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CHAPTER FIVE

Idrine loved the park. She loved the smells of the fresh spring grass and the new flowers. The park was larger now, than when her mother had been seduced in it.

Two more blocks of houses had been torn down so the park could be enlarged, and in the heart of the park was a small amusement center. There was the usual carousel for the kiddies, and some slides, swings, and even a small whip. But what Idrine liked most of all was the shooting gallery. All the rifles had chains on them to prevent anyone from accidentally pointing them outside the gallery. There were twenty-two caliber rifles used for the most part, though there were also one or two air rifles. The air rifles fired BBs, but because of the pressure built up in them, they each had a slight kick.

Idrine had always wanted to fire one of the rifles, but her mother had forbidden it. She stood staring at the shooting gallery – at the moving ducks, the flickering candles, the swinging pendulum, and the multitude of targets that merely sat there, unmoving.

"Like to try shooting a rifle?" a voice asked.

Turning, Idrine saw Larry Hunter, standing next to her. Her hand had tightened on the red riding crop she'd held when he had first spoken, recognizing him, she relaxed her grip. She had no idea Larry was her father, though he was well aware she was his daughter. And perhaps it was this incestuous flame in him that made him feel more attracted to her than ever. He still loved her mother, and would have given half his fortune to marry the woman, but Renee still continued to refuse him. Yet he felt an equally strong lust for his daughter.

The girl looked a lot like her mother in many ways, though Idrine's skin was much lighter than Renee's. Renee continued tanning herself every spring, summer, and fall, which explained why she was always dark. Idrine didn't share her mother's passion for the sun, and as a result had flesh as white and clear as her grandmother's.

"Boy I sure would like to try a rifle," Idrine told the thirty-five-year-old man. "But my mother says I should keep away from guns."

"For the most part your mother is right," Larry told her. "But a little target practice with an air rifle shouldn't corrupt you too much."

The same hot blood that coursed through Harriet and Renee Pembroke circulated through Idrine's blood vessels. Though she was almost as naive about sex as her mother and grandmother had been at her age. She found herself strongly attracted to this man who would occasionally come up to the apartment she shared with her mother and give her mother money. Idrine knew her mother wasn't being paid for doing the same things her grandmother did with men – whatever that was – because Renee refused to allow herself to be alone with Larry Hunter. Renee was still strongly attracted to the man, and she knew she would succumb to his desire for her if Idrine weren't in the room, simply because she had a strong desire for him. Idrine had no idea why this man brought money to her mother, but she was glad he did, because each time he did so, it meant a new coat, a new dress, or new shoes for herself.

"Come on," Hunter told her, "I'll let you take some shots with one of the air rifles."

"Gee, I don't know…"

"Hey," he laughed nervously, feeling the heat building higher in his body. "It's all right. I own the shooting gallery. It's one of my many investments. It's all free. Come on."

Idrine shrugged. Why not! It would only take a few minutes away from the time she needed to get to her grandmother's house. She walked up to the counter of the gallery. On the other side a balding man Larry Hunter addressed as Phil loaded up an air rifle for the girl, pumping it up and handed the rifle to Idrine.

Larry stood directly behind his daughter, pressing his body against hers, helping her to hold the rifle, feeling the smooth curve of her buttocks fit against his thighs. He trembled, and so did Idrine. She could feel her natural father's hard penis rubbing against her through the layers of clothing they wore.

"Now," Hunter told her, "you just pick out a target, then look through the sights at the top of the barrel. Line the sight up with the target, then squeeze the trigger slowly…"

Idrine felt more and more excited with the pressure of her father's penis pressing solidly against her rectal cheeks. She found it difficult to concentrate, and though she had the rifle sights on target, she was completely unprepared for the kick when she squeezed the trigger. It sent her back into her father, and she could feel the shuddering cock rub even harder against her asscheeks.

"Relax," Larry Hunter said to her, "it's all right. The rifle kicked a little, that's all. Don't be so shaken up."

