Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc. Author: W R Jenkins Title: Daddy Calls the Dance 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 Calls the Dance - (dadcalls.txt) - Wicked pervert or not, a father has responsibilities. One of them is to make sure his daughter knows how boys are. Not perverted Daddys, boys, and that's what Bill intends to do. The rest is just the result of dropping the stone into the warm waters of sins of the flesh. M/F, anal, oral, inc. "I didn't think you were serious..." Cindy whined. "Is this your way of hinting you'd like to add spanking to our routine?" Bill asked. "Because we both know that's a lie." "Do you want to spank me?" Cindy asked, anxious to change the subject. "I will if I have to, but I'll only do it otherwise if it's something you'd like to try," Bill said seriously. "But that isn't what we're talking about." "Come on, Daddy, it's only been like a week," Cindy said. "It's been, like, two, going on three," Bill corrected. "And I only asked for a progress report." "They're just children," Cindy scoffed. "I don't think I could be interested in any of them." "Then decide some other way," Bill said firmly. "Some research into who has the biggest cock, perhaps." "Is spanking sexy?" Cindy tried to change the subject. "Not the one you're asking for," Bill said. "Ask Emily if there's anyone she has her eye on. She'll most probably end up having him when we're done with him. Might as well make her happy." That was just the thing Cindy needed to hear. Well, she was making it up to feel justified. It made perfect sense for Emily to approve of the boy. It didn't make sense to have a boy in the first place. Cindy didn't want to, but she was doomed. Lest we come to the conclusion Bill had developed a sense of self-preservation, it should be said none of his motives had to do with the appearance of normalcy. Someone to hold Emily's interest was perhaps chief among them. A sure to be advantageous comparison with other possibilities also figured. Not that Bill particularly wanted Cindy to reaffirm how good she had it, or that he felt obligated to find Emily a partner, but those were two of the effects of Cindy's search he anticipated. Having it seem she was a normal girl was not among them. Releasing her exclusive fixation on Daddy was his main reason. It was great and he didn't want it to end, but as a responsible parent, he knew he had to prepare Cindy for a wider world. She couldn't be at a total loss when circumstances, fatal or otherwise, caused a change in their relations. It was only good parenting. She needed no skills to make him love her and it was exactly those skills he hoped to nurture with this exercise. She couldn't depend on him forever. That was just fact. He had to prepare her for the next step. "Mr. Keller. I'm not sure you appreciate the seriousness of the situation," Mrs. Grunik was trying to impress upon Bill. "Your daughter was caught measuring penis sizes in the boy's lockers." "I appreciate the situation. I truly do and Cindy is in for a good spanking when I get her home," Bill said. "We don't recommend corporal punishment," the principal quickly backed off, "But you must impress on Cindy the wrongness of her actions." "I won't use a corporal, it will be a major spanking," Bill assured Mrs. Grunik. "I'll get to the seat of the problem, I assure you." Bill managed to say it without a twinkle in his eye and left Mrs. Grunik unsure if he was incompetent, unresponsive or an idiot. He was the custodial parent, however, and she had no choice but to release Cindy to his custody. "So, who's the biggest?" Bill asked in the car. "Between all the excuses and the cowardice, I only got to measure three before that little snitch got back with the coach," Cindy said peevishly. "No one wanted to show you their pecker?" Bill feigned amazement. "No one wanted to pull theirs out in front of the others," Cindy corrected. "They suspected some trick or joke." "So, you'll need to call them in one at a time for a private consultation," Bill theorized. "And that way you'll get to measure them hard. There's a lot of difference..." "They were hard," Cindy cut him off. "Seems they were nervous or excited by the idea and couldn't help it. But you heard Mrs. Grunik. I can't do it any more. It, apparently, is wrong." "That reminds me. I promised her a spanking," Bill said. "Good. She needs one," Cindy said darkly. "One for you," Bill looked at Cindy. "So what will it be? Sexy or, oh please Daddy, I won't ever again, I'll be good." "The second one," Cindy said, looking away. "I don't think you can do it." While some adjustment to juvenile exaggeration of Daddy's qualities is necessary in growing up, Cindy found questioning her father's commitment to parenting was not one of them. He didn't like it one bit. He liked it even less than her sassing him about it and Cindy liked it less than all Bill's dislike combined. Her bottom was tender for hours and there was nothing sexy about it. "I can't believe you actually did it, when all I was doing was what you told me," Cindy pouted. "I gave you an option that would have been more pleasant, but you refused it," Bill reminded her. "You chose to make it a battle of wills." "So it wasn't for measuring dicks?" Cindy asked. "No. It was for your smart mouth," Bill said. "But you said you'd spank me for measuring dicks," Cindy didn't let it go. "And I would have," Bill said, his eyes going dreamy, "And what a production that would have been. I'd have