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He drove. He kept driving. And some weighed-down confusion filled the interior of his car.
Beyond the windshield, bleary rear lighting and the dim glow of street lamps lay morphed into small twists of color far across that darkness untouched by the headlights. When he yawned, it was the yawn of a battle-worn lion, his jaw stretching with serious effort. A yawn that stole focus from everything else, and then he’d have to remember that he was in a moving vehicle and controlling it. He yawned often like he hadn’t slept in weeks.
Ben did that for ten minutes. How he managed was some great mystery he’d have to spend a lifetime pondering, feeling grateful for, and then trying not to think about. Because what was done was done and couldn’t be undone even if he wanted it to.
But Ben did get home eventually. Much later than he had promised. Much later. It was three hours past midnight. That’s five hours past the curfew he’d given himself. Ben couldn’t do anything to push that transgression to the back of his mind, despite his trying.
As his turquoise blue Impala parked itself along the sidewalk, there was some lingering adrenaline moving in on him like waves on a weathered-down shore. His fingertips tingled with faint numbness on the steering wheel, and wouldn’t stop twitching. Every knuckle of his right hand lay wrapped in little thistles of pain. Every one of them. Like little demons.
He shut off the ignition and listened to the engine kill itself into a heavy silence. The trill of cicadas filled in where there had once been nothing. When Ben left the car, he let the door slam behind him without looking back and walked through the lawn with his jacket open, bareheaded, brown eyes squinting under the surprise of a bitter northeastern breeze he had forgotten about. Through the dense fabric of his jeans, the grass was cold and damp against his ankles.
Then that same chilled air flowed through his nostrils like an elixir and hit his lungs finally, helping them expand with vigor.
Jesus Christ, Ben thought to himself, more the words were simply thrown into his head. Blinking, wiping a bloodied lip with the back of his hand, he stopped before a handsome, dark-brick house just shy of reaching the front porch. An apron of hedges was stretched beneath broad lower windows. The two-paneled front door bore a curtained-over arch of glass at the crest. Behind him, a flagstone walk edged in black soil had gone untrodden and ignored by Ben’s shoes.
He stood there for a moment, idle, smiling, then glancing up at the stars. What happened almost an hour ago came to him then like a mirage. And, in the clouds and stars assembled like distant blessings above him, he could see the guy falling face-first under the half-light of the parking lot, bleeding pretty bad, much worse than Ben. Lying there, he hid his face from further damage with the pavement growing darker around his head, a bitter post-beatdown defeat stretching larger with no signs of stopping.
During what brief boxing career he had once had, Ben hadn’t ever felt sorry for an opponent in the ring, training or otherwise. Ben had kept punching, kept kicking, and hitting the guy anywhere he could. His neck, his ribs, his back, Ben couldn’t remember what started the fight, only that he was on his feet in the end and the other guy wasn’t. Thinking of it lifted Ben higher and higher until his heart could burst with wanting to laugh. It was dying to come out of him. He resisted it like he would a strong cough.
There was the rattle of house keys, Ben’s grumbling at his poor motor control, then the door drew inward seemingly of its own volitation, whining on its hinges, louder than Ben would’ve wanted. He had been hoping to go the rest of the night without being bothered. Instead, Celia knew immediately.
“Daddy?” Ben listened. “Daddy!” She had been waiting for him at the top of the stairs, dressed for bed and barefoot, in a pair of fuzzy light-blue pajamas printed over with a repeating pattern of flower heads. There was a stuffed rabbit hugged against her chest that she abandoned and let fall to the floor. Her quick muffled footsteps echoed softly against the acoustics of the foyer as she hurried downstairs, her hand sliding along the descending banister. “I thought something terrible happened.” The ten-year-old girl hugged her Daddy and let herself cry against his shirt. “You said you wouldn’t stay out so late, Daddy, you promised.” She sobbed, shoulders quaking.
