Thomas Bellamy lay on his bed listening to "Raindrops Keep Falling on My Head" and smoking a cigarette while he waited for Judy, the twenty-dollar hooker, to come out of the bathroom.
Judy was the only name he knew her by. She had never offered to tell him her last name, nor had he asked. He knew that prostitutes never gave their real names anyhow, and it was pointless to learn an alias. Besides, a fuck by any name would still be the same, he thought, paraphrasing Shakespeare.
He had utilized Judy's unique services periodically for almost a year, never knowing whether he would have an erection or not, much less an orgasm. But hope sprang eternal and he kept trying.
Whenever he had a good at the track or at the poker dens of Gardena, he would summon her. If he felt an unusual tingle in his groin he would summon her.
That day the track had been good to him. He hit a $252.00 exacta and had four winners out of the nine races, including the most important race of all; the ninth. He arrived back at his two-bedroom apartment in the San Fernando Valley with nine hundred dollars more than he had when he left. So he had summoned Judy.
"Raindrops" washed into an instrumental of "Mack the Knife" as Judy appeared at the bathroom door, her full figure silhouetted by the light behind her. All she was wearing was a pair of Tom's well-worn slippers and a provocative look. She was only twenty-four, but time and too many beds had been unduly cruel to her. Her big tits sagged too much, her ass was fleshier than it should have been and her cunt, as much as she was able to control it, was a little too loose. Even her eyes had lost the sparkle of youth and now reflected sadness. But she had three children and no talent other than a mouth for sucking and a cunt for fucking.
Tom had heard the story before. It was almost indigenous to the profession. But she was submissive and pleasant and she tried, above and beyond her twenty dollar price, to stoke Tom's dying embers.
"What do you think, yes or no?" she asked as she leaned against the door jamb.
He shrugged. "I pays my money and takes my chances. The story of my life." There was only a trace of bitterness in his words. Mostly, his words and tone reflected a void, a lack of fulfillment. He had often wondered if his penchant for gambling was the result of that void; a psychological substitute.
Judy, smiling warmly, sauntered to the bed and sat on the edge, her hand resting on his thigh. She looked at his cock, a once proud instrument that rose ten inches above his crotch when it was hard, but now lay listlessly between his legs; six inches of limp meat, like a thick candle that had wilted in j the heat of the sun.
Only a few times in the past year had she been able to coax the huge organ to a full erection, and only twice had she been able to cull the sperm from his testicles. It was the memory of those rare occasions that brought her back, even more than the money. A ten-inch tool was hard to come by even for a prostitute, and the times that she had persuaded his prick to rise to its majestic height she was stimulated to overwhelming orgasms, a rare occurrence in her profession.
Her hand moved to the dormant phallus and her fingers encircled it. "I have a feeling," she said, her hand slowly moving back and forth, "that we're going to make it tonight."
At fifty-five years of age, Tom wasn't nearly as confident as she, especially in light of his past performances. "At my age," he said. "Sex is nebulous and unreliable at best. Any reaction is a bonus."
"That's not true," she replied. "Some of my clients are well over sixty and still going strong. It's all in the mind."
"Then my mind's fucked up as well as my cock," he responded, a sardonic smile on his face.
She continued working on his shaft, trying to instill some modicum of stiffness in it. "There's nothing wrong with your mind or your cock. I know-a few times your cock gave me more pleasure than all the other cocks combined. "
"Yeah," he snorted, displaying true bitterness for the first time. "A few times. A year of trying and a few times I've been able to get a hard-on! Why not all the time? What am I, some sort of freak who can only mate when the moon is full or Capricorn is in the seventh house?"
"Relax, Tommy, relax," she whispered, her deft fingers tripping lightly over his flaccid penis and tickling his balls.
"Don't think of anything but balling. Put everything out of your mind but fucking and sucking. I don't care if you think of Raquel Welch or Sophia Loren or Ann-Margaret while I'm with you. Shit, think of hairless cunts if it'll help, but think of sex and nothing else." And for the first time, she felt a slight reaction in his prick.
She didn't know which of her suggestions did the trick, nor did he, but neither of them cared. The flexuous length of flesh began to have a semblance of substance to it, and Judy, eager to have it swell to its full potential, swooped down to his crotch, her hot mouth aiming for the rubbery knob at the top. She pulled in the fist-like glans and began to suck it lovingly, her tongue laving frantically over its silken surface.
Tom was elated by the erratic tremors that belatedly skittered over his groin, and he reached for her pendulous tits, massaging and kneading them with an erotic urgency. If he was to get an erection, he had to help, he had to become part of the sexual partnership.
He was getting hard! There was blood pumping into the meaty extension. He spread his legs apart so Judy could have greater freedom to work her magic.
As she lapped up and down the length of his awakening tool her fingernails scraped lightly over the wrinkled skin of his scrotum, adding a lubricious dimension to the tremulous sparks that were already hopping along his spine.
"Maybe, Judy, maybe!" he cried out hopefully. He poked his hand into the moistened meat at her Vee and pressured along her pulpy labia, hoping to increase the stimulation to his libido.
When Judy laved over his hairy balls, his penis was semi-hard and still rising. She was thrilled by the unexpected rise, but hoped for a stronger reaction. Like a sex-starved nymphomaniac she tongued about his cock, balls and asshole, anxiously anticipating the initial vaginal penetration of his monstrous pole. She had experienced the wondrous feel of its thickness and length, and she wanted to feel that same delirium again.
Harder and harder it got, until the blue veins showed clearly through the loose layer of skin that encased the rigidly erect inner core. It was hard, steel hard, and it stood proudly erect like the Queen's Guard, its huge, flaring glans looking like a gleaming helmet.
"You did it! You did it!" he shouted with as much elation as if she had discovered the cure for cancer.
"We both did it! " she replied, just as elated as he. "You got your head on straight. You thought about sex and only sex."
She was right, he fleetingly thought. He had thought about something that stimulated him, but he couldn't remember what it was and dismissed it. It was more important to utilize the enraged staff at his groin. It was an occasion for action, not thought.
"Let's fuck!" he shouted, his passion bellowing with pent-up lust. He rolled into the spread-legged nesting place that she provided for him, supporting his lean body on his elbows and knees.
He chewed hungrily on her deep red nipple as she, erotically snorting, grabbed his titanic phallus and steered it into her fur-lined pussy. The meaty folds of her labia parted like swinging gates and encased his broad cap in their fiery grasp. Her legs shot up and out as Tom, grunting with frenetic zeal, thrust forward. The throbbing, ten-inch monster knifed through her cream-lined vagina with its nose nudged into the narrow neck of her cervix.
"Oooohhhh, Jesus, Joseph and Mary!" she wailed as white-hot tremors engulfed her. The sensation was all she hoped for and more. It was rare for her to be driven to erotic exclamations, but Tom had the cock for it. The long, thick lobber filled her cunt and abraded her vaginal walls as very few others did.
Her legs flailed wildly and her ass wriggled furiously as Tom began to piston the massive rod in her contracting cunt-meat. In and out, in and out, in and out it went, with the rhythmical push of Tom's ass behind it. Judy squealed and whined from the steady pounding, and the orgasm that was aching in her guts, which needed special attention to manifest itself, was getting it.
"I'm coming, Tommy! I'm coming! Oh, my dear God, I'm coming!" she squealed, almost in awe, as the rampant climax exploded in her guts.
Tom kept battering his swollen cock into her without let-up as she contorted and squirmed beneath him, getting all the licentious pleasure she could. The emotional peak she had reached never subsided, Tom's unceasing thrusts saw to that. He was pummeling her now more for his pleasure and erotic release than hers, but she was utilizing the precious moments, her snapping cunt pulling and tugging on his deeply imbedded prick, culling all the prurient sensations that it could.
It didn't seem to Tom that it would ever happen, but slowly, inexorably, her frenetically active cunt was coaxing the sperm from his testicles. The sweat was dripping from his body in salty drops, and Judy had already experienced five climaxes when he felt the restraining gates giving way and the first chill of seminal release.
Charged up with the feeling of imminent eruption, he shortened his stroke and pumped his grotesquely swelling prick with staccato bursts. That did it! He broke through the psychological wall into carnal paradise.
He mewled like a man who had just been relieved of great agony as the seedy load spewed from the unseeing pink eye at the tip of his shaft.
And Judy, not wanting to be left out in the cold, cold world of reality, came with him, using his geysering come to trigger her.
They clung to each other, savoring the fruit of their labor, and rapturously allowed the cataclysmic outburst to run its course.
After they had showered and Judy had dressed, he gave her fifty dollars.
"Why?" she asked, embarrassed to take more than the stipulated price. "I enjoyed it as much as you."
He kissed her on the cheek. "Buy your kids a present."
When she left, he lay on the bed and reflected back on the evening, trying to figure out why tonight, after seven fruitless attempts with Judy, he was able to get a hard-on and reach a climax. He wondered, too, how long it would be before it would happen again. If he could get rock hard one time, why not every time?
It wasn't a recent phenomenon. It had started when he was forty-five and got progressively worse until he was fifty and able to have only occasional erections.
It was the cause of his divorce from Nancy, a woman fifteen years his junior and oversexed. At fifty, when his problem was most acute, she divorced him. He didn't blame her. He probably would have done the same if their positions were reversed. But what he did resent and feel bitter about was her move to New York with Vivian, their ten-year-old daughter, whom he adored.
'He was a high school teacher, specializing in the sciences, and from that time on he devoted his time to the teenagers; teaching during the day and tutoring privately at night. He refrained from dating, not wanting to subject himself to the embarrassment of not being able to perform when the moment of sexual truth arrived, as it must in all male-female relationships. That was his reason for hiring Judy and her ilk; if he didn't perform, he didn't have to make excuses. It was paid-for love, and it was only his loss if nothing happened.
But he still had idle and lonely hours, and those he filled with gambling; the ponies and poker. Some days he won and some days he lost, but at the end of the year he was always on the debit side.
There was a week left of school, and he smiled as he thought about the coming summer vacation because he had finally convinced his ex-wife to allow Vivian, his daughter, to spend it with him. It would be different with her at his side. He wouldn't be lonely. He wouldn't have the need to gamble. But he would continue his tutoring during the summer because he enjoyed helping the students who found schoolwork difficult. Also, the extra money would enable him to make his daughter's stay more enjoyable.
The doorbell chimed and interrupted his thoughts. He looked at the digital clock beside his bed and knew that freckle-faced Billy Moyer was at the door for his instructions in Geometry. Tom signed and got up.
CHAPTER TWO
The week passed slowly for Tom, but it did pass and the semester was almost over. An hour more of physics instruction and the bell would ring to signify the beginning of summer vacation. There was only the weekend to kill before Vivian would arrive.
It had been five years since he had seen her; five long, lonely years. He wondered if he would recognize her; if she would recognize him. She was ten when he and Nancy parted, and now Vivian was fifteen, a young lady.
As he sat behind his desk he scanned the room, comparing the girls with his daughter. Most of them were fully developed; little girls who had in the past two years burgeoned into womanhood. Most had full, firm tits and enticingly rounded butts.
Had Vivian undergone the same physical changes, he wondered. When he last saw her she was flat-chested and skinny, a leggy little filly with a remarkably infectious smile and flaming red hair.
He had spent the past week refurbishing the second bedroom for her, and he hoped that he had correctly anticipated her taste. In place of the plaid curtains he had hung frilly lace. The plain cotton bedspread was replaced by patterned satin. He filled the room with a menagerie of stuffed animals and put a makeup mirror on the new dressing table.
Annie Follmer, a sixteen-year-old charmer who was one of his private students, raised her hand and volunteered to answer the question that he had just asked. Annie was a little older than the others in the class, having missed a semester of school due to illness. With the help of Tom's tutoring and summer school, she would make it up.
"Annie," Tom said, designating her to answer the question.
She stood up, her lovely tits pressing against the front of her paisley blouse. "The law of gravitation," she began. "Any two bodies in the universe attract each other with a force that is directly proportional to their masses and inversely proportional to the square of their distance apart."
"Exactly," Tom said with a smile.
When Annie, who was seated in he first row, sat down, her miniskirt hiked up and Tom, from his vantage point, could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. He wasn't sure if it was an oversight or if she always went pantyless, but the unexpected view of her sparsely thatched pussy engendered a tingly feeling in his groin and his usually placid penis began to stir uneasily. It was a first in his long career as a teacher. During his tenure in education he had seen many crotches and bared little pussies, but they had never before affected him.
The fuzzy little crack that hid in the shadows reminded him of his sexual session with Judy, and he recalled vividly why he became so abruptly hard. He recalled that Judy had suggested that he think of something to stimulate himself, and now he knew what it was. It wasn't an image of Raquel Welch or Sophia Loren or Ann-Margaret, but a gossamer projection of a hairless, pubescent pussy that did the trick; an exciting composite of all the delicate pussies that he had fleetingly caught sight of over the passing years.
He gave the class a gravitational problem and then retreated into his thoughts.
Had he, all these years, subconsciously coveted these succulent twats? Did he harbor a secret desire to desecrate the innocence of youth? Would that be a panacea for his sexual ills?
He felt that the questions were salacious and perverted but he had to face them, as disturbing as they were. He was a man of fifty-five with a ten-inch cock that was all but useless, and yet when he conjured up a picture of a teenage pussy he jerked rapidly to rigidity. Even now, at the shadowy sight of Annie's pussy, he was pruriently stimulated.
It was a puzzle fraught with many possibilities, most of them abhorrent to him.
He looked again at Annie, who was deeply involved with the problem that he had presented. Her well-formed legs were still parted and her smooth twat was still visible. He was mesmerized by the snug crease, unable to take his eyes from it, yet feeling like a moral degenerate for looking. The longer he stared at the fuzzy nest the harder his penis got, until it poked at his fly like a tentpole, He was inundated with conflicting emotions. He was embarrassed yet intrigued, stimulated but self-recriminating, aroused yet abashed. He knew he shouldn't look, but he couldn't pull his eyes away. He knew that his thoughts were immoral but a stiff cock has no morality.
It was frightening to learn so late in life and so abruptly that he was attracted licentiously by puberty. It was a matter for his conscience and morality to deal with, and he hoped that it was only a passing whim.
As Tom wrestled with his conscience, three thousand miles away Vivian, his daughter, had started her vacation.
She and her boyfriend, Chris Wilson, a twenty-two-year-old law student at Columbia University, were entering his apartment.
"Do you have to go for the entire summer?" he asked as he closed the door to his bachelor apartment in the upper seventies of Manhattan.
Vivian kicked off her shoes and lay on the Castro convertible, her skirt flying above her hips. Vivian was fifteen, but her femininity was fully developed. In the five years that she had been in New York her breasts had grown to full blossom, her hips had taken on a seductive flare and her skinny legs were now long, supple and enticing.
As she leaned back on her elbows, her legs slightly apart, her flaming red pubes shadowed through the lace of her panties.
"I don't have to, but I want to," she informed him. "I haven't seen my father in five years, and I may never see him again. Three months apart won't kill either of us."
Chris sat on the sofa, his hand on Vivian's waist. "Speak for yourself, honey. It might kill me."
She giggled. "Oh, sure," she said with a wry expression on her lovely face and her dark eyes flashing impishly. "I'm sure you'll just sit home and play with yourself."
"I probably will," he said, a sad expression on his face. "I'll probably curl up in a corner and wither away."
"Oh, poor baby," she cooed, her hand moving toward his crotch. "But I'm not gone yet, so you don't have to play with yourself."
As he leaned over her and put his lips to hers she unzipped his fly and put her hand into the opening. It was soft when her dainty hand surrounded his penis, but after a few moments of her gentle manipulation she pulled out a stiffened prick.
Her mouth parted and his tongue slipped in to probe the warm interior, while his hand undid the buttons of her blouse. When his hand cupped over her luscious globe and massaged it, she scooped his scrotum into the open and hefted it, as though testing its weight.
He parted the material of her blouse, baring the firm, upright mounds on her chest. They were glorious; pert, full, creamy-white and laced with fine blue lines like alabaster.
"Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful titties in the world?" he murmured.
"Uh-huh," she purred, expanding her chest so they would protrude still more. He put his mouth to a pink nipple and began to hungrily suckle on it.
Vivian's hand rode his pole with tenderness, and she cooed, "Did I ever tell you that you have the most beautiful cock in the world?"
He mumbled incoherently, his lips and tongue too busily engaged with the succulent delight in his mouth to enunciate his words. His fingers hooked into the elastic of her panties and pulled the lacy garment from her body. And while his mouth continued to feast on her rose-hued teat, he put his hand into the warm crease at the juncture of her full thighs.
She put one leg over the top of the sofa and let the other hang limply over the front, her foot resting on the floor. The way was clear for him to fully exploit her moistened pussy, and he did. His fingers followed the slim line of her pussy-lips and then fingered lightly about her asshole.
"Hmmm, hmmmmm," she hummed as fluttering tremors leaped about her loins. Her hand flagellated excitedly over the six-inch length of his swollen shaft.
He deftly parted the dainty petals and poked nosily into her vulva, pressuring the spongy meat with his fingertips. Reluctantly he left her heavenly tasting mammary and laved downward, charting a course for her eagerly awaiting twat. Closer and closer he drew to the juicy nest, his tongue lapping lavishly on her warm skin as he went. He rolled up the material of her skirt and nuzzled his mouth into the dazzling red feathers at her crotch. He nipped the silken tufts of the crimson patch and pressured the flesh below with his chin while he finger-fucked her into readiness for his oral arrival.
Vivian was moaning erotically and her hips were swaying languidly as she floated in a sensuous sea, her emotions scaling higher with each hot breath that he blew into her pubic forest and each stimulating movement of his tapered fingers.
The tip of Chris' tongue teased her loin, her inner thighs, and then lapped greedily on the moist meat between her pussy and anus.
He picked his head up for a moment and looked at the pastel pink of her inner cunt-lips, his mouth watering to feast on it.
"Did I ever tell you that you have the prettiest pussy in the whole world?"
"Ooohhhh, Chris-don't rate it, eat it!" she pleaded. Her libido wasn't seeking compliments, it was seeking release.
"I'm going to do that, baby. I'm going to eat it all up, so you'll go to Los Angeles twatless and will have to come back if you want to pee."
"Oh, shit, Chris-don't talk me into an orgasm! Suck my cunt! Suck it or I'm going to crawl out of my skin!" She was writhing convulsively, her impassioned body pleading for climactic release.
Chris put his mouth to the fiery opening and his tongue snaked out, skimming in the creamy dew that had already gathered in her vagina. Then around and around his tongue traveled, titillating and teasing the meaty folds of her vulva.
"Oh, God. Oh, God!" she wheezed, her hot breath leaping erratically from her mouth. "I'm so close, honey! I want to come! I want to come! Suck my clit!"
Chris tongued his way along the meaty path to the apex of her vulva and found her glistening nubbin puffed up like a balloon and waiting bravely for his oral attack. He was on the blood-filled node in a flash, his teeth, tongue and lips attacking simultaneously.
"Yessssss! Yessssssss!" she hissed hysterically, her fingers ripping at his shoulders and the heels of her small feet pounding on his back.
Chris chewed, nipped, gnashed, tugged and rolled the sensitive clitoris, almost tearing it loose from its mooring with his savage onslaught. He savored it, feasted on it as though it were a special dish prepared by an epicurean chef.
Vivian wanted to come, and she got her wish. Her body arched grotesquely until only her shoulders and feet touched, and then she whined eerily, her body shuddering in an overwhelming climax.
Chris stayed orally attached to the spewing cunt and siphoned in the musky flow as fast as it appeared. And he never allowed her to retreat from the frenzied peak, gourmandizing her beleaguered clit until she came again, and again, and again.
She felt as though her flesh were stripping from her bones and her bones were exploding into flying shards. The orgiastic series was nerve-shattering and mind-boggling, but that was what she loved most about Chris, and what she would miss most when she was in Los Angeles. His cock had never thrilled her too much, but his mouth deluged her senses with unbearable ecstasy, as though he had electric wires attached to his lips and tongue.
When he finally allowed her to settle down on the sofa, her body was a flexuous lump, his cock was bloated with blood and aching with wanton pain. He put her hand on the swollen tool and she could feel the blood pounding wildly within as though trying to burst through the walls of the gristled sheath.
She sat up and looked at it, the glans purplish with pressured blood and the trunk jerking fitfully, and she patted it gently.
"Vivian didn't forget you," she said, her lips pursed. She leaned over and kissed the flaring cap, her tongue laving lovingly over the satiny surface.
"Lay back, honey," she whispered, and then scrambled off the sofa and took a kneeling position between his outstretched legs.
She tubed her tongue and poked the tip into the pink eye while her hands slid up and down his angrily pulsing rod and jostled his aching balls.
"Get it all, baby!" he cried, his hips humping upward to fully imbed the anguished pole in her hot orifice. Vivian gladly accepted the smallish prick and hollowed her cheeks to form a more forceful vacuum, a savage suction that would pull the sperm from his testicles.
Her head bobbed rapidly, and as Chris looked through half-closed eyes it looked like a ball of fire bounding in front of him. Her teeth dragged lightly along the sensitive surface as her lips slithered back and forth, and her tongue licked at his balls each time she reached the hairy base.
"I'm going to miss you, baby!" he rasped, his belly twitching and bubbling like a pot of boiling water. "Suck, honey, suck, suck, suck, suck!"
Vivian didn't need his urgent coaxing to greedily cannibalize his prick. She was sucking his penis because she loved it, loved it as much as, and perhaps more than the fucking he gave her. She had always found herself somehow not completely satisfied after he had reamed her pussy with his barely adequate tool, but she loved the silky-sweet taste of it and experienced a much more intense orgasm by sucking it than by riding it.
