He knew it was wrong ... terribly wrong ... but the lascivious way in which his fifteen-year-old daughter was pushing her hot young body at him was really turning him on.
"Ah, honey..." he began, trying to catch his breath. "I don't think you should kiss me quite so passionately!"
Her innocent eyes gazed into his. "Why not, daddy?" she asked in a soft voice. "I love you ... don't you love me?"
He was about to give her a lecture on father-I daughter love when he felt her fingers close around him, turning his unspoken words into lies!
"Please, daddy," she whispered. "I want you to be the first. Please!"
CHAPTER ONE
My wife Cindy left earlier that morning to visit a girlfriend who lived in the Bronx, and I didn't expect her back till about eight that evening. I don't mind saying that I didn't miss her very much, and I kind of looked forward to spending the day alone. You see, she and I hadn't been getting along too well, and the less I saw of her the better I felt. We had that kind of a marriage, if you know what I mean. A real loser.
After eating a light breakfast consisting of toast and juice, I plopped down in my favorite leather chair and started to work on the Times crossword puzzle, which is what I generally do most Sunday mornings when the weather looks bad. I was perfectly comfortable, and the subject of sex was the farthest thing from my mind when suddenly my daughter Glenda came out of her room and sat down on the couch opposite from me.
"Good morning, Daddy," she said, and then opened up her schoolbook and started to work on her weekend assignment. She was wearing a pair of tight woolen shorts and a thin cotton blouse which clung to her budding young breasts just delightfully. Although she was only fifteen, it seemed to me at the time that she looked much older. In fact, it was almost as though a perfect stranger was sitting opposite me. She was a big girl, and very developed, with a round, curvy body that could make a man's head turn till it was spinning.
It was a lazy Sunday morning, and a cold October wind blew through the branches outside, as a fight snow powdered the street curb. I tried to concentrate on my puzzle, but I found my eyes wandering again and again to Glenda's body. Almost instinctively, she looked up at me and she smiled.
"Do you think that I'm beautiful, Daddy?? " she asked.
If I had any sense, I would have gotten up and started to run. I must have known all along where it was leading, but I couldn't control myself. It was as though I was staring down the side of a cliff, inching closer and closer toward the edge, when I should have been backing away.
I don't know what it was about Glenda that was so attractive that morning. Sure she was beautiful and sexy. But it was more than that, much more. She had that look in her eye that was a devilish mixture of innocence and evil, which is the most deadly combination in the whole world.
"Do you, Daddy?" she asked again. "Do you think I'm good looking?"
"Sure you are."
"My friend Janet calls me a cow, Daddy. All the girls in school are jealous of me. They always laugh at me, and call me terrible names."
Suddenly Glenda burst into tears: "I hate them, I hate them, I hate them. I want to transfer to another school, Daddy. I can't stand it anymore."
"Come on," I replied. "You're a big girl now. You shouldn't let any of them bother you. They're a bunch of silly geese."
"I know," cried Glenda, her long brown hair falling softly across her shoulder, onto the steep swell of her young breasts. My eyes stared at them as a wild fever burned in my brain. I could feel my heart thumping, and my blood pressure rising. I watched as she crossed her legs, and for a moment I thought that I saw a slight dampness between her thighs. Of course it was my imagination playing tricks on me, but nevertheless I felt aroused. My hands tightened around the arms of my leather chair as I tried to keep control. Even then, I knew that I was fighting a losing battle, that there was no way to stop myself. Still, I tried to hold out, hoping that someone would ring the bell and interrupt the terrible drama that was unfolding.
"If it wasn't for that bitch Janet," Glenda continued. "Nothing would have happened on Friday. She's the one who sent those boys after me. I'm sure that she told them where they could find me."
"What are you talking about?" I asked
"Oh, nothing," replied Glenda. "I'm sorry that I bothered you."
"No," I insisted. "I want you to tell me what this is all about What happened to you in school? Did the boys do something to you?"
Glenda looked up at me, tears running freely from her eyes: "Oh yes, it was awful, just awful. I'm so ashamed that I could die."
I don't know why, but I was suddenly moved by a great compassion. I felt sorry for my daughter and I didn't want her to cry anymore. I wanted all the bad things to go away so that she could be happy. I got up from my chair and sat down beside her and threw my arms around her naked shoulders. When my fingers touched her flesh, a thrill shot through my body. It was as though I had just touched a searing hot iron, and burned myself. I trembled inside, and Glenda must have felt my shiver because she looked up at me and she smiled knowingly.
"Tell me what happened?" I said, intensely curious.
"Well, it was about three-thirty on Friday," Glenda explained. "I was alone in the Art Workshop, finishing up a clay statue, when suddenly a bunch of boys broke in through the door. They were Janet's friends, and I'm sure that she's the one who told them where I would be, because she knows that I stay after class every Friday to work on my statue."
"Did they rape you?" I asked. "Tell me, Glenda, is that what they did to you?"
"Oh, Daddy, I just don't want to talk about it Please leave me alone!!!"
"No, you've got to tell me what happened. You can't keep it bottled inside of you forever. It'll tear you apart, if you don't let it come out."
"Well," replied Glenda, craning her neck like a duck. "Those boys grabbed hold of me and started to call me all sorts of names. They said that I was..
"Go on, don't be ashamed."
"Well they called me bad names."
"What?"
"They said I was a cock-tease. They said that I dressed like a tramp because I liked to turn men on. They made awful accusations."
"Oh...."
"One of the boys put his hand on my breast and started to squeeze it. Naturally, I was angry. I hit him in the mouth, and I think that I knocked out one of his goddamn teeth. That got all the other boys very, very angry. They tied my hands behind my back, so I couldn't do anything."
"Did they molest you?? "
"Yes," replied Glenda. "I was wearing a sweater and a mini-skirt. One of the boys rolled it up, over my hips, and then he pulled down my panty-hose and put his hands inside of my panties. He slipped his hands between my thighs and started to massage my cunt. The other boys swarmed around me, like bees around a flower, and they began to feel me up, rubbing up my ass and my breasts."
"Those hoodlums," I screamed. "Those bastards."
"It was just awful," Glenda continued. "I tried to scream, but they stuffed my panties into my mouth, so that I could hardly breathe. I tried to lack them, so they punched me in the stomach till I almost fainted."
"What else happened?" I asked. "Did they rape you?"
Glenda began to cry: "Yes, Daddy. They raped me. There were seven boys, and one after another, they fucked me. They backed me up against the wall, and they pulled my legs wide apart, and then they rammed their cocks up my cunt. The awful thing is that I enjoyed what they were doing to me."
"You enjoyed it?"
"Yes," replied Glenda. "While they were doing it to me, I felt a hot shiver up and down my spine. I didn't want to enjoy it, but I couldn't help myself."
At that moment, I could feel myself growing erect. As Glenda related the story of her molestation, I grew aroused. I couldn't help it, although I tried very hard. I breathed deeply and it seemed as though her feminine fragrance filled the air. Of course, my imagination was playing games with me again. Still, there was nothing I could do about it. There was no way that I could control the incestuous feelings that swept across my body. I wanted to bend down and bury my face between her legs, to stick my tongue into her young slit, to lick it and kiss it and bite it just like an animal.
Was Glenda aware that she was turning me on? Was she telling me this story purposely, because she wanted to arouse me and seduce me? I don't know the answer to that question, and I guess I never will know. In fact, I'm beginning to think that she made up the whole story deliberately. Maybe I feel that way because I want to feel that way, because it makes me feel less guilty about what happened next Maybe it's just my way of rationalizing the whole affair; maybe it's just my way of avoiding responsibility.
As Glenda continued to speak, I made my first move. I bent over and planted a light kiss on her cheek. I could taste the salty tears that were coming from her eyes which made my mouth tingle. I kissed her again. This time on her neck She shivered as my arms tightened around her. She pulled away from me, or at least she pretended to pull away from my grasp.
"No Daddy," she said. "You mustn't. It's not right"
"Don't be afraid, honey," I replied. "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
"Please don't," she repeated. I'm afraid."
Slowly my fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. I unbuttoned them, one by one, kissing her all the time on her face and her neck. She cooed, yielding to my touch, to my embrace. When my mouth fell to hers, she opened her lips. I rammed my tongue inside, and she swallowed it. I rubbed it against her teeth and palate, tasting the sweetness of her saliva. Suddenly she went wild, throwing herself at me, pressing her breasts to my chest, biting me with her sharp teeth, rubbing her calves against mine, slipping her fingers into my pants.
The bitch knew what she was doing, as she unzipped my fly and inserted her soft white hands into my trousers, underneath my jockey shorts, reaching toward my organ.
"You're hard," she said. "Your cock is hard as a rock. It feels good."
She reached down and started to fondle my balls. She squeezed them like a little child that was playing with a toy. Again she returned to my erection, following the outline with her fingernails, applying just the right amount of pleasure to make me squirm. Somehow I got the feeling that she had done this sort of thing before, because she didn't fumble around the way most inexperienced young girls do. She seemed to know exactly where everything was, and exactly what it was that had to be done.
"Shall we go to the bedroom?" she asked.
"N-n-n-n-o," I replied.
"Are you sure, Daddy," she asked, hauling at my erection. "There's no point pretending anymore. I know what you want. I've known all along. You've got the hots for me, right?"
"Leave me alone," I screamed. But it was too late. My fingers worked almost mechanically, as they pulled off her blouse, and then her brassiere. I let the garments, still warm from body heat, fall to the parquet floor. Her breasts were hard and round, milky white, capped by red nipples that peaked when I touched them. I massaged her gently and her areolas tingled, and her stomach started to tremble. I rubbed the top of her breasts and the bottom, cupping my palms around them, squeezing them ever so softly, kissing her on her face and neck.
"That feels good," she whispered, throwing back her head and closing her eyes the way some women do.
"You know," I said. "You're a beautiful girl, Glenda. You're a very beautiful girl."
"Do you think that a man can love me?" she asked. "Do you think that I'm beautiful enough to love? Or am I just a tramp? Tell me, daddy, do you love me? Please tell me you love me."
"Oh Glenda," I whispered. "I wish it didn't have to be like this. I wish that this wasn't happening. Please forgive me for what I'm doing."
At that moment Glenda got up from the couch, standing directly opposite from me, her hands on her hips, her back arched, her naked breasts shimmering like two snow white hills.
"Do you want me to strip?" she asked. "Do you want to look at my pussy."
I nodded reluctantly: "Yes ... yes I do."
Glenda's fingers gently unbuckled the belt to her shorts, then she unzipped the front. As the fly spread open, I could see her pink panties, and the tuft of dark pubic hair underneath. A wild, sour fragrance seemed to emanate from between her spread thighs. She bent down and rolled her woolen shorts down her legs, letting them fall beside her white brassiere.
"Do you want me to go further?" she asked. "Are you sure you're not chicken?"
"Oh, Glenda," I screamed. "Why are you doing this tome?"
"I don't know," she replied. "I want you to love me, Daddy. Maybe I want to prove to myself that someone does love me, a real man."
"But this isn't the way," I gasped.
"But I don't know any other way," she replied, tugging at the elastic waistband of her bikini panties, pulling them down slowly, across her milky white thighs, past her creamy calves, down over her ankles. She stood there, completely naked, flaunting herself, like a model, preening, and cantering like a proud mare.
"Do you want to look between my legs?" she asked. "Do you want to smell."
"Yes...."
"Then let's go into the bedroom," she smiled. "I want this to be beautiful, the way it's supposed to be the first time around."
Is it your first time?" I asked. "You never fucked anyone before?"
She shook her head: "No ... The farthest I ever went was to let a boy, Billie, put his hands up my legs in a movie. I let him finger me. But that was all. He wanted to fuck, but I didn't feel like doing it down in his basement."
"What about those boys," I asked. "Did they really molest you, or were you asking for it?"
"No," replied Glenda. "It wasn't my fault. Sure I teased them a little bit, but that was all. I didn't want to have anything to do with that gang of little pricks. I'm sure it was Janet who told them where I would be. Otherwise they would never have known, and they would never have done anything to me."
Glenda arched her back, and spread her legs wide apart, exposing the slit of her vagina to my eager eyes. It was full and wet, red as fire. The drape-like folds of her labia seemed to throb, and her clitoris thumped up and down, full of life, full of love.
She smiled, after exposing her cunt, looking down at my erection, which grew out of my unzipped fly like a flag pole. She walked over to me and pressed her belly against my face. She rubbed herself against me like an animal, bending over and kissing me first on my face, and then lower down, taking my exposed organ into her sweet young mouth. I shuddered, as she started to suck on it, licking it with her tongue, biting it with her teeth, massaging it with her thick, hungry lips.
My hands reached down eagerly, climbing between the mounds of her bosom, past her belly, down to her crotch. She spread for me, so I had no trouble as my fingers lunged toward her heat. I could feel the thick, syrupy sweetness of her femininity ooze out of her vaginal opening, covering me with its sweet stickiness. Slowly, deliberately, I fingered her sexuality, tracing the smooth outline of her vaginal slit, prying apart the labial tissue that guarded the entrance, jumping inside of her with my thumb and then with my middle finger.
"Ohhh...." she cried, biting down on my cock, which made me scream painfully.
"Not so hard," I warned. "I don't want you to bite it off or anything."
"Why not?" she laughed, brushing back her hair, as she looked up at me. My finger was still inside of her cunt, moving around like a fish in a clear blue stream, exploring the depths of her moist, dank cavern.
"I like it when you finger me," she said. "It makes me feel good all over."
She got up off her knees, after giving my erection one last suck, and she stood in front of me, gyrating like a dancer, swaying her hips, revolving her buttocks back and forth as my fingers, still inside of her pussy, massaged and rubbed the sensitive cavity.
I don't know whether she came or not, but I had never seen a woman react in quite this manner. First her knees tightened up, and then her thighs closed around my hand, and she began to jump up and down in the air, like a ballerina, howling at the top of her lungs as she squeezed her breasts.
"Oh, Daddy," she finally sighed, falling on top of me. "Oh, Daddy, you filled me up that time. You made it just right. It was beautiful."
"You sure are a hot little bitch," I replied, picking her up in my arms and carrying her into the bedroom. At first I felt a little self-conscious about throwing her down on my bed. After all, she was my daughter, my own little daughter, my blood and flesh. Then, there was the ticklish fact that she was only a minor, only fifteen years old, innocent and young. I was in my middle thirties, and I felt another pang of guilt. She must have noticed, because she looked up at me from the bed and whispered: "Don't worry about a thing. I know it's not your fault I'm old enough to know what I'm doing. Can I help it if I love you, Daddy? Can I help it if I want you inside of me? Can I help it if I want to feel your cock inside of my cunt? Am I crazy? I don't think so. All girls are like that Even Janet told me one day that she loves her father. She looks through the keyhole when he's undressing, and she tells me that it excites her. I'll bet that she would do it with him, if she had the chance."
"Glenda, poor little Glenda," I laughed. "You're such a little idiot, such a little fool. I suppose there's no turning back now."
"No," she answered. "You've already touched me.
You put your finger inside of my hole. It's too late to chicken out."
I nodded my head, and then I unbuckled my trousers, letting them slide down to my ankles, kicking them toward the door. Then off came my jockey shorts, my shirt and my socks. Standing there completely naked, I got goose bumps all over. Glenda reached out, cupping her hands underneath my testicles.
"They're beautiful," she sighed. "You've got nice, big balls, and a nice hard cock. Come and get me."
I lunged into the bed after her, and we wrestled around on the sheets, until I finally had her down, her arms and legs pinned to the mattress. I climbed on top of her, missionary style, pushing my knee between her thighs, prying them apart. I slid my cock up against her, and she arched her back ever so slightly. At first I had trouble getting it into her because she was too tight, so I had to reach down with my hand and pull open the hole. She screamed a little bit.
"Be gentle," she cried. ""I've never been fucked before. I want it to be nice."
"Don't worry, baby," I replied, as I squeezed open the folds of her labia, inserting my middle finger deep into her pussy once again. Then, with all my might, I rammed my hard cock between her legs, sliding my hands underneath her buttocks, lifting her up to the precise angle. She gasped as I guided it into her. I felt a little sorry for her, because I could see that she was scared. It was her first time, all right, and she didn't know how to enjoy it yet In a way, fucking is like eating caviar. You've got to develop a taste for the thing, which is something that my daughter Glenda had not done yet
"Don't worry honey," I said reassuringly, kissing her on her face, on her rosy cheeks, and on the erogenous regions of her neck and throat. Slowly she started to respond, meeting my thrusts and lunges with thrusts and lunges of her own. Her pelvis started to gyrate, and her pussy was running with juices, sopping wet as the teeth of her cunt chewed away at my cock. She pulled it into her with her strong vaginal muscles, sucking at it, hauling it squeezing it like a child that squeezes a balloon.
The two of us were rolling on the bed, locked in a deadly embrace. In a second, she had me down on my back, riding me just like a stallion. She got up, throwing her hands into the air, her breasts jiggling like two globes, her hard red nipples shimmering with traces of sweat
My horn was imbedded deep inside of her womb, and she was sliding up and down on it, licking her lips with her tongue, sighing with delight
"Ahhhh..." she screamed, at the very moment when I released my load. It shot into her rapidly, thick and creamy as it squirted out. She screamed again and again, milking it out pulling it into her with every ounce of strength in her body.
I reached up and grabbed the pink cones of her breasts and pinched them. Slowly I pulled her down from a sitting position, so that her face met mine. I kissed her gently on her little white nose, and I soothed her damp back with my hands. After patting her gently on her bottom, I pulled my erection out of her.
"Why did you do that for?" she asked.
"Quick," I said. "Go and wash out your cunt. I don't want you getting pregnant or anything. You know, those things can happen. I'd feel like hell if I was the father of my own grandchild. Go on, wash yourself."
"How?" she asked.
"With water," I replied. "How else? There's a little rubber hose in the bathroom. Attach it to the faucet and shoot the water into your cunt. It'll get the sperm out."
"But I don't want to," replied Glenda. "I like the way it feels inside of me. It's nice and sticky and gooey. Does mom use the hose after you're done fucking her?"
"I don't want to talk about your mother," I replied.
"Why not?" said Glenda. "Am I a better lay than her? Tell me Daddy, do I give a better fuck than she does?"
"Go wash up," I ordered.
She did as I said, and I watched from the bedroom as she sponged her sticky cunt in the adjoining toilet. She shot the water inside of her hole, which was a bit ticklish and made her laugh. Then she mopped everything out with a rag, and then she took a little perfume and dabbed it on her inner thighs.
"Am I a good girl?" she asked. "I did everything that you told me."
"Sure you are," I replied. "Come over here and climb up beside me."
"Oh, I love you Daddy," she sighed.
"I suppose."
"Are you angry with me?"
"No," I replied. "It wasn't your fault."
"It wasn't anyone's fault," she whispered. "Why should anyone be to blame? What happened between us was beautiful. You enjoyed fucking me, and I enjoyed getting fucked. That should be the only important thing."
I don't know why, but I suddenly slapped her across her face: "That's not the only important thing, you bitch. What we did was evil. Incest is forbidden, because it's immoral. You're my daughter, and I should never have let things get out of control. I should have stopped myself right in the beginning."
Glenda started to cry from my slap. She brushed her fingers across her reddened cheek, and then she put her fingers into her mouth and started to suck on them. As I watched the tears roll out of her calf-like eyes, like large pear shaped diamonds, I knew that I couldn't be angry with her for long. I put my arms over her shoulders and pulled her close to me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"That's all right," she replied. "I forgive you."
She looked at me, reaching down with her hands. She grabbed hold of my limp, flaccid penis and started to play with it very innocently.
"It looks like a little worm, Daddy."
"Do you like it that way?"
"No," she replied. "I like it better when it's standing up, firm and hard."
"Then make it hard."
"How?" she teased. "You know how." I replied.
She tickled it very gently, after which she bent over and she laved it with her tongue. She gave it five or six hard licks until it stiffened and grew firm once again. I turned to her and wanted to slap her again in the face, when suddenly I melted. Maybe, I'm just a weak man?
When she whispered: "Take me Daddy," I couldn't resist. I pulled her down and my young daughter Glenda and I had sexual intercourse for the second time in less than an hour.
CHAPTER TWO
I don't suppose that matters would have gotten out of hand between me and Glenda, if my wife Cindy had been halfway normal about the sex thing. Let me tell you something about her, so you'll know what I mean.
The first time I met Cynthia was in my senior year at City College. I didn't care too much for her at the time because she was such a snotty bitch, always walking with her nose pointed up in the air.
I guess Cindy fell in love with me, because I wasn't like the other boys she knew. I wasn't always fawning after her like a lovesick puppy. I didn't give a damn for her phony pretensions. Actually I even tried to avoid her in the beginning, and believe me when I tell you that I had no intention whatsoever of marrying her.
But Cindy had different plans for me, and in a way, you might say, she tricked me into it. You should have seen the way she went after me, in the beginning, chasing me all over the campus, always bumping into me, always bothering me till I thought I would go out of my mind.
At first I resisted her wiles, but finally I gave in and asked her for a date. I'll never forget that night for as long as I live. It was a warm Friday evening toward the end of May. I picked Cindy up about eight, and we took the subway to Broadway, where we saw some creepy movie, the name of which escapes me at the moment. We did a little necking inside, and afterwards we went to Howard Johnson's for some ice cream.
All in all, it started out as a pretty simple date, and I got her back to her apartment, in Brooklyn, where she lived with her parents and her older sister, at about a quarter to twelve that night. We stood around in the hallway a bit and we talked about the movie, and about school and about the weather-ordinary things, just ordinary things.
Then suddenly, she turned to me and said: "Paul, you know I'm in love with you. Why do you always avoid me? I can't understand it at all. I practically had to beg you to take me out. What's wrong?"
Her words caught me off guard, and I didn't know what to say.
"What'sthe matter Paul" she repeated. "Don't you like the way I look."
Oh, she was a beautiful girl all right. Her black hair was long and silky, and she was wearing a bright green sweater that fitted tightly against the curve of her soft bosom. She walked up to me and threw her arms around my neck, and looked straight into my face.
"You know," she whispered. "I can be real nice to you, honey. I'm a pretty liberal girl, and I kind of like you."
She pressed herself up against me and she kissed me hard against the mouth. My hands shot around her waist. They trembled as they inched their way down the small of her back. I half expected her to slap me as my fingers fell onto her ass. But she didn't do a thing.
"Don't be scared," she said. "I don't mind."
I rubbed up her ass nice and softly, squeezing and pinching her buttocks, rubbing her thighs. Slowly I bent down and pulled up her skirt. Underneath she was wearing a pair of silk stockings which made a soft purr of a sound as my hands rubbed against them. I reached up to her lace panties and I could feel that she was wet at the crotch. I rubbed her pussy through her panties, and I could feel the swollen folds of her labia responding to my touch. She moaned as I massaged the warmth of her inner thigh.
"Oh, Paul that's good," she whispered into my ear.
I was surprised. You've got to remember that this was my first date with her, and I never expected to get this far-not on the first date at least. Most of the other guys that had taken her out reported that she was a cold fish, and that the most they had ever gotten out of her was a french kiss and feel through her clothes. And to get that far with her, they had to take her out at least six or seven times.
But here I was, after the first date, with my hands up her dress, rubbing up her pussy and she wasn't even trying to stop me. I started to sweat all over, and my cock grew hard and erect, pressing against my pants. Because we were standing close to one another, she must have felt it. She looked up at me and she smiled sweetly
"You're a big boy," she said. "I can tell that you're real big. Come on inside."
She opened the door to her apartment and in we went. Her parents were fast asleep, and the place was dark and musky smelling. We couldn't go to her bedroom, because her sister was in there, so we ended up in the kitchen.
"Do you like me?" she asked.
"Sure I like you," I replied, my erection still pressing against my trousers.
"I can see how much you like me," she smiled, licking her lips with her tongue.
She walked up to me and reached down toward my zipper and pulled open my fly as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Her fingers climbed inside, and she pulled out my organ, so that it was sticking out of my pants, pointed up in the air.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Okay," she nodded. "I don't mind. But in the ass. Did you ever fuck a girl in the ass?"
"No," I whispered. "Why can't we do it the way it's supposed to be done?"
"Cause we can't," she replied. "I want to be a virgin. You can do it to me in the ass, but you better make it fast or my parents will hear us and wake up. I'd hate for them to find us in here."
Cindy turned around, facing the wall. I walked over and gently hiked up her skirt. I undid her garter belt, and then rolled off her stockings one at a time. Next I pulled down her panties around her knees, so that the naked white mounds of her buttocks were completely exposed. I bent down and kissed them, rubbing her legs with my fingers. Her skin was soft and warm, scented with a most delightful sexual aroma. I pulled apart the cheeks of her buttocks, and inserted my middle finger into her tight little rectum. She giggled.
"That tickles, Paul."
I kissed her ass and bit it and licked the soft, silky white flesh with my hot tongue. I reached underneath and fumbled for her clitoris, tracing the outline of her pussy with my fingernails. She cried ever so softly, as I grabbed the slippery honey pearl between my thumb and forefinger and stroked it. I kept stroking it till she almost screamed.
"Ohhhh. ... stop it," she warned. I'll wake my parents up. Stop doing that to me."
"But I want you to enjoy it," I replied. "You won't enjoy it if I do it to you in the ass."
"Let me be the judge of that," she whispered. "Go on and do it to me. Slide your cock into my ass-hole. I like it best that way."
"Don't you like it the normal way?" I asked.
"Oh stop asking me so many stupid questions," she chafed. "I can't stand waiting for you to do it to me. My stupid sister will be coming out of her room any minute now. Come on, make it quick."
I slid up against her from the back, cupping my hands around her tits as I jammed my prick into her ass. She moved herself real nice, shaking her bottom as I made the initial penetration. If you ever fucked a girl in the ass, you know that it's tight. That's the way it was once I was inside of Cindy. I felt as though I was getting squeezed to death as I rubbed myself against her. I massaged her breasts with my fingers, and I kissed her tenderly on the erogenous regions of her neck and below her hair. She cooed softly and I could tell that she was enjoying every minute of it.
Well, it didn't take me long to come inside of her. I just shot my load squirt after squirt, as she crossed her legs, yanking at my cock with her whole body.
"Ahhhhh...." she finally sighed when it was all over. She bent down and she kissed my cock and licked it off till it was clean and bone dry. Then she put it into my pants and she zipped me up.
She pulled up her panties, snapping them against her tummy. Then she rolled on her stockings, clipping the edges with the buckles of her garter belt. After wards, she patted down her skirt and brushed back her beautiful black hair.
"You know, Paul," she whispered. I can feel you come, all warm and sticky inside of my ass. Boy you sure shot a big load."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Sure I did, but I don't want you to get any ideas or anything like that."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Well, you know how boys are. Once they get inside a girl's dress, they go around and brag all over the place. I've got a reputation, and I'd like to keep it."
"I know what you mean," I answered. "My lips are sealed. By the way, do you do this with everyone on the first date."
Cindy suddenly shot a dirty look at me, her eyes filled with venom. "What the hell do you mean by that? Do you think I'm a tramp? You're the first boy that ever did that to me. The most I ever let a boy do was put his hands underneath my skirt and feel me up."
"Then why did you make an exception with me."
"Because I love you and because you're going to marry me one day."
"How do you know?"
"I know," smiled Cindy. I'm the kind of girl that gets whatever she wants. You'll marry me all right You haven't got a chance Paul, not a chance in the world."
I know that I shouldn't have gotten involved, not after she warned me. But I was irresistibly drawn to her, like a moth to a flame. We started going out pretty regularly, and after a couple of months we went steady. During all that time, I must confess Cindy never let me fuck her-the normal way, that is. She let me put it into her ass. She'd give me pretty good hand jobs, and she didn't mind sucking me off. But when it came to a good, old fashioned lay, it was strictly taboo.
Maybe that's what kept me chasing after her? Because I wanted to get into her cunt, and she wouldn't let me, it became an obsession with me. I kept thinking, visualizing in my mind what it would be like to stick it in between her legs, to shove it into her slit, to jack it off inside of her pussy.
"Sorry," Cindy would say. "But you can't get all of me until after we get married. I'm still a virgin, you know, and I intend to remain a virgin."
"What the hell kind of a virgin, do you think you are?" I would reply.
I'm a technical virgin," she would laugh, waving her hands in the air as she dismissed my arguments.
Finally, like a schmuck, I took the big plunge. I asked her to marry me. In the beginning I was pretty happy about the arrangement. You see, I sort of fell in love with Cindy, and they say love is blind.
But soon I started to awaken to certain things. I learned that Cindy was frigid as an iceberg. Yes, that's what I said. She was a cold, cold fish. She didn't enjoy sex, and during our courtship, she had only pretended to enjoy herself because she wanted to lure me into marriage.
When I wanted to fuck her, she would make all kinds of excuses not to. Either she had a headache, or she was too tired, or she had to wake up early the next morning or she wanted to watch the late movie-excuses, excuses, always excuses.
When she let me do it to her, it was as though she was doing me a favor. Believe me it can be rather disconcerting when a woman yawns just as you're about to have your orgasm.
At first I thought that it might be my fault, that I wasn't a good lover. I read books, I went to lectures, I even saw a marriage counselor and asked for his advice. Still, there was no way that I could thaw her out. Cindy simply didn't like sex, especially intercourse, and on those rare occasions when she did let me do it to her, I ended up feeling disgusted with myself. Maybe we would have been able to straighten matters out, if Cindy would at least have acknowledged that she had a problem. The funny thing is that she didn't think that there was anything wrong with her.
I'm not crazy," she would scream at me during our regular arguments. "Why the hell do you think that I should go to a shrink? I think that you're the one who's crazy, always wanting to fuck me. You get home from work, and that's the only thing that you have on your mind."
"But it's normal," I would say to her.
"It's dirty, and it's ugly," she would shout. "There's nothing normal about it. If you want to do it to me, then go ahead. But don't expect me to enjoy it, because I won't."
"Don't you love me anymore?" I would ask.
"Of course I love you," she would cry. "But sex isn't love. Love is something that's wholesome. Love is soft and love is sweet. Sex is sweaty and dirty. Why isn't it enough just to hold me quietly? Why do you always grab for me, trying to touch my cunt as though it were a treasure? Why can't you leave me alone?"
The situation got worse and worse, culminating finally after the birth of our daughter Glenda. You see, Cindy had a rather difficult childbirth, and when she got back from the hospital she was full of venom.
I'll never go through that again," she told me.
Ever since that day the two of us have lived apart. We still continued to sleep in the same bedroom, but in separate beds. I tried many times to seduce her, and once when I was drunk I even tried to force her to have sex with me. But Cindy simply refused, and there was nothing I could do about it, absolutely nothing.
I know what most of you are thinking at this moment. You're probably wondering why I haven't divorced her? Well, that's a hard question to answer. I probably should have dumped her right in the beginning, but there was something about her that I didn't want to lose. Aside from our conjugal difficulty, Cindy was a model wife, a good cook, a wonderful homemaker and a fantastic companion. If the two of us didn't have an exciting marriage, at least it was a comfortable one. We had a beautiful daughter, a nice house, a business that was thriving, a good social life, and separation was simply out of the question.
As far as sex goes, my wife Cindy didn't mind if I got it out in the streets.
"Look, sweetie," she said to me on more than one occasion. "There are plenty of good looking whores. I'll understand if you do it with them, just as long as you're discreet You know I wouldn't want any kind of a scandal, especially for Glenda's sake."
The years passed by quickly and I watched my beautiful daughter Glenda grow from a mere snip of a girl, into a comely young adolescent with a round warm body that was so reminiscent of her mother's body. In fact, Glenda turned into a carbon copy of her mother with the same long, flowing hair, and the same soft, succulent body that curved so delightfully.
I guess I couldn't help what happened between me and her on that Sunday morning. I tried to stop myself. I tried very hard, but there was no way for me to turn back. I know incest is a sin, an evil forbidden act, and yet that first time was impossible for me to resist.
CHAPTER THREE
After that brief encounter on that Sunday afternoon, I never touched my daughter for the next four years. I will admit, quite candidly that I dreamed about her, that I lusted after her, that I wanted her sweet cunt with my entire body and soul.
