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CHAPTER FOUR

Carrie was dreaming. In her dream a hard, thick cock was skewering her cunt. She couldn't see who the cock belonged to, but it felt so good that she knew it must be her father's. The dream was so real that she could hear herself screaming, "Suck it, yesssss, oh God, yes…suck my cunt!"

But wait. She was getting fucked, not sucked.

Then Carrie heard the voice again and she came awake with a start, her nightie sticking to her naked, sweat-soaked skin.

Again the screaming voice: "Suck me, suck me, baby… suck my CUNT!"

It wasn't a dream. It was real, and it was coming from her father's room. Carrie jumped to her knees on the bed and pressed her ear against the thin wall. What she heard was like a dark memory coming back to her. Often she had heard her mother and father fucking through that very same wall.

"Oh, Ted, darling, like that! Yessss, like that! Stick your tongue way up my cunt like that."

It was a strange woman's voice, a voice Carrie had never heard before. And then came sounds of bodies squirming on the bed and the soft creaking of the springs.

"Oh God, Ted, I'm SO glad I said yes! Suck me! Suck my cunt! Oh shit, I can hardly stand it, it's so fucking good!"

Carrie squeezed her eyes tightly shut, as though she could block out the images rioting in her mind. The picture of a strange woman nakedly thrusting her hips upward, pushing her straining cunt higher and higher against the lapping, sucking, wet mouth of her father.

Tears came now, streaking down Carrie's soft cheeks.

"I have to fuck you now… I can't wait any longer! Jesus, your pussy tastes so good!"

"Then do it, darling, fuck me! Slip that beautiful hunk of meat inside my pussy and fuck me!"

There was a loud bang directly against the wall, and Carrie jumped back. A loud wail of ecstasy came through the wall, and Carrie slid down on the bed, her eyes open, staring sightiessly into the dark room.

Me, me! Carrie cried soundlessly. It should be me! I should be in there loving him! Who is this woman? How dare she come into our house and take my place!

There was a steady knocking and banging against the wall now, and the strain was getting to be too much. Carrie sat despondently on the bed, feeling a desperation welling up within her. She wanted to be held tightly, protectively in his arms, to feel his muscular body pressed against hers, to know that he would always belong to her. She felt sad and angry at the same time, and it was the most terrible feeling she had ever known.

She cupped her hands under her breasts, flushing and perspiring there in the darkness. Her ears filled with the obscene sounds coming from the next room. She felt a surging thrill mounting in each fill breast as she reached beneath her short nightgown and touched her nipples, beginning to twist their berry shapes until erotic sensations raced through them, spreading to every part of her body.

"Ohhhh, I need it," she whimpered softly, "I need it so bad!" She was embarrassed by the sound of her own voice, and she stopped her moving fingers on her tensed, swollen breasts only for a moment. Then she started again.

The bumping and scraping against the wall had momentarily stopped, and Carrie visualized them in there, naked bodies pressed tightly and hotly together, the woman's thighs spread wide as her father lay between them.

Carrie lay back on the pillows, pulling her gown all the way up so that it formed a ring above her heaving breasts. Beat seemed to permeate her body as the cool smooth sheets of the bed touched her naked buttocks and back. She lifted her legs a little, bending her knees and keeping just her feet planted on the bed. A coolness rushed down between her quivering thighs, and she shuddered.

Wave after wave of sensuality began a path through the core of her pussy, and she twisted and turned, moaning softly in the grasp of the desire mounting within her belly. She wasn't touching herself at all now, her arms flat against her sides, her fingers clenching and unclenching against her palms. She was beginning to imagine her father's lust-hardened prick heaving up into her, parting the softness of her pussy.

"Oooohhh!" she moaned as one hand moved to her rapidly moistening pussy. Her other hand went to her tits, massaging with a sure, steady motion. The young girl's fingers parted the soft wet curls of pussy hair and slipped into the shallow crevice that housed her tiny clitoris.

Suddenly the slamming and banging from the next room started up again. The bedsprings on her father's bed squeaked horribly.

"Like this? And this? Or do you like it like this?"

"Aaaaahhh, ohhh shit, yessss, like that!"

