Mirror Image Ch. 02

Date: 20.07.2007

Keywords: Mirror, Ch., Image, 02,

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The lower half of my body rubbed against the beach. Was this the origin of the phrase "pounding sand?" I licked and slurped and drove my mouth deeper onto her pussy. She pushed my head tight, preventing retreat. I was smothering in pussy, hot pussy, riding her wild movements like a cowboy in the saddle. So why didn't her father climb into the saddle with her, and give her a good fucking? Was it my quick negative reply to his question? Did I cause this girl's plan to bed her father to fail? Certainly I was complicit, if not guilty.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I want Daddy to fuck me!" Erica growled a song of animal lust. "Uugggh. Ugghhhh." She collapsed, chest rising and falling. For the moment, she was satisfied. Her father would be a lucky guy to fuck her to orgasm.

I sat back, waiting for Erica to return to the world of the coherent. She raised up on her elbows, tits sagging to the sides. "I have to find a way to get Daddy to fuck me."

"Do I have to do anything, like shoot him up with some drug or tie him up blindfolded?"

Erica laughed. "No, silly. Just lend moral support."

For an immoral act of incest? Sure thing! We packed up and piled back into the car.

"Just curious," Said Erica. "Would you like to do it with me? I mean, have sex?"

"Sure I would. But I have a rule."

"But you've made love to other girls, besides your wife, right? I mean, with a dick like that, you probably have to beat them off."

Some of them had beaten me off. Even Erica had.

"What if Daddy and Harriett both agreed to let you do me?" she asked.

"Are you kidding? There's no way they'd ever give their permission."

"But if they did?" asked Erica. "Would you fuck me if they said yes?"

"Sure." Why not agree? "But only with their approval." Which will never happen.

Why did she ask? I mean, she was plotting to get her dad in the sack, not me. Was I her backup? Certainly her father would fuck her before allowing me to do the dirty deed. And Harriett? Give me a break. She'd rather cut my dick off than have me use it with anyone, let alone her boss's daughter. Ridiculous concept! Erica was sneaky, but that result was way out of her league.

When we entered the lobby, a nice looking young man at the end of the registration counter raised one hand. Erica returned the gesture.

"That's a nice looking young man. How about making love with him?" I asked.

"Rene? He's the evening services manager. We had a long talk at breakfast yesterday. He's gay. By the way, he thinks you're cute."

I glanced back. Rene waved and winked. Oops.

The elevator dinged and its doors opened. Erica touched my arm. "I have something to do. I figured out a way where Daddy has to fuck me." I got a peck on the cheek, totally unexpected.

* * *

Upstairs, Ed and Harriett sat on opposite ends of the couch. Empty booze bottles littered the end table next to him. Harriett left the room almost immediately without a word.

"Where's Erica?" asked Ed.

"She had an errand. She'll be up soon," I said.

"I've got reservations at a five-star -" Ed stopped when Erica walked in. Her face was flushed.

"Daddy, I think I'm sick."

As she went weak in the knees, he put his arm around her. She grabbed him in a bear hug. "Daddy, don't let go. Please."

She wasn't just hugging; she was rubbing her body against him, up and down. A nice sex simulation, with their clothes on.

"Splash some cold water on your face. I'm sure you just got too much sun." He had to peel her off and turn her around. I got a surreptitious wink as she ran for her bedroom. Harriett came in from the kitchette, munching an apple. "Fruit is a good appetite suppressant," she mumbled.

Moans and groans came from the women's bedroom. We all ran to the door, but Ed got there first. Erica was under the sheet, writhing side to side. Her t-shirt and shorts were on the floor. Her knees, spread, elevated the sheet.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, Daddy, I can't help it. I'm all hot, and I itch."

Ed turned to me. "What happened at the beach today?"

"Nothing," I said. I just ate your daughter to orgasm, because she was so horny after you wouldn't fuck her. "We just laid out and got some sun."

He sat next to his daughter. Her knee kept thumping his arm.

"Make it go away," she cried. "Make it stop." Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm calling the house physician." Ed dialed the number with no hesitation, which meant he memorized it, or it was displayed on the plastic card adorning the phone keypad. "Could a doctor come up right away? My daughter is, well, she's not feeling well."

We stood and watched Erica thrash under the sheet, which was now slipping down. Erica didn't seem to notice, but Ed kept pulling it back up.

There was a knock, and Harriett ran to answer. In walked Rene. Aha, here comes the ruse! Guy even had a black bag. "What seems to be the problem?" he asked.

Erica came out of her mindless babble. "Doctor! Oh, please. I'm hot and I itch. I can't stand it! Make it go away. Pleeeeze!'

