0 comments/ 11297 views/ 1 favorites Point Le Vue Ch. 01 By: RobertTripto Kelly in Need Kelly and I have been friends for a long time, since our high school years. After we both graduated, we drifted apart, emailing each other only occasionally. To my surprise, she called me last night. "Robbie, I don't know who else to turn to. Are you doing anything? Can you hang out tonight?" The urgency in her voice was palpable. I hadn't talked to her in a year, but I still remembered her sweet, raspy voice. Only a few times before had I heard her like this. "Kelly, what's wrong?" "Nothing." My heart swelled. "Nothing" was as far from the truth as possible. "Robbie..." "Yeah, I'll be there. Just, tell me where you are -" "I'm coming, I'll be there in a few minutes," she said and hung up. I waited outside, watching occasional lights bound across the night sky. Glorium City is a town with a Catholic minority and Protestant fanatics, set in the middle of nowhere, Midwest US. We pride ourselves in being a fairly developed urban and suburban area, with a lively downtown and Christian nightlife. The hypocritical narrow-mindedness bleeds through, though, when you see the way some of us treat outsiders settle in the downtown apartments or in one of the rolling hill communities here. Kelly, for all her outrageous looks and unfettered curves, for all her charming ease of conversation and genuine interest in just about anyone she meets, has borne the brunt of not a few racist slurs since her arrival here from Agvalona. She embraced me tightly when she came, her idling car's headlights illuminating her radiant brunette hair. "I missed you," she said. She smelled like a sultry garden. "I missed me, too," I said. "I know, you hunk of love." She chuckled, put her hands on my neck and leaned back to look at me. Her smile threw me aloft, her eyes pinned me down. "What's going on?" I asked. She looked away and was quiet. I decided to let the silence sit, and roamed my eyes over her. Perfect mahogany skin, as always. Ruined eyeliner. Gleaming dark lips, Kelly biting them as she decided what to tell me and what to leave alone. Fingers tracing the dip between her collarbones, above her blouse, top three holes unbuttoned. And yes, a glimpse of those full-bloomed breasts. Hers was a body a man could lose himself in for eternity. "Come," she said, gesturing to her car and groping in her purse for her keys. "Where to?" I asked as I opened the passenger door. Her eyes darted up, and she said with sly smile, "I'm giving you a surprise." "Well, someone sounds chipper." The car ride was quiet, interspersed with light conversation about college life. Mostly we just listened to the radio on our way to Le Vue. Point Le Vue is a secret of sorts in the outskirts of Glorium. Ensconced in the forested mountains nearby and reachable only through a narrow winding road, only the truly adventurous really come out here. I like it. Kelly and I discovered this spot with other friends once when the first of us got his license, and it quickly became Kelly and my place, where we could talk and commiserate, complain, work out our teenage angst. We were always strictly friends, though, both of us terrified of breaking that tenuous bond we'd forged in the little grove. I'd brought a few other girls here, too, to work out another kind of angst, but I never told Kelly. She really wanted Le Vue to be our spot, and I wasn't about to pop her dream. "Lovely memories," she said when we arrived and opened our our first beer of the night. The city shimmered yellow, orange, white before us. "Feels like before, doesn't it?" I said after a long chug. Then, "What?" She glanced at me. "I don't know how to..." I held one of her hands and with the other gave her the bottle and stroked her hair. Tears collected in her eyes. "I don't know what's wrong with me." "What? There's nothing-" "Yes there is!" What do you say to that? "I... Robbie, I have to ask you something." "Ok." She closed her eyes, and the tears started streaming. She took a swig and wrapped her arms around her waist. My right hand, still holding one of hers, rested on her side. I could feel her warmth, her blood coursing, pounding. "Would you ever have sex with my sister?" What?? She flashed her eyes open, staring me down. "She's fucking hot, Robbie, and she's dirty like a rag. Would you?" "Would? Would I-" She had fought and scratched her way from tears to anger now. "C'mon, Em's got great boobs, and