He guided her to the rear of the shooting gallery where there was a small door. He opened the door and led her inside. A small cot lay against one wall of a small, bare room. There was a sink built into another wall, and one lone wooden chair.

Hunter locked the door, while with his other hand he held Idrine close to him. She was leaning with her back against his front. Unlike her mother and grandmother, she did discuss sex to some extent with the girls in her class, and it dawned on her just what it was she was feeling.

The knowledge that a man's cock was pressing against her made her tremble even more. She put the package and riding crop she had brought with her down on the nearby chair, but still shivered.

Idrine's breath came in short spasms as she trembled in the man's encircling arms. She could feel the roughness of his slacks and the same roughness of his jacket as it rubbed against her blouse. Her soft flesh, where the rifle had pressed into her shoulder enjoyed the touch of his kneading fingers.

Larry's hand was slowly enlarging the circles until she felt his fingers touch the slowly rising slope of her tiny, lemon-sized breast. She shuddered violently as his fingers teased her flesh under her blouse, and then she gasped, almost as if in pain, slamming her deeply furrowed asscheeks back as hard as she could against the man's thick penis.

She felt him yield to a sudden irresistible urge as his hand moved further down, rubbing the tiny nubbin protruding from the small swell of her young tit. His hand closed around the firm, supple flesh.

Idrine gasped, feeling his fingers softly knead her nipple. He made indentations into the flesh under her blouse, and she could feel the heat of his hand through the material. His palm slowly ran up and down against the nipple.

When he gripped her nipple between a thumb and forefinger, the girl gasped again.

She should have taken his hand away. She knew that. But the young girl was enjoying it all so much, all she did was sigh and moan, rubbing her full, resilient buttocks back against the throbbing prick in harder, smaller circles, feeling the cloth of his trousers annoyingly block her from feeling the full thickness and solidity of his hard cock. Yes, she knew it was a cock. All the girls in school called it that, among other things.

Why she did it, the young girl would never know, but suddenly she was reaching back with her right hand, sliding it between their tightly pressed bodies, running her fingers appreciatively up and down the full, solid length of the man's stiff cock, feeling the rigid throbbing under her fingers.

"Oooooo!" she gasped, softly. "It feels so… hard."

Hunter felt perspiration forming on his body as charges of electricity shot through him. He reached across her body to her other breast, pressing his forearm against the one he had just titillated. Idrine felt his manly fingers digging into her flesh, tweaking and pulling the tan, tiny nipple time and time again through the soft material of her blouse. He spread his thighs a little, making it easier for her hand to stroke the length of his solid phallus.

She felt his pants getting wet at the tip of his cock, and knew some kind of fluid was seeping from its tip. Though far from worldly wise in the ways of sex, she was smart enough to know he wasn't wetting in his pants. She surprised both Larry Hunter and herself by letting her hand dip lower so she could cup his testicles, feeling the heavy pulsations of the balls right through his pants.

Her fingers clamped themselves tightly around his doughy sac, and she could hear the man's teeth clash together in a soft grunt.

Passion shot through her young body. It was a feeling she had never known before, and not knowing what it was made her uncomfortable feeling it. Her hand remained firmly clutching his balls, feeling the passionate shuddering of the man, and knew Larry Hunter was experiencing the same sensations as herself. She felt his hand leave her breast, and then both his hands were gripping her shoulders and slowly forcing her to turn around. As she did so, she reluctantly released his balls.

Idrine turned toward Larry. She was afraid to look at him, but her full, heart shaped lips were slightly parted as her face was tilted up. Her pink tongue came out and flicked across her lips, licking them.

She was startled when Larry pressed his open mouth down over hers. No one had ever kissed her this way before, even though she had seen it on TV many times.

The wild, sensuous touch of his tongue against hers made her shudder. Her own tongue whipped into his, and she could feel the pointed tips of her small breasts boring through her blouse into his shirt front as he slipped his jacket off and let it fall to the floor.