And now she was as close to another climactic outburst as he was, and she increased the fervor of her cock-sucking mouth. She could feel the tremoring oscillations of his legs and she knew that he was preparing to deliver his seminal hoard into her hot maw.
She squeezed her legs together and moved her thighs rapidly in opposing directions to agitate her aroused clit while she sent her finger to skim tauntingly around his asshole. As the trembling of Chris' legs intensified, she jabbed her finger into his anus and massaged his prostate with the tip. It was like pulling the trigger of a loaded pistol.
"Aaaaarrrrggggghhhh!" he growled, shooting his milky pellets into her seething funnel.
The salty wads were like nectar to Vivian as she voraciously gulped them down, at the same time delighting in an orgasm of her own. As she sucked and sucked, drawing out all the savory sperm that he had to offer, her tight cunt fluttered convulsively and her lithe body shuddered in erotic response.
After resting a few minutes, Vivian looked at her watch and leaped to her feet.
"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. "It's five-thirty. I have to get home." There was nothing more to be accomplished at Chris' apartment. He was capable of one explosion per sexual session, and she knew it. She might, by persistent phallic attention, goad his prick to rigidity again, but it wasn't worth the effort when she could go home and enlist her stepfather's aid in quieting the still-burning desire in her loins. She needed a man-sized penis, and Chris' organ didn't quite fill the bill.
It was the one facet of their relationship that disturbed her. They were compatible, they had wonderful times together, they could communicate with each other and they felt comfortable with each other. She adored him when he nuzzled his face into her smoldering pussy and belabored her clitoris. She was wild about him when she fellated his cock and felt the warm jism sliding down her throat. But when his prick was in her twat she felt a void, she felt there was something lacking, and in truth there was; three additional inches of prick. Three inches of missing cock stood in the way of an ideal relationship.
She wished it wasn't so, but it was. She was the product of her mother, and like her mother she was sexually oriented. So three inches more of solid penis was terribly important to her, important enough for her to know that she would never marry Chris, as much as she loved him. It would be unfair to him, and to her. She knew that after the first blush of romance was over and they settled into the tedium of marriage, she would be prowling the streets looking for bigger and better cocks.
She was going to see her father partly because of Chris. It was her hope that in their three-month separation their ardor would cool and they could part amicably, perhaps to meet occasionally for a wild, uninhibited session of mutual oral copulation.
When she was dressed and at his door he put his arms about her waist, mashing his crotch into hers.
"Are you sure you won't be able to get away either Saturday or Sunday?" he asked.
"I'm sorry, Chris, but mom and Mike have plans for the entire weekend."
"I think Mike sees you more than I do," Chris said. He smiled when he said it, but the underlying jealousy was obvious.
"Of course he does, silly," she replied. "He's my stepfather. We live together."
"I know, and I envy him.
"You're sweet," she whispered and kissed him.
"Then I won't be seeing you for three months," he said wistfully.
"Three months isn't long."
"That depends on which end of the telescope you're looking through," he said. "From my end it looks like an eternity. Maybe it's because I love you more than you love me."
She looked into his eyes for a long moment without saying anything, thinking that perhaps he was right. "I'm only fifteen."
"No you're not. You're a hundred and fifteen." He crushed his lips to hers and they kissed passionately, soulfully, a kiss that would have to last three months, and perhaps forever.
"Goodbye," she said rather sadly, as though she knew it was their final fare well.
A few moments later she was in a cab, heading for the plush penthouse apartment that she called home.
CHAPTER THREE
As Vivian was whizzing up to the fiftieth floor she thought about the past five years, the five years since she had last seen her father.
She and her mother, Nancy, arrived in New York with very little money and no friends. But her mother was intelligent, beautiful and sexually resourceful, so in short order she had wedged herself into the city's social set. She had started work as receptionist for one of the largest advertising agencies in New York and had quickly worked her way up to being the president's girl Friday, a job she used as her springboard.
Michael Findley, who was twenty-three at the time and twelve years Nancy 's junior, fell madly in love with the older woman. He had inherited the oil wealth of his father, and when he asked Nancy to marry him she leaped at the opportunity. The marriage turned out fortuitously for them both. They were both blatantly sexual and non-possessive. While they were truly in love and inextricably fated to each other, they were both free to savor the spice that came with sexual variety.
It was Mike who had taken Vivian's virginity, not only with Nancy's consent, but at her request. Vivian had just turned thirteen, and Nancy felt that she should be deflowered by someone who cared, someone who would be gentle.
Vivian remembered her first experience with sexual intercourse as she passed the thirtieth floor. She remembered how surprised both Mike and her mother were when she suffered no pain at the initial penetration of her hymen-blocked pussy. She had taken to sexuality like a fledgling duck to water. It was as though she had been brought into existence for the wanton pleasures her cunt could both give and receive.
That sensual familial relationship still existed, each of them taking their pleasure from the other whenever the need or desire arose.
The car eased to a stop at the fiftieth floor and Vivian got out, hoping that Mike was at home. Her insatiable pussy needed a prick badly, and Mike, who had an eight-inch weapon, would happily placate Chris' discontent.
The immoral three were planning to go to dinner that evening, but their reservations weren't till nine-thirty. If Mike ran true to form, he would arrive at the apartment with only time enough to shower, shave and change clothes.
When she entered the huge penthouse apartment, she quickly went in search of him, hoping against hope that she would find him and his always-ready cock available.
The terrace was empty. The living room, the den and the dining room were also empty, and so was the automated kitchen. The master bedroom was the only place, other than her bedroom where she hadn't looked.
"Oops," she gasped as she entered the master bedroom. Not that she was surprised with what she found, but rather it was the involuntary reflex that usually occurs when a person is intent on finding one thing and discovers something else.
Her mother was in the nude, and so was Paul Herron. Paul was twenty years old, the night guard at the exclusive building who attended college during the day.
Nancy, who was now forty years old, had conceded little to the ravages of time. Her full breasts sagged slightly, but her belly was still flat and taut. Her hilly buttocks, although not as tightly firm as they once were, still offered abundant pleasure. And her bright red pubes were lush and glistening.
At the moment, her hand was wrapped around Paul's bulging shaft, her fingers applying pressure, while his fingers were snugly encased in her cunt.
The young man was embarrassed by Vivian's sudden appearance and pulled his fingers from Nancy's pussy, foolishly thinking that if his hands were in view, Vivian wouldn't suspect anything. He knew, of course, that it was stupid, but it was an embarrassed reaction and he was stuck with it.
Nancy felt no compulsion to stop what she was doing. On the contrary, she smiled at Vivian and shook the thick pole at her daughter, saying, "Hello, baby! Look what I've got."
"Hi, mommy," Vivian said, but her eyes and mind were transfixed by the nine-inch lobber that waved before her. It was a magnificent sight, and her twat hungered to feed on it.
As she walked toward the ten-by-ten bed, drawn by the erotic magnetism of the mighty staff, she thought of the many times she had seen Paul in the lobby, and never once did she imagine he had such a potent pole. If she had, she would have been more courteous to him when he greeted her.
"Relax, Paul," Nancy whispered in the tensed boy's ear. "The worst that can happen is that we'll fuck you silly."
Vivian reached the side of the bed and began unbuttoning her blouse, her eyes holding Paul with their licentious intensity. When her blouse fell to the floor, Paul's eyes bugged and the tension left him. He knew now that she was going to become part of the sexual encounter, and his cock stiffened still more.
She unzipped her skirt and wriggled out of it. She kicked off her shoes, then hooked her fingers into the elastic at the top of her panties and slowly, slowly lowered them.
When wisps of red curls peeked over the top, Paul let out a breathy, "Wow!" It was a two-fold reaction. First, to the tantalizing sight of Vivian's emerging young pussy, and second, to Nancy's hot mouth as it engulfed his knobby glans.
Nancy was on his prick like a tigress, pulling all nine inches into her violently suctioning maw with one downward movement of her head.
"Christ!" he yelped as singeing impulses riled his libido.
Vivian was finally in the nude. She stood to the side, her hands roaming suggestively over her vibrant body. She moved them across her ass, across her belly, over her lush tits and then down to her snug crotch, where she tantalizingly fingered the smooth pulp of her labia.
Paul, although being given expert fellatio by Nancy, was dying to get his hands on the exciting, sensuous nymph who wriggled so seductively just beyond his reach.
"Come here, Vivian!" he pleaded. "Let me suck your pussy! You're driving me out of my fucking mind!"
He was humping his hips violently, driving his overanxious cock into her mother's mouth, wreaking his nerve-twisting passion in the saliva-filled orifice. And Nancy loved every minute of it. She sucked and tongued and coddled the throbbing rod as though she were a mother bear orally cleaning the afterbirth off its newborn cub.
"No," Vivian said coquettishly. "I'll wait. I don't want to be eaten, I want to be fucked! I want your big cock in my pussy. I want it spreading my meat apart and rasping my clit."
Paul wanted it, too. He wanted to feel his cock punching into her fifteen-year-old twat. He wanted to feel the tight hole squeezing about his impaling prick, but Nancy had no intentions of giving up the heavenly tasting staff until she had culled the sperm from him.
Vivian sat on the bed, close enough to Paul so he could reach out and play with her tits. She reasoned that the added stimulation would hasten his climax, and she would have his penis in her that much faster. It would also further stimulate her and make the initial entry that much more acute.
Paul mewled ecstatically as his hands encased the bulging duplications on her chest. He massaged and kneaded the pliant flesh and fingered tentatively about her elated nipples and areola.
While Nancy applied her expertise to his prick, he administered urgent attention to Vivian's mammaries. He wanted, in the most salacious way, to suck on Vivian's distended nipples, to lave his tongue over the puffy mounds of pink flesh.
"Bend over," he cried. "Let me suck your tits. Please, let me suck them! "
If it would help bring about his orgasm, and she thought it would, then she was willing.
She leaned over until her gorgeous breasts hung like ripe melons before him. He quickly surrounded one of the pink beauties with his lips and sucked on it as though trying to pull an olive through a straw. The frenetic suction was tantalizing her libido, and when he reached between her legs she didn't resist. She pushed them apart, offering his hand ready access to her fiery twat, hoping that he could digitally placate her steaming passion until his phallus was available.
There was little doubt that Nancy was drawing him closer and closer to his climactic eruption because his fingers were trembling as though he had palsy when they contacted Vivian's moist labia. The involuntary vibrations added to her pleasure as he attached her clit.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" she rasped, her ass whipping frantically about. He had just entrapped her juicy nubbin, and he was getting to her. He was enticing an eruption from her guts, but she didn't mind. She could endure innumerable climaxes as long as the erogenous series ended with a cock in her wanton little pussy.
"Christ! Christ! I'm coming! I'm coming balls and all!" he wailed.
Nancy waited for the seminal gusher, her pursed lips resting about the head of his cock. A squealing moan gurgled in her throat as the first slippery wad jetted into her mouth and splattered against her palate. Paul was a shuddering hulk as the sperm spasmed from him to be greedily devoured by the lubricious woman attached to his meaty extension!
In Paul's emotional upheaval, his fingers stopped! their frenzied attack on Vivian's clitoris. But her reaction had already been instigated, and his orgasm had squeezed the trigger. She whimpered excitedly and crushed his hand between her thighs as her explosion caromed about her loins.
Having milked him dry, Nancy moved away and lit up a cigarette. Seeing his reddened peril available, Vivian was incited to immediate action!
It was drained and it was dying, but Vivian had unbinding faith in her ability to restore its functional rigidity. She licked about his balls and encircled the semi-hard phallus with her soft fist, moving up and down with slow strokes.
Almost in a torpor, Paul gazed at the erotically active fifteen year old, thinking that she couldn't possibly stem his phallic retreat so soon after his titanic orgasm. But he reckoned without knowing Vivian's dedication and ingenuity.
The little girl left his scrotum and used the tip of her tongue to tickle his anus. Sparks invaded his groin. She stiffened her tongue and pushed past the protection of his sphincter muscle and reamed his asshole. Flames charred his libido. Then, while she rapidly tongue-fucked his rectum, she used her fingernails to gently nip about his genitals. And his cock rose majestically.
She pulled her tongue from his ass and he protested with a weak whimper. Vivian rose to her knees and looked covetously at the upright post, a smug smile on her lips. She had again proved her sexual irresistibility, and she was finally going to have her cock-starved pussy fed.
Paul was truly surprised to find that his overworked organ had responded to Vivian's urging, for not only had he just come, but he had already fucked Nancy once before Vivian had arrived.
Vivian didn't know this, nor did she care. The only thing that concerned her at the moment was getting that enormous root into her twat so she could wallow in the carnal pleasure she would get from it.
On her knees, she straddled his body, never letting his thick muscle out of her clutches. When she was in position, her crying pussy hovering above the fat crown, she jabbed it between her labia and rubbed it roughly against her clit.
Her head fell limply back and she crooned an erotic time. A drug addict getting a fix couldn't have been more relieved. Now that the urgent edge was dulled, she wedged the ballooned cap into the narrow slit of her labia and let it go. The joy was indescribable, and she felt the shimmering tremors from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. She lay the palms of her hands on his belly and allowed her weight to carry her down the thick rail that was impaling her. Lower and lower she sank, until the pads of her ass rested on his pelvis and his nine-inch pecker was fully ensheathed.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she cooed, enjoying the cunt-filling feel of his imbedded shaft. She didn't move. She sat there quietly, allowing her famished vagina to engorge itself, to surround and mold itself to the entrapped invader. Then she moved her ass from side to side in an easy, swaying motion. A moment later, she added a back-and-forth motion, all the while mewling and groaning ecstatically.
Paul was mesmerized by the deliberate, exacting way she utilized his monstrous cock, at the same time he was experiencing exquisite sensations as her tight, grasping cunt-meat twisted and pulled his bedeviled penis. It was as though he were under an anesthetic, watching the doctor operate.
Vivian's languid gyrations increased in tempo and fervor as her passion and lust spiralled. And by the time she added a frantic up-and-down movement, her ass was whipping and flouncing about like a bucking bronco with a burr under its saddle.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed as she humped and ground and convoluted. She was pounding her savagely aroused cunt over his slickly pistoning prick with unleashed fury, as though she were trying to drive him through the mattress.
Paul could no longer lay still and docilely accept the wanton pounding without reciprocating. He clamped his fingers into the sweating cushions of her ass and humped violently upward, meeting her every battering thrust with one of his own.
Nancy lay to one side, vicariously enjoying her daughter's debauchery. She had wallowed in the pleasure of Paul's meaty behemoth, and she knew how her daughter was feeling. She languished in sympathetic response, almost feeling Paul's prick sliding back and forth in her cunt.
"Get it, baby, get it!" she called, her voice shallow with emotion. "Pull his balls and all into your pussy! Do him in! Do him in!"
Neither Vivian nor Paul were aware of Nancy's scatological urging. They were too caught up in the churning maelstrom of their emotions. They had fused into a single sexual entity, attuned to each other's carnal needs and hungering lust.
The sweat poured from Vivian's body to rum in salty rivulets down her frantically writhing body, through her matted red pubes and drip into steam when they landed on Paul's torrid flesh.
They grunted and growled like animals, they rutted and fucked like animals and they ripped and tore and slashed at each other like animals. And when they came, they came like animals; groveling and snarling!
The huge bed creaked and shook as the bestial couple shuddered in their soul-rending orgasms.
Nancy watched them, and Nancy climaxed with them. And as the creamy ooze rivered from her cunt to stream down her thigh, she watched them collapse into a lump of limp flesh.
After Paul had gone, Vivian and her mother showered and began to dress for dinner, knowing that Mike would soon be home. He required only a quarter of the time they needed to get ready.
Nancy was applying her makeup, and Vivian, clad only in her panties, was sitting on the bed watching her when Mike entered the bedroom.
Mike, now twenty-eight, had matured only slightly in the past five years. He was still volatile and unreliable, but he adored and worshipped Nancy and Vivian. With Nancy, it was almost an Oedipus complex, like having an affair with his mother who had died in childbirth; while with Vivian, it was incest with the daughter he could never have. He was sterile but sexual, and Nancy didn't want any more children, so even in that sensitive area they were ideally suited.
Mike was extremely handsome, to the point where he was often referred to as "pretty boy." And he had a smile that could light up a room. With all the psychological hang-ups that Mike had, it wasn't surprising to Nancy or Vivian when he told them that he had occasional affairs with men. Nor did they care. He was sexually active enough to take care of all exigencies.
"How're my girls?" he asked, a bright smile on his face. He went to Nancy and kissed her resoundingly. Next, he enfolded Vivian in his arms and kissed her on the lips and then on each titty.
"You know something, Red junior?" he asked. "Your titties get more beautiful every day."
She smiled and put her arms around his neck. "Mean it?"
"Of course," he answered, slipping his hands under her panties and fondling her ass. "Not only that, but you're getting more desirable every day." She kissed him. "Thank you."
"Tell me," he said. "You going to give your father a little?"
"He's fifty-five years old," Vivian reminded him. "Well, if anyone can stir his coals, you're the little pussy who can do it." It was his way of paying her the supreme compliment, and Vivian accepted it that way, but it annoyed Nancy.
"Mike," she snapped. "You know I never find fault with anything you say or do, but that's in extremely bad taste."
He strode to her, his face lit up with a boyish smile, and put his arms around her, cupping her tits and then nuzzling his lips to her neck. "I'm only kidding, Red. Red junior knows that I am, and so should you."
"Tom is a sweet, gentle man who loves young people, and not the way we do. I don't even like to hear you jokingly suggest that she try to entice him into bed."
"Oh, mom, why get so up tight? Even if I wanted to ball him it wouldn't do any good. You said yourself that he was almost impotent."
Nancy got to her feet, her eyes blazing, and shot a scathing look at her daughter.
"That's enough. He's your father, show him some respect!" Nancy, in spite of the fact that she had divorced Tom, still loved and respected him, but she knew that she would have learned to hate him and that he would have come to despise her if she had continued the sexless marriage. She had chosen the lesser of two evils.
Both Vivian and Mike were cowered by her outburst. Mike muttered, "I'm sorry," and went into the bathroom to shower.
Vivian walked up behind her mother as the older woman sat back down and continued making up.
"Mom, I'm sorry. I was trying to be a cute little bitch and I flopped miserably. Please forgive me." Nancy turned and faced her. She put her hands to Vivian's waist and looked into her misting eyes. "Just remember that your father loves you very much, and that We love him very much. And if he were more sexual, or if I wasn't oversexed, we'd still be together."
She pulled her daughter's face down and kissed her on the forehead. "Now," she said, slapping her on the rump, "Go get dressed."
Now that her mother's dark mood had passed, Vivian felt happy and ready for dinner. But as she dressed, she wondered about what Mike had said. She wondered if she could "stir her father's coals," as Mike had said.
She had been having an incestuous relationship with her mother for two years and felt no guilt or shame for having done so, but for some unexplained reason she felt that way just thinking incestuous thoughts about her father. Nevertheless, her mind was unwilling to relinquish the carnal thought that Mike had implanted, and as she lay in bed that night she wondered what would happen when she was alone with her father and her pussy hungered for phallic attention.
Only time would supply the answer, she thought, and fell asleep with an anticipatory smile on her face.
CHAPTER FOUR
The weekend dragged by abysmally slow for Tom. Even his Saturday visit to Hollywood Park didn't cheer him up, in spite of winning close to two hundred dollars.
Whereas he had been checking off the days until Vivian would arrive in Los Angeles, he was now checking off the minutes. And each minute seemed like a day.
The only bright spot in the otherwise torturous weekend was the hour and a half he spent tutoring Annie Follmer in physics and English literature. As soon as the sixteen-year-old girl appeared at his door he recalled the tantalizing view he had got of her pussy and wondered if she were still pantyless.
The prurient reminiscence caused his cock to stir and stretch languidly along his thigh. When she took her place on the divan, after kicking off her shoes, and got into her usual position of sitting with her feet tucked under her ass, her miniskirt was stretched taut and Tom could see to her crotch.
She wasn't wearing panties, and Tom shifted his body so Annie couldn't see the physiological change that was taking place at his crotch. A few minutes after she had taken her place at one end of the divan, Tom's cock was like a length of steel.
It was true, he thought. Puberty did excite him, but what could he do about it? He couldn't try to seduce the sixteen-year-old brunette, but he was thrilled by the fact that he could get a hard-on so easily. Now, when he utilized Judy's paid-for cunt, he would only have to think of Annie and his prick would rise majestically to the occasion.
As the time passed he thought more of Annie's pubescent pussy, and he wondered what it would be like to possess her vibrant body. He wondered how it would feel to put his ten-inch organ into her young, tight pussy.
The few times she shifted her position, her legs parted and he could see the delicate pink of her labial slit. It was a maddening sight, and he was sorely tempted to make some overture and see how she reacted. But the consequences, if she should run screaming from his apartment that, "that dirty old man attacked me!" would be too disastrous, so he stifled the impulse and remained achingly content to look at her lovely pussy without touching.
When the instruction period was over and they were walking to the door, Annie put her arm through his and held it tight against her body. He could feel the firm bulge of her tit pressing into his upper arm, and his cock again sprang up like an attacking animal.
He didn't know if it was intentional on her part, but he felt that she had to be aware of the pressure against her breast. When they reached the door Annie put her hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes, and Tom was puzzled by the enigmatic look he saw.
"Mr. Bellamy, I like you," she began hesitantly. "I enjoy having you teach me. I can learn so much from you."
Tom had the intuitive feeling that Annie was referring to more than schoolwork. That she wanted to be taught more than schoolwork.
"You're a good student, Annie," he replied. "It's a pleasure teaching you."