Carrie moaned, listening with all her soul to the agonizing sounds. "Oh, Daddy, I wish… oh, how I wish…" Her hands became her father's groping hands, as she tickled and caressed her swelling pink clitoris, making it rise like a tiny cock, reddened and ready to explode.

Her back was arched as the heat flooded her streaming cunt. Her head rolled from side to side, her face contorted with the strength of her emotion. Her eyes tightly clenched shut, it was her father making love to her, his weight pressing on her, his surging cock filling her, stretching the walls of her cunt wide apart.

Then the sounds stopped in the other room. But the fire didn't stop in her own belly. Fearing that they might hear her, as she had heard them, Carrie jumped from her bed and ran into the bathroom.

Finding her clit and flicking the tip of her finger back and forth over it, she soon had her cunt hot again. Leaning against the shower door, oblivious to everything except the sensations she was setting off in her pussy, she allowed her fingers to move faster and faster.

"Oh shit," she moaned, "come, come, come, COME!"

Faster and faster she moved her fingers, and suddenly she felt the blinding explosions bursting inside her head. Eyes tightly shut, breathing labored, she almost fell to the floor. She grabbed the seat of the john with her free hand to steady herself.

Then it was over, and for a moment Carrie was sure she was depraved. Breathing hard, she stumbled back to her own bed.

Just as she was pulling the covers up over her naked body, she heard the front door slam and her father's feet padding back up the stairs.

As he passed her door, Carrie couldn't resist calling out to him. "Daddy, are you up?"

His head popped through the door. "I was just hungry, baby," he lied. "Oh, I thought I beard someone else."

"No, honey, go on back to sleep. Tomorrow's Saturday. We'll go to the beach, okay?"

"Sure."

"You all right?"

"Yes, Daddy, I'm fine," Carrie said, and added under her breath, "now!"

The sun was blazing across the sand and Ted had to shield his eyes from the glare in order to see Carrie and her friend, Beth, romping through the shallow water in their skimpy bikinis.

Ted had really wanted to be alone with Carrie that afternoon, out of guilt, he supposed, for bringing that woman home with him. But, when Beth had called and suggested they come to her folks' beach house to swim, Ted had agreed.

Beth's parents were away for the weekend and she had told Carrie she was lonesome and would welcome the company. Now, as Ted watched the two youthful girls romp in the water, he felt even guiltier about his previous night's indiscretion.

But, as always, he felt his cock quiver in his tight trunks as he watched Carrie's petite, yet full-figured, body bounce as she ran.

Beth, two years older than Carrie, was much more womanly than Ted's daughter. Watching her move began to make his cock swell.

Then the two girls were rushing up the beach toward him, their tits bouncing delightfully in the skimpy halters. Beth was a tall, voluptuous brunette. She seemed to have a gift for projecting her warm personality, which was contagious when she laughed or smiled. Her figure was perfectly proportioned, with the height and slenderness of a fashion model, but with full breasts and soft, flowing hips. Beneath the skimpy bikini her tits swayed provocatively with each movement of her body.

"We're going up to the house for a drink, Daddy. Want to come?"

"I'll be up in a minute, honey," Ted replied, keeping his eyes averted as much as possible from all the beautiful young flesh.

"Okay, Mr. Fuller," Beth said, her voice as mature as her body. "But please feel free in the house!"

"Sure, Beth. You two run along."

The girls moved away.

"Damn, Carrie, your old man is handsome as hell, you know that?"

"Oh, I know it, all right," Carrie replied. "I wish he weren't my father!"

"You mean that?"

"Yes, I mean it. I almost fucked Mike the other night, but he's such a boy, I thought it would be a waste of time!"

"Yeah, I know," the tall girl said. "I've just about given up on boys my own age. Older men are much better."

"C'mon, let's hurry," Carrie giggled. "We can take a shower together and play with each other's tits!"

Ted stayed another hour on the beach, checking out the passing parade of female flesh. Some of the women gave him longing stares, but none of them could compare to his daughter or her friend.

At last he folded everything into a beach towel and headed for the house. "Kids!" he called as entered the living room.