Yet, I could not get away from my puritan upbringing, from the belief that incest is a mortal sin, which should be avoided at all costs. In spite of the fact that my relationship with my wife Cindy, sweet bitchy Cindy, had deteriorated to the point that we were sleeping in separate bedrooms, I could not bring myself to surrender to my daughter although she tried on many occasions to seduce me.
"Cm on daddy," she would whisper, when we were alone. "We've done it once, why not try it again?"
When we sat in the dining room, she would purposely seat herself next to me, and while I was eating, she would put her hands on my lap like a little devil and stroke my legs and my crotch. She used to laugh secretly as she watched me blush, and tremble and cough as though I had been seized by a nervous spasm. Glenda played all lands of games with me, walking naked in front of me, rubbing her belly, and calling me into her bedroom.
In spite of it all, I resisted, throwing myself into my work and my business. I tried to forget about sex, and sublimated my sexual desires into the world of commerce. The pursuit of money can sometimes be as exciting and as invigorating as the pursuit of some nice round tail.
I opened up a small basement factory, manufacturing plastic laundry bags, an idea which soon caught on very big and made me a millionaire. People envied me, looking to me for advice, for words of wisdom.
"You know," my friend Jack once said to me. "If I were you I should be the happiest man in the world. You've got a wonderful wife and daughter and a prosperous business. What more can a man want out of life?"
Yes, Jack was right! Outwardly, for appearance, I had everything. You should have seen how my wife Cindy would snuggle up to me when we were in public. She acted like the most affectionate woman in the world, kissing my cheeks, holding my hand, rubbing herself against me when we danced. You can't believe how affectionate she was, when we were out in public.
But as soon as we got home, it all changed, and she dried up like a prune. We had sex once in awhile, but it was insipid, perfunctory sex which didn't satisfy me at all. It was almost like masturbating, when I had sex with Cindy. She would lie underneath me, taut and rigid, as I drilled my cock into her. Afterwards, she would make me pull out, and she would either roll over and go to sleep, or she would go to the room next door and sleep there.
Often I would think of Glenda, and would be tempted to go to her for the love which I so desperately needed. Something always held me in check as I bit my lips and tried to make her image disappear from my mind.
The years passed, and Cindy and I grew further and further apart. She had her friends, and her parties, and her political activities, while I had my business to take care of. By that time, Glenda had grown from puberty into maturity, becoming a tall, comely woman of delightful proportions.
After graduating from high school, she went away to an out of town college, seldom coming home to visit us. I was genuinely saddened by her absence and I found myself thinking about her almost every day, writing her letters, and eagerly awaiting her replies. The house in West Hampton, where we lived, seemed empty and barren with Glenda gone, and Cindy was no comfort at all to me. She treated me as though I were some distant relative, smiling at me once in awhile, but not really paying any attention to me.
I found that I no longer wanted to come home, and I would call Cindy every once in a while and tell her that I was going to stay in the city for the evening, because I had some work to do. Usually I went down to the Commerce Club, on Seventy-Ninth street and I would chew the rag with my old cronies, discussing business trends, and politics, and occasionally playing a hand of poker.
One night in late November, while I was having dinner at the club, I noticed a young, beautiful waitress who was serving one of the tables at the other end of the dining room. She was wearing a blue and white uniform, that hugged the curves of her body in a most delightful manner. Her flaming red hair was cut short, falling in ringlets about her neck and throat.
I had had a little too much to drink, and I felt brash and cocky. This young girl (she couldn't have been older than twenty) excited me and I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my whole life. I stared at the round curve of her creamy white calves as she pranced across the carpeted floor of the dining room, like a proud filly.
"Oh Miss," I called to her, when she passed by.
"Yes...?"
"Nothing...," I replied.
For the next several evenings, I continued to admire my beautiful waitress, staring at the softness of her jiggling buttocks, at the paleness of her pure white skin, at the gracefulness of her delicate step.
One night I waited for her when she came out of the club, and I offered to drive her home. I was sure that she would refuse me, and I was truly surprised when she accepted. She sat down in the seat beside me and she told me that she lived in an apartment in the Village.
"Do you live alone?" I asked, letting my hand fall onto her knee.
"Yes," she replied. Then, without flinching, "Would you kindly remove your hand from my leg? I'm not a whore that you can have for the asking."
"I'm sorry," I replied. "I didn't realize..."
She wouldn't let me complete my sentence. "I know your land," she said. "I've seen the way you've been staring at me, watching me all week. I could feel your hot breath on my back whenever I passed by your table. You want to fuck me, don't you? Isn't that the reason that you waited for me, in front of the club? I'll bet that you expect me to invite you up to my apartment for a drink, and then you probably expect me to take off my skirt and blouse and ask you to stay for the night. Isn't that how it's supposed to be done?"
"Don't be angry with me," I protested. "It's true that I've been watching you, and it's true that I want you very badly. You can't imagine how badly I want you. But, if you say no, then I'll simply go away."
"You know, my name is Lillian," the girl suddenly said to me. "What's yours?"
"Paul," I replied.
"That's a nice, simple name. Paul-l like the way it rolls out of my tongue. You know that you're a very handsome man. You're rich, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"I always find rich men terribly charming," said Lillian. "They seem so poised, so full of confidence. Do you want to spend the night with me? Do you want to fuck me? I'm a very good lay, you know."
"I can imagine."
"You know that I'm an art student," said Lillian. "I'm very talented. I only work as a waitress to put myself through school."
"Where do you go?" I asked.
"N.Y.U., " replied the red-haired girl. "If you wish, you may put your hand back on my knee."
"What?" I asked, not able to understand this girl who turned hot and cold in such a brief period of time. At first she was screaming at me, and insulting me, and now she was asking me to put my hand on her leg. What the hell was her game?
"I'm just playing with you," said the girl. I like to play with men, especially if they're self-confident. I like to watch the way they will react. If they pass my test, then they get invited up to my apartment for a little treat."
"Did I pass?? "
"With flying colors," laughed the girl, as she bent over me and gave me a little peck of a kiss on my chin.
Lillian's apartment was large and spacious, covered with her paintings which were interesting and full of promise. The furniture was cheap and second hand, and there were books strewn all over the floor.
"Pretty messy, huh?" said Lillian, as she walked over to the bar and got me a drink. I loosened my tie, and sat on the olive green convertible sofa, watching her as she strolled towards me. Her boobs jiggled nicely, and she held her head high in the air, arrogantly.
"How much do you pay for this dump?" I asked.
"A hundred and fifty," replied Lillian.
"Tomorrow you move out," I said impetuously. "Find yourself a better place, buy new furniture. I don't want you living in a dump."
"And how am I going to afford a better place?" asked Lillian. "I only make so much as a waitress at the club."
"Oh yes, you'll quit that job too. I'll take care of everything. You are now officially working for me, as a secretary. How does that sound to you?"
The girl's eyes lit up, shining brightly, as she handed me the drink. She sat beside me on the couch, and she pecked at my fingers, kissing me lightly.
"How shall I repay you for your kindness and generosity?" she asked, smiling slyly. This was a smart bitch, a real smart bitch. I put my drink down on the floor, and I slid my hand underneath her dress, up along her leg, to the warmth of her soft, inner thighs. She jumped up, coughing, moaning. My hands gently kneaded and stroked the softness of her trembling flesh. I reached for the elastic fringe of her panties, pulling it open, sliding my fingers underneath, gently climbing along the milky smoothness of her inner thigh, up to the slit of her cunt.
"I'm wet," she said. "Go on, and feel it. My pussy is wet, just for you."
My fingers traced the outline of her cunt, gently brushing against the fatty flesh of her moist labial tissue, pushing through the drape-like folds that guarded the entrance to the garden of earthly de-lights. I slowly worked my way into her cunt, into the deep, dark, moist cavern which flowed with honey juices.
"Do you like my cunt?" she asked. "It's nice and soft, and wet."
"Undress me," said the girl, smiling. "We've been waiting too long. We've been waiting much too long."
I gently unbuttoned her blouse, and slid it over her arms, folding it neatly over the back of a chair. Then I fumbled with the hooks of her brassiere, gently liberating her large, milky white breasts. My fingers gently fell to her nipples, squeezing and pinching as the girl squealed with delight. I buried my face in her cleavage, biting her breasts with my teeth, sucking on them, the way a little child would suck on his mother's teat.
Slowly my face traveled down, past her stomach, to her navel. I inserted my tongue into her belly button, into the fragrant, shallow crevice, licking her hard, kissing her with my lips, biting her with my teeth.
The girl stood up, as I unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the wooden floor.
"Do you want to smell my panties?" asked the girl, staring innocently into my eyes. She tugged at the elastic waistband of her wet undergarments, pulling them over the hump of her buttocks, rolling them across her thighs and calves, letting them fall in a puddle at her ankles. When she threw the wet panties in my face, I didn't know what to do, and I held them stupidly, as I looked at the perfect smoothness of her naked white body.
"What are you waiting for?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You look like a fool, holding my panties. Smell them. Go on, put them to your nose and smell them. Lick them just like a dog."
I must confess that the proposition did not excite me, and I felt rather disgusted by it. She saw my inhibition, and she came over to me and gently nuzzled the undergarments to my nose.
"They're covered with my juices," she said. "They're wet and fragrant with the smell of my pussy. Don't be afraid to enjoy the smell. Close your eyes and inhale."
I breathed deeply, filling my nostrils with the exquisite aroma which emanated from Lillian's panties. My head spun around, and my eyes bulged in my head, as I began to shake and shiver.
"They smell good, don't they?"
"Yes," I replied. "I like them very much. I've never smelled anyone's panties before. I shall have to do so more frequently."
"Are you married?" asked Lillian, suddenly.
"Yes."
"Your wife doesn't understand you, I'll bet."
"She understands me, all too well," I replied. "Does she fuck good?" I laughed.
"What's the matter?? " asked Lillian. "What's so funny?"
"Oh nothing," I replied. "It just struck me as being very funny when you asked me if my wife fucks."
"Well, doesn't she?"
"Frankly, no," I replied. "My wife doesn't like to fuck. It displeases her. Even when we were still newlyweds, she didn't like me to stick my cock into her cunt. There's something wrong with her. The act of fucking disgusts her. She-likes everything else, except the one thing that really counts."
"I see."
"My wife and I are almost completely estranged," I continued. "She's very much concerned with politics and all that kind of crap. She has no time for me. I hardly come home anymore. What the hell is there for me to come home to?"
"You poor man," said Lillian.
I unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to the floor. Then I quickly rolled down my Jockey shorts, exposing my large organ to Lillian's curious eyes. She walked over to me, and she grabbed hold of it, as though it was a pump handle, and she started to jerk at it with all of her strength, ripping it eagerly with her fingernails. Tiny droplets of come trickled out of the tip, onto her hands. She gently massaged the lubricating cream into the long, throbbing shaft of my cock, tickling my balls as she lightly brushed across them with her fingernails.
"Lie down," she said.
When I was down on the floor, lying flat on my back, she straddled over me, squatting down so that her cunt was directly over my face. I licked her up, the way a dog would lick a bitch, jumping wildly. Soon she moved over my cock, and she eased herself onto it, shaking her ass, gyrating her hips as my organ became imbedded in the murky softness of her wet cunt
I thrust up against her with my pelvis, as she gently chewed up my cock with the teeth of her cunt, rubbing it, and squeezing it till it ached with wild passions. It didn't take me more than a couple of minutes to shoot my load, ramming myself deep inside of her.
When it was over, she sat down beside me, on the floor, lighting up a cigarette. She seemed a little sad, and I wanted to cheer her up.
"What's the matter?" I asked. "Didn't you enjoy yourself?"
"How could I?" she asked. "You didn't give me a chance."
"What?"
"You didn't wait for me," she said, beating my chest with her fists. "What's the matter with you? Couldn't you wait just a couple more minutes?"
When I realized what she was talking about, I felt like a complete fool, like a bumbling idiot. In my eagerness, in my anticipation, I had neglected the most important element in the sexual encounter, namely my partner's satisfaction. I had taken her, like a pig, without regard for her pleasure.
"I'm sorry," I said. "Please forgive me. I was stupid."
"How can I forgive you?" asked the girl. "I feel like I'm being torn apart. My cunt is still churning, and my ass feels like it's being stabbed by a thousand needles. I hate men who only take me half way to paradise."
"I'm sorry, only it's been so long since I've had a real woman that I wasn't thinking."
"Make it up to me," said the girl, rubbing her naked belly in an obscene and provocative manner, moistening her lips with her long, lascivious tongue.
"I don't know if I have another shot left in me," I said, looking down at my limp, flaccid cock, feeling guilty and ashamed.
"How long will it take you to get hard again?"
"Maybe an hour; maybe less."
"I can't wait that long," said Lillian, rolling across the floor. "Go into the kitchen. Get a carrot out of the refrigerator. Make it quick."
"A carrot?" I said stupidly.
"Don't ask questions," replied the girl. "Get the carrot, pronto."
I obeyed her command, having only a vague idea what she had in mind. Did she want me to jerk her off with the carrot? That was a possibility, but it seemed so strange that I dismissed it. Maybe she was hungry, maybe she wanted to eat the carrot? That too was a possibility, but again it was stupid.
When I returned, she was still on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, so that the red slit of her juicy cunt was clearly visible.
"Stick it into me," said Lillian.
"What?"
"The carrot, you fool," whispered the girl, rubbing her breasts with her fingers. "Don't keep me waiting. Stick the carrot into my cunt."
I held the long orange vegetable nervously, my heart palpitating, my fingers trembling. I bent down on my knees, sticking my face between the girl's thighs, kissing the hot wet meat of her legs with my mouth. I grabbed her clitoris between my teeth, and I bit it, exerting an exhilarating friction to its surface.
It seemed to me as though she was gasping for breath, for air, as she writhed wildly on the wooden floor, shaking her hips and her pelvis in an obscene manner, opening and closing her legs, as she gestured with her hands.
The carrot! the carrot!"
As I had just taken it out of the refrigerator, it was slightly cold, and I didn't think it proper to insert it into her cunt. I took the carrot, and I licked it with my tongue, covering it with sticky saliva. Then I ran it up and down her body, across her neck and throat, down to her cleavage, past her pink and white breasts.
"Now," she gasped. "Don't make me wait, Paul. Please don't make me wait. I'll never forgive you."
"Don't worry, baby," I said, smiling. "Don't you worry about a damn thing. I'm going to take real good care of your sweet, juicy cunt."
I took the carrot and very gently worked it between her legs, inserting it gently into her pubic orifice. It sunk inside of her womb, the way a stone would sink into soft, hot, wet mud. Gently the carrot became imbedded inside of her throbbing vagina, sinking deeper and deeper into the quicksand of a young girl's sexuality.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
"Don't talk," she said, moaning. "Move it into me. Jerk me off! Please jerk me off I'!!"
I began to move the carrot rhythmically inside of her hole, turning it first clockwise, and then counterclockwise, drilling it into her gently and then fiercely. The girl responded to each of my motions, with complementary motions of her own, bumping and grinding with her hips and her pelvis.
"Are you almost there?" I asked, as I began to increase the pace, ramming the carrot into her faster and faster.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. I could see that she was near the top of the mountain. She was only inches away, and running fast and furiously. She lifted her buttocks up in the air, and she bucked her cunt like a wild mare, riding the wild dreams of her erotic imagination.
"Oh shit!!!" she screamed again. "I can feel it. I can really feel it."
Suddenly an earthquake broke across her body, as she jumped into the air, madly, feverishly, flinging her arms and her legs. The room was filled with the aroma of her feminine scent, and the sound of the carrot squishing inside of her cunt permeated the atmosphere.
The orgasm which Lillian finally experienced lasted for what seemed to be at least fifteen minutes. I have always been amazed by the enormous pleasure which a woman can obtain from sexual intercourse. If a man can make his orgasm last more than a minute, he is lucky. But a woman can sometimes make it go on for what seems to be an eternity.
I envied Lillian, as I watched her roll across the floor, the carrot imbedded inside of her cunt. A warm, liquid glow rippled through her feminine flesh as she thrashed around like a fish in pursuit of her satisfaction. When it was finally over, she was completely exhausted, covered with a veneer of sweat, her red curls drenched and sweaty.
"That was good," she said. "That really was good."
I moved to pull the carrot out of her cunt, but she shook her head and told me to leave it inside of her.
"A carrot is always hard," she said. "A carrot can never get soft. Never!"
"Do you like it better than a man?" I asked.
"Sometimes. When I was a little girl, I always used to make love to myself with a carrot. After a shower, I would roll across the floor in the bathroom, with my special carrot, sticking it inside of me and pretending that it was a man."
"Young girls do strange things," I said laughing. "I could never understand young girls. I have a daughter named Glenda. She's just about your age. She started college two months ago."
'Is she pretty?"
"She's beautiful," I said.
"Did you ever want to fuck her?" asked Lillian. "I'll bet that every father has wanted to fuck his daughter. It's true, isn't it? I can tell by the way you're looking at me that it's true."
"Leave me alone," I said.
"So sorry," laughed the girl. "I didn't know that it was such a touchy subject with you. Have you ever made an advance at your daughter? I'll bet that you did. Your face is turning red, Paul. I think that I've struck a nerve."
"Listen," I said. "Just cool it. I don't want to talk about my daughter. Dig?? "
"I had a brother once," said Lillian. "He was a big ox of a brother, with the biggest muscles that you ever did see. He used to masturbate while I watched him. He was a very odd bird, always masturbating. He tried to rape me once, when he was drunk as a ass. I shoved him away and he fell on the floor and almost killed himself."
"It's funny, but I never pictured you with a brother," I said. "Where does your family live?"
"They live out west," replied Lillian. "My father has a farm in Idaho. He wanted me to marry the son of a rancher, but I refused. I packed up and came East to seek my fortune. My father cut me off from the family fortune. He warned me that if I didn't come back and marry Johnny, that's the boy's name, then he wouldn't have a thing to do with me."
"So what happened?"
"I told my father to fuck himself. I mean, the crumb tried to fuck me more than once. What the hell did I need him for? I figure that I'll make it on my own. What do you think."
"Sure you'll make it," I said, bending over and kissing her on her face. I don't know what it was about the girl, but I found myself falling strangely in love with her. I brushed my fingers across her breasts, rubbing her nipples until they stiffened in my palms.
"Can I take the carrot out of your cunt?" I asked.
"Sure," the girl said. "I'm satisfied. Go on and pull it out. Eat it, if you want to. Save a bite for me."
I reached between her thighs, and I extracted the warm, wet carrot from Lillian's delightful pussy. The vegetable was covered with her juices, soaked through and through with her feminine scent. I put it into my mouth and I bit off the tip and chewed it with my teeth, mashing it and then swallowing it.
Tastes good? Huh?"
Tastes great," I replied. 'It just tastes great."
Lillian looked down at my cock, and she saw that it was beginning to grow. She watched it and she smiled, just like a woman. Her eyes glowed fiendishly, devilishly. She reached up with her hands and she grabbed my phallus and she slapped it hard with her palms.
"I think that you're alive again," she said.
"Sure I'm alive," I replied. "I'm more alive than I ever was. Eating the carrot gave me strength."
"Do you want me?" asked the girl, getting up from where she was lying.
"Sure I want you," I said, staring at her round, soft buttocks. I had never seen such a delightful little ass, so perfectly shaped, like two half moons.
"Do you want me?" she repeated.
"Yes!!"
Then come and get me, Cock," she laughed. "Come and get me."
I jumped to my feet, running after her. She eluded me for almost ten minutes, dodging under chairs, and behind tables. I finally tackled her in the bathroom, and we made sweet love to the ominous gurgling of the toilet bowl
CHAPTER FOUR
I kept my promise and found Lillian a nice little apartment in Brooklyn Heights, with a glorious view that overlooked the river. I had a decorator, a real swishy sort, do the place over from head to toe. All in all, it proved to be a rather expensive gesture, but well worth the price when I saw the expression on Lillian's face. She was ecstatic.
"It's beautiful darling!!!" she exclaimed. It's simply beautiful!!!"
The day that she moved in, the two of us celebrated with dinner at a fashionable little French restaurant on Fifty-Ninth Street, just off Central Park. It was a cool evening, toward the end of December, a week before Christmas, and we could see shoppers, loaded down with bundles, rushing down the streets.
"I feel wonderful," Lillian said, thumbing through the menu. "Your wife must be a real goose, treating you the way she does. You know what I would do, if I were married to you? I wouldn't let you get out of my sight for a second. You're the most wonderful man I've ever met, and I really mean it."
"You're not so bad yourself," I smiled. "You've got a nice little ass on you, and you really know how to move it. You're a goddamn good lay."
Dinner was excellent The waiter brought us something that I can't even pronounce, much less describe, but which tasted great anyway. Afterwards, I washed the meal down with half a bottle of red wine. Lillian and I held hands like two teen-agers, while a violinist played sweetly in the background.
She was wearing a white linen pants suit and when she removed the jacket I could see the full curve of her bosom standing up against the thin material of her white jersey blouse. She wasn't wearing a brassiere underneath so that her hard nipples were clearly visible.
"You like them?" she suddenly asked. "You're staring just like a school boy."
"Sure I like them," I laughed. "But why don't you wear a brassiere?? It's more decent if you know what I mean."
"So what?" asked Lillian, slightly wicked, as she rolled her tongue against her thick red lips. "Did you see the way the waiter stared at me? Do you think that he wants to fuck me? I'll bet he does!! "
"Well he's human. When he sees your breasts, practically naked, you can't blame him for staring."
Lillian laughed: "I don't mind. I mean, I rather enjoy being leered at by horny men. It makes me feel sexually attractive."
"Don't talk like a tramp," I said. "I mean, I love you and it makes me uncomfortable when I hear you speak that way."
Lillian lit up a cigarette, craning her head like a swan, so that the flaming ringlets of her red hair fell softly against her neck and throat
"You know," she sighed. "I can't understand men. Why does it bother you when I speak freely about my sexual desires? Does that make me a tramp?? "
"Well...."
Lillian was a tiny bit angry: "You know, you're a chauvinist pig. Really, you are!! "
"Darling!! " I exclaimed. "There's no reason to be upset. The only thing that I said was that I thought that it would be nice if you wore a brassiere. That's all!! "
"Rut why?" she asked. "I don't like to be strapped up. I much prefer to be free. My titties like to breathe. They like to hang loose."
Lillian cupped her palms underneath her breasts, raising them up in a most obscene manner, pointing them toward me as though they were a bowl of food, and I was a hungry dog waiting to be fed.
"Do I turn you on?" she asked. "Yes...."
"I know," she laughed. "You're eating me up with your eyes. I'll bet that you want to get that hungry little mouth of yours on my naked little titties!! Wouldn't you like to suck on them, just like a child?"
I nodded.
"A sociology professor once told me that all men are basically children," Lillian continued, her mouth half open, so that I could see her wet tongue inside. "He said that this breast fixation which most men have is the result of childhood deprivation. I mean, why else would a pair of tits be so exciting?? You can't fuck them. About the only thing that you can do is suck on them."
I laughed: "Yeah, that's the only thing you can do with them all right!! Boy, would I like to grab hold of you. I would strip you naked and put you down on the bed and lick you from head to toe. I would lick you up just like a dog, till you got as wet as a bitch! !"
"Then what would you do?"
I patted myself on the chest: "Then, I would climb on top of you and fuck you till you couldn't stand it any longer."
Lillian laughed: "I think that I could always stand it longer. After all, I'm a woman and it has been proven that a woman is built much better than a man, especially when it comes to sexual pleasure. Did you know that some women can have fifty-five orgasms in a single day?"
"What?"
It's true," she continued. "You put a woman into bed and she can keep going all day. How long is a man good for? The best stud can do it three or four times,, maybe five if he takes his vitamins."
"I know what you mean," I laughed. "The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."
Suddenly Lillian asked what seemed to be a most ridiculous question: "Do you enjoy having sex with me?"
"What?"
"Really, I want to know. I'm terribly insecure, I think. I always wonder whether I please you."
"Most assuredly you do," I replied.
"That's good," Lillian replied. "Because you please me. I just go crazy when you have your cock inside of my cunt. But you know what really makes me go crazy? I practically go out of my mind when you've got your head between my legs and you eat me out."
"I rather like it myself," I replied. "Your pussy tastes better than anything in this whole stupid universe!! And you can quote me on that, if you want."
"Does it taste better than mom's apple pie?" asked Lillian.
"Much better," I replied, trying to remember the delightful aroma that I had sampled just the night before. For a moment, for an intensely delightful second, I could visualize the full, wet lips of her labia in my mind's eye. I saw a vision of her heat floating before me, and I felt as though I was burning up, like a hot coal. My cock grew harder with each succeeding second, pressing itself firmly against my pants in a most embarrassing manner. I suppose, if I was forced to get out of my seat, I would have made an extremely funny sight.
"You know," Lillian continued in a tone that was deliberately pornographic. "I have a very smelly cunt Really, I do!! There was one boy who said that he could sniff me clear across a room. My mother advised me to wash myself down there at least twice a day, and dab in some perfume to kill the odor. I never took her advice. She was terribly middle class, always as clean as a daisy."
"Your mother sounds all right," I said. "How was her sex life?"
"Not too good, I'm afraid," whispered Lillian. "I think that she didn't think too highly of the act. She once confessed to me that men were terrible creatures, always wanting to fuck all the time. She was just like your wife Cindy, always getting headaches and suffering from dizzy spells. She was obsessed with cleanliness, and I think that she took a bath five or six times a day. My father was a terribly frustrated man."
"How did they ever get a girl like you?"
"They say that they found me in a cabbage patch," laughed Lillian. "The two of them never slept together, so it might be true. Anyway, I've often wondered whether or not they were my real parents. I mean, I'm as different from them as day is from night. They're very religious people while I don't even believe in God. I think that I have a Latin temperament and that I should have been born in either France or Spain. Did you know that French women never bathe?"
"Who told you that? Your sociology professor?? "
"No, it's true," said Lillian. "The French like their sex spicy, if you know what I mean. The men there like a cunt that's been pickled for a week."
"Shush..." I warned. "We're in a restaurant. Someone will hear you."
"Who cares," replied Lillian. Then she got up in her chair and without any warning, she shouted: "FUCK THE WORLD." Then she sat down.
I think that my face must have turned a dozen different colors at that moment. I can honestly say that I was never so embarrassed in my whole life. I was tempted to end my affair with Lillian right then and there. I can't stand a woman who can't control herself.
"You're just an old fuddy-duddy," she said, seeing the painful anguish in my eyes. "Come on, let's go home. I've got something nice and hot waiting for you. A warm little muffin, if you get the picture."
I gulped, as I rose to my feet. I left a twenty dollar bill at my table, and then Lillian and I departed. When we got into a cab, I exploded.
"What was the meaning of that little outburst?" I asked. "I'll never be able to show my face in that restaurant again."
"Big deal," Lillian laughed. "The food was crummy. You won't be missing much."
"Oh, you're impossible!! ! ! " I exclaimed, as Lillian took my arm and snuggled up to me. I guess, when I saw that innocent, playful expression in her eyes, I knew that I couldn't remain angry with her for long.
"Do you forgive me?" she asked.
I nodded: "Yes, I suppose I do."
About an hour later we arrived on Decatur Street, in Brooklyn Heights, ready to spend our first night together in the newly furnished apartment. I helped Lillian off with her coat, and then with the jacket that she wore underneath.
"It's good to be alone at last," I whispered, sliding my hands around her soft, supple waist. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then another, and still another, pressing herself close to me so that I could feel the pink cones of her breasts through the jersey she was wearing.
"Oh honey!! " she squealed. "Go on and touch them!! Touch my little titties. Bend over and kiss them, why don't you?"
"I can't think of a single reason," I laughed, gently undoing the buttons of her blouse, freeing her milky breasts so that they fell into my hands like two round grapefruits. Her nipples tingled underneath my fingers, and she moaned deeply, her lips half parted.
"Paul" she whispered. "Make me feel good Paul!! Please make me feel good!!!"
I let my face fall to her throat, and then to her cleavage. I buried my mouth between the two, snowy white mounds, feeling the heat which emanated from their surface burn against my skin.
I was very, very gentle with her, treating her almost like a daughter. In many ways, she resembled Glenda, and I guess that I loved her for the incestuous memories which she inspired. She filled my loins with youth, with strength. She made me feel vital, the way a man should feel.
"Ahhh..." she cried, as I rolled her nipples in my mouth. I kissed them and squeezed them with my tongue and my teeth, leaving a trail of saliva as my mouth traveled up and down along the undulating curve of her bosom.
Slowly my fingers went down to her tight, white linen pants. I fumbled with the front, finally undoing the button at the top, slipping my hands inside, underneath her hot, sweaty panties. I could feel the feminine drippings which oozed out of her heat, as I worked my way down past her beaver patch, past that delightfully soft red beard, to the mouth of her cunt.
"Stick your fingers inside," she cried. "I can't stand to wait, Paul. Please, stick your finger into the hole!!!"
There was a tragic desperation in her voice, and it seemed as though she was the prisoner of her body, the prisoner of her sexual impulses. I wondered what her family would have thought, if they had known the type of girl they had raised? I wondered what they would have thought, if they knew what I had done to her-and what I was going to continue to do to her.
Gently, but firmly, I nuzzled my middle finger into the swollen mouth of her wet vagina. I moved it around in a circle, drilling deeper and deeper into her garden, till there was no further to go.
Lillian pressed her breasts to me as she reached down to my cock. She began to rub it through my trousers, holding it in her hand, massaging it with her nimble little fingers.
"Oh Paul," she cried. "Undress me, Paul. Undress me quickly."
I withdrew my finger from her pubis, and reached up with my hand to her hips. I gently tugged at her pants, and they went down without any difficulty. Underneath, she was wearing a pair of green opaque pantyhose, with a run on the inside of her thighs. At the crotch, the garments showed a dark discoloration, the result of her wetness.
"Take them off," she cried, as I reached between her thighs, and massaged the hot flesh that waited so eagerly for my touch. She was sopping wet, dripping like a waterfall, as she rubbed her calves together.
"Let's go into the kitchen," I said suddenly, almost on an impulse.
"Why?" she asked. "Why not into the bedroom? Don't tell me that you want to eat."
"Yeah," I laughed. "That's just what I want to do. I want to eat you up with a spoon."
"Be serious!!"
"I was never more serious in my whole life," I whispered. "I want to make you in the kitchen. I kind of like the idea of fucking you on the table."
"Well...."
I didn't wait, but scooped Lillian up in my hands and carried her into the gleaming white kitchen, lying her down on the white tablecloth. She lay there, completely limp, as I rolled off her pantyhose, and then her white bikini panties which she was wearing under them.
"You look delightful," I said, when I saw her body completely naked. Her skin was as white as alabaster, and as pure as virgin snow. Her nipples stood up, against her flattened breasts, and the crisp triangle of pubic hair which grew like a bush underneath her bellybutton was full and lush, like a tropical plant.
I opened up the refrigerator and took out a bottle of cold milk.
"What are you going to do with that?? " she asked.
"Oh, I'm going to give you a little massage, sweetheart," I whispered, pulling apart her thighs. I spilled a few drops between her legs. She jumped from the cold, but I held her down with a firm hand on her tummy. I slowly poured a little more milk on her naked flesh, and I rubbed it deep into her skin. I rubbed the milk across her breasts, and stomach, and calves. I turned her over and poured some of the milk into the crack of her ass, so that some of it spilled over onto her big, round buttocks.
"Kiss me," she begged, as I bent over and kissed her shoulders and her shoulder blades, working my way down the smooth softness of her curvy back, finally reaching the full swell of her delightful little ass. I bit her there with my teeth, so that I left a round, red mark at the dimple, near her thighs.
"Eat me," Lillian cried. "Please eat my cunt, Paul. Please lick it up."
Her legs spread wide open, and I could see the full wet folds of her labia hanging down. Her clitoris seemed to tingle as I touched it and massaged it with my thumb and forefinger, applying an exhilarating friction to its slimy surface. Soon I bent over and I kissed her pussy. She smelled great, as I filled my nose with her musky scent. It was a young, fresh, vital aroma of pure sexual desire and for a second my head seemed to spin, as though I had tasted a heady wine.
