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CHAPTER THREE

Ellen Jameson stood facing her father. Her head was down slightly. Her red curls tumbled over the shoulders of her baby dolls. Even with the slight, defensive hunch to her shoulders, her tits thrust out impressively against the soft cotton. Her nipples shifted with every tense breath. Her hands were clasped in front of her crotch where her panties bunched tightly between her thighs. Her legs and feet were clamped together. Her blue eyes, shadowed by her hair, glowed. The flush in her cheeks had made her freckles fade out a little. Her lips shifted nervously. She licked them tensely.

Eric Jameson was sitting in a straight-backed chair, eyeing his daughter, his expression stern rather than angry. "You acknowledge that you were late?" he asked. He was wearing a terrycloth bathrobe which belted around the waist.

"Yes, Daddy."

"You know you're to be punished?"

"Yes, Daddy." There was a touch of husky breathless in her voice.

"How late were you?" he asked.

"Fif-fifteen minutes," Ellen stammered tensely. She twisted her fingers together nervously. Her eyes glittered with excitement.

"It's the second time this week you've been late," he pointed out.

"Ye-yes, Daddy," Ellen agreed. Her tits were rising and falling dramatically. Her nipples were getting hard.

"Get the paddle," he said softly.

"Yes, Daddy," she agreed in the same soft, hot tone. Turning her back on him, she went over to the bureau and took down the ping-pong paddle hanging beside the mirror. The motion made the hem of her top rise up and expose the generous roundness of her ass, the ruffled edge of the panties where the elastic clutched the softness of her butt.

Her thighs scissored smoothly as she walked back to her father. A wisp of dark-red hair curled against one thigh. She handed him the paddle and stood in front of him.

"Take your panties down," he ordered.

Ellen obeyed. She lifted the top and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the panties. She skinned them down her legs and stepped out of them daintily. A tantalizing hint of red cunt hair showed below the bottom edge of the baby dolls.

"Over my knee," Eric Jameson ordered inexorably, showing no visible interest in his daughter's exposure.

Biting her lower lip, Ellen moved to one side, then bent and folded herself over her father's lap. She lowered herself slowly until she could curl one arm around his naked calf, the other around the leg of the chair. Her hair brushed the floor as she hung head downward over his lap. The pajama top was up around her shoulders. Her buttcheeks gleamed softly. The crack of her ass was dark and exciting.

Her boobs sagged heavily because of her inverted position, the nipples and areolas pink and alertly hard, highly aroused. The red bush of her pussy was visible between her pale, rounded thighs.

Erie Jameson gripped the paddle firmly in his right hand. With his left, he gently stroked her fanny, first one cheek, then the other. Then he slid his hand down the smooth slope of her back and held her shoulders firmly down. He flexed his fingers around the handle of the paddle. He raised it slowly, and brought it down on the buttcheek farthest from him with a ringing crack.

Ellen made no sound, but jerked as if hit with an electric shock. Her grip on her father's leg tightened.

Shifting, he moved his free leg to trap Ellen's so she couldn't kick free. She was now draped over one leg only. Then, with his daughter effectively immobilized, he brought the paddle down sharply on her other cheek. Already, the first one was reddening, blushing.

Ellen jerked again, but still made no sound. Her nipples got more flushed and erect. Her face was reddening from her inverted position. Her forehead was shiny with sweat.

The paddle cracked down a third time. She moaned very, very softly as her asscheek reddened still more. She tightened her grip on the chair leg and her father's leg. The paddle descended on her bottom again. She whimpered.

Eric Jameson wielded the paddle with slow deliberation, carefully alternating asscheeks. He kept his eyes focused firmly on his target. He slid the hand on Ellen's shoulder down slightly and gripped the back of her neck. He tightened his leg grip on her, too.

Ellen's eyes were squeezed tight shut. Tears oozed from them, felt their way hesitantly through her red eyebrows to her forehead. Her lips were stretched in a grimace of pain, her teeth clenched tight, filtering her soft moans. Her body tensed in anticipation of each blow. Her buns knotted defensively.

Her father deliberately varied the rhythm of his blows so as to catch her unawares with each ringing smack, and, as a result, she always jumped violently.

