I was a little on the drunk side as I drove behind the wheel of my Lincoln Continental down Sunset Boulevard.
I was heading closer to the Pacific Ocean, near where I lived.
It was late, and I wondered if my wife would be waiting up for me. It was past eleven. I had worked at the office until a few minutes past nine. My secretary, who had remained with me faithfully until about seven, had sent up a sandwich for me. Aside from that, I hadn't had any other contact with the outside world between five o'clock, when the other employees went home, and the time that I left the building.
I was so tired from the long day's ordeal, that I stopped at a bar on the Sunset Strip, not far from where my office was, and had a few drinks.
My name is Ray Morgan, and I'm president of Morgan & Davis, one of the leading advertising agencies in Southern California.
Naturally, what with being a major captain of industry, I have to put in long hours. Since my wife, Joy, has been getting on me about it more and more lately, I was determined to do something about it. I was thinking of taking a full weekend off, something I rarely did, and going to Las Vegas with Joy. I would leave the kids at home, and would satisfy myself with banging my wife's gorgeous body.
But, speaking of her body, I wanted some of it that very night. The drinks had brought out the animal in me. Of course, it had always been there, but the alcohol, as so often happened with me, merely brought it to the surface.
My old cock was throbbing inside of my pants as I continued driving down Sunset, heading ever closer to Pacific Palisades. It was there that I maintained my humble little $100,000 mansion atop a hill, something that most men could only dream about. But with me, it had become a reality. There was still a lot of nightmare attached to the prize, however, in that I felt like I was strapped down to my work in a way that I never would have been had it not been for moving there. After all, being a big man in the community and head of a leading advertising agency, caused me to have to socialize on a large scale. A lot was expected of me. I had to join all the proper clubs, which to me constituted a lot of bullshit, to put it quite frankly.
I was so dragged out a lot of the time that I didn't even have time to think about sex. But it was very much on my mind right then, and as I moved closer to home, I could see Joy's naked body twisting and turning on our king-sized, heart-shaped bed. I could see myself observing her in the mirror, along with myself, while I fucked the hell out of her. She was a great piece of ass, and if she hadn't been, I'd probably never have married her. Back in my younger days, before I got so damned bogged down with my work, I was quite a stud. I was just a young advertising copy editor when I met Joy, who was a receptionist at the agency where I was working at that time.
Well, when I saw her I knew that my roving days were over. I went after her like a man possessed, determined to snare her. Yes, it meant marriage, I realized, but I was willing to pursue things from that standpoint.
I turned off of Sunset and onto the street where I lived. I moved uphill. I could see the Pacific Ocean in the distance. I was feeling very much like the panting puppy dog that I had been when I first was exposed to Joy. It was almost as if the twenty years of married life we had experienced together had not existed.
I swung into our huge circular driveway and got out of the car. My old cock was bulging so noticeably that I stopped for a moment and looked down at it. It was sticking out there, manifesting itself prominently. I hoped that Joy would pick up the message immediately when I got into the house.
There was a light on in the living room, and as I walked inside, I observed Joy sitting on the sofa reading a book. She was wearing a sleek white robe that I had bought for her the preceding Christmas. It made her look all the more sexy.
Even though she was pushing forty awfully hard, she had a body that would make most girls of twenty-five turn green with envy. She had maintained that fantastic form that she had possessed from the first time that I had met her. She had done it through proper diet and a lot of exercise. She was a tennis buff, and also made certain she used our sauna room in the basement regularly.
"Good evening, dear," I grinned as I walked into the living room.
"Hello," she said casually, barely looking up from the pages of her book.
"Interesting book?"
"No, not very."
"From the way your nose is buried in it, it certainly looks that way," I said. I was a little displeased over not being welcomed more warmly, and I didn't care if I let her know it.
"Reading it gives me something to do," she shrugged.
"Well, you can put that down, because I'm here now."
"Okay, I will," she nodded.
She laid the book down on the table and looked up at me.
"So how are things going with you?" I grinned.
"You're a little drunk," she exclaimed.
"Let's not talk about me. Let's talk about you."
I sat down next to her on the sofa. I immediately threw my arm around her shoulder.
"Stop being juvenile, Ray," Joy said.
"Who is being juvenile?" I removed my arm from around her shoulder and gave her a dirty look.
"You are."
"The kids in bed?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go to bed and fuck."
"Ray, you can be so crude," she shook her head.
"Come on, let's go to bed."
To prove my point, I reached out and took her hands in mine. I looked deeply into her eyes, but she was systematically avoiding my stare.
"Come on, let's go," I implored.
"Let me go. Honestly, Ray, you can be so much of a pest after you've had a few drinks."
"Take a look at this cock."
"Very fascinating. So you can still get a hard-on. Congratulations. So can God only knows how many million other men."
"But this is your husband that you're looking at," I growled.
"Yes, I know," she said in a subdued tone. "Why don't you go up to bed?"
"Are you going to join me?"
"I'll be up in a minute," she nodded.
Now I felt inspired. I was finally beginning to get someplace. I could already feel that hot cock turning itself loose inside her warm nest. She maintained herself in such good physical condition that she still had a good tight snatch, and, even though I didn't fuck it very often, when I did I put everything I had into it.
She continued to sit on the sofa. She watched me as I ascended the stairs leading up to our bedroom. My cock was bulging with keen anticipation, looking forward to having some brilliant sex with her.
I entered the bedroom and immediately undressed. I put my clothes away in the clothes closet, then sat in my undershirt and shorts on the bed. I got so nervous just waiting that I pulled out my prick and began running my fingers up and down it. I needed some brisk contact with her.
I looked around the bedroom. It was my favorite room in the house, particularly when I was feeling the way I was at that point. It was a spacious bedroom, and our heart-shaped bed was spacious and soft, just the kind of bed a person would want to make love in. To satisfy my lustful urges even more, there were mirrors behind the bed and on both sides of it, so that it was possible for me to watch myself in the act.
I began getting impatient waiting for her. I wanted her to show up quickly, so that I would not have to spend a lot of time sitting around in anticipation of the act.
When I was that hot, it was torture to just sit around. Since she was aware of that, having been married to me as long as she had been, I was beginning to get a little incensed. I wanted some action, and I wanted it fast.
I became so impatient that I began running my fingers up and down my cock with great urgency. I had to slow down several times, since I got so far along that I was in danger of imminently exploding.
At long last, just when I was reaching the point where I could hardly stand it, I heard footsteps moving up the staircase. I immediately stripped off my T-shirt and my shorts, preparing myself for the big episode which lay ahead, hopefully an occasion of great sexual delight.
As the door opened, I decided to give her a good indication of what lay ahead. I moved my fingers up and down my stiff prick, giving her a visual impression of what I would be expecting from her.
"I'm all set for you, baby," I chuckled.
"You're acting very juvenile, Ray," she said, a little on the testy side.
"What's gotten into you? Is your cunt made out of gold or something?"
"You can knock off the crude language. I could expect it if I were married to a truck driver. An advertising agency executive should conduct himself with a little more decorum."
"Screw what I am," I quickly struck back. "Right now I'm just a hot husband who wants a good fuck from his old lady. I think I've got it coming."
"You men are all the same," she shook her head disgustedly.
"If you mean we're the same when it comes to wanting a good screw from our wives, of course we are. How in hell do you expect us to act?"
"I mean this," she looked at me coldly as she stood at the edge of the bed. "You take it as a matter of a property right, being able to go to bed with your wife. You think that all you have to do is flip those fingers of yours, and we're supposed to strip. Well, a lot of us gals are getting mighty tired of that kind of thinking. It just doesn't have any more room in modern society."
"Now don't hand me a lot of that women's lib horse-shit," I erupted. My cock was so hard that I could hardly withhold what would be an enormous flood-tide of white juice. And here she was giving me a lecture.
"I do wish you'd stop that nasty language," she said.
"Hell, ever since this women's lib thing got so big, and ever since you got on that kick with some friends of yours who didn't have anything better to do, that's all I've been hearing," I complained. "Just because I make a big salary, you're able to join the country club, play tennis as many times a week as you want to, go the whole route. You do this while I'm slaving away. Now, when I want a good piece of ass, what do you say? You hand me a lot of guff about being taken for granted. Well, what about me? I'm being taken for granted, too."
"How is that?"
"I'll tell you how. I'm out knocking myself out so that you can have it made, living at a leisurely pace. So when I want a little sex, I have to listen to static from you. Well, I want a fuck, damn it, and I want it now!"
"Would you like me to take off my robe?" she looked at me.
"Of course I would. Why would you ask a fool question like that?"
"You're awfully edgy this evening. You've had too much to drink, my dear."
"That isn't why I'm edgy," I countered. "I'm edgy because I need a good screw."
"You're beginning to sound like a broken record."
"With the size of my cock, and it being as nervous as it is, how in the hell do you expect me to feel?"
"So you'd really like me to take off my robe right now?"
"Look, you silly dame, if you don't I'm going to tear the damn thing off of you."
"Nice, very nice," she nodded, giving me a disgusted look.
"How am I supposed to sound? I'm hot. I want some fucking, not a lot of talk."
"Yes, I can see that we are being taken for granted," she said. "We girls are considered as no more than beasts of burden for you men."
"Yeah, I know," I said angrily. "I can bust my nuts off during the course of a day working to bring home the bacon, so you can continue to enjoy this high living style that you love to maintain, but when it comes to you spreading your legs, you can't see that unless I say pretty please with sugar on it. Well, I'm sick of all this bullshit."
"Okay, my foul-mouthed husband, I'll take off that robe now," she told me.
My eyes widened as her fingers reached down for the robe. She was planning to take it off, and I was looking forward to seeing that beautiful body in the nude.
CHAPTER TWO
She stood next to the bed. The dim lighting of the room blended perfectly against her golden form. I watched carefully, getting the same kind of kicks that I did the first time when, as a young boy, I snuck into my first burlesque show.
There she was, slowly removing that sleek white robe. Underneath it were her panties and bra. She slipped the robe down on a chair not far from the bed.
"Damned, but you look great," I said. "I'm glad you get plenty of exercise. I'm glad you're one of these gals who really believes in taking care of yourself. It really pays off, and when I see you like this, I can't help but want to fuck you."
"Do you really like me?"
"Of course I do," I said. "That prick of mine is like concrete right now. Just take a look at it."
"Just because you think lustful thoughts of me doesn't mean that you really like me," she pointed out.
"Let's get off that kick. Please, baby, let's have ourselves a good fuck. I don't want to debate with you, I don't want to discuss women's lib with you, I don't want to do any of these things. I just want to have a good screw. I don't see anything wrong with that."
Now she was standing right next to me, only a few inches removed from my fingers. I was poised and ready to strike, just like a rattler.
Now that the robe had been removed, all she had on was her panties and bra. I looked forward to seeing her totally stripped.
My eyes danced up and down that lovely body. I knew it so well, and I had fucked it many times. But there was one thing about it. You could never get enough when it came to fucking that gal. I was sorry that I had lost so many opportunities lately because of my taxing office schedule, and the accompanying tiredness which went with the strain of running a big advertising company.
Where her construction was concerned, it was absolutely perfect, right from head to toe. Her breasts were voluptuous and exciting. They hadn't lost one solitary bit of their firmness in all the time that I had known her.
She had always been equipped with fantastic legs, which were kept that way by her tennis activities. They were beautifully tapered, particularly in the ankles. It was rare for a woman to have ankles that trim.
As for her ass, it was beautifully rounded, a set of buttocks as you could ever hope to find.
All I had to do was look at them, and I was practically ready to orgasm on the spot.
Her fingers reached behind her bra. She unstrapped it casually. I watched every step of the operation, growing all the more eager for activity.
She flung off the bra, letting it drop to the floor. She flipped her body forward, and placed her hands on her hips, giving me a superb view of her lovely tits.
"Those knockers are as ready for action as always," I grinned. "You've really got a great set of tits."
"Thank you," she said.
Her fingers next reached down to her panties. I watched her slowly but surely pull them off, letting them slide down her legs. Once she stepped out of them, I was overcome by spirited excitement.
"Oh, just let me loose on that body of yours," I said.
She strutted proudly back and forth in front of me several times. She looked like a beauty contestant who was confident that, after the judges had seen what she had to offer, could not conceivably lose.
My eyes were now staring eagerly at that hot mound of hers. I loved that pubic box, which I had seen so many times, never growing tired of it, always looking at it with great fondness and excitement.
It was golden and glistening, and I could hardly wait to come into contact with it. It was just a question of what we would do first. I was pleased to see that I had finally brought her back to earth, after she had insisted on standing on her high women's lib ideals for several minutes.
"Will you suck my box for me, honey?" she looked at me.
"Will I ever! I want to suck you."
"I'm glad we're agreed on that."
"Just come on over here, and I'll eat you right up to your navel."
She climbed into bed beside me. It was great that we had such a spacious bed, since it afforded us all kinds of opportunities for maneuvering.
I reached out and threw my arms around her body. It was wonderful holding that firm, glistening gold skin against me.
My lips plunged forward and I permitted them to plunge eagerly against hers. I let my lips remain locked on hers for several seconds, after which I finally removed them.
I let my hands drop down to those hot breasts. Those beautiful boobs, which had maintained their loveliness and their firmness through the years that I had known her, provided my next focal point.
I allowed my fingers to make brisk contact with that firm flesh. My fingers moved with rhapsodic excitement over the breasts, creating great friction inside both of us. The friction inside me rested between my legs, where my hot prick loomed large. As for her, she began quivering dramatically under the impetus of my hot actions.
While my fingers continued to work their way with great eagerness over those hot and firm breasts, I once more allowed my head to plunge forward. This time I extended my tongue out of my mouth, getting ready to thrust it inside her hot mouth.
I felt her hot breath against mine, and I let my tongue slip inside her mouth. Our tongues clashed eagerly, generating electrical shockwaves through both of us.
While our tongues locked, and we laid there enmeshed in the exotic aura of each other's saliva, letting the tongues twist and turn around each other, I continued letting my fingers go to work on those breasts. The hot action continued to accelerate.
Her hips began moving quickly back and forth. As they undulated dramatically, I allowed my tongue to slip against hers all the more passionately. We were generating great excitement within each other. It reminded me of days gone by, when we had gone at each other like two animals, crazing for each other's touch.
I finally withdrew my tongue from her mouth. At that points, I decided that it was time to put my tongue to work on the beautiful breasts that I had been massaging with great diligence with my fingers.
I turned my tongue loose on her left tit, letting it slide up and down, allowing the tempo to dramatically build.
"Oh, baby, I love the way you're working that tongue around my tits. I just love it," she said. "Keep on sucking me, honey, I love that. I want that kind of action."
I continued slipping it to her, happy that she was enjoying the sensations to the extent she was. Up and down that tongue continued to slide. I left a trail of hot saliva up and down her hot breast.
Once I drenched her in my saliva, I decided to go to work on her nipple. I nibbled on it several times, allowing the tempo to continue to build.
I finally turned my tongue loose on her right breast, observing the same patterns that I had put into effect on her left tit.
"Oh, now you're really putting me through the paces, baby, now you're really sucking," she said, those hips sliding back and forth, turning me on all the more. "Oh, keep that sucking up, I really love that. I really love that kind of action."
Now I was drilling her with my tongue. The faster I did it, the hotter I became. Once again I let loose my tongue on her nipple.
I tongued her there for a little while, then put my teeth to work nibbling on it. She was reduced to a series of gasping sighs by virtue of the hot action I was providing for her.
"Just keep that up, I really love it," she said. "You've really got a great tongue when you want to use it. It's a great one, and I love the way you're putting it to work on my tits."
I finally removed my tongue from her right breast. At that point, I was becoming all the more eager to go down on that hot snatch.
But before I actually went ahead and did that, I wanted to make certain that I got plenty of action in other respects. The preliminaries were so much fun that I wanted to make the most of them.
It wouldn't have been nearly that much fun if it had not been for the fact that she had such a beautiful body. But it was so perfectly preserved, and I loved it so much, that I found myself wanting to make love to it in every conceivable way.
Next I found myself toying with that hot ass of hers. I let my fingers go to work on those beautifully constructed ass-cheeks. I pinched them and fingered them excitedly, giving her more sensation.
"Why don't you suck my asshole, sweetie?" she looked at me and smiled.
"Is that what you want me to do? Do you really want that asshole sucked out?"
"Oh, yes, baby, do it."
"Okay, baby, I will."
While my fingers continued to explore the erotic expanses of her ass-cheeks, I slipped my tongue inside her ass-crack.
"Oh, you're in me, keep sucking, do it, baby, suck me good. Suck me, I love it," she said. "Suck it, suck my asshole out, suck me there, suck it."
Her words turned me on all the more, and I let my tongue thrust high inside her anus. It was great having it back inside there again. It had been quite some time since I had sucked out her ass.
I drilled and stabbed that ass of hers, putting my tongue to work with great zeal. The faster and deeper I would allow my tongue to penetrate inside her, the more dramatically she would thrust her body back and forth.
"Now you're way inside me," she exclaimed. "I just love it, keep up that sucking. It's absolutely great. Suck me, suck me."
Now I had her where I wanted her, and I was savoring every moment of it. If there was one thing I liked, it was getting her to the point where she was out of her mind with ecstasy.
Her body kept on thrusting and I kept on digging that hot tongue of mine eagerly up that ass-crack.
It was such a beautiful ass, so beautifully constructed, so tight, and I was overwhelmed with passion as I thrust my tongue into it. The longer and faster I kept it up, the faster she began to breathe. Soon she was panting, and her asscheeks were bouncing resolutely as I kept thrusting my tongue inside her.
The bedsprings were jangling dramatically as I continued pumping my tongue into high gear. I was drilling her, putting everything I could into my movements, making love to her, sucking out that beautiful asshole.
"Oh, my darling, I can't take any more," she finally said. "You're just going to have to start sucking my pussy, I'm about to shoot. I'm all wet down there. Go down and suck me, go down and suck my pussy."
I realized then that I had done my job to perfection. Now I had her so hot that it was necessary for me to go to work right then and there on her snatch.
It was an adjustment I was more than happy to make.
CHAPTER THREE
That body of hers was quivering, and she was perspiring on the forehead, under the arms, and even on her legs.
But I was more interested in the moisture she ,vas exhibiting between those hot legs. Her lips trembled with great anticipation as my eyes explored the beautiful reaches of that warm, inviting cunt.
I let my fingers toy with her glistening golden cunt-hairs. I loved touching them. Then I permitted my fingers to find their way down to her vaginal walls. They were moist and ready for immediate contact.
"You're torturing me by delaying," she informed me. "Please go down on my pussy. Please go down and suck it. I need it, I need you to lick my snatch."
"I sure did get you horny," I grinned.
"Did you ever. Please go down and suck me. I need you to suck me right now. Suck my cunt."
"I'm just the man for the job."
"I know you are."
Once more my head dropped. I grabbed a hold of her legs, taking hold of one in each hand. I gripped her thighs with great warmth. I liked the idea of gripping her hard, of maintaining brisk contact with those legs.
My tongue thrust itself out and went to work on that moist, inviting snatch. At first I sucked slowly, wanting to tease her with my movements, wanting to make her cry out and beg for more.
"Oh, that's so nice, now you're touching me there. Keep up the sucking," she told me excitedly.
My fingers continued gripping those legs while my tongue exercised itself with great diligence around her hot vagina.
I knew that I could get her even hotter by throwing in some action in the direction of her clitoris.
I quickly put my teeth to work nibbling on her clit, which caused her to begin panting. She was in a state of uncontrollable sexual excitement by then, and the longer I went to work with that hot tongue inside her box, or allowed my teeth to manipulate over her clitoris, the hotter she got.
I began alternating my activities. For a few seconds I would let my tongue work eagerly inside that hot red cunt. Then I would switch my activities to her clitoris, which I would nibble on with great excitement.