she'll do you in a second. You'd hit it, wouldn't you?" "What the hell are you talking about, Kelly?" I drew my hand away. She snatched it back. Then, realizing what she was doing, her face softened and she broke down again. She spoke matter-of-factly now. "My boyfriend just told me he and my sister have been having an affair for a year while I've been gone at college." God, this was horrible. "He meant a lot to you." "Y'know, all that mushy talk over the phone... he was probably calling me from her bedroom half the time. Just the two of them, my parents gone, fucking like mad rabbits, laughing while they fucked with me." "Kelly, I don't-" "I'm SO STUPID!" I grabbed her to me, holding her body wracked with sobs, wishing I could do something more. "He stuck his dick in her, Robbie, she let him work her..." She pulled away, took the bottle, and finished the rest of it. "I'm goddamn nothing." "No, you're not, Kelly." "He doesn't want me." "He doesn't deserve you, Kelly. You're too amazing." She squinted, tears still in her eyes. "He's a fool for tossing out such a find. if I'd just taken a chance in... The next guy you get Kelly is gonna fucking worship every part of you. You're too beautiful to be unhappy." This seemed to stem the tears. She leaned closer and whispered, "Are you flirting with me?" "No," I muttered. "You're drunk." She laughed bitterly. "You're drunk tooo. " Then suddenly, "And no I'm not! If I were drunk, would I be able to do this?" Her hand flashed over and unzipped my pants in one quick stroke. And in a very serious low voice: "I've only had one beer, Robbie." I chuckled. I began sweating. "I know. I was just kidding." "I know exactly what I'm doing here." "And what's that?" I asked. "Make me feel like those other girls you brought here, Robbie." "I guess word had gotten 'round." "I feel so empty," she said. Her seductive eyes... she began touching the buttons on her shirt. "Please." Kelly brought her legs under her and knelt on the leather black seat. Her fingers danced down her unbuttoning shirt, her azure eyes never once leaving me. "So..." I started, letting my hands touch her naked belly. She got out of the driver's seat and sat on my lap, facing me. "I can fill..." I said, looking at her. "...my..." She closed her eyes and brought her lips closer. "...emptiness." We attacked each other now, wild, angry tongue stabs. My hands swept away her shirt, and she shirked it off. She held the back of my head, afraid to let me go. I reached under her arms and deciphered her bra's secret. She was loosened. Her breasts felt like paradise, soft and large, sweaty and plush, mother-fucking paradise. Her lips felt like paradise, wet, sweet, demanding, moaning, paradise, paradise. The windows steamed up and I thought at this pace the dashboard might burst into flames. She rocked against me, her breathing labored, her pulse throbbed. Her hands explored my chest, wandered down, unbuttoned my pants, sought desperate relief, found amongst the tangled hair the only hope for her ultimate succor. "I want to help you help me," she said, and leaned past my head as she slipped off her pants and panties. I could hear her panting like a feral beast in heat, could hear my own labored breath, and for a split second before I rolled on the latex from my wallet thought, this is all I've ever wanted. "Robbie, I want to cum," she said, gasping. She was working on my jeans. "Well, you've come to the perfect place." "You better be fucking right. And you better be as good as I imagined all those years." She tossed my jeans to the side and kissed me again in a full and cruel draw. She licked her lips and then licked the corner of my mouth, then traced her tongue down my chin, settling and sucking on my neck. I could only close my eyes and let the feeling overtake me. May fingers ran down her sides and over her smoldering ass. Her tits touched against my skin once, and again. She looked up at me. "Are you ready?" "No warm-up? You - you don't want me to give you..." She put a finger on my lips. "Shh... honey," she said, with the slightest smile, "we don't need no warm-up." She opened her legs across my thighs and raised her body over my hungry prick. She took one of her hands and started stroking my rock, and I returned the favor. Her shaved pussy was slick already from its erotic fever, thirsty for the cure. "Unhh..." she moaned, as two of my fingers ran over her clit. I almost burst hearing her. "God