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Chapter 5

Mike was so overwhelmed by what had happened with Gabby and Micaela in the past month he didn't know what to do. He felt nauseating waves of guilt when he thought about what he had done to them. Once it had happened with both of them, though, it was a little easier to face them. When it had been just Micaela he had felt like a man who was forced to spend time with his mistress's husband.

There was no sign either Gabby or Micaela was aware of what the other had done-Gabby had commented on Micaela's being a virgin. And Micaela obviously regarded Gabby as nothing but a dancer and a scholar, with no life outside her books and dance classes.

And Patty, meanwhile, flounced and sassed her way around the house in total ignorance of the subtle undercurrents. Gabby was right about Patty. Patty was a brat, and she was a cock-tease. He would have to do something about her soon. The way she paraded around with no bra on under her tight T-shirts was going to get her raped if she wasn't careful.

But it was nice he still had one daughter he could be alone with without being afraid of being seduced. Patty sure gave his groin some twinges, though. After all, she was starting to mature, and her tits had a way of standing up perkily under those damn T-shirts. And, the shorts she wore showed a hell of a lot of ass, and clutched her pussy tightly.

But, hell, she was only fifteen. He didn't really feel any desire for her. What he did feel, though, was fury. Frequently. She had a way of getting under his skin, or her sisters' skins, that was unbelievable. She had been avoiding her chores regularly, but he had been so distracted with his other problems he hadn't done anything about it. He was going to have to deal with her, soon.

He sighed and riffled through the Sunday paper and found the sports section.

"Daddy, you've got to do something about Patty," Gabby said as she stomped into the living room.

"What's the matter now?" he asked wearily.

"Her side of the room is a pig-sty!”

"That's 'cause you shove all your junk onto my side," Patty said nastily, following Gabby into the room.

"That's not true!" Gabby snapped. "And you know it.”

Patty didn't say anything, just stood there with a "prove it" expression on her face.

"She never makes her bed, and the dirty clothes she's stuffed under it are starting to stink," Gabby went on.

"Well, if the laundress would keep up with the dirty clothes around here, there wouldn't be any problem," Patty said brazenly.

For a second, Mike thought he was going to have to break up a physical fight between them. "You're supposed to put your dirty clothes in the laundry hamper in the bathroom," Gabby replied in a deadly soft tone.

"It's always full," Patty pouted.

"Okay, that's enough," Mike sighed.

"Daddy, can I go to the pool?" Patty asked.

"Not until you clean up your side of the bedroom,” Mike said firmly.

"Can I go, Daddy? I've got a special rehearsal with Kerry this afternoon," Gabby asked.

"Go ahead," he assented, trying not to let his fondness for her show as he watched her leave.

"Why can't I go to the pool?" Patty wailed.

"Because I said so. Now go get cracking on your room.”

"Gee whiz, I never get to go nowhere," Patty grumbled ungrammatically as she stomped out of the room.

"Kitchen's done, Daddy. Okay if I go out?" Micaela asked, coming into the living room. Mike wondered if he was ever going to get a chance to read the paper.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Over to see Chris. Can I use the car?”

"Yep. Fill the tank when you're done, okay?”

"Okay," she agreed happily. "Thanks Daddy.** She gave him a kiss that made his pulse race. "See you around dinner time.”

"Drive carefully," he said automatically, watching her ass as she headed for the door. His pulse slowly started back to normal. He suddenly wished that Micaela was the one that was staying home, that he had let Patty go out. Then ‘Caela was gone, and he was left with his thoughts, and Patty.

He rattled the paper into shape and started reading* He was halfway through the lead story when a board creaking caught his attention. He looked up. Patty froze. She was halfway across the room. She had her bathing suit in one hand, and a towel around her neck.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked softly.

«Uh-to get a drink?”

"Didn't know you needed a bathing suit to take a drink," he said dryly. "Or were you going to absorb it through your skin?”