"Thank you," she squeaked, and then abruptly stood on her toes and kissed him on the lips, pushing her crotch firmly against the hardness at his loins. A moment later she was gone.
Tom stood there almost in a trance, sure now that she had felt his rock-hard penis and wanted him to take her. He realized, too, that her pantyless attire was intentional, for his benefit to stimulate his libido and stir him into sexual action. And it did stimulate him and stir him into action. He called Judy and asked her to come to his apartment immediately.
When the twenty-four-year-old hooker arrived at his apartment his cock was still reasonably hard. And as Judy disrobed he thought of Annie and her maddening, fuzz-thatched pussy.
The mental device worked inordinately well. When Judy got into bed with him, his phallus was jerking fitfully and hard as a granite obelisk.
When Judy felt the mammoth tool burrowing into her cunt and wedging her vagina widely apart, she screeched gleefully and asked, "Did you find a fountain of youth?"
She didn't know how close she was to the truth, but Tom wasn't in the mood to discuss it. He wanted to lacerate her cunt with his arisen-from-the-dead prick.
He pounded his monstrous pole into her with the unleashed frenzy of a demon, all the while thinking of Annie and her classmates, projecting images of them in the nude with their legs spread wide so he could see the glistening inner meat of their pubescent pussies.
The vivid pictures worked wonders on Tom's sexuality, and by the time he had come twice without respite between orgasms Judy had squealed and shrieked through six climaxes.
As they lay in bed allowing their enervated batteries to recharge, Tom felt that he had to talk to someone about his recently discovered aberration, and Judy was the only one in whom he could confide such a perverted secret.
He spoke slowly and chose his words carefully, starting with the last time that Judy had visited him. He told her that his sudden obsession with teenage pussy had begun that night; that when she suggested he think of something stimulating, he had thought of a hairless twat. He recounted the events since then, including Annie's earlier visit.
"I don't know what to do," he said, ending with a sigh.
"Fuck her," Judy replied as though suggesting a walk in the park.
"What?" Tom gasped. "I'm fifty-five and she's only sixteen. It's not only an immoral and perverted act, it's a criminal act."
"Bullshit! " she snorted. "The kid wants you to fuck her, so fuck her. And it's only criminal if charges are brought against you. And if it's as perverted and criminal as you say, then we've got a hell of a lot of old perverts and criminals running around loose."
"Are you telling me?"
Judy interrupted him and spoke softly, trying to convince him that he wasn't some sort of ogre, breathing fire and lusting to ravage little children. "Tom, you're not unique. Almost every man, when he reaches middle age or later, suddenly, finds youth sexually attractive. It's a subconscious desire on his part to recapture his own youth. But most men don't have the opportunity that you have. You're still physically attractive and vital, and the twittering little pussies ate available to you. Especially in this day and age, when sexual freedom is in vogue and everyone can do his, or her, thing."
"It sounds reasonable, but are you talking from experience or hearsay?"
"Both," she replied. "Tom, I was fucking when I was thirteen, and it didn't make the least bit of difference to me if the dude behind the cock was six or sixty as long as it was big and satisfied me. The kids of today scream that there's no communication between them and their parents, especially their fathers. So an older man represents the father image, and the greatest communication between two people is sexual intercourse."
"You sound like a psychiatrist talking," he remarked, surprised at her clinical evaluation.
"I should," she said. "I went to a shrink for four years. I wanted to know why I liked to fuck older men, among other things."
"I'm not well-versed on the machinations of the mind. I've always been content to teach kids science and let others take care of their egos and ids. Perhaps what you say is true."
"I know it's true. If little girls turn you on, then don't be a schmuck-stick it to them. Don't tear your insides out with bullshit morality. Life's too short for that crap! Grab all the goodies while you can, because there ain't too many offered. You should know that a hell of a lot better than me." Everything that Judy said made sense, and he knew it. And he also knew that she was telling him what he subconsciously wanted to hear. He needed someone to tell him it was all right, that he wouldn't be committing some heinous crime if he took sexual advantage of a teenager's tight twat.
When Judy left that night he still had some reservations, but he knew that if Annie again presented him with the opportunity, he would take it. But about one thing he was adamant; he would not make the initial move. If he was going to have sexual intercourse with puberty, the little darlings would have to initiate it. He would contribute but not instigate.
American Airlines, flight 328 was on time and taxiing into its unloading station as Tom paced nervously in the waiting area. The agony of anticipation was over, and in a few short minutes Vivian would be coming into view.
And now a new anxiousness took him over. Did she still love him? Would she rush to his arms, or greet him casually? Would he be able to make her summer a happy and memorable one? If, but, why, how, when, where-questions raced through his mind, torturing him.
He squinted for a moment, unsure if the beautiful young redhead wearing a brightly colored pants suit was Vivian. And then he knew. She smiled a bright, warming smile. She squealed happily from behind the railing, "Daddy! Daddy!" and ran to him, her arms outstretched.
Long before he enfolded her in a bearish hug his eyes were misty. Her arms grabbed him around the neck and squeezed. Her lips found his and they kissed long and hard, and all of Tom's agonizing questions were answered in that blissfully exciting moment.
They walked hand in hand through the long tunnel to the baggage area. Vivian chattering endlessly about the past five years and how much she had missed him, and about all the wonderfully crazy things they used to do when she was a child.
It wasn't until then, until she reminisced about her childhood, that he took another look at her and realized that she wasn't a child any more. She was fully developed and a ravishing beauty one that would turn any man's head. Even his, he wondered, as he felt an uneasy twinge in his groin? He dismissed the thought as ridiculous.
As they drove along the Santa Monica freeway toward the valley he delineated the plans he had made for her stay with him. There would be a trip to Las Vegas, to Tijuana, to San Francisco, and weekly visits to Hollywood Park racetrack. Days at the beach and nights in the finest restaurants.
"But I don't want to restrict you to only my company," he said. "If you meet someone you'd like to go out with, don't feel that you have to stay with me."
"Thank you, Daddy, but I want to spend most of my time with you." She moved closer to him and kissed him on the cheek. As they sped along the freeway her hand rested on his thigh, and he felt a surge of blood rushing into his penis, making it snake along his leg.
It was only the excitement of their reunion and nothing else, he assured himself and concentrated on the road.
"Oh, it's lovely, Daddy," she squealed happily when she saw how painstakingly he had decorated the room that she would be using. "Do you really like it?" he asked.
"I love it! I really do! she squeaked and threw her arms around his neck. They kissed, her vibrant body clinging to his like wallpaper.
The feel of her was tantalizing, stimulating, and extremely disturbing because she was his daughter, his own flesh and blood. He had given her life, and now when she was in his arms he could feel the blood pulse into his cock, just as it did when he thought of little pussies and saw Annie's twat.
He was ashamed and guilt-ridden when he sat on the bed and watched her unpack.
"Daddy," she said. "Let's stay home tonight-just the two of us. I'll make dinner and we'll eat by candlelight. Okay?"
"Okay, honey. Whatever you want to do is okay with me. It's your vacation, and I want it to be the greatest one you've ever had."
They relaxed and talked the rest of the day, with Vivian wearing only hot pants and a sweater that ended just below her breasts. And try as he might, he couldn't keep his eyes from straying to her tits, crotch and ass.
He was relieved when she went into the kitchen to prepare dinner while he went out to buy a bottle of cold duck. All the way to the store and back the image of Vivian's luscious body paraded before him, taunting his libido and his penis until he was ready to beat the walls in maddened confusion.
Before returning to the apartment he walked for a few minutes, trying to calm his frayed nerves.
Vivian had pillows set about the coffee table and soft music playing when Tom finally decided he was able to cope with the sensual stimulation that his daughter exuded.
"Do you mind sitting on pillows and eating from the coffee table?" she asked. "It's so much cozier like that."
"Of course not, baby," he answered.
Vivian had prepared a salad and steak, with rice and sliced tomatoes on the side. It was no culinary delight, but it suited Tom.
With only the candles for light, soft music permeating the room and Vivian across from him, Tom was at peace with the world a happy man.
When they had finished dinner, they danced. It was a mistake, and Tom realized it when he felt her firm body next to his and his phallus begin to react. Even more erotically stimulating were the times when he inadvertently felt the side of her breast. The firm, full bulge of her tit sent showers of exquisite tremors into his loins, and he had to stop dancing when his cock jerked fitfully behind his fly.
It was mutually decided to call it an evening at midnight. The exciting day and the cold duck had taken their toll on them. Tom kissed Vivian goodnight and they went to their respective rooms.
Tom's prick was still semi-hard as he undressed. He may have put Vivian's desirability from his mind, but his cock still partially smoldered with the memory. He was in the nude and ready to go into the bathroom to shower when Vivian, accustomed to the sexual freedom in New York, entered his bedroom without knocking, clad only in her panties.
She stopped abruptly when she saw her father naked. He quickly snatched up his shirt and held it to his crotch, but not before she saw the seven inches of semi-hard meat dangling between his legs.
"I'm sorry, Daddy. I should have knocked first," she said, her apology almost casual.
"That's all right, honey. You've seen me in the nude before," he replied with an embarrassed smile. She had seen him in the nude before, but when she was a baby.
"You forgot to put towels in my bathroom, Daddy," she said, explaining why she was in his room. All this time she made no attempt to cover herself, and Tom was being battered by a libidinous assault as he looked at her glorious tits.
"Oh," he said stupidly, and tried to hide the stiffly waving pole at his crotch. "The linen closet's just outside your door. "
"Okay," she said with a smile. "Goodnight." She whirled around and left the room.
After showering she lay in bed, the image of her father's penis projected on the screen of her mind. She had seen it semi-hard, hanging seven inches below his balls, and she wondered how large it grew when it was hard.
She remembered hearing her mother say that she had only come across one man who was bigger than Tom, and he was a fag. The thought intrigued and stimulated her. She was beginning to feel that burning itch in her pussy, that uneasy twitching feeling that always preceded sex, and she wondered: should she? Did she dare try and seduce her own father? If she made an overt move and he rejected it, would he send her back to New York and tell her mother?
While she weighed her chances of success or failure, contradicting thought occurred to her. Her mother had told her that the reason for their divorce was sexual. Her father could longer have an erection. Vivian reflected back on the day and remembered five separate occasions when she had seen a bulge at her father's crotch, and she had three times felt a stiffness while they danced. And before, when she had entered his bedroom, he was semi-hard, and by the time she left, she noticed that he held the shirt away from him, obviously to disguise his hard-on.
Nothing of what she had observed indicated that her father couldn't get an erection; on the contrary, he got hard easily. And she was the only stimulation that he had encountered all the time she was with him.
She smiled evilly. He found her sexually stimulating. She gave him a hard-on. Her pussy was getting more and more agitated as she thought about it. And the more she thought about it, the more she liked her chances for success.
By now her mind was alive with curiosity and her pussy was burning with lust. She had to find out how big his cock was. She had to have a cock in her. She had to try-come anger or rejection-she had to try!
She got out of bed and covered her nude body with a flimsy peignoir.
As she tiptoed toward his room Tom was lying awake, his thoughts running a parallel course with his daughter's. The sight of her gorgeous tits had almost made him forget that she was his daughter. He had come perilously close to throwing the covering shirt aside and running to her with his enormous cock swinging wildly. And he knew that once she was in his arms and his throbbing prick contacted her firm flesh, he would have carried her to the bed and not stopped until he had buried his monster in her tight, teenage pussy.
His forehead was damp with perspiration when his door opened and Vivian entered the room. She cut across the silvery ray of moonlight, and he could see her voluptuous figure silhouetted through her gown.
It was unnerving. He held his breath and pretended to be asleep, hoping that she would leave so he wouldn't have to be faced with the exciting temptation that she presented.
He heard her breath as she looked at him, and then he heard her soft voice whisper, "Daddy, Daddy-are you asleep?"
He had always found that question incongruous when he heard it in movies. What did the questioner expect, he had always wondered. Did she expect him to say, "Yes, I'm asleep." The thought almost made him laugh, but he stifled it.
She put her hand to his shoulder and shook him gently. "Daddy, Daddy."
He could no longer ignore her. She might have some problem, and he had to help her if he could. He turned to his back and looked at her.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I'm restless. Can I sleep with you?" she asked, her voice whispery and sounding as though she had been awakened by a nightmare. He remembered back to when she was much younger and her nights were fraught with nightmares. She had always crept into bed with him, cuddling up to him for security.
He said, "Sure, baby," and was immediately sorry that he had when she slipped out of her peignoir and crawled nakedly into bed.
She cuddled up to him, just as she had when she was a small child. But now it was different. Now he could feel the curly red pubes at her crotch and the heat of her snug pussy on his thigh. He could feel the pressure of her pert tits as they mashed against his side. And most horrifying of all, he could feel the blood rushing into his phallus, pumping it up to hardness.
"I love you, Daddy," she purred in his ear as her hand moved to his belly and her fingers described tiny circles on the flesh.
"Oh, my God," his fevered brain thought. "She's my daughter. Don't let it happen! Don't let it happen!"
After his talk with Judy, he had definitely decided that he would flick any little girl who presented her twat to him, but he hadn't expected that his own daughter would be the first.
"I love you, too, honey," he said, hoping that she would let it go at that and fall asleep. It was a vain hope, predicated on the daughter he had known at ten years of age. He knew nothing of the sexual proclivity that she now had.
She kissed him gently on the neck, and sparks of delight skittered along his spine. Her tongue tickled his ear and her hand inched slowly toward his crotch where the ten-inch behemoth awaited.
Tom's libido was engaged in mortal combat with his morality, and the tide of battle was swinging in his libido's favor. She was rousing his passion, and he felt powerless to stop her. And if he could have probed his psyche, he would have found that he didn't want to.
Her crotch was moving slowly along his thigh when her fingertips reached the fringe of his curly forest and she put her lips to his. It was like putting a match to a fuse. His libido was lit and sent sizzling messages to his brain.
An agonized moan escaped his lips as he gave into his pounding emotions. His arm went around her back and snuggled her tightly as his tongue dashed into the breech of her partly open mouth.
She mewled excitedly as she sucked on his tongue and put her fingers around the base of his huge cock.
He wanted to protest, to stop her, but his words and action were immobilized by the overwhelming lust billowing in his groin. His hand moved toward her breast almost against his will. It was as though some outside force had taken possession of him and dictated his movements.
When his fingers contacted her silky smooth globe Vivian's body jerked in spastic response, and her prick-encircling fingers moved upward, following the thick pole to its helmeted cap.
She was fingering about his glans, determining its breadth as he enclosed her distended nipple between his thumb and forefinger. She pulled her mouth from his, her breath labored and hot.
"Oh, Daddy, you're so big!" Her evaluation was enthusiastic and erotic, but she also wondered if she would be able to accommodate that beautiful monster in her fifteen-year-old pussy. Mike, her stepfather, had eight inches, and she had no trouble devouring it. But her father's penis was half again as thick, and the crown felt like half an orange.
Again he wanted to stop her, knowing that the emotional road they were traveling had only one terminal-sexual intercourse, and he didn't want that to happen, he didn't want to fuck his daughter.
He wanted to stop her. His morality and his intellect told him that he should. But there were much stronger forces at work in his psyche, and he didn't stop her. Instead, he lovingly caressed her bright pink teats, luxuriating in their tantalizing feel. He pressured his thigh into the warm Vee at her thighs and moved his leg back and forth along the velvety line of her labial seam.
When he sucked her nipple into his mouth and feasted on its succulence, Vivian whimpered ecstatically, her hand whipping up and down on his massive rod as though beating on his balls with a pestle.
She kissed and laved his neck. She kissed and laved his shoulders. She kissed and laved about his excited teats. And when she lowered her oral attention to his belly, her nipple slipped from his mouth.
The tip of her tongue dipped into his belly-button and Tom knew that she was on the way to his phallus. His fifteen-year-old daughter was going to suck his cock, and-God have mercy on his soul-he was going to let her. He wanted her to.
She fondled his heavily laden balls and flittingly fingered along the ten-inch length of his mighty prick while she used the tip of her tongue to tickle his loins.
"Oh, baby, baby, baby!" he rasped, his legs trembling and his hips swaying like a tall palm in a gentle breeze.
When her tongue broke contact with his flesh he opened his eyes and saw her head rise and her mouth open.
"No, baby, noooo!" he gasped weakly as her lush lips enclosed the head of his cock. His tenuous protest changed to an ecstatic, "Oooooohhhh! " as she sucked lovingly on the mouth-filling glans.
Any moral reservation quickly dissipated before the onslaught of sensual tremors that Vivian gave him as she pulled more and more of the meaty projection into her torrid maw. The little girl was ravenous as she engorged six inches of rock-hard, raw flesh.
As her mouth slithered along the thick surface her fisted hand stroked rapidly over the four inches of uncovered base.
Tom was catapulted into the carnal heavens, his mind whirling in a frenzy and his libido running amok like an enraged beast. His legs, ass and belly were all convulsively twitching and his sperm was boiling, ready to spill from its container.
Vivian could feel her father's prick swelling with pre-climactic excitement as she moved closer to the tip, sucking more forcefully as she did.
"I'm ready to come, baby!" he squealed when he felt the first shivering shill of his seminal explosion. "Move away!"
He was paternally reluctant to deposit the seedy gusher in his daughter's mouth, but she ignored his warning. She thrilled with anticipation, anxiously waiting for the first delicious wad to splatter against the roof of her mouth while she rubbed her tightly squeezed thighs in opposite directions, coercing her salaciously aroused clit to trigger her orgasm to coincide with her father's.
When the vanguard of Tom's orgasm jetted into her mouth, her own climax erupted. They were both encompassed by a tidal wave of seething sensations, and as Vivian voraciously siphoned the jizm from her father's spasming tool she shuddered and convulsed in the throes of her own sexual completion.
The exquisite moments became a beautiful memory, and Vivian reluctantly left her father's cock, kissing wetly over his damp body until she reached his lips. And there she lingered, their tongues entwining in passionate embrace. One of his hands recaptured the beauty of her firm tit while the other cupped over the pliant hump of her ass, his index finger snuggling deep into the chasm to titillate her puckered asshole.
"Did you like it, Daddy?" she asked in a breathy whisper, her hot breath wafting like a gossamer feather over the sensitivity of his ear.
"I loved it, darling. And I love you."
"I love you, too, Daddy," she cooed softly. Her fingertips moved slowly about his chest along an unplanned path, leaving tingly sparks in their wake.
"And you taste so good. And you're so big."
Tom turned to his side and looked at the luscious breast in his hand, the pink nipple puffed up like a pastel-clad, strutting major-domo, and he couldn't resist the urge to suckle on it. His hot lips enclosed the rosy berry and he nibbled hungrily while he shifted his hand from her ass to her crotch.
With a rapturous squeal, Vivian moved her legs apart and invited her father to probe the secrets of her young twat. His trembling fingers followed the smooth hillocks of her labia, luxuriating in the silken feel of them which set him wondering if the chamber behind the adhering gates had the capacity to accept the enormous pole that throbbed at his crotch.
Vivian, humming and crooning lasciviously, returned her hand to the upright mast, squealing in joyous surprise, "Ooooohhhhh, Daddy, you're still hard!" She had heard so much of his phallic ineptness that she had come to believe that his penis was a useless hunk of meat, utilized solely for urine elimination.
It was no surprise to Tom. In the past week and a half he had become attuned to puberty and Vivian was the epitome of puberty. So, it only followed that she would keep him hard. He still hadn't indulged his newfound lust in the tight confines of a pubescent twat, but the scatological exciting moment was close at hand, and he didn't see, once he had savored the vibrance and vitality of teenage love, how his prurient craving would change. If anything, his wanton desires for fuzz-topped pussies would be more acute, and his resurrected phallus would always be ready.
His daughter's surprised exclamation instilled an esoteric smugness to his psyche because he knew that Nancy, his ex-wife, had probably told Vivian the reason for their divorce. And he hoped that when the summer was over, Vivian would go back to her mother with glowing reports of his ever-ready, lusting cock.
Putting the self-satisfying thoughts aside, he rubbed his finger lengthwise along Vivian's labial slit and wedged it into the snug opening. Once between the moistened petals, he pried them apart and probed the cream-lined flesh of her vulva.
Vivian whimpered and convoluted her ass in lazy circles, responding wantonly to the keen tremors that quivered in her groin. Coincidentally, her hand flagellated rhythmically over her father's heatedly pulsing shaft.
Her nerves were as taut and vibrant as stretched rubber bands when Tom slithered upward along her vulva and laid siege to her agonized clitoris.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" she shrieked in a high-pitched voice when he tugged her turgid node. He pummeled the red-faced little boy and goaded his erratically bucking daughter along the orgiastic trail.
"Yes, Daddy, yes, yes, yes!" she wailed hysterically, her perspiration-damp body beginning to arch. She was close, tissue-paper close to her orgasm, and Tom bit savagely on her teat and ferociously battered her beleaguered nubbin to bring it about.
"Mommy, Daddy, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed as though announcing the advent of a miracle. Her body arched grotesquely and shuddered with muscle-locked tension.
"Let it go, baby. Come, come, come!" Tom softly coaxed as the creamy manifestation of her climax coated his wildly active fingers.
He kept his fingers imbedded in his daughter's pussy as she slowly slipped from her body arc and settled onto the bed, her chest heaving with the strain of carnal upheaval. It was his intention to keep her at an emotional peak, and he did.
"Put it in me, Daddy!" she pleaded as soon as her ass touched the bed. "Please, Daddy, make love to me! I want to feel your beautiful peter in me! Please, please, please!"
He wanted to experience the heavenly sensation as much as she did, perhaps more. So without hesitation he moved into the saddle she created for him between her widespread legs, supporting the brunt of his weight on his knees and elbows.