A bright idea then struck me. I removed my right hand from her thigh, extending my fore finger outward and letting it thrust high inside her asshole. I loved working it around and stabbing it high inside her ass-crack.
The ass sensations, coupled with what I was supplying to her cunt in the way of my tongue stabs, got her greatly agitated.
"Oh, that's it, play with that asshole, play with it, baby. Put that finger inside it, put that finger up there," she said.
I was happy that I had her that hot. Now it was just a question of guiding her along skillfully until she exploded her juices inside my mouth.
I stepped up the pace of my sucking. Now I was working back and forth at a rapid clip, making certain that I supplied her with the utmost in sexual thrills.
While that tongue continued to drive steadily inside her burning mound, I kept fingering that asshole, sending my finger up there with darting excitement.
I was coordinating my movements brilliantly, and was achieving great results. Now her body was spinning out of control. She was slipping back from side to side, letting that body go as I continued sending those darting stabs into her with my tongue.
"Just suck me a few more times, I'm ready to shoot, I'm ready to shoot," she said.
I thrust that finger up inside her more eagerly than ever. The tempo was continuing to accelerate. That tongue of mine continued to dart enthusiastically inside her hot mound.
"Oh, I'm there. Oh, ohh, I'm shooting," she gasped.
I happily gobbled up every drop of juice which was released from her burning snatch.
When it was all over, she had a contented smile on her face.
"That was great," she acknowledged.
"How about letting me get my cock off now?"
"Won't you suck me again? I'm really hot tonight, dear."
"I sure will."
I slapped her ass-cheeks several times, then allowed my tongue to go to work on that pussy again. Her hips flounced from side to side eagerly as I sucked. I was determined to provide her everything in the way of sensation that she wanted.
"Just keep up that sucking, you're on the right track. Suck me," she exclaimed.
My tongue continued drilling her spiritedly. The tempo picked up more quickly than before. This time I did not spend a period of time sucking slowly. I went through the paces as briskly as possible from the very outset, determined to give her a second opportunity to orgasm inside my mouth.
Once more my finger was going to work high inside her anus. Every time it penetrated, her body would twist from side to side in rapid accompaniment to my movements.
That tongue continued to splash with great eagerness as I gave her the once-over with it. I was determined that, after I sucked her out to her satisfaction, I would receive an opportunity to give her a highly meaningful fuck.
The hotter I got her, I figured, the better my chances would be for attaining complete cooperation from her when it came time for me to unleash my juices inside her.
The darting tongue-stabs continued at a furious clip. Every now and then I would nibble at her clitoris, making certain that I kept up a steady pace. She was in the midst of an erotic wave of sensuality, enjoying every tongue-stab I threw her way.
"Suck me, I'm just about there. I'm just about ready to shoot," she gasped.
A few seconds later she unleashed her juices inside my mouth. It felt great to eat out that box one more time.
"That was fantastic," she stretched her beautiful body out after I finished downing her last drop of juice.
"Take a look at this prick," I pointed down toward my hard dong.
"Don't bore me with that," she said disgustedly.
"What the hell do you mean by that remark?" my eyes narrowed as I looked at her strangely. I figured that she had to be putting me on.
"You got your sex, animal. You sucked out my snatch. Now what more do you want?"
"What the hell do you think I want? What kind of crazy talk is that I want to fuck you, I want to shoot off my juices. Do you mind?"
"Please shoot them off somewhere else," she said nonchalantly. "Why don't you go into the bathroom and jack off?"
"You've just got to be kidding. You really couldn't be turning me off after what I did for you."
"I just don't feel like any more sex," she explained. "I want to go to sleep."
"You can get your damn sleep after I shove my prick into your box," I said. "After the sucks I gave you, I deserve a good piece of ass, and I intend to get it."
"Drop dead," she told me bluntly.
"I feel like slapping the hell out of you," I cried out, more in frustration than anger. I was in desperate straits, what with my prick being as hard as it was.
"You're acting like a baby again. You always seem to be acting like one. I think you're going backwards instead of forwards."
"I want a piece of ass, damn you," I erupted. "You sound like a broken record, darling."
I watched as she brazenly got up from the bed. She began to put on her pajamas.
"Get those damn pajamas off," I jumped to my feet and said as she climbed into the pajama bottoms.
"I don't see why I should."
"I do. I want to fuck you."
I grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and turned her around. I stared at her in deep hostility. I even pulled back my right arm, intending to slap her face. I thought the better of it, however, and drew it back. I remembered those two or three occasions during our married life when I had slapped her. I had regretted it on every occasion, and the physical punishment had done me no good whatsoever.
"You'd better think twice about hitting me," she said. "Now kindly take your hands off me. I want to go to bed."
"You've got to be the most selfish and pigheaded bitch I've ever encountered," I told her bluntly.
"I don't appreciate your language. You might be a polished corporation executive in front of some people, but to me you're nothing but a crude barbarian. Now I don't want to argue any more."
"But didn't I give you a good suck?" I looked at her, sighing with deep frustration.
By that time she had already slipped on her pajama top. She walked back toward the bed, calmly sliding her body into it. She pulled back the covers and slipped under them.
"Goodnight," she said calmly.
"Damn it, I expect an answer to my question."
"What's that?" she looked up at me as if I were some kind of petulant little boy. I hated her when she gave me one of those condescending looks.
"I want to know how you can do this to me," the frustration was really coming across in my voice. Even though I hadn't intended it that way, my words were coming out like a whine. "Here I give you a great suck, getting myself turned on all the more, then you shut the door in my face and tell me that there will be no more sex tonight. Just how can you do it? Better yet, why are you doing it?"
"You really don't appreciate me for what I am," she said. "You just treat me as a sex object."
"You didn't seem to mind it when it came to getting that little twat of yours sucked out," I reminded her.
"I thought that since you wanted it so badly, I'd give it to you, but on a limited scale. I figured I would give it to you strictly on my terms."
"Congratulations. That's exactly what you did. It's not that I didn't enjoy it, because I loved it. But I certainly expected to be able to get my rocks off."
"If it means that much to you, why don't you jack off? I don't mind if you do it in the bed."
"That's so generous of you," I said sarcastically.
"Have it your way," she shrugged, turning over in the bed. "If you want to use the bathroom, you're free to use it."
"Yes, I guess I'm free to use any room I want. I guess I could jack off in the kitchen if I wanted to, seeing as how my labors produced the money necessary to move into this place."
"Yes, that's very chauvinistic of you. You're very quick to remind me of any financial contribution that you've made."
"Chauvinistic bull-shit," I said. "I made your life an absolute cinch for you, so you come back and deny me a little sex when I need it."
"Goodnight, dear."
I looked down at my cock. By then it had gone limp on me. The frustrations I experienced in arguing with her had made the difference. Suddenly my rock-hard peter, which I could hardly wait to shoot off inside her, was hard no more. The enthusiasm had been taken out of me.
She looked up at me, observing that my cock had gone down.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"You took all the excitement out of me," I said. "Now I don't even feel like fucking."
"So now you have nothing to worry about."
"Like hell," I grunted.
I slipped on my underwear, then my pajamas. I laid down on the other side of the bed, making certain that I kept a great deal of distance between myself and her.
I was so angry that I tossed and turned for most of the night. I was unable to sleep, what with my mind continuing to drift back to the events of the evening.
She had demonstrated an incredible amount of nerve in depriving me of sexual release at a time when I greatly needed it.
CHAPTER FOUR
I continued to feel ratty during the next morning.
I said very little at the breakfast table. By the time I got up, my son, Gary, and daughter, Renee, had already left for school. I was so burned up at Joy that I purposely refrained from saying much to her.
I got to my office a little later than usual. As I stepped inside, my partner, Al Davis, observed me. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, and immediately walked toward me.
"Ray, can I see you?" he said.
"Sure, come right in."
I walked into my office and drew the drapes, getting a look at the busy street below. I sat down in my comfortable leather chair, and my partner took the chair directly across from me.
"You don't look so good this morning, if you don't mind my telling you," Al began, closely observing the lines in my face.
"As a matter-of-fact, Al, I don't feel so hot," I said.
"I could see that. I can always tell."
"I'm so pissed I could absolutely scream," I deliberately let the anger show. Al was a good listener, and maybe that was why we got along so well. I could take problems to him that I would never discuss with my wife. Al might have been five years younger than I was, but he had a very mature way of analyzing things.
"What's the trouble," Al said. "I'll be happy to play psychiatrist for you this morning, if that's what you want."
"I don't know if we need to go that far," I said, "but I would like to tell you about what happened with the old lady last night."
"Trouble, huh?" he nodded.
"You're damned right. The damned broad really had her nerve."
"What happened this time?"
"Well, first of all, I kind of tied one on."
"I know you did," he nodded. "I can tell from the way you look today. You not only didn't get much sleep, you had quite a bit to drink. I can easily tell."
"How?" I looked at him.
"It's not all that hard. Remember, I've been that route myself. I get smashed every now and then."
"Hell, practically everybody in our business does."
"You're sure right about that," he shook his head and chuckled. "No, you've still got some redness in those eyes of yours. Usually you don't get that except when you've been drinking. Sure, it could just stem from not getting much sleep, but in your case, I'd say it stemmed in large part from the drinks you've had."
"Al, you missed your calling."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that you should have been a master detective, rather than an advertising man," I managed to smile. "You could have become the Sherlock Holmes of Southern California."
"That's quite a compliment," he chuckled.
"It was meant to be. Yeah, I worked until late last night. Then I stopped and had a few drinks. It got me good and horny, and I got to thinking that I hadn't balled the old lady in quite some time."
"But from the way you're acting, you sure as hell didn't score."
"I guess you could say I half scored," I said. I shook my head slowly, then took a look at the traffic on the street below. "You see, she was all for me sucking her box, and I did a beautiful job of that. I brought her off twice."
"Then she should have been eager to give you what you wanted."
"That's the same thing I figured," I said. "But it didn't work out that way. Instead she insisted on going to bed after that. I could have killed the broad, I absolutely could have. Imagine how I must have felt, with that cock standing up there proud and tall, just dying to screw her."
"Why wouldn't she give in?"
"Because she said I wasn't approaching her right. I wasn't acting like a man of dignity. I should have recognized her for what she was, a total woman, rather than some kind of a sexual object. She got real up-tight and started spouting all this women's lib stuff. She just coolly told me then, after she got through, after she got off of her soapbox, that I could go straight to hell, because she wasn't going to screw with me."
"That's tough, damn tough," he told me sympathetically. "That makes me glad that I got my divorce."
"You can be happy about that," I said.
He took a long sip from his coffee, then said, "Maybe that's the solution for you."
"Divorce?"
"Absolutely. If the old lady won't let you hump her when you get hot, then what in the hell is the sense of keeping her around?"
"You do have a point."
"Hell, I've had all kinds of freedom, and I've enjoyed myself a whole lot more after shedding my old lady. And I wasn't married nearly as long as you were."
"I don't know," I said slowly, "it would seem funny not being around Joy, but she has been acting like an absolute pain in the ass. She's been spouting all these crazy ideas lately."
"They do that quite a bit," Al said. "What kind of property arrangement do you have with your wife?"
"Everything is community property," I said. "That is, anything that's worth anything."
"Like the house?"
"Yeah," I nodded.
"What about your car?"
"That's community."
"Her car?"
"That's community."
"I hate to be so blunt, Ray, old boy, but you've been a chump," Al said.
"I know I've got that coming," I nodded. "I've thought about this many times. I'd really get cleaned out in a divorce trial. I'd lose more than half of everything I've got, since I was fool enough to give her quite a few things as her separate property. I hardly have anything as my separate property. It's either community, or in her name."
"She's got you by the balls, like these women love to get you," he said. "That sure as hell wasn't the way that I handled it when I was married. Just about everything, old boy, at least everything that was worthwhile to me, was strictly in my name. I figured there was a good chance the marriage would go on the rocks, and I was preparing myself just in case."
"You're a shrewd boy, Al," I said.
"You know the real reason I came in here to talk to you," Al said. I watched as he finished his cup of coffee. He smashed his paper cup in his right hand, then tossed it into the waste basket.
"No, you'll have to tell me."
"I wanted to tell you about this gorgeous brunette that I humped last night," he grinned. "I was sitting at the bar at Scandia's down the street, and in walked this gorgeous little chick. She was all dolled up, and she sat down at the bar just a few stools away from me. I bought her a drink and we started talking. It turned out that she had shed her old man about the same time that I dumped my old lady. That made us both free as birds, and I took her up to my place."
"I'll bet you had a blast."
"Let me tell you something. I did me a little pussy-sucking, too, but with this chick it wasn't strictly a one-way street, like it was with Joy. She had an ass that was out of sight, kind of like the one your wife has, if you don't mind me saying that."
"I don't mind at all," I said. "Hell, I know she's got a beautiful ass, and I'm always happy when some guy, particularly an intelligent cat like yourself, is discerning enough to see it."
"Anyway, this little brunette thrust that ass right up above my head, so that I had a perfect view of everything." He paused long enough to savor his words. A big smile flashed on his face as he relived the events of the evening before.. "So she's grinding this hot ass right in front of my face. I start out by sucking her asshole, and she goes to work on mine. She's got that face of hers right in my ass. So we went to work sucking ass. You can imagine how hot that got us."
"I know, I sucked out Joy's asshole last night," I said.
"So we worked over each other's assholes until we got so hot we couldn't stand it," he said fondly. "Then we went to work going after juice. I really leveled on that pussy of hers, while she went to work on my dick. Was she ever pumping on that thing. That tongue of hers was moving up and down so fast that she practically set fire to my dick. That head was just bobbing like crazy. She kept it up until I shot. She must have shot three or four times. It was absolutely great. But I didn't end there."
"With a good thing like that going, why should you?"
"That's the same thing I figured," Al nodded. "She was a real prize, that gal. She went to work on my prick with that tongue of hers once more, since my cock had gone down a little, after I had shot in her. She really pumped new life back into the thing. I'll be damned if the thing wasn't as hard, or maybe even a little harder, than it had been in the first place. It was way up there, and I wanted to fuck her in the worst way. I was horny all over again for that beautiful bod."
"So, what kind of action did you get the next time around?"
"I humped that cunt of hers," he exclaimed proudly with a smile. "And let me tell you something, it was some cunt to hump. I really drove that red hot peter of mine into it. The harder I fucked it, the better she liked it. She really had a way of wiggling those hips, you know what I mean, just meeting every hot thrust that my prick would put forward. She really hung in there, and really fed me that hot vagina of hers. The faster I fucked her, the more excited I got. That old heart of mine was just pounding like crazy as I kept flinging my dick into her. I finally shot the thing off in her nest."
"If you only knew how miserable you're making me feel by telling me all this," I shook my head dismally.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't stop to think that it might affect you that way," Al said. "I know it's tough after you've been disappointed like you were."
"You could remedy matters."
"How?" he looked at me curiously.
"You think you could fix me up with this little chick?"
"I just wish I could," he shook his head. "By now she's probably in Las Vegas, and she never even told me her last name. If she had told me, it probably would have been the wrong one. No, she was just out for a one-night hump, and that's exactly what I gave her."
"What's she going to Vegas for?"
"Oh, she's a showgirl. This guy she was married to met her when she was on the chorus line. Now that she got her divorce, she's going back up there to try and find another sugar daddy. But this time she told me she just wants to shack up. She doesn't want any of the ring action."
"I'd like nothing better than to maintain a playmate like that on the side," I laughed.
"Maybe that's what you ought to do," he laughed. "That way you could keep Joy and the family at home, and you've got some action on the outside. Maybe it's expensive, but you can afford it. Of course, to live like a bull-stud, you're going to have to put in fewer hours at the office."
"I realize that," I said sadly. "That might be the reason that Joy has taken to acting like such a fool. I've left her there to roam all by herself."
"You've got a point there." He got up from the chair, stretching his arms. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I guess I'd better be getting to my office. I've got some work to do."
"Sure, see you later."
"How about lunch?" He stopped at the door long enough to ask.
"Sounds like a good idea."
"About one?"
"Sure, that would be great."
He closed the door behind him. I felt very envious of Al. He seemed to have nothing but action from females on all fronts. He was the kind of guy who could even score when he walked in a bar.
And while he was scoring easily in bars and meeting women in all kinds of different ways, I was stuck with temperamental Joy.
I still hadn't received my satisfaction and was it ever bugging me. My cock was terribly nervous.
CHAPTER FIVE
Al arrived in my office at one o'clock sharp. We left and went to Scandia's for lunch. As we sat at a table and sipped a couple of bloody marys between bites of our sandwiches, Al came up with a suggestion.
"Listen, old buddy, even if you don't want to divorce Joy, you can do a little playing around on the outside," Al said.
"I've just never gone that route before," I shook my head.
"Then now is the perfect time to start," he said. "Hell, if the old lady won't even spread her legs when you want her to, then it's up to you to get action in other ways."
"I can see your point, but I've always been a home body type. That is, when I've been at home. And when I haven't been there, I've been at the office submerged in work."
"Maybe that's your big problem. You're all work and no play, and maybe that has gotten through to Joy. Maybe that's why she's giving you such a hard time. If you'd kept her a little more busy with some hot screws, then maybe she wouldn't be acting so much the way she is now."
"You do have a point."
"But what's done is done. You can change things. Hell, if you went out and scored a few times, you'd get the old confidence back, and I'll just bet you'd have Joy begging for your hot cook again."
"You mean to say you think it would be a good thing if I went out and tried to score with some broad?"
"I know damn well it would be a good thing," he said. "I think it would loosen you up a little. I get worried about you, Ray. You're just too damned tight all the time. You're going to have to loosen up a little more."
"I am aware of that," I was forced to admit. "Sometimes my stomach is so knotted up at the end of a busy day that I can't even sleep. I'll have a glass of milk, read for a little while, then go back to bed. A lot of the time it just doesn't help at all, I mean these other measures. That stomach just seems to stay knotted and I don't seem to be able to get any sleep."
"Here's what I would do if I were you. That is, provided you don't mind me making a suggestion."
"You're about the most sensible guy I know, Al. Go ahead and make a suggestion."
He took a sip from his bloody mary, then spoke.
"Here's the situation. You're absolutely busting your ass, and for what? This business can be run just as well without you getting that uptight and putting in that many hours. I think what you ought to do is spend the afternoon in here."
"In here? But why?"
"You'd be surprised at some of the cuties who walk in this place," he grinned. "I've made some pretty good contacts in here. Of course, I get pretty well acquainted with the bartenders, and they often introduce me to different girls. But usually I make them on my own. You're a pretty good looking guy, Ray, and you've got a good line of gab. Just use it properly and I'll bet you walk out of here with a gorgeous broad on your arm."
"I'm just not much at that kind of conversation," I said. "I'm all right when it comes to discussing business with somebody like you, but when it comes to some stranger, particularly a chick, I'm often very ill at ease."
"You've never given yourself a chance, Ray," he said. "Believe me, I can see you a lot more clearly than you can see yourself at this point. I've got perspective on you, old boy. You're too close to the scene, too mired in your own problems. But if you'll just let yourself go, stay around here and have a few drinks, maybe pick up some chick and take her either over to her place or some motel not far away, you're going to feel like a new man. When you get to that point, when you loosen up a little, I'll just bet that Joy will want to fuck you."
"You really think that's what I need to do?"
"Of course. Why don't you let me take care of things at the office this afternoon. Hell, I'm willing to assume more responsibilities than I have up to now. The big reason why you've been assuming so many more is because you wanted to. You've insisted on doing just too many things by yourself."
"You know, maybe you're right."
"Of course I'm right," he said with total certainty. "You only live once, and you don't want to knock yourself out for this fucking business. Sure, it's been a big money-maker, but you've made a pile already. You've already achieved more than most guys ever dream of. So sit back and rest on your laurels a little. I don't mean you've got to let everything go to pot. It's just that you ought to loosen up a little. If anything, the business might improve. I'm sure anyway that it won't get any worse."