you're unbelievable, Kelly." "UnhhhhhHHH..." She was jackhammering my prick like a professional. "Let's do it, baby," I said. "Robbie," she said, endless tears in her eyes tumbling down now, "I've - unghHHHHHH - been waiting 5 years to hear those words." And she brought it down on me and I plunged into her and we both sighed and she's so tight and so shamefully unused and she went up and I went out and she came back down again and I thrust and she gasped like the innocent Catholic schoolgirl she once was and I couldn't take it and her pussy locked onto me and she cried out again and she swings up and down and I slam it and I pop out and I beat it into her and she loves it, she needs me, she hungers, and she craves, and she bites her lips and she clamps my dick, tighter, harder, wilder, faster, longer, rougher, madder, more, there, more, there, more, more, more "more more more more, YES Robbie YES Robbie YES Robbie YES YES YES!" I can't stop my dick from exploding inside her rippling, racing, red-hot pussy, and the release floods my body like cool coursing water and floods my condom like a bursting dam. She stops ramming onto me and her pussy screams its last plea in fullest wrath. We're hot and satisfied and dreamy. "Oh, Robbie, that was... that was.. Oh, my god." She's a penitent zealot, and I her sinful god. "Hey," she says, reaching down to my dick, "Let's go again." I move to kiss her, but suddenly she screams when we hear a bang on the car hood. Voices laugh and jeer and whistle. "Hold me," Kelly says, and I do, I do. Point Le Vue Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Kelly's Victim Below is an abridged excerpt from the statements made during his sentencing of Arrous L. Arroba, an Agvalonan immigrant and father of Kelly Arroba, the victim in question, along with Robert Tripto. * * * * * * * * * Your honor, my name is Arrous Arroba. My lawyers have advised me not to disclose what I have determined to today, in the fears that the jury may find an account of my experiences vulgar and despicable. I admit that I myself have toiled for many weeks since the incident to find a justification for my behavior, and I confess my yoke lightened only when I decided I had none. I had sex with Kelly. I forced myself upon, and I had my way with her. The semen deposits Glorium County swabbed out of her demonstrate as much. But the act was no more illegal, and certainly less heinous, than the innumerable sexual invitations my daughter made at me and for which she ought to be condemned. To characterize a proud father as a libidinous beast is to paint his daughter, at the height of recklessness sensuality, as an unadulterated innocent. Make no mistake: I am the victim here. Allow me several illustrations of her demonic techniques of sultry seduction. Summer 2004, when Kelly turned 18. After a festive celebration, she pulled me into her room and sat me down on the edge of her bed. "What's the matter, Kelly?" I asked. She didn't respond for several minutes, and then abruptly blurted out, "Dad, I'm 18, which means I'm an adult now. Without Mom here, I don't know if I'll be able to, I don't know, navigate or whatever my way through womanhood. I've never kissed a boy, Dad. Don't you think that's something I'm missing?" I knew how to handle this, your honor. I have had to parent my daughters to hell and back, and for a good portion of it, alone. What I thought she was talking about, though, was normal growing-up. What I didn't know was that she meant more. "Sure, honey, the boys here just haven't been good enough for you. It's a small town. You're 18 now, and soon you'll be at college surrounded by tons of new people, some of them, you'll be pleased to know, attractive men." But she would have none of this. "I don't want them. I want... someone goofy, but strong. A whirlwind concoction of decisiveness, contentiousness, brazenness." I laughed. "Sounds like you've got your ideal man figured out." "Yeah, someone like you," she said, and laughed. Something about this comment struck me, gave me pause. Or maybe it was the way she was fingering her ear and pushing her blond hair back as she spoke. Or maybe it was when she placed her hand on my thigh and said, "Daddy, you have no idea how much I'll miss you in college." December 2004, when Kelly came back home for vacation. She had had a tough time in college, and one night after some teenage reveling with her boyfriend, with whom she was still dating