Patty bit her lower lip and looked at the incriminating scrap of nylon in her hand.

He didn't want to spank her, he really didn't. He hadn't laid a hand on the girls since Catherine had died. "Is your room cleaned up?”

“Yes!”

"Let's go check," he grunted, setting the paper aside.

"Let's not and say we did," she countered.

"Come on," he ordered, reaching for her.

"No!" she said angrily. "I won't.”

"Oh, yes you will!" he growled, grabbing her arm.

"You're hurting me," she whined, trying to twist away.

Ignoring her straggles and protests, he started for her room. He felt like he was dragging an anchor.

"You're mean," Patty wailed. "You're mean and nasty!”

"Keep talking," he growled as he kicked the door open. "You're building your own coffin.”

"You-you-you bastard! Yow!" The last came as he sailed her across the room and into the rumpled, tangled mess of her bed.

"I haven't spanked you since your mother died," Mike said grimly. "Obviously, that is an error that I had better remedy right now. You seem to have forgotten your manners.”

"You wouldn't dare," Patty said warily as he advanced across the room toward her. He kicked his way through the litter of clothes and shoes and records and jewelry that cluttered the floor.

"Oh, yes I would," he said softly. "I most certainly would.”

She frowned and her eyes darted to the door. When she made a break for it, he was ready. His arm swept out and around her waist. She doubled over, kicking and protesting, as he heaved her into the air.

Shoving aside the mass of dirty clothes and tangled sheets, he sat down on her bed. He stretched her, still kicking and swearing like a longshoreman, across his lap, and held her there with one hand.

"And another thing," he told her, "these obscenely tight pants you have taken to wearing have got to go!" damping his hand in the back of the waistband, he gave a wrench. With a loud groan, the seams gave way. A casual jerk and he had the tattered remnant down around her thighs. He was surprised that he wasn't surprised to find she wasn't wearing panties. The bare white cheeks of her ass gleamed up at him.

"YOW!" Patty wailed.

Mike felt a hot knot of lust forming in his gut and tried to fight it down. He had gone too far to back out now. But sweet God, she had a great tail! Cursing himself, he reached down and stroked the satin-smooth flesh gently.

The squirming and kicking subsided. It was as if his touch had soothed a bucking horse. Taking a firm grip on himself, Mike looked around for something to use on those pale globes. Nothing. There was a hair brush on the bureau across the room, but he didn't dare release his captive in order to go get it.

His hand tingled at the thought of touching her tight white ass. Gritting his teeth, he steeled himself for the job. He hoped Patty couldn't feel the lump that was forming in his lap, or that if she could, she wouldn't know what it was. His stomach was churning with tension and lust.

He stroked her warm skin again, as if measuring her for the first blow. Finally, he succeeded in raising his hand and bringing it down on her bare hide.

"Owwwoooo," Patty wailed.

The sound cut into him like a dull knife, but somehow he managed to avoid saying, "It hurts me as much as it does you," or "It's for your own good.”

Instead, he applied a second stinging slap to her tail. Her squirming and twisting were making her T-shirt ride up and her kicking was making her tattered shorts slip down her legs. As he found himself facing more and more bare skin, his cock got harder and harder. She was squirming against it, rubbing it. It kept getting stiffer and stiffer.

His palm was stinging from the swatting. Pausing for just a moment, he shifted his grasp on her, clasping her thighs with his sore hand so he could use the other one on her tail. Inadvertently, one finger slipped between her slim thighs, and he felt the soft moistness of her pussy. He started to shift his grasp, and she almost squirmed free. When he had her under control again, he found his finger was wrapped in hot, warm flesh.

In an effort to distract himself from that problem, and the aching hard-on that was grinding into her gut, he spanked her again. Both her tail cheeks were bright pink. She wriggled, actually lifted her bottom as if eager for the next blow. Then she began writhing against his cock. He didn't see how she could possibly not know it was there.