Quickly, Vivian's hand wrapped around his cock just below the fist-like glans, and she guided it toward her prick-starved twat. As the purplish cap nosed into the giving pulp of her parted cunt-lips, Tom had second thoughts.
That was his daughter beneath him. A fifteen-year-old child to whom he had given life. He was about to stick his ten-inch lobber into her, and he didn't even know if she was a virgin. He could cause irreparable damage to her, both physically and mentally. What kind of a perverted animal was he?
He hesitated now, lost in the compelling dilemma.
Vivian sensed his anguish. She could feel it in his prick, she could feel it in the tensed muscles of his back and she could feel it in the erratic pounding of his heart.
"I'm not a virgin, Daddy. You won't hurt me," she whispered urgently, hoping to allay his obvious fears. "Take me. Make love to me! Please, Daddy, please."
In the deep recesses of his mind another voice spoke to him. "The kid wants you to fuck her, so fuck her!" It was Judy's advice returning to do battle with his intellect. "If little girls turn you on, then don't be a schmuck-stick it to them! Don't tear your insides out with bullshit morality! "
Tom groaned and tried to erase the insistent, nagging voice of his subconscious, but it kept repeating and repeating in his mind, like a haunting echo, "Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!"
It was no use. He wanted her urgently, passionately, hungrily, and he gave in to his lustful craving.
"All right, baby, all right," he sighed and his body relaxed and his mind focused on the needs of his libido.
Vivian crushed her mouth to his and sucked greedily on his tongue as he felt his bulbous cap nudge the delicate petals of her labia apart and nestle snugly into her vulva.
"Oooohhhh," she cooed erotically and took her hand from his partially imbedded tool. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist and waited for his monstrous weapon to plumb the depths of her cock-hungry cunt.
The moment that he had thought about for the past week-indulging his lust in the tight, hot depths of a teenage twat-was at the tip of his prick, and all he had to do was shove his hips forward.
Vivian was still sucking frantically on his tongue as his hands slid to her tautened ass and dug into the pliant cushions. With little effort he lifted her pert butt from the bed and exerted forward pressure. Slowly, his thick prod burrowed deeper and deeper into his daughter's tightly grabbing cunt-meat.
It was all that he had imagined and more. The way her narrow vagina hugged and molded to his slickened shaft was indescribably exciting. He had seven inches of the gigantic organ impacted in her contracting vaginal chamber and it felt as though velvety fingers were encircling his cock kneading it and pulling it further in.
He wasn't hurting her as he had feared he might. On the contrary, he was delivering ecstatic sensations to her. He could tell from the vibrations she sent up over his tongue as she hummed her salacious delirium.
He paused in his inward encroachment, wanting to give her suffocatingly tight pussy a chance to acclimate itself to his invading muscle. He could feel the thick staff distorting her vagina, spreading it abnormally, and he could feel the strain at the juncture of her thighs and torso as she strove to widen the path for the meaty alien.
Side to side and round and round he moved his hips, reaming her pubescent hole with his cock without penetrating any deeper.
She disengaged her mouth from his tongue and cried pitiably, "Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I've never felt this good before. Your cock feels so good in me, I want all of it! I want all of it!"
There were still three inches left beyond the slippery ring of her cunt-lips, and Tom sucked in his breath before he fed it into her churning maw. The breath exploded from his lungs as he lunged forward and sank all ten inches into her cunt.
"Eeeiiieeeiiieee!!" she wailed hysterically. She sounded like an undulating siren as she shrilly squealed her mournful tune.
Tom mistook her hysterical cry, thinking it was induced by pain, and he froze. "Am I hurting you, baby?" he asked, angry with himself for allowing his passion to overwhelm his paternal reluctance to hurt her.
"No, Daddy. No, no, no, no! It's beautiful. It's wonderful! Fuck me, fuck, fuck me!" she sobbed, her voice quivering with the exquisitely pulsating tremors that palpitated in her guts.
He sighed with relief and quickly forgot his self-anger and recrimination as he put his mouth to her upright tit and sucked savagely on her distended nipple. He began to move his hips back and forth, pistoning his prick with long, steady strokes.
"Oh, my God, my God!" Vivian squealed, her ass wiggling and humping in cadence with his metronomic tempo.
Tom tried to remember back to the day he had first fucked Nancy, when they were still madly, passionately and irrevocably in love. He tried to recall the feeling, to see if it compared with the impassioned bliss he now felt, and nowhere in his memory could he remember having felt the sensational, explosive, churning turmoil he was now feeling as he pumped his swollen penis into his daughter's teenage twat.
His strokes increased in rapidity. His lunges increased in ferocity. His wriggling and gyrating increased in uninhibited abandon. And his flaming passion increased to unbridled lust.
Vivian, too, was humping, convoluting, writhing and twisting in the throes of unleashed sensual fury, her heels pounding against her father's buttocks like the mallets beating out rowing strokes for galley slaves.
Their frenetic caterwauling harmonized into an orgiastic symphony, ricocheting off the walls of the bedroom. It was an orchestration of love and their bodies danced to the frenzied music, their movements choreographed by the frenetic lust in their groins.
"Daddy, Daddy, I'm going to come again! Come with me! Oh, Daddy, come with me!" Vivian screeched as her passion spiralled to a convulsive peak.
"Yes, baby, baby. Let it go! Come all over me!" Tom returned, the slippery bullets exiting his testes.
As the first spasming wad of sperm entered her vagina it was met by her lubricious flow. Again and again his cock jerked spastically to send another and yet another ball of love juice into her. Their copious flow mixed and became as one, an intermingling of their love, while they clung to each other, his prick solidly encased in the contorting snugness of her twat.
They traversed the golden skies of sexuality on the wings of love, oblivious to time and space. And they hovered in the carnal paradise for interminable minutes until their passion ebbed and their climactic reaction ceased.
When Tom's penis finally slipped from her sodden cunt-meat it felt as though part of her body were being removed, and she felt a void between her legs. She snuggled into his warmth and whispered, "I love you, Daddy," as she fell asleep.
Sleep didn't come as easily for Tom. He lay next to the beautiful nymphet, his mind unwilling to forget the exquisite experience. He had committed return to puberty incest with his fifteen-year-old daughter and, surprisingly, he felt no shame or guilt for having done it. It was one of the most memorable experiences of his life, and he knew that it was only the beginning. He had a summer of rapture ahead of him.
Vivian had proven, unequivocally, that he was entrapped by puberty. It was his fountain of youth panacea for his sexual ills, and he would drink his fill. Puberty was the end-all, the elixir of his life.
He needed it, wanted it, and meant to have all he could get.
CHAPTER FIVE
His alarm was set for eleven, allowing them enough time for a leisurely breakfast and a casual ride to Hollywood Park to place his bet on the daily double.
His eyes were closed as he reached for the buzzing alarm, and they were still closed when he reached the other way for his daughter. They snapped open when all he felt was an empty bed.
He threw the covers off and swung his feet over the edge, and just as he stood up, Vivian appeared in the doorway, a bright smile on her face.
"Good morning, sleepy head," she said, running to him. She put her arms around his naked body and kissed him warmly.
"Good morning, baby," he replied. "Did my little girl sleep well?"
"Like a baby."
She was already dressed and had been in the kitchen preparing breakfast when she heard the alarm go off.
"Breakfast is almost ready," she said. "I hope you still like four-minute eggs and very crisp bacon and light toast."
"You remembered," he remarked, thrilled that she would remember what he liked for breakfast.
"Can I shower first?"
"No," she replied, looking at her wristwatch. "The eggs will be ready in one minute."
He put on a robe and joined her for breakfast. They laughed. They chattered on and on about the past, the present and the future. It was light-hearted and warm and relaxed, as though there hadn't been a five-year break in their relationship. It was as though it was just another day in a continuing, unbroken string of days.
After breakfast Tom showered, shaved and dressed, and they were on their way to the race track. They arrived at one o'clock, and the lines were already long in front of the daily double windows. Vivian held onto his hand as they slowly inched their way to the cashier. He got his double tickets on the horses he liked and then, on a hunch, he got a one-five ticket, Vivian's age.
The horses were parading to the post for the first race when they took their reserved seats in the grandstand section.
"Daddy how does the daily double work?" she asked.
He showed her the one-five ticket. "This ticket covers the first and second races. In the first race, I have the number one horse to win. In the second race, I have the number five horse to win. And both of them must win for me to win. All the money that's bet on the daily double goes into a pool, and the people who hold tickets on the combination that wins get that money, divided equally, of course."
"How much does it pay?"
"If favorites come in, it doesn't pay a lot. But if two long shots come in, the payoff can be tremendous."
"Will one-five pay a lot? "
Tom looked at the tote board and smiled. "If these two horses come in, I'll take you on a shopping spree tomorrow."
"The horses are at the gate," the race caller announced.
The bell sounded and the horses were on their way, with Tom's first choice, the number seven horse, taking a five-length lead rounding the far turn. Coming into the stretch the horse was still leading by three lengths, but as the announcer called out, "Willy Boy is closing on the outside," Tom started to see his money going down the drain.
Vivian was screaming, "Come on, come on, one!" For a moment he was angry at her for screaming for the wrong horse, until he realized that he also had number one in the double, thanks to Vivian's age. And the horse was one of the longest shots on the board. He, too, began rooting the number one horse on to victory.
It was a blanket finish between the two horses, and they had to sweat out the photo.
They hugged and kissed when number one showed up in first place, paying the whopping price of ninety-six dollars for every two-dollar ticket on him.
"We win, Daddy, we win" she shrieked.
"Not yet, baby. We still have to root number five home in the second race."
They ambled around, watched a rerun of the first race on the closed-circuit monitor and had a Coke as they waited for the second race.
They returned to their seats, and as the horses warmed up Tom watched the tote board flash the double payoff for each horse in the race. The one-five combination would pay one thousand, two hundred ten dollars and forty cents.
"They're off!" the announcer called.
Their horse tried for the lead but couldn't get it and settled into the third position on the outside, three-quarters of a length behind the leaders.
Coming around the far turn the horse started falling back, and Tom felt that the race was over. "I think we've had it, honey."
"No, Daddy. He's going to win, you watch!" Tom did watch, and miraculously the horse started coming on again in the stretch. With a sixteenth of a mile left to the finish line, the number five horse was in the middle of the track and closing fast. Three horses crossed the line as one, but when the judges looked at the photo, number five was declared the winner.
Tom threw away the racing form and followed hunches the rest of the day. He didn't win any more races, but he didn't care. He and Vivian were having fun. They bet on long shots and laughed when the plugs finished far down the track. They ate hot dogs and drank Cokes and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.
On the way back from the track they stopped at Tracton's, a restaurant noted for its fine cuisine. They each had the combination plate of lobster r tails and steak. It wasn't nearly time to call it a night, so they stopped at the Comedy Store, a night club that offered impromptu acts, mostly young comedians seeking a showcase.
They had a late breakfast at an all-night Sunset Strip cafe and were finally on their way home at two-thirty in the morning. It had been a full and wonderful day and both of them were tired, but that didn't stop Vivian from seeking the comfort and security of her father's bed.
"Can I sleep with you again," she asked, standing nude beside his bed.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he answered, throwing the covers aside. He was also in the nude, and his massive cock was already hard.
Vivian looked at the upright rod and grinned. "Oh, Daddy, you were expecting me."
She kneeled on the bed and put her hand around the pulsing tool. She squeezed it gently but firmly, then leaned over and kissed the knobby cap.
"Did my baby have a good time?" he asked when she looked at him with a questioning expression on her face.
"I had a wonderful time. But I don't want it to end yet."
"It's not going to," he assured her. He took her hand and pulled her down beside him. He hadn't yet tasted the succulence of a young twat, and he could think of no better time to start and no one better to start with.
"I'm going to make love to you, darling-all over. Would you like that?"
"Oooohh," she purred, shivering as though icy fingers were running along her spine. "I'd love it. I'd love anything you'd do to me."
He laid her on her back and put the bedside lamp on. Then, putting his mouth to her neck, he began kissing lightly about her silken skin. When his tongue dipped into her ear, her skin was goose-pimpled and she was mewling in rising passion. He dragged his fingernails along her belly and made it quiver in response while the tip of his tongue danced about the ridges and crevices of her ear. His lips brushed lightly over her eyelids, nose, chin and cheeks, and then landed on her lips, his tongue darting into her mouth to engage hers in erotic combat.
It was tantalizingly stimulating, and Vivian reacted by pushing her crotch against his torrid cock. As she fondled the erect pole, Tom put his hand to her breast and tenderly massaged it, coaxing her rubbery nipple to tautness with his fingers.
She emitted soulful gasps as sensuous tremors invaded her libido and teasing sparks invaded her groin.
Tom left her mouth and laved wetly along her neck and over her shoulders, then followed the steep slope of her tit with the tip of his tongue until he came upon the wonderfully bright berry at the apex of her fleshy mountain. Before sucking it into his mouth he looked at it, lovingly appraising its beauty. In the dim light of the lamp it appeared to be a lonely little orphan, waiting anxiously for someone to adopt it.
Vivian sighed wantonly when he pulled the chubby nipple into his mouth and sucked it with tender loving care. His tongue lashed back and forth over it as his lips lapped her quarter-sized areola. It gave her the feeling of floating in a pond of warm water with gentle waves rocking her to and fro. As he orally attended her teat, he flattened his scathing cock along her side and frictioned it over her satiny skin. The torrid heat of it sent added stimuli to her libido, and her hips began to sway sensuously.
She was rapidly escalating to heated passion, and Tom was attuned to her needs. He slowly moved his fingers along her belly and, after titillating her navel, moved to the fiery feathers at her loins. He curled the silken tendrils and pressured the flesh that held them. His mouth bid a sad farewell to her breast and nibbled downward, coming to rest at the shallow pit in the middle of her belly. The tip of his tongue tickled her umbilical scar and his fingers slipped over the embankment of her venus mound to make erogenous contact with her labia.
It was erotic and maddening, and Vivian whimpered from the prurient impact. Her legs parted as she waited for his fingers to enter the cream-oozing chamber.
As his index finger wedged into the narrow opening he licked into her pubes, breathing deeply of the pungent aroma of her awakened passion. He slowly fucked his finger into her love-slot and blew his hot breath through her pubes.
When she was wheezing in licentious response, he grabbed her by the hips and turned her so her crotch would be directly in the lamp's light. Then he clamped his hands to her thighs and pushed her legs upward and out, exposing her glistening pussy to the dim rays. The sight was wildly stimulating as he looked at the bright pink of her vulva. He put his digits in the oozing slot and parted the lips of her vulva so he might see deeper into her vagina and visually savor the succulent meat.
"Oh, baby, baby, it's so beautiful. Not even Rembrandt could capture its heavenly perfection," Tom wheezed, his massive cock twitching heavily at his loins. m
"Are you going to eat me all up, Daddy?" she asked, her belly quivering from the relentless battering her libido was receiving.
"I'm going to have your darling little pussy for an appetizer, and I'm going to eat your pudgy clit for dessert."
"Ooohhh, Daddy, do it! Do it!" she squealed, her ass whipping about excitedly.
Tom kissed along her inner thighs from crotch to knee, his tongue painting delicate circles on the sensitive flesh while his fingers ministered to the spongy flesh of her vagina. The heady scent of her seeping twat wafted to his nostrils and titillated the sensate lining, and he could no longer delay his oral visit to the boiling cauldron. He put his lips to her elated pussy-lips and gingerly nipped at them, at the same time moving his fingers to the puckering rosette between the cushions of her ass. He fingered about the excited bunghole, testing the strength of her sphincter muscle, while the tip of his tongue followed the moist ridges of her tremulous labia.
Vivian moaned ecstatically and humped her hips in an oscillating motion, hoping to entice her father into the scalding trap she had prepared for him. She was offering him the bait of her nectar-filled pussy, and her libido was crying for him to take it.
He did. With an erotic moan he put his mouth in the welcoming pit and urgently sucked the pooled musk that had collected in the meaty folds of her vagina. The creamy ooze was bitter-sweet to his taste, and as he siphoned it into his greedy mouth his finger punched through the protection of the heavy muscle that guarded the entrance to her rectum.
Vivian's reaction to the dual insertion was violent. She flailed about with her ass and thrashed with her feet and her small fists pounded on the bed.
"Do me, Daddy, do me!" she urged, her breath surging from her mouth like tongues of flame.
Tom lapped toward the apex of her vulva, inexorably approaching her turgid clitoris. And the closer he came to the enraged nubbin the more furious became her reaction, so that by the time he captured the chubby node in his lips, Vivian was bouncing on the bed like a Mexican jumping bean.
He moved his lips in opposite directions and mashed her clit between them while his tongue whip lashed over the tip of it. His index finger continued to frenetically ream her anal passage, and the twin assault was rapidly impelling her toward explosion.
"Almost, almost. Just a little more, Daddy! " she shrieked, her fingers digging into her father's hair and pushing his mouth more snugly against her enraged clit.
He bared his teeth and clamped them over her beleaguered node tugging, biting and gnashing it until she was squirming so much that he had to hold her to keep her from bouncing off the bed.
"Now, Daddy, now! I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed hysterically, and the torrential flow of musk seemed to inundate the front of his face. He hungrily vacuumed in the climactic flood, swallowing the delicious cream as fast as it oozed from her vaginal walls. And he stayed in the contorting cavern until all the honey had been gathered. She was lying limply on her back when he finally pulled his come-glistening face from her pussy, her tits rising and falling with the steady rhythm of her breathing.
Tom lay on his back beside her, his throbbing cock rising in a rigid arc, its bulbous cap pounding with engorged blood. Vivian's eyes wandered to the spastically twitching shaft of solid muscle and her hand encased it, squeezing it firmly as it moved from the base to the cap and back. The monstrous monolith seemed to have a life of its own as she manually wandered over its circumference, and it seemed to plead for her to take some sexual action to relieve the agony that was coursing through it.
Tom lay back and watched as his wanton little girl got to her knees and straddled him, her back to him so he could see the deep crack of her ass and the smoothly defined ridges of her labia. She sat on his lower abdomen and wrapped both of her fists around his cock, slowly riding its length. She crouched over it and wetly kissed the knobby crown.
Tom couldn't resist the temptation of her ass and brazenly exposed twat, so he reached out with his finger and traced the deep gorge formed by her cheeks and across the soft flesh between her ass and pussy, then followed the pulpy ridges of her labia. Having completed the salacious tour he started back, ending up at her asshole, where he lightly drew digital circles.
Vivian raised up and moved her hot snatch to a position directly above the head of his cock. Then, rubbing the massive glans against her pussy-lips, she used it to force the petaled gates open. Once the moistened labia were parted, she inserted the dribbling nose into the opening and let it go. Bleating like a contented calf, she put her hands on Tom's thighs and wiggled her ass, slowly lowering her pussy over the impaling shaft as more and more of the meaty monster disappeared into the churning oven.
The wondrously tight condition of her teenage twat hadn't changed, and Tom once again felt the ecstatic sensations that had encompassed him the night before. He watched in an hypnotic trance as his ten-inch lobber was sucked into his daughter's torrid pussy. He was mesmerized by the ease with which she ensheathed him, sucking his thick cock into her young cunt as easily as she would put a piece of gum into her mouth.
When the pads of her ass rested on his pelvis and his pole had disappeared, she leaned forward and grabbed his ankles so her clit would press against the circumference of his cock. Then, squealing her erotic contentment, she swayed from side to side, forcing his imbedded penis to follow. It was an unnatural move for his prick, and it felt as though her vise like cunt was going to tear it loose from its moorings.
But he didn't care. The feeling was too sublime for him to protest the minor inconvenience. He clamped his fingers into her ass and kneaded the pliant flesh as she began an up-and-down movement along with the sideways action. It doubled their pleasure and their carnal excitement. She kept gradually increasing the speed of her humping ass as though controlled by a switch.
As the heavenly tremors became more and more pronounced and acute, Tom's eyes focused on her pinkish asshole, watching it bounce and convolute like an unwilling target. He joined the scatological movement, attuning his upward jolts to coincide with her downward thrusts. The timing was perfect, and the room resounded the dull slapping of meat on meat. At the end of each opposing lunge, his pelvic bone would grind into her ass and his cock-head would wedge into her cervix.
They screeched, shrieked and squealed in harmonious accord, each being overwhelmed by the glorious bursts of mind-jarring rapture. Vivian's long red hair flew wildly about like dancing flames.
Tom couldn't help but think of all the pleasure he had missed in the preceding years by not being aware of his latent compulsion. For years his teenage students had been subtly offering their tight pussies to him, and he had been too stupid and naive to accept the offer. Of course, it had never entered his mind that pubescent twats could be so maddeningly desirable, so exquisitely sensuous and so overwhelmingly stimulating.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Vivian suddenly howled. "I'm going to come again! I want you to come with me! Come with me, I'll hold back!"
"No, baby. Let it go! Cover my prick with your love. Let it go! Let it go!" he urged, humping his cock savagely into her frantically grasping cunt-meat.
"All right, Daddy, all right!" She wriggled and bucked and then, yowling like a maddened hyena, she shuddered in the throes of an overwhelming orgasm.
Tom allowed her a few precious moments to luxuriate in her titanic climax and then arched his body upward, lifting her from the bed. She whimpered lubriciously as she sunk fully onto his tool, the flaring cap lodged in the narrow neck of her cervix. He grabbed her by the hips and held her immobile while he whipped his ass from side to side and ground his swelling prod into her excitedly active cunt-meat. His erotic utterances were akin to animal growls as the cached seminal load boiled and bubbled in his balls.
"Can you come again, honey?" he asked as his milky seed began pushing past the restraining valves.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she answered urgently.