"You know, Al, you've really opened my eyes today."
"If you want to know the truth, old buddy, that's the big reason why I wanted to have lunch with you. I figured I could straighten you out on a number of things."
"You have, and I thank you."
"Don't mention it. I know you'd do the same for me."
"I certainly would."
"So remember what I said. Just take things a little easier."
"I'll certainly try."
I began by following his advice to the letter. He left as soon as he downed an after-dinner drink. He left me by myself with assurances that he would take care of everything at the office.
It was funny, but I already felt several years younger when he left. I could feel a tremendous pressure being lifted from me. I recognized just how right he was. I should have given him more responsibilities all along. As he said, he was my partner, and a very skilled partner at that. He knew the ropes of the advertising business as well as I did.
I got up from the table and walked over to the bar. I decided to employ his suggested approach. Maybe with a few more drinks under my belt, I would develop a certain recklessness that would enable me to make contact with the opposite sex.
At that point things were very slow at the bar. The luncheon clientele had left, and things were in a mid-afternoon lull. I figured that, by having a few more drinks, I would put myself into a better frame. That way I would be looser and better able to communicate with any woman who would happen to drop by.
I switched promptly from bloody marys to scotch on the rocks. I was in the midst of my third when an attractive woman in a fancy white dress sat down several stools away from me. She appeared to be a bleached blonde, and was stacked. I liked the air with which she carried herself.
My first response was to belt down the remainder of my drink. I immediately ordered another. I took a quick sip from my fresh drink, then looked over at her.
"Can I buy you a drink?" I asked with a smile.
"No, thank you," she shook her head coldly. "I'm waiting for someone."
"Oh, I see."
A few minutes later a distinguished looking guy in a sport outfit sat down next to the bleached blonde. They had a drink, and promptly left. I felt like a fool for making a pitch and striking out.
I proceeded to have three more drinks after that. By that time I was getting good and drunk. No action seemed to materialize.
Finally a good looking young girl sat down not far from me. She was a brunette, and appeared to be in her middle twenties. I thought about that brunette that Al had met the evening before, and wondered if perhaps that was a good omen for me.
By that time I had had enough to drink to where I was able to be a little bolder in my actions than I would have been otherwise.
"I hope you don't mind me telling you," I looked over at her and grinned, "but you're a very beautiful young lady."
"Thank you. I've been told that before."
"I'm sure you have."
There was silence at her end. I realized that, if the conversation were to continue, it would have to be as a result of my initiative.
"Could I buy you a drink?" I asked.
"No thanks," she said briskly. "I've got a full one right here."
"Then how about me buying you another full one?" I chuckled.
"No thanks."
"Then do you mind if I sit next to you and talk?"
"You can sit next to me if you want to, since I don't own these bar stools," she said. "But that doesn't mean that I have to talk to you. As a matter-of-fact, I'm not in any mood to talk to you. I'm just having a quiet drink before going over to my fiance's pad."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't notice any ring."
"You didn't notice any because there isn't any right now," she looked at me, now very perturbed. "If I play my cards right, there will be. But it's none of your business anyway."
"I suppose it isn't," I nodded, feeling more embarrassed with every sentence.
"So please don't bug me."
"I wasn't trying to."
"Maybe you weren't. It just seemed to work out that way."
I felt like about two cents. I went back to my drink and she went back to hers. She quickly finished hers, got up from the stool, and strode out of the bar. She never once looked at me.
By that time I was so disgusted that I just had to leave. My two efforts to make contact with women had failed miserably. I finished my drink and left.
As I drove down Sunset I contemplated the possibility of stopping at another bar. I decided against it, however, going home instead. I was very disgusted over the way things had worked out. At first, in the immediate aftermath of Al's suggestion, I was feeling good. I felt a tremendous tension lift. I was away from the responsibilities of that office for a little while. But after encountering nothing but frustration at the bar, I wanted to go home and forget it all.
I swung into the driveway, promptly observing that there were no cars in it. That meant that my dear wife was out on another one of her many excursions. If it weren't some kind of club meeting, it would be an outing with friends of hers. She would get some more of those cockeyed ideas that she was expounding the night before about how we men were taking such great advantage of women.
It was just as well that I was alone. I wanted it to be that way. All I wanted to do was sit down at the bar, make myself a drink, and mope a little.
I turned on the stereo to a restful semi-classical station, then sat down at the bar. I fixed myself a scotch on the rocks, which I sipped slowly.
My mind slipped back to what had happened the night before. Then it moved forward to that afternoon. I could see those two good looking women seated not far from me at the bar. I remembered their words as they cut me off in no uncertain terms.
All the while my itchy cock continued to cry out with need.
CHAPTER SIX
I was in the middle of my third scotch and was getting progressively dizzier.
Not only was I getting dizzy. I was wallowing around in self-pity. I was distressed over the way things were going.
Here I was, a wealthy, highly-famous executive, written up in national magazines, and I didn't even have a regular way of getting my rocks off.
Of course, I had to recognize, that I also had myself to blame. Like Al had said, I had more or less left the rest of me behind at the office. That had been my religion, my unswerving desire. I had passionately dedicated myself to getting ahead, to becoming not just a successful advertising man, but the best possible advertising man around. Once I had made the grade, once I had accomplished my objective, I felt that I could not let up. I was like the heavyweight champion of the world carefully safeguarding my crown. I recognized that if I let up even for an instant, I might wind up at the lower rungs of the heap.
But now all that was totally removed from me. It was amazing how quickly I was able to discard it with one lecture from Al and a number of drinks. The drinks had done nothing r more than bring one problem into sharp focus-I needed some meaningful sexual release, and I needed it badly.
While I sipped my liquor and listened to the soft sounds of the stereo, I heard a car pull up in the driveway.
I got up from the bar stool and walked quickly toward the front window. I looked out of it and observed my beautiful young daughter getting out of her yellow Pinto.
I was proud of Renee, a voluptuous girl who had inherited her mother's overpowering good looks. Her hair coloring was a magnificent chestnut, and her eyes were brown. But even though her coloring was not like Joy's, her facial structure was. She had the same kind of high cheekbones and sensuous thick lips.
As I watched her walk toward the door, I observed her overpowering figure. She had the same kind of potent breasts that Joy possessed. They were firm and rippling with excitement, while her hips and ass were also beautifully contoured. She also had inherited her mother's extraordinary legs, right down to those exquisitely tapered ankles.
She wore a white pants suit that brought out the fullness of her lines. I kept thinking about how great a catch she would be, and felt a bit different about how she must have been pursued at school. I had always told her to avoid promiscuous contact. I wanted her to save herself for the right man.
She walked in the door as I stood in the middle of the living room with my drink in hand.
"Hello there, honey," I grinned, a little embarrassed over her discovering me with the glass in my hand. The embarrassment was further compounded by the fact that I was very drunk by that time.
"You're home awfully early today, daddy," she smiled as she walked into the living room.
"I know, I decided to take the afternoon off from the office."
"You took it off to get smashed?" she grinned.
"No, it just worked out that way."
"I just finished fighting off one of the boys at school."
"Good girl," I nodded, complimenting her.
"This guy was all hands, and all I wanted "was a little innocent necking," she explained.
"Just how far did the son-of-a-bitch get?" my fatherly anger surfaced.
"Oh, daddy, relax. It was nothing. He copped a feel of my tits, and that was it. I didn't let him get any further than that. I knew that he was just one step removed from letting those fingers go to work inside my panties. He wanted to play with my pussy. Then he would have fucked me."
"You're sure blunt about all this," I said, a lit tie taken aback. "I'm surprised at your using such blunt language. As for this young upstart, I just wish you'd tell me who he is. I've got a good mind to break his neck for him for treating my little girl like this."
"Daddy, you're too up-tight," she laughed loudly. "Just relax."
"Everybody seems to be telling me to relax now."
"You're sounding like somebody from the dark ages. Remember, I'm seventeen years old now, and I know the score about these things. I didn't let this guy get past first base because I didn't want him to. As far as I was concerned, he was good for a little kissing, and that was it. But there have been other boys that I've gone further with, and I might just as well tell you that."
"Just how far?" I asked, receiving another stiff jolt.
"How far do people usually go?" she looked at me, making me appear like an ass for asking such a stupid question. "I've had a few of them shoot their rocks off inside my pussy."
"So what you're telling me is that you aren't a virgin anymore."
"Isn't that the way it usually works? You break a girl's cherry, then she ceases being a virgin. I had mine broken better than a year ago, and I haven't regretted it one bit."
"That's real nice," I growled. "So you want to think of yourself as some kind of little slut."
"I don't want to hear any of that talk," she shot back angrily. "Just because I've had a few guys at school fuck me doesn't mean that I'm some kind of tramp. After all, this isn't the dark ages, even though you might expect me to think of it as that."
"I suppose my lectures haven't meant one solitary thing to you," I said, more crushed than anything else by her revelations. "I suppose that telling you how important it was to maintain yourself as a lady for the right man just didn't hold any water at all."
"Of course, it didn't," she laughed right in my face. "Just because you might have thought that way when you were my age doesn't mean that I should. As a matter-of-fact, I'll bet you didn't think that way at all. I'll bet you were just like these young guys at school, trying to get inside the girls' pants. You fathers make me laugh. You expect your daughters to be virgins, and if they aren't, you get all bent out of shape over it. But what were you doing when you were in school? Don't tell me that if you saw any chicks like me, you didn't want to bang them. I'll bet you went after a lot of them that weren't even as good looking as I am."
"Your looks have nothing to do with it," I said. "You're absolutely beautiful, which makes you prime bait. But that's all the more reason why you've got to be steadfast and say no. The more beautiful a girl is, the more chances she gets. But aside from that, looks shouldn't have anything to do with it. Just because she's getting more chances doesn't mean that she should give in."
"That's your way of looking at it," she laughed. "I have my own way. I guess you're still frustrated over mother's cutting you off last night."
"Just what do you mean by that?" I set my glass down abruptly.
"You don't think I can see and hear things that go on around here?" she laughed. "You were making so much of a commotion yelling at her, that it woke me up. I decided to investigate what was going on. I watched you in action. I saw the end of that pussy-suck. I really can see why mother wanted to marry you. You've got a fantastic tongue, along with a big cock. I'll bet you would have really satisfied her, if she'd given you the chance. I personally thought it was kind of dirty of her not to let you do it. But when she wants to prove a point, nobody can stop her. She's as stubborn as they come."
"You ought to stay in your own room where you belong," I exploded. "Those personal matters involving your mother and me have no place in your life. You ought to concentrate on your own activities. And you ought to start thinking about what I said. If you play around too much, you'll be considered a very poor marital prospect. Maybe you'll have fun, but those guys that are screwing you won't respect you one bit."
"That's why mother didn't want you to screw her last night," she laughed. "So what you're doing is agreeing with mother. Maybe you'd better apologize to her for getting all that angry, since you obviously feel now that she was right."
I had to admit the girl had a razor-like brain. I could have slapped her at that instant, since she had thrown my argument back in my face by telling me that Joy was using the same argument on me the night before that I was using on Renee right then.
"You really ought to be more consistent in your thinking, daddy," she grinned, enjoying the fact that she had assumed the upper hand in the conversation. "Mother was saying the same thing last night that you're saying right now."
"That's different," I blurted.
"How is it different?"
"Because she's my wife, and you're my daughter. You're a whole lot younger than she is. You ought to live a little differently. You'd just better start safeguarding yourself against a lot of sex action. You might be getting kicks now, but you'll feel a lot different about the whole thing later."
"You know, daddy, you're awfully cute, especially when you get mad," she looked at me. Her eyes narrowed sexily. I got a look at those beautiful breasts, and sure enough my old cock popped out. "You really have a beautiful cock, too. I really loved looking at it last night. I still think it was terribly dirty of mother to do that to you. I was on your side then, and that's why I find it so incredible to hear you giving me a completely different line now. But, then again, people really aren't that consistent anymore. I do think you're a very handsome, appealing man. I just wish that I had had the chance that mother blew last night."
"Don't even talk about such a thing," I snapped.
But I snapped too hard, and she recognized it. It was one of those nervous occasions when a guy felt that, as a matter of record, he had to register sharp disapproval. But I really wasn't feeling disapproval down deep. I was turned on by this beautiful girl who stood before me. She was like a younger version of her mother, but with different coloring. The sparkle she exuded reminded me very much of the sexy, bustling young Joy that I had met years before.
"I don't think it's so dirty for a daughter to say that she digs her daddy," she smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, I'd love to have that prick of yours grinding around inside my pussy. I'm sure you would find it a very accommodating snatch, and you'd find it every bit as tight as mother's. Yes, you'd really enjoy it."
"Honey, you're just going to have to cut out that talk."
"All right, I won't talk anymore," she nodded. "I'm going to climb these stairs and go to my bedroom. I think I'll just take off my clothes and lie down. If you'd like to come up there and talk to me, you're more than welcome to."
Now my penis was pressing tightly against the outline of my shorts as I watched her mount the stairs.
I watched that beautifully constructed ass of hers flounce back and forth. It was a superb ass, perfectly shaped, just like Joy's.
It was just like being transported back about twenty years, to the time that I experienced for the one and only time in my life over-powering sensual love that left me limp. That was what Joy had done to me, and I could see that my beautiful seventeen-year-old daughter was the very same type of over-powering woman.
I kept watching that ass as it bounced back and forth. She reached the second floor and turned toward her room.
I walked over to the bar and nervously made myself another drink. I belted it down quickly in two stiff gulps.
I recognized that the girl was giving me a clear invitation to visit her in her room. I recognized how wrong it was, and how it would violate every principle that I had attempted to instill in her, the kind of principles that she had summarily rejected.
But right or wrong, I kept on thinking about her. I wondered what it would be like to look at that beautiful body totally nude.
My poor cock was standing on end. The sexual curiosity was really getting to me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The more I thought about my beautiful daughter sitting up in that bedroom, providing me with an open invitation to visit her, the more depressed I became.
My cock was standing on end! I just couldn't hold back the flood-tide of passion inside me anymore. I was forced to yield to temptation. I was forced to walk up those stairs and toward her bedroom.
My body trembled as I walked up the stairs, mounting them quickly, impatient with lust. My heart was thumping and my head swirled.
I knew I might be walking into a trap, a terrible one from which I could not pull back, but my passions were guiding me by that point. My cock was throbbing with anxiety, and the frustrations I had experienced over the last two days had contributed to the general feeling of sexual helplessness that was drawing me to her.
The next thing I knew I was standing outside her door. I extended my right hand forward and knocked on the door.
"Come in, daddy, it's open," she said with a casual air.
I opened the door and walked inside. Much to my surprise, she was still fully clothed. She was lying on her back in the middle of the bed, gazing casually up at the ceiling.
"I just knew you'd come," she said softly. "What made you so confident?"
"The way you looked at me, and the way that cock of yours was reacting. You're in a very horny state right now, daddy."
"I don't suppose it's any use pretending. I know I am."
"There's nothing to be ashamed about."
"I'm not so sure."
"What are you so up-tight about?" she looked at me with mild disgust.
"It's not every day that a father, particularly one who has tried to be particular with his daughter, walks into her bedroom."
"There's nothing to worry about," she laughed. "I've got two girlfriends who have been humped several times by their fathers."
"I don't want to even hear about things like that."
"You can act like such a prude at times," she laughed.
"I thought you said you'd be undressed."
"No, I said that just to get you up here."
"What is this? Some kind of game?" I asked. "No, I just wanted to give you a chance to take my clothes off. I thought you might get a much bigger thrill out of it that way."
"You really want me to do that?"
"Of course, I invited you up here, didn't I?"
"Yes, you did."
"Well, I did it for a reason. I want you to strip me, after you've stripped yourself. I want to see that strapping body of yours. You look very good for a man of your age, daddy. In fact, you look good for a man of any age. You know, I got so turned on just looking at you last night, that I went back to bed and had to finger myself off."
"I suppose I should consider that some kind of compliment, but it sounds awfully strange, hearing your daughter tell you that she was eavesdropping on you when you were having sex with your wife."
"I didn't see anything shocking. It might startle you to hear this, daddy, but I knew that you fucked your wife."
"I suppose you did. I guess you could figure that out all by yourself."
"Yes, I could. Now please take off those clothes of yours. I want to see that hard bulging cock again."
"I don't suppose I can disappoint you after going this far."
"No, I'd consider it unforgivable."
"I suppose you would."
"Not only that, but your prick would consider it unforgivable if it didn't experience sensations from me now that you've gone this far."
"I suppose you're right about that as well," I had to admit.
My ego was feeling a tremendous lift over the fact that she was that hot for my body. It wasn't often that I had a beautiful woman demanding that I strip. It had been quite some time since Joy had become that immersed with the possibilities of sex action that she craved for it in such an open fashion.
She leaned forward on the bed with mounting interest. As I watched those beautiful brown eyes widen with expression, I recognized that I must do everything in my power to accommodate her.
I removed my shirt quickly, then took off my tie. I discarded both items on the back of a chair. My next step was to pull off my trousers. I tugged at them, pulling them down until I was able to step out of them.
Now all that was left was my underwear. I observed that, the further along I got in the act of undressing, the greater the degree of excitement that manifested itself on her beautiful face.
"Oh, daddy, you're absolutely gorgeous," she laughed.
"Go easy on that," I laughed. "You call me gorgeous and you'll make me sound like some kind of fag. I'm not gorgeous, baby, I'm handsome, if I'm anything."
"Okay, then you're handsome. All I know is that I want to be fucked by you. I just couldn't stand it watching you last night. I wanted to run into that room and shove my pussy onto that big cock of yours. I really wanted to do it, especially after mother turned you down."
"It's a good thing you didn't. Your mother never would have forgiven you."
"No, I guess she wouldn't have," she laughed.
I slipped off my T-shirt, then removed my shorts. When she got a load of my huge dick, that smile of hers widened some more and she nodded several times.
"Oh, that's just how it was last night, it's every bit as hard now," she said. "I was afraid for a minute that you'd had so much to drink that you wouldn't be able to get it up quite that far. But you did. It's wonderful, and I want to be fucked by you. I want that hot burning cock inside me. But first, daddy, come on over here and take off my clothes. I want to be stripped by you. I want to be kissed by you, I want to be fucked by you, I want to be sucked by you. I want to do everything with you, I want to make wild love, let's fuck, daddy, let's have a great time."
"You're driving me out of my mind with that kind of conversation," I said. "It's such a temptation being around somebody like you. Imagine me having a daughter with such over-powering attractiveness."
"Well, let's not fight it. Let's give in to it," she said.. "Come on and fuck me, daddy, I really want it. I'm expecting it. Do it to me, daddy, fuck me, oh, fuck me."
"Right now I would do anything you asked."
"That's just the kind of talk I wanted to hear.
I love you, daddy, and I want some action from that stiff cock of yours."
"Will I ever be going after you with it."
"Would you say that I'm big game?"
"I'd say that you're beautiful game."
"Come over here and kiss me."
Now she was sitting up on the bed. She spread her arms out and let them grab me with a potent, dramatic thrust.
Now our lips were locked against each other. It was wonderfully exciting to have them pressing against each other so eagerly.
"Oh, you kiss so beautifully," she said after I broke our lengthy kiss.
"How'd you like for me to french you?"
"That would be wonderful, so wonderful." She really had an over-powering effect on me. It was just like being transported back to my youth, just like courting Joy one more time.
She was so soft and radiant in my arms. I loved the fact that her skin was firm, yet soft at the same time, just like her mother's had always been.
I thrust my tongue out and let it slip inside her mouth. Back and forth I let it slide, enjoying eagerly every bit of passionate sensation I could muster inside her hot mouth.
It was so magnificently wonderful to have my tongue flicking against hers that I could not stop. I had initially intended on just letting my tongue run against hers for several passionate strokes. But once I got the old engine running, there was no stopping it. It was just like an automobile roaring downhill without brakes.