Her head and arms were hanging down over the left side of his lap. She was clutching at his thigh to keep from falling off. Suddenly the way her arms embraced his thigh felt different, and her fingers were sliding up the inside of it, toward his groin. He couldn't believe she knew what she was doing. She tickled his testicles, He started to tell her to stop it, but the stinging flow from his prick tip drowned the words in his throat. His finger nestled deeper into her pussy, into her warm, slippery folds. Then she was humping against his finger!

"You've got to remember," he said feebly, “who is the boss around here.”

"Yes, Daddy," she answered breathily, and slid her fingers deftly around his balls.

His blows were losing their sting, becoming caresses really. He had a desperate urge to bend forward and kiss her lovely abused globes. His grip on her thighs loosened. She slipped around on his lap, slid down off his knees. Her T-shirt rode up, bared her just-maturing tits.

"God! No!" he protested as she fingered his cock through his trousers. He tried to push her hands away, but she fought through his guard and ran his zipper down. His phallus had already slithered through the fly of his underpants. Now it thrust into her dainty little fingers.

"God, no," he moaned as she licked her lips in a way that left no doubt as to what she was about to do.

"Noooo," he groaned as her mouth embraced his throbbing penis. A swamp of cum formed in his groin as he watched her lips encircle his prick. He clutched her head, so he could push her away. Instead, he found himself guiding her face down farther on his dong. She was holding the shaft in the fingers of both hands as she sucked it, as her tongue played a maddening tune on the underside of his skin-flute.

"God, no," he repeated mindlessly as she rose on her knees so she could get a better angle on his phallus. She glutted her mouth with his searing dork, sucked out his pre-cum with tongue and lips as her teeth knocked the tender flesh of the shaft. Her nose flared as she inhaled. The head of his cock nudged the back of her mouth.

She drew up, left his dick shining with spit. Holding it delicately, she licked it. Her tongue stroking it felt like a velvet blanket. It whipped the cum in his groin to a froth. She went after his cock like it was a popsicle or a sucker of some kind. Her tongue curled sinuously around his meaty shaft as he stroked her short, tousled blonde hair.

Her eyes closed as she bathed his dong with her mouth. There was no triumph in her actions, no superiority at how she had defused his discipline. Instead, there was love and devotion.

She engulfed his dong again, sliding it to the back of her mouth along the velvet channel of her tongue. Her little tits were jutting points of arousal on the shy hills of her breasts. Down between her thighs he could see her pussy-bulging full lips with just a few fine golden strands of hair.

Still keeping his cock in her mouth, she scrambled to her feet. Turning almost upside down, she leaned over him. She eased her face down on his phallus, and he watched in amazement as more and more of his tower vanished into her mouth. He felt her throat open, felt the head of his dork jam her glottis as she swallowed skillfully.

She was fifteen, and she was taking cock down her throat like an old pro. His gut began seeping as he watched his phallus vanish into her mouth. He wondered how her face could keep the youthful expression of innocence while taking his entire prick.

She began to fuck her face on his phallus, began easing up and down. Her nostrils flared as she breathed. He felt her steamy breath puff against his prick on every other stroke as she exhaled. She slid her fingers under his nuts, lifting them as if weighing the amount of sperm available.

"Awww, Jesus,” Mike groaned, trying desperately to summon the strength to push her away from him.

Then he thought how rude such a rejection would be, how it would hurt her feelings, and the push became a caress.

His hips were jumping and squirming as the semen in his belly grew more and more impatient. He had no doubts that she had sucked cock before, but he wondered if she had ever had someone unload in her mouth.

She gave him no choice in that matter, and continued to rape her face with his dork. Her tongue was rubbing his prick to flames as she jammed the head into her throat. Her fingers slithered farther behind his nuts, scratched at the lump behind his balls' sack. Then she touched his asshole, and the fire was too much. It was like the explosion of an oil refinery. The flames leaped from ass to balls to prostate to cock, and a ball of cum ripped the length of his tower and spurted into her mouth just as she pulled up to inhale. The thick wad smeared over her tongue as she lowered her head and jammed his jetting dick down her gullet He felt her glottis spasming around the head of his pulsating, erupting wand as gob after thick gob of jizm spurted into her throat.