She squirmed in his lap, twisted slightly. Something slid up beside her, lifted and tented his robe.

When the next blow struck her upraised ass, her father's robe slid slowly open and revealed the tall, hard column of his cock. The dusky pink knob gleamed. The ivory shaft throbbed and pulsed as it swelled. The slit at the tip winked lasciviously.

The paddle cracked on Ellen's ass, and Eric's cock slid against her bare skin. It was impossible for her to ignore it. Her tits got harder and more erect than ever. Her boobs shivered.

The paddle smashed down on her tail again. Eleven. Twelve. Both cheeks were a brilliant scarlet, flaming and hot. Between her thighs, her cuntlips were swollen and distended. A delicate pink ruffle of inner tissues showed in the heart of her pussy.

Maintaining a slow, totally unpredictable rhythm, Eric applied three more swats to his daughter's already burning butt. His cock throbbed and rubbed against her pale flesh. A gooey, gleaming strand of lubricant smeared her pale skin. A thick glob welled into view at the tip of his prick. He let go of Ellen's neck and dropped the hand with the paddle loosely to his side.

Ellen heaved herself up from her folded-over position. Her face was contorted with pain from the spanking – and something else, too. Tears streamed down her cheeks. Stepping back half a pace, she straddled her father's lap, moved over him. Reaching down, she gripped the pale, erect shaft of his cock and aimed it up into her red snatch. Without opening her eyes, she lowered herself on his towering spear, rammed it up into her oozing hole. She sank down until she had the entire brutal length of her father's prick in her cunt, until her dark-red bush tangled with his light red one. She sat up very straight, as if the full length of his shaft was rammed up through her graceful body like a second spine.

"Oooohhh, Daddy," she moaned softly. "Ohhh, Daddy!"

The ping-pong paddle thumped to the floor and Eric Jameson stripped the top half of his daughter's pajamas up and off her, exposing her eighteen-year-old body completely. She let him rip her last covering off her. Her long red hair tumbled in dismay over her creamy shoulders, brushed the upper slopes of her full, firm boobs.

Eric Jameson sucked in his breath at the sight of his daughter's body, just the way he did every time he saw it. She had a superb figure. Her tits were generous, thrusting mounds any woman would be proud of. Her skin, where it was exposed to the sun, was freckled and golden. Where it was protected by the one-piece suit she always wore, it was a creamy, flawless, pale white.

"Oh, Daddy," Ellen repeated, linking her hands behind his neck. She began to rise and fall. His cock slid out of her hole, then drove back up into her tight, clinging, aroused cunt. He slid his ass to the edge of the chair and let her fuck herself on his tool. He unbelted his robe and spread it wide open. His flat muscular stomach was wrinkled because of his slouched position.

Her legs flexing smoothly, Ellen lifted and dropped on her father's prick. Her whole body flushed with pleasure. Her boobs quivered excitingly as she moved. The only consideration she showed her abused butt was to move so the burned portions of her flesh didn't come into contact with her father's hairy thighs.

Eric looked down to where his cock emerged, then disappeared, into his daughter's pink-lipped snatch. His shaft gleamed with her juices. He savored the hot, rippled embrace of her tight cunt. Reaching down, he probed into the upper end of her silt and diddled her clitoris.

The pleasure on Ellen's face intensified. Then he slid his hands up and captured the generous mounds of her jugs. He massaged the full globes, ran his thumbs over the rubbery tips of her nipples.

"Pinch them, Daddy," Ellen moaned. "Hurt them, Daddy, hurt them."

Eric obeyed, squeezed them between thumb and forefinger. Ellen squirmed with pleasure from the ungentle stimulation. She began moving her hips in a small circle as she rose and fell, rose and fell, ramming his cock into her gushing twat.

She had still not opened her eyes. The tears had dried on her cheeks. She frowned as she concentrated on screwing her father. Her head was tipped back and her hands were still linked behind his neck.

"Soon, baby, soon," Eric told her.

"Me, too, Daddy," she whispered. "Oh, very soon, Daddy. Very, very soon."

"Anytime. Anytime."