"Oh Paul," she whispered. "Climb up on the table with me. But first take off your clothes. I want to see your cock. I want to touch your balls. I want to take them into my mouth."
My face was still buried in the murky softness of her wet cunt. I licked with my tongue, inserting it into her hole, darting back and forth like a lizard. She was twisting on the table, her body churning with heat, her loins and her hips revolving in an obscene manner. There was a great big smile on her face, and her tongue hung out of the side of her wet, shiny lips.
"Oh Paul," she cried again. "I want your cock.
Please give it to me. I want to take it into my mouth."
I got up from between her legs, and off came my shirt and my pants and my shorts. Soon I was completely naked, and my penis jutted up, hard as a rock and ready for action. When Lillian saw it, a new life entered her body. It was as though I had shot a bolt of electricity into her, as she jumped up to her knees. She reached out, from where she was crouching and she grabbed hold of my prick, just the way she said that she wanted to.
"Do you want me to masturbate you?" she asked. "I can give a good hand job. I've been told that I have very gentle fingers, you know."
"By whom?" I asked.
"Oh, by people..."
"Who?" I insisted, suddenly very, very jealous. "Have you been sleeping around behind my back?"
Lillian tugged at my cock, slapping it in a playful manner. She gathered up my hot testicles and she rolled them in her palms, just like a pair of tumbling dice, scratching the outer scrotum with her long fingernails, just like a little puppy.
"Are you jealous?" she asked. "What would you say, if I told you that I ball other guys besides you?"
"I'd be pissed off," I replied, not really very enthusiastic at the prospect. In many ways I happen to be a very understanding fellow, very broadminded. But if there's one thing I don't like, it is a woman who makes out behind a guy's back. There are plenty of women I know like that, women who hop into bed at the drop of a hat. Was Lillian like that?
"Honey," I suddenly said, my hand resting on the neat curve of her left breast. "Is there anyone else in your life, besides me?"
"You're jealous, aren't you?" She laughed. Then she shook her head: "No, at the moment you're my only lover, and you don't have to worry about a thing. I'm what you might call a good girl. I only ball one man at a time. I think that promiscuity is in bad taste."
I bent over and kissed her on the lips, feeling somewhat relieved. I think I would have been shattered if she had given me a different answer. Of course, she could have been lying. But when I looked into her eyes, I knew that she wasn't.
"Oh, Paul," she laughed. "You've got nothing to worry about, really you don't!! I'm practically a virgin. Before you came into my life, I've only had three other men. The first time that I had sex, I was fifteen years old, and me and a boy from school went into the barn and we kissed a lot. Then he put his finger into my cunt, and he goosed me a little."
"Is that all?? " I asked.
"That's all," she replied. "He and I went together for about six months, and there was even some talk about the two of us getting married. It was kid stuff, if you know what I mean."
"Did you fuck him?? " I asked, intensely curious.
"No," replied Lillian. "He was just a boy and he was afraid to do it to me. He liked me to jack him off instead. He's the one who taught me how to give a good hand job."
"And who were the other two?" I asked. 'I want to know about them."
"We!!" Lillian said, making me sit down on the table, leaning her head in my lap so that her face touched my cock. "There was this one boy I met at a party, when I graduated from High School. He was a cousin of a friend of mine, and he was very, very cute. The two of us went together for a whole summer, and he and I used to fuck almost every night. He also promised to marry me. But when summer came around, he went away and I never heard of him since."
"Sounds tragic," I said.
"Oh, it happens in every girl's life," replied Lillian. "Every girl has a couple of affairs before she grows up. It's only natural."
"Who was the third guy that you made it with?" I asked as I stroked her soft, flaming red hair. "Tell me about him, why don't you?? "
"Oh, there's nothing much to ten," replied Lillian. "He was a field hand on my father's farm, a Negro."
"A black man?? "
"Yeah," said Lillian in a tone of nonchalance. "Negroes are usually black, I'm told."
"And you fucked him?? "
"Why does the thought upset you?" asked Lillian. "Would you get upset if he was a white field hand?"
"I don't know," I said after much thought. "Maybe, I would."
Lillian continued to speak: "I was seventeen at the time, and I was lonely, and one day he started to talk to me, while my parents were in town, attending a church meeting. One thing led to another, and before I knew it, he had me in the sack with him."
"Was he a good lover?" I asked. I'm told that Negroes are very good in bed."
Lillian laughed: "I'll bet that you think that they also have lots of rhythm, and that they're very good baseball players."
"You're laughing at me..." I protested.
"Sure, I'm laughing at you," Lillian replied. "He was just an ordinary man, and there was nothing extraordinary about him, except for the color of his skin, which was a little lighter than maroon."
"Well," I asked again. "How good was he in bed?"
"Fair to medium," she replied.
"Am I better?"
Lillian rolled her head over and she kissed my cock, which was still hard, though beginning to recede a bit from the inactivity.
"Well?" I asked again. "Am I better?"
"You're fishing for compliments," she replied. "I don't remember anyway. It seems like a million years ago since I knew him."
I looked down at Lillian, whose head was still cradled in my lap, and I knew that I was in love with her for better or for worse. She inspired in me feelings of warmth and tenderness, as well as a wilder feeling of intense sexual excitement. In many ways she was much cleverer than Cindy, much more intelligent.
I bent over and kissed her on the nape of her neck, which sent a wild chill across her body. She opened up her mouth, and suddenly she swallowed me up, inside of her. She started to suck on my cock, the way a child would suck on a lolly-pop, licking it with her tongue until it was stiff as a straight arrow.
"Ouch..." I suddenly cried. "You're biting it too hard."
Lillian looked up for a second, "I'm sorry. I don't have that much experience when it comes to this kind of stuff, m try to eat you a little softer."
She bent over again, and she swallowed my prick into her wet mouth, kissing it with her hot tongue, leaving a trail of sweet smelling saliva, as she devoured it. I reached down with my hands, underneath her buttocks, and I started to feel the delightful warmth of her flesh rush through my fingers. I played for awhile with her thighs, rubbing them and massaging them, pinching them and squeezing them in a most delightful manner.
"Oh...." Lillian cried, pulling her wet mouth away from my shaft. "I'm ready IF
"For what?" I teased.
"You know what," she replied. "Fuck me!! ! Come on, and fuck me." My organ was still throbbing from her teeth and lips. I tried to climb up on top of her on the table, but the two of us fell onto the floor making the most awful thud. Our sweating bodies rolled on the gleaming white oil cloth, till we were lying near the refrigerator, which was purring silently.
I'm burning up," Lillian cried, as I climbed on top of her and launched my missile between her legs, into the throbbing red heat of her wet vagina. She spread open like a clam, opening the lips of her cunt as I impaled her with my rod. Then, just like a deadly clam, she closed her shell, trapping me in the soft folds of her excited heat. She ripped at my cock with the teeth of her vagina, as I pumped myself into her, banging my balls against her creamy thighs.
"Oh shit!!!" she moaned, biting her lips so that a tiny trickle of blood gushed out of the ruptured skin. She dug her fingers deep into my back, and she ripped me with all of her strength, as I rammed myself deeper and deeper into her womb.
"Oh my God!!!" she cried out. "You're going to tear me apart You're going to rip a hole in me. I can't stand it anymore!! ! I tell you I can't stand it!!!"
Her face and her entire body was covered with a veneer of salty sweat. The whole room was covered with the aroma of her feminine sexuality. She seemed to be gushing with juices, spilling over with lubricating fluid, as I continued to slide back and forth inside of her pond.
I'm coming," she finally screamed. "I tell you I'm coming!!!"
I could feel her body churn underneath me, as she tensed her muscles and prepared for the impending convulsions. I kissed her on her mouth, as I supped my hands underneath her and held her tightly.
"Ohhhhhh. . . ." she cried, and suddenly she was overwhelmed by a series of earthquake spasms which shot across the length and breadth of her soft body. She heaved violently, scratching me with her fingernails, biting my shoulders and my neck with her teeth. I don't think that she knew what she was doing. She just shook and shook and shook, holding me with all of her strength, pulling me deeper and deeper inside of her churning body.
Suddenly I felt the approach of my own orgasm. I was glad that I hadn't shot off too fast. I held myself rigid, trying to prolong the sweet moment of ecstasy. But, without any warning, I shot my load into her cunt, and it came streaming out like machine gun bullets, in short, hard spurts.
"Oh shit!!!" cried Lillian, "It feels like electricity passing through me. I feel like I'm coming apart"
The two of us continued like that for a while longer, with me lying on top of her, my cock imbedded in her slit. After I was spent, Lillian still kept going. I don't think that I had ever seen her go for so long, as she experienced the full thrill of her womanly climax.
Finally it was over and I rolled off of her.
"How was I?" I asked. "I'll bet that I was better than that Negro field hand you made it with. I'll bet that he never fucked you the way I did."
"Oh," Lillian laughed. "I was just faking it I wanted you to feel good."
"You bitch," I smiled.
She kissed my face: "You were very good, old man. Indeed, you are the best"
"And you're not bad yourself," I replied. I closed my eyes, and suddenly I started to think of Glenda. I don't know what made me conjure up her image at that moment. I tried to push her away, but it was impossible. Her face seemed to haunt me, and I could almost hear the sweet sound of her voice in my ears.
"What's the matter?" Lillian suddenly asked. "You look so far away."
"Oh, it's nothing," I replied. I'm just tired. Let's get something to eat and then hop into bed."
"Okay," Lillian said, kissing my face. We both got up off the floor. We ate a few slices of toast and cheese, and drank the rest of the milk in the container. Afterwards we went to bed, where I humped her again. As I was fucking her, I suddenly whispered: "Glenda, Glenda!! ! ! " I don't think Lillian heard me. If she did, she didn't say anything about it
CHAPTER FIVE
Two weeks later, while I was in my office in mid-town, I received a most distressing long distance phone call from Boston. It was my daughter Glenda and she was calling from the University.
"Daddy!! " she cried. "Daddy!!!"
"Hello, is that you Glenda?" I asked. It seemed as though she was on the verge of tears, as she spoke in a broken, halting voice.
"How are you Daddy?"
"Oh fine," I replied. "Is there anything wrong? You sound like something is wrong."
"Oh it's nothing," she coughed, and then she abruptly hung up the receiver. I heard the click on the other end and she was gone.
The rest of the day I couldn't do a thing. I tried to read some important papers, but the words blurred. I tried to write some letters, but I found that I was unable to concentrate on anything any longer. I kept thinking about Glenda, about her soft brown hair and her large calf-like eyes. Was she in trouble? Had something happened to her?
Finally I decided to take the long drive up to Boston. I had to see her! I had to find out what was the matter! But more important than my natural parental concern, were the perverse sexual impulses which motivated me. The phone call had reawakened in me desires which I had long tried to suppress.
Two days later, on a Sunday, I took the three hour drive up to Boston. The road was clear and I could do better than seventy for most of the trip. I stopped only twice, once for gas, and once for a cup of coffee.
If you've ever been to Boston, you'll know that the streets are crooked and jagged, and they lead on endlessly. I got lost twice, but finally made my way to the almost deserted campus. Most of the kids were gone for the Christmas recess. In past years, Glenda had also come home for the occasion. This time, however, she said that she would prefer to stay at the dormitory because she had a lot of studying to do for her final examinations in January.
As I walked up the stairs to her room on the third floor, I wondered whether she had told us the truth. I could think of many reasons why she would prefer not to return home. Maybe she had a lover, and she wanted to spend the vacation with him-in bed. The possibility angered me. I don't know why (or maybe I really do), but the thought of sweet Glenda in bed with another man made my stomach turn. She was my little girl, she belonged to me, and she had no right to go screwing around behind my back, at least not until she got herself married.
Soon I came to her room, on the third floor, down a long dark corridor. The door was partly opened, so I didn't bother to knock, but pushed my way inside. For a second I didn't believe what I saw. I rubbed my eyes, but the image didn't go away.
"Oh!!!" I exclaimed stupidly, as I looked across the room, to the bed near the window. Glenda was inside of the bed wearing a shortie nightgown, and lying next to her were two young boys, both of them naked and fast asleep. There was a bottle of bourbon on the floor, and there was a funny smell in the room, a salty smell.
I tried to think where the smell could be coming from, and then I realized what it was. The body odor of the two boys, mixed with the sexual aroma of Glenda's feminine scent formed a powerful combination.
"Daddy!! " Glenda blurted out, when she saw me.
I was boiling mad. I raced over to the bed, and picked one of the boys up by his long hair and tossed him half way across the room. Then I belted the other guy across his kidney, so that he awoke with a wild scream.
"Hey man!!!" he exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Take your clothes and get the fuck out of here," I said. "If the two of you aren't gone in exactly a minute from now, then I'm going to make mincemeat out of you."
"Sure man!! Sure!! " they said, as they got into their dungarees and boots. I've never seen two boys run so fast in my whole life.
Glenda was still lying on top of the bed, her nightgown rolled up to her waist so that I could see her exposed muff. She made no attempt to cover herself, or say anything to me. She just lay there, on top of the covers, just as she had been lying before, with her head propped up against the pillow.
"Well, so what's the story?" I coughed stupidly, taking off my coat and throwing it across the back of a chair.
I looked around the room, and the place was a mess, with junk lying all over the floor. The walls were covered with pornographic pictures. There was a musky smell in the air, and I could see a couple of used condoms lying at the bottom of the waste paper basket, near the door.
Glenda looked up at me: "You should have phoned before you came so I could clean the place up for you. I would have picked my panties and brassiere off the floor, and I would have driven to the airport to meet you."
"Oh, Glenda," I replied. "How could have you done this to me? I mean, it's bad enough to sleep around with one guy. But with two!! ! That's ... that's perverted."
"Is that more perverted than sleeping with one's father, Father?? "
I sat down on the side of the bed, next to her, and I suddenly started to stroke her exposed thigh. She made no attempt to move away from me, or push my hand away. She just spread open her legs, and for a brief second, before she closed them again, I could see the crack of her cunt, the delightful slit that ran like a canal between her thighs.
"I came because I was worried," I said. "Your phone call on Friday sounded desperate. Was there something the matter? Why did you hang up like that?"
"Oh," Glenda sighed. "It was nothing. Really, it wasn't terribly important."
"You're lying."
"Okay, if you must know the truth, I was gang banged by a bunch of fraternity brothers," Glenda replied. "I felt a bit remorseful for letting them do it to me, so I called you up. I thought you would understand. I thought that you could help me."
I couldn't believe my ears. Certainly she was fabricating an incredible he. It couldn't be true!! No, my daughter would never do something as obviously wrong, as obviously immoral as that!! !
Glenda seemed to read my thoughts: "So you don't think I'm capable of that? Well, Daddy, you're as wrong as wrong can be. You had better get used to the idea that you have a tramp for a daughter. I'm an easy lay, that's what I am. I don't think that there has been a boy on this campus that I haven't made it with. They pass my phone number around, from one to another. Hell, I have them coming here in shifts!!!"
"But why?" I asked. "Why do you act like that? Don't you know it's wrong?"
Glenda looked at me philosophically: "Who knows what's right and what's wrong? My anthropology professor says that everything in life is relative, if you know what I mean. There are no absolutes anymore!! "
"Oh, you're talking stupid," I replied. "You shouldn't listen so much to your professors, and pay more attention to your own impulses. Surely you must realize that promiscuity is immoral! !!"
"Yeah!! Yeah, I know it," cried Glenda. "But who cares? The first couple of times I slept around, it was a bit difficult. But after awhile, it got much easier. A boy would call me up on a date, and I would accept Then the two of us would go to a movie, kiss a little, and then he would come up to my dormitory room."
"And then you'd go to sleep with him?"
"Yes," nodded Glenda. "That's what usually happened. I wanted to thank the boy for a wonderful evening, so I took him to bed with me. I don't even get any pleasure when I do it. Do you know that I must have fucked more than a hundred different guys since September and I haven't been able to get a single orgasm? You can't believe how hard I try. I let them do anything they want to do. I fuck and I suck and I do practically everything, and I still haven't been able to come. Sometimes I think that there must be something wrong with me. Maybe I'm frigid, just like Mother."
"Who told you about that?" I asked.
"Oh, I know," answered Glenda. "Don't think that I haven't heard the two of you arguing at night in your bedrooms. I stay up a lot, or at least I used to when I was living at home, and I listened with my ear cupped to the wall. Oh, it was terrible, really terrible, when I heard the way the two of you were always fighting about sex. Mom is frigid, isn't she?"
"Yes," I nodded. "There's no point in keeping it a secret"
"I think that I'm just like her," Glenda continued. "I don't enjoy having sex with men. Believe me, I've tried just about everything. I've made it with younger boys and with older men, and I simply haven't been able to get my satisfaction."
"Is that what drives you?" I asked. "Is that what keeps you hopping around the way that you do, from one bed to another?"
"I guess so," Glenda replied. "I want to feel something. You can't imagine how badly I want to feel the thrill of love surging through my body. But I think that it's simply hopeless."
Suddenly I felt great compassion for her: "Tell me what happened in the fraternity house."
Glenda looked up at me, and then her lips fell to mine, and her mouth opened up as my tongue darted inside, rubbing against her teeth and her upper palate.
"You see, Daddy," she said a moment later. I'm a hopeless case. I even want to make it with you. Am I a nymphomaniac or what? Ever since that day when we first had sex together, I've been dreaming about an encore. Do you want to know what I do sometimes? I close my eyes and try to remember what your cock looks like, and I try to recall what it felt like when you fucked me. I masturbate a lot, and while I masturbate, I'm only thinking of you."
"What happened at the fraternity house?" I asked again.
"Why do you want to know?" Glenda smiled. "Are you a dirty old man? Do you get turned on by stories of molestation and rape? I'll bet you do."
"Oh, cut it out!! "
"Okay, Daddy," laughed Glenda. "If you want to know the gruesome details then here goes. I mean, I guess it's better to tell them to someone than to keep them bottled up inside."
"Enough with the introductions," I insisted. "I want to hear your story."
"Well, it started on Thursday afternoon," Glenda explained. "School had just finished and there was a party all over the place. People were drinking, and throwing firecrackers, and getting ready to go home. Well, there was this one boy that I used to ball last year. I thought he loved me, but I found out that he was engaged to someone else."
"So?"
"So ... I was walking down the corridor, when he bumped into me," sighed Glenda. "I was slightly high from two glasses of scotch, and when he invited me to come over to his fraternity house, I agreed to go with him."
"But I thought that you said that you didn't like the guy?"
"Yes, that's what I said," Glenda continued. "But it was Christmas and I felt in a generous mood. He wanted to fuck me, and I wasn't doing anything more important that afternoon so I went along with him. He took me up to his room, and he stripped me naked. Then he started with his foreplay. You know, he's one of these guys who goes by the book. First he kissed my tits, then my cunt, till he thought that I was hot That's when he stuck his shaft into me."
"So?" I asked. "That's not exactly a gang-bang!!!"
"Oh, that came later," Glenda laughed. "Usually after I get laid, I always feel in a generous mood. Even though I never get an orgasm, I pretend that I do. You know what I mean, I start to shake and vibrate, and I make funny, gurgling sounds which makes the boy feel real good."
"This time what happened?"
"We!!" Glenda laughed. "This time I wasn't quite so generous, and I just yawned. Archie, that's the , boy's name, felt a little angry. He asked me what was the matter, so I told him that he gave a terrible fuck and that I didn't enjoy myself at all. I threw everything at him."
"You didn't?"
"Oh," continued Glenda. "I was feeling like a mean bitch so I let him have it right between his balls, where it really hurts. I told him that he was a horrible lover, and that he bored me to death. I said that he had an ugly body and a deformed penis."
"He must have gotten angry!! "
"Oh yeah," Glenda laughed. "First he was surprised, and then he was shocked and then he got angry. He started to punch me, but I continued to make fun of him. I guess most men can't stand to have a girl make fun of their virility, because I've never seen anyone as angry as he was."
"So what did he do?"
"Well, he got up and left the room," replied Glenda. "I was still completely naked, and lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. In about ten minutes he came back with five of his fraternity brothers."
"Oh...."
"I was scared shit!! " replied Glenda. "I was afraid that they were going to beat me or stuff like that. But instead they ordered me to get up out of bed. I followed their instructions. I was standing in the middle of the room, when suddenly one of the guys grabbed me from behind. He held onto my arms and he whispered, I know how you like it honey!! I know what you really like!' Then, while he was holding me with one hand, he unzipped his fly with the other."
"What were die other guys doing?" I asked.
"Oh, they were also stripping down," replied Glenda. "Meanwhile, the guy who was holding me from the back suddenly rammed his rod into my ass-hole."
"He did?"
"Yeah, that's just what he did," answered Glenda. "It hurt when I felt it come inside. I have a tight little ass, and if a boy fucks me that way, usually I make him lubricate his cock with vaseline. But this guy didn't bother. He just smashed his cock into my anus, so that I could feel his balls banging against my buttocks. It really hurt a lot, but it didn't take him very long to come."
"Then what?"
"Well," explained Glenda. "They were out to degrade me, so they made me get down with my hands and knees on the floor and they formed a line."
"What did they do."
"I had to give them blowjobs," continued Glenda. The first boy had a long cock, I would say about nine inches in length, and he jammed it into my throat till I thought that I would choke. I chewed on it and several minutes later he ejaculated right inside of me. I tried to spit out his semen, but he made me swallow it."
Then what?"
Then I gave blow jobs to the other boys," continued Glenda. "And they all made me swallow their come. They laughed at me and called me terrible names as they continued to molest me, pinching my breasts and squeezing my ass, and sticking their fingers into my cunt. They treated me like dirt, and made me spread open my legs while they looked into my cunt with a magnifying glass."
"With a magnifying glass?? "
They were disgusting pigs," Glenda continued. "One of them had a camera and he took pictures of me while I was lying in bed with my cunt exposed. He took lrfs finger and he spread open the lips of my cunt and tickled it, and pinched it and poked inside in an awful manner."
Then did they let you go?"
"Oh no," replied Glenda. "They played with me the way a cat would play with a mouse. They made me walk around on my hands and knees on the floor, while they slapped my ass with their hands. They mounted me from the back, a couple of times, just like an animal, and they shot off inside of me. They licked my pussy with their tongues, and they squeezed my clitoris, and pinched my tits. One guy even got on top of me and gave me a tit fuck."
"A tit fuck!! " I exclaimed. "What the hell is that? I've never quite heard that expression before."
"Well," continued Glenda. "He rubbed his cock against my breasts and cleavage. He rubbed his balls against my nipples until he finally came. He shot his load all over his face in a disgraceful manner. Each one of those guys must have fucked me about four times that night. Altogether, with Archie included, I was fucked twenty-five times on Thursday night. Afterwards they threw me out of the fraternity house without any clothes on. It was terribly cold, and I had to walk all the way back, naked, to my dormitory room."
"Did anyone see you?? "
"One or two people," Glenda sighed. "But nothing happened. The next day I phoned you."
"Why?"
"I don't know why," replied Glenda. "I really don't know what I expected from you. Maybe I wanted to blame you for what had become of me. Sometimes I feel if only you hadn't seduced me when I was fifteen, things would have been different for me. If only you hadn't fucked me, then I wouldn't be a cheap little tramp, an easy lay, anyone's meat."
"Oh," I said. "So you think that it's my fault?"
"No," replied Glenda. "I know that what happened that Sunday morning wasn't all your fault. I had as much to do with it as you did, perhaps more. I was the one who kept you going, when I know that I could have stopped you."
"Yes," I said in my self defense. "And remember how you kept teasing me afterwards, trying to make me fuck you again?"
"Yes, yes, Daddy! I!" Glenda said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Maybe it was my fault and maybe it was your fault? I don't really care any more. The only thing that I can say is that I'm a really fucked up bitch as a result of the experience."
"Tell me" I suddenly said. "Who were those two boys I just chased out? What the hell were they doing in bed with you?"
"Oh," laughed Glenda. "I should have introduced you. How stupid of me. The one with the long hair, and the tattoo on his arm was Robert. He's just a ass. The other guy is Fred, and he's going to law school, and I think his parents are loaded."
"No," I said. "I'm not really interested in knowing their names. I want to know what the hell you were doing in bed with them. How could you, after what happened on Thursday night."
"Oh, I guess I'm perverted," said Glenda shaking her head. "I came up to my room from the fraternity and the next morning, after I phoned you, I called them."
"What for?"
"Don't be stupid," coughed Glenda. "What the hell do you think I called them for? It certainly wasn't for a game of checkers, now was it?"
"You mean, after your experience at the fraternity, you actually wanted to have sex the very next morning? I find it hard to believe."
"Well," said my daughter. "You're not a woman, and I am. I tell you, I must be a nymphomaniac or some such animal. I enjoy being degraded. I like it when men laugh at me and treat me like a whore. Although I know that I should hate those guys at the fraternity, I think that if they invited me over for another round, I would gladly accept."
Glenda's nightgown was still up over her belly, and I could see the soft brown fur that grew in a triangle above her snatch. There were traces of goo mixed in the hair, and suddenly I realized that it was dried up semen. In fact, when I looked down on the bed, I could see that the covers were wet and sticky, and that there were crusty spots on the sheets.
"What are you looking at?" asked Glenda. "When a girl is as active as I am, I suppose that she should change the sheets every day. I usually do, but lately I haven't been in the mood to go to the laundry. Do you want to know something very, very disgusting?"
"What?"
"Ever since Thursday night I haven't even taken a shower or brushed my teeth. I'm all covered with come. I can still taste it in my mouth, and there is some of it on my hair."
"I noticed."
Glenda laughed: "Yeah, I've got plenty of goo in my beaver patch, but I even have some in the hair on top of my head. My belly and my thighs and my breasts are dripping with it, and I still want more."
"What's wrong with you?"
T don't know," replied Glenda. "Maybe I'm crazy, and then again, maybe I'm not."
Suddenly she leaned across my shoulder and started to lass me on my face and on my neck. I felt somewhat repulsed by her.
"What's wrong, Daddy?"
"You're dirty!!!" I replied. "This place is a mess, with panties all over the floor, and nightgowns and brassieres. How could you let yourself go like that?"
"It wasn't very hard," she replied. "But that's enough talk about me. Let's talk about you now."
"What do you want to know about me?" I asked.
"Oh," she smiled. "Why don't you tell me about your sex life. Have you had any lately, as the old saying goes?"
"I've had my share," I replied, suddenly feeling an erection form in my pants.
"Do you have a mistress?" Glenda inquired. "Do tell me about her, won't you? I feel that I'm entitled to know. After all I didn't hold anything back from you, now did I?"
My hand fell around her shoulders, and then underneath her armpits, sliding against the side of her round, ripe breast. It felt good to touch it, to hold it, to caress it. I fumbled for several sweaty seconds, as I cupped my full palm around its circumference and squeezed it gently. A wild thrill passed through my body, surging like a newly found energy, like a newly found vitality.
"Oh, quit feeling me up," Glenda suddenly said. "You are a dirty old man, after all. It's just as I suspected!! You still love me, don't you?"
"Somewhat," I laughed nervously.
"Well," she asked again. "You still haven't told me about your sex life. Are you making it or aren't you?"
I nodded: "Yes, I suppose I am."
"What's her name?"
"Oh, leave me alone," I protested.
"No," Glenda insisted. "I want to know her name. I told you everything that you wanted to know. So why the hell should you hold back from me?? "
"Okay," I said. "Yes, I do have a mistress, if you must know. Her name is Lillian. Just recently, I set her up in an apartment."
"It sounds serious," said Glenda. "Do you love her?"
"I suppose I do."
"Is she young?"
I hesitated for a second: "Yes, she is rather young, She'll be twenty-one in February."
"Oh, boy," Glenda giggled. "You certainly know how to pick them. Does she give a good fuck?"
"Yes," I confessed. "She's quite good in bed. But that's not our only point of interest. We like the same things, and we have the same tastes."
I'll bet that you do," giggled Glenda.
There's nothing funny about our relationship," I protested.
"I know," she replied. "Just as long as she doesn't interfere with me. You know Daddy, when you walked into this room, I knew that you still loved me. I could see it in your eyes. It is true, isn't it?"
I nodded.
Glenda looked up at me: Tell me Daddy, do you want to make love to me."
"Would you like me to?? "
"Oh, let's cut out the formalities," laughed Glenda. "You can have me just for the asking."
My hand was still on her tit, and I squeezed it once again. Glenda sighed, as she turned to kiss me on my throat and chin.
"It's about time for an encore," she cried. "Come and get me, Daddy. Please make me feel it! ll MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!!!"
CHAPTER SIX
Glenda spread her legs apart, and I looked down at her glowing heat. I let my hand fall to her thigh, and then to the thick crack of her sexuality. I touched it just for a second, and then I pulled away. My cock was hard and I knew that all I had to do was open up my pants, pull it out and stick it into her.
"Are you afraid, Daddy?" she asked. 'Is that what it is?"
I was silent.
"I know you want me," she said, continuing to taunt me. "Wouldn't you like to put your cock inside of me? Don't you want to shoot your load inside my hole?"
Glenda reached up to my hand, the hand with which I had just touched her, and she pulled it to her lips and she sucked it into her mouth. She was being deliberately obscene, as she licked saliva against its surface, biting it softly so that I could feel the full sweetness of her smooth lips.
"Daddykins," she cooed like a baby. I'm waiting for you. Look at my nightgown!!! Look how it's rolled up to my tummy, so you can see my belly button, and my muff!! Don't tell me that you can resist. Go on, and touch me again, touch my cunt!!!"
When I didn't say anything, she took the hand that she had just kissed and she pushed it down, on top of her. She pressed it onto her loins, and then she nuzzled it to her snatch, and started to rub herself with it in a slow, deliberate manner. She closed her eyes for a second, and it seemed as though she was lost in a masturbatory fantasy, a young girl's dream. She pushed my hand closer and closer to the mouth of her vagina, to the hanging lips of her pubis, and she rubbed herself against it so that I could feel the warmth of her wet garden spread itself through my tingling fingers.
"Daddy," she cried. "Masturbate me!! I like it when a boy masturbates me. It's much better than getting fucked. I like to feel a pair of hands on my cunt, touching it and massaging it and caressing it Please Daddy, please masturbate me!!!"
My hands suddenly gained a life of their own as they reacted to the sensation of her glowing heat Almost against my will, they began to move, stroking her cunt delightfully. I traced the outline of her canal, from the tip where her smooth, delicious clitoris hung down like a fleshy pearl, all the way around to the other bank, where the gash of her cunt came to an abrupt ending.
"Rub it darling!! " she cried. "Don't hold anything back from me."
A fever burned in my brain as I spread open the dewlaps of her vagina and drilled my finger into her throbbing orifice. She was well lubricated, slick and oily with the mucous of her feminine sexuality. She sighed through half parted lips as she pulled me into her churning whirlpool, with her strong, womanly muscles.
"Deeper," she cried. "Push it all the way up, so that I can feel it."
Glenda was a much bigger girl than I remembered her to be, with wide, sexy hips and a large amazon pelvis. My fingers went around in circles as I stroked her sopping wet cunt. I swam like a fish in a pond, drilling deeper and deeper till I had almost reached the end.
"Stick it in," she cried. "Oh Daddy, it makes me tingle when you stick your finger into my pussy. It makes me feel like I'm going to jump out of my skin."
"I'm glad," I replied, continuing to manipulate her sweet young vagina. My hands kneaded the flesh of her cunt, rubbing and squeezing, and pinching. I could see that she was enjoying herself, reacting to my motions with motions of her own. She banged her cunt against my fingers and she rubbed her calves and thighs together. As I played with her heat, I looked around the room and I saw a sloppy mess of dirty panties and brassiere mixed together with torn magazines, and black record discs.
"Let's go somewhere else," I suddenly said, pulling my fingers out of her cunt.
"What?" she asked.
I got up off the bed, and walked away, to the other side of the room. I stared out of the window, looking at the dark University buildings that lined the campus. Piles of snow lay on the ground, still white and fresh, and a soft wind hummed through the air.