Inflaming heat coursed through her nipples as the young girl writhed and twisted arousingly against her father. She was short, so she raised herself onto her toes as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body all the more firmly against his. Idrine tingled as she felt Larry move his hands over the fleshy indentations of her waist, then down to fill his palms with the round, soft flesh of her buttocks.

The girl pressed her raised, undulating pelvis against him all the harder, and all Hunter could think of was, first the grandmother, then the mother, now the daughter: his daughter.

And for some reason the fact that she was his daughter made her that much more arousing. And now that she was standing on tip-toe, he could feel the softly quivering of her soft cunt press against the lust-swollen tip of his hard cock. She automatically rotated her body so the juncture between her thighs could massage his phallic extension through his pants, making the circle of wetness being emitted from his cock become even larger. Hunter moaned into his daughter's moist, hot mouth, and the young girl felt him drive his hard rod repeatedly against the hidden softness of her covered vaginal opening.

The powerful thrusts of man's body against hers all but lifted the young girl off the ground, each time. She felt his hand move down and slide between the jiggling cheeks of her ass, running between the crevice formed by those cheeks. Only the taut covering of her skirt prevented him from pressing in too deeply. Idrine felt his digit move lower and slide under her skirt, pressing against her panties, only now the finger was moving even lower. The young girl realized Larry Hunter wasn't the only one with a wet spot on his clothing.

The wetness was draining from between her own, full-fleshed girlish thighs. And as his finger pressed into the wet crack, she felt more fluid seep out and start dripping down her inner thigh. Idrine clamped her thighs closed, crushing Larry's fingers between her loins, grinding her pussy against his probing manual digit, making hot, hungry little mewling sounds into his mouth as she continued kissing him.

Abruptly, her tongue eased itself out of his mouth and she pulled back, struggling. Larry Hunter thought the girl was trying to free herself from his grasp, and he clutched the young body to his all the more tightly. Her hands, which had been wrapped around his neck, where she had been running her fingers through his hair, began teasing the back of his neck. Idrine was doing it all instinctively, never having done anything like this before.

Her fingertips touched his sensitive ears, and seeing the way the man was reacting, continued touching him there. Then she ran her fingertips lightly up and down his back, with just enough pressure for him to feel them through his shirt while the girl pushed her other hand forcefully between their bodies.

Her fingers once again surrounded the thick swell of Hunter's heavy cock. It felt as if it were petrified. Then, and only then, did Hunter relax his own embrace and release the girl.

"I have to go to my grandma's house," she whispered. "I don't have much time, right now."

"Okay, okay," he nodded. "I understand. Do one quick thing for me, now. We'll meet again another time, and we can take more time and do everything right. But for right now, take out my cock and lick it."

Idrine should have been aghast at his suggestion, but she wasn't. She knew if the man asked her to do this thing she couldn't be harmed by it. Besides, she had learned enough, talking with her girl friends in school, to know no pregnancy could result from something like this. Though she was still very young, she was considerably more knowledgeable than her mother believed.

She knew how babies were made, even if she had never seen the act performed. She also knew her mother was illegitimate, and so was she. The girl had no idea who her father was, nor did she particularly care. But she knew it was possible for the same fate that befell both, her grandmother and mother would befall her.

Idrine wondered if this was one of the things her grandmother, as a prostitute, did for men. It would have been so much easier if her mother had been willing to talk to her and explain things. But her mother always shied away from the subject, and because of her mother, her grandmother also shied away from it. Well, she was on her way to grandma's house, and when she arrived this was one of the things she would talk about with grandma.

With no urging from Larry Hunter, Idrine slipped to her knees, staring at the zipper in the front of his pants. Hunter stared down at her head and shuddered, wondering if the girl had a mouth as hot and delightful as her mother's had once been. Then he heard the metallic sound of his zipper going down as the young girl's fingers tugged on the tab.

