Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc. Author: W R Jenkins Title: Daddy takes a Break Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Daddy Takes a Break - (dadbreak.txt) - Oh, the never-ending trouble of an ex-wife. When they leave, shouldn't that be the end? Not that Bill cares. He's found someone to replace her that is better in every regard. No one loves you like family, they say. M/F, oral, anal, inc. "Shouldn't you be getting dressed?" Bill Keller asked as he stepped out of the bathroom, still drying his chest with a towel. "Oh, I couldn't," Cindy sighed, "I'm just too tired after that work-out to think of anything, let alone get up." As if to demonstrate, Cindy sat up and stretched. She knew exactly the way her raised arms made her firm breasts rise and be even more prominent. Then she dropped back to the bed, as if in exhaustion. Bill's perusal of the motion of those globes caused by her action was interrupted when Cindy let her legs drop open. She did it casually, as if falling to the bed had made it an inevitable consequence, but Bill knew better. She was too perfectly posed, arms thrown out in surrender, legs open to draw his eye to the pink crevice that was even then glistening at him in welcome. "It won't work," he said simply. "Even if I was of a mind to, I'm in no condition right now." "Then come back to bed and I'll see to your condition," Cindy said, "We don't really have to go out, do we?" "You know very well we do," Bill said, hanging the towel on a bar and going to his suitcase to find underwear. "Your mother will have a fit if we don't arrive right on time." "I don't know why you care," Cindy pouted. "She left you, daddy. I don't see we owe her anything." "I think we owe her a reminder of what she left," Bill said with a twinkle in his eye. "And to show her we're still close since she left." Cindy giggled at that. It was the kind of giggle that set her breasts in motion again and Bill felt a twinge of regret for his insistence on duty. Too much more of that and he would be tempted to let the old bag wait. "Now get some clothes on," he snapped back to his senses. "Your mother is a proper lady now. She can't have naked hooligans coming up to her door, even if they are her daughter." Cindy was in a proper little dress, puffs on the shoulders and a pleated skirt that was nearer her knees than anything else she owned when they stood on the sidewalk in front of the impressive house. It was two stories with mullioned windows, set in a row with other houses of the same sort. "She didn't waste time on another poor man, did she," Cindy observed cattily. "Now Cindy, I'm sure it's a love match and it is gauche of you to speak with resentment of your mother," Bill cautioned her. "Be a good girl. Be on your best behavior. Be on Emily's best behavior." Emily was Cindy's friend who never got into trouble and was always the proper miss. Bill liked to contrast Emily with Cindy whenever he wanted to make a point. Cindy wrinkled her nose at him. "So now it's Emily, is it? How long have you had your eye on her?" Cindy was unrepentant. They put the conversation on hold as Bill put out a finger to ring the bell. They needn't have bothered. The door was answered by a tall, balding gentleman with a prominent stomach. "Yes?" he said. "Bill Keller to see Mrs. Mattson," Bill said stiffly. "Very well," said the man. "She is expecting you. This way, please." Cindy was making faces behind the man's back as they were led down the central hall to a room in the back. June Keller, now Mattson, was seated in a settee, hands folded in her lap. She smiled professionally at them but did not rise. "Mr. Keller is here to see you, madam," the butler announced. "Very well, James. That will be all," Mrs. Mattson said formally. "That's not your husband?" Cindy said with feigned surprise as James left. "I thought he might be." June ignored the obvious jape. She turned to Bill instead. "I suppose you've found accommodations to your liking?" she inquired. "Oh yes, this a great place. No trouble at all from anyone," Bill said brightly. "So how are you making out?" "I'm quite comfortable," she said stiffly. "Kevin is a fine man and he makes every effort to see I'm well provided for." "So I see," Cindy chirped up. "This place is worth a bundle, isn't it? And it's a community property state..." June was obviously upset, but tried to hide it. She gave Bill a stern look as if it was somehow his fault. He took the hint. "Honey, we talked about that," he remonstrated his daughter. "Your mother has every right to find happiness, whatever form that might take." June had been approving up until the tag line. Then she scowled and Bill saw the face that had been turned on him daily in the dying phase of their marriage. "Oh, very clever," June said, losing some of her stiffness. "What was I supposed to do? Continue my string of losers... and perverts?" "You were supposed to do just what you did, find happiness," Bill said, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm sorry if it sounded like I meant anything else." It didn't ease June's scowl. She knew what he meant and that he'd have some way to wiggle out of it. Her concern was more for Cindy anyway. She had inherited Bill's sharp tongue without the grace to cover it with honey the way he did. "So, have you re-considered?" she turned to her daughter and asked sharply. "You seem impressed with the house. Wouldn't you like to live here?" "Only with Daddy," Cindy retorted with a flash of pique. "Cindy! We talked!" Bill was quite firm in his rebuke. Some ill-mannered sniping could hardly be avoided, given the circumstances, but they were to avoid