I turned to Glenda, who was on the bed. Her face was dripping with perspiration, her brown hair was slicked up against her forehead, and her breasts jutted out against the thin material of her aquamarine nightgown so that the pink cones of her nipples were clearly visible.
"Sweetheart," I said. "Why don't you get dressed? Let's go have some lunch. Then we can drive to a motel and have a ball."
"What's wrong with right here?"
"I want to go somewhere else," I replied. "The room stinks."
"Don't you like the way I smell?" she asked. "I'm dripping wet, just for you. Would you like to smell my skin? Would you like to smell my armpits?"
"Don't be gross," I laughed. "You need a bath. You're all covered with semem from those other boys.
I never particularly cared for sloppy seconds, if you know what I mean."
Glenda leaned her head back against the pillow and she tugged her nightgown up, over her breasts, to her neck. She quite deliberately spread her legs wide apart, bending her ankles to the side.
"Look at my pussy!!" she said. "Doesn't it look good?"
"Yeah," I muttered.
I'll bet that it's better looking than Lillian's," she laughed. I'll bet that I'm juicer than she is."
"Well," I replied. "She's got a nice little twat of her own. Anyway, the two of you are as different as night and day."
"Why?" asked Glenda. "All women are the same, aren't they? A cunt is a cunt is a cunt."
"Not exactly, honey...."
"I know what you must think," Glenda continued. I'll bet that you think that Lillian is a nice girl, a sweet girl."
"Well, she is."
"And me?" asked Glenda. "What do you think of me? Do you think that I'm a tramp."
"Don't bother me," I said.
"Why not?" she laughed. "Can't you answer a simple question? I want to know your honest opinion of me. It's important."
I'm not qualified, though."
"But you're my father," said Glenda. "Are you pleased with the way I've turned out?"
"Not exactly."
Glenda sighed: I'll bet that you hate me."
"No, I don't hate you," I replied. "Why are you cross-examining me, anyway?? "
I stared at her for a second. First I looked into her eyes. Then at her breasts. Then further down, to the naked muff. She was a delightful little creature, young and delicious. I could feel myself tingle all over as I ached for her body.
"You like me," she suddenly said. "I can tell that you want me. You're looking at me in a funny way."
"Sure I want you," I replied. "I want to touch you."
"So why don't you?" asked Glenda. Take your clothes off, Daddy. Come over to my bed and climb in with me. You know that I'm waiting for you."
"Listen," I repeated. "I don't want to fuck you in this room. Let's go somewhere else. My car is waiting outside, in the parking lot."
"Okay," Glenda finally said, pulling her nightgown over her head. She went into the bathroom and changed into a pair of blue ski pants, a black, clingy sweater and brown pumps. Her eyes sparkled and her cheeks were radiant.
I'm ready," she said, taking my arm. We went downstairs to my car and drove several blocks to a restaurant. Glenda ordered a rare steak, french fries and a bottle of ginger ale. She cut the meat into small, square pieces, chewing them thoroughly before swallowing. Her lips curled as she pulverized the food with her sharp gleaming teeth.
"Delicious," she said.
"And so are you," I laughed. "I can't wait till I get you into bed with me."
"Neither can I," replied Glenda. "I feel funny all over. My clit is jumping up and down, and my nipples are shaking."
Glenda must have been very hungry, because after finishing her first steak, she ordered another. She also finished another portion of french fried potatoes, and a slice of cherry pie topped with vanilla ice cream and a squirt of whipped cream.
Afterwards we drove to the Colonial City Inn, not very far away and we checked in as husband and wife. The man at the desk sort of smiled at me, when Glenda wasn't looking, and I don't think that he believed that we were married. The room cost twenty-two dollars till the next afternoon, and we had to pay in advance because we didn't have any luggage with us.
"A lot of the kids from school come here," Glenda said. "They don't ask any questions, and the beds are clean."
' I said. "How many times have you been here before?"
"A couple dozen at least," she replied. "I'm a woman with a past. I think that the clerk recognized me."
"I know," I replied. "He winked when you weren't looking."
Glenda was angry: "That dirty old man. He once tried to pinch my ass. I didn't say anything when he did. You know, I should have slapped his face. What a nerve he has, winking at you behind my back. He probably thinks that I'm a tart. Yes, that's what he probably thinks I am, having seen me check in here with so many different guys."
"Oh, forget about him," I said, sitting down on the bed, which was clean and soapy smelling.
Glenda undid the bow in her hair, letting the curls fall across her shoulders, onto the undulating curve of her bosom. Her hands shot down to her hips, as she tugged the end of her sweater, pulling it up, over her head. Underneath she was wearing a low cut black brassiere which held her breasts firmly, revealing only the delightful cleavage and the upper portion of her round, ripe mammaries.
"Need any help with your brassiere?" I asked. "Do you want me to unclasp the back?"
"No," she replied. "I can manage."
She undid the hooks in the back, sliding the black straps across her creamy white arms. In a second the cups fell into her hands, revealing the full magnificence of her smooth, pear shaped jugs. As I stared at them, I felt as though I were lost in a dream, floating through the air on a snowy white cloud.
"You look like a cow," I suddenly said. "Boy, would I like to milk you."
Glenda unzipped the side of her ski pants, and she rolled them down to her knees, and then to her ankles. Underneath she was only wearing a pair of bright yellow panties, through which was clearly visible the tufts of brown pubic hair which curled up in crisp locks. Further down, at the reinforced fabric at the crotch of her panties, she was moist, the way a woman is supposed to be. The lips of her cunt stood out against the undergarment, full and ripe and completely delightful.
"Daddy," she said. "Tell me how much you love me."
"Oh," I laughed. "About seven inches worth."
I looked at her breasts, and I could feel my cock stand up, hard and ready for action. I trembled all over, waiting for her to take off her panties. Strangely, I felt very nervous about being alone with her in the motel room.
"Is that all I'm good for?" Glenda asked. "Do you love me only for my body? Only because you want to fuck me?"
"Well," I replied. "I love you because you're my daughter. You're also a very nice person."
"Am I really?? "
"You're land of sweet," I said.
"Then why am I so unhappy?"
"How the hell should I know," I said, looking into her eyes. Then I looked over to the door, which was locked. I half expected a dozen policemen to break in and arrest me for what I was doing. I wondered what Cindy would say if she knew that I was making it with our darling little daughter. I also wondered what Lillian would think. Would she break up with me, if she knew?
Glenda's arms slid inside of her panties. She pulled them open, and she rolled them off, revealing herself to me, in all her naked splendor.
"Shall we get into bed?" she asked.
"No," I said. "First I want to give you a shower. First I want to wash you as clean as a daisy. You know that I don't like the idea of your being so filthy."
"Okay," Glenda smiled. "But first I want you to do something to me."
"What?"
"You promise that you won't get angry."
"I promise."
Glenda walked over to me, and seated herself on my lap, sliding her ass up against the bulge of my cock that was contained inside of my pants. She shook around a bit, on top of it, throwing her arms around my neck.
"Am I Daddy's little girl?" she asked.
"You sure are."
"And when I do something bad, will Daddy forgive me?" she continued, an innocent, childish expression on her face.
"Sure, I'll forgive you," I replied.
"But before you forgive me, won't you punish me?" asked Glenda.
"Well, I guess if you've been a naughty little girl, then you deserve to be punished."
Glenda seemed to jump for joy, as she bounced up and down on my leg. The full, fleshy folds of her drape-like labia rubbed against my trousers, leaving a long, dark stain. I could feel the dampness all the way down, to my leg.
"Daddy," she said. "I've been a very, very bad girl. I let the boys look under my dress. I let them see my panties."
Obviously Glenda was playing a game with me, pretending to be a child. I went along, feeling excited all over as I listened to her sweet voice and felt her warm hands around my neck.
"You let the boys look under your dress?" I exclaimed, pretending to be horrified.
"Yes," Glenda continued. "They gave me a penny to look at my little pussy. So I took the penny and pulled up my dress and let them have their thrill."
"I see."
"Oh Daddy," cried Glenda. "I've been simply horrible, and I know that you'll want to punish me for it."
"Yes," I coughed. "Because you've been a naughty girl, I'm going to have to take you over my knee and give you a spanking."
Glenda pretended to be afraid. I slid my arm around her waist and I picked her up and put her down on the bed, with her ass facing me. The round, bouncy cheeks were simply delightful, trembling ever so slightly as I gazed down on them.
"Be gentle with me Daddy," Glenda begged. "Please don't bit me too hard."
I bent over and took a big, fat bite out of her ass. I kissed it tenderly, sticking my tongue into the crack of her anus, and then further down to the gash of her cunt. I licked both openings a few times, inhaling the fragrant aroma that emanated from them.
Then, without a warning I brought my palm down against her. I started to slap her ass, softly at first, and then harder and still harder. I whipped it till her cheeks grew rosy red, quivering in a most provocative manner.
Glenda turned around: "Hit me all over, Daddy. Please slap me all over my body."
I did as she told me and hit her across her face a few times, and then I slapped her breasts and her stomach, and the soft white flesh of her tummy. She seemed to be enjoying the pain as she grew red all over from the blows. Her legs spread apart and I began to hit her on her thighs and calves.
"Harder," she begged. "Hit me harder."
Suddenly I pulled off the belt of my trousers and began to whip her with it. The leather tongue snapped against her flesh leaving tiny red welts at the points of impact. I smashed it against her breasts, those soft, delicate breasts, and she moaned deeply, enjoying every moment. I whipped her across her thighs and loins, and I even flicked the lash on the inside of her legs, against the opening of her vaginal crack.
"Ahhhhhh...." Glenda screamed in a most obscene manner, rolling over on her tummy, so that the soft, shiny mounds of her buttocks once again faced me. The cheeks of her ass seemed to bounce, as the leather belt burned into her flesh. I whipped her across her back, across her sides, bringing the lash down just hard enough so that she could feel it, but not so hard to really be painful.
"Hit me on my bottom," Glenda begged. "Please Daddy, whip my tushie because I've been a very naughty girl."
I looked down at the perfectly rounded half moons that were facing me and my body was filled with desire. I wanted to jump on top of her and fuck her Greek style, from the back I wanted to open my pants and stick my eager cock between her legs. I wanted to nuzzle it into the red softness of her murky vagina. I wanted to stick it between the folds of her labia into the moist honey pot
"Harder," she cried. "Hit me on the ass harder."
I inhaled, filling my lungs with air. After pausing a few seconds, I resumed the punishment, aiming my blows exclusively at the cheeks of her rosy red buttocks. This time I didn't hold back, but hit her with all I had. I whipped her for almost five minutes, as she cried silently on the bed, digging her fingernails into the mattress.
When it was over, I had worked up a sweat. I put down the leather belt and pulled off my trousers and my shorts. I unbuttoned my shirt, threw off my shoes and socks, and soon I was completely naked. My cock was hard, standing up. When Glenda saw it she stopped crying.
"Oh Daddy," she said. "You're wonderful."
"Why?" I asked. "Because I hit you?"
"No," she replied. "You're wonderful because you're strong and because you're big. My God, look at your cock!! ! It's simply marvelous. I can't wait to have you inside of me. I'm very excited at the prospect."
"Do you think that I can satisfy you?" I asked.
Glenda's eyes twinkled: "You already have!! "
"Really?? "
"Yes," Glenda replied, licking her lips with her tongue in a most obscene manner. "When you beat my tushie, I had an orgasm. It was great. My cunt got really tight, and suddenly it started to churn. Shit, it was good!! ! It was really good."
I laughed: "Well, if you say that you had your orgasm, who am I to argue? Anyway, it's my turn. Let's go."
"Where?"
"I'm going to wash you up."
When I helped Glenda get out of the bed, I noticed a wet slick on the sheets, where she had been lying. A fragrant, sexual aroma rose to my nostrils, and for a second I felt as though I would faint. My cock throbbed with intense pleasure, as she bent down and touched it. She slapped it lightly, and then she gathered it up in her hands and started to massage it. She squeezed my testicles in a most delightful manner, a broad smile on her face.
"Do you want me to eat you?" she asked. "I want to suck on your cock for dessert, if you don't mind."
I looked into her face, at her eyes. She was my daughter and I loved her the way a man would love a woman. Was it unnatural? Was it abnormal? At that moment, I didn't really care. I cared only for her sweet young lips, for her long white fingers, for her soft, delicious cunt. I wanted to enjoy the fruits of her body, to experience the tranquility of sexual release.
She followed me, like a docile cow, into the bathroom. The two of us got into the shower stall, and warm water dripped all over us. Glenda soaped up her hands and then she grabbed hold of my cock, and began to massage it.
"Do you want me to jerk you off?" she asked, continuing to caress my hard penis with her soft, slippery hands. She rubbed it up, so that I could feel an exhilarating friction sear through my body.
"I want to come inside of you," I suddenly said.
"In my cunt?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face. "Do you want to fuck me while I'm standing up? Right here in the shower stall?"
I nodded, as I slid my arms around her slippery waist. I pulled her wet body close to me, pressing my cock against her soft, flesh belly. I kissed her face, as water ran between us, like a thousand little warm fingers. I pushed Glenda up against the wall of the shower, and I rammed my leg between her thighs. She spread open like a clam, moaning softly as I nibbled on her neck and throat. Her wet breasts were smooth and bouncy as I swallowed them up. They were delightful little morsels for my sexual appetite, inspiring in me urgent, uncontrollable desire.
"Kiss my titties," she cried. "Bite them hard."
"Oh yes," I sighed, as I licked her nipples with my tongue, rolling them around in my mouth. Then I bent over to her belly button, and inserted my finger inside. Then over the mound I went, past her pussy hair, down to her cunt. I spread open the lips of her vagina with my fingers and I slid my hard cock up against them.
"Can't you get it in?" she taunted. "Do you need any help?"
I rubbed my cock against her clitoris, plowing a nice, deep furrow between her legs. The water from the shower continued to rain down my back, as I held Glenda up against the wall with one hand and worked my cock into her cunt with the other. It was rather hard getting it inside of her, but soon the task was accomplished. She was nice and soft down there, and the warmth of her pussy tickled the head of my cock.
"That's it Daddy," she cried as she pulled me up gently with her womanly muscles. I thrust with the lower part of my body, sliding my cock back and forth inside of the wet pond. She responded by squeezing her legs around me, holding my cock firmly, applying an exhilarating friction to its surface with the teeth of her cunt.
"Oh shit!!!" I exclaimed as my body tensed up. I could feel a wild shiver shoot through my balls. It was somewhat like a tingle. My mouth began to itch, and my fingers began to ache.
Glenda continued to grind up my cock with the muscles of her vagina. She churned it and pulled at it, and rubbed it till I thought that I would go crazy with the intense pleasure that I was experiencing.
I'm coming," I suddenly exclaimed, as I felt my body prepare for the ejaculation. My heart was beating like a jackhammer. My legs grew so weak that I could hardly stand up. My head was spinning in feverish circles.
I'm coming! I! I'm coming!!!" I cried, as I suddenly began to cream. I shot my load deep inside of her soft, murky pussy, emptying my cock in a couple of minutes. Afterwards, I pulled out and fell to the tile floor, the water continuing to drip all over me.
"Shit!! " Glenda laughed, looking down at me. "You really came that time. I can feel your scum, hot and gooey, inside of my cunt. I wonder if I'll get pregnant."
Glenda bent down over me, and she started to kiss my chest and my stomach. My cock was still standing up, though it wasn't as hard as it had been. Glenda reached down to it with her lips and she swallowed it up. I began to tremble. I can't describe to you the pleasure that I experienced at that moment, knowing that my organ was inside of my daughter's mouth.
"Hey!! " she suddenly said. "There's still a little life left in you after all I can feel your tool getting hard inside of me."
She began to lick it with her lips and scrub it with her teeth. She licked my balls in a most delightful manna-, biting the scrotum so that I almost screamed. Glenda continued to lick me up, as I rammed my shaft deeper and deeper into her mouth, almost to her throat. The water from the shower head continued to drizzle, as Glenda continued to eat my meat.
Suddenly, without any warning, I creamed again. This time, the load I shot was very meager in comparison with the one I had just emptied out inside of her cunt. Still Glenda seemed to enjoy it, as she gulped it down and swallowed it.
Later on, after we had left the shower and were drying ourselves off, I asked Glenda if she had experienced anything. What I was trying to find out was whether or not she had climaxed.
"Only when you hit my tushie with the belt," she said.
"You didn't feel anything, then, when I fucked you?"
"Well," she said. "I felt good. When you had your cock inside of my vagina, I felt full, if you know what I mean. But I didn't have an orgasm."
"Not even a little one?"
"No ... nothing at all," Glenda sighed. "But I don't mind. I don't care whether I have an orgasm or not. I'm happy just as long as you keep humping me. It means that you love me."
"What about when you sucked me off?" I asked. "Didn't you experience anything?"
Glenda yawned: "No."
She saw that I was disappointed, so she went up to me and she kissed me.
"Don't feel so bad," she said. "Let's go to bed, underneath the sheets."
Which is what we did. Just the thought of being with Glenda gave me a sexual vitality of super-human proportions. I must have balled her at least half a dozen times through the night. Each time, before I would come, she made me say that I loved her. The next morning I felt somewhat exhausted. I took a little tour of Boston with Glenda and then I dropped her off at the dormitory.
"Are you sure that you don't want to come home for Christmas?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "I have a lot of studying to do. Really!! ! Anyway, if I go home, then the two of us will end up in bed again, and Mom will discover us. I don't think that I could stand the hassle. Do come up and see me though. It's nice being with you, Daddy. Really it is!!!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Although I was never pleased with Cindy's aversion to sex, I never attached very much significance to it. Many of my friends had wives with the same problem, leading me to the conclusion that frigidity and suburban marriage went hand in hand. I had no reason to suspect that in Cindy's case the root of the disease was much deeper, infinitely more complicated.
I suppose, if I had questioned her further, if I had attempted to probe deeper, the truth would have been revealed a long time ago. Instead I discovered Cindy's awful secret in quite a roundabout way, almost by accident
It all started several days after I returned from Boston, a Thursday afternoon. I was feeling a bit guilty about what had happened between myself and Glenda, so I left work at two o'clock and drove home to West Hampton intending to take a tranquilizer and go to sleep.
When I got into the house, I was surprised not to find Cindy in the kitchen, which is where I usually find her.
I walked over to the bar and fixed myself a drink, when suddenly I heard the sound of voices coming from the upstairs bedroom. I finished my scotch, and then I climbed up the steps quietly. In the back of my mind, I expected to find the worst.
The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar, and when I looked inside, I saw something that shocked the living daylights out of me. My wife, Cindy was in bed, wearing a silk chemise. Next to her, on the mattress, sat a blonde-haired girl whom I immediately recognized as Christine, a neighbor from next door.
Christine was young, in her early twenties, and a recent divorcee. She had been over to our house several times, and she impressed me as a sweet young thing, not very intelligent, but extremely attractive.
Suddenly Cindy put her arms around Christine's waist and started to kiss her on the neck.
"Oh stop it! !!"
"What's wrong?? " asked Cindy. "I've never done this sort of thing before," replied Christine. I'm not a lesbian."
"Neither am I," laughed Cindy. "The word lesbian is very bad because it has such an awful connotation. Both of us are fine, decent women and we have a right to our happiness, to our pleasure."
"But isn't this perverted?? " asked Christine, throwing back her head so that her soft blonde hair fell across the smooth surface of her white shoulders. She was wearing a pink brassiere and a pair of matching pink panties. I could see her skirt and blouse lying on the floor, next to the bed. She seemed a bit afraid.
"Well?" she asked again. "Isn't this perverted?"
"Oh, don't be a silly goose," replied Cindy, reaching up and touching Christine's breasts, squeezing them through her brassiere.
"Listen to me," Cindy continued. "Making love to a woman is very nice, very pleasurable."
"Oh...."
"Yes," nodded Cindy. I'll be soft with you, and very sweet. Most men are brutes. They're animals when it comes to sex. Isn't that true?"
"Yes, that's why I divorced my husband."
"I know," smiled Cindy. "I know all about it. Your husband was a prick, wasn't he? He didn't understand you the way I do."
As she spoke, Cindy's fingers fumbled with the hooks of Christine's brassiere. She moved softly along the other girl's back, and I could tell that she had gone through these motions many times before. Yes, it suddenly dawned on me that my wife was an accomplished Lesbian, and that was the real reason for her frigidity. I continued to watch through the partially open door, careful not to make a sound. I had never seen two woman make love before, and I felt intensely curious.
Cindy slipped the shoulder straps of Christine's brassiere down past the creamy flesh of her arms. Then she slipped her hands inside of the cups and began to manipulate the other girl's soft white breasts.
"Do you like it when I touch them?" asked Cindy.
Christine didn't say a word. Her eyes were closed and her lips were half parted. Cindy rubbed her breasts quite softly, kneading them with the palms, the way a baker would knead a mound of dough. She seemed to know just what to do, as she brushed her fingers gently across the blonde girl's nipples. She tickled them in a most delightful way, and I could see waves of pleasure pass through Christine's body.
"Don't be afraid," Cindy said again, as she made Christine turn around and face her. She threw her arms around Christine's neck and she began to kiss her softly on her soft white face, on her cheeks and forehead. She trailed hot saliva across her nose and chin, as she tried to awaken passion in the heart of her reluctant partner.
"Come on," she whispered. "Don't be afraid. There's nothing to worry about."
"No," Christine's suddenly said. "I can't go through with it."
Cindy was angry: "You cunt, why the hell are you giving me such a hard time?"
"I'm sorry," replied the blonde. "I don't know what's come over me."
"Listen," Cindy continued. "Before I took you up to my bedroom, I told you what was happening. You came up willingly, didn't you."
"Yes," nodded Christine, her lips trembling, tears falling from her eyes.
"Then why are you so scared?"
"Because I've never done this before," replied the blonde divorcee. "I've read about it, but I never actually tried it. Please don't be angry with me."
"Okay," said Cindy. "Just as long as you don't continue to play so hard to get. I mean, what difference does it make if it's a woman or a man who is rubbing up your boobs? Don't you enjoy it when I massage them? Don't you like it when I kiss you? It's not so disgusting. If you knew how many woman were Lesbians, you'd be amazed."
"Really?"
"Really," replied Cindy. "Now, shall I help you off with your panties."
"Okay...."
Cindy made Christine turn over on her back. Then she started to kiss her on the nape of her neck, and down along her spine. She was tender and soft, just the way she promised, nuzzling her face underneath Christine's smoothly shaven armpits, biting her sides, leaving a trail of sweet saliva from her shoulders, reaching all the way down to the small of her back.
"Get up a little," said Cindy to her lover. "I want to roll down your panties."
She tugged at the elastic waistband of the pink undergarment and she pulled it down past Christine's creamy thighs, down across her calves to her ankles. She picked up the panties and examined them closely. There was a thin film of moisture at the reinforced crotch of the panties, but they were not as wet as Cindy would have liked them to have been. She rolled them up in a ball and she threw them across the room.
"How does your cunt feel?" asked Cindy. "What?"
"Oh, come on," Cindy laughed. "I want to satisfy you. You don't have to be coy with me. Remember, I'm not like your former husband, who only thought about his own pleasure. He used to climb on top of you and shoot his load and then roll off. Isn't that the way he used to treat you?"
"Yes...."
"He thought that you were a urinal," Cindy continued. 'Isn't that what he once told you?"
Christine cried: "Why do you have to remind me about it, when I want to forget about him."
"Because I want to break down your resistance," Cindy explained. "You've got to understand that everything that you've been told in the past isn't at all true. Lesbians aren't dirty, ugly women. I'm not ugly, ami."
"No...."
"And you certainly aren't ugly," continued Cindy. "In fact you've got quite a little body on you, quite a beautiful and elegant little figure. Your husband was a fool to treat you the way he did."
"Oh, he was awful," sighed Christine. "From the beginning he treated me just like a toilet bowl. He never tried to satisfy me. In fact, on those rare occasions when I enjoyed myself in spite of his lack of tenderness, he used to beat me across my breasts and on my vagina. He said that a good girl wasn't supposed to enjoy sex."
"Tell me about him," said Cindy.
"Oh, I've told you before."
"I know," laughed Cindy. "But I want to hear again. Tell me all about him."
Christine, who was lying on her back, with her buttocks facing Cindy, turned over. Her breasts, which were clearly visible, were large and milky and absolutely magnificent. Her nipples were hard and they stood up like two beautiful cherries. I could also see her pubic hair, which was blonde, growing like a beard between her legs.
"Oh, my husband was a most awful man," explained Christine. "I married him when I was just seventeen years old."
"I see," said Cindy, who was still wearing her silk chemise.
"Bentley was more than twice my age," continued Christine. "But he was rich, and my parents thought that he would make a good match for me."
"You didn't love him then, did you?"
"No, I guess I didn't," replied Christine. "He was a very cold, unemotional man, and he treated me like a child, like a toy."
"Were you a virgin when you married him?"
"Yes, I was," nodded Christine. "I nearly went crazy with frustration."
"Then what happened?? "
"Well, I was so happy when I walked down the aisle on Bentley's arm. I expected our wedding night to be glorious, and until the moment we got into our hotel room, I cherished the fondest hopes."
"Then what?"
"Then I discovered the type of man that Bentley was," explained Christine. "He helped me off with my wedding gown and my petticoats and undergarments, and then the two of us got into bed. I expected him to kiss me, to touch me with his hands, to massage my breasts, to rub my vagina, to put his finger inside of the hole, the way I had heard it was done. I wanted our love-making to last way into the night, but I was badly disappointed."
"Why were you disappointed?" asked Cindy, taking Christine's hand and starting to kiss it in a most delightful manner.
"Tell me why you were disappointed," repeated Cindy.
"It was horrible, simply horrible. Bentley didn't waste time on any preliminaries. He climbed on top of me, and shoved his cock inside of me and gave me a couple of hard bangs. Then, after he came, he pulled it out and rolled over and went to sleep. He didn't even kiss me or hold me or tell me that he loved me. He didn't do any of those things."
"You poor dear!!!"
"My marriage was simply hell," continued Christine. "I soon grew more frustrated than ever. I started to go to movies, the X-rated land, and watch lovers on the screen. At night, after Bentley went to sleep, I would go into the bathroom and give myself the pleasure that he denied me."
"You used to masturbate?"
"Yes," nodded Christine. "What else was I to do? I could have taken a lover. There were many times, especially while I was in the movie house alone, that I was approached by different men, each offering to take me to bed. But they all seemed so crude, so terrible that I was repulsed. I finally decided that if I was to keep from going completely crazy, then masturbation was my only answer."
"You used to masturbate frequently?"
"Oh, quite frequently," nodded Christine, shuddering ever so slightly. "Sometimes I would masturbate to the point of orgasm seven or eight times a day. You can't imagine how horny a young girl can get sometimes."
"I know," replied Cindy. "I know all about it. Why don't you tell me how you used to masturbate?"
"Well," explained Christine. "In the beginning I used my fingers. I would stroke my heat with them, rubbing it and massaging it till I nearly exploded. After awhile I started to use a cucumber."
"A cucumber?"
"Yes," nodded Christine. "It's long and it's hard and it really filled up my cunt Shit I would almost explode as I rammed it back and forth inside of my vagina. Sometimes I would lay all afternoon in bed, with the cucumber lodged inside of me, between my legs."
"What about your husband?" asked Cindy.
"Well, he never got any better as a lover. You see, he was afraid that if he showed me any pleasure in sex, then I would develop a taste for it and would go and run around behind his back. He had been married once before and his first wife was notoriously promiscuous, which is why he divorced her."
"I see."
"He was very land when it came to other things," continued Christine. "But he refused to give me sexual satisfaction. He used to curse me when I asked him to be more gentle in bed. He would call me a tramp, and sometimes he would physically abuse me."
"Oh...."
"Yes," sighed the blonde-haired divorcee. "Whenever I showed the slightest reactions to his lovemaking, he would get angry. He didn't like it when I got wet down in my cunt. Once, while he was fucking me, I climaxed. He was so outraged that he pulled me into the bathroom and he washed out my cunt with lye soap. It was awful. He made me sit on the toilet bowl and made me spread my legs apart and he took soap and warm water and rubbed it against my vagina. He said that I was filthy for having enjoyed myself."
That stupid bastard," laughed Cindy.
"So you see," explained Christine. "Masturbation was the only outlet available for my considerable sexual energies. I kept a pretty good secret of my practice, doing it mostly in the afternoon when he was away at work."
"He never suspected then, did he?"
"No," replied Christine. "He never suspected a thing, until one night, after he had fallen asleep I went into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet seat and started to play with myself."
"I see...."
"Normally," said Christine. "I wouldn't have been so careless, not to lock the door. But that night I was very, very horny. Bentley had just fucked me, and he had managed to awaken in me a passion which I simply had to satisfy. I used a long necked wine bottle to stuff up my cunt, twisting it around in smooth circles. I worked it all the way up, inside of my pussy, and I sloshed it around in a most delightful way."
Then what happened?"
"Well, like I said," continued Christine, "I forgot to close the bathroom door. There I was, with a wine bottle stuck up my hole, playing with my clitoris, when suddenly the door burst open."
"Was it Bentley?"
"Yes, it was him," explained Christine. "I was horrified, simply horrified. I looked at him and I didn't know what to do. I began to sweat all over and my face turned red and my heart was beating like a jackhammer."
"So what happened?? " asked Cindy, kissing Christine on her face and on the erogenous regions of her neck and throat.
"Oh it was awful, just awful," replied the blonde-haired girl. "Suddenly he charged at me like a bull, pulling the wine bottle out of my cunt and smashing it in the bathtub. He picked me up and carried me into the bedroom."
"Then what did he do?? "
"Then he started to beat me with his fists. He hit me across my face till I was bleeding from my lips and nose. like a vicious animal, he cursed me and he kicked me with his feet and punched me with his hands. He made me spread open my legs and he started to maul my cunt with his fingers. He pulled at my clitoris, as though he was trying to tear it out. He pushed his fingers into my vagina and started to rip at it, the way someone would try to rip open a chicken. He turned me over on my side and he beat my ass till it was nearly black and blue. I was only nineteen at the time, and I was crying like a baby, begging him to stop torturing me like that."
"Did her
"No, he didn't," continued Christine. "He pinched me till I was black and blue all over. Then suddenly he stopped and looked down at my helpless body, at my wet face and I think that he was aroused."
"Ohhh...."
"Yes, he must have been aroused, because he pulled down his pajama bottom and I could see that his cock was standing up, nice and hard."
"Did he have a big cock?" asked Cindy. "I like a big cock."
"You do?"
"Well," laughed Cindy. "I don't have to have it inside of me. But I like to look at it. A nice, big cock arouses me, if you know what I mean."
"Well," said Christine. "Bentley was a nice, sizable fellow. I never measured his cock, but it was big and round and when he slipped it into me, it made me feel nice and full down there."
"I see," nodded Cindy, reaching down with her hands to the warmth of Christine's inner thighs.
"Shall I tell you the rest of the story?" asked Christine suddenly. "You seem to be eager to make love to me. I can see that you're wet all the way through your chemise. Does it excite you to have your finger inside of my hole? Does it thrill you to rub up my cunt?"
"I confess it does," laughed Cindy. "But I'm curious to know what your husband Bentley did to you after he gave you a beating."
"Well that must have excited him," explained Christine. "Because after taking off his pajama he climbed on top of me and started to rub his cock all over my body. He stuck it into my face, and made me take it into my mouth. Then he rubbed it against my tits and on my stomach and belly."
"Oh...."
"I think he was trying to degrade me," said Christine. "He treated me as though I was an animal, making me turn over as he pinched my ass and squeezed it till it almost turned black and blue. You know what he did afterwards?"
"No, what did your husband do to you?? "
"He fucked me in the back," said Christine.
"You mean that he stuck his penis into your ass-hole?" asked Cindy.
"No," replied the blonde-haired divorcee. "He made me get up on the bed on my hands and knees and he fucked me doggie style, if you know what I mean."
"Oh, yes I do," laughed Cindy. "I certainly do."
"He made me spread my legs apart and then he rammed his cock between my thighs and then he pushed it up against my crack, shoving it into my creamy cunt with so much strength that I almost thought he would kill me. Yes, I thought that his organ would tear through my stomach."