His head humming like busy traffic, Ben let himself be hugged and cried on, for the time being, paralyzed with the bare knowledge of having done wrong. But after a brief moment of sympathy, his chest heaved impatiently. He shrugged her off until she was out of his way. “Daddy was just held-up, alright? That’s all. He was… caught up in grown-up stuff.” Ben went past her into the kitchen, trying to be coy about hiding his right hand from her. “It’s way past your bedtime, Celia-kid.” He said, slurring his words a bit, reaching for a beer in the refrigerator. “Go on to bed, Daddy’ll be there in a sec.”
Tearful child eyes, holding in them beautiful irises of morning blue, stared at Ben from the living room, burning a questioning worried look in his direction. Her long chestnut hair, usually pulled around into a presentable pair of pigtail buns, was allowed to flow just beneath her shoulders for the night. And with her hair unbound for the sake of comfortable sleep like that, she seemed like someone else’s little girl, blessed with a special added beauty arising from novelty.
Though he wanted to be left alone, looking back at her, Ben had the sudden urge to tap her on the nose with his index so he could hear her giggle, like on any other day. Still part of him had the sense to know she was in no mood for any giggling of any kind.
“Frank called earlier,” Celia spoke softly, “Worried about you. He said there had been some trouble and the police were called. Someone was hurt… Daddy, what happened? Please tell me.” When she pulled at his arm, her eyes caught onto something. She let out a muffled gasp like she was trying to keep her surprise a secret. “Daddy, your hand… you’re all bruised up.” Ben took a swig, able to feel her shaking next to him, her fear radiating off her small frame like the heat from a light bulb.
The grandfather clock chimed the hour inside the living room, its brass tail swinging low and pendulating.
She said nothing for a moment, observing his movements as if to prepare herself in case he lunged at her. Then suddenly and coldly, with her mother’s precise articulation, Celia told her Daddy that he was drunk. He was cockeyed drunk despite having made a promise that he’d go gentle with the alcohol for her safety. For the safety of other people too. He had a dangerous temper when he was drunk. Is that what happened? Did his temper get a hold of him? Well, did it?
Ben didn’t bother replying. He left his beer bottle half-empty on the counter, its cap sitting next to it. Celia watched him as he took off his shoes and jacket inside the foyer, grunting from the effort. On his journey upstairs, he pulled off his shirt without going through the trouble of unbuttoning the collar, baring a toned and hairy chest, what used to be a six-pack beginning to fade with age and time away from the gym. His young daughter followed behind him like a warden.
Ben rubbed his face using the shirt held in his hand, enduring the odor of sweat that fist fighting had wrung out of him. When he emerged for fresh air, the smell was left to contrast with the sweet-smelling scent of his daughter’s citrus-themed soap. The expensive kind he bought her just as her mother used to. Now, it was like she had just stepped from the shower, her modesty wrapped and covered up by a flimsy bath towel able to float away with a good tug.
The scent was so close and pressed tight to him. He hadn’t expected it to be so close. She was hardly a step behind him when he glanced over his shoulder. Ben turned his attention to her in the hallway. His foot kicked the stuffed rabbit out of his way. “Whatcha following your Ol’ Daddy for, Celia-kid? You the law? You gonna arrest your Daddy?” There was a glazed-over look in his eye. He drew closer and closer.
“Wait, Daddy-” Celia tried to push him away when he wrapped his arms around her but couldn’t hope to fight off his brute strength. He gave a paternal kiss on her forehead then Ben searched for her lips using his own. Celia slapped him hard on the cheek, hard enough to make his ear sting a little. “Daddy, stop it! You’re acting weird and you’ve been ignoring me.” The ten-year-old said with her mouth close to his ear. Her breath was warm and minty from toothpaste. His vigorous cock throbbed hungrily inside the cramped confines of his jeans, his mind reeling in the strange mixture of his drunken stupor and raw desire.
Ben reached around and playfully smacked her pajama-covered backside like he was returning the favor of being hit albeit with less force applied. “Relax a little, Celia-kid. How about you come and sleep with Daddy in his bed, tonight? Huh? How about it, Celly?” She shrunk away as best she could from the stench of alcohol on his breath.
