered again. A Lieutenant Colonel, he wasn't used to being disobeyed by anyone and Phoebe knew what the consequences were going to be if she tried. She touched her lips to the tip and felt him shudder. He rolled to the side lying on his back next to her.
His hands on her arms turned her toward him and urged her between his legs. "Put your hand around it and rub up and down," he instructed. She complied and his breathing quickened as his cock grew completely rigid. "Slow down," he groaned. She did, settling into a slow, steady rhythm. His hips began to rock and and a clear drop of pre cum oozed from the tip. She licked her lips then leaned down and stuck the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit to scoop the glistening drop into her mouth.
Her dad moaned loudly as she pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to spread his little offering over her tastebuds. It wasn't an unpleasant flavor. She looked at the hard cock twitching in her hands then bent again to lick the length of it. Her dad's hips bucked wildly at the contact of her tongue. She continued to lick for several moments as she stroked faster.
Her dad rocked his hips and groaned softly. Phoebe raised her head a little and took the spongy, mushroom like head into her mouth. Her lips closed around the shaft and she began to move slowly up and down. "Ohhhhhh fuck, yes," her dad groaned loudly as she began to move up and down on his rigid member, her tongue undulating against the shaft as she sucked him in.
She let one hand glide between his legs to cup his balls as his hands closed over the back of her head to encourage her to take him deeper into her mouth.
His hips thrust up to meet her downward stroke. As he fucked her mouth faster she felt the head of his cock push into her throat and she gagged. She tightened her hand around his shaft and squeezed his balls as she tired to breath through her mouth and bob her head up and down on his cock faster. She could feel his cock swelling and knew he was going to cum. "Phoebe," he said huskily, "I'm going to cum in your mouth." She nodded as she continued to pump his shaft with one hand and massage his balls with the other.
He pushed her head down, thrusting up into her mouth and she felt the first rope of thick, salty, slightly smokey semen hit the back of her throat. "Baby," he groaned as she started to swallow. His cock pulsed and throbbed in her warm, wet mouth as she sucked and swallowed squeezing his balls and using her hand to milk every last drop he had to offer. He shuddered as she let his spent organ slip from her mouth. He reached for her, pulling her up to lay in his arms while his heartbeat slowed and his breathing returned to normal.
She rested her head against his chest and he kissed the top of her head. Phoebe snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She awoke alone in her bed. The room was dimly lit by the last light of day. She looked at the clock by her bed. 6:48 PM.
She sat up and winced at the pain in her buttocks and thighs. She was going to be sore for days. Before she could get up her bedroom door opened and her dad peeked into the room. "You're awake" he said entering her bedroom and closing the door. His speech was slurred and Phoebe knew he'd been drinking while she slept.
He started unbuttoning his shirt as he walked unsteadily toward her bed. He shrugged the shirt off and dropped it on the floor.
Her eyes roamed over his well muscled chest and firm stomach. He looked pretty damn good for his age. His hand moved to unzip his fly. "Justin is home," Phoebe reminded him as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them. "I called your gran and told her you were sleeping over at a friend's. She took Justin for the night," he said as he kneeled on the bed.
His hands closed on the hem of her tee shirt and she lifted her arms as he pulled it off over her head. He laid her back against her pillows and leaned down to kiss her. Her arms snaked around his neck and she opened her mouth accepting his tongue. He tasted of the Scotch that he had drank for dinner. His hand caressed her firm young breast, teasing the nipple till it was hard.
His lips left hers and she sighed as his mouth found the pink pebble and his hand slid lower. Her hands closed over the back of his head as he licked and sucked her sensitive nipple. His hand slipped between her thighs and she let her legs fall open for him.
His fingers glided over her clit and through the folds of her pussy, He stroked up and down her slit spreading the wetness there before delving into her tight cunt. She moaned as his mouth left her breasts to follow the path his hand had taken. She pulled her knees up spreading herself open as he settled between her thigh. He pressed his face against the warm, moist flesh and breathed her scent in. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and thrust his tongue into her as far as he could, moaning into her body before pulling his tongue up through her inner lips to flick the tip against her clit.
