Jerry Mathias sat in his living room staring at the idiot box and vowing revenge on his daughter.

She had embarrassed and humiliated him at a party they had attended.

It was true that Jerry had had too much to drink, and his inhibitions had been lowered to such an extent that he had actually made a pass at his daughter in the kitchen of her and her husband’s house where the party was being held. But was that any excuse for his daughter’s behavior?

She had rushed from the kitchen, hollering at him to leave her alone, and yelling for him to stop trying to touch her.

Everyone—especially her husband– had looked at him as if he were some kind of vermin.

He hadn’t been able to face it for very long, and had shortly left the party and gone home.

Jerry had no family other than his daughter. She was his only offspring, and he had been divorced for a couple of years from his ex-wife.

He slouched on the living room couch, drinking a mixed drink, and getting angrier by the minute.

“No reason,” he murmured. “No reason for her to get so upset. It was like I was going to violate her, rape her even.”

He gave out a wry chuckle. Actually, that’s what I wanted to do, he thought.

He thought about his daughter. She was in her early twenties. He had seen her a few times in a bikini. From what he had seen, she had a killer body. And she had a pretty face too with her peachy complexion, full pink lips, shoulder-length ginger hair and deep blue-green eyes. But it was her body that was the killer.

Her bikini had served to show off most of her body. And it was fine indeed.

From what he saw, she had breasts the size and shape of big softballs, curvy and shapely hips, long full sleek legs, and a big upthrust rump.

He could only imagine what her pussy must be like. She probably keeps it neatly trimmed, and the ginger pubic hair would half-hide the little moist slit…

He suddenly realized he had a hard-on that felt like it was going to explode.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his dick and balls.

He stroked his cock, moaning at the feeling, and imagining he was stuffing it deep in his daughter’s pussy.

She was so sexy-looking!

He had always been attracted to his daughter, but it was when she had turned fourteen and had blossomed from puberty that he began to be physically attracted to her. By the time she was fifteen, he felt he was going crazy from wanting to fuck her. His dick grew hard every time he looked at her. He felt the cum churning in his balls. He felt as if he would die if he couldn’t stuff his stiff prick deep in her cunt.

But he was at a loss how to go about screwing her. He and his wife both worked during the day, and in the evening, his daughter would disappear into her room to do her homework from school.

He had tried going into her bedroom at night, but she had rebuffed him every time.

He was simply stumped.

This went on for a couple of years till she graduated from high school. Then she had gone away to college, and it seemed she had grown even more distant from him.

He had tried to fuck her a few times during her college years, but she wasn’t having any of it. She acted as if he repulsed her, and she couldn’t stand the sight of him.

The truth was that she was afraid of him. She was scared that if he got half a chance, he would violate her—which was true, because she sure wasn’t going to let him fuck her. To her, he was heavyset and sweaty and unattractive. She was frightened half to death that he would rape her if they were alone.

Jerry felt the cum swirling in his balls, ready to erupt up his shaft.

He let up on his stroking. He wanted to make it last longer.

He got up and went to the kitchen and got a number of napkins, and then he went to the bedroom.

He wrapped the napkins around his dick and lay on top of a pillow. He began slowly rubbing his prick . The pillow was big and soft, and the feeling was exquisite. He knew from experience that if he took it slow, he would be able to last for a good while.

As he looked at the big framed photograph of his daughter he kept on the table by the bed, he groaned with lust and rubbed his cock and balls harder on the pillow. He simply had to fuck her! Besides, she had fucked over him by not allowing him to feel her tits and rub her pussy.

A psychologist would have a number of things to say about Jerry, but psychology was the last thing on his mind. Stuffing his dick, balls deep, in his daughter’s pussy was the only thing on his mind.

His anger kept intruding on the dynamite feeling he was receiving from stroking his prick on the pillow. Anger at his daughter.

Why had she felt it necessary to embarrass and humiliate him? In front of her husband and all the others at the party?

It was almost as if she had enjoyed humiliating him. His anger smoldered still more.

“Well, my hot little piece,” he mumbled, “it won’t be long till I get back at you.”

But again, he was stumped at how to go about it. What could he do? Besides rape her? And that would get him in more than a load of trouble. That would get him a prison sentence.

No. He had to find another way.

The phone buzzed, interrupting both his thoughts and his stroking.

He answered it and Burt was on the line. Burt was more or less his boss at the technology center. Jerry was the custodian for a wing of the entire technology center.

“Hey, Jerry, when was the last time you fed and watered the subjects?”

“About 11:30 this morning,” Jerry answered.

“I figured so,” Burt replied. “They need to be taken care of again before midnight anyway.”

“Want me to come down and feed and water them?” Jerry asked.

“Yeah, if you would, try to make it before midnight.”

“Will do,” Jerry said. “I’ll leave right now.”

“Thanks, Jerry. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“All right,” Jerry answered, hanging up.

Unlike most of the scientists and technicians at the technology center, Jerry liked Burt.

He was the technician who was in direct control of the animal subjects, and he always acted friendly toward Jerry and had a greeting for him.

Jerry got dressed and drove down to the McDougal Center of Technology where he worked.

As the custodian for the entire wing of Animal Research, Jerry had keys to all the doors. He walked all the way down the hall and unlocked the door to the main lab. He noticed that no one was around. All of the scientists and technicians at the Technology Center were as punctual at clocking out as clocking in.