Her nose was buried in his bush, and her finger was twisting into his bung like a red-hot worm. Totally un-fazed, she drilled into his shitty depths, and pushed against his prostate which was pumping and pumping, its load down her throat.

She pulled up while his cock was still spurting and sucked in a lung-full of cum-tainted air. Her tongue was covered with jizm. One thick pearly drop escaped her lips and ran slowly down his throbbing phallus, into his bush. His cock gave a few final eruptive twitches into her mouth, then began to lose strength and fade.

With a groan of exhaustion, he released her head, and slumped back on the bed. She sank to her knees between his feet, and he thought she was going to spit his withering dick out. Instead, she sucked and drew on it until the last traces of semen were drawn from his tubes. Then, at last, she released his numbed organ and rested her cheek against his knee and looked up at him adoringly. His cum covered her chin and lips.

"My bottom hurts," she complained.

Now how in the hell was he supposed to respond to that? He felt like his whole insides had been turned to pudding. He watched stupidly as she straightened up and stripped off the T-shirt that was hiding nothing.

"You'll have to put some cream on it in a few minutes," she told him.

"Spankings are supposed to hurt," he rumbled, wishing he could think of something else to say. But what do you say to a teenage daughter you're supposed to be disciplining, when she's just sucked your cock?

"Don't worry, it did.”

“Did it make an impression on you?”

“Wait'll you see. Feels like I'm on fire back there.”

"I mean, are you going to start pulling your weight around here?" he asked.

"Maybe.”

"What do you mean, "Maybe?”

"I react better to rewards than punishment," she informed him saucily. "You've been ignoring me, Daddy. It's hard being the youngest in the family.”

Mike realized with a jolt that she was right. After what had happened with Micaela and Gabby, he had been giving them a lot more attention than he had Patty. "I'm sorry, Honey," he apologized. "I didn't realize I was doing it.”

"I'm sorry I've been such a pill lately," she said. “I’ll try to do better, if you'll try to do better.”

“I promise," he assured her.

"Starting now?" she asked.

"Of course.”

"Will you rub some cream on my bottom?”

“I'm not sure that's a good idea," he stammered, flushing at the thought of getting his hands on her tail again. He was afraid of what might happen. "You promised!”

"I promised," he agreed with a sigh, out-maneuvered again. "What should I use?”

"There's some suntan stuff in the bathroom," she said, getting to her feet. "I feel funny.”

He refrained from saying that she should. "Why?" he asked instead.

"Because I'm naked and you're not.”

"So, get some clothes on.”

"That would hurt my bottom.”

He grunted. "You want me to get naked, too?”

"Why not? Your cock's hanging out like an elephant's trunk.”

"That's crude," he told her.

"Well, I am not going to put any clothes on.”

"You're a cock-tease. Someday it's going to get you in very serious trouble," he warned.

"Get naked and get the cream, Daddy. You promised. I'm doing my part," Patty said, beginning to straighten her tangled bed clothes.

Defeated and grumbling, wondering how the hell he had managed to get himself into this mess, Mike headed for the bathroom. He saw her flushed ass cheeks as she bent over the bed.

He came back wearing a robe. His pants had been stained with cum and spit. He was carrying a tube of suntan oil.

"That's cheating," Patty argued, untying his belt before he could stop her. He couldn't take his eyes off her slender nakedness. Her hairless pussy intrigued him.

"No," he protested as his cock began to burgeon upward again.

"Oh, come on, Daddy. Lots of people are nudists. I've seen boys naked, and you've seen girls naked, so what's the big deal?”

Before he could think up a reason, it was too late, she had wrestled him out of his robe. Turning away from his jutting horniness as if it didn't exist, she lay down on her belly on the bed.