the glaring issues of controversy. June had never said it, even when she was leaving. Bill wanted to leave it in the limbo of reasonable deniability. "She asked," Cindy said sullenly. "She made a point of it. I didn't start it." "Cindy! I'm your mother! You have no cause to speak that way to me," June put in. "I have only your best interest at heart." Cindy was mutinous. She clearly had thoughts on the subject, but she shot a look at Bill and held her tongue. Seeing she was, for the moment, exercising some tact, Bill turned back to his ex. "Shall we go somewhere for lunch?" Bill asked. "I don't feel right putting you out for some ghosts of the past." "You see? You SEE?" Cindy was raving when they came back to their room. "She's got a big one hooked and she can't even see she's the trophy!" "Now, now," Bill said, trying to be the voice of reason, "Your mother is not an idiot. She knows very well she's a trophy. She's doing everything she can to make sure that trophy stays polished and on the shelf." Cindy snickered. She was already out of the dress and skinning out of the slip under it. It was as if the proper clothes had some taint to them. She paused in her underwear and turned to face Bill. "Now can we finish what he started this morning?" she asked. Her face fell when Bill shook his head. She was drawing breath to protest when he spoke. "We're starting something new," he said. "Something to rub the stink of her perfume off us." Cindy was naked in fifteen seconds and on then bed in twenty. Bill hadn't had time to unbutton his shirt after taking off his tie. In a reversal of the normal course of things, he took his time unbuttoning the shirt and then let it hang as he worked at his belt. Cindy rolled over to watch. She turned so her head was at the foot of the bed so it was closer to him. One, then the other, foot came up and curled in the air as he executed his strip tease for her. "I want to suck it, Daddy," she said seriously as Bill was pulling down his underwear. "Well, who am I to say no to a reasonable demand?" Bill asked with a smile as he straightened up. He stepped to the end of the bed and Cindy pressed forward on her elbows to put her mouth on his cock. She turned her head to drag her lips along his hanging organ, sending her tongue out to tickle at the tip as she reached the bottom. She repeated the process until Bill's cock roused and rose up. She ducked out of the way as it came erect and licked along the underside before covering his cock with her mouth and sucking. Oh yes, she'd become quite the cock sucker, Bill granted as he looked down at her head moving back and forth. And he took no credit. She'd rejected his every suggestion, even ones she later adopted, in favor of learning for herself. That was just the kind of girl she was. The kind of girl she was, was smart. Her lips were very arousing as they moved over the skin of his cock and her tongue brought flashes of heat as she teased the cock in her mouth, but she wasn't going to suck him off. Bill knew her methods. She was making him extra horny so he'd forget himself when he fucked her. She wanted a rip-roarer and he also knew why. Cindy wanted to erase any memory he might have recalled upon seeing June. She was his girl now and wanted Bill to know it. "Should I cum in your mouth?" he asked to prompt her to get on with it. She wasn't fooled. She knew exactly how aroused he was and that there was no danger of his coming off, but she lifted her head anyway. "You're going to," she promised, "and everywhere else, but not in my mouth the first time." "Where then?" Bill played along. "Anywhere not my mouth," Cindy said teasingly, "Where do you want to cum?" "Lay back and I'll decide," Bill said, not wanted to tip his hand and interested in what Cindy's rearrangement would show. She did an approximation of a back flip on the bed and landed on her back in much the same position he'd found her in that morning. He saw it now. He wasn't complaining. It was still new enough to be exciting to her and she was still inexperienced enough to not know the variations. She wanted regular sex, anal sex and oral sex - in that order. Bill smiled as he got on his knees on the bed. It didn't really take novelty for him to be excited by his daughter. He was happy enough to fuck her however she wanted. He loved her, after all, and he liked making her happy. Her desire for him and her fresh, hot body was enough to make any sex desirable for him. "Oh! Oooo... How did you know?" Cindy reacted as Bill got over her and inserted his cock without pause. "Because you're a dirty little girl and dirty little girls are always wet," Bill dismissed her wonder that he knew she was ready. Cindy didn't even giggle in reply. She was too busy moving her legs to insure Daddy had the best, and deepest, access to her pussy she could arrange. He was fucking her. That was what she really wanted. Bill wondered about his own mother. Cindy certainly didn't inherit the ever-tight confines of her pussy from June. It was more than inexperience. Cindy wasn't so inexperienced and yet, as he slid his cock to the hair in her pussy, it still gripped him like a virgin's. More than that, it wasn't the wet silk, which was wonderful itself, he found in some women. It was more a spongy pressure that gave some indefinable impression of being alive as he stroked in and out of its grip. He had the sense her pussy wanted to eat his cock, but didn't have the teeth to manage. He found the sensation of being gummed to orgasm pleasant, but it was the bright eyes, so obviously ecstatic, that gave him the spark. Cindy was never as happy as when he fucked her and making her happy was