Speaking of brakes, I had no intention of applying mine. I was enjoying too much the sensations attached to letting my tongue lock and slide with great passion against hers.
The more times my tongue slipped against hers, the faster my heart began beating. It pulsated with great rapidity as our tongues continued entwining around one another.
By the time I broke our very lengthy french kiss, her body was trembling with greater anticipation than before. I still had her locked securely in my arms, and I picked up her wonderful womanly scent, which was enhanced by the expensive French perfume that she was wearing.
Even though I had wanted to fracture the young guy's skull, I really couldn't blame some guy for trying to get as much in the way of sexual satisfaction as he could from a girl like Renee. Just as she had said, if I had been in the young man's circumstances, I no doubt would have done the same thing. In fact, I might have gone even further. I might have refused to take no for an answer.
I showered her with another quick series of kisses. This time I confined my activities to her lips. All the while our bodies were beginning to tremble with great passion.
"Please take my clothes off now, daddy, I need you to. I'm getting so hot I can't stand it. That pussy of mine is itching like crazy," she murmured.
"I'm with you," I nodded, "I'm so eager to see you nude that you just wouldn't believe it."
"I'm sure you won't be disappointed by me."
"I know I won't, just from what I'm able to see now."
"That's so kind of you to say. I really want you to be happy with me."
"If I were any happier right now, I'd orgasm on the spot," I said bluntly. "As a matter-of-fact, I'm not that far away from orgasming right now."
"Neither am I."
"Yes, I'm going to make love to my beautiful girl."
"Strip me clean, daddy, I want you to."
"That skin of yours is so lovely. I really love to touch it."
"Take off every stitch, I want to be completely nude for you," she said. "Just like you're completely nude for me. That's the way it has got to be, baby."
Now my hands were hooking around the top of her suit. As I grabbed the material, my cock felt some more exciting urges.
Once I got hot, there was no turning back. I would have to go all the way with her, and I would enjoy every delightful minute.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The faster I tugged at that material, the more my fingers began to tremble.
I just had to get those clothes off, and fast. I was eager to see those beautiful breasts fully exposed. I was confident that would be every bit as passionately voluptuous as those of Joy.
Now I had her suit top off. I quickly let my fingers go to work on her bra. I pulled and tugged with my trembling fingers at the strap which held it together.
I slipped it off and flung it on the floor. That was where I had also flung the top to her suit. At that point, neither one of us cared about anything other than the moment at hand, the critical moment of truth wherein I would have her totally nude and we would be able to make love to each other in uninhibited fashion.
Once I got that bra off, I was able to look at those beautiful boobs. They appeared to be even larger than those of Joy. I let my eager fingers close in on them. I twisted my fingers around the nipples, toying with them, creating more urges inside her.
"Oh, that feels so great, it feels so wonderful the way you're playing with those nipples," she said. "Keep that up, keep toying with those nipples. I really love it, it's great action."
"These are the most beautiful tits I've ever seen," I gasped.
"I don't think they are, but I appreciate what you're saying, daddy."
"But they are. I'm not exaggerating one bit. They're fantastic, beautiful breasts. And I love them."
To illustrate just how inspired I was by her tits, I reached over and kissed them. She began to sigh, enjoying the attention which I was providing.
Even though the breasts were magnificent, and I loved putting my sexual urges into direct action on them, I recognized that I would have to finish the job of stripping her. That was of crucial importance to both of us.
Now those nervous fingers of mine were finding their way down to her suit bottom. I let them continue to go to work until I was able to pull the slacks off of her.
When I saw the beautiful firm skin of her legs surface, I became all the more enchanted with her magnificent bodily endowments.
When I pulled her suit bottom down all the way to her ankles, I observed how trim and lovely they were. She was put together every bit as magnificently as Joy, if not more so.
Once I finished discarding her slacks, all that stood in my way between having her almost nude and totally there was her panties.
I reached out and enthusiastically grabbed a hold of the silky garment. I snapped the elastic several times against her smooth, lovely skin, grinning as I did it.
"I've done that to your mother many times," I laughed, reminiscing about times when things were better between myself and Joy than they were at present.
"I wonder if she digs it as much as I do?"
"I don't know. Do you really dig it?"
"I love it, daddy. Snap the elastic against me as long as you want."
"Fine, but I can't do it for too long. After all, we're both getting very worked up."
"That we definitely are."
I played with her panties for several more seconds. All the while my heart pulsating became more pronounced. I finally began sliding those panties down her creamy thighs.
I was getting so much in the way of kicks just from letting the silk of her panties slide against her beautiful legs that I almost orgasmed from that alone.
"Oh, what beautiful legs, do I ever love to look at them," I said.
"You can do more than look at them, daddy. They're all yours. You can touch them, suck them, do anything you want with them."
"You don't know how good that sounds to me."
"Oh, daddy, I love you."
I kept sliding those panties down her legs. Finally I pulled them off. Now I was able to get a look at that delicious cunt!
I stared with hypnotic fascination at her snatch. I looked at her curled, dangling pubic hairs, which were the same radiant chestnut color as the hair on her head.
I could see the moistness which had already surfaced. It served to make those pussy hairs shine a little more than they would have ordinarily.
Beneath those beautiful tufts of pubic hair, I observed her rosy red vaginal walls. I thought about how wonderful it would be to fasten my cock in that erogenous area.
Since she told me that she had only been fucked a few times by boys at school, her cunt would no doubt be very tight. But it would not be virginal, either, providing the problems of pain and suffering which often accompanied the first piercing stabs of a man's hot pecker inside a vagina.
"You've got a nice snatch," I said.
To demonstrate my concern, I slipped the fingers of my right hand over that flaming box, which was already moist with excitement.
I observed that, as soon as I began touching it, her entire body began to quiver, particularly around the legs.
"Oh, that's so nice, it's so nice when you touch me down there," she exclaimed. "It's so private, so intimate, it's something that we're sharing all by ourselves. I love the way you're maneuvering those fingers, daddy. You're not doing it too fast, you're doing it nice and slow, just right, just the way I like to be touched down there."
I moved those fingers around there for a few more seconds. Then I became eager for more intimate association with her beautiful body.
"I would like to kiss your cunt," I said.
"Oh, I'll spread these legs for you any time, daddy. Go down there and kiss it. I'd love that."
She parted her legs some more, giving me a fantastic view of that inviting snatch.
I immediately dropped my head downward. I puckered up my lips and kissed her moist, warm snatch. It felt so good that I kissed her several times in rapid succession. Each kiss was a little more enthusiastic than its predecessor had been.
"Oh, I love those sensations. Keep it up," she said.
She got me turned on all the more by the way she flipped her body back and forth to meet my movements. She let those hips sway and her ass-cheeks flail back and forth behind her as I kissed her pussy several times.
"Suck me down there, daddy, suck my cunt," she begged. "You've got me all hot down there with your kissing. Oh, can you kiss. And I know you can suck. I saw the great job you did on mother's twat last night. Please give me the same kind of action. Please make me your lover. I want you to suck me down there, I want to give you my hot juices. Please, oh please, suck me."
Her urgent message left me with no alternative other than to suck her, not that I wanted to get out of something like that. I was so turned on by her beauty that there was no stopping me. I just had to taste the wonderful, delightful sensations of that hot pussy.
I just had to experience the flavorful sensations provided by her hot juice. I would savor every taste of it.
My tongue began moving at a frenzied clip. I would not permit myself a few minutes of time getting acclimated. The situation was too crucial for that. I was so hot for her that there was no postponing the inevitable.
She had a hot pussy that was already moist from sensations that I had implanted into her through kissing and other activities. Now all I had to do was suck her a few times and she would be shooting off her juices inside my waiting mouth.
"Suck it, keep sucking, keep sucking my pussy," she exclaimed with great passion.
I let my fingers grasp her hot ass-cheeks while my tongue continued to implant itself inside her warm, inspiring nest, with which I loved to make devastating contact.
Now I was proceeding at a fantastic pace, getting her so hot and so eager for orgasm that her body was on the verge of going completely out of control.
Her entire body shook with great passion. The tremulous waves of excitement given off by her projected themselves dramatically to me. As she allowed her body to rock back and forth with uninhibited delight, my own tongue spun all the more out of control.
Now I was sucking her with everything I had, determined to give her every bit of delightful sensation that I could summon forth.
"Keep it up, keep sucking me, I'm almost there, I'm going to shoot in your mouth. I'm going to fuck you in the mouth, daddy. Keep sucking me, daddy. Keep sucking," she implored.
That was precisely what I did. My tongue drove frenziedly around that warm box of hers. Her forward bodily thrusts met my tongue stabs, and as we got further along, she became all the more excited. She was moving that much closer to that instant of orgasmic delight that we both savored.
My fingers were probing now more diligently than before as they made brisk, steady contact with her hot ass-cheeks. I was a man possessed, determined to do just one thing at that point, get her hot juices. The faster I sucked her, the more noticeably she began to pant.
"I can't take much more of your beautiful movements, you're too much, daddy. You're the best suck a girl could have, my pussy is so hot that it's going to explode, it just can't help but explode. Keep licking me there, keep licking my hot cunt. I want your suck, I really want it. I love your suck. Oh, please keep it up. Keep sucking me there, I'm burning up between my legs," she gasped.
I drilled her for several more strokes. At that point she released her juices into my mouth. As she did, she let out a lengthy sigh.
She looked a great deal more relieved after I finished swallowing her last drops of juice. It had been a fitting climax to a wonderful experience that we were able to share.
"You really get turned on when a guy sucks you," I said.
"Not just any guy. But when you do it, it's something real special. You put everything you've got into it."
"With a beautiful girl like you to suck, there's just no other way. You're wonderful, honey, you're just great."
"I want to do it every which way with you."
"I love hearing you talk that way."
"See, is it all that bad fucking with your own daughter?"
"No, it isn't. As a matter-of-fact, it's wonderful. But it took an awful lot to get me to let myself go to the point of being able to do it."
"You people have such weird hang-ups," she laughed.
"What do you mean by 'you people'?"
"I mean people of your generation. You stick with me long enough and you'll learn how to put my motto into practice."
"What's that?"
"Let it all hang out."
"I see," I nodded.
She burst into loud laughter. She had enjoyed the brisk contact we had shared, and she was looking forward to a great deal more.
She looked at my cock. Her eyes remained fixed on my flaming digit for quite awhile.
She raised her body upward and allowed her left hand to extend forward. She grabbed a hold of my huge cock, letting her fingers slide up and down it.
"What a beautiful cock," she sighed.
"I love the way you're touching it."
"I'll get it so hot that you just can't stand it. Just like you got my cunt a few seconds ago."
"I know you can do that."
"Yes, I certainly can."
"You're such a sexy girl. You know so much about how to make a man happy."
"When I dig a guy, I'll do anything for him. I'll suck out his ass, I'll suck his cock, suck his balls, let him fuck me up the pussy. You name it, he can do it. He can suck my armpits, he can french with me, he can do whatever he wants to. That's the only way to make love, as far as I'm concerned."
"Oh, honey, you're just great."
"Just let me keep on pumping up and down on this prick."
"It's yours to do with as you see fit. Play with it, move those fingers up and down it. I love it."
"You're as hot for sex as I am."
"I know, I guess you picked that trait up from your father."
"I guess I did. Thank you for it."
"You're welcome."
"How can I ever repay you?"
"You're repaying me right now by the way you're putting those fingers to work on my prick. Let my balls have a little action, though, too."
"I wouldn't think of discriminating against your wonderful balls."
While she let her left hand slide up and down over my pulsating dick, she let the fingers of her right hand go to work around my testicles. Now it was my body that was trembling.
CHAPTER NINE
She continued to briskly run her fingers up and down my hard dong.
The longer that Renee put those fingers to work on my dick, the hotter I became. I began to percolate with zestful anxiety. I wanted to shoot off my hot dick inside her.
"You like this action?" she looked at me and smiled.
"I love it," I said. "It's fantastic, just keep it up, just keep it up a little while longer. I'll stop you when I get to the point when I can't take it any more. Then we'll have to go on to something else."
"I love playing with this dick."
"And give those balls some attention, too."
"Oh, I will, I will."
She kept up that brisk activity, letting her fingers work up and down the lengthy base of my enormous rod. She also toyed simultaneously with my balls, bringing me to the point where I knew I would have to be releasing my juices very shortly.
"I guess you'd better stop now," I said when the passion swelled up to such an extent that I could barely hold back the flood-tide that was inside me and begging for immediate release.
"Whatever you say, daddy," she said, releasing her fingers from my hard dick.
"How would you like me to suck on it?" she asked.
"That might be fine for later, but right now I'm entranced by that hot pussy of yours."
"So you think I've got a delicious little snatch?"
"I know you have," I said. "I've already eaten it, so I certainly should know about that. But what I mean is that I want to fuck your cunt, I want to shove that hot dagger-like prick of mine into it."
"That sounds very inspiring. I'm happy to have you do it."
"I thank you for the offer about the suck, though," I smiled. "As a matter-of-fact, if I weren't so hot that I just couldn't hold back anymore, I'd let you suck me now. But I know darn well that if you did, I'd probably be fucking you in the mouth seconds after you started. And I'm real eager right now to' shoot my prick off inside your snatch."
"Whatever you say, I want to please you."
"That's my girl."
"I've always been something of a daddy's girl, haven't I?"
"Yes, I guess you have," I said after pausing a moment, reflectively, "but never before were you a daddy's girl in this particular way."
"No, unfortunately I wasn't. But this is a good time to start."
"I suppose it is, my love."
I looked down between those beautiful creamy legs of hers. I looked at those nice soft yet firm white thighs, and the ankles that rested below them. She did resemble very much her beautiful mother, when it came to bodily construction.
I ran my fingers against those thighs, parting her legs slowly but surely. As I parted them, I looked down at her naked flaming gash, which was moist with a spirit of adventure which I planned on pursuing to the fullest extent.
That cunt of hers was alive and ready to go, and I was planning on feeding my hot pecker to it. I wanted to stab inside that hot vagina with relentless zeal. I wanted to make her my own woman, to drive my flaming dick into her snatch.
"I'm glad now that I got that vasectomy a couple years back," I laughed. "It really comes in handy when you're going to ball your own daughter."
"Oh, yes, daddy, shove it into me," she encouraged.
I let the fingers of both hands glide up and down her legs. I would begin with her thighs, then let them slide down to her ankles. I would then reverse the process, letting them slide upward toward her thighs once more.
My hot meat was ready to penetrate inside her. While I continued letting those fingers play with her legs, I shoved my hot meaty dick forward with a dramatic, dynamic forward thrust.
At first I entered her slowly, planning to make it a gradual approach. I did not want to go too far too fast. I wanted to savor the enjoyable sensations of that hot inviting cunt that I was stabbing my pecker inside of.
That meant that I had to take it extra easy, since otherwise I would have exploded inside her quickly. She was beautiful, and her snatch was tighter than I could have ever expected.
"Oh, slide that pole into me, slide that dick inside me," she begged. "Keep it up, keep stabbing inside me. Keep that prick working in me, fuck me, daddy, keep that big pole sliding inside my pussy."
While I continued feeding her cock, she was busy feeding me her vagina. Her hips contracted back and forth with speedy, erotic movements. She was meeting my every forward thrust, and together we were fashioning a beautiful screw.
"Oh, you're doing a beautiful job. Keep those beautiful hips working. I like that, keep them grinding, keep those hips grinding and I'll keep fucking you," I gasped.
"Oh, keep that cock coming, keep that hot dick inside me. Oh, the way you're fucking me, it's wonderful. Keep that cock driving, keep it grinding, keep screwing me," she gasped.
I leaned forward and allowed my lips to press against hers. Our lips met with dramatic impact, and as they remained locked against each other, I transferred my fingers from her legs upward to her breasts. I squeezed her breasts and nipples, letting the tempo continue to build inside both of us while my penis continued to slide in and out of her hot snatch.
I withdrew my lips from hers.
"Oh, I want you inside my mouth, I want you against my tongue," she cried out with great excitement.
"So you want a hot french kiss?"
"Yes, I really want it, please put that tongue inside me. I want you to french me, baby, I really do."
I slipped my hot tongue inside her mouth. It savored the erotic delight of her tongue. They splashed against each other with consummate skill. We were getting used to providing satisfaction for each other. We were reaching the point where we knew precisely the right types of movements to put into effect for each other.
My tongue slid with dramatic zeal around her tongue. It was wonderful sharing that type of delightful enjoyment. Our blistering pace continued to accelerate as tongue splashed against tongue, and cock met cunt.
Now I was sticking that pecker into her as far as it would go, riding her dramatically, making every hot forward thrust count.
Her body continued thrashing back and forth. She would shove those flaming hips forward and meet my erotic stabs. It was brilliant and dynamic matching our strokes.
Every time that we would put our tongues to work bathing against one another rapidly, I would, in turn, drive my prick into her with that much greater enthusiasm.
Things were gradually spinning out of control as we became captives of our own movements. Now we did not even have to think about what we were doing. We were just doing what strictly came naturally to us.
We were creatures of instinct, and those instincts were governing us as we pushed forward toward a satisfying orgasm.
As I felt myself drawing ever nearer to the big moment of climax, I finally withdrew my tongue from her mouth.
"Hang on, darling, because I'm going to fuck that cunt of yours, I'm going to stab it until those hot juices flow inside of you, and that's going to happen pretty fast," I warned her.
"Oh, yes, shove it into me, fuck me, juice in side me, honey, because I'm going to be juicing real fast."
"Let's see if we can't make it together."
"Yes, I want to make it with you."
We both began panting, and the sweat was pouring from our bodies as we put every bit of excitement we could generate within our bodies into our rapid movements.
I loved the looks of that hot ass and those sparkling legs as they, in unison thrust up to meet me as I pushed my pecker into her.
"Keep shoving that cock into me," she gasped. "Keep on fucking, keep on driving that hot stick into me. I want you to fuck, me, I want you to shoot off your pecker juices inside me."
I kept on driving. I was working myself into a blinding state of passion. I could feel that tremendous itch beginning to surface in both my cock and balls.
My testicles were mushrooming with great excitement, expanding under the impetus of my hot dick movements. I was ready to burst, and we both knew it. Now it was a question of time.
I toyed with her nipples enthusiastically, playing with them and squeezing them dramatically as I reached the final stages preceding climax.
"Hang on there, honey, because I'm going to shoot off this dick," I warned her.
"Yes, yes, I want it."
"You're going to get it, baby, you really are."
"Oh, oh, keep fucking me, I want it, I want it," she exclaimed.
"Oh, honey, I can't hold out anymore. Oh, am I itching, I'm itching all over. Oh, I'm itching, I'm ready to shoot, hang in there,' hang in there," I said.
"I'm ready, too, baby, maybe we can make it together," she said.
"That's wonderful, wonderful. I'm going to kiss you one more time."
"Bury those lips against mine," she said.
I allowed my lips to plunge excitedly against hers. They remained locked as I let out a huge gasp. My entire body convulsed like I had encountered some kind of earth-shattering experience, a great earthquake, perhaps even a volcano.
The hot white liquid shot out of the end of my pecker. It continued to shoot voluminously forward inside her moist snatch. She was also letting out a gasp, and I could tell that she was shooting at the same time.
We created a flood of juices between us. It was a fantastically satisfying moment and I was happy that I had fucked her, as reprehensible an act as I would have initially thought it to be.
"Now was that so bad, fucking your daughter?" she grinned after I removed my prick from her pussy.
I laid down next to her and mopped some sweat off of my brow.
"It was wonderful, so wonderful I can hardly believe it," I said. "This whole thing seems like some kind of dream. I can hardly believe that I just balled with you."
"Apparently you find it harder to believe than I do," she laughed. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time, daddy. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get the chance."
"Well, you did a pretty good job of seducing the old man."
"It was well worth the effort. You're a very handsome guy, daddy."
