An Eye for an Eye-2

Part 3

As they drove away in the morning, he confirmed that he would keep his end of the bargain. He had never met or had anything as exciting as Nicole and he did not want to let it end.

"When will I see you again like last night?" he asked.

She weighed the question. Convinced that he would not renege on their deal she responded, "Never. Never again sir, " she whispered.

"You...Nikki, we've got to hon!" he said, his voice almost in a panic. "I...I...we...I never had anyone so good. We're good together...We've got to see each other again."

"No, " she said deliberately. "No more, Mr. Bea."

"But didn't you...Wasn't...Didn't you have a good time?"

She thought back a moment and then answered, "Yeah, I guess so, but no more. We can't do no more."

His stomach had dropped. He drove along with his mind racing. This kid was great. He had to have her again. As they approached the town, he was in a near panic. He was afraid that he would never get a chance to have her again.

"Please, " he whispered pleadingly to the girl. "Please Nik...you've got to..."

To which she replied, almost surly, "Why?"

Peter didn't really have an answer. Yet he had to pursue this, "I...I don't...Isn't...Can't I do something for you?"

Nicole was enjoying a sense of power over this honky. She didn't answer for at least a minute. The wait was antagonizing for him. Finally, she spoke in a near whisper, "How bad you wants me?" she asked.

"Nikki, at this point I think that I might even kill for you if you asked me, " he confided.

A smile crossed her lips. After a long moment she said softly, "We'll see if you means that."

Peter fell silent, not knowing what she meant but somehow sensing that she was truly considering what he had said. There was something about this kid that had just turned his whole life upside down. Indeed, if she told him that she wanted marriage he probably would have begun planning immediately on leaving Martha. He was somehow completely smitten by this child. She didn't say anything for about a half mile and then she finally said, "You can have me if..."

"If what?" he asked immediately; his excitement obvious.

She smiled to herself. She knew that he really had the 'hots' for her. "Maybe I should have said you can have me after..." she teased.

His exasperation showed. "After what? Nikki, for cristsakes..." he demanded.

Nicole took a deep breath and then watched his reaction as she said, "After you have Janice!"

He tensed and she saw him grip the steering wheel tightly. She could also see the confusion on his face, "What...what the...what does that mean?" he asked.

"Jes what it say, " she said determinedly.

The car was approaching the drop off point, "I really want you Nikki...big time. But that's not an option. I'm gonna have to pass. I...I don't know what you're thinking...where you got such an idea...If...Couldn't you come up with something else?"

She shook her head and then responded, "It's no big deal, y'know. That's how I got the idea. It was Janice herself. When I ast my dad why he did what he did, he tole me a lot about them two. One of the things he tole me was that Janice's greatest...what's that word, fantasy?. .. Well she tole dad that she always wanted you to rape her. She done tole him that she would never have ever taken up with him if you had done that to her."

Peter was in shock. He knew that what this child was telling him was what her father had told her, but he did not believe a word of the story. Janice had never given any indication that she had any inclination or had even known about sex until these last six months. Moreover, her obsession was obviously with Nicole's father. A few times Peter had happened upon his daughter when she was not fully dressed, and her total embarrassment was more than obvious. No, Peter thought, there was not any truth to the story.

He pulled the car up to the curb. They were in an unpopulated part of the town. No one was around.

"There's some things that I draw the line on, hon. I...don't...can't really believe all that. Even if Jan said that, I'm sure that there was no truth to the story. And, to be honest with you, even if the story was true I could never do something with my own daughter..."

"Well, I guess..." Nicole conceded. "But it would...could have been nice if you and I could have kep up, y'know? It would, could've made three of us happy. She really does want you, you wants me and I'ze...I wants you, " she whispered.

"But why...if you feel that way, why can't we just see each other again?" he asked.

She looked hard into his eyes, "Because that's the only way I knows you not jes jivin' me. You do that...I know you wants me."

She opened the door, getting ready to leave. Peter was feeling a sense of complete desperation. He sensed that there was nothing else that he could say.

"How would you know that I wasn't just lying to you if I tell you that I went to bed with Janice?" he asked.

Nicole was out of the car. She slammed the door and stuck her head back through the window. She smiled at him and whispered confidently, "I'd know!" Then she added, "Believe me, I'd know."

She turned and walked quickly down the street.

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The following day Peter got nothing done in work. He kept remembering the wonderful sex from the day before and Nicole's disturbing challenge. At first, he dismissed the thought of having sex with Janice out of hand. The idea of having sex with his own daughter was against everything that he believed...but so was having sex with a minor. So was having sex with a black. So was eating pussy. For Christ's sake, he even ate out the child's asshole. Needless to say, he had broken many taboos in just one day.