a big part of his pleasure. Of course the hot body and tight pussy added their appeal. Bill couldn't imagine he'd enjoy fucking anyone as much as he did Cindy. "Make my titties bounce. You know how hot that gets you," Cindy urged as Bill stroked his cock into her tight pussy. That was a fact and just as she said it. The effort it took to slam his cock into her was a side-effect. Charging in and out of the wet little sheath was arousing, but not like the sight of her firm mounds bobbing up and down. They stayed so round as they went up and back above her ribs. Her nipples seemed to strain particularly hard as her breasts bounced with his thrusts. Bill had intended to work up to that, but at her prompting, he shifted into a higher gear to appease her. It would get it over sooner and that was not his intention, but he let his mind go forward to what he was sure she intended. There was a whole program of sex ahead of him and getting the first one out of the way would hardly ruin the rest. In any case, Cindy wanted it and he was putty in her hands. However he was in her hands, he was very hard in her pussy. He could feel the end of his cock jabbing unknown things inside her as he rammed his cock home. Cindy was jerking joyfully, adding her own happy motion to his thrusts and making her tits wobble not only up and down but out and around in the furor. "Now Daddy! Now please!" she cried out and Bill knew her need. He went to long strokes, as rapid as he could make them, for a long moment and then closed in to slam against her with short, insistent thrusts that made him rub hard on her pussy lips. Cindy was tossing around as he kept up the fucking, his close range helpful in keeping his place in the writhing girl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes," Cindy repeated as she grabbed at him, her legs wrapping around her back and furnishing her with the lever to move her hips on his cock as he fucked her. Indeed, Bill might have replied to each assertion as Cindy climaxed on his cock. As abrupt as it had been, he was only waiting for Cindy's response to yield. Even if he had not been so ready, the contractions, the proof of her pleasure, had a magic effect on him. They were not so much the permission as the imperative for him to cum. It was too special to feel his little girl clamping down on his cock in ecstasy for him not to be moved. It was a trigger so reliable that Bill felt relief as his balls jumped and he felt the cum course down his cock to flood his daughter. "Yes! Fill me up!" Cindy indicated she noticed. "Well, that's about it for me," Bill said slyly as he rolled off Cindy and assumed a position of fatigue beside her. "The hell it is!" Cindy popped up, interrupting her languor beside him. "You've got two more stops and you know it! I'm not letting you get away this time!" "All right! All right! All right!" Bill surrendered to the beating of small fists on his chest. "But I do need recovery time. I'm just an old man, after all." "You're not so old," Cindy said soberly and much quieter. "People wouldn't say so much if I married a guy your age." "Well, I would, young lady," Bill turned to her. "A guy like me only has one idea when he courts a girl like you. And if all you want is to fuck, then I'll take care of that." "That's all I want, Daddy," Cindy said wistfully, her head sinking down on his shoulder as she relaxed again. It wasn't much of a pause. Presently, Bill felt her hand slyly drag down from his chest to rest on his cock. She let it lay there at first, but then came the twitching of fingers and slowly the motion became stroking. "No where near," Bill said gently. "Nowhere near what?" Cindy asked. "Nowhere near long enough and nowhere near ready," Bill said. "You're wasting your time." "It's mine to waste," Cindy said argumentively. "Then go ahead," he said, but she caught the air there was something more. "No. Out with it. What aren't you saying?" Cindy interrogated him. "Just that fingers won't do the job," Bill said slyly. Cindy had known him all her life. She knew that leading tone. Then, suddenly, she made a noise of disgust. "Then I won't use *fingers*," she said, emphasizing the word so he'd know she'd solved his riddle. He didn't have to play it that way, but it seemed better to have Cindy make the decision. It seemed more wrong to suggest she suck his cock, no matter how eager she might be to comply. He'd rather remind her, with perhaps a little indication that she could be effective, and let her move down to breathe on his cock of her own accord. And it gave him a nasty thrill of a manipulator, even if he might not have earned it, as her head moved down to his groin. "Poor thing," she said to his cock, "All tired out. Well, you rest. Mommy kiss and make it better." There was something perversely exciting about his daughter being his cock's mommy that caught Bill. He felt a stir. It was only a phantom, but it was also a good definition of the spirit being willing and the flesh weak. He lay back and marveled at the way Cindy toyed with his cock, kissing it and then lifting it up for examination before putting it back with a pat. She wasn't pointlessly attacking unable flesh. She was inducing him to keep his attention on revival. She was doing just so much that would encourage his response as soon as possible. It was a show of remarkable restraint compared to the days when she'd fasten her mouth to his cock and suck without regard for his assurance it would do no good. Although, he had to admit, even in those days she would stick to it until she had results. He wasn't sure her new method was any more effective, but it was easier on him, if not her. Even