"You poor, sweet thing," cried Cindy. "Aren't you glad that you finally divorced that bastard?"
"Yes!"
"Aren't you glad that you're up here, in bed with me? You know, I'm nothing like your husband. I'm going to be very, very gentle with you. I'm going to fuck you the way no man has ever fucked you before. You'll enjoy it when the two of us are together. Won't you enjoy it, Christine?"
The blonde-haired girl shook her head.
"That's a sweet little pussy," whispered Cindy as she circled her arms around her lover's waist. She pulled her close and she started to kiss her again. She kissed her forehead and her cheeks and then her lips. I could see Cindy's sweet tongue dart into Christine's partly opened mouth.
Cindy then bent down and started to explore the blonde girl's luxurious body. She kissed her throat, leaving a little vampire mark before reaching down to her breasts. Christine was a top-heavy girl, with large, creamy white mammaries. Her flesh was soft and smooth, and delicately veined with thin blue lines which led to her nipples. I watched through the partially opened door as Cindy swallowed Christine's meaty little nipples, biting on them and sucking on them until they grew firm and hard, standing up like two pink cherries.
"Lie down," said Cindy gently.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Christine.
"You'll see."
"No, I want to know."
Cindy laughed: "My, but you're a curious little bitch. I'm going to eat you the way you've never been eaten before."
"You mean that you're going to kiss me between my legs?"
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "That's just what I'm going to do to you. I'm going to lick your cunt with my tongue. I'm sure that your husband Bendey never did that to you."
"No," replied Christine. "Never."
Cindy, who was still wearing a chemise, nudged Christine down to the mattress with one hand, while she rubbed the warmth of her full, fleshy inner thighs with her other hand.
"You're quite a big girl!" said Cindy.
"Do you think that I'm fat...."
"No," replied Cindy. "I like girls like you. I like big girls with meat on their body. I like girls that are soft and sweet and young. I like girls with big tits, which you certainly have."
"Yes, I certainly do," explained Christine. "I'm a size 36 with a D cup. I'm kind of proud of my breasts. Sometimes when I wear a tight sweater, men constantly leer at me. They ogle me with their eyes."
"I can't blame them," laughed Cindy, as she bent down and started to kiss Christine's soft, round tummy. She licked her white skin, covering it with saliva. Cindy alternated between kisses and bites, as she manipulated the other girl's rounded breasts with her free hands.
"You're beginning to get wet," said Cindy suddenly. "How can you tell?"
"I can smell you," replied Cindy. "My, but you have a smelly little hole."
"Does it offend you?" asked Christine.
Cindy laughed: "No, it certainly doesn't Smelly cunt is a Lesbian s delight I like a girl that gets wet down there. I like the aroma. It turns me on."
Cindy nuzzled her face between Christine's mushy soft thighs, reaching up with her tongue to her cunt Christine began to tremble, as Cindy's lips touched the hot gash. She was shivering and moaning, as Cindy swallowed up her soft, pearl shaped clitoris. Cindy bit it with her teeth, and rolled it around in her mouth, slapping it with her tongue in a most delightful manner, applying an exhilarating friction to its soft, slippery surface.
"How was that?" asked Cindy. "How did you enjoy that?"
"Heavenly!! ! Just heavenly!!!" cooed Christine, who had just about overcome her initial reluctance. Her body seemed to quiver with a molten hot passion as my wife manipulated her genitalia.
As I watched, through the partially open door, I could tell that Cynthia was an expert when it came to the art of cunnilingus. I was certain that she had done this sort of thing before. She must have eaten dozens of women in the past if not more.
I continued to watch as Cindy lapped up the feminine juices that were running so freely out of Christine's passionate love hole. She stuck her tongue inside several times, pushing it in and out the way a man would push his cock. She stroked the swollen lips of Christine's vagina in a soft, slow deliberate manner.
"Do you like that?" Cindy asked suddenly, as she lifted up her head for air.
"Oh yes," replied Christine. "That was beautiful. I'm gushing with sweat, and I feel like I'm going to explode with pleasure."
"You see, I told you that it's not so bad to have another woman make love to you."
"Oh, it can be wonderful," cried Christine, her thighs spread across the bed obscenely.
Cindy, who was still wearing a chemise, took it off. Underneath she had on a white brassiere and a pair of dark green panties. Compared to Christine, she was small and angular. Nevertheless, her body was soft and desirable and I felt excited as I watched her unhook the back of her bra, and slip out of it. I could see her young, delicate breasts, as they bounced up and down when she moved.
"Look at my breasts," said Cindy. "Do you want to kiss them?"
"Well..." said Christine. "Not yet. I still wouldn't feel right if I kissed them."
"Okay," laughed Cindy. "I can understand what you mean. The first time I had my first Lesbian experience, I also felt a Utile funny. But don't worry, after I've made love to you a couple of times, you'll get used to it and you'll be begging to kiss my boobs."
I hope so," replied Christine.
"Anyway," whispered Cindy, "you know what I'm going to do right now?"
"What?" asked Christine. "I hope that it's fun."
"Everything that I'll do to you is going to be fun," explained Cindy. "I'm an expert when it comes to young girls like yourself. I'm a very good lover and I've initiated plenty of sweet young things into the club."
"Really?"
"Oh yes," laughed Cindy. "I've slept with half the women on this block. Their husbands go away to work and they come to me and tell me all of their problems and I take them up to bed and I turn them into Lesbians. After I'm finished with a girl, she's never the same."
"Oh...."
"Don't be so uptight," whispered Cindy. "You know what I'm going to do to you now."
"What?"
"Look at my tits," said Cindy. "Look at how nice and round they are. Look at my dark little nipples. Do you see how hard they are?"
"Yes...."
"You want to know what I'm going to do with them?"
"What?" asked Christine again, quite breathless.
"I'm going to take my tits and rub them against your hot, wet cunt," replied Cindy. "Yes, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to stick my nipples into your hole, and I'm going to rub it against your slippery crack."
Christine seemed helpless as Cindy went down on top of her. She did exactly what she said that she was going to do. She nuzzled her small breasts between Christine's legs, pressing them against her creamy cunt. Christine seemed to be going into an orgasm, as Cindy rubbed her breasts against the crack.
"Shit!!!" cried the blonde divorcee.
Cindy was pleased with the reaction and kept pumping her breasts against the deep gash, rubbing it and massaging it in a most delightful manner.
I continued to watch the two women making love and I was quite excited. I could feel a hard-on growing in my pants. My genitals quivered as I watched the two Lesbians on the bed. Suddenly I couldn't control myself any longer and burst through the door.
At first, neither Christine nor Cindy seemed to be aware of my presence, as they continued their steamy love play. I walked over to the bed when my wife, Cindy looked up. Her face turned as red as a beet when she realized that I had finally discovered her little secret
"So it's you, Paul," she said stupidly.
"Yes, it's me."
"I suppose you'll be wanting an explanation."
"Yes...."
"Oh my God," Cindy suddenly cried. "Oh my God!!!"
CHAPTER EIGHT
I didn't know what to do when I saw the terror on Cindy's face. Her lips were trembling and she stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to avoid my gaze.
I'm sorry, Paul," she finally said. "I guess I should have told you the truth a long, long rime ago. There were many times when I tried. I guess I'm just a coward. I never had the courage to be honest with you."
"Well, why don't you try being honest now? Tell me all about it. How long have you been a Lesbian? Is it a recent development?"
Cindy lit up a cigarette: "No, not at all. I've been a Lesbian ever since I was sixteen years old."
"Ever since you were sixteen?" I repeated in disbelief. "You mean that you were that way even before we got married, even before the two of us met."
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
I felt angry. Our marriage had been a stupid Joke, a tragic mistake. If she had been normal, then perhaps we could have worked out our problems. Now suddenly everything became clear to me.
"Why?" I asked. "Why did you marry me? Why the hell did you marry me? Do you realize the unhappiness that you caused?"
I'm sorry," replied Cindy. "But I was in love with you in my own way. I thought that if I was married to a man, everything would be all right I thought that you would be able to make a heterosexual out of me. But I guess that I was wrong."
Christine, completely naked, was still lying on the bed, not certain what she should do. I could see that she wanted to leave, but she seemed afraid. Her soft, voluptuous body sent a wild thrill up my spine.
"You say that you were a Lesbian since you were sixteen?" I asked. Tell me how you became one."
"Are you really interested?"
"Sure," I replied. "I mean, you look like a perfectly normal girl, certainly not like one of those dykes that one reads about in the newspapers."
Cindy laughed: "It's a common misconception among heterosexuals that Lesbians are somewhat different from other women. Most Lesbians are able to blend in as easily as I was able to. Most Lesbians are young, and pretty and very feminine. It's just that we prefer making love to other women, rather than to men. It brings us more pleasure."
"Is that why you pretended to be frigid with me?" I asked.
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "That's part of the reason. I was terrified of your organ. When you used to put it into me I sometimes felt as though I was being torn apart. Making love to you made me feel dirty."
"You mean that you never enjoyed it?"
"Yes," replied Cindy. "I tried very much to have fun, but it was impossible. When you fucked me, I never had any pleasure."
"Not even in the beginning of our marriage?" I asked. "You mean to tell me that I never gave you any sexual satisfaction?"
"No, you never did," explained Cindy. "When I went to bed with you, I had to grit my teeth. Afterwards I would usually go and vomit. I hated it when you put your ugly little cock inside of my vagina. It terrified me."
"And you're not terrified when you're in bed with a woman? Don't you feel somewhat ashamed?"
"Not at all," replied Cindy. "When I make love to another woman it's soft and it's tender and very pleasurable. How can I describe to you the ecstasy that I'm able to achieve?"
I felt sick. I could hardly stand on my feet and so I pulled out a chair and sat down.
"Tell me," I said. "Tell me how it all started with you. How did you become a Lesbian?"
"Well," sighed Cindy. "It's a long story. I was sixteen at the time and I attended an all girl high school. I was very shy, and I was never very popular with boys. Most of my friends had dates, while I stayed home and listened to the radio or watched the television."
"Oh...."
Cindy closed her eyes for a second, as though she was trying to recapture the flavor of the past, as though she was trying to relive again the memories of her youth.
"I had a girlfriend named Leslie," continued Cindy. "She was two years older than me, and she showed a very great interest in me. At first the two of us were as close as sisters, always going to the movies together, always calling each other up on the telephone."
"Is she the first one you had an affair with?"
"Yes," replied my wife. "I stayed over at her house one night, which is when it happened. I remember that night quite vividly, and I don't think that I shall ever forget it as long as I five. Leslie and I had gone bowling, and when we returned home we were both feeling a bit tired. Leslie suggested that we take a bath together, so that we could wash one another's back."
"I see."
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "I think that I must have known all along what she had in mind. But being sixteen and lonely, I didn't resist."
"Was that what drove you into her arms?" I asked. "Was it loneliness?"
"Yes, it was loneliness and sexual frustration," explained Cindy. "I was a horny bitch when I was a teenager. You can't imagine how bad it can sometimes be for a young girl. That night, as Leslie unhooked my brassiere, and helped me off with my bloomers and my stockings, I felt a sense of relief. I felt like I was being freed from the chains which had kept me enslaved all through the years."
"Was she your first sexual experience?" I asked.
"Not exactly," replied Cindy. "Well, I might as well be honest with you. When I was fifteen years old, I was molested by an encyclopedia salesman. I had let him into the apartment and he had attacked me."
"He fucked you?"
"No," whispered Cindy. "But he made me do all sorts of disgusting things to him."
"Like what?"
"Like taking his cock into my mouth," explained Cindy. "I never told anyone about it, because I was afraid that I would be blamed. I was afraid that my parents would say that I had provoked him, that I had led him on."
"Oh...."
"Yes, my parents had a very funny attitude towards girls who were molested. They never blamed the rapist. My father used to say, If a girl gets raped, she was probably asking for it.'"
"Is that why you never told him about the encyclopedia salesman?" I asked.
"Yes," replied Cindy. "That's why I never told anyone about it. Many nights I would go to sleep and cry when I remembered what that man did to me. I think that I hated men from that day on."
"But it wasn't until my affair with Leslie that I actually became a Lesbian," explained Cindy. "Oh, it was simply marvelous what she did to me. First she helped me off with my clothes and then I helped her off with hers. Then the two of us climbed into the bathtub together. The water was warm, and soapy, and I remember the wild thrill that shot through my body as Leslie began to caress me. She kissed me softly on my face and on my young breasts. She swallowed them up in her mouth, and chewed on them hungrily. I closed my eyes as her hands reached down between my thighs. I was still a virgin at the time, and she put her finger into my hole and ruptured my cherry."
"Did it hurt?"
"Oh, a little bit," nodded Cindy. "But compared to the pleasure which she gave me, the pain was inconsequential. She rubbed my pussy till I climaxed. Then I did the same for her."
"Oh...."
"Later that night, while her parents were asleep, Leslie came to my room and jumped under the covers with me. She opened up my pajama top and then she pulled down my bottoms so that I was completely naked. Then she reached down with her face and she kissed me between my legs."
"You mean, she ate your cunt?"
"Yes, that's what she did," nodded Cindy. "She continued to eat me until I came again. I left a big wet pussy stain on the sheets which I noticed the next morning when I woke up. That's how hot she got me."
"I see," I smiled. "How long did your affair with Leslie last?"
"Oh, it lasted for quite awhile," replied Cindy. "I kept seeing her for about a year or so, until she left for California."
"Did you have any other relationships before you met me?"
Cindy seemed quite casual as she nodded.
"Yes," she said. "After Leslie, I fell into that type of life quite easily. You would really be surprised if you knew to what degree Lesbianism was popular at my high school. I would say that half the girls in attendance had at least one experience before graduation."
"Oh...."
"Sure," nodded Cindy. "If you throw a bunch of young, sexually mature girls together, things like that are bound to, occur. I remember a freshman named Sharon whom I made it with. And then there was my biology teacher."
"Oh, come on, you don't expect me to believe that you went to bed with one of your woman teachers!!!"
"Well, it's true whether you believe it or not," replied my wife Cindy. "Miss Janice Stimpson was in her early forties and she liked me very much. One. evening she invited me over to her home for dinner. You see, she wanted to discuss my grades with me."
"Why?"
"Because I was doing poorly in biology," explained Cindy. "She thought that a little private tutoring would help me. Well, you know, she was a spinster and I could tell that she was very frustrated."
"Oh...."
"Well, I made a pass at her," whispered Cindy. "I kissed her hand, and touched her breasts."
"What did she do?"
"She didn't do anything," replied Cindy. "I helped her off with her sweater, and then with her brassiere. Then I hiked up her skirt and undid her sweaty girdle and put my hand up against her cunt"
"Did she resist you?"
"No," said Cindy. "No girl has ever resisted me. I have a knack when it comes to seduction. I know just who to pick as a partner. I can tell whether or not a girl is ready to go to bed with me. Why, as I have already told Christine, since we moved to this house, I've managed to seduce more than half of the women in the community. Oh, it's simply marvelous."
When Christine heard her name mentioned, she jumped. Her warm, voluptuous body was spread out delightfully across the bed. She was a full, buxom blonde, with plenty of flesh in just the right places.
"Oh Cindy," she said. "Can I go now?"
"If you want to," replied my wife.
"Wait a second," I said. "Why do you want to leave? Didn't you come up here for sex?"
"Yes," replied Christine. "Your wife made me come up here. I was feeling a little bit lonely. But I'm not a Lesbian. I'm normal."
"Yeah," I laughed. "You sure are normal. Did anyone ever tell you that you have the most delightful little ass in the whole world. My wife sure knows how to pick them, doesn't she?"
"You like her honey?" asked Cindy. "Would you like to fuck her?"
"Would I like to fuck her?" I asked. "What the hell kind of a question is that? Look at how big my cock is. I feel as though it's going to pop out of my pants. Sure I would like to fuck this bitch."
"Hey, wait a second," said Christine. "I don't like it when you call me a bitch. And I don't like the way the two of you are talking about me as if I was just a sack of potatoes."
"Oh, I'm sorry if we've given you that impression," said Cindy. "You're not a sack of potatoes. You're a bundle of Pussy."
Christine tried to get up from the bed, and walk out of the room. But before she could take a step, Cindy grabbed hold of her long, blonde tresses, and pulled her back to the mattress and threw her down.
Meanwhile I already had unbuckled my belt and was pulling down my trousers. I felt aroused, and I wondered what it would be like to make love to a stranger while my wife was watching.
"Shit! !" I laughed as I rolled off my jockey shorts. My cock was hard and erect, pointing up in the air like a damn flagpole.
"Hey, what are you two going to do to me?? " asked Christine. She seemed frightened, trapped.
"Don't worry about a thing," replied my wife. "We're both going to take care of you in our own way."
"I'm afraid."
"Don't be afraid honey," laughed my wife, a wicked expression creeping across her lips. She jumped onto the bed, on top of Christine and she started to kiss her on the mouth.
"Don't be afraid honey," my wife repeated. "My husband is going to take care of you the way you like it. Look at him. Look how big and hard his cock is. Isn't it the best looking thing that you've ever seen?"
"Let me out of here," begged Christine.
"Shush," warned Cindy, as she grabbed the blonde-haired woman by her mammoth breasts and started to squeeze them. Christine seemed to respond in a most delightful way, closing her eyes and breathing very heavily. I jumped onto the bed, and grabbed hold of her ankles and pulled them apart. She offered a little resistance at first, but soon she surrendered completely.
"We're going to make love to you," promised Cindy. "That's not painful, now is it?"
My wife and I began to kiss the blonde woman's body. While Cindy kissed her face, I kissed her thighs, and her calves. I reached up with my hand to her blonde muff and I tickled it with my middle finger. Then I drilled my way inside, deep into the murky softness of her wet vagina.
"How does it feel?" asked Cindy. "Do you like her cunt?"
"Yes!!!"
"So do I," replied Cindy, who bent over with her mouth and started to lick the lips of Christine's vagina, alternately kissing it and biting it. Suddenly Cindy looked at my meaty cock and she kissed it also.
"Even a Lesbian knows a good thing when she sees it," Cindy laughed. "Go on and put your cock into my mouth."
"Sure," I replied. While Cindy opened up her lips, I wiggled it in. I felt strange, because I had never been in bed with two women before. While my wife proceeded to chew on my erection, I continued to manipulate Christine's naked pussy with my hand. I rolled my fingers into the deep, dark hole. I drilled them inside, one at a time. I tickled her, and I squeezed her and I massaged her in a most delightful manner.
Meanwhile, Cindy continued to lave my hard penis with her tongue. She seemed to have lost all inhibitions and was concerned only with sexual gratification. She spit my cock out of her mouth, and she turned to kiss Christine's breasts. Then she returned to my genitals. She switched back and forth in an almost feverish manner, licking my testicles and then biting Christine's creamy white breasts.
"Hey, this is great," she exclaimed, grabbing my long, erect organ with both of her hands. She rolled it in her palms, pulling on it, and beating it softly with her fingers. She mauled it with her nails, and squeezed it in her fists, and bit it with her teeth.
Suddenly I felt like I was going to explode.
"Hey, I want to fuck someone," I said.
Tuck the cow," Cindy suggested.
"You mean her?" I asked.
"Sure, that's just who I mean," replied Cindy. "I want to watch while you fuck her."
I climbed on top of Christine, and I felt as though I was going to burst. Her cunt was soft and creamy, as I jammed my rod into it. She held me tightly with her womanly muscles, grinding me up like a hunk of meat
"Shit" I cried. I'm coming!! ! I'm coming!!!"
Suddenly, and uncontrollably, I ejaculated, pouring my semen into her warm receptacle. I shot it all over her and she was hot and gooey when I pulled myself out. I could see some of my come dripping from the edges of her labia.
"Oh, let me lick it off," cried Cindy. "Please let me lick it off."
There was plenty of semen surrounding my semi-soft penis. Cindy bent over and ticked it off with her tongue. She sucked the last remaining drops out of my throbbing organ. Then she ticked my balls up, and she kissed my loins.
"I like the way it tastes," she laughed, before turning to Christine, who we were using the way someone would use a slave. Cindy made her spread her legs apart and then began to lick her up. First she ticked the semen from the labial fold that guarded the entrance to her vagina. Then she inserted her tongue through the vestibule, into the honey pot and she licked it clean.
I watched with ardor as my wife performed cunnilingus on the blonde-haired divorcee. I was sitting behind her on the bed so I could see the rosy red cheeks of her ass staring me in the face. Suddenly I attacked them with my mouth. While Cindy continued to lap up the juices that were dripping out of Christine's cunt, I began to kiss Cindy's ass. I inserted my tongue into the crack, all the way up her tight little anus. She was a little salty tasting, but the flavor was quite delightful.
So it went for the rest of the afternoon, as I made love to the two women. I can't explain the thrill which I experienced, being in bed with both of them. I must have fucked Christine two or three times, and once I came in Cindy's hands. Later we all fell asleep, and slept well into the night. The next morning, my energy returned to me, so I fucked Christine again, while Cindy watched.
"Can I fuck you now?" I asked my wife.
"No," she replied. "I simply don't like the idea of you putting your tool into my vagina. I'm still a Lesbian, you know."
"Oh, come off it," I protested. "Why won't you let me do it to you?"
"Because I don't want you to," replied Cindy. "And that's that. I'm not a cow, like her. I'm not a urinal, for you to piss inside of."
"Oh, please," I begged, wanting her more than I ever wanted anyone before. "Please let me put it into you!! ! Please!!!"
"Okay," Cindy finally said. "You can do it in my ass, if you want to. I like it in the ass."
"That's how I did it to you the first time."
"Yeah!!!"
Cindy turned over on the bed, and moved her rump in my direction. I stared at the rosy red cheeks and I felt my body surge with energy. Suddenly I fell on her and jammed my cock into her anus. It took me a long time to come, but when I came I was a very happy man.
CHAPTER NINE
One Saturday afternoon, a couple of weeks before Easter, Lillian and I drove upstate for a picnic. It was a warm day and we found a nice spot near a river, far away from everyone. We spread a blanket out, across the grass and then the two of us sat down.
Lillian looked beautiful as she unstrapped her sandals and threw them underneath a tree. She was wearing a blue work shirt and a pair of cut down dungarees that fit her nice and tight. The fullness of her figure stood out against her clothes in a most provocative manner. Her eyes seemed to sparkle, and her glowing red hair shimmered in the sunlight.
"You know, you're sexy!! " I said, leering at her jugs, ogling them like a dirty old man.
"So you still like me?"
"Sure," I replied. "I've always liked you. In fact, I'm in love with you, I am!! "
"If you loved me, then you wouldn't treat me the way that you do."
"How's that?" I asked. "Don't I take care of you?"
Lillian curled up like a baby, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her hot breath on my neck, and the warmth of her trembling female body burn into my flesh.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I asked. "Haven't I been treating you good?"
"No," replied Lillian. "I hardly see you anymore, you know. I get lonely at night"
"But I try to come over as much as I can," I explained. "I've got a lot on my mind, lately. Business isn't going so well, and I've got family troubles. I haven't got as much time as I would like."
I had never seen Lillian in such a seductive mood. She was warm and sweet, as she rubbed her breasts against my arms. She reached down with her fingers to my fly, and carefully unzipped my trousers and hauled out my rather limp, droopy penis. She held it in her hands curiously, not in a sexual, but in a clinical manner.
"You know," she said. "This really isn't much, when you come right down to it."
I laughed, as I reached up to the top button on her blue work shirt. I opened it up and rubbed my hand across her trembling throat. She seemed to be made out of glass as I caressed and fondled her naked flesh.
"Why don't you see me more often?" she asked, bitterly, pulling away from me. "What am I? Your whore or something? You fuck me and then you're gone. I didn't bargain for that sort of arrangement."
She was right, of course, and I felt like a heel. The last couple of months had been hectic for me. A couple of business deals had fallen through. I was losing weight, and of course there was the problem with Cindy, not to mention my daughter Glenda.
"Come on," I finally said. "Why can't you try to understand my dilemma?"
"Because I don't feel very secure," replied Lillian. "I don't know where I stand with you. I mean, the two of us lead a rather satisfying sex life, but that's all. I don't like the idea of being your mistress, sitting by the telephone and waiting for your call. I've had plenty of propositions from nice, eligible bachelors which I've had to turn down because of you."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Marry me," replied Lillian. "That's the way things are done where I come from."
I laughed: "All women are the same. They grab hold of your cock, and the first thing that you know they want to get married."
Suddenly Lillian moved closer to me. She unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the smooth roundness of her milky white breasts. They looked like two ripe fruits, hanging down from a young tree. Her nipples became erect under my gaze, growing harder until they formed little peaks. My lips tingled as I stared at her young, delicious body.
"Don't you think that you would enjoy being married to me?" she suddenly asked. "Don't we have fun together? I would make a wonderful wife for you. Besides, I'd like to get pregnant. I want to have your baby."
Lillian gave me her hand and she pulled me close to her. My organ, which was hanging out of my pants, had grown fully erect. Lillian bent over and kissed it. Then she kissed me on the face, in a most obscene way, sticking her tongue into my mouth as she rubbed her bosom to my chest. The two of us rolled off the blanket, onto the grass, like two wild animals.
"Come and get me," Lillian whispered enticingly, as she broke out of my embrace, mnning up a hill as swift as a deer. I threw off my shirt and undid my pants, so that I was completely naked. Then I chased after her, catching her near the river. We fell on the soft ground, and my hands went eagerly to the warmth of her inner thighs. I rubbed her down there, between her legs and she responded the way she always responded to my manipulations, melting like a baby into my arms, sighing and moaning like a hot bitch.
"Oh Paul," she cried. "Before you do it to me, tell me that you love me."
"Sure I do...."
"But say it," insisted Lillian. "Please say that you love me. I like so much to hear it from your lips. I want to hear the words."
"I love you," I whispered, not really sure whether or not I meant it. I mean, I've loved every bitch that I ever fucked. I remember when I was seventeen years old. There was this girl called Elmore. She was a big pig of a girl, with the hottest, wettest cunt that you ever did see. But when a guy is seventeen, he takes what he can get, which is how I got involved with her. I met her in a party and I started to mess around with her. Sometimes I used to fuck her two or three times a day. And every time I did it to her, I always told her that I loved her. And the strangest thing is that I really thought that I did.
Who knows what love is? Certainly I don't. I mean, some of the times I love my daughter Glenda. Other times I love my wife Cindy. Still other times I love some anonymous little bird in hot pants that I see passing me down on the street
I looked into Lillian's eyes and at her half parted lips and I decided that I was terribly fond of her, that I actually wouldn't mind being married to her. Certainly it would be better than being married to a Lesbian with nymphomaniacal tendencies, which pretty much sums up what Cindy is all about
"Lillian," I said. "Sure I love you. I really mean it"
When I said those words, you should have seen her eyes brighten up. You couldn't have bought that expression for a million bucks, because you can't buy honest and spontaneity and wholesomeness.
I reached down with my hands to the snap of Lillian's dungarees. With a flick of a finger, I pulled it open. Then I pulled down the zipper in front and the pants spread apart, all the way down to the crotch. Underneath I could see that she was wearing a pair of flower colored, bikini panties. They were fresh, just slightly moist, as I pushed my hands underneath the waistband.
"You have soft skin," I said. "You feel just like a little baby."
"You say the sweetest things," Lillian laughed, as I reached down, past her beaver, to the warmth of her throbbing heat As I drilled my finger into her cunt I remembered the first girl who had ever let me touch her. It was a girl named Sandra and she lived in the same building as I did. The two of us were fifteen at the time, and we were sitting in the hallway with nothing to do one hot summer afternoon.
I'm not exactly sure how things started, although I sometimes like to think that I was the one who made the first move. Actually, it could have been her who got the ball rolling.
Sandra was a sweet dumpling of a girl, with a big rosy ass and small, flat little tits. So, like I was saying, we were sitting in the hallway with nothing to do. Suddenly we started to kiss one another, the way we had seen in the movies. The two of us must have looked a little bit ridiculous, trying to imitate Clark Gable and Vivian Leigh, groping curiously with our hands.
Well as it turned out, I let Sandra touch my penis and she let me put my finger on her cunt. For the rest of that summer, every single day the two of us would meet in the hall and we would make out, pretending that we were the world's greatest lovers. Once she rubbed my cock so hard that I came, spilling my seed all over her legs and skirt. That was the first time that I was ever jerked off. Nowadays, I hear, kids are fucking when they're that young, if what I read is correct. When I was young, you were lucky if you got a kiss, which just goes to show you how the world is changing.
I was so caught up, thinking about Sandra, and that wonderful summer of my youth, that I must have forgotten all about Lillian. She slapped me across my face, lovingly of course, and she brought me back from my daydream.
"You seemed lost," she laughed. "What's the matter? Are you getting senile or something?"
My hand was still inside of her juicy cunt
"Sorry," I said. "I was thinking about the past. You know, I suddenly remembered an old flame of mine. Her name is Sandra. The two of us used to fool around a bit. I wonder what she's doing nowadays?"
Lillian laughed: "She's probably humping the mailman."
"Naw, I don't think so," I replied. "She was a wholesome girl."
"So what," said Lillian. "She could still be humping the mailman. Unless of course it's the plumber. Then of course, she might be making it with the delivery boy from the supermarket. Oh, my dear Paul, the possibilities are infinite. Most women, of which I am one, are promiscuous by nature. Didn't you know that?"
"Stop teasing me," I said. "Did you have an old flame when you were fifteen years old?"
"Sure I did," replied Lillian. "There was this boy with freckles whose name was Jack. He used to come around and call on me. He was sixteen and I think that he was in love."
"With your
"Oh no," laughed Lillian. "He wasn't in love with me. I think that he was in love with a girl called Bobbie Jean, from school. He figured that he would make her jealous by coming around to see me. When I was fifteen, I was the skinniest little thing in the whole wide world. I looked just like a stick. My mother used to make me drink a half a glass of cod fiver oil which tasted crummy. She said that if I didn't fill out then I would never find myself a man."
"Well you sure did fill out most delightfully," I laughed. "You're not flat as a stick anymore. You're sweet as a pussy cat. You're the sweetest little bitch that I ever laid my eyes on."
"Am I sweeter than Sandra?"
"Much sweeter," I replied. "And you're sweeter than Elinore and Beatrice, and Selina and Britt."
"Are those all the other women in your lifer asked Lillian.
"Those are the ones that I remember," I laughed. There were a couple of other girls, but I can't think of any of them at the moment You want to know about Elinore?"
"Sure...."
"She was a fat ugly bitch. Her father was a dentist and I met her at a party."
"She sounds interesting."
"Well, she was," I replied. "I mean, you've never seen an uglier girl in your whole life. But she used to jump around and act like the biggest little sexpot in the whole borough of Brooklyn. She had a dozen boys on the string."
"Did she have you on the string?"
"Sure she did," I replied. "She used to fuck, which was one of her better qualities. In those days there weren't many girls who fucked. Really, it's true."
"Oh...."
"Sure," I explained, florals are changing. Today, by the time a boy reaches his fifteenth birthday, he's probably balled a half a dozen chicks. Girls put out much easier. Instead of giving you a good-night kiss after the first date, they give you a hand job. After the second date, if you haven't got her in the sack, then you're slow as molasses."
"I guess," laughed Lillian. Tell me about the other women in your life."
"Well there was Beatrice," I sighed. "I don't remember much about her, except that she had the longest black hair that you ever did see. It reached all the way down to her ankles. She was short, with a big pair of titties. Boy she sure liked to be touched on those tits of hers. She would beg me to kiss them and bite on them."
"Oh...."
"She also used to fuck like a bunny," I explained. "She was a busy little beaver. I think that every guy in the graduating senior class at high school made it with her."
"How old was she?"
"I think that she was fifteen or something like that," I said. "A friend of mine, who knew her, introduced us. I was eighteen and she was fifteen which made me feel like I was robbing the cradle. My friend told me that she put out if she liked a guy, so I took her to the movies."
"Was your friend right?"