Idrine stared at the open front of the man's pants, and she realized she was salivating. She was about to look at and handle a man's erect penis. This was going to be wonderful.

The thought built burning fires higher in her young body. She probed inside with an agile hand and pushed her fingers through the hole in his jockey shorts. Immediately, she felt the hot, sticky head of his cock fill her palm and she trembled with delight. This was going to be fun. Yes, yes, this was going to be fun. Her hands would feel the cock, her eyes would see it, her nose would smell it, and her mouth would taste it. She suddenly realized she wanted very much to taste it. Her fingers closed tightly around it and pulled, and it came popping out of his pants. Idrine stared at the angry red tip with its leaking lubrication.

Hunter could feel the cool air in the room wash over his heated cock, and he trembled, enjoying the fascinated way she gazed at the hugeness of his massive dork. He watched, completely fascinated, his knees trembling from the strength of his inner passion as the young girl's tongue hesitantly came out of her mouth and poised directly in front of his hard cock. He wanted to shove forward, but restrained himself. This was something she would have to do all by herself.

Idrine saw the little wet, sticky droplet starting to fall from the cock and moved forward, lowering her tongue and catching it. She scooped it into her mouth, ran it around on her tongue, and decided it didn't have any real taste. Yet the texture of it against her tongue and palate was very pleasing. And so she brought her pink tongue a little higher and began carefully, slowly licking the colorless ointment from the burgeoning tip, feeling the way the heated glans shuddered and expanded as her oral digit touched it.

"Ohhhhhh!" Hunter moaned, and she could feel his eyes staring down at her pretty face. She was poised directly before him, her hand clutching the hot, shuddering length of his throbbing prick, while her tongue was circling the plum-colored head again and again. She realized what wild chills she was sending through the man, and it sent spasms of aching need through her. If only she had more time.

Idrine felt Hunter's fingers grip her hair and tighten in them as he slowly pressed her moist, oval lips closer and closer to his painfully pulsating cock-head.

Finally, the warm roundness of her lips closed softly, gently, almost precariously over the wild, aching tip of the man's throbbing glans, and Idrine could hear the guttural sounds coming from his throat. The girl was aware it was what she was doing that was making him act this way, and she, like her grandmother, first came to realize the power she could exercise over any man by merely doing this.

The daughter was totally unprepared for the way Larry Hunter suddenly thrust his hard cock right to the back of her mouth, pressing his penile point against her throat. Yet she remained calm and unruffled, knowing if he tried hurting her by shoving the massive meat into her esophagus, she could always bite down. But once his rubbery point touched the entrance to her gullet, she felt it back away until she could taste his corona against her front teeth. Idrine felt him start to stroke his shuddering hog back and forth, honing his still-swelling cock to greater thickness.

The sight of his hardened shaft of flesh sunk deeply between the girl's softly ovalled lips increased the ardor in Larry Hunter. Lustful sensations spiraled up through his body like wisps of smoke as his eyes remained affixed to what her mouth was doing. Each time his cock stroked back, he could see the heavy shaft, wetly glistening with his daughter's saliva. It looked like a water-soaked log as it continued pistoning in and out of the girl's mouth.

Idrine reached into Hunter's fly and withdrew his testicles. She began to gently massage them, caressing and stroking the fires even higher inside him. Even as her fingers encircled the thick rod, she tugged back and forth on it, feeling the pulsing sensations in the tube on the underside. Her hand tugged rhythmically up and down, keeping time with the way her mouth stroked back and forth on the thick penis.

Hunter could feel the tickling softness of his daughter's tongue as it swirled around the tip each time her head pulled back. Though he knew this was the first time she did this for anyone, he could see she was as naturally proficient at it as her mother and grandmother. He went wild when the young girl pulled her lips from the puffy head of the glans and licked into the tiny slit, trying to dredge out more of the seeping oil that seemed to roll so nicely on her tongue.