having your cock sucked, when it's doing no good, is irritating and Bill was glad those days were past. Cindy was sucking his cock. Bill thought she was rushing. There was little response until he felt a finger snaking around his ass and then push into his anus. In spite of himself, he jerked and felt a certain stiffness rush to his cock. "Where did you learn that?" he asked, amazed. "Proper little Emily," Cindy scrunched up her face at him. "She's not so pure. She's just better at getting away with it." Bill reserved judgment. It was altogether likely Emily learned it reading or by doing research. He couldn't argue with the effect, but he didn't think Emily had learned it in the field. "Well, there's going to be payback," Bill threatened. Cindy was sucking his cock again. It was a pointless threat. They both knew what was coming. He'd return the exploration of her finger with his cock. Then she'd suck him off. "You know, you might be more excited if you had something to do," Cindy said. It could be that she was disappointed in the response she was able to get, but Bill thought it was a more personal motive that made Cindy throw her leg over his head and settle her pussy on his face. He wondered that she hadn't done it when she first started to explore. He had never shown any reluctance to sucking her pussy. He liked it and was sure it showed. It went right back to the pleasure he felt when his little girl was happy. He sucked at her pussy first before letting his tongue come out to invade. It was just the thing, as they both should have known. Whatever problem Cindy was having getting his cock hard enough melted away as Bill's tongue burrowed in her pussy. Soon it threatened to turn into a mutual oral climax. Cindy lifted her head to pant just before it became an issue. "Oh don't stop, please," Cindy pleaded, "I'll make it up to you." Bill had her tiny rear in both hands and was holding her where he could scour her pussy without reference to the way she tried to skitter away. It was just too good and evasion seemed to be her natural reaction. He was having none of it. The same went for her feeling it had to be even steven. If he could get her off more, then he should. He was the daddy and was supposed to win. There was a bit of parental control involved in making her cum, but it was mostly for the sheer delight of her squeals. "Now you've ruined it," Cindy scolded when she had escaped and was laying on the bed beside him. "You better still be good and hard when I'm ready for you, or you're going to get it." Bill had no doubt. A minute's delay was, in fact, more conducive to a hard cock than rushing. And there was the matter of lubricating Cindy's ass. That was at least as arousing as the penetration. There was the anticipation and it came while faced with his daughter's ass open and waiting to be sacrificed. A man might have no greater love than to give up his life for a friend, but a daughter had no greater love than to open her ass for her father in Bill's book. All that and it was as tight as an asshole and fun to fuck on its own. "We'll see who gets it," Bill said, sitting up, "Now how had you planned for it to go?" "Anything but upside down," Cindy said. "That hurts my neck. What do you want?" Bill didn't answer. He knew instantly, but what was the fun in telling? It would serve her right for being a brat with her mother and Bill felt he deserved it in any case. "I'll get the lube. Slippery or sticky?" he asked. Cindy shrugged. The fancy new lubricants made it almost effortless for both of them, but brought the non-sticky problem of less friction. Old school was messy and kept much of the feeling of invasion intact, but there was no substitute for that in making a guy's balls pop. She could have it easy and interminable or hard and to the point. With her lack of decision, Bill settled on hard and to the point. For one, and perhaps the only reason, it would leave him in better shape when Cindy wanted to suck him off. He didn't necessarily want it over quicker, but his recollection was the force of the explosion was worth any sacrifice of duration. "You went with messy," Cindy squawked when she saw the jar. "Serves you right for not speaking up," Bill said. "Now I want you to stand at the end of the bed and bend waaay over." Bill sat on the end of the bed with Cindy's ass nearly in his face and his legs between hers. He began by coating the crack of her ass in the jelly. "Now up inside," he warned her even as his finger popped through the round door of her ass. "You want it everywhere." "Ick!" Cindy responded as she always did to the strange, greasy feel. Prepared for the sacrifice, Bill thought to himself as he finished his work. Only Cindy was hardly a virgin and he couldn't recall any ceremony where the sacrifice was made by sticking something up the sacrifice's butt. Maybe there was some gay thing, but Bill was unaware. "Now it's going to be really easy," Bill told her as he began arranging their positions. Cindy knew it was lie by the way he said it. She was only getting suspicious as he moved her legs together and put his outside. It took a pull on her hips for her to get the picture. "Like this?! Daddy! That's work!" Cindy complained as she felt him lower her back. Only for her, Bill thought - at least once we get it in her securely. Despite her protest, which was mostly for form anyway, Cindy let him guide her back until she felt his cock pressing on her anus. Her only move was to put her feet a bit farther apart for balance. Then she pulled away. "A chair. Can't I have a chair?" She asked to Bill's startled look. When she returned, Bill didn't guide her. He put a hand