"Thank you. And you're a very beautiful girl. Not only that, but you're as passionate as any woman I've ever met. Even your mother couldn't top you in that department."
"I guess I sure topped her, though, when you consider the way she was last night."
"Let's not even think about that," I said with a trace of bitterness. "I'd rather savor the memories of what we just enjoyed."
"You know, I would really like to blow you."
"You just never want to let up, do you?"
"It's awfully hard when I'm with somebody like you."
"Your old man's a little tired right now. Do you suppose you could bring him out of this state?"
"I know I could. There's no challenge like a cock to bring oat the woman in me."
"I found that out just a few minutes ago."
The next thing I knew she had her right hand going to work pumping on my cock. Actually, I was selling myself short by talking about getting tired.
Yes, I had been a little tired in the immediate aftermath of shooting, but my cock was still up there enough to where it wouldn't take too much in the way of effort by her to get it back to where it had previously been.
Soon she had those fingers working at a scorching pace. I was getting every bit as itchy and horny as I had been prior to the time that I shot the first time.
"Oh, you're driving me wild. What finger work," I exclaimed.
"Now do you want me to go down on you?"
"Please do, I want to fuck your mouth, I want to see that expression on your face when I'm shooting inside you."
"Oh, daddy, do I ever want to suck you."
She lowered her head and went to work on my hot dong. She let her tongue slip up and down over that bulging, elongated spear.
While her tongue went to work with lightning strokes over my dick, she let her fingers go to work on my balls. She was enjoying those beautiful finger-stabs, which she coordinated superbly with her hot and diligent tongue efforts.
"Oh, suck me, honey, keep that tongue going. You're great, keep that sucking going," I gasped.
She liked the fact that I was enjoying myself to the extent I was. It spurred her on all the more, making her that much hotter.
Up and down that hot tongue of hers worked. The longer she went at it, the closer I came to shooting.
She was such a superb cock-sucker that she had me on the verge of orgasm in no time at all. My daughter, Renee, knew an awful lot more about sex than I could ever have conceived of.
I began thinking about how naive I was. I should have recognized that a girl as beautiful as Renee, living in a generation noted more for sexual experimentation that than in which I grew up, would do some experimenting of her own.
She was magnificent with her tongue, and I liked the way she would slide the tip of my cock over her lip. She did it in such a superbly erotic manner that I just couldn't hold back the flood-tide of juices inside me anymore.
"Oh, get ready, I'm going to shoot, I'm going to fuck you in the mouth. Get ready, catch my juices, Renee baby. I'm going to fuck you," I said.
She continued toying with my balls and running her tongue up and down my hard pecker.
I let out a loud and pronounced sigh seconds later. At that point the hot cock exploded and the juices began flowing out of the tip of my huge dick.
Then we were both happy.
"You can really shoot, daddy," she chuckled, patting me on my ass-cheeks.
"You can really suck."
"I guess we gave each other a great time."
"I guess we did."
We got dressed after that. It was getting late and soon both my son, Gary, and Joy would be home.
"Remember, honey, don't say a word about this to anybody," I smiled, kissing her on the forehead after we had both gotten dressed.
"You're sweet, daddy, very sweet," she said.
As I left her bedroom I scratched my head, still unable to contemplate the full magnitude of it all.
CHAPTER TEN
We had just finished dinner, and I was relaxing in the den looking at a little television when the phone suddenly rang.
Joy picked it up. It was just a few hours after I had enjoyed my beautiful fuck with Renee, and all I wanted to do for the rest of the evening was relax.
"Dear, it's for you," Joy walked into the den and announced.
"Who is it?"
"It's a surprise. Maybe I should let you find out for yourself."
"I don't get it," I scratched my head, getting up from the chair I had been sitting in. "Surprises stopped happening to me years ago."
"Okay, I'll tell you. It's your niece from Dayton."
"Cathy?" I shook my head with great surprise.
"That's who it is. She wants to talk to her uncle."
"Fine, fine."
I walked into the other room and picked up the telephone.
"Cathy, is that you?" I began, still wondering if Joy wasn't pulling something on me.
"Hello, Uncle Ray. How are things out in California?"
"Fine, just fine. So how are things with you?"
"Oh, I guess I can't complain," she chuckled. "I've got a big surprise in store for you."
"What's that?"
"I'll be coming out to see you tomorrow."
"Is this on the level? You're coming to California?" my voice quickly rose.
"That's right. I'm sorry I couldn't give you more notice. I didn't know about it myself until today. I've been on the phone to the administration offices at UCLA. I think I might be attending school out there next year, and they want me to see them tomorrow."
"That's great. We'll be looking forward to seeing you. I suppose you need transportation to get around once you arrive."
"I don't want to impose or anything."
"Nonsense. We've got four cars in this family, and as many drivers. We'll see to it that you're able to get around. How long will you be with us?"
"Oh, only for about a day and a half. You see, I'll be getting in tomorrow afternoon at three. That's at International Airport in Los Angeles."
"Fine. I'll be glad to pick you up then."
"So I decided it would be wise to just rest up for the rest of the afternoon. My appointments are scheduled for the following morning at school."
"That was a wise idea on your part. You always have been a very clever girl."
"Thank you. Everybody says I get that trait from my uncle."
"I don't know if that's true, but that's sure nice of you to say," I laughed.
We talked for a few more minutes. After that I had a few words with my sister, Sally, and her husband. I hung up the phone, still in a state of bewilderment concerning the conversation.
I thought about the last time I had seen young Cathy. It had been three years earlier, at a time when she was just beginning high school. I had been attending a convention in Cleveland, and had decided to spend a little time in Dayton after the convention wound up.
To tell the truth, I hadn't really thought that much of Cathy. She was a very serious-minded girl, and she always seemed to have her nose in a book.
She was tall and gangly, and wore her black hair in pigtails. To make matters worse, she wore a pair of thick, horn-rimmed glasses with black frames. The color of the frames, coupled with her hair, gave her a funereal air. In addition, she had braces on her teeth.
I thought about what a beautiful daughter I had, and kind of felt sorry for my poor sister Sally, since Cathy did not have any physical charm whatsoever.
I had to remember, though, that she was a bright girl, and basically a very nice person. So I would do my very best to make her stay enjoyable. I would throw open the guesthouse to her, extending her every luxury that I could put forward.
I got to bed early that night. I arrived at the office before anybody else, planning to get a good deal of work out of the way so that I could take the time off in the afternoon to pick up Cathy.
I could always have delegated the responsibility to Joy, except that I felt I should take care of this responsibility myself. I had been very close to Sally, and had wanted to do all that I could to show my love and affection for my sister in the form of helping her daughter.
Al Davis burst into my office a few minutes after nine.
"Well, you're on the job bright and early," he smiled, sitting down across from my desk. He had a cup of coffee in his hand, as was his normal custom.
"Hell, I got here at a few minutes past six."
"Just what are you trying to prove? I thought you bought what I had told you yesterday."
"As a matter-of-fact, I did. I just had to get here early today, because I'll be leaving early in the afternoon."
"Oh yeah? Mind telling me why?"
"Not at all. I'm picking up my niece. She'll be in town just for a little better than a day."
"Oh, the daughter of your sister? The gal from Dayton?"
"That's the one."
"How old is she?" Al smiled.
"Don't get any weird ideas. She's seventeen, but she doesn't have enough going for her to interest you."
"Too bad, because I like them young."
"That young?"
"Hell, yes. I'll take them even younger, if I can get away with it."
"Playing with that jail-bait can be really dangerous."
"I like to live dangerously, especially where pussy is concerned."
He winked, got up from his chair, and walked out of the office. I was happy that he hadn't asked me how things had gone the preceding afternoon. I didn't want to tell him about my inability to score at Scandia's. I had some fond memories to treasure concerning the preceding day, but they were the kind that I did not want to share with anybody.
As wild as Al was, he would have been extremely surprised to hear about me balling with my own daughter. That might have been even too much for him to take.
I managed to finish a good deal of work prior to leaving the office at a few minutes past two.
I drove to the airport, wondering just how Cathy would act around me.
In the past, she had been polite but distant. It wasn't anything personal, it was just her basic attitude, whether it came to dealing with me or somebody else.
It was difficult, as usual, finding a place to park at the airport.
I had to park a good distance away from where she would be landing. I walked briskly, hoping that I would not be late.
As it turned out, I was about a half an hour early. Her plane had been delayed by that long.
At long last I saw the passengers swarm through the door, heading into the waiting room where I was standing along with the other relatives and well-wishers of the passengers.
I looked all over, attempting to find Cathy. When I saw no one who appeared to fit the description of the young girl I had known three years before, I began getting worried.
I walked over to the reception desk and asked the man behind it:
"Excuse me. Is that the flight from Ohio?"
"Yes, sir. That's the one," the man confirmed with a vigorous nod.
"Thank you."
I walked away. I couldn't understand what was happening. Perhaps she had cancelled at the last moment. Maybe somehow I had failed to receive a message concerning such a cancellation.
As I turned toward the center of the milling throng of passengers who had gotten off of the plane, I saw a bright-eyed and beautiful young woman waving to me and grinning as she walked toward me.
"Uncle Ray," she chuckled.
I froze on the spot. My body stiffened and my brow wrinkled with shock.
I just couldn't believe it as I watched this voluptuous young creature walk toward me. She was devoid of glasses and minus the braces that she had worn before.
Whereas the girl I had known was consistently wearing her hair in pigtails, this girl allowed her long shimmering black hair to come down to her shoulders.
I thought about how gangly she had been. Now she was constructed like a showgirl or swimsuit model.
She must have stood about five-eight or nine, and was stacked incredibly.
"Cathy?" I said hoarsely as she approached.
"Yes, Uncle Ray. I was trying to wave to you before, and your eyes kept turning away."
"You've changed so much that I just plain didn't recognize you," I laughed.
"I guess three years has made a lot of difference."
"Has it ever!"
My cock immediately hardened as she reached out and delivered a kiss to my lips.
First it had been my daughter. Now I was running into another overpoweringly lovely teenager. This time my niece.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I carried her luggage to the car.
We got inside and I drove away. As we pulled out of the airport proper and made our way down Century Boulevard heading toward the freeway, she looked at me and smiled.
"You look absolutely great, Uncle Ray. You always do," she said.
"Thank you. I'd appreciate it, though, if you'd just call me Ray. Calling me uncle makes me feel older than I want to."
"Okay, it's a deal," she laughed.
I noticed that she would periodically look over at me. I wondered if I was just imagining things, or if perhaps she saw some kind of erotic attraction in me.
I recognized that I might just be horny, and could be picking up on signs that weren't even there. But I couldn't help but be bowled over by the fantastic presence of this girl. She was totally different from the gangling, studious young girl I had known three years earlier.
She had a set of tits that compared favorably with anybody's, even those of Joy and Renee. As for her legs, they were also over-poweringly beautiful. She was tall and well built, and my cock couldn't help but throb inside my trousers as she sat next to me in the front seat of my Lincoln Continental.
"Would you like to have a cup of coffee?" I asked.
"Ray, don't sound like such a square," she laughed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I don't bother drinking things like coffee. Why don't we have a cocktail?"
"But you're not even eighteen. You're under age."
"Honey, I can easily pass for twenty-one. They never question me back home, and I don't think they'll question me here either. I drank on the plane with no questions asked."
"I guess times are changing," I shook my head. "You didn't sound like this three years ago."
"I guess I didn't. I was a completely different person three years ago. But since then I've really come alive."
"You certainly have developed physically," I found myself blurting out.
"I was sure you would notice that," she laughed.
"I don't see how I could miss."
"No, I guess it is what you'd have to call self-evident."
We both laughed. After the laughter died, she continued:
"Often we tall girls develop much slower than other girls. Well, I didn't really start blossoming until I was past sixteen, but when I started, there was no stopping me."
"Quite obviously," I nodded.
The next thing I knew she was easing her body over closer to me. My heart began to throb with nervous anticipation. I wondered whether I should allow myself to fall into such a trap. I had always been close to Sally, and I would have hated to lose esteem in her eyes over something like having sex with her daughter.
But, then again, I thought about the situation with my own daughter. That was even a bolder move than what having sex with your niece would constitute. Once you bang your own daughter, it's a whole lot easier to do many things that you wouldn't even have thought of doing previously.
Now she was sitting right next to me, and she was putting her right hand to work on my right leg. My cock thrust out at full length, and she observed it.
"What a nice cock you've got, Ray," she swooned sexily.
She reached out and fondled it against the outline of my trousers. I practically shot on the spot, and was having grave difficulties in looking out for the traffic ahead.
"Honey, as much as I appreciate that, I'll get in a wreck if you keep it up," I gasped.
"Oh, pardon me, that was downright foolish of me."
"Honey, I can't help but dig you, but we can't do something like this. It just wouldn't be right."
"Just why wouldn't it be?"
"You're my niece. You're the daughter of my sister."
"So what?" she looked at me, puckering her lips as she said it.
"It just wouldn't be right."
"Bullshit," she threw her head back and laughed.
"Do you want a cup of coffee?"
"I told you what I want. I'd like a nice dry martini."
"Okay, since you had drinks on the plane, I'll corrupt you a little more. We'll stop at a bar."
"Now you're talking."
She reached over one more time and fondled my leg with her hand. I had been very unconvincing as a morality lecturer. She knew it and I knew it. I wanted her, and there was no getting around it.
We stopped at a quiet bar on Century. It adjoined a motel. As we sat and sipped our drinks, she reached underneath the table and began toying with my cock again.
This time, however, she surprised me all the more with her startling boldness. She casually unzipped my trousers and pulled out my hard peter. She ran the fingers of her right hand up and down it with brisk energy. While she was doing that, she casually sipped from her martini with her left hand.
"For God's sake, Cathy, are you opt of your mind?" I leaned over and whispered, looking at her with great concern.
"Relax, Ray."
"How in the hell can I relax with you pumping up and down on my naked cock in a public place?" I said. "Do you realize that we could both get arrested?"
"I have excellent peripheral vision," she said. "Those glasses corrected my eyes, and I can see on all sides of me. Before I took out your prick, I observed that there was nobody around. If anybody comes this way, I'll put this nice cock back in your trousers."
"You're taking one hell of a risk."
"I know I am," she smiled. "After all, you could get so hot that you'd shoot right in my hand. And I wouldn't even have had a chance to suck you there."
"I mean, we could both be picked up."
"Didn't you hear what I said about my peripheral vision?"
"I'm not that impressed," I said. "We're still taking a terrible chance."
"I've got a wonderful idea."
"I don't know that I'm ready to hear it."
"For a guy who looks like a swinger, you can sure talk like a drip," she shook her head. "As for my idea, I'd like for us to finish these drinks, then you can check out a room for us here."
"You want me to ball you in this motel?"
"Isn't it as good a place as any?"
"You're absolutely out of your mind. I've never seen anybody change this much."
"Wasn't it a change for the better? I'm certainly a lot more exciting than the girl you saw three years ago."
"You're exciting, but I'm just afraid that you're getting too carried away. After all, I am your uncle."
"Stop reminding me of that. For the record, you might be my uncle, but for my record, you're a beautiful man with a hard cock and I want to fuck you."
"Damn, but you're getting me hot with that finger action."
"It's intended to get you hot."
"Come on, honey, please put that cock away."
"Only under one promise."
"What's that?"
"That we check out a room here and fuck. I don't have time to wait any longer. I'm just too hot for it."
"I suppose if we're going to do it, this would be the place," I admitted. "It might be a little risky doing it over at the house."
"Yes, it might be. But I'm the type of girl who doesn't mind taking risks. No, the reason why I want to do it now, dear, is that I'm hot. I couldn't wait that long to screw you. If we don't do it here, I warn you that I'll go down on you right on the freeway, while you're sitting behind the steering wheel."
"I'm afraid that's a risk I couldn't take," I said.
"Very well, dear. Then let's screw right here and now in this motel."
"You drive a hard bargain."
"Should I put your cock back in your pants?"
"Yes, you should. I'm about to shoot it off."
"We'll keep that cock all juiced up and ready to go when we get under the sheets."
She slipped my penis back inside my shorts and zipped up my trousers.
I rose stiffly from my chair. I walked toward the bar and paid the bill. She was walking beside me. I noticed a grin of contentment on her lips.
She was getting what she wanted. From the way that she was acting, I got the definite impression that she was always accustomed to get ting what she wanted. With the physical equipment she had to work with, it was understandable that she had things going strictly her own way.
I checked into the motel with Cathy standing beside me every step of the way.
"I guess they must think that I'm your child bride," she chuckled. "You look so young and handsome that people could easily believe that we're married."
"I've got to be nuts for doing what I'm doing," I said, jangling the keys in my hand as we walked toward the bungalow we were set to share.
"You can be such a worry wart."
"You might not realize it, but I know a lot of people in this community, and they expect an awful lot of me, since I'm a big advertising executive. Something like this could ruin me."
"They wouldn't think anything of it other than maybe you had a mistress. And most captains of industry like yourself have not one, but a whole closet full of mistresses."
"You really are hip," I shook my head.
"Just let me stick around you a little while, Ray, baby, and I'll get you just as hip as I am."
"I suppose maybe you would."
We reached the motel room and I opened the door. We walked inside and she immediately drew the drapes.
"We want it nice and dark and romantic inside here," she winked. "I thought about you all during the plane ride. I wondered if you would look as groovy as you did the last time I saw you."
"Well, do I?"
"You picked up a few grey hairs in the last few years, but you still look better than you did then. I think you lost a little weight, didn't you?"
"As a matter-of-fact I did," I nodded. "I weigh about twenty pounds less than I did when I last saw you. I've been working myself awfully hard."
"Work's good, but just up to a point. One needs a little play as well."
She smiled suggestively at me, giving her comment a chance to sink in, then walked toward the bed. She pulled back the covers, her smile widening all the time. You could see her thinking about the sex that would ensue.
"There's nothing like a nice soft double bed and the right guy to share it with to make a girl feel great," she laughed as she finished pulling back the covers.
"You know, you haven't said one word about trying to get into college."
"I'll take care of that tomorrow," she said. "As for now, baby, I'm only interested in fucking."
I stood back and watched as she slipped off her dress. Her fingers worked quickly. She was obviously very anxious to get into the act.
She pulled off the dress and slipped it on top of a chair. When I got a look at her in her bra and panties, my cock hardened all the more. She was a fantastic young woman, the kind that any red-blooded man would have wanted to screw.
I couldn't get over the temptations that were crossing my path in the last day. First it's my daughter, and at a time when I'm so horny that I can hardly stand it. Now it's my beautiful niece, the little ugly duckling that I thought would bore me to death during the entire ride back to Pacific Palisades.
As my eyes remained riveted to that beautiful form, I got a long look at those beautiful breasts. They seemed to pop out at me, so firm, so voluptuous, so lovely.
My eyes then dropped down to her body. Her stomach was so firm and tight, giving her a sensuous trimness. Her white skin contrasted magnificently with the general darkness of the room made the whole atmosphere that much more sexy.
Then my eyes dropped down to her legs. They were trim and lovely, just like those of my wife and my daughter. I had come to expect a great deal in the way of legs, since my wife had as beautiful a pair as I had ever seen. But young Cathy gave her all the competition she could stand.
"Before you ask, Ray, I measure 38-22-36," Cathy laughed.
"How did you know that was what I was thinking about?"
"With those eyes popping out like that, I knew darn well what you were thinking about."
"You're a very shrewd girl, Cathy."
"I like to think I know my way around."
"You do, you most certainly do."
"Please come over to me and finish undressing me. I want to let you do the honor of removing my panties and bra."
"With pleasure," I nodded.
I walked toward her slowly. My cock was throbbing more than ever before. The closer I got to her, the more pronounced the feeling became.
CHAPTER TWELVE
My itchy fingers were torn asunder by great desire. I was so eager for contact with her that they trembled with great anticipation.