It took his daughter a long time to answer. The silence of the night took over in that brief space and allowed the hum of air conditioning to graze their senses. “Okay but,” She paused, her mind working silently. “Tomorrow morning, you have to tell me everything that happened. Everything. You have to promise. And no lying, Daddy.” She finished with a glare. Ben lifted her into his arms. The girl hardly weighed anything. “Daddy?” There was a lustful rumble in his throat. He shut the bedroom door behind them. “Daddy, you have to promise.”
He set her down. Ben could feel that burning heat in his loins growing hotter and desperately needing release even as his eyelids weighed heavy with the exhaustion of the night.
Stumbling towards the bed, Ben undid his belt buckle before letting it plummet to his feet. Next, the button at his jeans popped free, was audibly unzipped, and yanked down to his hairy ankles. He stepped out of them and then kicked them away. The ten-year-old girl thought her Daddy had finished undressing. Ben hooked his fingers inside the waist of his boxers. As soon as his loose-fitting plaid boxers were lowered beneath the untamed bush of pubic hair at his groin, his hot pulsating erection swung upward from the waistband and made a hearty smack against his stomach; stiff, massive, and deeply veined with throbbing desire. A pair of sperm-swollen balls swayed heavy and intimidating beneath his oversized member.
“Daddy… what are you… doing?” Celia said, small and mousy across the room, her eyes drawing away from her Daddy’s cock for just a moment before girly fascination forced her gaze back on his massive length. No amount of staring was enough to satisfy her interest. The monstrous appendage seemed to drip and pulsate under her Daddy’s stomach with a life of its own. The young girl turned away slightly, either intimidated or embarrassed.
He lumbered over to her with his hard erection swinging between his thighs. Ben’s hand gripped the thickened girth of his stiff manhood and with the other he was gently pressing down on Celia’s head, guiding his ten-year-old daughter onto her knees. “C’mon an’ help your daddy out. He can’t sleep with this lousy slab of meat bothering him all night. Just give it a few goodnight kisses.”
Celia shook her head. “This isn’t a good time. Please, Daddy, you’re drunk and need to rest.” She said as both her knees made contact with the silver-gray carpet and the hard surface underneath. The swelled purple head of his cock hung inches from her pouting lips.
Ben’s shaft lightly smacked his daughter on the cheek from clumsy aim on Ben’s part. Celia winced from the small impact, and its warmth lingered for a while on her soft pinkened flesh. She extended her tongue and tasted the large drop of pre-cum that had gathered atop the bulbous head of her Daddy’s prick. Immediately, the intense salty taste made her shudder and draw back in revulsion. Eventually, she leaned back in, licked away the rest of it, then swallowed. With his pre-cum swallowed down, her eyes raised towards his lecherous ones with a final hesitating glance. Ben answered the look with an assertive hand at the back of her head, pushing her mouth closer to the hard shaft pointed in her direction. She seemed apologetic then. Or something similar.
“There you go, baby. There you go.” Ben coached as the ten-year-old girl fit her trembling lips over the swollen mushroom helmet of his manhood. His cock pulsed with animalistic vigor as it burrowed its way deeper into the damp narrowness of the little girl’s mouth. When Celia’s head pushed back against his hand, Ben shoved his hips forward, speeding up the process, forcing half of his massive rod into his daughter’s mouth all at once. There, that oughta shut her up, Ben mused.
Celia’s eyes opened wide and clear. She listened to herself gag on his penis. Ben did the rest gently, letting her get used to every additional throbbing inch of his hot member as it traveled down to her receptive throat. Then, with another light thrust, his large heavy balls slapped lewdly against Celia’s chin, the thick hairs on both his nuts scratching against her bottom lip. “Mmmmmmmm, that’s the stuff!” Ben groaned huskily, his eyes shut, reveling in the sensual delight of having his dick sucked. “Good girl, Celly-kid. Real good girl.”
The awkward rhythm of his daughter’s bobbing head filled the bedroom with a wet smooching noise, taking in as much of his long pole as she could without choking. Both of her palms rested against her Daddy’s firm and muscled thighs as her eyes momentarily squeezed themselves shut to better focus on the feverish throbbing rod of flesh pistoning in and out of her mouth, her tongue running along its sensitive underside.