"Then let it go, darling. Let it go! We'll come together!"
"Yes, yes, yessssss!" she hissed.
Father and daughter, caught up in the emotional turmoil, shuddered as one, and came as one; each salaciously announcing their climaxes with wanton shrieks. He remained in his tensed arch and kept her immobile on his cock, allowing his anguished prick to spew its love deep into her constricting cunt.
When the spasms died and the heavenly rapture ebbed, Tom eased his back to the bed and Vivian laboriously lifted herself from his dying phallus.
She quickly snuggled up to him, her leg over his body and her crotch snuggled up against his thigh. They luxuriated in the hazy warmth of post sexual contentment and gave each other the security they needed.
As Vivian's face nuzzled into his neck, Tom thought about Annie's instructions the next night. She was scheduled to arrive at his apartment at seven-thirty, the lessons to last, as usual, for an hour and a half; plenty of time to plow the snug furrow between her thighs. Annie had given him ample clues that she was not only willing, but eager to have him make love to her. And now that he knew and appreciated the glories that puberty had to offer, he wouldn't disappoint her.
He had only one problem, and that was Vivian's presence. He had to get her out of the apartment during Annie's visit. He was sure that if he explained the situation to his daughter, she would willingly remain in her room, allowing him to freely vent his lust on Annie, but he wondered how Annie would react. Would Vivian's presence preclude sex because the young girl might be too embarrassed to indulge her sexual needs with someone else in the apartment? He had to assume that it would, and therefore he had to get Vivian out of the apartment for a few hours.
Vivian was already asleep, and he was much too drowsy to wrestle with the dilemma, so he put it off along with the light. A few moments later, he joined Vivian in restful slumber.
CHAPTER SIX
By noon, they were in Saks Fifth Avenue in Beverly Hills with Vivian collecting on her father's promise. She tried on pants suit after pants suit until she found one that did the most for her gorgeous figure.
Tom thought that her body did a hell of a lot more for the pants suit than it did for her body. Regardless, she was happy with the outfit and they left the exclusive department store and wandered along Wilshire boulevard, the next stop on their shopping itinerary being "I. Magnin", where she bought another pants suit, three pairs of shoes and a filmy shorty nightgown.
"That's to seduce you, Daddy," she whispered as the salesgirl boxed it.
"You haven't had any trouble seducing me so far," he reminded her.
"Well, just in case you get difficult I'll keep it handy."
"Thank you," the saleslady said as she handed Tom the packages. "And do pay us another visit."
"I think she'd like to see you in the nighty," Tom suggested. "Did you see the way she ate you up with her eyes?"
"That was nothing," Vivian said with a lecherous smile. "You should have seen her in the dressing room. When I was in my panties I thought she was going to drop to her knees and eat right through them."
They were still laughing when they got into the elevator and took it to street level.
"Hungry, baby?" he asked as they entered the bright sunshine.
"I could eat something light."
They went to a frilly, pink and white coffee shop on Beverly Drive and shared a club sandwich and milkshake. As they ate, a young man of twenty-three approached their table.
"Excuse me," he said in a very pleasant voice, a warm smile on his face. "Aren't you Mr. Bellamy?" Tom was surprised at being recognized in Beverly Hills, especially since he didn't recognize the young man. "Yes, I am."
"I'm Ted Peterson. I was in your chemistry class my senior year."
Tom looked closely at him, and a smile of recognition appeared on his face. "Of course," he said, extending his hand. "You're the one who got through the course with a minimum of effort. If I recall correctly you never did do any homework, and I couldn't fail you because you always passed the tests with the highest marks."
Ted chuckled warmly at Tom's total recall. "I confess. I'm the one."
Tom introduced him to Vivian and then invited him to join them. Ted happily accepted, anxious to get better acquainted with the young girl.
As soon as Ted sat down, Tom asked, "What are you doing now?"
"I'm in medical school."
"Still not studying and still at the top of the class?"
Ted laughed. "Becoming a doctor isn't as easy as passing chemistry, Mr. Bellamy. I study more than I have in the past, anyway."
From then on, Ted focused most of his attention on Vivian, questioning her about her visit and about New York, and they seemed compatible.
As they spoke, Tom wondered if the young man j might be interested enough in Vivian to ask her out for the evening. It would be fun for her, and it would clear the path for his expected sexual tryst that evening with Annie.
It was as though Tom had transferred his thoughts to Ted, for a moment after Tom thought how wonderfully opportune it would be if Ted asked her out for the evening, he did so.
Vivian wanted to accept, but she hesitated and looked at her father, who immediately saw her dilemma. He patted her hand and said, with a smile, "It's all right, honey. You go ahead if you want to."
"But," she said, starting to protest.
"No buts," he said, interrupting. "You can't spend all your time with an old fossil like me. Besides, I have a student coming to the apartment for instructions."
"Do you mean it?" she asked, wanting to make sure that he wasn't being merely paternal.
"Positive. In face, I insist."
Vivian smiled happily and turned to Ted. "I accept."
"I'll pick you up at seven-thirty."
Perfect, Tom thought. They would be leaving just as Annie arrived. If he had arranged it himself it couldn't have worked out any better. Ted left, and Tom and Vivian headed for the valley.
As Tom wended his way through Coldwater Canyon Vivian looked at him, wondering if he truly wanted her to go out with Ted, or if he was insisting that she go because he thought that she was becoming bored with his company and wanted to be in the company of younger people.
"Daddy," she began. "If I ask you a question, do you promise to answer truthfully?"
"Yes. Boy Scout's honor," he replied.
"Do you really want me to go out with Ted, or do you think I'm bored with you?"
"Bored with me?" he asked, smiling. "Hell, no. I just want you to make a comparison so you'll appreciate me more."
"You're not telling the truth, Daddy."
"All right. You want the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God?"
"Yes," she answered. "I'd feel a lot better if I didn't think that you were being self-sacrificing."
"Annie, the girl who is coming to the apartment for private tutoring, has been coming on strong, and tonight I want to find out just how strong her come-on is."
"And you want me out of the way."
"In a word, yes."
"How old is she?"
"Sixteen."
Vivian started laughing. "What's so funny?" he asked.
"You can make a comparison, too, and appreciate me more."
Tom put his hand to her crotch and lovingly patted the soft hump. "Darling, if I appreciated or loved you anymore than I already do it would be obscene."
"Oh, Daddy," she gushed and kissed him on the cheek.
Later that evening they showered together, then as Vivian dressed in one of her new pants suits, Tom, clad only in his pajama bottoms, sat on the bed watching her.
"It's almost seven-thirty. Aren't you going to get dressed?" Vivian asked.
"No. I want to make it as easy as possible for Annie to lead me down the garden path."
"Why, Daddy," she gasped, feigning surprise. "You're a dirty old man." And then she added, "And thank God for that."
"Amen," he replied reverently.
The door bell rang and he quickly slipped into his hound's tooth lounging robe. "I wonder who's prey is more punctual, yours or mine."
"I'll bet ten cents it's Ted," she called after him.
"You have a bet," he shouted back.
Annie's face was wreathed in a beaming smile when he opened the door.
"Hello, Mr. Bellamy," she said.
"Hello, Annie." He watched her shapely ass return to puberty sway lazily as she walked into the room. She was wearing a jersey miniskirt, and he could tell that she was pantyless from the way the material sneaked into the crack of her ass. And she never wore a brassiere, so he knew that she was prepared for the eventuality that he might finally make a sexual move. All that stood in the way of her complete nudity was her jersey dress, and one pull on the long zipper at the back would remove that obstacle.
"Did your daughter arrive all right?" she asked. "Yes, she did," he answered. "She's in the bedroom dressing."
"She is?" Annie asked, a definite note of disappointment in her voice.
"She's getting ready for her date."
"Oh, she is?" Annie said turning to face Tom with a relieved smile on her pretty face.
Vivian appeared from the bedroom and Tom introduced the girls and saw that there was an immediate rapport between them. The doorbell interrupted their animated conversation, and Tom answered it.
"Why don't we get together," Annie suggested as Vivian and Ted walked toward the exit, Tom close behind.
When they reached the door, Vivian put her arms around her father's neck and kissed him on the cheek. And as she did, she whispered in his ear. "Good luck, Daddy. I think you picked a winner."
"Have a good time," Tom said and closed the door as the young people walked out. Annie already had her shoes kicked off and was sitting on the sofa, her legs tucked under her ass, when Tom sat close to her. Before saying anything, he saw the shiny pink of her twat peeking out from under the hem of her dress, and his cock stirred excitedly.
His libido tremored eagerly but his mind floundered. Now that Annie was there, her luscious pussy exposed to his covetous gaze, he was at a loss as to how to begin. All his fantasizing and plans went for naught when he looked at the delightful twat and then at the smiling face above it. He became acutely aware of their age difference. She was sixteen years old and he was fifty-five, and it suddenly seemed to him that never the twain could meet. With Vivian it was different. She had taken the initiative, she had come to him in the nude and, for all intents and purposes, had seduced him. Not that he hadn't submitted willingly, but at least he hadn't made the first overture.
Now it was different. How does a fifty-five year-old man begin a love affair with a teenager? What could he do-say that he wanted her, needed her? It would sound ludicrous. And if he simply put his arm around her and kissed her while his hand went to her breast, his instinct might prove fallible, and he would learn that she didn't want him at all, that she was merely a cock-teaser. It was a dilemma that caused havoc in his brain but had no influence on his cock. It grew hard and ready, knowing only that a pubescent pussy was in close proximity.
"Vivian's very pretty," Annie said.
"Thank you, Annie," Tom replied. "So are you."
"I'm surprised, Mr. Bellamy."
"You are? At what? That an old fuddy-duddy like me would have a pretty daughter?"
"You're not an old fuddy-duddy, Mr. Bellamy," she protested. "I think you're very young looking and attractive. I'm surprised that you think I'm pretty. I didn't think you ever noticed me. I mean, other than as just another student." Annie spread her legs a little further apart as she spoke and allowed her skirt to hike up closer to her crotch. "It's difficult not to notice you, Annie."
Tom's eyes lowered to her tauntingly exposed pussy and he was almost positive that his instinct was right, that Annie's succulent twat was available to him, but he was hesitant to make the first move. Girls, he knew, were inherently exhibitionists, and if Annie was only trying to arouse him with no intentions of letting him relieve his arousal, he could be endangering his future.
"Is that bad, Mr. Bellamy?"
"Not as long as it isn't a game. There are some men who become incensed when they notice and then are denied. Do you understand what I'm saying Annie?"
"Yes. But I'm not a tease," she assured him. "No?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. "What would you call the way you sit in class? What would you call the way you sit on the sofa, the way you're sitting now?"
Annie never looked down to see the way she was sitting. She knew, and she didn't cover up. She remained with her pink twat exposed. "I repeat, Mr. Bellamy, I'm not a tease."
If Tom interpreted her correctly, she was telling him to help himself. But he was still hesitant, he still had to be more thoroughly convinced.
"The other night you kissed me and ran away before I could react. Isn't that being a tease?"
"I didn't want to leave, but I had to. My mother was waiting in her car."
"You knew she would be waiting. She always picks you up," Tom reminded her.
"Not always. Not tonight. I told her you would bring me home," Annie said and moved closer to him. "So if you want, you can react to that kiss." That was it. He was convinced and so was his phallus. The ten-inch organ ballooned to its full length as Annie lifted her face, closed her eyes and offered her lush lips to him. He put his hands to her face and framed its beauty while his mind careened crazily, almost unable to cope with the maddening sensations that walloped him in the guts. Annie was the epitome of blossoming puberty, sixteen years of perfectly molded beauty, and she was offering herself to him, a fifty-five-year-old man who had only in the past two weeks discovered that puberty invigorated him, stimulated him, made him feel young again and resurrected his penis, which had been almost totally useless for the past ten years.
He put his lips lightly to hers and the soft contact created crackling sparks. Annie squeaked in a burst of erotic arousal and put her arms around his neck, her tongue forcing its way into his mouth. Tom could no longer restrain his wanton ardor, nor did he want to. His hands fell from her face to her soft shoulders and then to her breasts.
The solid mounds of flesh almost leaped up to meet his fingers as they began to knead and massage them. Through the jersey of her dress, Tom could feel the delightful nipples begin to swell up like miniature pricks.
Annie's tongue was slipping and sliding about in his mouth, searching and licking, probing and delving, ringing around and around his tongue as though seeking some warm, dark place to hide.
And as he caressed her wondrous tits her hands wandered slowly down his body, untying the sash that held his robe together as they went. She fingered along his naked flesh, and when she reached the top of his pajama bottoms Tom cast the robe aside.
Her hands lowered still more, and Tom knew that in fleeting moments she would make contact with the monstrous phallus that raged stiffly at his groin. The anticipation of the meeting was sublime, and Tom's belly was quivering convulsively as her fingertips moved like butterfly wings over his lower abdomen. He frantically attended her distended nipples and sucked frenetically on her tongue while he waited, waited, waited for her electrically charged fingers to close about his throbbing cock. And then the long wait was over, and he gasped in blissful rapture as her long, slender fingers encircled his thick pole and lovingly stroked its length through the linen material of his pajamas.
The long, hard feel of it was as erotically stimulating to her as it was to him, and she pulled her mouth from his, mewling like a kitten.
"Oh, Mr. Bellamy," she purred, her voice sounding like it was coming from an echo chamber.
"I knew it would be like this. So big, so hard, so suckable."
It was incongruous to Tom. His cock was big and hard because she was pulling on it, making it so. And she did it so easily because she was sixteen. She was showing him the respect that a man of fifty-five deserved. She stroked his cock, pulled his cock, and still called him Mr. Bellamy.
"Can I suck it, Mr. Bellamy?" she asked, her eyes pleading.
He wanted to scream at the top of his voice, "Yes," but after she had called him Mr. Bellamy, he thought it would be too undignified. "Of course you can, Annie. I'd like it very much."
He had managed to keep his voice under control, but his libido was prancing crazily and his guts were knotting with desire. As Annie slipped off the sofa and knelt between his legs, he slid his body lower and straightened them.
The cock-hungry sixteen-year-old hooked her fingers into the top of his pajamas and lowered them. When she reached his ass, he rose so she might easily get them past the obstacle. She raised the front upward so it would clear his huge, upright mast, and then she was free to slip them easily to the floor. He kicked them aside as she put both of her hands around the heavily swaying shaft, her tongue licking hungrily along her lower lip.
"So big. So pretty," she gushed, her chest heaving. Her eyes focused on the bulbous cap and she moved her mouth closer to it, her tongue still laving her lips.
Tom could feel her hot breath wafting over the flaring surface of his glans, and he waited with frenzied anxiety as she opened her mouth and depressed his cock forward, the pulsing tip within an inch of her gaping orifice.
It looked like a submarine cautiously heading into its berth. When her lips enclosed the fist-like crown Tom was unable to suppress his pleasure. "Ooooohhhh, Annie, Annie!" he gasped. "Suck it, honey. Suck it good!"
The little girl was thrilled that she was delivering so much pleasure to her fifty-five-year-old teacher, and she sank her hot mouth lower on the thick pole. More and more of the meaty extension disappeared into her greedily sucking maw, Tom was writhing and wriggling and humping his hips, inundated by a sea of traumatic palpitations.
Annie loved it, adored it, and she desperately tried to envelope the entire length of Tom's phallus. When she felt herself gagging she stopped and sucked lovingly on the entrapped portion, and then she tried again. By that method, she managed to pull all but one inch of the titanic weapon into her mouth, and on those precious inches she lavished her oral attention. She sucked and nibbled and laved with her tongue, while her fingers taunted his scrotum and tickled his asshole.
Tom was a whining, blubbery mass of shuddering flesh from her intense fellation activity, and his sperm was battering at its testicled confinement, bellowing to escape.
"Just a little more! You've almost got the load, Annie!" he shrieked. "Suck it, suck it, Annie! Suck, suck, suck, suck, suck, suck!" He wantonly pumped his cock into her voraciously suctioning mouth with the same staccato tempo that he used to shout out the urging words.
And suck she did! When she felt the first seedy pellet squirt into her mouth she gobbled in the nine inches she could accommodate and imprisoned it, letting the milky gusher splatter directly into her throat. It wasn't until the last spasm died that she moved to the tip of his prick and milked his rod to cull the .slippery beads from their hiding place in his urethra. When she was satisfied that she had gleaned all the available sperm, she kissed his prick and got onto the sofa.
She doubled up her legs in front of her and leaned her back against the arm, her eyes watching Tom's cock, ready to spring into action if it showed any sign of becoming soft.
Tom was momentarily exhausted, but there was little chance that his phallus would retreat to limpness because her glistening twat was brazenly taunting him from between her thighs. He was spent, but he wasn't through. She had done him, and he intended doing her as she had never been done before. She waited quietly, patiently biding the time until he moved to her and shoved that mammoth tool into her scathing, prick-strangling twat.
"Why don't you take your dress off?" he asked, when he felt his sexual strength returning.
"I want you to undress me, Mr. Bellamy," she replied, her eyes filled with the reflection of her pent-up lust.
She reminded him of his daughter; an insatiable nymphet who could fuck some unsuspecting man to death. She was sixteen going on forty-six; an artful, sexually wise woman in a vibrantly animated and seductive little girl's body.
"Why don't you call me Tom?" he suggested. "I think under the circumstances we can be less formal."
"Oh, I couldn't, Mr. Bellamy. I'd feel funny. You're my teacher. I could never call you by your first name. It would be disrespectful."
Tom searched her eyes to see if she was putting him on, and she wasn't. She was sincere. It was all right for her to suck his cock, but it wasn't all right for her to call him Tom. He couldn't reconcile the logic behind her thinking, but he was willing to go along with her. If he belabored the issue he might stifle her sexuality, and he sure as hell didn't want to do that.
His energy had returned, and he was ready to continue along the carnal path. "Stand up, Annie," he said, holding out his hand to her.
Annie stood up in front of him as he straightened up and sat on the edge of the sofa. He put his hands on her hips and pressed his cheek against her belly. As he slowly moved his face from side to side over her flat, firm middle, his hands slid under her dress and cupped over her ass, his fingers squeezing the pliant flesh.
She purred contentedly as his hands wandered over her skin, moving easily from her knees to her thighs, to her hips, to her ass, to the small of her back, and to her tits. He massaged and kneaded the full mammaries for a few moments and then started retracing his erotic path. When he reached the hem of her dress he reached behind her and pulled her zipper down. He slipped the dress from her shoulders and guided it to the floor, where it formed an unshaped heap. She kicked it aside.
Annie was tantalizing and voluptuous in the nude, and Tom leaned back so he could take in the entire picture. From her shimmering brown hair to the pale red of her manicured toenails she was absolutely breathtaking. Her full tits jutted in an arrogant arch. Her unblemished belly was punctuated by the shallow period of her belly button. Her hips were slightly flared, enough to promise a warm paradise between them. The brown hair at her pubic area was lustrous and formed a perfect triangle, the lower point of which was a guide of the treasure below. Her thighs and legs were molded to perfection and snugged together so that no light seeped through.
"You're beautiful, Annie," he whispered.
"Thank you, Mr. Bellamy."
He put his mouth to her navel and tongued the dainty pit while his hands moved upward and covered her tits. Then slowly, with his eyes closed, he wetly laved toward her breasts, the tip of his tongue feasting on the succulence of her young flesh. When he reached the undercurve of her pert mammaries he whipped his tongue about in a rapturous frenzy, then moved up the steep slope to her nipple. He let out a longing sigh as he enveloped the puffy berry at the apex of her creamy white mound, and his lips and tongue feasted salaciously.
Annie's head lay limply back, her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly to allow her whimpering moans to escape. Her entire body was being bombarded with tremulous tingles, and she knew that they were only the harbinger of the indescribable ecstasy yet to come.
Sated with the stimulating taste of her nipples, Tom left them and tongued his way over the middle and sides of her figure, and then dropped to his knees, moving to her rear. He kissed and sucked and lapped over the rounded humps of her ass as his fingers raced back and forth along the inner flesh of her thighs.
The tingles were becoming more acute, and Annie's legs were trembling slightly in prurient response. She moved her feet apart and offered a more readily accessible nesting place for Tom's active tongue.
"Bend over," he suggested in an urgent whisper.
Annie was only too eager to comply with the older man's wishes. The young boys with whom she had been sexually involved never put their faces-to the crack of her ass, and she was licentiously panting as she put her forearms on the sofa and isolated her lovely ass in mid-air.
Tom's tongue started at the shallow origin of her cheeky canyon and traveled the damp path, his fingers pulling her meaty cushions apart so he could traverse the chasm's floor. When the tip of his tongue wriggled about her puckering anus she whelped her pleasure and her belly shuddered spastically. He put his thumbs to the heavily muscled sphincter and pried it open. Then, stiffening his tongue, he burrowed past the wrinkled protection and tongue-fucked her rectum while his fingers laid siege to her moistened labia. He flittingly fingered along the pulpy ridges and then popped them open to the accompaniment of Annie's unceasing wails.
It wasn't merely tingles bombarding her guts by then, it was rocketing explosions; bursting, shattering, ricocheting detonations. And every nerve and fibre in her body was quaking in response.
His tongue exited her anus with a lewd slurp and Tom shouted hoarsely, "Bend over more!"
Annie grabbed her ankles, and Tom saw the delicate pink of her inner cunt-lips as her labia gaped open. And at the far end of her glistening vulva he saw the elated finger of her sensuality. It was like a miniature stalactite, shimmering with dripping dew.
He nibbled and licked the soft stretch of meat between her ass and pussy, then put his mouth in the dampness of her twat, his tongue slithering out to gather in the seeping musk.