Phoebe shivered and clenched her thighs against his head. He took the hard nub of her clit into his mouth and began to suck as he pushed his fingers into her again. She rocked against his face as he worked his fingers in and out of her drenched pussy. Phoebe began to tremble as he licked and sucked. She lifted her legs and draped them over his shoulders, moaning low in her throat as he he curved his long fingers to stroked the upper wall of her vagina.
"Daddy, it feels so good," she groaned. "Don't stop." She felt him shake his head and her back arched as he slid another finger into her already full cunt. She started to shake and roll her head from side to side. Her breath coming in the whimpering pants that were becoming familiar to him. "Uh huh. Uh huh. Daddy. Daddy." Her back arched and she dug her heels into his back, her juices flooding his fingers as she came harder than she ever had before.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sealed his mouth against the opening to lap up the sweet nectar flowing from her young body. "Oh fuck, baby," he murmured against her spasming cunt, "I just want to drown in you." "Uh huh," she whimpered softly as she floated down from the heights of her orgasm, her eyes closed. She felt him move to cover her body with his and she wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips found hers.
She could smell her musk on his face and taste herself in his mouth as he kissed her deeply. He moaned softly as she opened her mouth and her tongue began to dance with his. His cock was hard as steel against her thigh. She spread her legs wider and squirmed a little until she was holding his hips between her firm, silky thighs. His weight pressed her down as he reached over and turned on the light by her bed.
"Look at me Phoebe," he said huskily. Her eyes met his and he pushed his hard, throbbing prick into her warm, wet cunt. She groaned and flexed the muscles in her pussy as he filled her up.
He buried the entire length of his cock inside her and held it there for a long moment breathing heavily as he gazed down at her.
"Do you love me, baby?" he asked. "Yes, Daddy," she breathed as he began to fuck her slowly. Her hands glided over the flexing muscles in his back. "I love you." He pushed up on his arms, his eyes still roaming over her face, his tempo increasing as he thrust deeply into her willing young body.
The velvet walls of her tight sheath gripped his cock, rippling around it as he fucked her harder. She wrapped her legs around him and rocked her hips to meet each powerful thrust. He lowered himself onto his forearms and leaned down to kiss her.
She moaned into his mouth and he lifted his head to look into her eyes again. "I love you, baby," he said. "I love you so fucking much. You're my girl, right?" "Yes, Daddy," she panted. "Daddy, fuck me.
Fuck me hard." He pushed up on his arms and pounded his hard cock into her. She threw her head back, her thighs clenching against his hips, her fingers digging into the small of his back. He knew she was close to cumming again and he gritted his teeth as he tried to hold back his own orgasm. "Daddy," she wailed, bucking her hips wildly. "Daddy, I'm gonna cum." "Oh, fuck, Phoebs. Do it.
Cum for me. Cum on Daddy's cock." Her body stiffened and her legs gripped him tightly as she tried to pull him deeper. He continued to pound into her, his balls slapping wetly against her ass as she groaned loudly.
He felt her tight cunt clamp down on his engorged prick as her orgasm rolled over and through her. His balls tightened as the walls of her pussy spasmed around his cock. "Phoebe," he growled as his cock twitched inside her and let loose the first blast of cum.
"I can feel it, Daddy," she breathed as she pulled him down to lie on top of her. "I feel you cumming inside of me." His hips jerked against her and he continued to pump into her as his balls unloaded all they had. She held him tightly and he shuddered as his cock spurted the last of his semen into his daughter's cunt. Phoebe trailed kisses along his jaw to his lips.
"I really do love you, Daddy,"she said quietly. "That's good," he said lifting his head to look down at her. "I love you, too, little girl. And I need you. I don't think I'm ever going to be able to let you go." He rolled to his side and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled against him. "It's okay, Daddy," she assured him. "I don't want you to let go." Jake smiled and kissed her forehead.
He closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful sleep with his baby in his arms.