"Now, Daddy! Oh, yes! Now, oh, now, now, NOW!" She moved quickly, but not too quickly. She emphasized the circular motion, increased the bouncing. "Now!" She jammed her cunt down hard on his prick and quivered in the grip of her pleasure. The hot blush of an orgasm surged up from her crotch, spread out over her belly and chest engulfed her. She trembled in its fiery embrace.

Eric heaved his hips upward as his daughter's come drew near. His muscles straining, his ass knotting; he drilled his cock deep into her spasming match. He unloaded his thick, creamy sperm into his daughter's cunt, poured out his load with wrenching twists of his muscles. His cock pulsed and heaved in her twitching hole, and a thick, pearly wave overflowed, spilled into his strawberry-blond crotch bush, darkening and kinking the curly hairs.

For a long, straining moment, Ellen sat very straight and tall on her father's lap, her nude body a rigid tower of lust. Then, slowly, she fell forward against him. Her boobs squashed warmly on his strong chest. She cuddled against him. His prick was still sunk in her streaming cunt. He stroked the smooth expanse of her back tenderly.

"Oh, Daddy, that was a good one." She sighed contentedly.

"Are you going to be late again?" he asked.

Ellen nodded, without lifting her head from his shoulder. "Probably. Pete's car isn't very reliable, you know."

"Maybe you should date someone whose car is reliable."

"But then we'd just have to find another excuse, wouldn't we?"

Eric let out a snort that was half-chuckle. "I guess we would, at that. But I don't like punishing you."

Ellen shifted making his limp cock squirm inside her flooded twat. "Are you sure?"

"Yet I don't like hurting you."

"But it excites you."

"It's that great ass of yours that excites me," he argued, "not spanking you." He pushed her away from him and looked into her deep blue eyes. "You like being hurt, don't you?"

"Yeah. By you. When you punish me, it means you love me. Just like this means you love me." She wiggled on him again, only this time his prick slipped out. "Oh, drat."

Eric snorted. "We're crazy, you know that?"

"Because we love each other? But that's what fathers and daughters are supposed to do," Ellen argued.

"But not like this. It's called incest," he reminded her.

"Incest, incest," Ellen snorted. "What difference does it make? We're not reproducing, we're just screwing. And besides, whose idea was it in the first place, anyway?"

"Your mother's."

"Mom's? Really?"

Eric nodded and let her brush a strand of his hair out of his eyes.

"But she's been dead for ten years now," Ellen pointed out. "I was only six when she died. We didn't start doing it until I was fourteen. Remember?"

"How could I forget?" he replied, recalling how two years earlier, he had aroused his daughter's young body tenderly and skillfully, and then taken her virginity with all the love and expertise he had. It had been one of the finest, most exquisite experiences of his life. His heart bursting, he had shown his love for her in the most intimate way he knew how. She had responded with love and youthful passion.

"So, tell me how Mom suggested something that didn't happen until eight years after she died," Ellen insisted.

"Well, she knew she was dying," Eric said.

"Didn't we all," Ellen observed with a shiver. "God, it was awful."

"Yeah," Eric said. "She was very brave and wonderful woman, but also a jealous one. Even when she was dying, she didn't want me to ever have another woman. But she knew that was impossible, so she ordered me to seduce you when you were old enough. Somehow, she figured that since half of you came from her, it was all right, that you weren't really another woman."

"That's crazy," Ellen snorted. "Not that I mind, you understand."

"She was crazy with pain by then. It was her dying request. So, of course, I honored it."

"And honored it, and honored it, and honored it," Ellen teased. Then she threw her arms around him and hugged him, pressed the warm length of her naked body against his. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so much!"

"I love you, too, baby."

"Aren't you ever going to marry again?" she asked, breaking the clinch.

He shrugged. "Why should I? I have you."

Ellen's lips thinned. "But you won't have me forever. I'm growing up, Daddy. I won't stay home forever, you know. I can't do that." She cocked her head. "What about Carla Manners? She'd be a good catch, you know."

"She's not interested in me."

"You see her often enough."

"She just wants my advice on how to raise Charlie. When I tried to get close to her, she slammed the door in my face. Figuratively, I mean."

"So, try again," Ellen argued. "She's a normal woman, she's been a widow for six months. She must be getting horny."