despite the long distance, we sat down to talk. She told me how many nights she'd thrown up from the partying, how many tests she'd failed, and how many boys she'd drunkenly hooked up with. She felt so ashamed, I thought. Now in retrospect, I suspect she was secretly proud of the sudden and steep drop-off in moral inhibitions and rapidly accumulating nights of inebriation. She slept with a boy, never to talk to him again, on the first night of college. She'd lost her moral scruples as quickly as she'd pulled down her skirts. I was uncomfortable about her open disclosure with me, and more so her new dissolute lifestyle, and, as the night wore on and her diffidence wore down, I became frighteningly uncomfortable with her advances on me. At one point in the conversation, after a vivid description of a raucous tryst with a 25-year-old teacher's assistant, I expressed my disgust. "Kelly, look, I really don't want to hear you talking about how you... you fucked a man, okay? Keep that shit to yourself!" "Why, Daddy? I'm trying, I'm only trying to tell you what's been going on!" "Well, some things are better left private!" "I have no one else to turn to!" She was in tears. "Nick won't understand." She started crying. I sat down next to her and caressed her hair. "It's okay, honey. As long as you've repented for your sins." And this is when she seemed to turn the corner, placing her hand in mine. "Yes." "We're all sinners, Kelly," I told her. "But we will find the path back home. All roads lead to it, if we just listen and have faith." "Yes," she said, and placed the back of her head on my lap. I stroked her soft, blond hair. She said, "I've sinned, Daddy." I couldn't discount that statement, harsh as it sounded in her mouth, because I truly agreed. "Can you just... can you just stay? Let's just rest here for a bit?" she asked me. "For just a little." She obviously needed the moral support, so I said, sure. I began to get up to go to the bathroom, but she stopped me with a hand to my crotch. "Oops, sorry," she said, and quickly rose and turned off the lamp at the other end of the couch. It was when she came back to the couch that things turned strange. She placed her head back on my lap, but this time overshot it and landed with the side of her head on my crotch. I desperately need to urinate. She said to me, in a coy voice, "Well someone's happy to see his daughter back from college." I kid you not, those were her exact words. And worse, she not only did not move off, but proceeded with nimble and experienced fingers to my zipper. Her wanton intentions, your honor, should be clear. And my virtues must be as well, because after I pushed her away, I told her, in no uncertain terms, that I didn't know what had happened to her with those co-eds, but that she was my daughter and I had had enough of these pranks. Later that night, when I was alone in my bed, I heard a wail from down the hall. I intended to inspect, but soon it became clear that the ferocious assaults of human sound were coming from my daughter Kelly's room, since her sister Mandy was away for the week at an all-girl's camp, and that they were not fearful exclamations but carnal shrieks of luxurious indulgence. Consumed with the unconsummated prospect of father-daughter copulation, her body wracked with raw reserves of raunchy ravishment, her wanton wants unmet, she decided to mock me with with her turbulent, meretricious masturbation. I don't remember how many oh-baby's I heard that night, but their numbers were certainly overshadowed by the infinite give-it-to-me-God-give-me's. How to control this monstrosity? As it turns out, she found another way to conk out her repressed irrepressibles out of the range of my radar, since she stopped her antics and things soon returned to normalcy. For a time. June 2006, the summer after Kelly's sophomore year in college, and the summer after Mandy's graduation from high-school. It was a Thursday, one day after Kelly had found out that Mandy, when I was not at home, had been screwing her boyfriend while she was away and unavailable at college and while Mandy was conveniently in town and available, just a mile from Glorium State University. Nick, before he met Kelly, had had a reputation as a cad who seduced local co-eds at parties on the weekends and girls like my daughters in Trigonometry class. I didn't know any of this until Kelly told me when she broke up with Nick the night she found out. So