"He sure was," I smiled. "She was a greedy little bitch. She made me give her a dollar and then she let me do it to her. In those days, a dollar was very hard to come by. I used to save up all week just for her."
"Sounds divine," exclaimed Lillian. "You really have a most varied sex life. Who else was there?? "
"There was Selina and Britt," I replied. "Selina was a girl that I met in college. She wasn't bad looking, but I didn't like the way she was always telling me what to do. I finally had to drop her."
"She was bossy?"
"Yeah, you might say that," I answered. "She was the biggest ball-buster on the whole goddamn campus. She was the type of girl who would ask you why you weren't moving it around, once you got into her."
"Oh...."
"Every time we went to bed, she would give me a lecture all about sex," I continued. "She'd tell me that I shouldn't worry about a thing because she knew what to do and she would teach me. Whenever I made a move, she would tell me to do something else. For instance, when I fingered her, she would ask me to play with her jugs. When I played with her jugs, she would tell me to finger her. Finally I had to let her go. I think that if I had stayed around much longer she would have cut off my cock and hung it in her hying room, as a trophy."
"So ... she was a collector?"
"That's exactly what she was," I replied. "But compared to Britt, she was a girl scout."
"Who was Britt?" asked Lillian. "Did she come from Sweden?"
"No, but you're close. Britt was an exchange student from Germany. She showed definite sadistic tendencies."
"Oh?"
"She used to dress up in leather panties, and high heel boots and order me to kiss her fee."
"She made you do that?"
"That's the type of girl she was," I explained. "Her ambition was to become the warden of an all-male prison. She was funny, really she was. She used to make me he down on the floor and then she would straddle over me and rub her little wet pussy in my face."
"I'd imagine you got a kick out of that."
"Oh, it was fun all right," I replied. "But then, one day she tried to piss all over me."
"She wanted to piss on you?"
"YepI!" I nodded. "Thafs just what she wanted to do to me. She wanted to piss in my face."
"So what did you say?"
"I said good-bye. That was the last time I had anything to do with Britt. A couple of times she invited me to come up to her apartment. She promised not to be so sadistic. But, I told her not to bother me. I didn't care too much for her form of sexual expression."
"I'll bet you didn't," said Lillian. "She must have been a real weirdo or something."
"I suppose."
Lillian looked up at me and smiled: "Who came after her?"
"Oh, there were a couple of girls here and there," I said. "I hardly remember any of them, except that I really had a ball in college. Then I graduated and married my present wife Cindy."
"Whom you love and adore?"
I laughed: "I hate that bitch. Being married to her has made me quite a miserable man."
"What about your daughter Glenda?" asked Lillian. "Are you happy with her?"
"No," I replied. "I'm not pleased with my wife or with my offspring. I think that I would be much better off if I had as little to do with them as possible."
"Why don't you get a divorce?"
"I wish I could," I replied. "I've asked Cindy several times already for a divorce."
Suddenly Lillian looked at me, a coy expression on her sweet little face. Her green eyes hid more than they revealed, and her large breasts stared enticingly.
"Hey!" she asked. "What would you do if you divorced your wife?"
"You know what I would do," I replied.
"No, tell me."
"I would marry you, of course," I exclaimed.
Lillian threw her arms around my neck, and I knew that she was ready to be fucked. I reached down and helped her off with her dungarees. Then I made her sit up for a second, and I rolled off her flower print panties. I threw them away, somewhere in the grass and I pressed my lips to hers. She opened up and swallowed up my tongue.
"Fuck me, Paul," she cried. "I want you to put yourself inside of me. I want to feel your cock inside of my wet pussy."
The two of us started to roll on the grass, locked in a tight embrace. I bit her on the erogenous regions of her neck and throat, blowing soft, hot kisses into her ears. She shivered wildly, as I reached underneath, to her full, firm, round little ass. I squeezed it in my hands, massaging the soft white flesh with my eager fingers. I heard her moan, as she responded, shaking her hips and twining her long legs around mine.
"Now," she cried. "Put it into me now!! "
I reached with my hands to the soft warmth of her inner thighs, caressing and fondling her as I moved up to the mouth of her cunt. She was hot and wet as I pulled open the drape like folds of her labia, reaching into the hole with my fingers. I rubbed her up a bit, getting her ready for what was to follow.
"Ahhhhh..." she cried as I pulled my finger out of the crack I lifted her up just a bit, and I slid my hard cock between her creamy white legs. I nuzzled it into her cunt, past the hot, wet lips, through the vestibule, into the churning orifice.
In all the times that I had fucked Lillian (and I had done it to her plenty of times) I had never seen her so eager. It was as though our talk about marriage had aroused her passions to a feverish state. She was letting herself go with me, trusting me for the first time.
I was gentle with her, very careful, guiding my cock into her vagina, sliding it into her in a most deliberate manner. I could feel the way her womanly muscles started to pull at the head of my cock. She was slimy and gooey, slick and well lubricated. My shaft sloshed around inside of her cunt like a fish inside of a pond.
"Do you love me?" she suddenly asked. I could feel her legs closing tightly around me, as she tugged at my organ with the teeth of her vagina, pulling me deeper and deeper into the quaking whirlpool.
"Paul," she asked again, desperately. "Do you love me? Please tell me that you do!!!"
"Sure I love you," I replied, kissing her sweaty neck. I ravaged her body with my teeth, biting her under her armpits and on her throat and breasts. I swallowed up her nipples, one at a time, rolling them around with my tongue, sucking on them and kissing them as she tingled.
For my part, I was ready to come. I mean, I felt so hot all over that I could have exploded at any moment But over the years I have learned a certain amount of self-control. Some of my friends rub their cocks with de-sensitizing creams and jellies. I think about baseball. As I jammed my cock back and forth inside of her, I was trying to remember who was the starting pitcher for the Mets on opening day at the Polo Grounds. I'll admit that it doesn't sound very romantic, but at least it kept me in control of the situation.
"Harder," she cried. "Drill it into me harder. Please, Paul, make me feel like a woman!!!"
I reached underneath her again, with my hands and I grabbed her ass in my palms. She had a soft Utile ass, and I liked to touch it, to feel it. I kneaded the rolling cheeks with my fingers, twisting my thumb into the crack. I jammed my thumb all the way into her ass-hole, as my cock continued to slide in and out of her cunt I was playing her the way a man would play a violin, rubbing my bow across her strings, kissing her as I listened to the sweet music of her feverish passion.
"Are you almost there?" I asked. "Can you feel your orgasm?"
"I think so," she cried, digging her fingernails into my back, ripping at me in a merciless manner. I continued to pump her with my erection, ramming her so hard that my balls started to shiver.
"Now," she cried. "I'm coming."
Suddenly she exploded, jumping back and forth in a devilish manner. Her loins and her thighs were wild with heat. Her breasts tingled with passion. She scratched my back, and bit my face a thousand times, as she experienced that sweet moment of ultimate release.
At that very moment I ejaculated. I know that many people think that the mutual orgasm is a myth, an impossibility. Well, if you play your cards right, anything is possible. Thinking about the Mets had saved me again. I waited until I could feel Lillian rumbling underneath me, and then I relaxed my muscles.
"Shit!!!" I cried, and closed my eyes as my seed spilled into her womb. I must have rained a river into her, shooting again and again, until I was exhausted, completely empty.
I left my cock inside of her, and kissed her sweet, young face when it was over. Suddenly I realized how much I really loved her, how much I really cared for her. That was good," I said.
"I know," she replied. "I could really feel it that time. I don't think that you ever fucked me like that since we've started going together. It was like a fairy tale. I could hear bells. Really, I heard them ringing in my brain. I think that I still hear them."
"You're balmy," I laughed. "But I love you anyway."
We stayed in the grass like that, locked in each other's arms for a little while longer. Then I pulled my rather limp penis out of her vaginal orifice. I told her to lick it and I patted her head when she did. She was a good girl, kissing my shaft in a most tender, and loving manner. She also took my balls into her mouth and she sucked on them for several seconds before spitting them out
"Come on," she said. "Let's eat"
We ran back to our blanket and we unpacked the food. Both of us ate voraciously, stuffing our mouths till we were satisfied.
Tastes great!! " I said, holding a chicken wing aloft.
"I fried it in butter," she laughed. I'm a good cook, you know. I will make some man a very good wife, one of these days."
"Are you hinting?" I asked.
"Well, I wouldn't mind if you did marry me," she replied. I'm eager to raise a family."
"You are?"
"Sure I am," she replied, as I almost chocked on the chicken. "I hope that you get me pregnant, so that you'll have to marry me."
Suddenly the thought of impregnating her didn't sound like such a bad idea. I put my head in her lap and I kissed her soft, white thighs. Then I reached down with my tongue, to her hot little clit and I started to play around with it.
"You know, you're a juicy little bitch," I said. "You really know how to fuck."
"I learned it all from you," replied Lillian. "The two of us fit together perfectly. I mean, when we do it, everything comes out as smooth and as nice as a summer s breeze. It's as though your cock was made for my cunt."
"Now you're being philosophical," I replied.
"Oh Paul," she said. "I hate to pester you like this. But I want to know when you're going to divorce your wife?"
That was a hard question to answer. Did I have the strength to do it? I would certainly have liked to get rid of her years ago. But every time I got up the nerve, something interfered.
"Well?" asked Lillian again. "Are you going to get rid of her or not? I want this as much for your sake as for mine. Haven't you noticed how much happier you are with me?"
"Well!!!"
"Sure!! " Lillian continued. "When you came to pick me up this morning, you looked simply terrible. There were lines all over your face, and your mouth was hanging down sadly and it appeared as though the entire world was falling in on you."
"Maybe it was."
"But look what happened after only a couple of hours in my care," exclaimed Lillian. "You look like a spry young cock."
"I do?"
"You look happy for a change," said Lillian. I'm the one who did that to you. If you were married to me, you would be happy all the time. Really you would. I wouldn't give you time to worry about business or any of those other, unimportant matters."
"You've convinced me," I laughed, guzzling down a can of rather warm, flat beer. "You know what?"
"What?"
I'm going to get rid of my wife as soon as I can," I promised. "Now stop pestering me."
"You really mean it."
"I mean it"
"Oh Paul, I love you," cried Lillian, throwing her arms around my neck. I think that she was ready for another round of sex. But, being only a man, I didn't have the strength, so I ate her out. I must say that it was a most pleasant task, and I was able to stimulate her to the point of orgasm using my tongue alone.
Awhile later, the two of us went swimming in the nude. By that time my strength had returned and I was ready for the task. I grabbed her around the waist in the water and I forced my cock between her legs. It was a little hard getting it up, inside of her, but I finally managed after strenuous effort.
"This is fun," Lillian laughed. "It tickles when you move."
"You know," I said. "I've never done it in the water before. It feels funny, almost strange."
The friction was delightful, as I pumped myself into her cunt. This time I came before she did. By sheer will power I was able to keep my cock hard, sliding it into her snatch until she too was ready to climax.
We spent the rest of the day, sleeping, eating and fucking on the grass. If you've never tried it, then you ought to. Take my word for it, there's nothing better! I And I mean nothing!! ! ! !
CHAPTER TEN
It was about a week before Easter, a rainy afternoon, and I was sitting home trying to concentrate on the newspaper. Cindy was away for the weekend, supposedly visiting an old friend who was sick. Of course, I suspected that she was involved in a Lesbian affair with some girl, which was the real reason for her absence.
I kept looking at the newspaper and I kept thinking of a way to get a divorce. I could always threaten to expose her, if she refused. But I knew that Cindy would only laugh. What evidence did I actually have? It would be my word against hers in the court. There would be a whole scandal, and Lillian would probably be dragged into it. The whole mess seemed terribly impossible. It was as though I were a fly, caught in a spider's web. There was no way out of my dilemma.
Just then I heard a car pull into our driveway. I looked out and I saw that it was Glenda's Porsche. She parked the automobile, and then she jumped out and ran into the house, where I was waiting to greet her.
"Aren't you back from school a little early?" I asked, in a stern, fatherly tone. I looked at her and she seemed as beautiful as I last remembered her to be. Her brown hair, wet from the rain, was done up in a bun. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a matching top, with white socks that went up to her knees. Altogether she looked very collegiate, very exciting.
"Well?" I asked again. "Aren't you back a little early?"
"No," she replied. "The student body voted for a longer spring recess and the administration agreed. They don't want a riot, like last year. By the way, where's Mom?"
"Gone!!"
"Is she visiting another one of her sick girlfriends?" asked Glenda in a sarcastic tone, taking my arm and walking with me into the living room.
"Yes," I said. "A friend of hers in Connecticut came down with the flu."
"And you believe that crap?" asked Glenda. "She's probably making it all up."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know what I mean," replied Glenda. "She probably has a lover and is off with him somewhere. Or maybe it's a her? Did you know that Mom was queer?"
I pretended to be shocked: "She's queer? What makes you say that?"
"I don't know," whispered Glenda. "But once, a couple of years ago, when I came home from school, I caught her in the living room with Mrs. Williamson, from around the block"
"Mrs. Williamson? Who the hell is she?"
"Oh, you know," sighed Glenda. "You know that chubby woman whose husband works in advertising. She's got a big bust, and she always wears a low cut dress to show her cleavage."
"Yes, I remember." I nodded. "So what about her?"
"Well, a couple of years ago, I caught the two of them in the living room, going hot and heavy at it"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, poor Daddy, I don't want to shock you, but I think that your wife and my mother is a Lesbian."
"A Lesbian? Don't be silly."
So Glenda had known all these years and hadn't told me? I felt hurt. I was the last one in this family to know anything. I had married a woman and had lived with her for twenty years and during all that time I had never suspected that she was queer. I felt like a fool, an idiot.
"Yeah," Glenda continued. "I remember that day, when I caught her with Mrs. Williamson. Mom's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was lying on the floor. Mrs. Williamson was kissing her breasts."
"Oh...."
"It was the weirdest sight that I ever did see," continued Glenda. "The two of them looked like they were having a lot of fun. Mom had her hand stuck up Mrs. Williamson's dress, and I think that she was fingering her."
"You said that you saw the two of them? Did they see you?"
"No," replied Glenda. "I was able to watch for a second, and then I left, before anyone spotted me."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I don't know," replied Glenda. "It didn't seem important. I never thought very much of it But just now, when you told me that Mom was visiting a sick friend, I suddenly realized the truth. She's a Lesbian all right. I guess that's why she doesn't like going to bed with you."
"Let's not talk about it anymore," I said. "Anyway, it's none of your business. It's our affair."
"Okay, if that's the way you feel about it," said Glenda, stretching out on the couch as she unbuttoned the plaid jacket that she was wearing. Her large, opulent bust looked absolutely delicious, jutting out against the white jersey blouse that she wore underneath.
"Listen," I said. "Tell me how things have been since Christmas. You haven't written much. I trust that you've been a little more discriminating in your sex life."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well you know," I replied. "I hope that you haven't been going to that fraternity and getting gang-banged again."
Glenda laughed: "I've been a good little girl, and I've kept myself clean."
"Did you miss me?" I asked, suddenly aroused by my daughter's body. I tried to control myself, but I realized that it was impossible. With Cindy in Connecticut for the weekend, sooner or later Glenda and I would end up in bed again. It was only a question of time. I think that she must have been aware of this fact also. She seemed in a playful mood, and she looked at me in a most seductive manner.
"Sure I missed you, Daddy," she laughed. "I was expecting you to come up and visit me again. You know a couple of nights ago I had a dream about you."
"Really?"
"I was planning to go to Florida with a friend," Glenda continued. "But after that dream, I just knew that I would have to see you. It was a very naughty one."
"Oh...."
"You know what it was about? I dreamed that the two of us were husband and wife."
"I think that every girl wants to marry her father," I said, blinking my eye.
Glenda continued: "I dreamed that we were driving in a car and that you pulled over to the side of the road and then the two of us got into the back and made love. You pulled off my clothes and then you fucked me."
"Oh..
"It was a beautiful dream, and when I woke up, I had my finger on my cunt and I was in the middle of a beautiful climax."
"So it was a wet dream," I laughed. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it."
Glenda nuzzled closer to me, taking my hand and kissing it in a slavish manner. She seemed to be in love with me, which both frightened and excited me.
"How long will Mom be gone?" she asked suddenly.
"At least till Monday morning," I replied. "Do you have anything in mind?"
Glenda undid the ribbon that held her hair in a bun, permitting the curly brown strands to fall across her shoulders and neck, onto the swell of her opulent bosom. I felt uncomfortable, slightly sweaty, as I watched her move closer to me. She pressed her young body to mine, and I could feel the heat of her flesh rise into my nostrils. I could almost taste her sweetness on my tongue, as she took my hand and squeezed it.
"Did you miss me, Daddy pie?" she asked. "Did you miss me the way I missed you? Did you have any wet dreams about me?"
"No," I confessed. "But I did think about you ... about us. I've felt very, very guilty about what has happened in the past."
"You have? I thought that you were past that stage," smiled Glenda. "How does it help you to feel guilty? Guilt is part of the decadent past!! We live in a new world, a different world and people can do whatever the hell they want to do. Take me, for instance, I don't feel guilty about anything that I do. When I get horny, I find myself a man and take him up to bed and fuck him. Do I feel guilty afterwards? The answer is an emphatic and resounding, 'No!! '"
"Sounds marvelous," I laughed.
Glenda began unbuttoning the front of my shirt, letting her soft, warm fingers slide inside. She rubbed my chest in a most delightful manner, like a nurse, squeezing my nipples and scratching my skin. I could feel an odd, tingling sensation climb up my back, across my spine.
"Do you want to kiss me Daddy?? " she asked.
"Well...."
"Please," she begged hungrily. "I came all the way down to New York, just so that I could see you again. Don't disappoint me."
"But I'm afraid," I said.
"Men aren't supposed to be afraid," replied Glenda, getting up from the couch, prancing in front of me like a proud mare.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
I'm going to take my clothes off," she replied. "Do you want to watch me strip? Do you Daddy?"
I was silent.
Glenda began to dance around the room, in a most obscene manner, unbuttoning her blouse as she gyrated her hips. Then she reached back to the hooks of her brassiere and she carefully undid them.
"Do you like them?" she asked, as she let the cups of her brassiere fall to the parquet floor, exposing the magnificent fullness of her naked breasts.
"Well?" she repeated again. "Do you like my titties? Do you think that they're beautiful? Do you think that they're sexually desirable?"
"What a silly question," I laughed. "You've got the grandest pair of jugs that I ever did see."
Glenda was pleased with my answer, continuing to dance around on the floor, kicking her shoes across the room. Then she unzipped the side of her plaid skirt and let it fall to the ground. Underneath she was wearing a pair of frilly cotton bloomers, the kind that you hardly see anymore. I guess it was part of the collegiate look that she was trying to cultivate.
"Daddy, do you want me to take off my bloomers?" she asked. "Do you want to look at my cunt? Huh? Do you?"
"Sure," I nodded. "I don't mind."
Glenda seemed in a playful mood, eager to please. She tugged at the waistband of the undergarment, pulling it down across her thighs and calves. In another second, she was completely naked, and I could see the thick, curly patch of brown pubic hair that grew underneath her belly in a most enticing manner.
"You know, you're a hairy bitch," I laughed as Glenda walked over to me and unzipped my fly. She put her hands inside of my trousers and she found my hard cock and she hauled it out. She examined it for several seconds, as though she was becoming reacquainted with a long, lost friend. She slapped it up a little with her fingers, and then she reached inside again and she touched my quivering balls.
"Hey," I said. "It would be much better if I got undressed."
"I thought that you'd never get around to that," she laughed, patting the shaft of my large, erect organ. Then she pulled away and watched as I got out of my pants and shorts. In another second I was completely naked, my body completely exposed to her hungry gaze.
I suppose, if I had wanted to, I could have climbed on top of her at that moment, right in the middle of the living room and put my manhood into her eager little snatch. But I was in no hurry.
I sat down beside Glenda and I cupped my palms around her breasts. I examined them in an impersonal manner, like a doctor, squeezing them and pinching them and massaging them with my fingers. I reached up to her nipples and slapped them till they were hard as cherry pits. Then I reached down, with my hand, exploring the fruits of her body. I touched her stomach and brushed my palms across her smooth, white tummy.
"You're getting a little fat," I laughed. "You ought to watch those ice cream sundaes."
"Don't you like it?" asked Glenda. "Most men like girls that are voluptuous."
"Well, I don't think that I would throw you out of bed," I replied, as I let my pinky slide into her bellybutton. Glenda closed her eyes and shivered wildly.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.
"Yes," she laughed. "It was wonderful Put your pinky inside again. It makes me tingle."
Her bellybutton was moist and a fragrant aroma covered its surface. I tickled it for awhile, twisting my finger around and around, pleased by the way Glenda responded. I guess I had found another one of her erotic regions, without even looking.
"That gives you pleasure?" I asked.
"Yes, in an odd sort of way," she replied. "But I know something that gives me a lot more pleasure!!"
"What could that be?" I asked playfully.
"You know what," Glenda laughed.
"No." I replied. "What can you be talking about, I wonder?"
Glenda spread her legs apart, exposing her juicy wet cunt. I could see that the lips at the entrance were heavy with syrup, and her smooth little clitoris was throbbing fiendishly. Altogether, she looked perfectly delightful, and extremely seductive.
"Look how wet my cunt is," she says. "I get excited at the slightest touch."
My hands slowly traveled her mound of Venus, becoming entangled in the lush forest of her pubic hair. Slowly I reached down, between her thighs, to the slit of her vagina. I traced the outline with my thumb. From one end to another it measured three inches, and it looked like a valley, surrounded by fleshy labial mountains.
"You like?" she asked.
"I love you! !!" I replied, filled with an overwhelming passion. I gently massaged the sweet, creamy lips of her cunt and then I nuzzled my way deep into the interior, drilling my fingers, one at a time, all the way up her vaginal orifice.
"You know what I'm waiting for?" she asked, moaning Like a bitch in heat
"What's that?" I asked.
I'm waiting for the biggest finger of them a!!" she replied, pointing to my erection.
"Oh, I see what you mean. I suppose that you want me to do it to you."
"I wouldn't mind," laughed Glenda. I'm feeling very hot I need your cock to cool me off."
Suddenly I had an idea, as I stared at her hairy pussy. I wondered what she would look like if she was all shaven. I remembered a whore that I had gone to bed with who used to shave her cunt. She was Chinese, and very beautiful and she charged seven dollars, which was a lot of money to me when I was nineteen years old.
"Hey, sweetie," I said. "Are you willing to try something different? Something out of the ordinary?"
"What do you have in mind?" replied Glenda. "When it comes to sex, I'm willing to do anything. You ought to know that by now. What is it that you want me to try?"
"I want to give you a shave!!!"
"What?"
"Don't you understand?" I asked. "I want to shave off your beaver."
"You want to wh-AT?? ? "
"Come on Glenda," I begged. "Let me do it to you. I promise that it won't hurt. I'm just going to shave off your pussy hair, so that you'll be nice and clean, just like a little girl."
Glenda finally nodded: "Okay, but be careful. I don't want you to slip and cut off my clit, or anything like that!"
"Don't be silly," I replied, making Glenda He down on the floor. I put some newspaper sheets underneath her soft little ass and then I went into the bathroom and got a can of shaving cream and a razor.
Glenda seemed a little fidgety about the whole thing, so I bent over and kissed her on her lips and on her breasts. I then nuzzled my face between her legs and gave her cunt a couple of hard butterfly flicks with my tongue, just enough to make her relax.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I said, wiping my mouth, which was covered with wet, feminine syrup. Then I squeezed some lather out of the shaving cream can, and massaged it into her pussy hair, so that she was all white down there.
"I look like Santa Claus," laughed Glenda, as I took the razor and began to shave her. I cut off the curly, pubic locks and wrapped them up in a newspaper and threw them into the garbage can. Then I poured some Witch Hazel over her, and rubbed it into her skin.
"That feels good," she laughed.
I bent over and kissed her on the neck, biting so hard that I left a little vampire mark. I felt my entire body surge with a new found energy, raging like a burning cauldron.
"Glenda, honey! !!" I laughed. "You look like a young girl. If it wasn't for those big tits of yours, I would swear that you were."
"Does it turn you on?" she asked, getting up from the floor.
"It sure does!!!" I replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said, throwing my arms around her. "I guess that I'm just a dirty old man."
"Oh...."
"The thought excites me," I continued. "I remember when you were fifteen. You always used to sit on my lap and make me read the newspaper to you."
Glenda sighed: "I remember that too. I also remember that your lap was always lumpy, as though you had something hard inside of your pants. I could never figure it out, no matter how much I tried."
"You know what it was?" I laughed.
"I can guess," replied Glenda. "When I sat on your lap, I used to turn you on. Why, you really are a dirty old man!! "
I looked at Glenda's naked body, and I fell on her like a lion on a helpless deer. I pulled her down to the floor and I climbed on top,-of her. We rolled around, locked in a hot embrace. I could feel the warmth of her breasts burn into my chest like two hot coals. I could smell the warmth of her fragrant body rising into my nostrils.
"Oh Daddy!!!" she cried. "Stick it into me. Please put your cock inside of me."
I eagerly fulfilled her request, ramming my knees between her soft thighs. She spread open before me just like an oyster. Her insides were churning, and juice was pouring out of her vaginal cavity.
"Love me Daddy!!!" she cried. "Please love me, Daddy!!!"
I kissed her forehead and her face, pressing my lips to her mouth. Meanwhile, I reached underneath her buttocks with my hands and I lifted her up just a little bit. Then, with a strong forward thrust, I pushed my cock up against the lips of her creamy cunt and I nuzzled my way into her honey pot
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"Delicious!!!" she cried, as the teeth of her vagina started to work on my shaft. She was chewing me up, pulling at me in a most delightful manner. She was nice and tight inside, and I could feel a wild energy surge through my body.
Suddenly I found myself thinking about Lillian, and comparing Glenda with her. Which one did I love the most? Which one gave me the most pleasure? They were hard questions to answer because a comparison between the two was impossible. They were both different types of women, different personalities.
I continued to ram my cock into Glenda's creamy wet cunt. She matched each of my motions, with a motion of her own. She was grinding me up, like a machine, chewing me so that I felt as though I were going mad with feverish desire.
I tried to make the pleasure last, by not thinking about it. I tried to concentrate on baseball on politics, on anything except what I was doing. But it was impossible. Glenda didn't let me rest for a second. She tugged at my manhood, at my life, as though she were trying to swallow me into her womb and make me a part of her.
"Oh Daddy! I can feel it," she cried. "I can really feel it this time."
Just then, I exploded with a tremendous force, filling her up with my seed. I ejaculated in short, hard machine-gun bursts, and several seconds later I was spent. Glenda, who was lying underneath me, heaved with her loins and her thighs, biting my neck with her sharp teeth. Finally, she was also out of energy.
"It was good," she said.
"Did you climax?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "Not exactly."
"What do you mean by that?"
Glenda laughed: "I enjoyed it, but I didn't have a full orgasm. I was almost there, Daddy. I was very close, but just then you creamed."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, blowing a kiss into her ear.
"Oh, it's okay," she laughed. "The only thing that matters to me is that I satisfied you. That's all I care about."
"Really?"
"It's true," Glenda continued. "When I'm in bed with a man, I don't really care about myself. The only one that I care about is my partner. When he comes, I feel that I've done my job."
"Do you think of sex as a job?"
Glenda scratched her head: "Yeah, I guess that I do. It's what I have to give to someone if I want them to love me."
"Is that why you're so promiscuous?"
"Maybe," replied Glenda. "I'm not really sure about anything, anymore. I just know that sex is no big deal for me. I do it and I'm happy. I've read about girls who have these fantastic orgasms all of the time. Well, I guess that I'm just not one of them. I like getting fucked, and I feel pretty good afterwards, but
I don't go into any sort of convulsions or anything like that."
"I see."
Glenda put her head in my lap, and she kissed my loins and my belly. She took my cock into her mouth and she licked on it and sucked it like a lollypop.
"I like the way your balls smell," she said. "They're nice and manly, rugged."
"And I like the way you smell," I replied. "You give off a pleasant odor when you're hot."
The two of us sat around on the living room floor for another hour, just holding one another. Then, when life returned to me, I fucked her again. This time, she was on top and I was on the bottom. She straddled over me, seating herself on top of my organ. She slid up and down, on top of it until I came. Then she licked me off again.
We spent a wonderful weekend together. While the rain fell outside, we made love indoors. We watched a little television, and read the newspaper together, with her seated on my lap the way she used to when she was a little girl. But mostly we made love, which filled both of us up.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
On Monday night, when I returned from work, I found that Cindy was back from her weekend in Connecticut. At dinner, she seemed a little funny, a bit upset. I wasn't sure whether she was angry at me or not. But I did notice that her tone of voice, when she addressed me, was definitely hostile.
At about eleven o'clock that night, just as I was about to fall asleep, Cindy switched on the light in the bedroom. She was wearing a long, white nightgown, and her hair was done up in rollers. I could just make out the swell of her bosom, underneath. I felt strangely excited.
"I want to talk to you!! " Cindy said in a harsh tone of voice.
I rubbed my eyes: "What's all this about? Can't it wait till tomorrow."
"No!!!"
"Okay," I replied. "Let's hear what's bothering you. I could see that something was bothering you all night. You might as well get it off your chest."
Cindy seemed uneasy, as though she wasn't sure of what she wanted to say. She was rubbing her hands together, as she seated herself on the bed, next to me.
"Well?" I demanded. "What is it?"
"Paul," she replied. "I want to ask you a question, and I want you to give me an honest answer. Don't bullshit me or anything like that."
"Okay," I promised.
"Tell me Paul, have you been fucking around with our daughter Glenda."
"What?"
"When I came home this morning," Cindy continued, "I found the living room all messed up, with splotches all over the floor. Since the two of you have been together for the whole weekend, I naturally suspected the worst."
"Is that your evidence?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "There's much more."
I sighed: "So go on, continue!"
"Well," said Cindy. "Later on, this afternoon, I was going to throw the garbage out, when I saw this strange little bundle."
"What kind of a bundle?"
It was a rolled up newspaper," explained Cindy. "I unrolled it, because I was curious to see what was inside. Guess what I found?"
I gulped: "So what did you find?"
"I found a wad of pussy hair," said Cindy. "It was the same color as Glenda's. Did you shave off her beaver while I was away?"
"Okay," I finally nodded, realizing that there was no point in hiding the truth from her anymore. "Yes, I fucked Glenda."
I expected to find my wife in tears, but she took the news rather calmly. She clasped her hands together, and stared up at the wall for several minutes, and then she looked directly into my eyes. I wanted to turn away from her, to avoid her gaze, but found that I couldn't. It was as though I was standing before my maker for the last judgment-there was no place that I could hide, no place that I could run.
"Yes," I repeated. "You might as well know everything. Glenda and I have been making it for a long, long time. I didn't want it to happen, and neither did she. We just were attracted to one another, somewhat like a pair of magnets. I'm surprised that you didn't find out about it a long time ago."
Cindy coughed: "I don't know what to say. I feel like I'm in a state of shock, like I'm in the middle of a bad dream. It can't be true."
"It is!!!"
"But how?" asked Cindy. "How did it all happen? How did it all begin?"
"It's a long, complicated story," I replied. "Are you sure that you want to hear it."
"By all means."
"Well," I sighed. "The first time that I made love to her, she was fifteen years old. It was a Sunday morning, and you were gone, visiting one of your ghlfriends. I was attracted to her and she was attracted to me. I suppose that's the way these things get started."
"And so you fucked her?" asked Cindy. "Didn't you feel a sense of shame? I mean, Glenda is your daughter, which makes it incest."
"Yes, I know all the imagine words," I replied. I'm sure that I'm not the first father who made it with his daughter, and I'm sure that I'm not going to be the last I was horny. Can you blame me for that?"
"But she was your own flesh and blood," repeated Cindy, almost in tears. "I can understand that you had your sexual desires to satisfy. But why couldn't you do it the way other men do?"