on her back of give her the general location and let her squat back, searching for his cock with her ass. When she found it, he steadied it as she sank down. "Oh Jesus! It's so big!" she said in her usual protest as she forced the head of his cock past her unwilling sphincters. "It's always so big!" "And there's so much more left to go," Bill taunted her with the revelation. "Then it's... Ohh!" Cindy stumbled and three inches of cock rushed into her ass. "Sooner started, quicker done," Bill quipped. What was in other cases the best part was less for Bill when he was fucking Cindy's ass. He couldn't escape the raw pleasure of the tight hole squeezing on his cock, but he was too empathetic with her struggle to appreciate in the same way. Instead of a deep, gloating pleasure at ramming his cock where it didn't belong, Bill commiserated with Cindy when he entered her. Oh, it still felt great, but he had only physical and not emotional pleasure. That kicked in when Cindy finally sat down on his groin with his cock buried in her bowels. She waited there, waiting for the adjustment. Bill waited in tingling anticipation for the fun to start. "You know, we could still do it another way," Cindy took one more try, "You could stand up." "You know," Bill parroted her excuse, "The harder you work the happier I'll be and the sooner you can stop." He was too excited to change now. There was fatherly, proper fatherly interest in seeing her working toward a goal. It did his heart good to see her striving with such determination. It did his cock even more good to feel her move that tight circle up and down his length. It was simply the general pleasure of knowing his little girl loved him so much that made the vision of her ass bouncing up and down on his cock fill him with tingles. His cock was satisfied with the firm grip stroking it. Bill leaned back on his hands and let Cindy bounce her ass on his cock, fucking her ass with it. "That's good," he said as a guide. "Oh, that's good." Cindy was finding her stride. She was over the stretching and the invasion and getting her balance and was moving her ass up and down the length of his cock. Almost all the way up and almost all the way down, her asshole was giving his cock a stroking that was designed to prime it. She began to pant with the effort and Bill made a groan to assure her that the motion of her ass was working. It was, but the sight of his cock being swallowed by her ass was doing the heavy lifting. "OH! It's so good!" Bill called out as his hip began to help bury his cock in her ass. It was a signal established by repetition that Bill was ready for Cindy to finish him. She was down on him in the next stroke, taking that last inch she had ignored before, slamming right down on him with all his cock in her ass. It was all thighs as she bounced there, mostly making her ass rub against his groin as everything became short and deep. "All right! All right!" Bill said suddenly, and with no apparent prompting. It was so good. He was there. In an athletic move that belied his age, Bill led with his hips as he pushed up off the bed. It vaulted him to his feet and he clamped his hands on Cindy's hips before he knocked her over. He finished on his feet, holding her in place and jamming his cock in her ass. It was as if the jerk of his hips was necessary to make the cum spurt out through the tight squeeze of her ass. He fell back on the bed without warning, evacuating Cindy's ass with a suddenness that made her gasp. "Are you okay?" she asked when concern for her discomfort turned into concern for the uncharacteristic withdrawal. "Fine, fine," Bill said easily, "I was cramping up is all. I could take it when I was coming off, but then... Well, I'm all right in any case." "Well, I'm not," Cindy snorted. "Talk about cramps. Do you have an idea how much it takes out of your legs to do that?" "I appreciate it, honey," Bill said, brushing it aside. "That's what makes you Daddy's little girl." It was too obvious to be a private joke, but they treated it as if it were. Not that everyone was aware how close Bill and Cindy were. Even those that whispered behind their backs would be shocked if they knew how close to the mark their spiteful comments came. And in even in that, they would miss the bull's eye. It seemed it made as little sense to those on the outside as it made perfect sense to Bill and Cindy. June did not agree. "Now you don't have to. It's been a very special day and I'm sure your mother would be dead twice over if she knew," Bill said as Cindy moved down toward his cock. "It isn't over until I say it's over," Cindy rebelled. "I'm not stopping you," Bill pointed out. "I'm just saying you've worked hard enough and I'd understand." He was ready to do more than understand. It had been quite a work-out. Cindy was approaching a banner day for Bill, even in his youth. It wasn't exactly that he was drained, he certainly had enough left to make a good show and a large mess in Cindy's mouth, but he had passed lust and was running on the fumes of desire - and perhaps pride. He didn't need to fuck her again, but it wasn't about him really. He knew Cindy was showing her mother that she wouldn't be bullied. No matter that June wouldn't know. Cindy knew and that was enough. He was getting the benefit because he was the one that June did not want Cindy to fuck. She thought it perverse. Cindy thought June leaving was perverse. Cindy was the one that all but told June she had taken her place in Bill's bed. She couldn't actually say it, of course. She did manage to leave the unmistakable impression and would have done more if it wouldn't have given June proof she was