I was suddenly like a little boy who was opening his Christmas packages. The sense of anticipation totally overwhelmed me, and now my heart was beating at a rapid fire clip.
I reached out and went to work on the straps which held together her bra. Several tugs later I managed to pull it off, tossing it casually to the floor. I reached out and grabbed a hold of her hot breasts, caressing them with my fingers.
"Oh, they're so firm, so nice and rich," I said.
"Lean over and suck them, baby, I want you to touch them with your tongue."
"Oh, it would be an honor."
I leaned my head forward and let my tongue slip up and down her left breast. It was warm and rich, a mellowing experience that my tongue savored.
I quickly moved my tongue over to her right breast, repeating the same movement. Sparks of electrical currents shot through my entire body. I loved the contact of my tongue on her breasts.
"Now please take off my panties," she whispered. "Just drop down to your knees, baby, squat and pull down those panties. I want you to do it for me, honey, it really means a lot to me."
I dropped down and squatted. I began tugging on the elastic, pulling her panties down her legs. I finally dropped down to my knees. My cock was bulging with flaming delight. I just had to have this girl, I recognized, the same manner that it had been essential for me to have my own daughter the day before.
I watched the white panties slide down those rich creamy thighs. I kept pulling downward and soon they were down to her ankles.
"Oh, darling, keep it up, take those panties off, darling. I want you to," she swooned.
I got them all the way down to her feet. At that point she casually stepped out of them.
My heart skipped several beats as I looked up at that lovely inviting triangle that rested between her legs. I observed the glistening black pubic hairs and the inviting red gash which lay beneath them.
"You like my pussy?" she asked as she saw me observing it.
"Very much," I nodded. By then I was her complete captive. My cock was so aroused that I would not think of doing anything other than engaging in the most spirited of sexual activity with her.
"Please kiss it, darling, it means everything to me to have you do it."
"Oh, honey, let's get over on that bed."
"Please take your clothes off first. I'll help you."
"No, that's not necessary. I can get them off faster myself. Time is of the essence now."
"So I've got you that hot," she nodded and grinned.
"You certainly do."
"I knew that I could do it."
"You could get anybody hot."
"You're so sweet to talk like that."
"You're such a beautiful girl."
"Oh, I want to make love to you, I want to do everything with you,"
"You're fabulous, absolutely fabulous."
I jumped to my feet and stepped back. I did not want to be too close to her while I was taking off my clothes, since otherwise I would have to stop and engage in different types of contact with her.
I stripped quickly. My heart was pounding so thunderously that it greatly aided me in my pursuit. I just had to get the clothes off fast so I could bask in the luxurious enjoyment of sexual pleasure with her in bed.
Before I knew it I had my shorts off, which had been the last phase of my operation. Her eyes widened with interest as she looked at my naked body.
"My, but you have a beautiful cock."
"It's going to give you plenty of attention."
"I'm sure it is. I want to touch it, I want to suck it."
"That sounds so good to hear words like those coming out of your mouth."
"You're going to get well acquainted with my mouth before we're through this afternoon," she laughed.
"I like that kind of double meaning humor," I nodded. "Particularly when I know what you mean by it. I want plenty of action."
"You're going to get plenty of action."
"Oh, you're really something."
"Come over here so I can play with that cock."
"It's a deal, just as long as I can play with your pussy."
"We can both be happy."
"I know we can."
I quickly closed the distance between us. She was standing right next to the bed. I reached out and threw my arms around her. It was wonderful letting that body collide with mine, allowing those hot tits of hers to rub passionately against my chest.
Our body action made for splendid electricity. Her warm body was pressed firmly against mine as her breasts continued to rub against my chest. I thought about those magnificent thirty-eight-inch boobs and what I would do with them when I got my tongue around them.
As for the moment, however, our lips were meeting, cannonading in the dimly lit excitement of the room.
They remained pressed together for several long seconds, after which I withdrew mine from hers.
"I've just got to get you in bed," I began panting hotly.
"Oh, yes, anything you want, honey. I want you to fuck me.
"I love that word."
"You mean fuck?"
"What else?"
"I agree. It's the best word in the dictionary."
"Right now, it's the only word in the dictionary."
"I'll go along with that. Kiss me again."
I tightened my grip around her body, and allowed my lips to press frenziedly against hers one more time.
This time her breasts rubbed against me even more passionately than before. They rubbed excitedly against me while our lips remained pressed for several long seconds.
This time when I withdrew my lips from hers, there was no holding me back. My entire body was quivering with great excitement. I just had to push on to something else, or my juices would spill forth right then and there.
"We've got to get into bed together," I reached out and grabbed her by the arms.
"Guide me, Ray. Please guide me."
"Oh, I love you, baby."
I eased my body into the bed, taking her with me. I threw my arms around her and we rolled around on top of the sheets.
"I've got to play with that pussy," I said.
"Please bend over and kiss it."
I parted those legs. Once more my mind was transported back to the wonderful time I had had with my daughter the day before.
She had gone out of her mind when my lips pressed against her cunt. I wondered how my beautiful niece would react to the same type of situation.
My lips plunged with great delight against her mound. It was a little wet from all the excitement she had been experiencing.
I kissed it several times in rapid succession. Then I knew I had to put my tongue to work on it.
I thrust my tongue outward and let it slip over the hot and wet inner crevices. I was going steadily on her vaginal walls, letting my tongue circulate warmly and with great passionate zeal over her box.
"Oh, my darling, you're tearing me up with those movements, keep that tongue flowing. Keep it rolling over my pussy," she said.
Her entire body began to quake with great anticipation. She shook as I continued sucking her. She began gasping, and her legs spun totally out of control, kicking from side to side.
She was as horny as any woman I had ever seen. When I saw just how much she was enjoying it, I put my tongue to work with that much more eagerness. I was determined to see that she got all she wanted in the way of sexual satisfaction. In addition, I was getting plenty of the same myself, with my own spirited movements.
After I got moving at full speed over her hot snatch, she reached out and grabbed a hold of my prick.
It felt fantastic having those warm fingers of hers slip smoothly over the lengthy rod.
Just feeling those fingers on my prick got me all the more eager for sucking her. So my tongue began wrapping itself around her snatch even more passionately than before.
"I'm going to suck this cock of yours, since you've been doing such a great job on my pussy," she said. "It's going to be just great, we're going to sixty-nine, baby, we're going to have a fantastic time of it."
That message was all I needed to impart all the excitement into me that I could possibly stand.
Now my tongue was like a whirling dervish, driving itself frenziedly into her box.
"You can nibble on my clit, too, honey. That will get me even hotter," she cued me in.
I immediately resorted to doing just what she wanted me to do. I put my teeth to work nibbling on her clitoris. As I did, she stepped up the pace of her finger movements on my hot cock.
I could sense from the way that she was stepping up her activities that, not only was she getting hotter, but she was preparing to turn her tongue loose and go to work on my prick.
There was an onslaught coming, and I was happy at the prospect of having it occur.
My cock was hot and bothered, and I could hardly wait to feel that twisting hot tongue of hers rolling around on top of it.
For the time being, I would keep that tongue of mine skillfully at work on her pussy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
My tongue continued to sweep passionately over her box. The greater the number of waves I made with it, the hotter she became.
Now those fingers of hers were moving with a frenzy up and down my huge pecker. She was getting me hot, putting me through the final paces prior to going down on my dick.
"Hang on, honey, because I'm going to give you a cock-suck you'll never forget," she promised.
Her words operated like magic on me. I pushed my tongue all the more eagerly inside her flaming box, sucking with everything that I had, doing all that I could to make her happy.
Now I felt her tongue making contact with the very tip of my excited prong.
She teased it with her tongue, letting it slide over the very tip of it. She wanted to get me turned on by stages, and I was all for that. She was so beautiful that I could savor that body for a long time. I did not need to go off that fast, even though it would be difficult for me to halt the tide that was swiftly building inside my super-charged body.
She continued sliding that tongue over the tip of my hot pecker. As she did, I fervently sucked out her box.
She kept me going by sucking just the tip of my cock for quite some time. Then she went to work on the rest of it.
She slid her tongue up and down the length of my entire rod. I felt the swelling going on inside me as she kept on running that tongue with smooth, systematic grace.
All the while I continued running my hot tongue inside her box. She was alive with passion, and the greater the suck that I provided for her, the more sensation she would put forth inside my blazing spear.
My cock was bulging with fervent erotic delight. Every time that she ran her hot tongue up and down it, I became all that much more fascinated by what was happening.
She was like a magician with that tongue. She had the ability to run it with great fervency over my flaming dick.
Every time she sucked me, I returned the favor. Soon we developed a symmetrical sucking pattern. We were matching each other stroke for stroke, letting our tongues move more freely than before, letting the tempo steadily build inside us.
Now we were both reaching the very top of sexual performance. As we matched each other stroke for stroke, our bodies began to quiver with greater earnestness than before. We were moving rapidly toward a dramatic sexual climax.
Back and forth I let that hot tongue circulate inside her box, which was getting wetter all the time. I could hardly wait until she deluged me with her orgasm.
As for my dick, she suddenly ceased her sucking movements on it. I wondered what she had in store for me next, but I never broke stride once when it came to providing that pussy with rapid sensations.
I kept on letting my tongue slide around inside her box, and as I did, I found out what she did have in store.
The next thing I knew she had that hot flaming tongue of hers working industriously over my balls. They were bulging with frantic excitement, and her sucking activities naturally accelerated the entire situation.
My body rocked back and forth, and the bed springs began to jangle from the fierce activity that we were both engaging in.
She could see how excited I was, and the more excited I became, the better she liked it.
Now the frantic sucking was reaching a fever pitch as she went back to work on my dick. I could see that it would be just a short time and we would both be spurting our juices.
We continued matching each other on a stroke for stroke basis. Back and forth those tongues of ours continued to Whip. We were whip-lashing each other into a frenzied state of animal lust.
My body was trembling and sweating as I kept on driving my hot tongue into that fiery furnace of a cunt.
She finally shot her juices into my mouth. I was basking in the great delight of a wonderful orgasm.
But that did not mean that I was in any way satisfied. My tongue eagerly went back to work on that same snatch, working frantically, slipping back and forth with great eagerness as I pushed and slid it around. I wanted to get her to orgasm a second time, and was hoping that that very orgasm would coincide with the time that my own cock juices would be released.
I nibbled on her clitoris for a few seconds, and that produced an immediate response. I noticed how quickly she stepped up the tempo of her cock-sucking. Now she was moving at a fantastic clip, eager to get me off, eager to be flooded by my hot white sperm.
While her tongue worked its way up and down on my flaming pecker, she kept her right fingers active and alive.
She put them to work on my balls, and she slid them with great earnestness over my testicles as her tongue continued to make sweeping strides over my huge dick.
Soon my body was quivering even more dramatically that before. I was feeling that great itch that always preceded a hot orgasm.
I felt myself shoot a little cum out of my rod, and she immediately gobbled it up.
It was just a little something in the way of a sample, something that would provide her with all the more incentive to go after the entire load. I knew that just a few strokes later I would be climaxing, and she would be receiving a load of hot juice from my dick.
All the while, I continued letting that tongue of mine slide with increasing eagerness inside her box. I knew now that she would be good for another orgasm, since her ass and hips were flailing with magnificent grace.
The excitement was continuing to build, and I just hoped that we would get to share this next orgasm. I hoped that we would be exploding at the same dramatic moment.
Now we were winding our way down through the final few strokes, those strokes which would precede the big moment of climax.
Stroke for stroke we matched each other as we drove down the homestretch, two panting, frantic sexual animals immersed in our lust.
I finally shot my cock off. At that very moment, just as I had hoped, she let loose with a load of juice.
Now we were tasting each other at the same time:
That hot white semen shot out of the end of my spear, shooting passionately inside her waiting mouth.
She attacked it with great delight, eager to be sampling every drop of my warm juice.
The on-target orgasm had ended, and each of us had sampled the other.
"Do they fuck like that in Dayton very often?" I laughed.
"I know that I do," she chuckled, "and I don't fuck with anybody who can't keep up with my pace. As for everybody else, I really don't know. I know that I get action any time that I want it."
"I imagine that you do."
"Let me tell you something. I'm in line for a scholarship at UCLA."
"Why, that's wonderful."
"It was between me and a couple of other girls, but I really think I've got the inside track. That is, provided that the administration over there thinks that I'm an acceptable student. And as long as they don't examine me too closely, I guess I'll be acceptable to them."
"If I examined you closely, you'd be more acceptable than anybody," I laughed.
"Yes, but you're not a school administrator. You're just a horny guy. And a very beautiful guy at that."
"Thank you."
"Like I was saying, I've got a good thing going with the principal of my school, and that will never hurt me. As long as people don't find out."
"I get the point. You mean you're balling with him."
"Am I ever. He's a hot guy in his middle forties. He's always complaining that his wife isn't giving him enough."
"That's a legitimate complaint," I said with just a taste of bitterness.
"It sounds like you're talking from personal experience."
"That's happened to me a few times," I nodded. "Whatever you do, honey, when you get married, don't cut your husband off just for spite. You'll really torture a guy when you get him all hot and bothered, then won't let him fuck you."
"I know plenty of women who do that to get certain favors out of their husbands," she nodded. "They'll ask them for something, maybe a trip, maybe something for the house, and they hold their pussies out as barter. If the poor guy doesn't deliver, or won't deliver, he doesn't get the pussy on schedule, even if he might be good and hot."
"That's exactly what I'm talking about," I nodded.
"No, I won't do that. I'll just make sure that I get a guy who is willing to give me everything right from the beginning. That way there won't be any problems."
"You're quite a character," I chuckled. "With your face and build, along with your intelligence, I think you'll be able to just about pick out your own situation. Yes, you'll do all right."
"I appreciate your confidence."
"Considering the suck you just gave me, I couldn't help but be anything but impressed by you."
"I hat to cut this short, but I guess we'd better be getting home. By now dinner's probably almost ready to be served, and if I know Joy, she's probably called the office several times by now."
"Whatever you say, darling. Just kiss me one more time."
"Be glad to."
I threw my arms around her body once more and our lips met with passionate fervor.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Dinner was over and Joy suddenly announced that she had to go out to a meeting.
"No use waiting up for me, dear, because I might be very late," she said.
"It must be some important meeting."
"Yes, it is," she said. "We'll be electing officers tonight."
"I suppose you're running for something."
"As a matter-of-fact I am. I'm running for Vice President."
"Good luck. I guess one politician and an advertising executive is enough for one family."
"That and two thriving teenagers," she laughed.
No sooner did Joy leave than Gary announced that he had a date. He got into his car and drove off.
That left me alone with those two strapping young girls, Cathy and my daughter Renee.
Just as I began to ponder those interesting possibilities, Renee spoke up.
"Cathy, honey, how'd you like to listen to some of my groovy new records?" she said exuberantly.
"Gee, that sounds great."
"I'll tell you what. I'll bring them into your room. The stereo in the guesthouse is a lot better than the one "in my room."
"That will be just great," Cathy nodded. "I'll be expecting you. Excuse me now. See you later, Uncle Ray."
"Yeah, see you."
Once more I didn't particularly appreciate being called Uncle Ray. But now, since she was a guest at the house, Cathy had decided to play it a little cooler.
Renee marched up the stairs quickly. I was sitting in the living room reading the paper when she came prancing back down with a few record albums in her hand.
She had a certain little mischievous twinkle in her eye that I immediately caught.' As a matter-of-fact, it was the same kind of look she had had on her face the day before. The time that she systematically seduced me and got me to fuck her magnificent pussy.
"See you later, daddy," she said with bristling enthusiasm as she walked through the back door.
"Yeah," was all I said.
All the while I kept thinking. My thinking disturbed me to such a point that I found it impossible to continue reading the newspaper, which I quickly discarded shortly after Renee had left.
I wondered if maybe I wasn't imagining things. Perhaps there was nothing more in store than a little innocent record playing. Maybe I was just becoming sex dominated in my thoughts.
But the more I thought about both girls, and how passionate they were, the more I recognized that maybe there could be something to my suspicions.
Of course, it would be silly to think that, just because they wanted to screw with me, that they would be disposed toward wanting to make it with each other. Since they both had so many opportunities to go to bed with members of the opposite sex, I thought it un-likely that they would be going to bed with each other.
That is, one side of me thought that it would be un-likely. The other side became all the more aroused by the curiosity of the moment. I couldn't help but think that maybe there was something to all this, and that maybe there would be something passing between them, more than just a little innocent conversation.
Soon my imagination began to take complete control of me. I envisioned them lying in bed nude, fondling each other's body. When that happened, my old cock began to get hard. Pretty soon it was up there as high as it could possibly go.
Finally I decided that there was no other way to put my suspicions to rest aside from actually investigating.
I got up and strode toward the back door. I looked down between my legs and observed that big long dick, which was ready for action.
I wondered just how far I would go once I got inside that guesthouse. Even if they were engaged in nothing more than some innocent record playing and conversation, there was no telling how far I would go after I got inside there.
I walked past the swimming pool, then walked down the sidewalk leading toward the guesthouse.
I decided that, prior to going inside, I would look through the bedroom window.
The record player was playing loudly. I heard a Bob Dylan album playing, then hid behind the bushes and looked into the window.
It was just as my suspicions had told me. They were apparently passionately attracted to one another.
There was something inside me that had told me they were from the first time that I spotted the two of them together.
I could see a certain sparkle emerge in their respective smiles as they examined each other's beautiful bodily endowments.
Maybe under ordinary circumstances I would have been shocked at my daughter being involved in lesbian activities. But under these particularly unique circumstances, I instead got very turned on by what I was seeing in that bedroom through the window.
They were down to their underwear, and I watched Renee reach out and slip her fingers underneath Cathy's bra.
I watched a big smile emerge on Renee's lips as she put those fingers to work squeezing and prying against the warm firm flesh of Cathy.
Cathy was quick to retaliate. I watched her reach down boldly and slip her fingers inside my daughter's panties.
My cock really began to harden, and for a second I almost thought I would shoot, as I observed that hand find its way to Renee's pussy.
Renee nodded several times, enjoying the movements she was receiving from Cathy.
It had all the makings of a frantic cousinly fuck, and I was getting more turned on every moment that I watched the two girls go at it.
I decided that I wanted a closer view of the action, so I walked toward the door. I opened it very slowly and quietly, not wanting to scare the girls, not wanting to in any way dissuade them from continuing their sexy activities.
I walked stealthily into the bedroom, watching them as they threw their arms around each other and embraced. They had their lips locked against each other.
"Damn, but you girls can make a guy horny just watching you," I finally decided to make my presence known.
They immediately turned loose of each other and separated their lips. They looked up at me. Each of them wore a knowing smile.
"I told Renee that you'd figure out what we were up to," Cathy laughed.
"She was right," Renee confirmed with a nod. "I was wondering if you'd pick up on things. I wanted you to know."
"We wanted you to know," Cathy mildly corrected her.
"That's right," Renee nodded. "We really wanted to make it a threesome."
"Well, you're going to get your way," I said. "With my cock as hot as it is, I naturally am going to stay and get a fuck. A very good one."
"You'll get more than one if we have anything to say about it," Cathy said.
"I'm all for that," I said.
"Isn't it great to have an understanding daddy?" a smiling Renee looked over at Cathy.
"Is it ever. I wish my daddy were that understanding."
"Well, this daddy needed a little help. He got it from me."
"Now don't go telling stories, Renee," I laughed. "You girls just go back to your fucking. I want to watch you for awhile, before I get involved."
"I'll bet you'll play with yourself while we fuck," Cathy said.
"I wouldn't be surprised if I did," I acknowledged.
The girls went back to action. I watched as they zealously took off each other's bra. The moment the bras were removed, they reached out and ran their fingers over each other's breasts. Just a few breast strokes and they were all the hotter.
Next they removed each other's panties. After than happened, they let their fingers go to work on each other's twat.
"Oh, I love touching your pussy," Cathy said.