I laughed: "You're one to talk! If it wasn't for you, then I probably wouldn't have gotten into this sordid mess. H you had only acted towards me the way a wife is supposed to act towards her husband, then I might have been able to resist the temptations that Glenda offered. I mean, she is a beautiful, well built girl. When she was fifteen, as I recall, she was stacked, and I mean stacked. Wow!!! When I think of her tits, and that sweet little cunt of hers, I go bananas. Maybe, if I had enjoyed a satisfying sex relationship with you, I could have stayed away from her. But you were always so cold, so distant. What choice did I have in the matter? Can you blame me?"
"You're a disgusting pig," exclaimed Cindy. "At least you ought to take the responsibility for what you did. At least you ought to stand up like a man, without trying to shift the blame on me. Why is it my fault?"
"Because you're frigid," I screamed. "Because you're a goddamn Lesbian."
"That has nothing to do with what we're talking about," replied Cindy, trying to appear calm and composed. I could see that she was trembling underneath. Sweat was dripping from her forehead, and her lips were drawn tight as she pointed an accusing finger at me.
"You're the one who seduced her. You're the one who had sex with her. You're the one who is guilty of incest, and not I! You bastard! At least you ought to accept the goddamn responsibility."
"But don't you see that it wasn't entirely my fault," I insisted. "If you had fucked me the way a wife is supposed to fuck her husband, then this whole mess might have been avoided."
"Are you going to go over that again and again?" asked Cindy. "I told you once before that I don't like sex!! I don't like having your cock inside of me. It makes me sick."
"Oh...."
"I'm not a toilet bowl," continued Cindy. "That's the way I feel, whenever I have sex with a man. I feel like I'm just a hole, a receptacle, a toilet bowl Can you blame me for feeling this way?"
"But why?" I asked. "Sex is a beautiful experience. With most people, it's the one thing that makes life endurable. Intercourse is an expression of love."
"It's dirty," exclaimed Cindy. 'It always has been dirty for me. Do you want to know about my first experience with sex? Do you want to know how I lost my cherry, how I got broken into the game?"
"Yes," I replied. "Do tell me."
"Well, I already told you about the encyclopedia salesman who molested me when I was fifteen."
"I remember," I nodded.
"That salesman was a pig. He forced me to take his cock into my mouth. I begged him to leave me alone, but he wouldn't. That bastard!! EE I ever see him again, I would tear his eyes out of his head."
"Do you mean to tell me that you were scarred forever as a result of that one experience?"
"No," replied Cindy. "I suppose I might have gotten over it in time if it weren't for my Uncle. I mean, there are plenty of young girls who are molested and are able to write off the whole affair. But, the man who permanently scarred my life was my Uncle Harold. I never told you about him, did I?"
"No," I replied.
"Well," exclaimed Cindy. "He was a bachelor, and he didn't five far away from us. I would often go and visit him when I was young, because he used to give me chocolate candies. I remember how he used to pick me up, always shoving his hand on my ass. When I complained, he would just laugh, and tell me that I was acting silly."
"Oh...."
"Well," continued Cindy. "One day, when I was fifteen and a half, I went up to his apartment after having a fight with my parents. Whenever I had any kind of problem, I would always go up and talk to him, because he was so very nice and understanding. If I had had any sense, I would have realized that he was only flattering my ego, that he was only fattening me up for the kill."
"So what happened?" I asked. "Did he rape you or do something horrible like that?"
"Yes," replied Cindy. "It was just awful. I went up to his apartment and I told him about the fight that I had just had with my mother and father. My Uncle Harold put his arms around me, and I could feel his palms resting on my ass. Before I knew it, he had his fingers inside of my blouse and he was holding my small breasts, fondling them."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, I suppose that I enjoyed it at first," replied Cindy. "But soon afterwards I felt miserable. I tried to push him away from me. But he was insistent. I was just a tiny girl then, very shy, afraid of my own shadow. He was a very big man, more than six feet, five inches tall. When he wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off the floor, there was nothing that I could do."
"So what happened?"
"He carried me into the bedroom, and he stripped off my clothes, till I was completely naked. He made me he on the mattress, and he inspected me as though I were an animal, pulling my legs apart and staring at my vagina. He kept looking at it, gazing at it till I began to squirm on the bed. I begged him to leave me alone, to let me dress and leave."
"Did he?"
"No," replied Cindy. "He threatened to beat me, if I opened my mouth again. I was terrified, so I kept quiet I closed my eyes and pretended that it was a horrible dream that I was experiencing."
"Did he fuck you?"
"Yes," replied Cindy. "He removed his trousers, and exposed his long hard penis. Then he climbed on top of me and he shoved it into my cunt I felt as though I was going to burst."
"You were still a virgin at the time?"
"Yes, I was," nodded Cindy. "I was a small girl with a very narrow pelvis. My Uncle had a cock that was nine or ten inches long. When he drove it into me, I burst into tears because it hurt so much."
"Was that what turned you off to men?" I asked. "Are you trying to tell me that it was your Uncle Harold who made a Lesbian out of you?"
"Yes, he was responsible," answered Cindy. "After laying me that first time, he made me come back day after day. He threatened to tell my parents that I was a tramp and that I had seduced him unless I came back to his apartment."
"Did you fall into that trap?"
"Yes," replied Cindy. "I was young, and I was afraid of him. So I kept coming back and getting undressed and letting him screw me even though I felt disgusted by the whole thing. Finally, one day, I couldn't hold it in any longer and I went to my mother and confessed to her what was going on between my Uncle and myself."
"So what happened?"
"Well," replied Cindy. "My mother didn't believe me. She didn't believe my story, but she believed my Uncle's story. He told my parents that I was the one who initiated the whole affair and that he was just an innocent victim. He called me a tramp, a harlot and dozens and dozens of terrible names. I tried to defend myself, but nobody believed what I said. They took it for granted that I was lying and that my Uncle was telling the truth."
"I see."
"Well, to make a long story short," continued Cindy, "ever since that terrible experience with my Uncle, I've always been wary of men. I've never trusted them."
"You mean that you never even trusted me?"
"No," replied Cindy. "And I suppose that I was right in my judgment. You're no better than my Uncle Harold. He raped me when I was fifteen and a half, and you raped Glenda when she was the same age. You know, you're a disgusting pig. I hate you!"
"But it's not entirely my fault," I protested. "What happened between myself and Glenda is not the same as what happened between yourself and your Uncle. I never forced Glenda. I never raped her."
Cindy didn't want to hear my explanation. She wasn't interested in listening to me. like a wild animal blinded by a terrible rage, she struck out and slapped me across my face.
"How could you?" she exclaimed. "Glenda is our daughter. Don't you know that incest is a terrible sin?"
Suddenly I felt very, very angry, as her words echoed in my ears. Who the hell was she to preach to me? What right did she have to condemn me? The frigid bitch! She was a Lesbian, a queer! She was the one who was really responsible for the terrible things that had happened between myself and Glenda. She was the one who had driven me into my daughter's arms. If only she had treated me properly, nothing would have happened.
"You bastard," she screamed again, slapping me repeatedly across my face till my cheeks bumed. I was boiling mad. Suddenly I grabbed hold of her hands and squeezed them so hard that she began to turn blue.
"Stop that," she cried. "You're hurting me."
"I know," I replied, belting her across the mouth. She tumbled off the bed, rolling down, onto the floor.
I could see a tiny trickle of blood coming out of the side of her lips, where she had bitten herself.
As I stared down at her helpless figure, my body surged with sexual energy. I could feel my penis stiffen, and grow firm and erect. My testicles began to quiver with wild excitement. It was as though my hatred of Cindy had filled me with lust, with mad desire. I wanted her more than I had ever wanted her before. I wanted to fuck her, to molest her, to rape her the way her Uncle had raped her. I wanted to drag her onto the bed and rip off her flimsy nightgown and gaze at the warmth of her naked body. I wanted to put my hands on top of her breasts and feel their milky sweetness. I wanted to rub my fingers against her tight little cunt till they were dripping with her slick wetness.
Cindy must have seen the madman's look in my eyes, because she suddenly began to cringe, to draw away. She held out her hands, clenching them into fists, as she gulped for a lungful of air. I could hear the thumping of her heart, and I saw a big lump in her throat. She was scared, all right, really scared!
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked. "You had better leave me alone."
"Oh," I laughed. "Why should I? I'm your husband!! I'm going to take what's coming to me. No one's going to stop me."
"I'll scream," she warned. "I'll call the police. If you force me to do anything that I don't want to do, I'll have you thrown into jail."
"Don't be ridiculous," I laughed. "You're talking like a fool. Why don't you grow up?"
"Leave me alone!!!" she cried.
I took off my pajama bottoms, exposing my long, hard cock to her frightened eyes. She drew away, crawling across the floor like an animal. She tried to get away from me, to escape through the door. But I was fast, jumping off the bed. I pounced on her, like a wolf.
"Leave me alone," she cried again. "Please leave me alone."
"Shut up, bitch!! " I screamed, lifting her up in my arms and throwing her onto the bed. She behaved like a wildcat, scratching my chest with her sharp, long nails. She threw an ash tray at my head, and I was able to duck just in the nick of time.
"If you bother me, I'll kill you."
Cindy's threats only served to bolster my desire, to enflame my sexual appetite. I knew that she was trapped in the bedroom, unable to escape, unable to resist. I stalked her the way a hunter would stalk his quarry, careful to avoid her dangerous claws.
"Please go away," she begged, tears running from her black eyes. "Paul, don't hurt me."
"I won't," I promised, grabbing hold of her nightgown and ripping it off. Underneath she was wearing a pair of panty briefs that reached all the way up to her belly. Her breasts jiggled delightfully as she moved. Against her will they quivered and quaked with fear. Her cherry red nipples grew hard, stiffening into two sharp peaks.
"Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"
I grabbed hold of the waistband of her undergarment and tore it off, splitting it open along the seam that ran from her belly button, all the way down to her furry crotch. Soon she was completely naked, completely exposed. She was crying wildly, as she tried to cover herself.
"Don't hide yourself," I laughed. "You're beautiful That dark little muff of yours is the most delicious thing that I've seen all day. You're a good looking woman, really you are."
"I don't need any of your false compliments," replied Cindy. "You're a crude pig. Don't think that you can butter me up, and then have me snuggle up to you and lick you like a bitch. I'm not that kind of a woman. I know your game; I know all of your tricks."
"You're being paranoid," I replied. "I don't want to trick you or anything. I just want to make love to you. Is that asking so much?"
"Yes!!!"
"But why?"
"Because I hate you," replied Cindy. "I hate all men!! Please put on a pair of pajamas, so that I don't have to look at your erection. It's disgusting, obscene."
"Most women think it's beautiful," I replied, taking my prick in my hands and lifting it up. "Just look how hard it is, how big and strong. I'm sure that it could bring you pleasure, if you'll only let it"
"You talk about it as though it had a life of its own," laughed Cindy.
"But it does," I nodded. "Sometimes it can actually tell me what to do. It talks to me, whispers little secrets in my ear."
"You're crazy!!!"
"No, I'm not," I replied. "Do you want to know what my cock is telling me at this very moment."
"What?"
"He says that he's getting horny. He says that he's thirsty and that he wants to take a little drink of pussy juice. C'mon, Cindy, be nice to the little feller. If you're nice to him, then he'll be very, very nice to you."
"Fuck off!!!" replied Cindy, in a sharp, abrasive tone. "I don't like your patronizing attitude Paul. Now, please take that ugly piece of meat and cover it up so that it's not staring me in the face. It makes me want to vomit Yes, it really disgusts me!!!"
"You're being unfair to him," I laughed, stroking my cock. "C'mon, Cindy, don't be so cruel."
As I approached the bed, I smiled and held out my hand towards her. I was trying to be gentle with Cindy, sympathetic. I wanted to help her with her problem, and of course I wanted to help myself in the process. I suppose that I was being patronizing with her, that I was treating her like a child, like an infant But what choice did I have in the matter? I was driven by a wild, uncontrollable urge. My eyes were focused on Cindy's glorious body, on those delightful little breasts, and that dark little muff. I wanted to fuck her so badly, that I was ready to do anything. If charm wouldn't work with her, then I was prepared to go to the other extreme. I was more than ready to force her to do my will.
"Come on, Cindy," I whispered. "Please don't fight me! I promise that I'll be gentle with you, that I'll be nice to you. Just don't fight me, and everything will turn out okay."
"No," screamed Cindy. "You can't soft soap me. I'm not a silly little girl who will spread her legs at the drop of a hat. I really don't want to have sex with you, and I'm not just pretending. Why won't you leave me alone? If you want to get laid, then go to your mistress, but leave me out of it."
"I'm afraid that I can't," I said calmly. "I intend to get my rocks off tonight. I'm going to make up for all those miserable years that the two of us have been married. If you don't cooperate with me, then I'll rape you. Yes, I'll rape you!"
"Don't...."
"Sorry, Cindy," I whispered. "I intend to fuck you, and there's nothing that you can do about it. If you had only been a normal, healthy woman then nothing would ever have happened between me and Glenda."
"I tried," she exclaimed. "God only knows how hard I tried."
I walked over and put my arms around her shivering body, kissing her on the face and neck. I reached down with my tongue, to her small, bouncy breasts and began to lick them tenderly. I ran my tongue up and down the slope of her bosom, trying to stimulate her in this manner, trying to excite her, to breathe sexual life into her frigid body.
"No...." she cried. "Don't do that to me!!! Please don't do that to me!!!"
"Why not?" I laughed. "Aren't you enjoying it? Don't you like it when I tickle your breasts with my tongue? There's not a woman in the world that doesn't enjoy it."
"I hate it," sighed Cindy. "It makes me feel dirty. I feel cheap and unclean when you do that to me. I beg you, please stop!!!"
Cindy was trembling, but I didn't care. She wasn't going to spoil my pleasure with her whining, with her incessant complaining. I refused to listen to her abrasive voice, to her pathetic objections.
After all, she was the one who was crazy and not L If she wasn't enjoying herself, then that was too bad for her. Where is it written that a man's function is solely to satisfy a woman? Where does it say that a man should refrain from having sex, if the woman doesn't enjoy the encounter?
"Go away," Cindy screamed. "Go away from me, Paul."
I looked up at her, directly into her eyes. Then, without warning I slapped her across her face with the back of my hand.
"Listen here, bitch," I warned. I'm through playing games with you. If you don't like what I'm doing to you, then you'll just have to grit your teeth and bear it. Why don't you close your eyes and pretend that it's a horrible dream? Why don't you do that, if it'll make you feel any better."
"You pig," she cried, as my mouth fell onto her small tender breasts for a second time. I swallowed up her nipples, rolling them with my tongue, sucking on them with my lips and teeth, applying an exhilarating friction to their surface. As if by magic, they hardened and bloomed, like flowers in the springtime.
My hands fell gently to her thighs. I pulled her legs apart and began to fondle her soft, milky white flesh. My fingers surged with electricity as I worked my way up to the slit of her cunt. She was dry and tight, but it didn't matter. Just being able to touch her secret parts, just being able to finger them was enough to drive me mad with passion.
"No, don't do that," she begged, as I grabbed her little clitoris with my thumb and forefinger and began to diddle with it, to rub it and tickle it. Against her will, she became excited. Her thighs began to sweat But more important than that, I could feel a slick lubricating fluid trickle out of her love mound.
"That's a good girl," I laughed. "Just relax, and you'll really be okay. Just lean back and relax."
"No, don't do that to me," she cried, as I traced the outline of her slit with my middle finger. I gently pulled open the dewlaps of her cunt, squeezing them as I pushed my way into the warm, moist hole between her thighs. I explored her box in a curious way, playing with it like a child.
"You're a good woman," I said. "You've got a nice little pussy. It burns me up when I touch it."
"Please, don't bother me."
"What are you bitching about?" I asked. "Don't you like to feel a pair of fingers stroking your cunt? Does that disgust you too?"
"No," replied Cindy. "I don't mind if you just want to feel me up. I suppose I have no choice in the matter. Just as long as you keep your cock out of my vagina, I won't give you any trouble."
"Oh...."
"You can do anything that you want to do to me," cried Cindy. "But please, for heaven sakes, don't fuck me. I don't want to feel your organ inside of my hole."
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because it scares me," replied Cindy.
"Don't be afraid," I said. "Women are supposed to enjoy getting humped. At least that's what I read somewhere, in some stupid book."
"Well, you're wrong," replied Cindy. "Most women only pretend to enjoy sex. I would say that ninety-nine percent of the women who say that they like getting fucked are simply lying."
"Oh."
"It's a fact," nodded Cindy. "Most women are by nature Lesbians. That's why I have such an easy time of it. Of course they like to pretend that they're straight, but I can see right through them."
"You're crazy," I said. "Just because you're a Lesbian, doesn't mean that everyone else is. They say that misery loves company. You try to pull everyone down into the hole that you're in."
"Drop dead," she screamed. "I don't need to hear any of your stupid preaching. I don't want to be reprimanded by a bastard like yourself."
"Well, Cindy," I said finally. "Whether you like it or not, you had better get used to the fact that you're going to get fucked tonight. I've been trying to be nice with you. I've been trying to be gentle. But I see that it's all useless. My words go in one ear and come out the other."
"No," she cried. "Stop it!! Stop it!!!"
Suddenly I lashed out and slapped her across her face. I really was getting tired of her whining. I really was getting sick of her complaints. I was determined to have my way with her and there was nothing in this whole world that could have stopped me. It was as though I was letting out the pent up fury of twenty years of marriage. It was as though I was purging my system of the terrible frustration which she had made me endure.
"You know what I'm going to do," I said. "I'm going to fuck you the way I saw it done in that movie, I AM CURIOUS, YELLOW. I'm going to do it to you in a seated position. I've always wanted to do it that way."
"No," protested Cindy, as I lifted her up and made her sit down on a pillow, with her back to the wall. She looked somewhat like a Buddha, as she folded her arms around her breasts, trying to cover her nakedness.
"Noll !!" she continued to protest as I pulled her sweet little thighs apart, so that her cunt was easily accessible. I made her twine her legs around my sides, pulling her close to me, seating her in my lap, on top of my bulging cock. I could see that she was terrified, that her face was trembling, that her cheeks were twitching. She didn't want to go through with what I had planned for her, and she was squirming just like a rabbit.
I bent over and kissed her salty forehead, brushing back her silky black hair with my fingers. I put my arms around her neck and held her tight. For one fleeting second, I felt sorry for her and was almost tempted to stop what I was doing. But that moment didn't last very long, nor did it affect my determination.
"Don't worry, honey," I whispered, as I inched closer and closer, gliding my cock between her thighs, right up against her pussy. She was a little dry and I could see that I would have trouble getting into her. As I worked my way up, into her pubic orifice, she hit me with her fists and scratched me with her nails.
"You little bitch," I laughed, as I drove my bulging cock right up against the mouth of her dry cunt. I moved gently, rhythmically, pushing my shaft past the drape-like folds of her labia, till I could feel that I was getting into her cunt, till I could feel myself becoming engulfed inside of her vaginal orifice.
"Owwwwww..." she cried painfully, as I made the initial penetration. She was so tight and so dry that I felt like I was fucking a plastic bag. She was frozen stiff, as I slid my cock back and forth inside of her.
"Get it over with," she begged. "Finish it up fast, before I vomit! !!"
Fucking Cindy was a lot like masturbating. It was a solitary act in which she refused to participate. I tried, several times to stir her passions. I kissed her neck, and her breasts, and I put my hands underneath her ass and squeezed her buttocks. But no matter what I did, she remained frozen, and completely unhappy.
Finally, after several minutes of rubbing my cock inside of her cunt, I felt the beginning of a climax. I didn't really enjoy myself as I ejaculated. I felt disappointed. I suppose I thought that I would be able to wake her up, to stir fever in her loins. I was sadly mistaken.
"Okay!!!" she said, when it was over. "Are you happy now?"
"Not really!!" I replied. "You might have been a little more passionate."
"I don't like it," she whispered. "Can't you understand me when I tell you that I don't like fucking you? It makes me sick."
"But you're my wife!! "
"So what?"
"Never mind," I laughed, as I pulled my horn out of her cunt. Cindy got up off the bed, and walked across the room to where she slept. She picked up a tissue and she wiped my semen out of her vagina. Then she put on a fresh pair of panties and lit up a cigarette.
"If you ever do that to me again," she said, "I'll kill you."
I laughed: "Why don't you divorce me? It'll be much easier."
"You want a divorce?" she asked. "What for?"
"It hasn't been much of a life," I replied. "Maybe it would be better if the two of us split up?"
"So you can go to that bitch of yours in Brooklyn Heights," snarled Cindy. "Is she the one who put you up to it? Is she the one who told you to rape me? Is she the one who told you to go to bed with Glenda?"
"I can see that you're hysterical," I replied. "Well talk about it tomorrow. Anyway, I'm determined to divorce you in any case. I've suddenly realized that I have been wasting my life."
"You bastard," she screamed. "Why the hell is sex so damn important to you? Why do you always want to fuck me? If it wasn't for that, then the two of us could be really happy. Why isn't it enough for you to enjoy my company?"
"Don't talk like a fool," I replied. "Sex and marriage go hand in hand. When a marriage is on the rocks, the lumps are usually in bed. Take us, for instance!! ! I don't think that there is anything to salvage."
Cindy seemed desperate. The talk about divorce had sobered her up. She suddenly ran over to the bed, where I was lying, and she grabbed hold of my arm and started to squeeze it desperately. I could see tears rolling from her eyes, onto her cheeks, trickling down like little drops of rain.
"Darling," she said. "You can't be serious about all this talk about divorce"
"Of course I'm serious," I replied. "I've been thinking about it for a long time, and I'm determined to go through with it. After all, what point is there in a sterile marriage? I don't really love you, and I'm sure that you don't love me either. It's best if we just said good-bye, without making a big fuss."
"But that's where you're wrong," whispered Cindy. "I do love you!!!"
"That sounds ridiculous when you say it," I laughed. "How can you love me, when you won't even go to bed with me? I simply can't understand you,"
"But there's more to love than sex," replied Cindy. "That's what I keep trying to tell you. Don't we lead a comfortable life? Don't we enjoy the same things? Don't we like the same types of people? The two of lis have a lot in common, and I think that a divorce would be absolutely disastrous."
"I don't agree," I said simply. "I think that you're clinging to me out of fear. If you would only think this thing out clearly, then you would realize that there isn't much of a future for our marriage. It's a dying concern, a bankrupt business. Cindy, it's time to liquidate and start out fresh."
"But I don't want you to leave me," she cried. "I think that I would fall apart if you did. I'm not strong like you, and I'm afraid of growing old alone."
"Don't be silly."
"Let me confess something to you, Paul," she sighed. "I've always been ashamed of what I am. I've always felt guilty about being a Lesbian."
"Oh...."
"Yes," nodded Cindy. "I came from a very typically middle class family, and they really fucked up my mind. I have this thing about being normal."
"I don't understand."
"It's perfectly easy," explained Cindy. "The reason that I married you is because I wanted to conform, to be like everyone else. If you leave me then I would be all alone. If you divorce me, then I won't be able to play my game anymore. That's what frightens me more than anything."
"Then I feel sorry for you," I replied. "I've got my own life to live, and by golly, I intend to live it. I can't be tied up to your neurotic fears."
"You bastard!!!" she cried. "I've given you my best years, and now you want to throw me away like a wet rag. I'm not a piece of garbage, you know!! I'm not an orange peel that you can just toss out of the window."
"Shut up," I said. I'm going to sleep. I have a busy day at the office tomorrow."
CHAPTER TWELVE
I woke up several hours later with a groggy head and a full bladder. I wanted to take a piss so badly that I could almost taste it. My legs quivered and my stomach was twisted in knots.
I jumped out of bed, into my slippers, when I suddenly started to think about Cindy. I looked at the bed where she was supposed to be sleeping. She was gone. I went to the bathroom, expecting to find her there. When I didn't, I figured that she had probably gone to visit one of her friends.
I went downstairs, to the kitchen, and fixed myself a cup of coffee. I sat for several seconds, and then left. Just as I was about to return to sleep, I heard a squeaky sound coming from Glenda's bedroom. I walked over to see what it was.
The door to Glenda's bedroom was half open, and the lamp on the table cast a shadowy light. I could see that Glenda was sitting on the bed, with her feet dangling over the sides. Standing in front of her, with her back to me, was my wife Cindy. She was completely naked, her rump glistening. She was wearing a dildo around her waist
"Don't be afraid," Cindy said. "You weren't afraid when your father made love to you!! ! Why should you be afraid when I make love to you?"
"Are you going to stick that thing into me?" asked Glenda, pointing to the dildo, which Cindy was wearing around her waist.
"Yes, I'm going to stick it into you. It's an artificial penis. Only this one is made out of hard plastic, and it never gets soft"
Cindy got onto the bed and unbuttoned Glenda's pajama top. She kissed her breasts with her mouth. Glenda began to shiver, but made no move to draw away. Gently, Cindy's hands went down to Glenda's bottoms, unbuttoning them and pulling them off.
"You're a beautiful girl," sighed Cindy. "All these years I've always admired your soft, white skin. You have large, beautiful breasts."
"That's what everyone says."
"Well, they're right you know," laughed Cindy. "You have a most beautiful body. I can see that it's going to be fun making love to you. Lie down on the bed and close your eyes. I'll take care of everything."
Cindy was a skillful lover as she guided her fingers across Glenda's naked white body. She brushed her palms against the younger girl's breasts. She squeezed them and kneaded them in a most delightful manner. She pinched the nipples, slapping them until they stiffened and grew firm as cherry pits.
"Don't you like that?" asked Cindy. "Don't you like it when I rub up your titties?"
Glenda nodded: "Yes!!!"
"You want to know what else I'm going to do?"
"What?"
I'm going to eat your sweet little cunt. Will you enjoy it when I eat you?"
"I don't know," replied Glenda.
"Oh, don't worry," laughed Cindy. "You'll enjoy it ah right. There isn't a woman in the world that doesn't like to feel a pair of lips on her cunt. Tell me, has your father ever eaten you?"
"Yes," replied Glenda.
"Was he a good lover?" asked Cindy. "I imagine that he was a little rough with a young girl like yourself. But I'm not like that. I'm going to be gentle with you. I'm going to make you feel everything."
Cindy reached down to Glenda's creamy white thighs. She pulled them apart, and massaged them with her long white fingers. Every move that she made was calculated to bring pleasure. She reached up and pressed her palms against Glenda's naked pussy.
"You're wet," said Cindy. "That's a good sign. It means that you're enjoying yourself."
"I feel funny!!!" replied Glenda. "Why?"
"Because you're my mother."
Cindy laughed: "So, what difference should that make? You fucked your father, didn't you? You even let him shave off your beaver."
"But he's a man," replied Glenda. "I've never made it with another woman before. I'm not...."
"Are you trying to tell me that you're not a Lesbian?" asked Cindy. "Is that what you're trying to say?"
"Yes."
Cindy was gentle, a smile breaking across her face. I'm not a Lesbian either. I don't like that word. I'm a human being and I like making love to other women. What's so terrible about it? Does that make me a pervert or something like that? Come on Glenda, relax and let yourself go. I promise to take you to higher peaks than anyone has ever taken you before."
"Do it to me, Mom," said Glenda finally, spreading her thighs wide apart as she stretched her body across the bed. She seemed more relaxed than she was before, more assured. Her lips were half parted, and her tongue hung out of the side of her mouth obscenely.
That's a good little pussy," laughed Cindy, as she pressed her full palm against Glenda's eager Cunt
She rubbed the labial folds with her fingers, gently nuzzling them inside. Glenda began to moan as Cindy massaged the inner tissue of her vaginal orifice. She was rolling around on the bed, revolving her hips and her buttocks, panting like a bitch in heat.
"I'm an expert," laughed Cindy. "I've taken many young girls like yourself and shown them what it means to have pleasure."
Cindy continued to manipulate Glenda's pussy, rubbing it and stroking it vigorously with her nimble fingers. She reached up for the younger girl's clitoris, and she applied an exhilarating friction to its surface.
"Shall I eat you now?" she asked. "Yes!!!" begged Glenda. "Please!! ! Please eat my cunt!!!"
I watched as Cindy nuzzled her face between Glenda's creamy white legs and began to lick her up. First she played with the soft, voluptuous flesh of Glenda's young thighs, kissing and biting them with her lips and teeth. Then her face traveled upwards, straight to the fragrant vaginal garden. Cindy planted her lips firmly against Glenda's swollen red slit, sucking on it and licking it with her long, lascivious tongue.
"Ohhhhhhh . .cried Glenda desperately, as Cindy's mouth continued to manipulate her exposed orifice. Cindy's tongue darted in and out of the smelly hole, lapping up the syrupy juices that were dripping out. The bodies of the two women glistened with sweat, and the air seemed to reek with the sweet, sensual fragrance of wild, feverish sex.
As I watched the two women continue with their love foreplay, I found myself being filled with an uncontrollable desire. Suddenly my hands reached down inside of my pajamas. I grabbed hold of my cock and started to play with myself. I stroked my erection, rubbing it with both of my hands, applying a delicious friction to its swollen surface.
As I watched Cindy put her tongue into Glenda's pussy, I began to rub myself harder and harder, till my entire body tingled. I hauled at my organ, beating it with my fingers until I could hardly breathe.
My heart was thumping like a jackhammer, and my legs felt funny. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, though I was able to control that impulse. My testicles quivered, and my mouth grew dry.
Suddenly, and without warning, I ejaculated. My semen shot out of the tip of my cock, spraying my fingers with a wet, sticky substance. Finally, when it was over, I felt relieved.
I wiped my hands off on my pajamas, and I sucked a breath of air into my lungs. I felt less tense, less anxious. As I looked back into the room, where Glenda and Cindy were making love, my perspective was more impersonal and less passionate. It was as though all sexual desire had spilled out of me for the time being, and I had reached a higher, more detached state of consciousness.
I could see that Cindy was just about finished with the oral foreplay. She pulled her head out from between Glenda's thighs, and climbed on top of her.
"Now I'm going to fuck you," laughed Cindy.
"With that?" asked Glenda, pointing to the dildo.
"Yes," replied my wife. "There's nothing to really worry about. It's perfectly safe."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am," smiled Cindy. "If you knew how much action this piece of plastic has seen, then you would really be surprised. This artificial penis has fucked at least a hundred different women since I bought it several years ago."
"Where did you buy it?" asked Glenda.
"Oh, at one of those pornography shops," replied Cindy. "I don't remember the exact address, but they have all sorts of items that are guaranteed to satisfy a hungry cunt"
"My cunt is hungry," cried Glenda. "Is that thing going to fill me up?"
"Sure," nodded Cindy, as she pulled Glenda's thighs apart and forced the dildo into her cunt The plastic rod seemed to possess a life of its own, as it moved back and forth rhythmically. The two women were locked in a heated embrace, holding one another.
"How does it feel?" asked Cindy. "Do you like it."
"It feels like a man's cock," replied Glenda, who seemed more confident than before. The fear which she had expressed in the beginning was now completely gone. She moved aggressively, reaching down with her hands to Cindy's ass and to her cunt. The two women were rolling around on the bed, their naked bodies glistening with salty sweat. From where I was standing I could see a smile of pleasure break across Glenda's face as the dildo continued to do its work.
As I continued to watch, a fantastic plan suddenly formed in my brain. I decided to photograph the two women. I immediately ran down the corridor to pick up my camera. When I returned, I focused in on the two naked bodies on the bed and started to snap pictures.
I caught one of Cindy kissing Glenda on the mouth. I got another one of Cindy standing up on the bed, with the dildo hanging from her waist. I snapped still another of Cindy kissing Glenda's soft behind. I even managed to get a picture of the two girls in a sixty-nine position, for which I used my wide angle lens.
I felt slightly disgusted with myself and with what I was seeing. I realized that my marriage was doomed and that there was nothing to salvage. The best thing to do would be to get a divorce and start my life over again. If Cindy gave me any trouble, I would use the pictures that I had just taken to force her hand.
Later, when I returned to my bedroom, I placed my camera on the bureau. Then I stripped off my pajama and stepped into the adjoining bathroom and showered. When I finally got into bed, I fell asleep almost immediately.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I felt slightly funny the next morning when my secretary announced that Glenda was waiting to see me. After straightening up my desk, I asked her to come in. She was wearing a blue print dress, an Easter bonnet and a pair of matching blue shoes. Her lips and nose were reddish in color, and she seemed fidgety as she sat down in the chair opposite me.