"What do you know about being horny?" Eric taunted her. "I've been screwing you ever since you were old enough to know what the word means."

Ellen giggled and shook her head. "You were about a year late!"

Eric stared at her. "But you were a virgin."

"I'd been masturbating for over a year," she told him smugly. "I learned where my clit is and what it's for and really went to town."

"You still do it?" he asked warily.

"Sometimes. When I feel like it."

"Huh!"

"I'll bet you do, too," she teased. "Come on, admit it, Daddy. You jack off, sometimes. Admit it."

"Well, yeah, once in a while," he acknowledged reluctantly. "What do you do on your dates?" he asked, counterattacking.

"Ho, ho, ho, wouldn't you like to know?"

"Yes, I would!" he said sharply. "I don't want you getting in trouble."

"I can't. I'm on the pill. Remember?"

"There are other kinds of trouble. VD, for example," he said acidly. "That would be really cool for me to come down with a case of clap from my own daughter."

"Would be a little hard to explain, wouldn't it?" Ellen acknowledged, chastened. "But it won't happen. I don't screw my dates."

"Why not? Guys want you, don't they?"

"Do they want me! Pete is like an octopus. No, it's that I don't want to. None of them appeal to me the way you do. They're all so young, and so-so gentle! I say no and they stop like I'd hit them or something. I want them to be strong. I want to know that they really want me, want me bad enough to fight me for it even."

"You want them to hurt you." Eric sighed.

"Yeah, a little." She got up off her father at last, bent, and picked up the paddle and took it back to its place by the mirror. Her nude form moved with a casual, natural grace that was much like her mother's. Eric felt a lump forming in his throat.

"Baby, that's wrong," he said softly.

Ellen kept her back to him. Her eyes met his in the mirror. "But I don't get really turned on unless I do get hurt a little," she said softly. "Not a lot, just a little. Like maybe my breasts pinched, or my fanny swatted."

"That's why you misbehave, so I'll spank you," Eric said sadly.

Ellen nodded, hurt by the pain in his eyes. She turned and crossed to him quickly, and sank to her knees in front of him. "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry. But it's the way I am. I'm sorry, Daddy, I'm sorry." Near tears, shuddering, she lay her head in his lap.

"It's okay, baby," he soothed, "it's okay." He stroked her thick, rich red hair. He looked down at his daughter both lovingly and sadly.

Ellen snuffled noisily. "Oh, Daddy, I love you so," she whispered. "I'd do anything for you, anything at all." She was looking at his limp, cum-crusty prick. It was an inch in front of her nose.

Slowly, hesitantly, she inched her cheek across his thigh. She rolled the tip of his prick towards her lips, and kissed it tenderly. Then, opening her mouth, she sucked his drained tool in. She bathed it with her tongue, washed it clean.

The warm, loving touch of her lips, and the sight of her so willingly taking his cock into her mouth brought a rush of blood to Eric's rod, and it swelled quickly. Still stroking her hair, he stared down at her as she sucked his cock. She closed her eyes and suckled on his prick, drawing blood into it, making it swell and stiffen rapidly.

Eric loved the hot embrace of her mouth, the velvety sweeping of her tongue across his nerve endings. He stared at his daughter as she blew him.

His cock grew too stiff and erect for her to keep her cheek on his thigh. She had to lift her head. Then, tipping his cock upright, she pushed her face down on it, slid the hard, hot bulk down her tongue. It poked the back of her mouth, her palate, and she lifted up again. Her red tresses stroked his thighs as she sucked his cock.

Slipping her hand down between his thighs, she squeezed his nuts gently. They rolled on her fingers like warm, live eggs. She curled her hand around his balls and protected them.

Her cheeks caved in as she sucked on the prick in her mouth. She scrubbed the underside with her tongue, stroked the nerve patch below the knob. She pumped her head, and took fully half his towering dick into her mouth.

Eric leaned back, closed his eyes and savored the wonderful sucking his cock was, getting. His hands were still stroking Ellen's head as it bobbed over his lap. He felt her warm, soft jugs brushing his legs as she moved over his groin. His feet were touching the outsides of her thighs. His neck muscles straining, he lifted his head and looked at her again.