Peter had to admit that he did wonder how Janice enjoyed having sex when the story had come out about her and John. He had even pictured a big black cock inside of her, which was when he became totally enraged at Nicole's father.

Would sex with Janice be that awful? After all, she was growing up and starting to fill out. Goodness knows she had a beautiful face. In addition, the child was experienced, and from her own account, she did enjoy herself with Nicole's father. When she first told him what she and John had done, Janice confessed that she had actually liked having sex.

All it would take would be one time in bed with his daughter and then Nicole would be his for the asking. Moreover, Janice really deserved some punishment. She more or less hinted that she would continue to have sex with John if Nicole's dad was not in jail. Indeed, Peter had forced her into being silent as he pressed charges against the black man. If the truth were known, Janice had been pleading with her father on a daily basis to allow her to tell the truth to the police. Now, thanks to Nicole, Peter was going to let her go to the authorities and admit her complicity. However, Janice did not know this, not yet anyway.

Suppose he made a deal with her? As devious and despicable as the thought was to him, if he went through with it, it could possibly solve all of his problems. Only one drawback would be that he would have to fuck his daughter. Sitting in his office, he closed his eyes a couple of times during the day, picturing his little girl naked. By 3:30 in the afternoon, he found himself getting hard thinking about her.

By the time that he got home, Peter had made his decision.

Part 4

It was after 8 PM when the conversation again came around to the same subject. Peter's wife Martha was mostly quiet. She was allowing him to make any final decisions that related to this situation.

"It's not fair. He didn't rape me. You guys know that!" his daughter protested for the umpteenth time.

These nightly arguments usually got to this point and Janice would usually burst out in tears and run up to her room crying. This night was no exception. The only difference was that this time Peter went upstairs after her. He knocked on her bedroom door and walked in. Janice was lying on her stomach crying. Her body was hanging over the side of the bed. Peter could not help but look at her legs, almost as if the male side of his mind was already wondering what he might be seeing and touching. The young teen turned and sat up.

Her father explained once more how wrong it was for her and John to have carried on; however, on this night he changed his normal preaching to shift the conversation to a different direction.

"Jan you have to understand. It's not right, baby, for a young girl like you to have a black cock shoved into her cunt!"

His words had the effect that he had hoped. Her eyes widened in shock. She had never before heard her father speak like that.

"I mean...Well...I know you say you love him, even though he's 20 years older than you, but...well you tell me...just between us, I won't tell your mom...Did you actually like his cock in you?"

Janice had stopped crying by now, and she was sitting there speechless. How should she answer? At one time, she had told her father that she had enjoyed sex with John, but this was different. Her father was being downright mean. Was he going to drop another shoe?

She sensed that she better converse with him easily, "I...yeah dad I...I did!" she whispered.

"You...LIKE COCK?" he asked incredulously. Janice nodded. He waited and then said, "You didn't answer me. Tell me."

"Yeah, " she whispered.

"Yeah what?" he asked.

"I do like it, " she said, her voice barely audible.

"You like what?"

"What you said, " she responded softly, obvious uncomfortable with how her father was talking.

"Cock?" he asked.

She lowered her eyes and nodded.

"Tell me in English!" he demanded.

Janice looked up at him. She could not believe her father was making her say this. "I liked his...his cock, dad, " she said.

"I like cock!" he corrected her.

Janice looked puzzled. She realized that that was what her father wanted her to say but she did not know why. She saw that he was waiting and she felt a tinge of fright.

"I like cock, dad, " she responded.

"And if I were to let you go to the police and tell the truth...then he gets your cunt again, hah?"

Janice stiffened. For the first time since John was arrested she felt that there was a small window of hope. This was the first sign that her father would allow her to tell the police what really happened. She did not even think about the vulgar terms that her father was now using with every sentence.

"No!...No, I...I promise. Just let me tell the truth, please dad."

"And you won't give him your cunt?"

She quickly spoke, "No, I won't daddy, I swear I won't." She would have promised him anything if she thought that her father would soften his position.

"But where will you get the cock you love?" he asked. By this point in the conversation, his own cock had hardened in his pants; just from talking to his daughter like this.

"I...I won't...Oh daddy, please. Let me tell!" she pleaded.

"But you're gonna need cock baby. You told me you love it. So you're gonna need it."

Janice was shaking her head from side to side to indicate that he was wrong. Why was he torturing her, she wondered.