"What do I owe this pleasure to?" I asked, staring at the soft swell of her bosom, remembering what I had seen the night before.
"I hope that I didn't disturb you," replied Glenda. "I came to say good-bye to you."
"Oh, are you going back to school so soon?"
"No," said Glenda. I'm dropping out of school. I'm going to Europe with a friend of mine."
I was astounded. "Europe? What the hell are you going to Europe for?"
"I've got to get away," replied Glenda. "I want to change scenery. Maybe I'll meet new people. I don't know how exactly to put it, but I feel like I'm going to explode and I have to find someplace where I can relax."
"But this is so sudden," I exclaimed.
"Not really," replied Glenda. "I've been thinking about it for quite awhile. I made up my mind last night, and so now I'm going to leave."
"Oh?"
Glenda suddenly broke into tears: "I might as well confess. Something awful has happened."
"What?"
"Mom came into my room last night."
I pretended to be shocked by the disclosure: "Did she? What did she want?"
"Well, you might as well know the truth. Mom is a Lesbian. She seduced me last night."
"She what?"
I'm not making any of this up," explained Glenda. "I swear that everything that I'm telling you is the truth. She actually managed to seduce me. I didn't want to cooperate with her. But as soon as she climbed into bed with me, as soon as she kissed me, I melted like a piece of butter."
"She made love to you?"
"Yes," nodded Glenda. "Don't be angry with me. She was so much stronger than me. When she looked into my eyes, I felt as though I were a helpless child. When she touched my breasts, and lifted off my nightgown, I felt paralyzed."
"Was this the first time?" I asked.
"Oh, yes," nodded Glenda. "I've never made love to a woman before, though I've read about it"
"Did you enjoy it?"
Glenda craned her head and looked up at the ceiling. As I stared at her, I felt aroused. I wanted to jump up from my chair and rip off her clothes and fondle her naked body. She was so young and delicious that the very sight of her drove me wild with passion.
"Did you enjoy yourself when your mother made love to you?" I asked again.
Glenda nodded. "Yes, I'll admit that I did. It was a very pleasurable experience. She was gentle with me, very, very gentle. She massaged my body with her fingers, and she kissed me all over. She even kissed me between my legs."
"So, she kissed your cunt? She ate you?"
"Yes, she ate me," replied Glenda. "She also used a dildo on me. Do you know what a dildo is? It's an artificial penis made of plastic, or some such material. Mom wore it around her waist and she pretended to be a man."
"Did she climb on top of you?"
"Yes, she mounted me," said Glenda. "Then she pushed the dildo into my nest and she did some pretty wild things with it. For awhile, she really had me panting like a bitch. Do you want to know what I was thinking about while she was fucking me."
"What?"
"I was thinking of you," replied Glenda. I'm not kidding."
"I feel flattered."
"You ought to," laughed Glenda. "It's not every girl that thinks of her father the way I think of you. It's happened many times before. Once I was balling this guy in the back seat of his Volkswagen, and while he was doing it to me, I kept imagining that it was you. Remember that time when I was gang-banged by those hoodlums at the fraternity? The same thing happened. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was you who was fucking me."
"You must be in love with me," I sighed. "If you weren't my daughter, I would marry you in an instant."
"If you weren't my father, then I would make you," laughed Glenda. "But if wishes were horses then beggars would ride. I suppose that we can't have everything that we want. We have to settle for what we can get. That's what I've learned from all this. That's why I'm going away to Europe next week with my friend."
"Are you trying to get away from it all."
"Yes, I suppose that's what I'm attempting to do," explained Glenda. "Last night, when Mom forced me to make love to her, I suddenly realized what a pathetic human being I was. I had no self-control, no strength of my own. I want to develop some sort of confidence, so that I'll be able to run my own life instead of having other people run it for me. I mean, at the University I've got the reputation of being the fastest bang on the East Coast. I can't even walk across the campus without getting pawed."
"Oh?"
"I want to be treated like a human being," continued Glenda. "Is that asking too much? I want people to respect me and love me, not because I'm an easy lay, but because I'm a person, a real person."
"You sound like you've been reading all that female liberation junk," I laughed.
"It's not junk," protested Glenda. "It's a very serious subject. I think everyone is entitled to self-respect."
"I don't disagree with you," I replied. "But I wonder if you're going about it the right way. Do you dunk that by going to Europe, you'll be able to acquire a new personality? It's not that easy!"
"Maybe you're right," smiled Glenda. "But I've decided to go anyway. I think that the change will do me good. I've heard it said that people can be transformed by a new environment, by new scenery."
"If you've made up your mind, then I wish you the best of luck on your trip. Young girls are quite determined nowadays. I hope that you find what you're after. Anyway, I'll miss you very much."
"Will you really?"
"Yes," I replied. "Of course I'm going to miss you. God, how I hate to see you go. It makes me feel terribly depressed. Tell me something!!! Who are you going with? Is it a girlfriend of yours?"
"No Dad," said Glenda. 'I'm going with a boy. His name is Robert and he's a poet. A pretty good one if I say so myself."
"A poet? You're running off to Europe with a poet? That sounds pretty romantic. Are you in love with him?"
I'm not sure," replied Glenda. "I don't even know what that word means. I only know that I get good vibrations when I'm in his company."
"Glenda, I want to lass you," I said suddenly. I got up from my seat and walked over to her and threw my arms around her before she could respond. I removed her bonnet and started to stroke her soft, brown hair. I rubbed my hands across her face and neck, massaging her soft skin with my fingers.
"You're hot," I whispered.
"Yes, I know," replied Glenda. "Robert says that I'm hot as a bitch."
"Is Robert a good lover? Is he as good as me?"
"It's hard to make comparisons," sighed Glenda. "He's pretty wild in bed, if that's what you mean. He-likes to read poetry to me."
"Poetry? What's this younger generation coming to? I thought that boys are supposed to take girls into bed and fuck them."
"He does that too," laughed Glenda. "But before we have sexual intercourse, he always prepares me with a poem. When I hear him read, I really get turned on. I shiver and tingle. You'd be surprised what a little poetry can do for a young girl."
"Is Robert big?" I asked. "I'm very curious to know all about him!!!"
"Well he's fairly tall," replied Glenda. "He used to play basketball, if that means anything to you. He has blonde hair, and his family is fairly rich."
"How old is he?"
"He's going to be twenty-three next month," explained Glenda. "And he does push-ups every morning before breakfast. He's very strong."
"Oh?"
"Sometimes, when he takes me into his arms I think that he's going to crush me."
"And where did you meet this muscleman?" I asked.
"At a party," replied Glenda. "Actually, you might say that it was an orgy. A bunch of the girls from school and a bunch of guys got together to have a balL We drank lots of wine, and watched pornographic movies, and then we had some group sex."
"Group sex?"
"Yeah, you ought to try it," laughed Glenda. I'm sure that you would like it. All the hip kids at college are into that kind of thing. It's nice to feel a whole bunch of warm bodies next to yours."
Tt sounds terribly unromantic," I replied. "I would be afraid of one of those things. I think that sex ought to be limited to two or three people at the most. When you have more than that, then the act loses its flavor."
"You're an old fuddy-duddy," replied Glenda. This is a new world, and everyone is trying new things. Group sex is just part of that, if you know what I mean."
"So that's how you met Robert!! ! What made him so special?"
Glenda put her thumb into her mouth and started to suck on it just like a child. I felt terribly aroused, terribly excited as she looked into my eyes.
"Well?" I asked again. "What made Robert so special? Why did you pick him out above the other guys at the party?"
Glenda smiled: "Well, Robert is rather amply endowed, if you know what I mean?"
"Are you trying to say that he has a big cock?" I asked.
"It's enormous," exclaimed Glenda. "Just thinking about it makes me cream in my panties. His dong is twelve inches long when it's hard. When it's soft, it measures nine inches in length."
"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "Do you expect me to believe that he has a twelve inch slab of meat? That boy ought to be in the movies, if he does."
"Well, I measured it with a ruler," replied Glenda, whose face was beginning to blush. I bent over and kissed her on the cheeks. She sighed softly, shivering all over. I kissed her again, biting her earlobes, and the erogenous regions of her neck and throat.
"Hey, what's all that about?" asked Glenda suddenly, as I continued with my advance. "Are you trying to seduce me, you old rake?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm trying to do. You turn me on, you young bitch."
I let my hand brush against her soft breasts. I could feel them through the thin cotton fabric of her flower print dress. I gathered them up in my palms and squeezed them gently, as my fingers tingled with wild, uncontrollable lust
"Oh Dad, stop it" cried Glenda. "We're in the office. Somebody might come in at any moment."
"Don't you worry your little head over that," I replied, walking over to my desk. I buzzed my secretary over the intercom system and instructed her that I was not to be disturbed for the next two hours.
"Two hours?" exclaimed Glenda. "Do you intend to keep me here for that long?"
"Longer!!!" I laughed, taking her hand and kissing it. "You have beautiful fingers, Glenda. Did Robert ever tell you that you had beautiful fingers?"
"No, he never did," replied my daughter. "But he's told me plenty of other things. He says that I'm voluptuous. He also says that I give a pretty good blow-job. Have I ever blown you, Dad?"
"I don't remember." I replied.
Glenda got up from her seat and she grabbed hold of my zipper and she pulled it down. Then, teasingly, she reached inside of my pants and seized my cock.
"Are you going to blow me?" I asked.
Glenda fell on her knees, and opened up her mouth, just like a fish. Then she yanked out my erection and she swallowed it up. She licked it very gently with her hot little tongue, leaving a trail of saliva from the tip to the base. She was slow and deliberate as she tickled the swollen meat of my organ. She blew on it with her hot breath, and I felt a strong, electrifying sensation pass up and down my spine.
"Gee..." I cried. "You sure know what you're doing."
"Practice makes perfect," replied Glenda, as she reached up from her kneeling position and unbuckled my belt. My trousers fell, and then she pulled down my shorts. I must have looked completely ridiculous, naked from my waist down. I must admit, at the time, I wasn't particularly concerned over my appearance.
"Dad!!!" whispered Glenda. "Robert says that I have hot lips. He says that when I start sucking on his prick, he feels like he's climbing up a wall. I can make it last, if you know what I mean."
"I wish that you wouldn't talk so much," I replied. "Won't you get on with what you were doing?"
"In a moment," sighed Glenda. "But first let me ask you a question."
"Shoot!!!"
Glenda's eyes twinkled: "What's it worth to you? If I eat you, how much will you give me?"
"Are you asking me for money?" I exclaimed.
"Sure," replied Glenda. "I want you to tell me how much you think that I'm worth."
"How much do you want?"
"Well, Robert and I will need a couple of thousand for our trip to Europe. You're rich and I don't think that you'd miss it very much."
"You want money?"
"Yes, I want you to give me four thousand dollars as a going away present. Is that okay with you?"
My whole body was burning up. If the devil had asked me to sell my soul at that moment, I probably would have considered his offer.
"Okay," I said. "I'll write you a check for the money before you leave. I hope Robert chokes on it, I do. He's turned you into a prostitute."
"No, he didn't put me up to it," insisted Glenda. "This is all my idea. I figure that if I'm going to do you a favor, then you ought to give me something in return. Fair enough?"
"I guess so," I replied, not particularly happy with the deal. If Glenda had come right out and asked me for the money, I would have been more than glad to give it to her. But the way she had gone about it, left a bad taste in my mouth, and would probably leave a bad taste in her sweet little mouth.
She opened her lips once again, and she swallowed my cock. I put my hands on her head and patted her as she chewed away at my meat. The friction of her tongue and teeth sent me flying into seventh heaven. I was tingling all over, as I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, till I had almost shoved it down her throat.
When I looked down at her, kneeling in front of me with my cock inside of her mouth, I felt very strong, very confident. I pinched her cheeks and rubbed her ears, thrusting myself with my pelvis.
"Oh shit!!" I cried. "I can feel it now."
Just as I was about to come, Glenda released the pressure of her tongue, and stopped sucking me as hard as she had been doing. Suddenly I grew more relaxed. I closed my eyes and waited. Glenda began to hum with her throat, so that the vibrations echoed through my body.
"Oh shit!!!" I cried, and then I began to ejaculate. To say that it was a beautiful experience, would be to understate the pure pleasure which overwhelmed me. When it was over, I felt exhilarated and refreshed. It was as though I had just taken a hot massage. All the cells of my body were wide awake, alive and bouncing with energy.
"What did you do with my semen?" I asked, as Glenda licked off her lips with her tongue. "Did you swallow it?"
"Yes," replied Glenda. "Yours is very salty. Robert's cream has a much sweeter tang. Did you know that a teaspoonful of the stuff has only eleven calories?"
"Oh!! ! I suppose you learned that in college?"
"Yes," replied Glenda. "In biology. Where else?"
Glenda gave my organ one last kiss before getting up off her knees. She sat down on a chair, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"You are," replied Glenda. "Did you know that you have a hairy ass, and a pair of hairy balls?"
"No one has ever told me that," I coughed, pulling up my jockey shorts and then my trousers. I buckled my belt and straightened out my shirt.
"Well?" asked Glenda. "Was that worth four thousand clams or wasn't it?"
I walked over to the desk and wrote her a check for that amount. I waved it at her, the way a matador would wave a red cape in front of a bull.
"Here it is!!" I laughed. "Do you want it?"
"Yes!!!"
"Well, come and get it," I said teasingly. "Shall I chase you around the office."
"Why not?"
Glenda jumped up at me, like a lioness. I moved fast, eluding her grasp. She was bouncy, full of energy, as she dashed across the floor. Finally she caught my shirt sleeve with her fingers.
""I've got you," she laughed.
"And "I've got you," I replied, throwing my arms around her waist. I reached up her back, to the zipper of her dress, and I started to pull it down.
"What are you trying to do?" asked Glenda. "Do you want to strip me?"
"Yes," I said
Glenda smiled broadly. "Haven't you had enough sex? I figure that an old rake like yourself would be all spent after a blow-job."
"I figure that I've got a couple of good shots left in me yet," I replied. "Besides, I want your panties."
"You want my panties? What in heaven for?"
"Well," I replied, "now that you'll be going away to Europe with your muscleman boyfriend, I need something to remember you by."
"My panties?" said Glenda incredulously.
"Sure," I nodded. "A lock of your pussy hair would be better, but unfortunately you're bald for the time being. That's why I want your panties. They'll remind me of the good times that we had together."
"I see the point," exclaimed Glenda. "But if you want them, you'll have to pay for them. Nothing in this world is free, after all."
"You take after me, you little cunt," I laughed. "You would make a hell of a good business woman. How much do you think that your panties are worth?"
Glenda broke out of my embrace, and she stepped back across the plush carpeted floor. She carefully removed her flower print dress, as I watched. Underneath she was wearing a pink slip, which she hiked up to her waist and pulled over her head.
"You certainly are a good looking bitch," I exclaimed as I stared down at the crotch of her panties. She was wet down there, and I could hear the squish of her cunt as she spread her legs apart
"Well?" asked Glenda. "How much do you think my panties are worth? We'll start the bidding at a thousand. Do I hear a thousand?"
"Okay, a thousand...."
"Sold for a thousand," agreed Glenda. "And I'll even throw my brassiere into the deal."
Glenda reached behind her and unhooked the straps of her bra. Then she tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, past her thighs and calves. She held them in her hands, dangling them in front of me in a most obscene way.
"Will you eat them now or later?" she asked.
I stared at the fullness of her naked body, and suddenly I was alive again. I walked towards her with one objective in mind: to get fucked. Glenda dropped her panties as I circled my arms around her waist, and pulled her close to me. She shivered, as I slid my palms onto the soft swell of her soft little ass. I squeezed the cheeks gently, and worked my hands between her creamy warm thighs. She was burning up, trembling as I fondled her flesh. I pressed my fingers into her cunt and rubbed it up. Then I pulled down my fly and released my pecker, all the while backing Glenda up against the desk. I didn't dare let her out of my embrace for fear that she might try to escape.
Of course I was being paranoid. Being with Glenda made me feel like that. I was afraid that she would run out of the office, completely naked and try to embarrass me in front of everyone.
"Hey Dad!" she said. "You're backing me up against the desk. What are you planning?"
"I'm planning to fuck you," I replied, lifting her up and sh'ding her onto the mahogany top. I pulled her legs apart and mounted her like a jockey. Suddenly she started to giggle. I put my pecker into her cunt and she continued her silly, girlish giggling.
"Stop that!!!" I said.
"Why? Does it make you nervous?"
"Yes," I replied. "You make me forget what I'm doing. Don't you know it's not lady-like to laugh when a man is on top of you?"
I rammed my shaft deep into her womb, thrusting with my hips and pelvis. All the while, I could hear the shrill, high-pitched tone of Glenda's laugh. I couldn't imagine what it was that she was laughing at. Once I almost started to laugh along with her. It was only by intense concentration on what I was doing that I was able to control my impulse. Finally, after about ten minutes of shoving my cock back and forth inside of her hole, I ejaculated.
"It's about time," laughed Glenda, "I thought that it would take you forever. Gee, did you know that this desk is very, very cold."
"Oh, I didn't know that," I replied, puling myself out and wiping myself off with a napkin. Then I pushed it into my trousers and zipped up my
"Okay Glenda," I said. "Why don't you put your dress on? "I'll write you a check for that additional thousand dollars you robbed me out of."
Glenda did as I told her. She pulled on her slip, and then she got into her flower print dress. She combed her hair, picked her bonnet off the floor and fitted it neatly on top of her head. Her brassiere and panties were still lying on the floor, so I picked them up and put them into my closet. Then I handed her the thousand dollars which I had agreed to pay her for those garments.
"Spend it in good health," I said. "I hope that you and your boyfriend have a wonderful time in Europe. Don't forget to write."
"I promise I won't forget," replied Glenda. "Anyway, this has been quite a memorable afternoon. I wonder what your secretary would say if she knew that I had just finished fucking you?"
Glenda gave me her hand, and I kissed it
"Well, I'm off," she said. "Give my regards to Mom."
"Wait one second," I said. "Before you go, could you tell me one thing."
"What's that?"
"Could you tell me what was so funny? Why the hell were you laughing while I was fucking you? Were you laughing at me."
"Oh, no " replied Glenda. "I-wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing ... at life!!."
"At life?"
"Yes," exclaimed Glenda. "I was laughing at life."
Before I had a chance to ask her to clear that up for me, she burst through the door and was gone. I never did know what she meant and it's been bugging me ever since.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
After my decision to get the divorce was finally made, everything else followed like clockwork. Cindy, of course, tried to dissuade me. She used the usual arguments. But I simply wouldn't budge.
"It's over between us," I said. "You'll hear from my lawyer tomorrow."
As it turned out, Cindy didn't contest the proceedings. I offered her half of the estate, and a fairly substantial alimony settlement. The final papers came through late that summer, and when I saw them I felt like a free man for the first time in many, many years.
A couple of days later Lillian and I went to a judge and we were officially married. I was going to be forty-two years old in September and she was twenty-one. Of course, many of my friends thought that I was making a terrible mistake, but I told them to mind their own business. After all, you only get one shot at happiness in this life, and you might as well grab at it.
Lillian and I spent the night of our wedding at the Plaza Hotel in New York. I don't know if you've ever been to the Plaza, but it's one hell of a gorgeous place. Real class, if you know what I mean.
"Oh Paul!! ! Oh Paul I love you!!!" exclaimed Lillian as I carried her over the threshold into the bridal suite. Champagne was waiting for us, and a tray of the most delicious food that you've ever seen. The shrimp was fat and succulent. The chicken was golden brown. The steak bits sizzled on a bone white china plate, swimming in tangy gravy.
Lillian was wearing a white wedding gown, and a veil over her face. She clutched my arm and she pressed herself against me. I could feel the warmth of her trembling body underneath, as I kissed her smooth forehead.
"Oh Paul, I don't believe it," she cried, as I squeezed her ass through the gown. She was a real hefty little bitch, with lots of bounce. I could tell right then and there that she was going to make me a very happy man.
"Oh Paul" she cried. "I feel like a virgin."
I laughed. "You look like a virgin, baby!! ! Did you see the people down there in the lobby? Every single one of them wanted to fuck you.
"-Did they?"
"Sure," I replied. "Even the judge who married us wanted to fuck you. There was that look in his eye that's unmistakable. I'm real proud of you baby, real proud!!! "
"Then do it to me," cried Lillian. "Fill me up!! Make me feel like a woman. I want you to ravish me!!!"
"You sure are an eager little bitch," I laughed. "Don't you want to have dinner first? The food looks great"
"Fuck the food!" exclaimed Lillian. "I feel like I'm sitting on needles and pins. I can't quite explain it. It's just that my whole body is quivering!! ! I feel like a young girl again, like a virgin."
"Yeah, I guess that virginity is a state of mind," I laughed, remembering the countless times that I had fucked her in the past. I had fucked Lillian hundreds, if not thousands of times since we had met I had fucked her in every conceivable position: with me on top, with her on top, sitting, standing, kneeling, in the bathtub, on the kitchen table, on the rug, on the grass. You name it and Lillian and I had done it Still, this was our wedding night, and she felt like a virgin. To be quite honest, I was feeling a little nervous myself, like a bridegroom. My hands were sweating, and I could feel my cock burning in my pants.
"You sweet little piece!!!" I laughed. "I can't wait till I get inside of you. I wish that you actually were a virgin, so I could cop that red little cherry of yours."
"Oh Paul, stop talking," exclaimed Lillian. "I feel as though there's a fire burning in my panties."
I laughed nervously, kissing her sweet little mouth, pushing my tongue between her lips, rubbing it against her teeth and the hard ridges of her upper palate. Her saliva excited my taste buds, as I pulled her closer and closer, hugging her and squeezing her with my arms. I hiked up her long white wedding gown, and I slid my hands between her trembling thighs. It was as though I had never touched them before, as though I had never felt their hidden warmth.
"Strip me," begged Lillian, panting restlessly. I eagerly obeyed, helping her off with the thousand dollar gown. Underneath she was wearing a frilly corset, which I unhooked from the back. In a second, she was completely naked, except for a pair of soft, clingy lace undies.
"How do you like them?" asked Lillian.
"You look like a whore," I laughed, as I stared down at the magnificent opulence of her sweet young body. It was as though I were sitting at a banquet table, and I had a hundred different dishes to choose from and I couldn't make up my mind where to go. Should I pull off her panties and grab for her cunt, or should I make the lunge for her tits, or should I jump at her round, bouncy little ass? Decisions!! ! Decisions!! ! Decisions!! !
"Do you like my naked body?" asked Lillian. "Why don't you come and get me? It's chow time, you know!"
I jumped at her, cupping my palms around her succulent mammaries, squeezing and pinching them with my fingers. A hot thrill shot through my body, as I buried my face in her warm cleavage.
My hands slowly descended across the line of her back, down to her curvy rump. I slid underneath her lace panties and I grabbed hold of her buttocks and I began to tremble like a child. I'm not exaggerating! I began to shiver just like a teenage boy making his first score.
I kissed Lillian on her neck, and I pulled the cheeks of her ass wide apart and I explored the hot little crack with my thumb. Then, in an instant, I managed to roll off her panties and drag Lillian to the carpet.
"Oh baby, Fuck me!!!" she cried, as my hands went between her legs, straight up to her wet cunt. The smell of her almost drove me wild, as I kissed her arms and her belly and her neck, exploring the fruits of her nakedness with my eager tongue.
"How do you want to do it?" asked Lillian. "Do you want to get on top of me, or do you want me to get on top of you?"
"You get on top of me," I ordered, ripping off my pants and my shirt. Lillian grabbed hold of my cock and she squeezed it with her soft palms. She rubbed it nice and smoothly, and she even bent over to kiss it. When she swallowed it into her mouth, I suddenly remembered the last time that I had seen Glenda, at Easter. I remembered vividly the blow-job which she had given me, the eager way in which she had sucked my cock and licked up my balls.
When I opened my eyes, and saw Lillian's shiny red hair, I suddenly forgot about Glenda. I forgot about Cindy. I forgot about all the other women I had ever had sex with before. They no longer mattered. I was being born again, into a new life, and everything that I had experienced in the past was like a dream.
"I love you," I cried.
"And I love you, Paul," replied Lillian. "Especially this cock of yours. It's simply exquisite. I can feel it throbbing when I take it into my mouth."
"What about the rest of me?" I asked. "Do you love my balls?"
"Sure I do," laughed Lillian wickedly. "But I love your cock most of all. I wish I could cut it off and stick it into my cunt and keep it in there all the time. Gee, it would be thrilling!! ! Simply heavenly!!
Lillian kissed me between my legs, all the way down to my toes. She took my big toe into her mouth obscenely and she sucked on it for several moments. Then she got up and straddled over me, so that I could see the wild, wet lips of her labia hanging down from her pussy. I stared up at her nest, with my tongue hanging out of the side of my mouth.
"You said you were hungry," Lillian laughed. "Well, here! Get a good taste of this!"
She moved up to my face, so that her cunt was directly above me. Then she eased herself down on me, pressing her creamy hole to my lips. I breathed deeply, inhaling the aroma of her feminine juices. Then, with my tongue, I reached up and began to lick the folds of her young, hot vagina. The taste was delightful, better than anything in this entire universe. My head was swimming, and I felt slightly feverish, "Now I'm going to get on top of you," laughed Lillian, as she pulled away from my face. She mounted me, lowering herself down on top of my erected penis. She wiggled her ass and her hips in a most delightful manner. Her breasts jiggled in the air, shaking like two enormous globes, as she gently eased my cock inside of her cunt.
"I'm so happy," screamed Lillian as she slid up and down on my pole. She was wet and creamy, and I could feel her strong womanly muscles hauling away at my pecker, applying a vigorous friction to its smooth surface. I felt like I was burning up, dying.
"Do you think that we're going to be happy?" asked Lillian suddenly, as she screwed her cunt tighter and tighter around my enormous organ, sitting on it and squeezing it with the teeth of her vagina. She was slick and gooey, and I felt as though I were drowning in quicksand, or being swallowed up by an enormous oyster.
"Paul!!! Oh Paul!! Please tell me that were going to be happy!! ! Please!! ! ! ! "
"Yes..." I whispered breathlessly. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't particularly in the mood for conversation. But women like to be reassured, so I reassured Lillian.
"Yes, we're going to be happy!! ! How can you have any doubts!! ! We're married aren't we?"
"I don't believe it," laughed Lillian, throwing her head back as she continued to ride me like a stallion, holding my manhood between her thighs, squeezing it to death. She was milking me like a cow, till I could almost taste the sweet pleasure of heaven. Finally, after several excruciating moments, I achieved the ultimate nirvana-that is to say, I ejaculated.
It proved to be an extremely mystical experience, and I have to admit that it left me dripping in sweat, and terribly hungry and exhausted.
After Lillian had fucked me dry, she got up and she cleaned off my cock, and then she made me lick off her smelly little hole. like lovers, we held one another for several moments, and then we got up to eat the food that was waiting on the tray for us.
"How did you like it?" asked Lillian, as she chewed on a chicken wing. "Did I thrill you?"
"Are you kidding?" I laughed, as I broke open a clam and sucked out the juicy insides. "You gave me the best fuck ever. I can't remember ever fucking a woman and coming out so happy."
Lillian peeled off a banana and nibbled at it like a beaver, biting off little chunks and tossing them around in her mouth before swallowing. I stared at her ruby red lips, and her shiny white teeth, and her dark green eyes and I felt aroused again. Sex was pounding in my brain.
"Hey!!! Don't tell me that you're ready for another shot!!!" exclaimed Lillian, picking up a cherry from the fruit tray and tossing it into her mouth. She took another cherry and she put it between her legs, and she squeezed it into her cunt. After leaving it there for several seconds, she tossed it at me.
"You said that you wanted to cop my cherry," she laughed. "Well there it is."
She took one cherry after another and she pushed it into her muff and she made me eat it. Then she took the champagne bottle and broke open the seal and took a swig. Then she poured a little on her breasts and she made me bend over and lick it off.
"Suck on my nipples," she laughed, holding my head close to her, like a baby. She kissed my earlobes and blew a delightful draft into my ear, so that I tingled and shivered all over.
Lillian continued to take food and rub it between her legs and give it to me to eat. At first I was reluctant. But soon I overcame my inhibitions. She picked up a sausage and she slipped it all the way up into her cunt, and she held it there till it was well pickled. Then she made me bend over and pull it out with my teeth and eat it Isn't it good?" she asked.
"It's heavenly," I replied. "You ought to put the sauce in cans and market it. I'm sure that every man in the world would rush down to the supermarket to buy some."
"You're cute," laughed Lillian. "I can tell that the two of us are compatible."
"We sure are," I replied, jumping on top of her and fucking her again. Afterwards we went into the bathroom and took a shower together. While I was rubbing her back, I got so excited that I popped a boner. Without waiting, I immediately shoved it into her tight little ass-hole. She wasn't ready for me, but when she felt my cock slide up her rectum, she began to pant like a bitch.
"Wonderful!!!" she cried. "It feels just wonderful!!!"
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
After spending a two week honeymoon in Jamaica, Lillian and I moved to Oakland, on the West Coast. We've been living there for the past five years, and we're both still happy-which has got to be a record of sorts.
Occasionally I hear from my daughter Glenda, who now resides in Paris with a stock broker whom she describes as "tres, tres sexy." They aren't married, but they get along. Glenda says that she's currently working on a book about her lives and loves, which she thinks is going to be a giant international best-seller. Needless to say, she has a lot to write about
In the past five years, she's made it through several dozen men. She picks them up, takes what she can get, and then she tosses them away. That poet Robert, with whom she started her journey, didn't last more than a couple of months. He didn't have enough stamina for her.
After him, she took up conjugal relations with a Marxist playwright, who liked to wear red pajamas to bed. He didn't have enough stamina for her either, and so she left him after a few weeks. She then plowed through a whole string of different men, before finally settling down with this stock broker. My daughter Glenda has had relations with a black pianist, a French pilot, a Belgian artist, a Vietnamese attache, a German demolitions expert, an Italian gangster and a Turkish revolutionary-to name only a few.
Yes, since I last saw her, Glenda has led an extremely active, if not a chaotic, life. I don't know what the hell she's looking for, though I wish her the best of luck in her search.
As for my former wife, Cindy, she went to a clinic for help with her problem. She was under analysis, but has been unable to change her sexual preference. She remains a Lesbian, and there's nothing much that can be done for her.
Late last year, she left New York City for Waco, Texas. She now resides there, sharing a house with three other girls. According to what she has said, she enjoys quite a satisfying relationship.
I'm a dyke and I'm proud!! " she wrote me in a letter a couple of weeks ago. I'm no longer ashamed of what I am. I have a wonderful sex life, much better than some of my heterosexual contemporaries. In the past I always felt guilty when I engaged in an affair. I was always nervous and fidgety. Now "I've come to terms with ah that, and I have come to accept everything about myself, including my desire to dress up like a man, to act like a man, and to make love to other women."
Sometimes I feel sorry for Cindy, but then I realize that I have no right to feel sorry for anyone. After all, she has her own life to live, her own dreams to pursue. Who am I to say that her lifestyle is in any way inferior to my own?
Living with Lillian has made me more tolerant. I feel more open to the rest of the world, more willing to accept ideas that I would have rejected out of hand a few years ago. They say that a man stops thinking when he hits his middle years. Well, Lillian keeps my eyes open and I'm grateful to her for that
I'm grateful to her for a lot of things. We had a baby last year, a little girl of whom I am very proud. Lillian and I still lead a very active sex life. Shit, sometimes I think that she's going to milk me dry. I fuck her every goddamn night, and twice on Sundays.
Of course, the two of us have our share of spats. Who doesn't? But Lillian knows the best way to straighten everything out. After an argument, she nuzzles up to me and starts to kiss me, and before I know it I forget what the hell I was mad at her about.
When she takes my arm and leads me up to the bedroom, I feel like the luckiest man in the world. Before she lets me slip it into her, she always makes me tell her that I love her.