Erica sounded like Annie when she wanted something real bad.

"Let me take a look." Rene pulled down the sheet Ed had tried so hard to keep in place. Erica's breasts were bare, sagging to the sides. Her hand had a firm grip on her thighs, as she bucked her hips, bikini bottoms on.

"Harvey, look away!" commanded Harriett. Yet, she hadn't turned, staring at the plump young woman, so I didn't turn away either.

Rene put on latex gloves and slid Erica's panties down. Erica thrust one, perhaps two, fingers into her pussy, poking and out at a furious pace. Without sufficient lubrication, she'd be irritating the hell out of herself. And, raw pussy is no fun. At least, from the female's perspective. Rene pulled Erica's hand from her privates. Her cunt lips were bright red, and not just from finger frigging.

"Don't touch yourself down there. It will only make things worse." Rene ran a swab through her cunt lips and held it up, coated with juices he'd taken from Erica's leaking pussy. "I can send this to a lab, but I know what your daughter has. I've seen the symptoms before. Furor Uterinus."

"What's that?" asked Ed.

"Uncontrolled libidinous feelings, manifesting themselves physiologically. Classic case. High temperature, inflamed genitalia, itching."

We all looked at each other. I struggled to turn my withheld smile into a shocked expression. Erica's act was an award winner. If I didn't know better, I'd have believed her display of physical distress.

"What causes such a thing?" asked Ed.

Harriett stood frozen. At least she wasn't throwing her hands over my eyes.

"It is a psychosexual disorder, which must be treated as such," said the phony doctor.

"How?" Ed asked.

"Eventually, therapy. But now, she must have a significant orgasm, like the kind achieved through sexual intercourse."

Ah-ha! Erica must have persuaded Rene to intercept the phone call to the house physician and deliver this news to her father. Brilliant! Now Ed would have to do the deed.

"You must be joking!" Ed paced back and forth, pulling at his shirt collar. The sweat on his forehead rippled down his face.

"I am not. There is considerable physical and emotional stress overwhelming her young body. An orgasm will dissipate both. Failure to achieve orgasm will cause physical damage leading to complete exhaustion, driving her into a mindless stupor, perhaps a coma."

Boy, this Rene was good!

"So go ahead. Give her an orgasm," said Ed.

Oh, like it was so simple. Guys with four-inch dicks should know better.

"Now it is you who are joking." Rene shook his head, plucked off his gloves and packed up. "I'm sorry, but you ask the impossible. I could lose my license, even go to jail. No, you must deal with this yourself."

This was Erica's plan all along, to have her father fuck her. Rene's suggestion made the issue immediate. All Harriett and I had to do was leave and let nature take its course. I took a step towards the door. Harriett didn't stop me.

"Do you have one of those vibrators?" Ed asked Harriett.

Her hand whipped across his face." How dare you?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

"An artificial device probably will not work, just as her own self-stimulation will not be effective." Rene packed up and walked to the door. "If she passes out, act quickly or call 911. The paramedics can try to prevent brain damage if it goes on too long."

"Brain damage?" Ed cried. He buried his face in his hands.

Rene had laid it on thick. Now, would Ed lay Erica, like she wanted?

Ed stood, head slumped forward. "I can't."

He headed out of the room, but Harriett grabbed his shoulder. "You can't let this get any worse. Do something." Erica's thrashing was reduced. "She's getting tired."

Ed sighed. "Good, then she'll fall asleep -"

"And slip into a coma. Didn't you hear what the doctor said?" Harriett shook Ed, but he was unresponsive. Erica's plan was failing, and she was tiring from all of the hip thrusts and simulated convulsions.

Erica moaned "Daddy."

"I can't have sex with my daughter."

"Well, someone has to," said Harriett.

Ed's eyes were on me immediately after the words had escaped Harriett's mouth. She turned and looked.

"What?" I asked. I knew, but I was not going to go easily.

"Harvey, would you please have sex with Erica?" asked Ed.

"The hell he will," Harriett interjected.

"So, Miss Uppity. It's okay for me to commit incest, but not okay for your husband to save my daughter's life? How can you be so hypocritical?" Ed took out his wallet and fumbled for something. "Here, I kept this handy, just in case. Never had the opportunity."

It was an old, metal foil wrapped condom. I glanced at the expiration date. Over a year past. The thing would probably rip to shreds with the first friction. Then I noticed it was a SMALL. Hell, wouldn't even fit.
I kissed her back and then I returned to the apartment. I picked up a book and started to read it but my mind kept drifting. I wondered what Janice was like today. Was she still hot looking? Was she still bi-sexual? Would Monica and Janice get it on again? My mind kept wondering and I kept imagining all sorts of scenarios.