"Get my clitty, Mr. Bellamy!" Annie pleaded, her ass gyrating in circles. "I'm so close, Mr. Bellamy, make me come!"
He reached for her pendulous tits with his hands at the same time that he reached for her turgid clit with his mouth, and as he savagely kneaded her breasts he clamped his teeth on her anguished node. His tongue whiplashed like a bullwhip, agitating and exciting the epicenter of her sensuality. He tugged and pulled it. He chewed and nibbled it. He gnashed and mashed it. And Annie was catapulted into a scatological orbit, her unleashed passion shooting like a rocket into lubricious space. The rampant sensations reached a peak and so did she.
"Mr. Bellamy! Oh, my God, Mr. Bellamy, I'm gonna come!" she screamed, her body tense and oscillating. "Ohhhhh, Oooohhhhoohhhhh, Misterrrr Bellameeeee! I'm coming! I'm comminnnngggg! "
Tom grabbed her quivering hips and held her cunt solidly on his face as he siphoned in the musky flow of her monumental orgasm. She continued climaxing again and again, a violent series that abraded and singed her raw nerves. Tom stayed in the convulsing cunt-meat, feasting regally on her honey.
Annie didn't think that the traumatic upheavals would ever stop, and she screamed and squealed uncontrollably as one after the other erupted in her guts. Finally, no longer able to tolerate the physically shattering quakes, she pleaded pitiably, "Please, Mr. Bellamy, please stop. I can't stand any more. I'm gonna faint. Please, please, Mr. Bellamy, let me rest. My pussy feels like there's a fire in it!"
Tom was loathe to leave the snug, delicious-tasting twat. But he didn't want an unconscious little girl on his hands, so he reluctantly took his hands from her hips and his mouth from her musk-spewing cunt and let her fall forward, her chest coming to rest on the sofa while from her hips down she sprawled flexuously on the floor. She put her face in the crook of her arms and breathed deeply, trying to replenish the energy that had been lost in her wild convulsions.
Tom sat on the sofa and looked at her wonderfully placid body, holding his stiffly erect cock in his hands and patiently waiting for her to ward off the post sexual euphoria that encompassed her. She was young and vital and appeared to be sexually insatiable, just as Vivian was, and he knew that she would soon be alert and ready for his aching penis.
"That was wonderful," she cooed, her voice strong and steady but soft and seductive with the passion that was returning to her loins. Her face remained on her arms, but her hand reached for Tom's rigid pole and gently fisted it.
"Ooohhh," she sighed. "You're still hard, Mr.
Bellamy." She didn't look up, but followed the length of his throbbing weapon to the tip, where she moved her thumb over the satiny surface, spreading the globular beads of lubricant into a shiny veneer.
"You shouldn't be surprised that I'm still hard, Annie. You have a way of instilling rigidity into a man's penis and keeping it there. All I have to do is look at your tantalizing body and my cock springs erect and I have an uncontrollable urge to shove it into your tight little pussy."
She looked up, a wickedly impish smile on her face. "Do you mean that, Mr. Bellamy? Do you really think I'm like that?"
"Doesn't that throbbing pole at my crotch answer your question?"
"Yes," she squealed happily and scrambled to her knees, kissing the elongated organ as soon as she was in position. "And do you really want to put it in me?"
"Kneel on the sofa and I'll let my cock speak for me," he answered.
"Okay," she shrieked and quickly knelt on the sofa, her arms resting on the back. She lowered her back into a depressed arch and her heart-shaped ass became the cynosure of Tom's lusting attention.
He got off the sofa and stepped behind her, his club-like lobber swaying inches from her butt.
"Are you going to do it doggie fashion, Mr. Bellamy?" she asked, her erotic interest stimulated by the thought.
"Yes, Annie," he replied. "Do you like it that way?"
"I never had it that way before," she admitted. "But I'm sure I'll love it. I'd love it anyway you wanted to do it, Mr. Bellamy."
Annie was suffering from a common malady found among teenage schoolgirls; teacher worship. And Tom was elated that she was. He fervently hoped that the rest of his girl students felt the same way. He had four more coming to him for private tutoring, and if they all felt the same way as Annie, he could look forward to a sexually memorable summer. Even if they didn't, he was sure that Annie and Vivian would supply all the vaginal exercise he would require.
He looked for a moment at her gorgeous rump and then moved in close, his mammoth rod slipping easily into the snug crease at the apex of her thighs. It rubbed along her dampened labia as the knobby ball at the tip poked into her belly.
She sighed softly as the seething heat of his bloated glans heated her taut skin and the thick circumference of his cock's torso agitated the sensitivity of her blushing cunt-petals. He moved his hips in a deliberate push-and-pull motion, preparing her teenage twat for his wanton invasion. He knew that in this position she would be the recipient of all ten inches of his thick prod, and that the outer perimeter would be riding on her clit. He used his hand to pressure his cock more forcefully against her pussy-lips, and he got the response he wanted.
Annie yowled lustfully and squeezed her thighs together, getting the most from his still-unsheathed pecker. Her passion became too incensed to be satisfied with the external abrasion, and she wantonly urged him to "Put it in! Mr. Bellamy, Put it in me! Stick your cock in me, Mr. Bellamy, and fuck my pussy. Fuck my pussy! Fuck my pussy!"
That was the response he waited for. He wanted her to plead for his prick. He wanted her tight cunt to be crying with unrelieved lust before he rammed it home. And then he would be sure that her underage twat would be ready for his monstrous tool.
He backed off slightly and guided his cock-head to her vaginal entrance, using his pointed cap to pry apart her adhering labia. Once he was solidly ensconced in the hot folds of her pussy-leaves, he let his prick go and grabbed her by the hips.
"Are you sure you can take me without pain?" he asked, allowing his concern to encroach on his passion.
"Yes! Yes!" she responded quickly. "My pussy's bigger than it looks."
"All right, Annie," he said, accepting her assurance. "Here I come, balls and all!"
He grunted loudly and shoved forward, but in spite of the slickly lubricated condition of her cunt, he was only able to penetrate four inches of her excruciatingly narrow passage. Her torrid twat was so tight it felt as though he were trying to burrow through soft, grabbing clay. The sodden meat molded to his prick and held it in a vise-like grip. It didn't seem possible that he wasn't hurting her, he was having such a difficult time knifing through the spongy meat.
"Am I hurting you, Annie?"
"No, Mr. Bellamy. It's the most wonderful feeling I've ever had," she answered.
She was telling the truth. He could tell from the absolute rapture in her voice and the way she erotically swayed her hips. He sucked in his breath and readied himself for another lunge at the obstinate glory-hole.
"Yaaahhhhh!" he bellowed and thrust powerfully forward, only to find that he had succeeded in imbedding only two more inches with his effort. The six inches that were already buried in her diabolically tight snatch were being treated to an ecstatic vaginal massage, and the sensations were sublimely exquisite. But Tom wanted all of his mighty prong in there, luxuriating in the meaty paradise that nestled between her thighs.
So did Annie. She pleaded and urged and cried for all of his thick cock. She wanted all ten inches of his pleasure-giving tool pistoning in her prick-starved cunt-meat. She wanted it and she meant to get it. She pushed backward, wiggling frantically from side to side, trying to coax his rod into her steaming pussy.
Tom saw that forceful lunges weren't going to do it, so he changed tactics. He worked his hips from side to side, reaming her contracting vagina as he eased in inch by inch, and he succeeded famously. A few delirious minutes passed and he was fully interred in her hungry cunt. He rested from the erotic exertion and then began to slowly piston his impaling rod.
Annie's cunt was totally filled with his raging mastodon, and she let out blood-curdling squeals as she bucked and flailed with her ass. It felt as though Tom had his arm encased in her cunt and his hand fisted, but there wasn't any pain, only unceasing, unrelenting delirium; a torrential outburst of rapturous tremors!
Tom was rutting and growling like an animal, his swollen limb battering in and out of her cunt like the trunk of an oak tree, the scalding radius rasping like bark on her blood-engorged clitoris. The sweat poured from his body and his muscles, unexercised for many years, ached with the frenetic activity, but he gritted his teeth, determined to bring about his and Annie's orgasms. He reached under her frantically writhing body and manually attacked her freely swinging tits, clawing and tearing at them with savage ferocity.
As far as Annie's carnal response was concerned, he was succeeding admirably. He was speeding her toward her climax with his furious, uninhibited pounding, and she countered his savagery with reciprocal animal lust. Her frenzied body was a gyrating blur; her hips, ass, belly, legs, and arms all whipping about in total abandon.
It was inevitable, and it happened with a blinding flash; a simultaneous eruption that made them both shudder and quiver uncontrollably. They were embroiled in an atomic explosion, and they clung to each other in mutual desperation as their love-juices flowed in lava-like rivers.
When the catastrophic deluge subsided they knew that they were finished for the night, and after waiting for interminable minutes they showered.
Tom dropped Annie off by her home an hour and a half after she had arrived at his apartment, but it seemed like an eternity to both of them.
Annie kissed him on the cheek and got out of the car, but before going into her house, she said, "Next time I'll do better, Mr. Bellamy.
Goodnight."
As he pulled away from the curb he pondered her last statement and hoped that she wasn't a girl of her word, because if she was, she would probably kill him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
About the time that Tom was taking Annie home, Vivian and Ted were starting their dessert. They were dining at Chadney's in the valley, and the entertainment was about to start.
The trio set up their instruments and were ready to play when Ted and Vivian finished dessert.
"Do you want to listen for a while?" he asked.
"Yes," she answered. "I'd like to."
Ted put his hand on her thigh as the trio opened their initial set with "Knock Three Times." When the group started their reprise, his pinky was brushing lightly in the crease formed by her leg and torso.
Vivian was aware of the proximity of his finger to her pussy, and she wrapped three times on the table, hoping that Ted would realize that she was signaling according to the song, "Knock three times if you want me, " because she wanted him.
For the moment, she wanted his hand in the warmth of her crotch.
It didn't happen. Ted either missed her intent or was taking his time, waiting for the opportune moment to initiate his sexual advance. She knew that he would eventually make a pass, but she was impatient, she wanted him to start now. She wanted to feel his tapered fingers appraising her crotch, preparing her for bigger and better things.
If he wouldn't be as aggressive as she wanted him to be, then she would take the bull by the horns, literally and figuratively, and show him the way to paradise.
She put her hand on his thigh, and a moment later she was kneading his flaccid penis. In a trice it grew to semi-hardness, and he looked at her, his head cocking to one side.
"Are you trying to tell me something?" he asked, his face a mask of innocence.
"Yes," she answered, an enigmatic smile on her face.
"I know," he said, his face brightening. "You don't like the music."
"Tell me," he began, his cock getting harder with each passing second, "do you like the meat whistle?"
"It's my favorite instrument," she replied and squeezed his prick to emphasize the truth of her statement.
"I don't know why we're wasting time listening to them when we could make beautiful music of our own," he said as he motioned for the check.
"I don't either," she agreed.
Ted paid the tab and shifted his cock to as inconspicuous a position as he could before getting up. They left the restaurant hand in hand, each of them anxious to get into the partial privacy of his car and even more anxious to get into the total privacy of his home in Laurel Canyon.
As soon as Ted pulled out of the parking lot Vivian was unzipping his fly and pulling out his semi-hard penis. She quickly stroked it to hardness.
She might be fifteen years old, he thought, but she wasn't waiting till she was any older to get all she could out of life.
"Does it break your concentration if I eat while you drive?" she asked.
"Not at all, " he answered. "It makes the driving more pleasurable." He depressed the six-way power button and moved the seat farther back so Vivian would have more room. He didn't want her to hit her head on the steering wheel if he should have to make a sudden stop.
Vivian leaned over his lap, her mouth hungering to partake of the meaty feast. Ted's cock was of normal length but it was unusually thick, and Vivian had to stretch her mouth abnormally wide to encompass the rubbery glans.
She knew that she wouldn't be able to engorge too much of the gross organ, so she concentrated her efforts on the smooth crown, her tongue coming into play as soon as her lips passed over the purplish ridge. She fluted her tongue and used the tip to delve into the unseeing pink eye at the apex of his cap. Her hand entered his pants and scooped his scrotum into the open, jostling and fondling the hairy sac while she ardently sucked the ball-like knob.
Ted hadn't counted on her expertise when he told her that she wouldn't interfere with his concentration. Twice, before he turned off Ventura Boulevard onto Laurel Canyon, he narrowly missed cars that slowed down in front of him. She was delivering groin-quaking tremors to him and he squirmed in ecstasy, allowing only a small portion of his mind to concentrate on the driving. As long as they were on a straight, wide street it was enough, but when he started up Laurel Canyon, a hilly, twisting road, he couldn't safely afford the luxury of Vivian's frenetically suctioning mouth.
He pulled to the side of the road and stopped.
Vivian looked up, a trace of spittle dribbling from her mouth. "Are we here already?" she asked, her voice reflecting the disappointment she felt. Ted's cock was excitingly savory, and she hated giving it up.
"No," he answered, resting his back against the door. "But I didn't count on you being such a great cocksucker. My insurance doesn't cover accidents caused by erotic driving while under the influence of fellatio. So either finish me off while we're parked here, or wait till we get to my pad."
Vivian giggled happily. It was a left-handed compliment, but it made her feel good that she was able to impair his normal reflexes with her mouth. She looked longingly at the fat pecker, trying to decide if she should wait or drag a load from his balls right then.
"Decisions, decisions, decisions," she sighed. Her hand continued stroking the obese prod as she thought. "Now!" she squeaked, thinking that she might as well have the salty load that was ready for delivery. By the time they reached his house, his testicles would have manufactured another batch.
"Okay, baby," Ted said agreeably. He relaxed, resting one arm on the back of the seat and the other across the wheel. He brought one of his legs onto the seat and put his other against the firewall.
Vivian swooped down on the turgid pole and quickly recaptured the pulsing glans. In her wanton exuberance she pulled another two inches of the bulging prick into her mouth and sucked j voraciously, eager to drag the sperm from him. The j thick three inches of muscular meat filled her mouth to capacity, but she loved it. Her cheeks hollowed to vacuum on the entrapped portion while her tongue lashed like a whip over the flaring surface of his wide cap and her hand whizzed up and down on the stem.
"Oh yeah, baby, get it!" he cried out, his ass whipping about as though he were being infused with an electrical charge. "Oh shit, fuck, leave my balls! I might want to use them again!"
It felt as though he had stuck his cock in a suction pump and the damned machine had gone haywire. Searing flames licked at his libido, molten lava flowed through his veins and white-hot pokers jabbed in his groin. He was ready to give up his seminal cache; rather, he wanted to give up his seedy load, for another few moments of her frantic suction would drive him through the roof of the car.
"Take it, baby, take it! Here it comes! I'm coming! I'm coming! And I don't think I'll ever stop!"
Vivian had swallowed many copious loads in her young life, but none so torrential as the river that geysered from Ted's overwrought prick. She was beginning to think that he was right, that he would never stop, but she had no complaints. She stayed attached to the spewing tool and hungrily gulped down the milky spurts as quick as they erupted from his urethra, all the while humming a salacious tune.
To her great disappointment, Ted's phallus finally stopped spasming and the delicious flow came to a quivering halt. She squeezed it avidly, wringing every succulent drop of sperm from his ductile canal, then she let it fall limply between his legs.
As she lay her head against the headrest, she asked, "How far is your pad from here?"
"Two miles," he answered, his eyelids at half-mast. "And you keep your distance until we get there. I want to be sure that the next time we're close I'm in a position to do something in self-defense."
Vivian giggled, and as Ted pulled away from the curb, he asked, "Do you believe in reincarnation?"
"I'm not sure. Why?"
"I do. And I think that you're a reincarnation of Cleopatra, Lucretia Borgia, Marie Antoinette and Madame Pompadour.
"You're not fifteen years old, you're two thousand! No one could learn to suck a cock like you do in less time."
Vivian laughed. "Maybe you're right. My mother told me that after she breast fed me, her nipple would always be sore. I love the taste of a cock. I adore sucking a cock. And I want to thank you."
"For what?" he asked.
"For your compliment. It's nice to know that I do it well. I guess it's a labor of love."
She reached for his crotch but he grabbed her by the wrist and moved her hand away. "I told you, keep your distance until we get to my pad."
A few minutes later Ted pulled into his two-car garage.
"Who's car is that?" Vivian asked, pointing to the blue Mark IV that was already parked there.
"Mort Lewis, my roommate."
"Maybe he's busy," Vivian said, thinking that perhaps they might be intruding on an intimate rendezvous.
"I'm sure he is," Ted replied casually. "But we have two bedrooms. Besides, we're both very liberal."
The way Ted used the word, she wasn't sure if I he meant that they shared intimacies or girlfriends, or both. But she suspected that she would soon find out. She had the feeling that she was walking into one of those hillside orgy pads that she had heard so much about, and the exciting thought stimulated her.
As they walked up the narrow wooden stairway Vivian asked, "Is Mort a medical student, too?"
"No," he answered. "Mort is a student of the occult, the unique, the bizarre. In a word, he is independently wealthy and is constantly seeking ' new ways to satisfy his hedonistic taste."
Vivian wasn't sure what hedonistic meant, but she was sure it had something to do with sex, especially so when she entered the large frame house. The living room was bathed in red and blue lights, soft, sensuously throbbing music permeated the room, and there were no chairs or sofas in sight. Only huge bean-bag chairs and overstuffed pillows were on the royal blue carpeting. The walls were hung with original oils, all of men and women in carnal poses.
In the dim light, Vivian could see the city sprawling in unplanned confusion, its arteries strung with glittering colored lights.
As she looked through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, thrilling to the beautiful view, Ted walked up behind her and put his arms around her slim waist, his hands cupping her braless tits.
"Oohh," she cooed and wiggled her ass into his crotch. When she reached back her hands came in contact with bare flesh. She turned and faced him.
Ted hadn't wasted a moment's time. While she was admiring the view, he had stripped to the buff.
"Do I have to undress myself?" she asked as her arms snaked around his waist. "Or are you going to do it?"
Her hands caressed his muscular buttocks as he put his lips to hers and kissed her. She felt him lowering the zipper to her top and snuggled her crotch against his rising penis. A moment later she was bare from the waist up. Then, as her bulbous breasts mashed against his broad chest, he unzipped her pants and dropped them to the floor.
He put his hands in her hair and asked, "Are you a natural redhead?"
"There's one sure way to find out."
Ted slipped to his knees, his face even with her crotch, and hooked his fingers into the top of her panties. He lowered them slowly, evenly, and when they moved below her hips he sighed aloud.
"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful! It looks as though you have a crackling, blazing fire there."
"I do," she replied. "But that's just the flames.
The real fire's just below."
"I'd better put it out." He put his face in the curly pubes and blew his breath through the lush, fiery forest.
From the side, they heard applause and looked in that direction. Mort and a stunning blonde, both of them in the nude, were clapping as they leaned against the wall.
"Bravo, bravo!" Mort shouted. "As lovely a tableau as I've ever seen."
Ted rose and made the introductions, and Vivian felt not the slightest embarrassment as she met his friends. Mort, who appeared to be in his mid-twenties, had sandy colored hair and light brown eyes. He also had a throbbing hard-on. Vivian was quick to note that his cock arched eight inches upward but was rather thin. It was the kind of prick that she could fully devour with her mouth.
Carol, Mort's blonde friend, was as natural as Vivian. She had just turned twenty and was as sexually oriented as Vivian. And she was built for sex like Vivian was; their bodies being almost alike except for one thing. Carol's breasts were much smaller and pear-shaped, her large areolae covering the entire summit.
"Can we help put out the fire?" Carol asked.
"The more firemen, the less chance of it spreading," Vivian answered.
Vivian wasn't sure who was going to do what to her as she felt herself being lowered to the deep-piled carpeting, but she knew without any doubt that she was going to have an orgasm, and that was all that mattered.
Once on her back, Mort kneeled on one side of her and Ted kneeled on the other, while Carol was kneeling between her legs. She knew then that the lovely blonde was going to eat her up, but she still wasn't sure what the men were going to do.
"Where's the central hot spot of the fire located?" Carol asked, lowering her voice to give it the timbre of supervision.
Mort and Ted each grabbed one of Vivian's legs and pulled up and out.
"There you are, captain, just approaching the forest," Ted reported.
Carol studied the gaping pink slot for a moment, and then, putting her finger over her pursed lips, she said, "I see. This requires the heavy equipment."
She bent over and put her face into the wide-open Vee and tongued about the periphery of Vivian's cunt-lips.
"Damn, damn!" Vivian whelped as a result of the chilling tremors that skipped along her spine.
Carol used her fingers to further spread Vivian's puffy petals and then shoved her tongue deeper into the fiery cauldron.
The men were no longer required to hold her legs apart because Vivian was doing it herself. They felt that they could be better utilized in other areas. They lay beside her, each of them tending one of her tits with his hand, while they sucked and laved and kissed about her neck and shoulders and face. They mashed and rolled and tweaked her nipples until the rosy berries were glowing with excitement, and then, as one, they moved their mouths to her teats, sucking in tandem like hungry twin babes.
Vivian was overwhelmed by the triple-tiered attention and, whimpering her lascivious appreciation, she reached for their cocks. Once she had the dissimilar poles in her fists, she urgently flagellated them.
Mort and Ted joined Vivian in her wailing song, their voices vibrating over her distended nipples.
Carol, too, was squealing in rapturous contentment, but her sounds were muffled in Vivian's cunt as she lapped hungrily in the seeping vagina. The musky ooze was dissipating and Carol tongued her way to the fleshy spigot that would unloose a more torrential flow. When her lips surrounded Vivian's enraged clit, the red-headed teenager's ass bucked. And when Carol tugged and chewed on the turgid node, Vivian's ass whipped around like an unattended pressure hose, and she screamed, "Give me a cock! I want to suck! I want to suck!"