After a few minutes, Ben noticed the muscles in Celia’s jaw relax around his cock and moved his hand from her head. As he expected, her sucking went on uninterrupted. Enough to suggest she may not have even noticed his hand moving at all.
Celia’s blue eyes brimmed with tears, her cheeks were slightly puffed outward and flushed red with her moaning against the overwhelming girth of Ben’s cock, starting up a vibration that forced primal grunting deep from his chest. Each withdrawal of her lips had her mouth sliding backward along her Daddy’s warm manhood, pulling back until only the fattened head of his dick lay locked behind her front teeth under the vigorous service of her licking tongue. That brief moment treated them both to the sight of his shaft soaked and glistening with the ten-year-old’s saliva. Then all over again, her head plunged forward, sucking his thickness back into her enveloping mouth.
It was just what he needed, Ben thought as he groaned and shuddered from his daughter’s busy work, it was just what he needed.
His friends from work had been trying to stop him then, trying to pull Ben away by both his arms as the guy’s girlfriend screamed on like a siren because blood was streaming from her boyfriend’s nostrils. To think the bastard had been so high and mighty before fists were raised. How satisfying it had felt. How cathartic. Like some repressed desire being acted on.
He bet none of his friend’s wives could suck a good dick if their lives depended on it. They’d have to go their entire lives without this sort of treatment.
Ben moved an idle hand and began stroking Celia’s soft brown hair, her blowjob continuing on. He humped his ass forward, moving his throbbing cock through his daughter’s clamped lips with greater speed. He growled. She was taking it so deep, letting out delighted mewls over his dick. Soon, he was raving, going mad with his desire. Celia had one hand playing with his dangling set of balls while the other was pumping wildly under the waistband of her pajama bottoms like some small rodent rummaging about.
Ben’s heart thundered in his chest like gunfire. “Thatta girl. Almost there, Celia-baby. Goddammit!” He growled lustily above her before he suddenly lurched his hips forward, driving deep until he could feel her tongue grazing wetly against his hairy scrotum. Wild, constricting jolts blasted and zapped through Ben’s body. “Arrrgggghhh!” His steaming load of built-up heat burst down the ten-year-old’s throat like a round of cannon fire, it flowing like syrup with his thick potency. It had nowhere to go except inside her belly. Celia was forced to drink down her Daddy’s hot supply of semen in large thirsty gulps, nursing from his ejaculating manhood as if to keep herself from choking.
He fired shot after shot into her mouth as his ass tensed up against the powerful orgasm shooting through his muscles. Eventually, his load trickled down into smaller bursts and then only meager drops like water from a leaky faucet. Then, his chest heaving, Ben let his cock slide from his daughter’s mouth with a loud wet pop.
Having gulped down every drop of his load, Celia finally gasped for air. She moved from her knees and rested comfortably on her bottom, seating herself on the carpet. The girl couldn’t get the taste of her mouth, it was so salty and tart. Still, her panties were a soaking wet mess. Too wet to sleep in. She’d have to change them before going to bed. She wiped away a bit of pubic hair from her mouth.
“I-I’m done. I’m so tired. Can we please go to bed now, Daddy?” Celia said, defying the throbbing desire pounding at her excited girlhood, her attention focused on Ben’s thick dangling penis, which now bore a wet shine that was her own doing. With her gaze still unmoving from her object of interest, Celia’s lip curled into a grimace, unnerved by the intense wanting inside her belly.
Under the assault of Celia’s hard staring, Ben’s manhood began to stiffen, slowly at first, then rising to a full erection again. It bounced with a faint upward curve. Celia’s cheeks flushed pink. Her daddy scratched the back of his head. “Guess, I can do the work this time.”
They were both breathing hard into each other, Ben pumping his naked engorged member deep into the wet grooves of his little daughter’s cunt, his jaws clenched, his eyes shut tight. Celia’s legs had wrapped themselves around her Daddy’s waist with all the intimacy of putting on a seat belt. Her ankles managed to cross themselves over his ass as it rose and fell with pounding force, the bed springs squeaking and whining as his weight kept shifting. Celia had been conceived in that bed.