He heard the noises coming from the animals before he saw them.

They let out a non-harmonious chorus of bleats and baas and neighs.

He looked at all the animals in the lab in their cages. This lab kept the biggest animals the technology center had to experiment on. There were three males—a ram, a pony, and a goat—kept in separate cages; and a female goat, pony and sheep in other cages.

It was sometimes a delicate operation to feed and water the animals. It depended on their disposition. Tonight all of them looked calm and benign.

With a rod he scooted the empty bowls to the small opening in each cage, and replaced them with full bowls of food and water.

Jerry found the animals interesting to watch. Each had its own habits, but they were all trapped in their species of body.

In the ten years that Jerry had worked in the technology center and in the animal labs, he had gained the trust of the animals and a reputation among the scientists and technicians as a good energetic worker.

He found the work of the technicians fascinating, for they had been working on developing a sexual stimulant for two years. The entire technology center depended on government grants to pursue its studies and experiments. They lived in fear that the government would suddenly cut its funding off. Jerry found that doubtful, given the reluctance of government to cut any spending once it had begun.

From what he gathered by watching and listening to the scientists and technicians when he came in to clean up and feed and water the animals, they were deep into a study of developing a safe and effective aphrodisiac. The results and rewards the technology center would receive from developing such a sexual stimulant went without saying.

He had been able to witness the procedures the technicians went through in having the animals ingest the stimulant—enough for him to know how to go about it. He knew the location and the amount of the colorless, odorless, tasteless liquid the scientists had developed to inject into the animals.

He had been able to watch the entire process a number of times. He was sure that if it became necessary, he could do the job of the technicians if called upon. Of course, he was never called upon, for he was a mere custodian.

He found the male and female goats to be the most interesting animals to watch when they were injected with the stimulant. Goats were naturally lusty animals, and injecting them with an aphrodisiac seemed to make them ten times lustier.

The goat’s cock and balls, which was naturally huge seemed to grow even bigger when injected. Jerry knew that was caused by an increase in blood flow to the goat’s penis, and an increase in the production of semen. But the sexual stimulant did make the goats last longer in their sexual union, and become even randier than they were naturally. It also caused the male goats to be able to have a number of ejaculations. There was also the interesting fact that the female goats when injected with the aphrodisiac became even more receptive and responsive to the male goat’s overtures than they were naturally.

Jerry knew enough about the ways of scientists and technicians to understand they were as greedy and selfish as anyone else. He understood that the driving force behind their research and experiments on the animals was the hope that they could develop a sexual stimulant for human use…

The association of ideas is an amazing thing. Oftentimes it’s like the ringing of a bell or the simple act of suddenly fitting two and two together.

The idea of giving the sexual stimulant to his daughter suddenly came upon him, like the proverbial turning on of a light bulb in a person’s head.

He hadn’t given the idea any thought. It just seemed to suddenly occur to him.

But when it did occur, he knew he would do it. There was no doubt or question about it.

Being a totally amoral person, especially when it came to sex and his daughter, there was not a bit of morality that entered into Jerry’s equation. He had access to a sexual stimulant; it was odorless, colorless, and tasteless: and it was harmless. The effects on the animals injected with the aphrodisiac showed clearly that it was harmless. Therefore, he could unobtrusively give the stimulant to his daughter—as there was really not that much difference in big animals such as goats and in humans when it came to sexual behavior, and no harm would be done. The only thing that would change would be that he would fuck his daughter—and she would respond.

This was Jerry’s way of thinking. Crude, yes, as the scientists would say, but essentially correct.

Jerry went to the refrigerator where the vials of the stimulant were stored. There were dozens of vials. He figured his taking one would not be noticed.

He excitedly worked out his plan of how to go about giving his daughter the stimulant as he finished cleaning up the lab, turned out the lights, and locked the door.

He strode down the hall, his mind working overtime.

By the time he made it home, he had his plan worked out in his head. It was short and sweet.

In the mid-morning, he gave his daughter a call. He acted all humble and contrite; so much so, in fact, that when he asked her if he could come over to visit with her, she agreed readily enough.

He put the bottle of whiskey in a paper bag and carefully placed the vial of stimulant in his front pocket. Then he drove to his daughter’s house.

He knew that his daughter’s husband worked from ten to twelve hours a day. He also knew that she was a social drinker. One drink usually led to two.

He arrived at his daughter’s, and even though they were reserved with each other at first, they soon warmed up. Enough for him to suggest that he mix them a drink.

“Okay,” his daughter replied. “Excuse me while I use the bathroom.”

He went to the kitchen and quickly mixed the aphrodisiac into the drink. He was conservative in mixing the stimulant. He only added half of the vial of liquid to the drink. He didn’t want to risk overdoing it.

By the time his daughter returned from the bathroom, he was sitting on the sofa and had two mixed drinks setting on the coffee table.

She even turned on the stereo and some classical music began to play.

They talked of inconsequential things as they sipped the drinks. He unobtrusively observed her.

The stimulant was quick-acting. The effects on his daughter didn’t take long to be observable.

Her body totally relaxed; she lay her arms down to her sides; and her legs were slightly spread; her speech became slurred and her eyes grew bleary. But at the same time there was a bewildered look on her face.

“I feel…” she spoke.

“You feel what?” he asked.

“I feel funny,” she slurred.

Jerry figured it was time to make his move. He lay his hand on his crotch and stroked it…