Ted still hadn't gotten over the cock-sucking she had given him in the car, so he motioned for Mort to make the phallic sacrifice.
The sandy-haired young man was only too happy to comply. He let her delicious tit slip from his mouth and quickly squiggled into a position where Vivian had ready access to his angered weapon.
Vivian twisted her head to the side and in one greedy gulp pulled in the eight-inch organ, her teeth dragging lightly over the circumference as she vacuumed it in.
"Holy Christ!" Mort wailed. "She's a barracuda!"
Ted chuckled, remembering the mind-blowing sensations she had visited on his cock. He was satisfied for now to cannibalize her tits and enjoy the pleasure of her manual attention.
Carol was unaware of the sexuality going on above the hips. Her only concern was the taut vulval nipple in her mouth, and she savagely feasted on it, striving desperately to tap the well of Vivian's lust and unleash the lubricious flow of honey.
From an objective viewpoint it looked as though Ted, Mort and Carol were taking sexual advantage of the writhing teenager, but quite the contrary was true. Vivian was using them to quell the insatiable lust that inhabited her loins. She was doing what she wanted to do, what she loved to do-suck and be sucked. If there were only a gigantic cock in her ass, she would be even more sexually content.
Mort, for all his unique sexual experiences, couldn't resist Vivian's furiously attentive mouth, and he suffered through the same emotional upheaval that Ted had. And so it was as much a mental relief as a sexual relief when his prick exploded and poured its warm semen into Vivian's mouth. She slurped and gulped and the gushing sperm disappeared down her gullet.
Neither could Vivian resist the multiple sensations that the trio were giving her, and Mort's frenetic climax triggered her to an eruption. In the throes of her orgasm she masticated uncontrollably on Mort's prick, and he had to pull it from her mouth to keep it from being ground into pulp.
As Vivian writhed in her shuddering convulsions Carol gourmandized her cunt, lapping in the thickly flowing musk. She feasted on the epicurean delight, her tongue lashing wildly about Vivian's vaginal chamber, gathering in the bittersweet stream.
When the paroxysms had subsided, Ted was the only one who had the strength to sit up. He looked at his companions, their flexuous bodies sprawled in shapeless heaps. He knew what they were feeling and he envied them. He had almost deliberately stayed on the periphery of the erotically stimulating confrontation, and now he wished that he hadn't. He wished that he had indulged his lust as they had and was now luxuriating in sexual contentment.
He looked down at his crotch and sympathized with the lonely sentinel standing erectly at his post. He looked at Mort's crotch and saw his prick in limp repose, enjoying its well-earned rest.
He then looked at the girls, either of whom could offer a cozy nesting place for his thick penis. He needed a cold drink of water to quench the thirst that suddenly appeared in his throat, so he went into the kitchen, trying to make up his mind which of the two would vaginally attend his rigid root when he returned.
He returned to the living room decided, refreshed and ready to lay in Vivian's snug crotch, but as Robert Burns once observed in his poetry, "The best laid schemes o' mice and men gang aft a-gley," and Ted's plan had gang a-gley.
Vivian was between Carol's legs, her tongue laving along the blonde's inner thigh and moving inexorably toward her eagerly awaiting pussy.
Carol screeched, "Succcckkkkk, baby, suuccccckkkk!" as Vivian's mouth attached to her twat.
"Shit!" Ted muttered in frustration.
Mort lay idly to one side, content to be a voyeur for the time being. The phallic pummeling that Vivian had given him still reverberated in his guts and his cock hid limply between his legs.
Vivian dug her fingers into Carol's labia and pulled the spongy flesh apart, creating a gaping pit for her to invade. And invade she did, the whole front of her face disappearing into the steaming cavity. Her lips, teeth and tongue became intensely active, feeding animalistically on the seeping cunt-meat.
Orally, Vivian was unique, and in a very few moments she turned Carol into an emotional spastic, just as she had done to Ted and Mort.
Ted moved closer and watched, his passion rising as rapidly as Carol's, and his angered cock twitched fitfully. Bent over as she was, Vivian's plump rump jutted into the air like twin balloons and her puckered asshole flitted about like a bouncing ball.
Ted smiled. He wasn't long but he was thick, and he could raise more havoc in her ass than he could in her pussy. Maybe that way he could wreak his vengeance for the shelling that she had given his libido.
He stood in back of her , between her legs as she knelt on the carpet, and watched for a moment longer as her red hair cascaded over Carol's loins in her cunnilingual excitement. Then he turned his attention to Carol. The stunning blonde was a blithering blob. Her body was writhing and contorting grotesquely and her face was a mask of carnality, her mouth twisting jerkily with spittle dribbling from the corners and her eyes rolling dizzily in their sockets. From deep in her throat came a gurgling, rasping sound, as though she were breathing her last.
He dropped to his knees and put his hands on Vivian's ass, and with his palms he painted lazy circles over the smooth surface. Vivian wiggled her butt to show that she was aware of his presence and appreciated it. He dug his thumbs into either side of her deep crevice and made the cleavage wider. Her anal rosette twitched as though inflicted with a tic, and Ted put his mouth to it, his tongue jabbing at the tight opening, trying to force an entry.
Vivian was squealing in Carol's cunt, overcome with the joy she felt as Ted's tongue battered its way through the sphincter muscle and stealthily reamed her rectal passage. As he tongue-fucked her asshole she attacked Carol's clit, and the blonde shrieked like an out-of-tune siren.
Enough of abstinence, Ted thought, and pulled his tongue from the cozy nest it had found. It would bring a greater ecstasy to both of them if he used his harried cock instead. He raised up and lay his meaty lobber along the length of her canyon.
Vivian backed up against it, wiggling her ass from side to side.
He backed off and poked at her wrinkled orifice with the dribbling nose. He tried to ram it in, but her muscled protector thwarted his efforts. Again he called up the reserves and put his thumbs to the tightly locked entrance. He dug and pried and soon the reddish pit popped open. Holding it agape, he drove his cock-head into the fiery alley. Once solidly embedded in her anus he grabbed her by the hips, and letting out an animalistic growl he lunged forward, his ass-filling rod burying itself to the hilt.
Vivian felt as if the thick stump were splitting her in two, but the ecstasy was immeasurable. It seemed as if Ted had shoved a baseball bat in her ass and intended battering her intestines. But the slight pain that she endured was nothing compared to the delirious rapture that invaded her guts. And after Ted rocked the abnormally rotund phallus back and forth in her rectum the pain was gone, leaving her with nothing but prurient hysteria.
Although she was receiving sublime sensations in her ass, she didn't neglect the quivering cunt at her mouth. Indeed, she intensified her oral attack so Carol could reach her climax and allow Vivian to concentrate her attention on Ted's pistoning shaft.
Carol's orgasm was predestined for quick detonation, for when the teenage nymphet set her mind on matters sexual, she was irresistible.
"Cocksucker! Motherfucker! Cuntlapper!" Carol screamed. It was a clarion call announcing the advent of her climax. ''I'm commmminnnnnggggg!"
Vivian siphoned in the musky seepage and then, satisfied that she had gleaned all that she could from the vaginal walls, she left the spasming pit to direct all her lubricious attention to Ted's pounding penis.
She raised herself to her hands and knees and shouted wantonly, "Ram it home, Ted! Hump! Hump! Slam it! Drive it! Pump it! Fuck the shit out of me!"
Ted wasn't getting the vengeance he expected to get, but he was getting one of the best fucks he had ever experienced, and his revenge was lost in the inundating delirium that deluged his libido.
Mort was no longer lounging idly by. The orgiastic scene had aroused him to boiling passion, and his skinny prick danced excitedly at his crotch. He hungered to become part of the debauchery. He crawled to his rutting companions and looked licentiously into Vivian's eyes.
She grabbed his prick and jerked it forcefully. "Join the party," she suggested.
"How?" he asked, at a loss to see how he could fit into the bacchanalian activity. He was intent on plumbing her snug twat, and in their dog-like position he couldn't see how it could be done.
"Take your choice-oral, anal or vaginal-and then we'll figure it out."
The only ass available was Ted's, and he didn't want that. And once a night in Vivian's carnivorous mouth was enough.
"I want your pussy, honey."
"Double up one of those pillows and then lay on it." Vivian sounded like a queen ordering her slaves about.
Mort quickly did as she suggested. As he lay on the pillow, his cock tilting upward like a totem pole, Vivian pushed back against Ted's cock and held him immobile.
"Follow me, Ted," she cried. "And don't lose me."
He grabbed her by the hips and held himself deeply imbedded in her grasping ass. In tandem, they crawled to Mort and straddled his body; Vivian over his hips and Ted over his legs. She grabbed Mort's long rod and guided it into her honey-dripping pussy, pulling inch by inch into her hot cunt as she lowered herself over it. When he was fully encased, she yowled, "All right, let's fuck!"
And fuck they did! Both men matched their pistoning tempo to Vivian's wildly gyrating body, and they meshed into a smoothly running sex machine; a Rube Goldberg sexual contraption where A does to B and B does to C. Cock drove into ass and cock drove into cunt, and never did they miss a beat or lose their synchronized rhythm.
It was a furious, frantic, frenetic, flagellant orgy with lucky Vivian in the middle. They howled and screeched and whined as the steady rhythm swelled to a throbbing tempo, and Ted was the first to signal his impending orgasm with a wailing squeal.
His catastrophic explosion triggered a chain reaction. Vivian immediately followed his climactic lead with her own titanic outburst, and she, in turn, caused Mort to fulfill his phallic mission.
They emptied their guts in a shuddering frenzy and then collapsed into a flexuous heap.
Carol looked at Vivian, her cunt and ass still packed with limp pricks, and she thought that if that little fifteen-year-old child were set free to do as she pleased, she could fuck up the whole country.
CHAPTER EIGHT
It was five o'clock in the morning when Vivian crawled into bed with her father and snuggled her nude body into his.
"Hi, baby," he said sleepily. "Did you have a good time?"
"So-so," she answered. "Ted's very nice. He's intelligent, witty and good-looking." She stopped and let the sentence hang.
"But?" Tom questioned, knowing that something about the young man bothered her.
"But he doesn't compare to you."
"Then don't compare him to me," Tom suggested. "Judge him on his merits as an individual."
"I tried, but it didn't work."
"Hey, honey," he said, raising himself to his elbow. "Are we fostering an Electra complex?"
"What's that?" she asked.
"It's a term in psychiatry. It's when a daughter is attached to her father and hostile toward her mother."
"You're half right and half wrong," she replied. "I am attached to you and love you, but I also am attached to mommy and love her."
"That's healthy I think," he remarked with a smile. "Anyway, to get back to Ted and any other boy who takes you out, don't compare them to me."
"I can't help it, Daddy. You've spoiled me."
"Spoiled you?" he gasped in surprise. "How could I? I haven't seen you in five years, and now you've only been with me for a couple of days."
"One day would have been enough," she said. "This could spoil anyone." She wrapped her hand around his flaccid penis and jiggled it, indicating that she was referring to his ten-inch titan.
If his cock had spoiled her, he thought, then the reverse was also true. Her devastatingly tight pussy had spoiled him. And not only had she spoiled him, but she had proven conclusively that his prick wasn't dead, but needed the stimulus of puberty.
"All right, we've spoiled each other. But there are many men who are built as big as me and bigger, just as other teenagers are as tight as you."
"Then I'll just have to keep looking," she replied with a sigh.
Tom kissed her gently and said goodnight.
A few minutes of silence passed before Vivian spoke up. "Daddy, did you make out with Annie?"
"Yes," he admitted.
"Oh," Vivian sighed, and Tom sensed that something was bothering her. "Is she as tight as me?"
In the darkness, Tom smiled. Now he knew what disturbed his daughter; a touch of jealousy and a touch of ego.
"Yes, baby, she was," he answered. "But I love you, not her. A snug vagina is indigenous to puberty-all little girls have that one thing in common-that's what stimulates me. But not all little girls have my love, only you."
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, I love you so much!" gushed and threw her arms around his neck, squeezing with all her might.
"Now go to sleep, honey. It's late."
"All right," she said, her emotions riding a billowing crest. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
She cuddled up to him and fell asleep. He brushed the hair from her face and kissed her on the forehead. "Thanks, darling, for making my life worth living."
They awoke just before noon and Vivian scrambled out of bed, anxious to prepare breakfast for her father. The meal was interrupted first by Ted, who wanted to see her again. But she declined, saying that she had to spend some time with her father. She suggested that he call her in a week or two. The next call was from Nancy, her mother.
"It's Mommy," she squealed elatedly.
"Why don't you take it in the bedroom," he suggested.
Tom listened without saying anything as Vivian rushed to the extension. When he heard his daughter's voice, he hung up.
"Okay, Mommy. I'm on the extension."
"Hi, darling. How are you feeling?" Nancy asked.
"Wonderful. And I'm having a groovy time."
"That's good. Has your father changed much?"
"Not at all," Vivian answered, a definite touch of pride in her voice. "He's as handsome as ever."
Mike, her stepfather, got on the phone and they chatted warmly for a few minutes before Nancy got back on the wire.
"Mommy," Vivian began, her manner serious. "Do you remember why you and Daddy got a divorce?"
"That's a strange question, Viv. Of course I remember."
"I don't think the reason's there anymore."
"What are you talking about?" Nancy asked, unable to correlate what Vivian was saying with her divorce.
"Daddy doesn't have that problem anymore."
"He doesn't?" Nancy wasn't sure if they had the same problem in mind, so she was noncommittal.
"No. He gets hard right away. And you were right, Mommy, he is bigger than anyone in the whole world."
Nancy was stunned into silence for a minute, then she asked, "Have you been having sex with him?"
"Yes!" she blurted out happily. "And oh, Mommy, he's wonderful! I wish you and he would make up. We could be so happy together."
"What about Mike?" Nancy asked.
"I love Mike, but he's not my real father. He could visit us. Oh, Mommy, I know you'd love Daddy again."
"We'll see, honey. Maybe he can come to New York for a visit."
They spoke for ten more minutes, and then Vivian rejoined Tom in the kitchen.
"How's your mother?" he asked.
"She's fine. She says hello."
He smiled and acknowledged it.
"Daddy, do you still love Mommy?"
It was a painful question and he really didn't want to answer, so he placated her with, "I think of her quite often."
"Oh," was all she said, but Tom knew that he hadn't heard the last of the question. When his daughter had something in mind she didn't give up that easily, and he knew that she was brewing something up.
The telephone rang again.
"For you," he said as he handed her the instrument.
"Hi," Vivian bubbled. "Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know, let me find out." Vivian put her hand over the mouthpiece. "It's Annie Follmer. She has her brother's car and she wants to know if I can go to the beach with her."
"Of course. I have a student coming over this afternoon, so I'll be tied up till three anyway."
"I can go," she squealed. "Okay. I'll meet you downstairs in fifteen minutes."
Vivian wore only a skimpy bikini and carried a tote bag with the necessary accoutrements when she kissed her father good-bye.
"Don't forget we're going to the Huntington Hartford Theatre tonight, so be home in time to dress," Tom reminded her.
"Okay, Daddy. 'Bye."
He had a half-hour to kill before Angela Moffit was due for her tutoring in English literature. He sat by the window and sipped his coffee, his mind drifting into the past. He remembered how happy he and Nancy were before his sudden impotency, and he wondered if they could pick up the pieces and start over now that his limp penis was a thing of the past. Of course, he would have to think of teenage twats to sexually accomplish what she expected, but she didn't have to know that. If he could satisfy her relentless lust, everything else would fall into place. For, aside from sex, they were eminently compatible. And now they could even be compatible in that area.
The strident sound of his doorbell interrupted his thoughts. He looked at the ship's clock on the mantel and saw that Angela was two minutes early for her instructions. She was always two minutes early.
Tom was in his pajama bottoms, and he quickly put on a terry cloth robe before opening the door.
Angela Moffit, a classmate of Annie's, was fifteen and tall for her age. She had jet black hair and alabaster skin. She had small, pert titties the size of tennis balls, but they were the only part of her figure that were underdeveloped.
It was a warm day, and she wore cotton hot pants that rode low on her hips. Above, she wore a brightly colored halter that was tied together in the back with a bow. The entire middle of her body was exposed, and her dimpled bellybutton looked like a small eddy in the center of a sea of milk.
As Tom closed the door and she walked to the sofa, he watched the languid sway of her curved ass and thrilled at the sight of her lower buttocks peeking out from her pants.
By the time he sat on the sofa with her, his cock was pumping up. He had never thought of having sex with the raven-haired beauty before, but he did now. Any pretty girl in her teens was fair game, and Angela was definitely in her teens.
"Isn't your daughter here?" Angela asked.
"No. She went to the beach with Annie Follmer."
"Oh, I'm disappointed," she said. "I wanted to meet her."
"She'll be here for the summer," he pointed out.
"I'm sure you'll meet her."
He was engaging in the idle chit-chat but his mind was on other things, none of which had anything to do with schoolwork. He was preoccupied with her decidedly feminine attributes, and although his cock wasn't hard, he knew that the slightest provocation would goad it to erection.
"Did you read Lord Byron's Don Juan, as I suggested?"
"Yes," she answered.
"Well? What was your impression? What was he saying? What did you think of Don Juan, the man?"
"Oh, I don't know," she answered, obviously disinterested. "I guess he was pretty square."
"Who? Don Juan or Lord Byron?"
"Both. I'm sorry, Mr. Bellamy, but I just don't feel in the mood for Lord Byron."
"I suppose a day like today is more suited for the beach than romantic poets. Do you want to cancel today's instructions and do whatever you're in the mood for?"
"Uh-huh," she answered lazily.
"Okay. It's cancelled," he said with a smile. "I'll see you the day after tomorrow. In the meantime, you can read Lord Byron's Childe Harold's Pilgrimage."
Tom stood up, but Angela remained seated. "Okay, Mr. Bellamy. But do I have to leave now? Do you mind if I stay awhile?"
Since Tom had discovered the sensuality of youth, he had learned to recognize an opportunity when it presented itself. And Angela was definitely signaling with her eyes. And as he sat back down, he wondered what her mood was.
"I don't mind at all. Stay as long as you like."
The look in her eyes and the lazy manner in which she spoke was enough provocation, and his cock jerked erect. It poked upward in the looseness of his pajamas and made an obvious bulge at his crotch.
"Would you like a Coke?" he asked.
"I'd love one."
He got up and deliberately stood in front of her, the protrusion at his loins sticking out like a sudden rise on a flat plain.
"With ice?" he asked, watching closely for her reaction.
"Without ice, if it's cold," she answered, but she didn't look at him. Instead, her eyes were focused on the bulge; fascinated by the bulge.
He smiled. He knew her mood and he knew he would take advantage of it before she left the apartment.
When he returned with the glasses of Coke, her eyes still searched his crotch, hypnotized by the tented appearance.
"You seem to be a thousand miles away," he said.
Her stream of consciousness was broken and she looked up at him, a wistful look in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bellamy. I was thinking about something I heard," she replied. She took a sip of her Coke and broke eye contact with Tom.
He moved to her and put his arm over her shoulder. "It must have been something profound. Want to talk about it?"
"It wasn't profound, but I was impressed," she answered.
"Oh? I'm intrigued. I've always found that you're not impressed easily. Go on."
She put her glass on the coffee table, and as she was bent over, Tom dropped his hand to her back, his fingers resting on the bow that held her halter in place.
"Annie told me a story. Is it true?"
There was only one story that Annie could have told her that was worth repeating to him, but he wouldn't commit himself until he knew how Angela felt about it. Perhaps she was frightened of him now and wanted to cancel all future instructions. Or perhaps she was stimulated by the lurid story and wanted some of his ten-inch prick.
"I don't know what she told you," he answered. "So how can I say if it's true." As he waited for her to relate the story, his fingers attached to the loose end of the bow.
"She told me," Angela began, gulping once before continuing. "That you made love to her. And that it was wonderful."
Tom knew he was home free. If the story had been repugnant and perverted to her, she wouldn't have used the word, wonderful. Nor would she have allowed him to sit next to her and put his arm around her.
"She said that ... that," Angela continued hesitantly, and Tom used the break in her story to tug on the bow. It started slipping apart.
"She said that you were very big."
He moved his Ups close to her ear and asked in a whisper, "How big?" And at the same time he pulled the bow apart.
"About ten inches," she said breathily as the halter fell to her lap.
He looked at the creamy mounds as they pointed upward in mute arrogance, the beauty of the large areolae enhanced by the snow-white skin surrounding them.
"It's true," he replied softly. "But judge the last part for yourself."
He opened his robe and put her hand on his pajama-covered penis. She continued looking straight ahead, but her fist enclosed the stiff organ and tentatively moved along its length.
"Ooohhhh," she gasped. "It is!"
He put his hand to her cheek and turned her face to him. Her lids were half-closed and her Ups were parted. She was his to do with as he pleased, and he knew it. He felt a power that he had never felt before. It was exciting and stimulating, and it elated his ego. Here he was, a fifty-five-year-old man, capable of transforming teenage beauties into mooning, craving little wantons.
He put his Ups to hers and his hand to her firm titty. She sighed and melted into his arms. He put his tongue in her mouth and rolled her tautening nipple in his fingers. She squeaked and squealed, and her hand tightened about his cock.
He scooped her up in his arms and carried her into the bedroom. After laying her on the foot of the bed with her legs dangling over the edge, he kneeled down. She lay there, her heart pounding and her chest heaving with the awakening of her passion, as Tom unzipped her hot pants and stripped them from her body. She wore no panties, so he was immediately able to see the coal-black pubes at her crotch and the slightest hint of her pink pussy peeking through the curly foliage. He looked at the tantalizing picture for a moment, then he kissed her belly and stood up.