"You've got such a nice snatch," Renee said. "I really love going to work on it."
"Go to it, girls, fuck each other. Suck each other, go to it," I encouraged.
While those fingers continued to exercise themselves fervently over each other's snatch, I began to remove my clothes.
Once I got them off, I went to work pumping up and down on my hard dick. It was hard, and it would get even harder before I was through. I needed it that way so that I could get my hot rocks off.
The finger movements continued for the next few minutes. The girls kept it up until their hips began shaking sinuously. They loved to supply that kind of action for each other.
Before I knew it they were letting those fingers roll around their breasts. They removed their fingers from their respective pussies, and now went to work on each other's tits.
"You've got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," Cathy exclaimed.
"I just wish they were as good as yours," Renee said.
"They're even better."
"I don't agree."
"Don't argue, girls. Just fuck," I laughed.
I continued jerking up and down on my hard prick, watching them with great interest.
Soon, after they had exercised their fingers over each other's breasts for quite some time, they were ready to go on to something else.
Two girls that hot could not contain themselves very long. It was just a matter of time before they would be ready to such each other.
Now they positioned themselves across from each other on the bed. They let their tongues slip forward, allowing them to slide eagerly inside each other's asshole.
Now they were manipulating those tongues with great passion, giving each other's asshole a lot of stimulation.
"Suck ass, you girls, suck ass, girls, keep it up. I love that action, I love watching it. I'm going out of my gourd watching it," I said.
I just about was out of my gourd with excitement. Now my fingers were manipulating faster than ever over my hard dick. It was fantastic the way they would manipulate over my hard dong.
"Keep up that sucking," I encouraged steadily, "keep it up, girls, suck each other. Go to work, suck. Keep those asses twirling, suck ass, suck ass, girls."
Now those tongues were darting with savage intensity inside each other's anus. While the ass-sucking continued, their hips and ass-cheeks twisted and turned with great excitement.
They were enjoying themselves to the fullest, getting each other so hot that they were in almost uncontrollable states of passion.
It would just be a matter of time now before they would be going to work on each other's hot twat. I was looking forward to seeing those moist mounds and twisting bodies as they let their tongues go to work inside each other's pussy.
I had come a long way in a matter of just one day, and now I was getting set for a threesome with my daughter and niece. Who needed Joy? It served her right, I thought, that I was finding action elsewhere. After the crude way in which she had turned me off the night before after turning me on and making me suck her cunt, she deserved anything that I might give her.
Now those girls were letting those asses fling out of control, twisting them rapidly as they slipped their hot tongues deeply and passionately inside each other's anus.
"Keep up that sucking, keep it up," I encouraged.
I was working up and down on my dick so hard, that I found myself just about ready to explode. I found it necessary to remove my fingers from my dick for several seconds. I did not want to be expelling my juices at that particular time. For the moment, I was strictly a voyeur, concentrating on the two beautiful girls who were sucking each other out.
The ass-sucking continued uninhibitedly for the next few minutes. It was Cathy who finally switched the focus of the action.
She removed her tongue suddenly from Renee's hot asshole. She shifted it dramatically to my daughter's hot cunt.
She began by flicking slowly, preferring to let the passions build all the more inside Renee.
"Oh, honey, I love that cunt-sucking," Renee said as she removed her tongue from Cathy's asshole. "Now I'm going to suck your cunt, too. I really appreciate those strokes. They're great, absolutely great. I love it, I love the way you're sucking me."
Soon they were immersed in a vigorous sixty-nine, matching each other stroke for stroke. It all began on a low level as they made certain that they proceeded in a slow fashion. They wanted to let things build gradually.
But soon there was no holding them back. Just as I had anticipated, they soon began to let those tongues move so freely that they were spinning out of control.
Those ass-cheeks were once more flipping and sliding back and forth to match the hot strokes of their passionate tongues.
They twisted and turned, and those beautiful bodies began to accumulate sweat as they kept up their sizzling activities. Those hot tongues were slipping ever more deeply inside their hot mounds.
"Keep on sucking, suck it, suck it, girls, keep sucking. Suck each other out. Go after the juice, go after the juice, girls," I exclaimed.
Once more I was running my fingers up and down my hard dick. I was really enjoying myself watching those two beautiful girls go to it.
It was the first time in my life that I had ever seen lesbian sex. I had heard from friends of mine, including my partner Al, that it was great to watch such exhibitions, and that they really had the effect of turning on men.
"There's nothing like it to get you good and hard," I remember Al laughing one time. "Just make sure that they are two beautiful broads and that they're both well built. That's all it takes to put a guy completely into orbit."
Now the words had a more telling ring. I was experiencing exactly what he had been talking about. My beautiful daughter was thrusting her tongue inside the box of my niece, and they were both having an absolute blast.
I watched those legs continue to tremble, picking up more anxiety as the sucking continued. Their bodies trembled passionately as their hot sucking entered a new phase.
Now Cathy added something new by slipping her right index finger high inside Renee's asshole. Renee immediately picked up the cue, doing the same thing to Cathy.
The intense finger movements caused them to suck each other that much faster.
Soon I observed juice spurting out of my daughter's cunt. Cathy was quick to swallow every drop.
Renee never stopped sucking once, even while she was shooting her juices into Cathy's mouth.
Soon it was Cathy who was reaching the point of climax. I watched her explode inside Renee's hot mouth.
Now they were intent upon both exploding once more. They picked up the pace and delivered their hot tongue stabs as if their very lives depended upon them.
Each of them shot one more time, making four orgasms in all, two for each girl.
After that, they decided it was time for a rest. That made three of us, since I removed my fingers promptly from my hard dick.
I had managed to avoid shooting, but not by much.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
The longer the two girls reclined nudely next to each other, the hotter my big dick became.
Once more I was stroking it, running my fingers up and down it as I watched those two gorgeous bodies.
"Why don't we swing into action again," I suggested with a smile.
"That would be fine with me," Cathy said.
"Why don't you suck your cousin's twat, Renee?" I looked at my daughter and suggested.
"That would be groovy."
"I'll tell you what you do," I said. "You just bury that head of yours between her legs and get down on your knees. That's were I want you."
"How come?"
"You'll find out soon enough," I chuckled.
They assumed the positions that I had suggested. Cathy laid on her back, while Renee planted her head down between Cathy's legs.
"That's it. Go down on her, suck that hot twat of hers," I said.
My words of encouragement served to spur my daughter on. She let that head of hers lower itself down between the other girl's legs.
I watched Cathy's creamy legs, then her moist mound, and observed that tongue of Renee's beginning to close in on Cathy's hot snatch.
Soon Renee was letting her tongue slide inside that inviting mound. Cathy immediately began kicking her legs back and forth, excited and overjoyed at the action she was receiving from her beautiful lover's tongue.
All the while I continued getting hotter. As Renee continued steadily attacking Cathy's cunt, her ass flailed back and forth.
I watched that cute asshole, and those cute ass cheeks, and became overpowered with excitement. I liked the way those ass cheeks flung themselves from side to side, and the longer and faster that Renee sucked Cathy, the more quickly those ass cheeks began to circulate.
It was wonderful watching that hot sucking proceed. Renee was spiritedly working that tongue, and her urges were constantly accelerating. She wanted to taste Cathy's juices once more.
As I watched that ass flinging from side to side, my cock became so swept with emotion that I could no longer hold myself back.
I knew then that I would have to get involved in brisk activity at that very moment. I also knew precisely what I wanted to do. I had known exactly what course of action I was going to take, and it was just a question of getting around to doing it.
I reached out and stroked my dick several more times. I then lowered my body down into the bed.
I was hypnotized by the sight of my daughter's beautiful ass as it flipped back and forth. It had a certain rhythm about it that I absolutely loved. Just watching it in motion made me all the more eager for stimulating sexual contact with it.
Now my eyes were focused squarely on that hot ass crack. I wanted inside that asshole. I wanted to stab it relentlessly with my huge pecker.
Finally I flung my body forward. I was holding my hard prick in my right hand, my eyes continuing to focus on that inviting ass crack, the asshole of the girl I wanted to fuck.
I dipped my fingers into my mouth, then pressed the fingers inside her asshole, wanting to lubricate her slightly with a little bit of spit.
I had a feeling that she was not all that accustomed to being fucked up the ass. As a matter-of-fact, I wouldn't have been surprised at all if she had been a virgin in that one respect.
I knew that many girls who would do just about anything else would stop short of getting fucked up the ass.
But I also knew that, among the young girls my daughter's age, the young swingers who are willing to do just about anything, many of the old taboos were vanishing. It was also possible that a number of them would agree to engage in anal sex.
She liked the movements I was supplying to her asshole. I liked working my fingers around in there, and decided that I would spend a few minutes just toying with her anus prior to letting my cock loose inside it.
The longer I thrust my fingers up her asshole, the better she liked it. Her ass began flipping even more eagerly than before, and through it all the excitement was continuing to accelerate inside me. I felt like I just had to get my rocks off inside that hot, sparkling asshole.
Finally I reached the point where I could hold back my instincts no more. I had played with her asshole for quite some time, and now I was ready to plunge my hot dick into her.
I thrust my prick forward, sending it high and hard inside her anus.
She quivered several times, and I could tell that she was in a little bit of pain, but I was determined to press onward. After all, I needed that type of relief, I just needed to get my rocks off inside her ass.
It had been so delectable and so appealing to look at that, I felt compelled to get my prick off inside it.
The longer I fucked her, the faster and harder my movements became. Now I was drilling her with superb grace, sending that blinding spear moving enthusiastically inside that hot ass.
Renee was now becoming more adjusted to my movements. She was sucking out Cathy's cunt all the faster.
As I continued pumping my hot prick inside that beautiful asshole, I observed Renee receiving a hot load of juice from the sizzling mound of Cathy.
It served to stimulate Renee all the more. She immediately went back to sucking out that same glorious twat, letting her tongue fly, letting it slip and slide with passionate grace inside that hot mound.
Now I was drilling all the faster. The erotic sight of Cathy's load shooting inside Renee's mouth got me all the more excited. Now I was pumping all the harder, moving my prick inside Renee's asshole with savage force.
There was just no holding me back! I was pushing that huge prick into her as high as it would go, pushing forward with solid impact, giving it to her as hard as I absolutely could.
I was drilling her, sending my hot spear into her, getting all the closer to orgasmic release.
Renee continued going down on Cathy, letting her tongue slip inside that refreshing box. She was letting her tongue cover every conceivable crevice of that hot pussy. She wanted to suck Cathy out one more time, and she was every bit as determined to achieve success in that direction as I was with respect to fucking Renee's hot ass.
Now that ass of Renee's was twisting all the more enthusiastically. She was shoving it toward me to meet my impacting thrusts. I was shoving high and hard into her with great enthusiasm, coming that much closer to the big moment of impact.
"Oh, baby, what a fuck you are," I exclaimed. "I've just got to shoot this dick off in your hot asshole. I've just got to, I'm going to shoot inside you. I'm going to fuck you, and fuck you until I shoot off my juice. I'm really going to fuck you!"
A few moments later that hot white stream that I had dreamed of expelling inside her asshole became a reality.
It bolted eagerly out of the end of my hot stick, filling her asshole with passionate joy juice.
"Oh, what an asshole you've got," I gasped.
I removed my prick from her hot anus. She continued sucking out Cathy's box.
A few second later, Cathy exploded. After that she removed her tongue from Cathy's box. She leaned forward and kissed Cathy's lips passionately.
Once she broke the kiss, Renee exclaimed:
"What a wonderful suck you gave me."
"Did I ever love your tongue-work, baby! You're a real expert in any league," Cathy said.
"And, daddy, what a fuck you gave me," Renee turned around and kissed my lips.
"Glad I was able to do it."
"It's been almost a month since I've had it that way."
"I thought maybe it was the first time anybody ever gave it to you that way," I said.
"My, but you can be naive, daddy," Renee shook her head and laughed. "Just what kind of a novice do you think I am when it comes to fucking?"
"I didn't mean to insult you," I said.
"Well, golly, it almost sounds that way," Cathy said. "We girls do it every which way. We fuck each other, we fuck with guys, we do it from every position, every angle, every type of act you can imagine."
"You two are really something," I grinned. "I guess there's nothing that could be suggested that you haven't done."
"Nothing that I'm aware of," Cathy laughed.
"I feel like I could fuck one more time," I said. "I haven't been this hot in I don't know how long. You girls really bring out the best in me."
"Maybe because we're so gorgeous," Renee grinned.
"I'm sure that has an awful lot to do with it."
"Do you like the shape of my ass?" Cathy said coquettishly.
I watched as she got down on her knees and raised her cute ass cheeks upward. She flipped them back and forth, deliberately attempting to stimulate me with her movements.
The longer that I looked at that creamy white flesh, the better it looked to me. Yes, I had been hot before, even with the recent orgasm, but the longer I looked at that beautiful ass, the hotter I got.
It was absolutely sensuous, and the way that she wiggled it made things all the more exciting. She had a cute little ass-crack, just like Renee did, and the skin around those ass cheeks was very firm. I knew that it would be a wonderful ass to fuck.
"You're really tempting me by showing me that hot ass," I said.
"That's what I'm trying to do," Cathy said. "I want you to fuck my asshole."
"Baby, you've got yourself a deal."
I reached over and ran my fingers up and down my lengthy prong several times. I was now ready to go to work.
She got down on her hands and knees like a hot female dog. She parted her legs, letting me have a clear shot at that asshole.
I shoved my dick forward and made contact with it. I fucked her briskly, driving that hot dick deep inside her aroused anus.
I drilled her with fervent delight, letting that hot prick continue to slice and scissor its way into the highest inner depths of that asshole.
"Oh, honey, are you fucking me. Keep it up, keep fucking me," Cathy said.
"I think I'll get into the act," Renee said excitedly, getting turned on by watching all the activity.
"Go ahead, do it," I said. "Get in there and french with her, baby. That will really turn me on. And it'll turn both you girls on, too."
"That's a great idea," Cathy said. "Yes, honey, french with me, I'd really love that."
"Oh, darling, I'll do anything to make you happy," Renee swooned.
Now the two girls were letting their tongues collide while I continued sending my hot prick stabs into Cathy's asshole.
She did the same thing that Renee had done so well when I was fucking her.
She let that ass work its way back and forth with diligent skill. She picked up the tempo, and met my piercing forward stabs.
She flipped her ass back to meet my hot fucks, and as the action continued to proceed at a fast clip, I felt myself moving that much closer to orgasm.
"Oh, damn, what a hot ass. Do I ever love fucking you," I said.
I reached down and gripped those hot white ass-cheeks, holding on to them for dear life while I continued pumping the hot meat deeply inside that asshole.
Just as I was getting ready to shoot off my rocks, I heard the door suddenly open.
"Oh, damn, I'm going to cream," I gasped.
Just as I released the hot white juices from the end of my prick, my wife Joy entered the room.
"Oh, my God, you terrible animal, you're making delinquents and perverts out of those two innocent girls," Joy shrieked.
No sooner did I expel the last drops from my cock, than I turned around and looked at her.
"I thought you were supposed to be at a meeting," I said in a flabbergasted tone.
"It didn't last as long as I thought it would. Oh, what a pervert you are! What a beast you are! Now can you see why I wouldn't do everything that you wanted me to do?"
"Relax, we were just having a little fun," Renee said.
"It's unspeakable what I saw you do to Cathy," Joy snapped.
"What? We were just doing a little innocent frenching, Aunt Joy," Cathy explained.
"That is sick," Joy exploded. "It's absolutely sick for two girls to be kissing like that. Next thing you know, you'll be going even further."
"We did, but before you got here," Renee smiled. "I had just finished sucking out Cathy's box."
"You gutter-snipe, you little pervert," Joy roared.
"Relax, honey, the girls are just having a little fun," I said.
"You're worse than they are, you probably put them up to doing all of this," Joy said. "I ought to divorce you, you creep, you bastard, you rotten son-of-a-bitch. You're ruining those girls, absolutely ruining them."
"No he isn't, mother," Renee kept her cool through it all. "As a matter-of-fact, I had to talk him into fucking me yesterday. He thought just like you did, that it was something horrible. I'll bet if you got off your clothes and joined us, you'd be surprised at how much fun we can all have together."
"What a disgusting way to talk to your mother," Joy said.
She walked over toward Renee and slapped her across the face.
"What's that for?" Renee rubbed her face sensitively.
"For talking to your mother in such a way."
"I didn't say anything insulting," Renee said.
"No, she didn't," Cathy said.
"As for you, young lady, maybe it's your fault that all this is happening," Joy said. "Since you moved in here, I've been seeing some very strange things happen. I see my husband having sex with you, and I see you frenching with my little girl."
"Your little girl can take care of herself," Cathy grinned.
"You're damned right I can," Renee said.
"I'll talk to you later," Joy turned on me and said, "I'm sure that you're the fault of all this, in spite of what the girls said. You're a beast, a rotten, contemptible beast. You're an animal, a gutter-snipe, the worst kind of possible crawling vermin. Good-night."
With that she stormed out of the room. A few seconds later I heard the door slam.
"She sure can act like a bitch when she wants to," I shook my head.
"She sure did lose her cool," Cathy laughed.
"She acts like she's never seen people fuck before," Renee said.
"I didn't get the chance to ask her if she was elected Vice-President of her club," I suddenly burst into laughter.
The girls also laughed. We were able to hold up under the trauma of the moment because we all felt sexually satisfied and happy to be with each other.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
I dressed quickly, then went into the house.
I regretted very much the prospect of having to talk with Joy. I had never quite seen her that angry in my entire life, even though I knew she had a quick temper that could explode at any moment.
I walked up the stairs and entered the bedroom. She was lying on the bed sobbing.
"First you're so angry you're screaming, and now you're bawling," I shook my head disgustedly. "You shouldn't go into tantrums like that."
"Just what do you expect me to do, you animal?" she looked at me and flashed a hateful look in her eyes.
"I expect you to take a little more mature attitude when it comes to fucking," I said.
"A more mature attitude? You mean to say you see nothing wrong with having sex with your own daughter and your own niece?"
"As a matter-of-fact, when I stop to think about it, I do."
"Oh, I see. It's something you have to think about."
"Right now, yes. Mainly because I'm in a pretty screwed up mood when it comes to my own thoughts about sex."
"If you are, it's because you've screwed those thoughts up in your own mind. It's your own damned fault, you terrible lecher."
"Hang on now. I took that last tirade in good shape, but I'm not going to listen to another one."
"You're not issuing ultimatums to me," she jumped up out of the bed and clinched her fists.
"You sit down, you angry little bitch, or I'll knock you down," I decided to stand up to her.
"Just who do you think you're talking to?" she looked at me, taken aback by my sudden angry tone.
"I know who I'm talking to," I said. "I'm talking about my old lady, and if I've got to knock you down to prove my point, then that's just what I'll do."
"You will not."
"Just don't push me too far."
"Just what kind of animal are you turning into?"
"If I'm turning into an animal at all, it's only because you're making one out of me. If a guy can't get access to his own wife's cunt when he wants it, then just what the hell is he supposed to do? I'm tired of just playing with myself, baby, when I want a fuck, I expect to get it. I'm a pretty big man around this town, and I can get pussy anytime that I want it. It's just that I'm not essentially the roving kind."
"I guess not," she said. "I guess you're more inclined toward taking your sex as you find it at Home, even if your own beautiful young daughter happens to be your victim."
"Maybe I did get caught in a bad situation there, even though I loved every second of it. If I did, it was because I was frustrated. And the frustration was something that stemmed from your attitude toward me."
"And just how was that?"
"Baby, you just don't know how horny I was the other night. I really wanted to fuck bad. So what do you do? You have me suck out that twat of yours, not once but twice. Fine, I'm more than willing to do that, in fact I loved it. But what I'm not willing to do is to be shut off, to have you lock that hot pussy of yours up, after you've had your kicks. That's as selfish as hell, and I don't like it. What guy wouldn't go out and get sex somewhere else after his old lady did something like that to him?"