"Come on, Daddy," she urged. "It hurts like hell."

With a sigh of resignation, his phallus tugging heavily at his groin, he sat down beside her on the bed and uncapped the tube. He had to twist sideways to dribble a little on her flushed butt.

"Why don't you straddle my legs? It'd be easier.” Nodding stupidly, he moved over her and clutched her slender smooth calves between his muscular, black-furred ones. His hands touched the soft mounds of her tail. Her flesh seemed to burn his palms. The oil made his fingers slither over the yielding globes. As he rubbed it in, she squirmed happily, and raised her tail a fraction.

"Mmmmm, yum that feels good," she purred as he added more oil and massaged it in. His cock was as hard and achy as ever. It was dangling and swaying over her golden thighs. A glittering driblet of juice swayed from the tip, formed a shining strand, and touched her thigh.

"Remember how you used to kiss my ‘ows’ when I was a baby?" Patty asked softly.

"Yeah," he answered, the word choking in his throat.

"I've got a terrible ‘ow’ back there, Daddy," she purred. "I really think you owe it a kiss.”

He wanted to resist, wanted to reject the idea, but his own aching horiness wouldn't let him. His insides were being tied in knots as he stroked and fondled his daughter's tail. His thumbs slipped into the dark crack, parting the cheeks enough to reveal the dusky pucker of her asshole. His cock ached at the sight and a throbbing ocean of cum formed in his guts.

Leaning forward, he planted a kiss on one soft ass cheek. Then he eased across, and planted a second on the other one. His tongue flicked out, tasted her silky flesh. His cum pond was developing storm waves of hurricane velocity as his insides tightened into a hard knot.

Patty lifted her butt, invited more attention. He cooperated. While his cock dripped lust on her thighs, he licked along the sweaty crack of her tail. He stroked and soothed her ass cheeks, parted them, let his tongue stroke the valley of her bottom with long loving swipes.

His tongue touched her bung. He wiggled the tip and felt her ring of muscle flex and relax in response. Wondering what madness was driving him onwards, he twisted his tongue into the tight pucker, felt the rubbery muscle yield to admit him. Driving his face into his youngest daughter's tail, he wormed his tongue up her dirt road. She whimpered her ecstasy into her pillow.

His cock dripped another thick blob of hot juice onto the back of her thigh.

"Oil it, Daddy,” Patty whispered hornily. "Oil my asshole.”

"God!" he croaked.

"Oil my bum, and oil your cock, and bugger me," she added in a voice so hoarse and hot it scorched his brain into uselessness.

He smeared her crack with oil, watched his finger slide into her dark depths. Her tight muscle ring clutched at him. She moaned, deep in her throat, when he twisted his oily finger in her asshole before withdrawing it.

The thick suntan oil melted from the heat as he smeared it over his heavy, hard shaft. His balls were cramped up hard against his groin as he aimed his shaft at her tender winkie.

"Ah," she grunted at the first touch. "Slowly, Daddy. Slowly.”

He tried to do it slowly. It took incredible self-control. It would have taken inhuman self-control not to do it at all. He couldn't believe that her little puckery bung could take his pecker. The head of his dong, purple and swollen with lust, dwarfed her puckery dimple. He pushed and saw and felt the head of his cock squash against her rear gate.

Her tail hole yielded, opened a tiny bit, and he felt the very tip of his dick penetrate. He leaned into his thrust, and watched as the arrowhead of his glans drove its way into her tight shitter. It winked and flared as she fought to relax it. Her fingers were moving in her pussy, making a wet, sticky squishy sound. He gripped her hips, bracing her with his hands.

His cock eased into her on a cushion of suntan oil. He felt more and more of the head wedge into her, driving and stretching her sphincter open.

There was a sucking feeling, and suddenly the ring of muscle was seated in the groove behind his cock-head. The nerve patch on the underside of his dork was ablaze from the pressure and friction.