She watched, anxious and quivery, as Tom (untied the sash that held his robe together. He tossed the robe aside and slowly unhooked the metal catches at his fly. A moment later he stood before her in the nude, his massive cock jerking fitfully. The breath wheezed from Angela's lungs as she looked at the menacing weapon. He kneeled again and kissed along the warm, sensitive flesh of her inner thighs.
"Ooohhhhh, Mr. Bellamy, you're getting me all excited."
He felt like saying, "That's my intention, stupid." But he knew that little girls made inane statements when they were embroiled in emotional turmoil, so he said nothing. He laved and kissed closer and closer to her pussy, and her legs moved farther and farther apart the closer he got. When the tip of his tongue licked along the side of her labia he grabbed her ankles and moved her feet to the edge of the bed, her knees falling limply in opposite directions.
"It's beautiful," he sighed.
The slim line of her labial seam was delicately pink, and the puffy ridges of her pussy-lips were like mounds of whipped cream. He put his fingers to the taunting meat and gently popped the moistened blossom open.
"What are you going to do, Mr. Bellamy?" she asked, whimpering.
His intentions were obvious, but he was aware that she wanted to hear the words. To her, the words were as important as the action, they heightened her pleasure and manifoldly increased her sexual stimulation.
"I'm going to make love to you," he began.
"Yes, yes! How?"
"I'm going to suck your cunt! I'm going to eat your twat till it runs creamy with your orgasm. Then I'm going to grab your clitty in my mouth and chew it till you come and come and come!" As he talked he could see the result of her excitement oozing into her twitching vagina.
"Do it! Mr. Bellamy, do it! Eat me. Eat my pussy all up!"
She was eminently ready for oral copulation, and he nuzzled his face into the moist cup. First, he lapped up the dewy cream that clung to her vaginal walls, then without delay he moved to her sensation-controlling polyp.
Her body jerked spastically and her ass flounced convulsively. "That's it! That's it! Suck the clit! Eat the clit! You promised to make me come and come and come! Eat it! Eat it!"
He snapped at the enraged node and gnashed it on the sharp edges of his teeth. Angela was undone! She squealed and shrieked and screamed as the atomic burst charred her guts. She came and came and came in a rapid, shuddering series, and Tom lustfully fed on the lubricious flow.
When the storm passed, he moved to her side and kept her at her emotional peak by sucking voraciously on her turgid nipple and agitating her when the storm passed, he moved to her side and kept her at her emotional peak by sucking voraciously on her turgid nipple and agitating her clit with his finger. She held onto his cock as though afraid that it might vanish.
He had finished one phase of his sexual excursion and was ready to move on to the next, most glorious phase; the sublime, exquisite rapture of putting his enormous cock into her tightly encompassing teenage twat.
He got between her legs and let his torrid shaft lay along the length of her slick cunt-lips.
She cooed and mewled passionately as she abraded her highly agitated pussy over the curve of his scathing phallus, her fingernails scraping lightly over his shoulders.
"Stick it in. Put my big cock in your cunt! I want to fuck you! I want to ram my prick in your twat and feel your cum running over it!"
"Yes, yes!" she yowled, his words working their stimulating magic on her as they had before. "Fuck me! Fuck me! I want your prick in me!"
She grabbed his tool and led the stubby nose to her labial entrance. But as soon as the torrid glans contacted her fiery meat, she hesitated and her body tensed.
Tom was acutely aware of .the unexpected reaction. "What's the matter?"
"Please don't hurt me," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I'm a virgin."
"What?" he whelped. That was the one aspect of puberty that he hadn't considered, and it was the one aspect of puberty that he wanted no part of. It was one thing to vent his urgent lust on teenage girls, but it was quite another to take their virginity. Not only didn't he want it on his conscience, but he hadn't the patience to teach sexual neophytes. And of most concern to him was the fact that he could cause irreparable damage, mentally and physically, with his monstrous penis.
He rolled off her and lay on his side, his cock swaying angrily. "Why didn't you tell me before this?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Bellamy. I didn't think it made any difference. I wanted you to make love to me, and you wanted it, too. I still want you to. "
"I can't," he said, his guts twitching in anguish. "Why?" she asked.
"Because I'm too big for a virgin. And don't like to be a teacher in bed. I want experience. I prefer traveling beaten paths. I'm not a pioneer."
She put her fist around his cock and turned her back to him. "I understand, Mr. Bellamy, and I respect you for it."
He almost laughed. He was a puberty-fucking cock-hound who wouldn't fuck her only because she hadn't been fucked before, and she respected him for it.
"My tush isn't virgin, Mr. Bellamy," she said, her voice barely audible.
Tom looked at her gorgeous ass and the deep separation between the cheeks and he was salaciously aroused by the thought of pubescent anilingus.
"You want me to fuck you in the ass?" he asked.
"Yes," was the answer.
If a teenage pussy was so tight, he thought, what would a teenage ass feel like? The thought was wildly erotic and wantonly stimulating. "Are you sure that you've been fucked in the ass before?"
"Yes, many times."
"And you want me to put my huge prick in your asshole and pump it till I shoot my sperm?"
"Yes, yes!" she answered, her body shivering in response to his obscenities.
"I'll spread your bunghole until it feels like it's going to split in two. You'll have ten inches of solid cock in your ass! Is that what you want? To be ass-fucked! To have my thick prick jabbing into your intestines and filling your rectum with cum?"
"Oh yes, yes, yesssss!" she responded anxiously, while wiggling her ass closer to his phallus. "I want it in my ass, pumping and pumping and pumping!" He snugged in close to her and spread her firm cheeks. She raised her upper leg as he jabbed at her asshole unsuccessfully. As she doubled her legs back to her chest, he used his fingers to pry the tight orifice open and finally met with success. His bulbous cap levered into her anus and was held tightly by the muscular walls.
Grabbing her by the hips, he thrust forward with a grunt and his rigid pole screeched through her narrow channel, burrowing seven inches deep. Angela whelped in ecstasy and reached between her legs to caress his balls. Tom pulled back and lunged again. His meaty shaft penetrated another inch, and Angela again shrieked her appreciation.
The ringed muscles in Angela's ass contracted and relaxed, contracted and relaxed around Tom's impaling tool, and it felt as though a series of rollers were massaging it. Her delightful ass was as tight as Annie's and Vivian's pussies but not tighter, and that was tight enough for him. He growled in scatological contentment as he pumped his cock into her slippery anal canal with long, steady strokes. But he wasn't getting full penetration. In their awkward position, he still had two inches of uncovered prick.
"Get on your knees," he said. "I want to fuck jail of my cock into your ass!"
"Fuck, yes!" she wailed. "I want all of it!"
Holding close, they managed to get to their knees without losing the erotic coupling. Once they were in the more advantageous position, Tom pushed his ass forward and his rod sank in until his . pelvic bone ground into the pliant cushion of her? ass.
"Oh, yesssss!" she hissed. "I have it all! Now fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Come in my ass! Make me come again!"
Tom grunted and growled and rutted like an j animal, his throbbing lobber pistoning in her tightly grabbing ass like the driving rod of a steam locomotive. He shoved his fingers into her sodden cunt-meat and attacked her clit until it vibrated like a tuning fork.
Angela didn't take the sexual abuse complacently. She gyrated and convoluted her ass in staccato bursts, pulling and tugging on his shaft until he felt as though he would pull back one time and find that his cock was no longer attached to his groin, that it had been torn loose and remained imbedded in the depths of her vise-like ass.
The incessant pounding went on interminably, and the bed creaked and complained from the carnal frenzy that was taking place. The room reverberated like an echo chamber, and their erogenous wails vibrated in their ears. Perspiration poured from them, their muscles ached and their passion lacerated their guts like broken glass.
And then, as though a switch had been thrown, Angela screamed hysterically, "Mr. Bellamy, Mr. Bellamy, I'm coming! Motherfucker, motherfucker, I'm commminnngggg!"
Tom had received the same startling jolt in his gonads, and he chimed in with her, his voice hoarsely calling out, "So am I, you little cunt! So am I!"
It wasn't long afterward that they were in the shower, washing away the salty residue that clung to their enervated bodies.
As Angela dressed she looked at Tom, who lay unclad on the bed, and said, "I don't feel like going home yet, Mr. Bellamy. Will you take me for a ride?"
He sat up and smiled warmly. "Sure."
As they drove along Sunset Boulevard toward the beach, Tom's hand rested on Angela's firm thigh and her hand rested oh his. The little girl had opened up an exciting new facet of sex for him and he wondered how many teenagers took it in the ass in order to preserve their virginity. It was the same to him. Either way was frenetically exciting and excruciatingly sensual.
She looked at him and smiled. "Are you still angry because I'm a virgin?"
"I never was angry, just frustrated."
"Are you still frustrated?" she asked.
It was his turn to smile. "No. You have a wonderful tush, Angela-all that any penis, could ask for."
"Thank you, Mr. Bellamy." She rested her head on his shoulder. "If I wasn't a virgin, would you put it in me?"
"You know I would," he answered, and it occurred to him that she intended going out and fucking the first male who would take her, just so she could come back to him with a traveled path. Oh well, he thought, if she wanted him that badly, he wasn't going to try and dissuade her.
As they neared the beach, the sky clouded over and he wondered if his daughter and Annie were still trying to get a tan beneath the overcast sky.
CHAPTER NINE
The sun had never come out at the beach, so Vivian and Annie, after waiting vainly for an hour, gave up in disgust and drove home.
"Come on in and have a Coke," Vivian suggested.
"Is your father home?" Annie asked.
"Yes. He's tutoring a girl named Angela Moffit. Do you know her?"
"I sure do. She's one of my best friends."
When they entered the apartment, Vivian called out, "Daddy, Daddy," but got nothing but silence in return. She looked in all the rooms and then joined Annie in the living room.
"He's not here. Do you think Angela kidnapped him?"
Annie laughed. "I hope not. I have a lesson tomorrow evening."
"I know," Vivian said pointedly. And before Annie could make anything of it, she said, "I think I'll get out of this stupid suit."
Vivian stripped and threw the bikini on a chair. "Wow!" Annie exclaimed, "Your pussy's on fire."
Vivian giggled at Annie's reaction. "At least it proves that I'm a natural redhead."
"And they don't come any redder," Annie replied. "How about that Coke?"
"Oh, yeah! That's what we came up for, isn't it?" Again Vivian's words were double-edged and pointed.
Annie cocked her head and looked at Vivian with a puzzled expression as the redhead went into the kitchen. When Vivian returned with the Cokes she looked at Annie, still attired in her beach wear, and said, "Why don't you get comfortable, too? I know what you've got, so you don't have to be bashful."
"Who's bashful?" Annie responded. Her wrap-around skirt and bikini flew in all directions and she joined Vivian on the sofa, both of them freely naked.
Annie sipped her Coke, unaware that Vivian was appraising her heavenly attributes.
"Everything?" Annie questioned, her face reddening.
"Everything. He even said that your pussy is as tight as mine," Vivian answered.
"Have you been to bed with him, too?" Annie asked in disbelief.
"Of course. If he can screw his students, he can screw his daughter."
Annie's embarrassment left her and she hugged herself. "He's wonderful in bed, isn't he?"
"He sure is," Vivian replied wistfully. "I get horny just thinking about him."
"So do I," Annie agreed.
"Are you horny now?"
Annie hesitated. "Well ... I ... why do you ask?"
"Because if you are, I have just the thing for it."
"What is it?" Annie asked, her interest piqued. Vivian got up. "Come on, I'll show you. I brought it with me from New York."
They went into Tom's bedroom and Vivian pulled her tote bag from his closet. She took out a nine-inch dildo. The flesh-toned cock was rigid, had a flaring cap with notches, and nylon straps attached to it.
"It's a dildo," Annie observed, feeling an excited twitter in her pussy.
"It's a special dildo," Vivian corrected. "Take it in your hand." Annie grabbed it. "Now," Vivian continued. "I just snap this little switch at the base and, voila!"
The hard rod began to hum and vibrate in Annie's hand, and the twitter in her twat became more pronounced.
"Wow!" she exclaimed.
"Just think of that in your pussy," Vivian said, taking it from her friend. She snapped off the switch and strapped the ersatz cock to her body, the base of it snuggling into her crotch.
Annie looked at the huge dildo and sighed. "It almost looks real."
"It even feels real. Want to try?" Vivian asked.
"I don't know."
"Here, just put it between your legs," Vivian suggested. She quickly moved in front of the brunette and pushed the thick prong into the snugness between Annie's thighs.
"Doesn't it feel good?" she asked, her hands sliding up Annie's sides to nestle on the girl's tautening nipples.
"Yes, it does," Annie admitted. It wasn't only the rasping dildo that was incensing Annie's libido, it was also Vivian's fingers working on her teats.
The wanton redhead put her mouth to Annie's neck and began to kiss wetly, her fingers increasing their attention on Annie's nipples and the phony cock rubbing more frantically against her pussy-lips.
When Vivian crushed her mouth to Annie's, the brunette's weak resistance crumbled and she gave in to her burgeoning desire. Her arms went around Vivian's back and she humped her pussy over the thick pole, while the fifteen-year-old redhead massaged her ass and tits.
"Lay on the bed, Annie," Vivian whispered in her ear.
"All right, Viv."
Annie lay on her back and Vivian lay beside her, half of her lush body on top of Annie's. Vivian's flaming red hair covered Annie's chest as she sucked voraciously on the brunette's stiffened nipple while her fingers explored the soft crease below.
Annie's legs trembled and parted as she purred like a kitten, her hand grabbing the unfeeling cock as though it were alive and throbbing.
"Do you want it?" Vivian asked, moving on top of the squirming brunette.
"Yes!" she screamed. "I want it! I need it!"
Vivian backed off so Annie could guide the notched glans into her steaming twat. With an erotic whelp, Annie wrapped her legs around Vivian's back and then grabbed the rubbery pole and stuffed it into her convulsing pussy. She humped her hips upward, pulling five inches of the phallic replica into her.
"Fuck me, Vivian! Fuck me!" she pleaded.
The lecherous redhead dug her fingers into Annie's ass and then, with a shrill squeal, she buried the manufactured prick. As she pumped it frantically into Annie's clutching cunt-meat, the base of the dildo jammed into Vivian's crotch at the end of each forward thrust, agitating and abrading her own clit.
She was getting almost as much libidinous stimulation from the man-made prick as Annie was, and she pounded it faster and faster to heighten the clitoral pleasure she was getting.
"Turn on the vibrator!" Annie screamed. She was nearing her climax, and she knew that the maddening vibrations would trigger her.
Without decreasing her frenetic lunges, Vivian reached for the switch and snapped it on.
"Oooohhhhhh, God!" Annie howled as the oscillating shaft reverberated on her blood-engorged clit, sending blazing shocks to sear her raw nerves.
Vivian, too, receipted erogenous from the buzzing tool, and her carnal emotion crescendoed upward as Annie's did. And a split second after Annie bellowed, "Ohh, God! Oooohhh, God, I'm coming! Fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm comminnnggg!", so did Vivian.
When the blinding, flashing, livid passion had passed and they had rested enough to rekindle the embers of their wanton craving, they switched positions. Annie's fingers trembled as she attached the dildo to her body, while Vivian lay on her back, her knees up and her legs spread. Both of them could hardly contain themselves in their anxiety to become, once more, phallically connected, even if it was by means of a simulated cock.
"Hurry! Hurry!" Vivian pleaded, her ever-lusting cunt aching for cunt-filling attention.
Annie, once the dildo was securely in place, attacked Vivian like a ferocious animal, the huge rod sinking into Vivian's gaping twat like a heated knife. Annie didn't waste any time. As soon as the phony prick was encased she snapped on the vibrator, and in a few short moments they were again spewing forth their climactic honey in a torrential flow.
They were still coupled by the unbending staff when they dozed off, their damp bodies adhering in the sodden aftermath of sex.
CHAPTER TEN
Tom stopped in front of Angela's house and the soft-spoken little girl scrambled out.
"I'll read Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, Mr. Bellamy-I promise," she said, leaning into the car.
"I hope so."
"But do we have to spend the whole time discussing it?" she asked.
As she leaned over he could see down her halter, and the sight of her creamy, sculptured tits reinvested his cock with rigidity. There was no way he would spend the entire time discussing Lord Byron when her gorgeous ass was so readily available.
"We'll make the discussion brief," he promised her.
Angela's mother appeared at the front door and waved. "Hello, Mr. Bellamy."
She was a woman in her early thirties with the same raven hair, the same arched titties, the same plump ass and the same smoldering beauty as her daughter, and it was all on display as she stood there in skimpy hot pants and opened blouse.
"Hello, Mrs. Moffitt," he replied.
"How's Angela doing?"
"She's an amazing girl, Mrs. Moffitt. 'Bye." He waved at the woman and winked at Angela.
As he drove to his apartment his cock was pressing stiffly against the material of his trousers, and he wondered if perhaps Mrs. Moffitt might be available. The thought of having mother and daughter at the end of his cock was an exciting notion.
His apartment was silent when he opened the door, but the scattered clothes told him that Vivian and Annie were close at hand. The two of them were together, and undoubtedly in the nude from all indications. His mind dizzied and his prick became rigid with the limitless possibilities.
He walked quietly into his bedroom and found his hoped-for bonanza. They were still in the nude and still dozing, and the dildo was still attached to Annie. He undressed, went to the bed and then, as stealthily as possible, he removed the shiny instrument from Annie.
Two lovely twats. Two snug, tight pussies. Two succulent cunts, and he had to decide which one he would feast on first.
His daughter was on her back with her legs parted, and it influenced his decision. He put his face into the fiery Vee and licked lovingly about his daughter's labia, gathering in the musk that still clung to her burning cunt-meat.
Her eyes flickered open and her face beamed. There was no better way to be awakened, she thought, than to have her beloved father's mouth at her twat, sucking it.
"Hi, Daddy," she cooed, and spread her legs to make his oral exploration easier.
Tom waved, with his hand but kept his mouth and tongue busy in her succulent pussy. The lewd slurping sounds awakened Annie, and she looked at the salacious tableau, envious of the pleasure Vivian evinced. Then Tom's pulsing prick caught her eye, and she wasn't to be denied. She quickly slid down to it and pulled it into her mouth, sucking it vigorously.
Tom was in heaven. At each end of his body was a wanton teenager; one attached to his mouth and one attached to his cock. He pushed his aching rod halfway into Annie's hot mouth and fucked it back and forth rapidly while he clamped his teeth onto his daughter's beleaguered clitoris, tugging and nipping it with bestial ferocity.
Vivian squirmed and squiggled and squealed in libidinous response, "Daddy, Daddy, I'm almost ready to come! Do me! Make it happen!"
On the other end he could feel Annie's joyous humming vibrate over his slithering cock, and her fingers skittering over his scrotum.
Vivian's dam burst, and Tom greedily accepted the flood. His little girl's body arched like a rainbow, but he stayed solidly lodged in her palpitating cunt-meat, hungrily lapping in the pungent essence of her orgasm.
Annie, too, received the fruits of her labor. Tom's gigantic cock swelled to greater proportions as the seminal river swept through his urethra and gushed into Annie's waiting mouth. She drained the long spigot with her voraciously suctioning mouth and then lay on her back, tendering Tom her honeyed twat.
Vivian was cunnilingually satisfied, and she settled out of her tensed arch. Tom looked at Annie's glistening love-pit and knew that what he had done for one, he had to do for the other.
"Yes, Mr. Bellamy, yes!" Annie shrieked as he put his mouth to her fiery little cunt and began eating ravenously of her distended clit.
His body shuddered spastically when he felt his daughter's mouth envelop his rock-hard penis. It was the same uninhibited, erotic scene over again with the positions reversed, and the palpitating, twitching, writhing end result was the same.
The little girls had had their fill for the moment and they contentedly cuddled up to Tom, their firm bodies molding to his outline as they fell asleep; each with a leg over his and each holding onto his upright cock.
Tom lay there, allowing their warmth to relax his tired muscles and thinking how his life had changed in the past weeks.
He had had a resurgence of his sexual prowess because of teenage sexuality. And now the mere hint of pubescent availability caused his phallus to respond with rapid rigidity.
When a man discovers a sexual catalytic agent, it doesn't always follow that the agent will be available to him, so Tom felt extremely fortunate in that his catalyst was available and abundant. He had come in contact with three teenagers-one his daughter and two his students-and all three had willingly given in to his newfound lust. More than that, they had nurtured it. He had been to the well three times, and three times he had returned with a full bucket.
There were still two other girl students who came to his apartment for private tutoring, but he was supremely confident that they, too, would succumb to the lure of his ten-inch charmer.
He was sure that Vivian would be a regular visitor during her future summer vacations, and he had already made up his mind to visit her in New York during his Christmas and Easter vacations.
If he were asked he wouldn't admit it, but in the back of his mind he harbored the hope of getting Nancy, his ex-wife, into bed to show her what she had cast aside. He still loved her, and still desperately wanted her back. It would be a dream come true if he could, through sex, convince her to return to his side.
Annie moved in her sleep and her hand squeezed tighter about his cock, bringing his thoughts back to puberty.
He smiled warmly. "Thank you both, and all the other little girls in the world." He had reason enough to thank them. They had made him a virile, sexual man again.
He thought about the three months of summer ahead of him. He knew that he had three teenagers at the tip of his prick. He would be busy and active and happy and content during the hot days and warm nights. "Yes indeed," he thought, a bright smile creasing his lips. "It's going to be a long, lovely summer."