that day, one night after she'd found out her boyfriend of 2 years and sister of 18 had betrayed her, she told me she'd go to the mall to shop her troubles away. Mandy, meanwhile, had locked herself in her room from the shame. I decided to take a shower. When I finished, I opened my door to dry off and retrieve my clothes. There was Kelly, sitting on the bathroom counter, watching me as I scrambled to cover myself. She had my towel in her hand. "Looking for this, Daddy?" "What the fuck are you doing in here?" "Observing," she said. "God it's so nice to finally see that scepter up-close. Damn, you take real good care of the humongous pecker, don't you? Your enormous anaconda? That raucous ramrod?" "Get out," I ordered. "Get in." She laughed. "Slip it in me, boy." I grabbed at the towel, but she wouldn't let go, pulling me to her. "Hell, Daddy, let's go at it." She looked up at the ceiling. "The fan's on. Mandy will never hear us." Then she touched my face and grinned. "Or maybe she will." I wanted to slap her, your honor, but I understand that there's a statute against that. Instead, I went to the door. One look at the doorknob stopped me cold. "What is that?" "Ooh, that. That's Nick's." It was white-gray and sticky, dripping, pooling on the tile below. "I collect his cum. Knew it'd come in handy." And she dropped off the counter and walked to me. She reached around my waist and, with her hands around my dick, said, "As does this. This comes in very handy." I used the towel to grip the door handle and stormed out, with Kelly giggling behind me. "You're so much harder than him, you know that?" I heard her say. Your honor, I didn't know who else to turn to. A man cannot control his daughter with force, and I could not control her with love. For all her life I've loved her. I don't know how she became this... this sex fiend, I don't. How could I keep my composure and say, "I am your father, and you will obey me. As long as you live under my roof"... I couldn't. I was ripe for drastic action. I abandoned all reason. I went to several friends, who knew some friends, who knew the other men on trial today. I imagined I was doing away with a problem, you see, the Kelly question. I would give her what she wanted, give it more than she had ever bargained for, more bang for her buck, her cup overfloweth, her lesson learned. Two weeks later, the night of the incident. Kelly called her friend, Robbie T., and left to his house. We knew where she was going. We lay in wait at Point Le Vue. The defense has claimed that that night, the Garamelli brothers, the Zintos cousins, and the rest of the ad hoc Point Le Vue gang and I had gone in knowing that we'd... that we'd do those things to Robbie and Kelly that night. Preposterous. I was angry, not hungry. I was afraid, not aroused. I was reluctant, not rapturous. Screwing my daughter was the last thing I wanted to do, but the only thing I felt would work to stem her thirst for me. So we watched and waited. Kelly and Robbie talked in the car. And then they came onto each other and started kissing and stripping off each others' clothes and then began to hump each other. I told the guy next to me, a young recruit, to stop jerking off. That was daughter he was masturbating to. And yet, I was powerless to stop the man who was really there in the action, that horny son-of-a-bitch who was making her scream those screams that we heard so vociferously in the middle of the woods. It was her final shriek that broke my restraint, when she cried his name. "More more, YES Robbie YES Robbie YES Robbie YES YES YES!" Try listening to your daughters exclaiming so emphatically. We slammed on the hood, threatened them, mocked them, scared the shit out of them. One of the Garamellis pulled Robbie out and after a few howls at him, knocked him out with a punch and sent him home. He was supposed to wake up without knowing who'd done this to him. Then they went to do their deeds with Kelly. "Oh, look, a juicy new pussy. I call first." "I call sloppy seconds." "Slushy thirds." I could not allow them to ravish her. I saved her! Those Garamellis and Zintos and the PLV guys, they deserve to be in jail. I had a sudden change of heart, seeing the fear in Kelly's eyes from behind my mask, and I persuaded those bastards to leave her alone. She was naked, and so afraid. The guys left with two black eyes, some broken jaws hopefully, smashed egos, and a few hundred dollars I hastily tossed