sure to use against them. Since then there had been an active campaign to separate them. Bill sensed June knew it was worthless, but, knowing her as he did, she would feel it incumbent on her to try. He laid back and let Cindy lick around his cock in revenge for June's offer to move in. He was in that strange territory he found himself in so often fucking his daughter. He was giving in to her demand to avenge herself because he was her father. That the revenge entailed sucking his cock put it in the strange territory. It was very like the way he felt accepting his daughter's love in its physical expression. He was glad she felt that way. That she was so good seemed almost a footnote. He wasn't saying it was right, but... They both wanted it. He had to admit that. He was a little slower realizing it, or admitting it, but it was true. But it was an expression of love, however wrongly aimed. He held tight to that even as he didn't hold Cindy's head and let her proceed as she wished. "You know it's bogus! Why fall for it?!" Cindy was wroth. "Because If I don't, she'll find some other way to come at us, don't you see?" Bill said with a sigh. "I'll see her. I'll refuse her and then we'll be off before she can come up with something else." "We should leave her hanging, like she did you," Cindy snapped. "We can't..." Bill began "...sink to her level," Cindy finished. "Bullshit! You ought to cock whip her. Even that's too good for her!" Bill laughed at the image that conjured in his head. How would that go, then? I have a message from Cindy as he got up and produced his cock. After slapping her face, he'd sit and ask if there was anything else. It was so absurdly funny Bill was in good spirits when he met June. "You came," she noted. "You wanted to see me," Bill answered. "That doesn't mean you would," June said sourly. "There's little enough reason." "All right. You want the truth? I know you. You'd keep at us until we responded. That's why I came. I'm here now and it's less trouble than coming back," Bill said. "Well, you've got it wrong," June said firmly. The hairs on the back of Bill's neck were standing up. He did know June and she wasn't acting right. There was a hint of it in her assumption he wouldn't show and it was thicker in her denial. He didn't have it right. Something else was going on. He waded in to meet it head-on. "So, what's up?" he asked neutrally. "I don't know what to tell you after what you've just said," June said. "It was hard enough before, but with that attitude..." He had it very wrong. He wasn't sure what it was, but it was nothing he was expecting or even suspecting. June was being maudlin and frail, both signs she expected a favor out of pity. That wasn't her usual position with him. "Look, you got me out here. Why don't you just say it? What can I do, refuse? You probably expect that anyway," Bill didn't change his mood. "But I don't want you to. I need you to not," June was getting emotional. Bill felt the impulse to grin. She was laying it on thick even if he had no idea what. He kept his poker face and forged on to find out what. It might be amusing when he uncovered it. "Do you ever think of me?" she asked when it became apparent Bill wasn't going to respond. "Sure," he said easily. "Cindy reminds me all the time." She wasn't dead. There was a flash in her eyes at that. She conquered it quickly and went back to the hang dog expression. "I meant how it was... with us," June said. "Why bring that up?" Bill said with a bitterness he didn't feel. "Because you were the last good lay I've had," June said abruptly. It was all Bill could do not to bust out laughing. Fortunately he thought that meant he'd showed appropriate surprise at her frank words. He pulled that back, stalling, while he tried to figure her angle. He waited some more as he tried to think of an appropriate response. Sorry for your loss didn't seem right. Got what was coming to you was too brash. "Aren't you going to say anything?" she asked with desperation in her voice, "I say it right out and you won't even respond?" "What can I say?" Bill said automatically. "Say you'll remind me," June proposed. "Just once, for old times sake, you know?" "And you've got a room in the hotel and we can go there- just an hour or so - is that it?" Bill's mind was working furiously. "I... I didn't think it out," June said and Bill relaxed a hair. "I was going to approach it much differently," June went on, gradually regaining control of herself, "I was going to bring up the good times and ease over into how good it was- sometimes. Then you were horrid! Suspicious and snarly! I... I forgot myself." The sneaky approach sounded more reasonable, for June. Bill still didn't trust her motives, but the house detective and a scandal seemed unlikely the more he thought about it. However much June thought he deserved it, she wouldn't want to be involved. "So I give you a good tumble and bygones are bygones..." Bill started. "No," June said distinctly, "We have a bit of the good times in memory and nothing changes. You weren't that good." "Just better than you've had," Bill replied smugly. "Yes, better than that," June admitted sadly. "What brought this on?" Bill asked, actually considering her proposal for the first time. "Just seeing you," June said. "You have no idea how lonely it is to be the lady of the house." "Nope. Never did. But I thought you'd be great at it," Bill said. "I am," June confessed, "but it leaves room for other thoughts." "What would your husband say if he found out?" Bill asked. "Like that would interest him in the slightest," June blurted out and then looked around guiltily as if she had let slip the