Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Daddy takes a Break

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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 
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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.
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