Beth's voice came to him from somewhere at the top of the stairs. "Carrie went to the store for some sandwich stuff, Mr. Fuller. Do you want to take a shower?"

"That would be great," Ted said, bounding up the stain.

"In here."

Ted followed the sound of the girl's voice. "A shower will feel great after all that sun," he said, entering a bedroom.

Beth was wearing a flowered sundress that reached halfway down her suntanned thighs. She was lounging on the bed in such a way that Ted could see all the way to her dark crotch at the vee of her brown thighs.

"You can use my bath," she purred, spreading her legs just the slightest bit more so that she was sure that Ted would be able to see high up beneath her loose-fitting dress. She smiled to herself as she watched him stare for a long time, his face turning beet red.

He was finally able to pull his eyes away and trip into the shower. The water took away the heat in his cock so that he actually forgot Beth was in the bedroom. He emerged from the bath with just a towel draped around his muscular body.

She was still lounging on the bed. The sundress had drifted clear up to her waist, completely exposing the rich brown fur of her pussy. From the way she looked at the bulge under his towel, there was no doubt what was on her mind.

Ted couldn't resist. She was just too young and too beautiful.

He approached the bed, knowing that what they were doing was wrong, but not caring at that point.

Beth smiled up at him, her intent showing in her eyes. "I dig older men, you khow."

"How much?" Ted asked, trying to still the shaking in his knees.

"I'll show you," Beth answered, reaching up and gently parting the towel that covered his hairy groin. "My God, you're hung!" she gasped when his massive cock popped into view. "But, ya know, for some reason I was sure you would be." She reached out and stroked the naked, jerking rod. She handled his meat with an ease that Ted could only assume had come from long practice.

He looked down at her his mouth gaping from shock as she expertly manipulated the hardening length of his prick.

"May I suck your cock?" she purred, her fingers clasping around the massive tool and drawing it toward her warm lips. "I love to suck cock!"

Ted's rising prick gave an excited lurch in the young girl's hand, and he watched her bend aver, her head moving lower and lower as her tongue moved out to lick wetly at his flesh. He could feel crazy sensations racing through his body as the girl grasped his throbbing cock between her fingers, drawing back the foreskin. She continued the gentle skinning back and forth over his hardening cock.

"Feel good?" she gurgled, licking up and down the glistening shaft. She pushed inward with her arms and spread his legs still wider as he stood before her. She opened her lips and breathed softly over the bulbous cockhead, blowing warm air into the tiny slit at the tip. "Well?" she cooed. "Don't you want me to suck your dick?"

"Yes, yes, dammit!"

Just as he spoke, the tip of the young girl's tongue circled the smooth, rubbery head of his cock. He groaned as she placed her other hand at the thick base of his prick where it speared upward from his groin. He reached down and tangled, his hands in the girl's thick hair. He thrust his cock inward with the strength of a bull. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing though her hot lips and between her teeth. It ran the full length of her tongue and embedded itself at the entrance of her throat.

When he had first entered the room, seen Beth's cunt, and sized up the situation, Ted had thought briefly about Carrie. What if she should return and find them?

But now, with the beautiful young girl's mouth around his meat, all thoughts of his daughter passed from his mind. He could only concentrate on the intense sensation of Beth's lips as they moved hotly all around his big prick.

"Jesus, you're good," he hissed suddenly. "Suck harder, Beth, suck my prick harder!"

His voice was coarse and thick with passion as he began to command the young girl, instructing her as to just how he wanted it. Beth sucked like a demon, swishing her tongue with a vengeance around and around the throbbing head, sliding it in and out of her tight lips.

She was like a wild woman, her head bobbing and bouncing up and down as she heard the hoarse sounds of release that were coming from his throat. He bucked wildly against her, and then suddenly he released his cum between her hungrily sucking lips, pumping it out until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails that dribbled obscenely over her chin.

When it was over, Beth wiped her lips and looked happily up at him. "Like it?" she asked.

"Does the sun come up every morning?" he replied.

"You want some more?"

"Carrie might come back," he said.

"She never left," Beth said, inclining her head toward the open bedroom door.