secret of the atomic bomb. "I see," Bill said, leaning back. "Why shouldn't I let you suffer? You left me, if you remember. You didn't think that much of me then." "I don't think that much of you now," June fired up again and then pulled back to say, "except in that one area." "How long do I have to consider?" Bill asked. "Consider? It has to be now," June said. "I have to account for my whereabouts." "I thought he didn't care," Bill reminded her. "He wouldn't care if I was cheating, but not keeping a proper house and a proper schedule is another matter," June said. "It might be weeks before I could clear another afternoon." Bill gave it some thought. As he did, a sly smile came over his face. June did not miss it. Concern clouded her face as the smile crept over Bill's. "What evil thing are you thinking?" June challenged him. "I was thinking we could go to my room," Bill said. "Your... The room you share with Cindy?" June was incensed. "You are a beast!" "Probably," Bill admitted. "But that's the deal. No where else." When Bill opened the door he was alone. Cindy looked up with bored disinterest. She was still touchy about being abandoned for her mortal enemy. "Aren't you going to ask?" Bill prompted. "How did it go," Cindy said with all the disinterest she could muster. "Your mom wants to fuck me," Bill said. That got a reaction. Bill was surprised Cindy didn't fly at him with claws out from the hate in her narrowed eyes as she looked at him. "Are you asking me to leave?" Cindy asked, her tone icy. Bill laughed. It was short and from the belly, but the chuckle following lasted him until he'd crossed the room to plop on the bed. "I made it a condition that you stay," Bill told her. The eyes were still narrow, but crinkled at the edges in mirth rather than anger. Cindy suppressed a giggle, but it came out as a snort a moment later. "I'm supposed to watch?" Cindy asked in disbelief. "You were supposed to watch, but I think the idea was too much for her," Bill said. "She didn't seem willing." They began to wrestle on the bed. It was playful and they both were fully clothed, but there was no question where it would lead. Of course, there was no question where anything they did would lead. It always led to sex and then Cindy wanting more sex. Some might say that it proved she was more than her daddy's girl. Bill tried to hush her giggling when he heard it. Cindy stopped trying to bite the hand over her mouth when it came again. She got very still at the sound of tapping on the door. "Do you think they've come to tell us to hold it down?" Cindy whispered nervously. "Nah," Bill reassured her. "They'd knock louder. I'll see who it is." "You?" Bill questioned when he opened the door to reveal June standing in the hall. "Yes, me. Let me in," she said as she pushed past him into the room hurriedly. "What do you want?" Cindy challenged her. "Well," June ignored Cindy and turned to Bill, "you have more restraint than I'd give you credit for. I imagined it would be the first thing you'd tell her when you arrived. When I first got here I thought you might be celebrating over it." Handed an easy alibi, Bill wasn't going to quarrel. He put a serious look on his face. "You don't mean you've reconsidered my offer," Bill said. "That would mean I considered it in the first place," June said with all the icy blast that reminded Bill how glad he was she'd left. "I didn't consider it at all," June said, less adamantly, "I wasn't going to think about it. But then I couldn't seem to think of anything else." "You expect us to believe that?" Cindy snorted with skepticism. "You did tell her!" June rounded on Bill. "Of course," he admitted, "she's your daughter." "Then I don't have to search for a way to say it," June said brashly. "I can't get it out of my mind any other way. I'm here to submit to your demands." "Now wait a minute," Bill said, edging back, "I didn't demand anything. I only said I'd honor your *request* here and nowhere else." "Say it however you want," June dismissed him and then looked over the room. "There's only one bed," she noted. "Is that where we'll be then?" "Can you figure her angle?" Bill said over June to Cindy. "I'm drawing a blank here." "Well, she's discovered what a mistake she made and now wants you you to make it all better," Cindy scoffed. "As if. She wants to blackmail us somehow." June made a sound of discontent. It was sharper than a huff, yet breathier than a snort. She rolled her eyes. "How am I to do that?" she asked. "What could I possibly learn that I would admit to anyone. I'm the target of blackmail here." "She has a point," Bill offered. "But no motive," Cindy said. "This is a big city. I'm sure there are lots of guys on the make that would put the blocks to her. She's not that old - yet." "I'll just go," June said, turning, "It's clear neither of you wants anything to do with me." "I though it was you that wanted nothing to do with us," Cindy was unrelenting. June gave Bill a significant look as she passed. She got to the door and paused. "You'd just let me walk out?" she seemed distressed. "I bare my soul to you and you turn me away? I guess I see how it is now." Bill knew she wasn't leaving. Not before, but after the dramatic speech by the door. There would be one monologue after the other until they let her return or were nasty enough to chase her away. "You've taken us by surprise," he said. "You have to give us a minute to adjust. Come back here until we've had time to sort it out." He wished for just five minutes to go into a huddle with Cindy. Without the venom running in her veins, she might catch on, but he didn't think she was ready for subtle clues in