"And if I let you tell the truth, what do I get?" he asked.

"I promise I won't go with him if he gets out, dad. I promise!"

"But you'd owe me big time, Jan, " he told her.

"Yes...I will. Please dad, let me tell?"

Peter deliberately waited for a minute while she sat watching him with apprehension.

"I'll see, baby. I'll see. I'll think about it for the next couple of days and I'll let you know."

Janice was excited. There was hope.

"But I gotta know where are you gonna get the cock you love?" he asked.

"I won't dad. I swear. I swear that I'll be good, " she told him.

"But you love cock honey, right?" he asked. Janice was completely confused. She was afraid that he would change his mind.

Again, she began adamantly shaking her head from side to side, "No, no dad. I don't...really, I don't!"

Once more he waited a minute before responding, "Jan, you better make up your mind. I was going to think about letting you tell, but that was when you were being honest with me and told me that you liked cock. Are you now saying you don't?"

"Y-yes NO! No dad I...do, I do. I like cock. I do. I swear. Honest."

"And you want cock, don't you sweetheart?" he encouraged her.

"Yes, yes I do. I want it...cock. I want cock, " she said.

Peter's cock was throbbing in his pants. "Whose cock, baby? Whose cock do you want? Don't tell me John's because that will make me mad. But we both know that you like cock and you have to have it, right? So if you're gonna have to have cock it has to be a cock that won't make me mad if you have it."

Janice's mind was racing between euphoria and depression. Peter was playing with her as if she was a yo-yo, bringing her up and down. She was answering to please him. She did not have any idea how to answer her father now in a way that would not make him mad.

"Jan...I need you to tell me again that you want cock, " he spoke gently.

She was almost in tears. Why wouldn't he stop?

"I told you...I...I want cock."

As she said this, something caught her eye. She suddenly looked down and saw that a tent had formed at the crotch of her father's pants. She was surprised, yet she realized that it was this talk that probably had gotten him that way.

"Tell me again, baby, " he whispered.

Janice was about to automatically verbalize the same words when she suddenly understood where this was possibly heading. She raised her eyes to her father's face and saw that he was looking directly at her. Their eyes met and held. Janice caught her breath and Peter smiled. He was waiting. Looking directly into his eyes she whispered, almost hotly, "I want cock daddy."

Peter's cock twitched again in his pants. She saw it again; the same movement that had caught her eyes before. Her eyes fell purposely to his crotch.

"Whose cock, baby? Whose cock do you want?"

She now realized that his voice was straining. The young girl slowly raised her eyes again to his. Her heart was racing wildly. She had not planned for this conversation but now that they had gotten to this stage, she was sure that her father was now expecting an answer. Moreover, she thought that she knew the answer that he wanted to hear. If she guessed wrong then John would never get out of jail.

She took a deep breath and then responded in a whisper. "Yours dad, " she said and when she saw the relief on his face, she knew that was the right answer. She continued, "I want your cock!"

Janice watched her father's face transform from determination to lust. She was shocked, but for some unknown reason she was not repulsed by the thought of having sex with her father. She remembered the lie that she had told to John about wanting to be raped by her father. Now it looked like the lie was going to become a reality.

"Do you, baby?" he asked eagerly.

"Uh huh...yeah!" she replied nervously.

"You sure baby?"

Afraid to speak she nodded rapidly.

Peter could not believe how hot he had gotten from this conversation. If he thought he could pull it off without Martha becoming aware, he would have fucked his daughter right there on the spot.

"Do you want me to come back later?" he asked.

Janice hesitated, not completely sure what this was all about.

"And maybe you can help me make up my mind?" he asked boldly.

Once more, she nodded. Peter smiled down at her and turned. Once outside of her room, he rushed to the bathroom where he hurriedly dropped his pants and took his throbbing cock into his hand and masturbated to completion. When he returned downstairs Janice was already there.

"You're going to let her tell the police what really happened?" his wife asked. Martha looked thoroughly surprised, yet somewhat relieved that maybe this was all going to end in a less nasty situation than had it been.

His daughter was on the couch watching TV. She turned and looked at him. She was more animated now than she had been since the original incident. She was obviously excited. She wanted to hear her father tell her mother.

"I...I'm thinking of it...yeah I think...I'm pretty sure that Monday we'll have her do it, " he replied.

His wife seemed pleased by the news. She had quietly been hoping that this would happen. She did not think that it was right to let Nikki's dad go to jail, ever though he should not have taken advantage of her daughter. However, no matter how young and foolish Janice was, she still should have known better than to have sex with a man almost twice her age.

Part 5