"You had it coming," she said steadfastly, sitting down hard on the end of the bed.
"How's that?"
"You've been taking me for granted for all too long. You think that just because you supply me with a nice place to live, and give me plenty of money, that means you have a personal strangle-hold on my body. It means that anytime you ask me to spread my legs, I'm automatically supposed to do it. Well, I'm not some kind of sex robot, and I don't intend to be, either for you or for anybody else. I'm sick of this whole thing. I'm a woman, and I expect to be treated as a total entity, not as some kind of sex object who spreads her legs whenever her . husband tells her to."
"I have never thought of you as a sex robot," I said. "But I do expect a piece of ass when I get hot. Hell, that's not being unreasonable. Any husband would expect the same thing. Now put some of those fool ideas out of your head. When I want a piece of ass, I expect to get it, and after this I'm going to just start tearing those clothes of yours off. Either that, or I'll fuck Renee."
"What is this? Some sort of blackmail?" she erupted. I saw the fire sweep into her eyes. "I've never heard such talk. What you're saying, is that if you can't get sex with me, you're going to get it with my little girl. And you're holding this over my head."
"I'm hot, and I know where I can get a good fuck," I said. "It's not that I necessarily want to do it that way. It's just that when I get hot, I want an outlet, and I know a very willing outlet right in this very house. You really can't blame me if I take advantage of it. If I do, it's only because you haven't been undertaking your wifely responsibilities by letting me get my rocks off inside you."
"You're a disgusting creep, and you make me want to puke," she said.
"Just hold off on that talk, just who in the hell do you think you are?"
"I think I'm a whole lot better than you are."
"Hell, you like a good fuck as well as the next girl," I said.
"I don't appreciate your dirty talk."
"I don't appreciate your lousy attitude. I expect a fuck when I want it."
"I don't know that I'll ever go to bed with you again," she indicted me savagely.
"Okay, you goddamn bitch, I'm going to go out and get drunk," I said, jumping up suddenly from the bed and storming out of the room.
I didn't like anything about her attitude. She had her nerve, turning me on, then immediately turning me off.
And what made matters worse, she was blaming me totally for what had happened with Renee. After all, she had been the one who had been responsible for my sexual urges getting that far out of control.
I stormed into the bathroom and took a lengthy shower. I was hoping that it would cool me off.
"
It didn't. All that it accomplished was to get me a little cleaner and less sweaty than I had been before.
I got out of the shower and dried myself off.. I put my clothes back on, then stormed out of the house.
Just as I was getting ready to leave, I watched Renee walking up the stairs.
"Going out, daddy?" she smiled.
"Yeah, I'm going to get smashed."
"Good luck. I'm tired. I'm going to bed."
"You gave me a wonderful time, baby."
"Thank you, daddy. We'll have to do it again. But next time we'll make sure that mother's nowhere around."
She was grinning as she walked up the stairs.
I walked out the door, slamming it behind me. I was so angry at Joy that I could have broken her neck.
That was the big reason I had to get out of there. I had been threatening her with physical violence, and I know that, if I had stayed around there and argued with her some more, things could have become very sticky.
I knew down deep that hurting her and beating her up would accomplish no purpose whatsoever.
So I thought the best thing to do would be to leave the house.
As I got into my car and drove off, I noticed that Gary had still not arrived home. He was spending more time away from home than he was in it.
I got to thinking that maybe I ought to do the same thing. Maybe I ought to spend a lot of my time away from home.
The more I thought about fucking my daughter, the more I realized that Joy had been right on that point. But I had also been right in saying that the fuck with Renee, along with the one I had had with Cathy, had been the culmination of the sexual frustrations I encountered with Joy.
Perhaps getting drunk really wasn't a solution to anything, but at least it would provide me with an escape hatch for the moment.
After all that I had been through, I needed to engage in another type of diversion. At least it was better than beating up Joy.
As for Joy, I recognized just how critical things were getting with her. My sex life with her had deteriorated to such a point that there didn't appear to be any hope to be offered in the immediate future.
With nothing in the way of kicks to look forward to, my life would be very bleak. I might just as well throw myself into more intensive activities at the office, for all the good that I was able to do at home, in bed with my own wife.
I swung into the driveway of a bar. Perhaps, I thought, I could at least cool off in the next couple of hours.
I looked forward to sampling my first taste of liquor. I thought that maybe it would remove the distaste from my mouth, the distaste that had accumulated as a result of my argument with Joy.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It was one of those nights where it was difficult to get drunk.
That always seemed to happen to me at times when I felt the necessity of getting drunk.
I did manage to get myself to feeling a little light-headed, following about three or four drinks.
I was in the middle of my fifth scotch and water when a gal staggered into the stool next to mine.
"Hello, there," she smiled after she had ordered her drink.
"Hi," I said.
I took a good look at her. She had brown hair that was a little gray at the edges. Her teeth were a little uneven, and she wore thick glasses. On top of that, she was a little on the heavy side. "What's your name?" she asked drunkenly. "Ray."
"Oh, that's a nice name. I used to have a boyfriend named Ray."
"That's nice," I said, bored by it all.
"My name's Priscilla."
"Glad to know you, Priscilla."
"I'm delighted to meet you, Ray. Can I buy you a drink?"
"No, no thanks."
"You're such a handsome gentleman, Ray."
"Thank you."
"Would you mind talking to me a little bit?"
"No, I guess not."
"I'm in a terrible predicament at home," she said.
"Is that right?"
"Yes. I had a violent argument with my husband."
"When did this happen?"
"Oh, early tonight. I left the house and so did he. I don't know where he went. All I could do was go out and order drinks for myself. I've been spending most of the night crying in my martinis."
"It's not worth crying about any of this stuff," I said.
"Yes, you just say that because you haven't had any problems like I've had."
"Priscilla, I just had quite an argument with my wife."
"Oh, did you?"
"Yes."
"Then I guess we have something in common," she chuckled.
"You just wouldn't guess what caused our argument."
"What was it?"
"We argued over television."
"Over television?" I looked at her strangely.
"Yes, that's right. I wanted to watch one show, and he wanted to watch another. It was such a crazy show, the one he wanted to watch. If we disagreed over something else, I could have seen it, but to ask me to watch such a stupid show with him. Well, that was just plain too much."
"So you walked out on him?"
"You're darned right I did. I told him he could take his television set and do whatever he wanted to with it."
"So then what did he do?"
"Oh, he went out, too. After the argument, we were both so unnerved that we didn't even want to watch television. He's probably out drinking, just like I am. Or maybe he's found some girlfriend that he's spending time with at night. Come to think of it, I have been seeing a lot less of him lately."
"It's hard to say what he's doing," I shrugged. "But you know something? I'm kind of happy that it all happened."
"Why's that?"
"Because I wouldn't have met you if it hadn't," she laughed. She blinked her eyes flirtatiously, and I looked away.
"Are you the bashful type," she persisted.
"No, I'm not. I guess that I'm so hooked on my wife that I just can't look at other women." I wanted to get her off my back, and figured that by resorting to a little diplomacy, the goal might be accomplished that much easier.
"Oh, you're such a loyal man," she said, shaking her head. "But, sweetie, if you showed your wife that you could be attractive to other women, she'd probably think more of you. She'd be less likely to get involved in arguments with you. Did you ever stop to think about that?"
"No, I haven't," I said tightly.
"How about taking me to the restaurant across the street any buying me a cup of coffee?" she said.
"No, I'm sorry, but I'm just not interested. I just want to stay here and drink."
"But I'd like to get better acquainted with you," she told me persistently. She reached out and tugged at my arm with her hand, giving me the distinct impression that she was exceptionally horny.
"Please, I just want to stay here and drink."
"But aren't you interested in me?"
"As a matter-of-fact, I'm really not."
"I like that, I really like that," she suddenly raised her voice. "Just who do you think you are, Prince Charming or something? What terrible nerve. A lady invites you to have coffee with her, and you tell her you're not interested."
"Please cool off, people are looking at us."
"I don't care. I'll shout it on the rooftops if I have to. I just don't like the way you're acting."
"Please quiet down."
"I will not, I'll shout as loud as I want to," she was now shrieking at the top of her lungs.
I jumped up from the stool and walked swiftly out of the bar.
As I got toward the door, I heard her crying. It reminded me of the kind of sobbing that Joy had been doing when I walked into the bedroom after having fucked Renee and Cathy.
The incident with homely Priscilla in the bar turned me off as far as any more drinking for that evening was concerned.
I figured that I wasn't about to get drunk anyway. My mind was too beset with problems in order for me to relax even sufficiently to the point of being able to get drunk.
My only alternative, I figured, was to drive home.
I hated like hell to go back home. I wondered just what would happen when I walked into the bedroom again.
After thinking about it, I decided that probably nothing would happen. More than likely, Joy would be fast asleep when I walked in. Unless she awakened and precipitated another argument, things would probably be pretty quiet. At least for the time being.
Yes, I realized, there would probably be many more storms in the immediate offing.
The clouds were certainly in the air.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
I entered the house quietly and walked slowly up the stairs. I was deliberately attempting not to disturb Joy. I hoped that I would not wake her up, provided she was asleep, and I hoped that she was.
As I got halfway up the stairs, however, I saw a light on in the bedroom. My heart sank a little. I wondered if she was doing some reading up there, as she sometimes did prior to going to bed.
But what worried me more was the possibility that she would be lying there in a terrible mood, just waiting for me. Perhaps she had been spending all the time that I had been away just rehearsing arguments that she could throw in my face.
As I neared the door, however, I heard some strange sounds going on in there. I decided to peek in the crack of the door and find out what was going on before breaking in.
My heart sank as I observed an incredible sight inside that room.
Joy was stark naked, her body looking as beautiful as ever. It was trembling with keen anticipation, and a man held his arms tightly around her beautiful body.
I could see that he was very young, and I was waiting to get my first look at his face. As his head turned toward me, I observed that it was my son, Gary.
I gulped hard as I watched his lips plunge against hers. His prick was good and hard, ready for immediate sexual action.
"You don't need to do things with those girls at school," Joy whispered to him. "They're just girls. I'm a woman, and I'm willing to give you all the action you need."
"Oh, mom, I love you."
"Kiss me one more time, my dear."
As his lips moved forward and he delivered them against her lips, she reached down with her right hand and grabbed a hold of his stiff dick. She pumped up and down on that prick with great excitement, moving her fingers swiftly over it.
As I stood there and watched, two things were happening to me. The anger was mounting inside me, and so were my blinding sexual passions. I both wanted to slap her face and fuck her. It was a strange combination, but one which was readily expectable under those circumstances.
She just had to be the biggest hypocrite I had ever met, I couldn't help but think as I watched those lips continue to remain pressed against his. All the while her fingers continued flying over his hot pecker.
Here she had told me how terrible I was for having sex with my little girl, when she knew that she was very much turned on by my son, Gary. From the way that they were going at things, it appeared that they were highly familiar sexual partners. I got the definite impression that this was not their first time in bed together.
"French me, honey, stick that tongue of yours inside my mouth," Joy swooned after their lips parted.
"Oh, mom, sure I will. Anything you say."
I watched Gary's hot red tongue thrust forward. He allowed it to enter inside her mouth. The tongue stabbed against each other with great zeal. All the while the tempo continued to build inside both of them.
Even while he was letting his tongue thrust against hers, she was steadily letting those fingers go to work over his hot prick. Up and down she continued to pump, getting him increasingly hotter.
Now his entire body was quivering with great sensation as tongue continued to slide against tongue.
Finally Gary withdrew his tongue from her mouth.
"I can't take it any more, you've got me too hot," he gasped, looking down at his prick.
She continued running her fingers up and down it, moving them at a brisk pace. Now she was running those fingers as fast as she could, eager to give him all the sensation that she could provide with her rapid finger movements.
"I want to suck you," she said, "I want to put this hot cock in my mouth. I want to play with your balls, baby. I want to run my fingers over them while I'm letting this hot tongue slide up and down your pole."
"Oh, mom, baby, suck me. I want you to," he gasped.
Now he was trembling even more than before as he slid his legs apart. She looked down at his huge prick, smiling happily.
She let her head drop. She switched her finger movements from his peter to his balls.
While her fingers worked steadily at his testicles, her tongue worked with great sweeping movements up and down the length of his entire rod.
It was thick and fleshy and she was enjoying every stroke. I was getting hot just watching her go to it.
She was an expert cock-sucker, as I well knew, but I had not been experiencing much in the way of sensation from her lately. That made me all the madder. Seeing her go to work on Gary. She was sucking him for all she was worth, giving him plenty of action, and here I was, some poor guy who couldn't seem to get any sensation from her, except strictly on her terms.
Not only that, but she had been such a big hypocrite that she had called me every name in the book for doing no more than what she was doing with her own son.
While those fingers continued to slide around his balls, her tongue movements became brisker, and more precise than before. Now she was moving that hot tongue at an even faster clip, giving him everything she could in the way of sexual satisfaction.
"Keep up the sucking, mom, keep it up. Honey, because I'm about to shoot," Gary exclaimed. "Keep up the sucking, I'm about there. Oh, yes, a few more. Just a few more. Keep stroking, keep sucking."
She reacted to his needs by sucking him with that much more enthusiasm. She was stroking in a brisk up and down fashion, letting the tempo continue to build.
"Oh, ohh, that's it, I'm just about there," he panted. "Oh, ohh, I'm shooting. Ohh, ohh, catch it. Catch my load. Go after my hot juice. Eat my jism, eat that jism, eat me raw. Ohh, suck me. Ohh, ohh, ohhh."
I watched the deluge of white juice shoot into her mouth.
Once more I was getting those dual feelings.
I was incensed, yet I was extremely hot for sex at the same time.
I decided that the time was ripe to burst into the room. I made my move and walked in.
"I hope that I haven't disturbed anything," I said sarcastically.
"Dad, I thought you were out," a fearful Gary looked at me with wide-eyed concern.
"Well, maybe I got back a little earlier than you expected me to," I laughed.
"Usually when you go out to drink, it's for most of the night," Gary said.
"Yes, but there are times when I do come home earlier than others. Just like earlier tonight your mother came back a little sooner than the rest of us expected."
"What was that all about?" Gary shook his head.
"If she didn't tell you, I don't see any reason why I should. Would you please leave, Gary, so we can be alone?"
"Sure, sure, dad," he said.
He got up from the bed. He picked up his clothes and walked with great uncertainty toward the door. He was trembling all over, but this time for a different reason than that for which he had been trembling earlier.
He closed the door behind him, and now I was alone with Joy.
"You goddamn hypocrite, you slimy little bitch," I laughed.
"Please leave me alone."
"No, I'm going to give you a great suck."
"Please, I'd like to go to bed now."
"You're already in bed. You'll stay in bed, and you'll fuck me. You'll do exactly as I tell you. Then I'll let you go to sleep. It's time we stopped humping with the kids and started humping each other."
"I just don't want to talk about this," she said. "I became very disturbed when you left and I just didn't realize what I was doing."
"That's a lot of bullshit," I laughed. "You mean to say you've never made it with him before?"
"No, I'm not saying that," she shook her head. "That's good, because even if you had said that, I sure as hell wouldn't believe you."
"What are you going to do to me?"
"First thing I'm going to do is unzip these trousers. Then I'm going to slam my cock down your throat. I'm going to fuck you in a way that Gary didn't. I'm going to really turn you on."
"Please be careful."
"Shut your fucking mouth."
I unzipped my trousers, letting my cock fall free. I shoved my body forward. I reached out with my hands and grabbed a hold of her hair.
"Oh, stop it, you're hurting me," she cried out.
"Shut up. You be a good girl, you stop your belly aching, and maybe I'll turn loose that hair. But right now I'm going to fuck that mouth of yours. I'm going to really fuck it."
"Please be careful, please don't do that."
"Aw, fuck you, you bitch. You hypocrite bitch. I'm going to take what's mine now, and this time I'm not going to ask. I'm sick of playing the role of the gentleman. Maybe if I hump you a few times against your will, you'll finally wise up."
I continued tugging at her hair as I slipped my body forward. I let that hot dick of mine enter inside her mouth.
I slammed my dick forward, letting it shove deeply into her mouth. I was going to give her a deep throat fuck, one that she would never forget.
I not only had to fuck her, I had to discipline her. I was going to bring this woman around to where she would start pleasing me more than she had before.
As for my office activities, I would see to it that I always left myself a little time for relaxation. I wasn't going to see myself throw the rest of my life away behind a desk. No, not when I had somebody beautiful like Joy to fuck with at home.
That body of hers never looked more superb, and as I shoved my prick into high gear, I began appreciating it all the more.
Soon I withdrew my fingers from her hair. I put them to work on her breasts. I let my fingers tug at her breasts, letting them finger the hot flesh eagerly.
I squeezed her breasts and nipples as I continued letting my prick move in and out of her hot mouth.
With each succeeding stab, I pushed my prick into her with that much more eagerness. I was shoving it into her as deeply as I could, driving it frenziedly inside her mouth.
After awhile she settled into the routine of things. I could see that her body was loosening up, and soon it was swaying back and forth, actually reacting positively to my hot forward stabs.
"Oh, what a fuck you are, I'm really fucking that throat of yours. I'm fucking your mouth. I'm going to shoot my juices into your mouth," I said.
Now I was stabbing for everything I was worth. I was rolling my hips and shoving my peter into her relentlessly, pushing it with savage force into her mouth.
"Oh, do I love it, do I love grinding this prick into your mouth. Do I love fucking you," I said.
I kept on grinding away until I couldn't hold back the hot load of juices.
The juices shot out of the end of my stick, filling her mouth with my liquid sensations.
"Now was that so bad?" I said as I withdrew my prick from her mouth.
"No, not when I got used to it."
"Well, I really needed a good fuck from you. I hope now that we both learned our lessons. We don't have to fuck with the kids if we give each other enough action."
"Maybe you're right," she said. "I'm sorry that I talked to you so harshly earlier. It's just that I was shocked at seeing that. I realize I didn't have any right to be, since I had been doing the same thing with Gary."
"Your apology is accepted. I'm sorry that I flew off the handle. I really do love you, Joy." I proceeded to prove my point by letting my lips slide against hers.
"Oh, you're really a wonderful guy, Ray. I'm happy to tell you that."
"And you're a great girl."
"Let's see more of each other now. Let's not spend so much time separated, with you at the office and me at various club meetings. I think that's the big thing that drove us apart."
"I know that," I nodded. "I've learned my lesson, and I hope you've learned yours."
"I have," she nodded emphatically.
"That's good. I think the first thing we ought to do is to take a nice long vacation. That ought to really put us in the pink."
"That sounds very good, my dear. I could use a few days in Palm Springs."
"So could I. We could both use the sun."
"But I know what I want right now."
"Just say the word."
"I want you to suck my pussy. You did do a beautiful job sucking me the other night. It was terrible of me to do what I did."
"That's forgotten," I smiled.
"Okay. So please suck me, darling."
"Just make room for that hot tongue of mine," I said.
I let my fingers go to work briskly on her pussy. I watched the way her body began to tremble and the way her hips started to undulate dramatically back and forth.
I liked to watch the movement of those beautiful hips, and I liked staring at that beautiful mound.
Soon my head was dropping forward. Next my tongue was going to work with spirited impact inside that hot mound.
Back and forth that tongue of mine was sliding with great eagerness. I was picking up the tempo.
"Oh, darling, I love you, suck me," she gasped. Those words "I love you" really did some thing for me. They made me feel a lot better than anything ,else I had experienced in the last few weeks.
Now I was able to feel a little more secure about things. My tongue went to work, sweeping passionately over that hot box. I looked forward to obtaining another fantastic load of pussy juice from my gorgeous wife.
We were both happy that things were looking up again, and we were going out of our way to show as much toward sexual pleasure for each other as absolutely possible.