her state of mind. He'd have to spell it out so June could hear. "Honey, she wants a tumble for old time's sake and she's going to be a pain until she gets it," Bill said to Cindy. "I still won't if you're dead set against it, but you have to see it from her point." "She left! She loses!" Cindy wasn't being reasonable. "Don't you have any curiosity how you came to be?" Bill said, circling nearer his point. "You could watch and see how we made you. Wouldn't that be interesting?" He tried to will his meaning to Cindy with a look. She looked disgusted like he'd tried to invite her to the Grand Old Opry. "That's gross," she said, but without addition. "I guess you could go down for a soda," Bill said defenselessly. "You want to?" Cindy managed to make the question scathing. "I'm trying to get along," Bill said. "I told you she won't let it go. You know her well enough to know that and I know her better than you." Bill saw a smile at that. In point of fact, Cindy had nearly caught up with June in the knowing department. Since June had left, Cindy had fucked him almost as many times as June had in their marriage and certainly given more of herself and her orifices than June ever had. He'd mentioned it in passing and was sure Cindy was bringing the facts to mind. "So this is to get me off your back, is it?" June rang in. "Yes dear," Bill said like the perfectly controlled husband. "Then forget it! I don't want any half-hearted..." June began to rave. "I didn't say half-hearted. Those are your words," Bill corrected her. "But you expect me to be anxious at the prospect? I'm doing fine without you. I'm not suffering." Bill watched Cindy perk up with every affirmation of his satisfaction. "If you want it that bad, I'll give it to you - with Cindy's permission - and I won't hold back," Bill said. "But it's for you, not me. Let's be clear on that." At least Cindy seemed to be calming a bit. Perhaps she'd begun to see what a position June was willing to put herself in and how it could work to their benefit. Not blackmail, that was more like June, but a shield. As June had said, she was more at risk. Whatever she hoped to gain, she was giving them the chance to paint her as black as she could paint them. That was all Bill wanted. He didn't need her blacker. Just as black would work against her far better than it worked on him. "It might make her miss it more," Cindy said grudgingly, the first sign of concession. "Then go get a soda," June suggested. "Oh no. I'm staying as a witness," Cindy said definitively. "A witness? What do you think I'm going to do to your father?" June asked. "Something sneaky," Cindy said flatly. "In fact, I think it's time we searched your clothes." "What?" June recoiled. "For cameras, recording devices, poison darts," Cindy responded. "You'd have to take them off anyway," Bill pointed out. "What's the problem satisfying her curiosity?" "That's not the curiosity I'm objecting to satisfying," June said. "How can you even think of... doing that in front of your daughter?" "Oh, you'd be surprised how sophisticated she's become since you left," Bill said with a wink to Cindy. June froze. It was as if she had discounted all Cindy's dire hints as more vitriol thrown in her direction. In that moment it seemed she saw the situation for what it was. "Oh god!" she gagged. "You can't seriously be... It can't be true..." "Well then, I see that's settled," Bill said merrily. "I don't believe a word of it if you don't." "It is true!" June said with a horrified look. "You... You beast!" There was no fancy exit line at the door. June didn't seem content until she had escaped and was pulling the door shut behind her. Bill followed to the door to listen to her footsteps rush down the hall. "I guess she's found something else to think about," Bill said philosophically. "Were you really going to... you know, fuck her?" Cindy asked with concern. "Were you really going to watch?" Bill asked her back. "If you did, I sorta had to," Cindy said. "I couldn't let her get away with it." "With what?" Bill asked. "I don't know. But whatever it was, I'd be watching," Cindy said. "Then you don't know any more than I do," Bill said. "I was going to see how it went. There's no way of telling what she was really after and I didn't think we could ever figure it out unless we made her show her hand." "But you'd have done it?" Cindy asked again. "Wouldn't be the first time," Bill said, smiling. "With me here watching?" Cindy's voice was a bit higher. "To tell the truth, I was counting on that to make it exciting," Bill said, his smile widening into a grin. Cindy couldn't repress a snicker. Her dad was so silly sometimes. She guessed it didn't matter now. "But since you robbed me of that excitement, I expect something pretty good to make it up to me," Bill said. "Me? I robbed you?" Cindy protested. "You were going to fuck another woman right in front of me. I think you have some making up to do." "I'm the father. I'll say who does the making up," Bill straightened up with his most fatherly face. "Now off with your clothes, young lady." Without saying a word, but with mutual caution, they prolonged their foreplay for nearly an hour to make sure June was not going to return. Then, as if they had both set the same time limit, Cindy rolled back and Bill rolled on top of her. Remains of their tickling, teasing foreplay lingered as Bill thrust into her, but that quickly dissolved into the intense heat of delayed passion. They grunted like animals as they came together. They each struggled to make it more until the stroke of brightness came. "Now, tell me more about Emily," Bill said as he lay with Cindy in his arms. ###