"Sooo big," Patty whimpered. "How much do I have?”

"The head," he managed to grunt. "Maybe an inch or so.”

"I want it all," she growled in a voice straight out of hell. "I want it all!”

He leaned against her and watched the skin of his shaft wrinkle from the friction. The piston of his dork slid slowly through her shit gate, ground and drove its way into her depths.

"How much?" she asked. "Keep telling me how much.”

"A third of it," he granted. "Now half.”

"Ooohhhh, all the way," she moaned. "Its soo good, soo good.”

He was afraid he was going to hurt her, but he couldn't stop himself. As his cock slid slowly and smoothly into her greasy depths he kept up a running account of how much had gone in.

Then he was full-depth into her, and his balls bumped her cunny. He froze. His cock gave a few ominous pulsations, then calmed again. He was right on the verge of an eruption.

"Awww, feels like I got a telephone pole up my butt," Patty groaned.

Mike leaned forward over her, and clutched her minimal breasts as he nestled his hips against her soft, warm tail.

"Bugger me, Daddy, bugger me until you cum.”

He had to, he really, really had to. He drew his dork out of her bum, and buggered it back in. He felt all his senses flare white-hot from the incredible friction. It was hotter and tighter and drier than any cunt. Which made his cock burn hotter, the cum pool in his groin swell and grow faster.

Still clawing at her breasts with one hand, he reached down between their legs and dug his fingers into her flooding pussy beside hers. He drew his cock out and jammed it back in. He felt her gut convulse in reaction.

"Hurts," she choked out. "Burns like fire. Do it, Daddy, put the fire out with your cum. Hurry!”

He hurried. His cock gave a surge and a blast that practically rocked him back on his heels. His phallus felt like it was going to burst as it pumped wave after wave against the unusual back pressure of her butt. He felt his prick spasming and his whole groin wound into a tight coil of ecstasy. The pleasure bordering on agony, he enemaed her innards with jizm.

Patty growled like an animal and her cunt drenched his fingers as she took the searing hosing of her bowels. She was cuming like a volcano from his eruption in her tail. He leaned over her wearily as his guts wrung themselves dry. A tight, hard cramp, like a kick in the groin, doubled him over.

His cock held its stiffness for a long time, then faded abruptly as her rectum fought to shit it out. Driven from her by her reflexes, it squirmed out her gate and slithered up her crack. It left a trail of cum and shit from her butt. The smell of crap and semen was thick enough to cut.

With a soft sigh, trapping his hands under her at breast and cunt, Patty slid forward on her belly. They lay there in a panting, sweaty, smelly heap for a long time. Then, wearily, they dragged themselves to the bathroom, and stepped into the shower together.

Patty gently bathed his dick. It throbbed eagerly and tried to harden. After she got it clean, she gave it a brief, tender once-over with her mouth.

After he washed her ass, they dried off and she led the way back to her room. While he watched, she straightened up the mess. Both of them were unconcernedly and unerotically nude.

"Incidentally, Daddy, I'm a virgin," Patty said as she tugged the bedcovers tight.

"Glad to hear it. But you'd better get on the pill soon anyway. And wear a bra from now on, or you're likely to get raped.”

"Oh, I know how to deal with boys," she assured him.

"Boys probably you do," he agreed. "But men are bigger and stronger, and a hell of a lot more dangerous. You don't need to show everything you've got to attract boys anyway.”

"Oh, Daddy," Patty whined.

"Remember our deal?" he cautioned. "Who's the boss around here?”

"You are," she said meekly.

"Good girl. Now get some clothes on and get out of here. I'd like to finish the Sunday paper the same day I get it.”

She dressed while he watched. He loved the sight of her slender young body being hidden from view like a precious treasure. Then she was a whirlwind of motion. She gave him a kiss and vanished out the front door.

It was, he mused, a hell of a lot easier the third time. He wondered where he could go from there. He only had three daughters.