at them, which I've been informed they spent on hookers that night. So with the pigs gone, I went to comfort Kelly. I gave her a blanket from her car's trunk, but she refused it. I was at least able to pick her up, set her on her feet, and lead her to her car door. She cried in my arms. Your honor, that was going to be that. A daughter with a lesson learned, perhaps overly traumatized, but thankfully rid of her sinful disease. But that was until she asked me, with those pitiful brown eyes, "What's your name?" I didn't answer. I couldn't. She slid her fingers up her torso and round and round her nipples. "I said, what's my hero's name?" She was stark naked. Her firm, bountiful breasts shone in the moonlight, in such perfectly round crescents that they resembled two moons themselves. Her coffee-colored nipples saluted the night air from smooth dual spheres. "Don't tell me you don't notice me. Aren't you going to grab your reward?" She reached down to my pants. I must have moaned, because she began to smile and brought her hips closer. "Won't you stay awhile?" she whispered. She yanked down my pants and underwear and marvelled for a minute at my dick, as if in recognition. It was swollen with impatience. She took it in her hands and rocked her hand across it, back and forth. "What's your name, Prince Charming?" she asked again. I could barely utter a soft sigh. She told me I had the distinction of being the largest pulsing cock she'd ever seen, with one exception. I didn't say anything. And as if to coax me out of my reticence, she began to lick under my dick, in long hard strokes, her tongue wet and warm. Suddenly she grabbed my ass and plunged her lips onto my dick, sucking deeply, loving me with abandon. I imagined she paid the same lip service to her friends at school, too. I couldn't breathe and started panting. She ran her tongue around my shaft, I helped guide her head, she had communion with my manhood with her mouth, I felt I could start cumming any second. I couldn't help it, she was too beautiful, her lure too strong, her oral seduction to skilled. She pulled back to say something like "Are you as hot as I am?" but I put her back to work on my cock, and she was only too pleased to comply, the whore. Her fingers started to slip in and out of my asshole, looking up every once in a while to see if this was to my satisfaction. I was about to blow, and when I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed her and threw her to the grass. "Kelly, you dirty daughter of mine!" "Daddy," she said with a knowing smile that only pissed me off more, "I knew it was you." I tore off my mask, tore off all my clothing and sliced my dick into her pussy. I began to saw my way into her, when she started to scream. "AHHH, Daddy, Daddy, that hurts, Daddy, stop, please!" I ignored her pleas, and slammed away, her tight cooch the thing of dreams and the salvation of any man. I thrust my hips into her, entombing my meat past her flamingo-pink lips and between her tight fist of a pussy, slowly and then rapidly, gentlemanly and then roughly, determined to fuck her until my man's demands were met. "Stop Daddy, please, stop, I'll never hurt you again, please-" I was getting closer, so unbearably close to the Truth... "DADDY stopplease DADDY godoh DADDY babyitfeelssogood WOW WOW DAMN-" She was my daughter, my beautiful Kelly... "DADDYDADDYDADDYDADDYDADDY! OH you're going to jail for this you fucker! OH god don't stop! DADDY stop please!" "I'm about to cum!" I told her. "Don't stop! More more more! I love you DADDY! Slam me slam me slam me slamslamslamslam DADDY-" "Almost there!" "-slam oh stop go stop oh I'm bleeding I'm bleeding it hurts-" Too late! "-stop ow ow ow ow WOW WOW -" I was already bursting inside her, my semen launching in energetic volleys out and into her chambers, mixing with her sex juices and flowing now in the hole as proof of my love for my dear Kelly, now hot enough she was orgasming herself. "WOW daddydaddydaddy daddy daddy dad dad dad... oh... oh... oh..." And we were happy for a moment. The world was tranquil. My revenge sweet, my daughter's lips I kissed sweeter. It wasn't until Robert called the cops that she decided to turn me in. I love my Kelly, your honor. I think it's clear she loves me, too, despite her woeful indecisiveness. Whether I deserve to spend the rest of the next few years of my life in confinement for that is up to you, sir. END TRANSCRIPT * * * * * * * * *