Ellen's face was set with concentration as she sucked her father's cock. She held the base of his prick with one hand and fondled his nuts with the other. Her head moved, up and down, up and down, as she took better than half his tool into her mouth. Saliva spilled down his shaft, mingling with the cum already matting his crotch bush. Her hair hung around her face like a heavy, swaying auburn curtain.

It took an effort, but Eric managed to keep his eyes on his daughter as she sucked his dick. His arms ached with the strain as he stroked her hair. He was battling to keep from grasping her head and jamming it down on his cock.

Then a tremor developed in one of his thighs, an uncontrollable muscular quiver. His flat stomach muscles began rippling as his lust built. His hips began making hesitant hunching motions. Sweat trickled from his face and his armpits, traced tickling lines down his chest. His lips skinned back over his teeth in a primitive grin of lust as Ellen continued to suck his prick.

"Going to come," he said hoarsely, warning her.

"Mmmmm," she mumbled around his cock. Leaning farther over him, she fought to get more of his dick into her mouth, drove down hard on him. Her nostrils flared as she sucked air in after each stroke on his prick. She shifted her hand from his balls and scratched behind his jewels, scratched the hard foundation of his rod.

Eric's hips moved faster. Somehow, he managed to keep from forcing his daughter's face down on his throbbing hard-on, kept stroking her hair gently, kept touching her cheeks softly as she sucked on his prick. His balls knotted up tight in his crotch and his hips quivered and lifted. Ellen forced her head down on his cock until she had nearly two-thirds of it in her mouth. The shaft pulsed and convulsed, and her throat worked as jizz flooded her. His buttcheeks knotted, his body shivering with the strain of his orgasm, Eric poured his thick load into his daughter's mouth, down her throat, into her belly.

Ellen sucked and sucked, swallowed and gulped. Her tongue stroked and milked the jetting cock in her mouth. Her throat swallowed and swallowed and the waves carried the thick fuck juice to her stomach. Some of the cream escaped her lips, drooled into his crotch patch. She continued to suck and draw on his prick until it began to lose its strength and shrink. Her stroking tongue revived it momentarily, and it shot one last dribble of sperm into her mouth. When his cock had shrunk to half its former size, Ellen released it. She rested her cheek on his thigh again. Panting, her face stained with his jizz, she caught her breath.

"Oh, baby, you're too much," Eric sighed, petting his daughter's head tenderly. "How could I ever marry when I have you?"

"But you can't have me forever," she whispered.

"I can for as long as I live," he noted. "I'm twenty-one years older than you. You're sure to outlive me."

"That's true."

"But what'll happen to you when I'm gone? You'll be alone." He shivered. "That's no good, baby. We can't hang onto each other, I guess. We've got to find partners for both of us, while there's still time."

Ellen snuffled loudly. She nodded. "But I don't like the idea."

"Jealous?"

"Uh-huh." She was still resting her cheek on his thigh.

"Just like your mother." He chuckled wryly. "But so am I, baby, so am I."

"Jealous of me?" she asked, pleased.

"Yeah." He studied her thoughtfully for a moment. "Know who I think about when I jack off?"

"No, who?"

"Not Mom?"

"No. I remember her all wasted and eaten up by the cancer. So I think of you."

"I think of you when I do it," she told him. "I always have."

"God, we're a pair," he sighed. "Let's get cleaned up and go to bed."

They showered, their hands sweeping layers of lather over each other's bodies. But they were both so erotically drained, it was a mild sensuous pleasure, nothing more. Eric didn't even get a hard-on. Then, silently, they dried off and each went to their own rooms.

Eric lay on his back in bed and stared at the ceiling. He realized he had to somehow get Ellen out of the nest before it was too late. If he could succeed with Carla Manners, it would accomplish the task. With Carla in his bed, Ellen and he would have to break off their incestuous relationship.

Alone in bed, Ellen hugged her teddy bear defensively. She felt terribly insecure. She knew her father was right, but life without him frightened her. And there was the problem of finding someone to love, too. It wasn't possible that anyone could ever take her father's place.

It was a long, lonely night for them both.