Idrine's head bobbed obscenely back and forth, thrilled with the taste of the massive cock, enjoying the weightiness of it in her throat, pressing into her palate. She enjoyed slavering over the penis, and wondered how long she would have to do this. She was aware it would end abruptly, when the man's seed came shooting out of his cock. She wondered if she was expected to swallow the spurting fluid when it came.

Ramming her head forward, she felt her mouth completely filled with the loglike cock. Her tongue, lying against the underside, could feel the heavy twitches in the thick tube, beneath. She sucked a little harder, and like her grandmother, dug her teeth into the flesh, scraping it a little and forcing the blood away each time she pulled her head back, leaving temporary, white, bloodless lines in the wake of her sucking mouth.

Still on her knees, the girl reached up and undid his belt buckle. Then she tugged his pants and undershorts below his knees, taking her head from his cock for the moment. Then her mouth resumed its play on his skin flute.

"Play with my ass while you suck," she heard Hunter tell her. "I'll come faster."

Shrugging, the young girl, her mouth crammed full of hard cock, reached around with both hands and squeezed his flat, manly asscheeks. It didn't occur to her to touch his asshole, and had he suggested it at the moment, she not only would have been annoyed, but might have stopped sucking his cock. It never occurred to her there were other people like herself, who always washed their anuses after a thorough application of toilet paper.

Hunter gripped her hair a little tighter and shoved his throbbing penile point a little deeper. The girl continued her wild sucking, pulling with her lips and licking with her tongue, thrilling to the meaty flavor of his hard cock. She was able to relax her throat a little and take a bit more of his hard penis into her sucking mouth.

Hunter was afraid the girl might strangle, taking so much of his hard prick into her throat at once. Yet her tongue continued to swirl maddeningly around the thrusting penis, and her lips sucked noisily, letting him know how much she was enjoying herself.

She was totally oblivious to everything at this point other than the long, hot, pulsating rod of flesh pumping in and out of her mouth. With the right person this was definitely a lot of fun. Her mouth sucked all the more strongly, feeling hungry for the cockmeat.

Tremendous thrills were brewing in Hunter's aching balls, and he became even more excited when he saw the droplets of perspiration dotting Idrine's forehead. She was really working at what she was doing, enjoying every bit of it.

Idrine felt her bra-less breasts bouncing back and forth, up and down as her head bobbed, and her nipples pushed against her blouse, building more of the new, wicked thrills in her trembling body. Then the muscles in her father's stomach began tightening, and she knew she was reaching some kind of end to what she was doing. She would soon feel the storm of sperm rush into her mouth. The idea had never repulsed her, but now she was anxious.

Sucking harder, Idrine felt her natural father snap his hips back and forth with a wild cadence, ramming his excited thighs and pulsing loins even more solidly against her pretty face, now partly obscured by some strands of sweat-soaked hair that lay across her forehead. Her cheeks bloated on each inthrust, and hollowed every time he tugged his cock back. She felt him fucking harder and faster into her tender mouth, the moist, pink ridges of her lips clinging tightly to his pike each time the burgeoning shaft pulled back.

The girl listened to Larry Hunter groan and moan, and the sounds coming from his lips were an incoherent jumble to her young ears.

Idrine realized the moment was at hand as she heard the guttural rasping come from deep within his chest. Her tongue felt the shuddering twitches in the tube in the underside of his thrusting penis. She could taste the way it was making a mad rush up from his balls, and then the hot flow was spewing in thin, needlelike sprays into her mouth as she ravenously sucked. The girl's passion-bloated cheeks expanded and hollowed like the working mouth of a fish as she hungrily, greedily swallowed the spurting jets of semen shooting down her throat.

She sucked and pulled with her lips, tugging and slurping, drinking until she had totally exhausted the supply of sperm from Larry's throbbing staff.

It had been wonderful and exhilarating, but the girl felt funny sensations shooting through her. She knew there had to be some way to make herself feel better, but she didn't have time. She had to take the chicken to her grandmother's.