Camilla Ch. 068

In the dimly-lit living room, she was a complete blur to him. "Candice?" he asked in slurs. "Is that you?"

"Yes," she said, assuming Josiah wanted to fuck her friend now. She used Nigrovum to make her hair have the tiger-stripe look Candice had acquired over the past month. She also made him think she had Candice's face. She came down lower, her cunt a few millimetres away from her father's knob.

Candice was riding away on the priest's cock, loving the probing she was getting, and totally unaware that--had she known who she was fucking--she was doing something that would make her nauseated with shame.

Camilla was now also beginning to do an unwittingly shameful thing: her father's cock was touching her vaginal orifice. Then she came down a little more, feeding the organ that had given her life inside her by an inch. She started sighing as it went in a little further...sighing and sighing in ascending pitches. She could feel its width caressing her vaginal walls; when it had made contact with her G-spot, she screamed. It went in a few inches further: it was now more than half the way in. "Ah!" she screamed. If only she had known what she was doing!

She came down further, and he was now about six-sevenths inside his daughter. She kept squealing with delight. Finally, she rested her ass on his lap, and his cock was all the way in. Screaming in whistle register, she gushed all over his pants. Now riding on him, she kept squealing staccato notes bordering on the whistle register range.

She looked down on her unwitting lover, still thinking he was Josiah. She put her hands on the floor just above his shoulders, just as she had done when she was in the hotel with the priest. "Am I...Nut, Father?"

Did Candice just call me 'father'? Agape thought. Nah! It couldn't be. He kept fucking his daughter.

"Am...I Aphrodite, Father?" she sighed as she continued going up and down on Agape's cock. "I'm coming...down from...heaven. I'll be...your ally."

As she felt that sweetly forbidden cock pumping away inside her, she realized something. It didn't feel like Josiah's phallus: actually, it felt better! Much, much better! It felt absolutely amazing! It was a perfect fit! Everything felt so right! She looked down at her lover, trying to focus on who he was. She realized: it was her father.

Was she shocked? Was she horrified? No: peaking on the ketamine and the ecstasy, she felt as though a metallic shield, a psychic barrier, so to speak, was separating her, protecting her from her shame. The drugs were making her too stoned to care, or to feel guilt. Was the Nigrovum also protecting her from the guilt?

This was perfect: she could enjoy something she'd always wanted to enjoy, and not feel any fear about the consequences. Experiencing multiple orgasms in a continuous line, without interruption, she was truly ecstatic in a way she'd never felt before. This was so right! This was so beautiful!

As she went up and down on him, looking into his eyes, she sighed, "Oh, Daddy, I love you."

Did Candice just call me 'Daddy'? he thought.

"Oh, Zeus," she continued. "I'm...your daughter, Aphrodite. The daughter...of God. Oh! I...love you. I love...you so...much. How I...dote on...you."

A foolish, imbecilic, deranged kind of love.

"I wanna...be beautiful for...you, Daddy," she went on, always coming. "Ah! You made...me beautiful. You told...me I...was beautiful. Ah! You...are beautiful. You made...me feel beautiful. Oh! You made...me feel...loved. Ah! I wanna make...you feel...loved, better than...Carrie ever...could. Oh!" Since Agape had a case of retarded ejaculation, Camilla could enjoy riding on him for another ten minutes or so. His lap was drenched in her come, as was the living room carpet.

When she could feel him about to come, she got off, her pussy tickling as his phallus slid out, massaging her tingling vaginal walls. Then she put his cock in her salivating mouth. Moving her head up and down with a diligent speed, she pleasured her father as no dutiful daughter had ever done before. Finally, he came in her mouth, and she swallowed it all, not missing a single drop. She put his spent member back in his pants, zipped them up, and left him to rest.

"Thanks, Carrie," Agape said. "Or Candice...or whoever you...were."

Looking back at him with teary eyes and sighs, she said, "Anything for you, my love." She went upstairs to her room, her whole body vibrating with the incredible pleasure she'd just experienced. Still feeling the stupor the drugs were causing her, she felt shielded from shame. She lay on her bed, for an hour or so contemplating the delight she'd just had before falling asleep. (She'd used Nigrovum to counteract the amphetamine in the ecstasy so she could sleep.)

She forgot, however, to set those indispensable psychic barriers.

She began to dream.

She saw a face she never thought she'd see again. Her mother's. They were in Agape's living room.

"You degenerate little slut!" Collette shouted. "Look what you did! How could you, even you?"

"What?" Camilla asked. "With the priest? Father Josiah?"

"No! Worse than even that! With your own father!"

"No," Camilla said, looking down at the floor where Josiah lay. "It's the priest, Mommy."

"It's your dad!" Collette shouted, pointing down at the floor. "Look again!"

Camilla saw Agape lying there instead of the priest. "Wait," she said. "This is just a dream."

"Yeah, but it's also reality. Wake up, go downstairs and take a look, you dirty little bitch!" Collette said, then slapped her hard.

Camilla woke up with a start. She also felt a sharp sting on her cheek, where her mother had hit her in the dream. My mother's a ghost? she thought. Obviously, Troy had slept with her before they were killed.

She got out of bed, put on a dress, and went downstairs. When she looked in the living room, she saw her father lying asleep on the floor, covered in her come. She knew Candice never came like that: it could have only been Camilla's doing! Now she knew--her worst fear...and her wildest fantasy...had been realized.

"Candice?" she said in a tremulous voice. "Where are you?"

Camilla went into the study and saw Father Josiah lying asleep on the couch, his limp dick still exposed. Sleeping Candice lay naked on the floor. Camilla gently put his penis back in his pants and zipped them up; then she got Candice's dress out of the living room, brought it back into the study, and lay it on her friend's nude body.

Camilla went back upstairs into her bedroom, shaking always. She lay on her bed, rocking back and forth and fidgeting in absolute horror at what she'd done.

"I'm a pervert, a sick pervert," she whispered. "I'm worse than a pervert...I'm in love."