Small pleading noises arose from her lips, barely audibly over the smacking of flesh impacting with flesh and the slick squishing of their joined genitals. “Ohh, it’s too, big, Daddy, it hurts, s-slow down.” The ten-year-old whimpered with each powerful thrust. “Uhhh, uhh, please Daddy.” She closed her fingers in his hair, and tried to slow him down by pushing her knees together to no avail, Ben paid no attention either way. He couldn’t control himself, continuing to thrust his throbbing erection back and forth, deeper still into the baby-soft flesh of her pussy.
He had firmly planted himself atop her petite frame, impaling her with his hot erection again and again. “You gotta…” Celia stammered in his ear. “Pull out, Daddy. Before you come.” It was as if Ben had gone deaf. He pounded her little body into the mattress as she struggled to speak, his appendage stretching out the walls of her tiny cunt. “I’ve had my period, remember?”
Celia rested her palms on Ben’s shoulders, enduring the pounding her vulnerable pussy was receiving while utterly lost in pleasure. Her girlhood clenched down hard on his member and she found it difficult to think about where she was and how she had gotten there. “You keep worrying, Celia-kid.” She heard him say. “You forget your Daddy’s got good staying power.” His eyes fell down to puffy little nipples bouncing in his face, where they adorned an otherwise flat chest. When his gaze lifted to her blushing face, he mustered a smile.
Eventually, Ben felt the walls of her tiny pussy begin to spasm around his bare cock, sending ripples all the way down to her cervix, milking his heated shaft. Celia’s small frame began to shudder underneath, her eyes closing as she bit down on her bottom lip. Her orgasm had caught them both by surprise. He had never felt so trapped in his life. “Shit,” He cursed under his breath, then stopped his hips, trying to get a hold of the tingling at the engorged head of his battering ram.
Still in the flames of an orgasm, Celia made the slightest forward movement of her hips, burying her Daddy’s cock snugly against the entrance of her womb. A satisfied smile lay in the corner of her eyes.
Ben groaned like a wounded bear. His shaft made a single burning throb, like the hard pound of a bass drum. A single long thick rope of rich potent sperm was sent jetting against the cervical opening of his little girl’s pussy, threading through like a needle and hitting the back of Celia’s womb. His dangling nutsack had swollen again with the rest of his massive load, boiling inside him, wanting to be released.
He could feel it already swarming through his body, breaking through his cock, and spewing down his length. All the tingles and warmth, built into one big heatwave.
The guy’s motorcycle was parked way down the end, way down, so that Ben’s rationale had some time to catch up to him. But that’s not what happened. Without calling out any sort of warning, Ben got to the guy first and began swinging. Ben’s work friends were far off. The guy’s girlfriend screamed. The guy shouted something at him. Ben fired his best punch directly afterward, a straight right that caught the guy in his cheekbone. Ben had to ask over and over why he had liked it so much.
Faster and faster, he pounded his throbbing member into Celia’s pussy as she stared at the spot where her Daddy’s bare dick kept pistoning at her hairless soft mound. There was no point in fighting it. It’s done. It’s all done. And can’t be undone.
He slammed into her hard and fast without any thought of pulling out. He bared his teeth, grunting. His semen raced from the opening of his cock, burning hot. Then buried himself balls-deep inside Celia’s bald slit. His semen-bloated testicles slapped against the smooth curve of her butt, raging out of control. The warm wet walls of her girlhood hugged lovingly around Ben’s thick male girth.
“Dadddddyyyyy!”
His penis began to jerk and flex against the snug embrace of her pussy and plastered the little girl’s insides with his thick load, making her moan with cries of utter rapture as his semen flooded deep into her belly. Gush after gush of thickly boiling cum erupted into her defenseless cunt, running like an untamed river. All of it flowed into her like an endless stream of heat. Their incestuous union made an eternity of bliss.