done it so you wouldn't have to lie, but you'd have liked it better. But you wanted a real spanking and I gave you one. Unless you'd like another." "Would the first kind hurt as much?" Cindy asked. "Only as much as you wanted," Bill said breezily. "Then maybe you can show me some other time," Cindy said, curious, but not very trusting at the moment. "Good," Bill said. "We've still got to map out how to get the boys in for their examinations." "I'm still supposed to do it?" Cindy whined. "You chose the method," Bill reminded her. "I'll help you figure it out - unless there's some other way to pick the boy." "I could ask Emily," Cindy sighed. "You mean you haven't involved her before now?" Bill was incredulous. "Why? So you could spank her too?" Cindy snapped. Bill thought the process could have gone smoother with two, but then Cindy wasn't being smart about it in the first place. It smacked of a plan to get caught and escape her task. Cindy had managed to get caught and Bill felt it to be his duty to teach her it wouldn't relieve her responsibility. She could keep on choosing the hard way if she wanted, but he was going to continue to insist on her finding a boy. Cindy found out that the spanking was the easiest consequence of her adventure to bear. She didn't need to set up appointments either. A lot of the boys were eager to tell her she could measure their dicks. Rather fewer were willing to step into a rest room and follow through. In consequence, the great joke about the dick measurer was quashed rather quickly by those too timid to show. Looking at the numbers, Cindy was confident those bold enough to let her measure were indeed the most endowed. "Not Ralph, Kyle's an asshole," Emily went over the names when Cindy finally admitted her quest. "I don't know Greg. I have a bad feeling about this." "You? I'm the one Daddy wants them to fuck," Cindy said. "Oh I know," Emily commiserated. "But I mean these guys are naturally going to be conceited, aren't they? What you need is a guy with a huge schlong that's embarrassed by it." "Is there such a beast?" Cindy asked. "Anything's possible," Emily said. "But the conundrum here is if he's embarrassed, how can we find out?" "You're a lot of help," Cindy said. "I didn't mean that in a bad way. I'm glad you want to help. Even if you aren't." "All right. What's wrong with Stanton Fleming?" Emily said. "He has a big dick?" Cindy asked. "No clue. I just happen to think he's sweet," Emily said. Her father had suggested getting someone Emily liked. Cindy hadn't listened because it was stupid. What girl would want her best friend to fuck a boy she liked? Cindy had a concern for Emily's feelings. They were friends, after all. "You do know this is so I can have him fuck me, don't you?" Cindy asked. Emily nodded. "But you still want me to go after a guy you like?" Cindy tried to get it straight. "It's not like you're seducing him away from me," Emily said. "I'm never going to have him. Except maybe as a cast-off, so you having him might be my best shot." Emily stopped short of repeating what Bill had said about her ending up with the boy, but it was clear she had the same idea. That was both the good and bad part of having smart friends. That strange passage out of the way, Cindy returned to the original question. What's wrong with Stanton Fleming? For one, he stuck out like a gawky pole in the midst of smaller people. He wasn't, in fact, much taller than anyone else, but it seemed he stuck up. He was also geeky in that plaid, short-sleeved shirt way that branded him as not elite. Other than that, he was quiet and went about his business without bothering anyone else, a behavior sometimes labeled a loner. That left Cindy without the trouble of cutting him from a herd, but also without a reliable entrance line. Cindy seriously considered: I've got to find a boy to fuck. Want to be him? It wasn't the brashness that made her search for another line. It was the risk of total and instant failure if he said no. She wanted to put it to Stanton in a way that left her another pitch if he rejected the first. It was Emily that suggested Cindy ask Stanton to hang out and not bring up sex until she had him trapped at home. That made sense, but Cindy still thought the hard part was the approach. It turned out Cindy needed no introduction. "You're the dick measurer, aren't you," Stanton said when Cindy said hi. "Yeah, but I found out more about self-confidence than I did dick size," Cindy granted. Stanton was temporarily at a loss for blurting it out that way. Cindy let him gulp for a moment before rescuing him. "You going to let me measure yours?" she asked. "Seriously?" Stanton was jolted from his embarrassment by that. "If you'd like, I might do more," Cindy offered. "Are you busy after school today?" Cindy and Emily went around to collect him. As they saw from the look on his face, he hadn't been expecting them to show. He looked at Emily skeptically. "She's my statistician, but she doesn't have to be in the room if you're shy," Cindy said, noticing the look. "Like I care," Stanton snorted, "Look, whatever you think you're going to pull isn't going to work. Leaving here with you two is going to taint your reputation more than anything you can do to me. Let's go." "You're right, you know," Cindy said on the way home. "Everyone thinks we're lesbians. Imagine being seen with a boy." Stanton was not relaxed, but he was game. Bill was supposedly on some mysterious mission that would last until the wee hours and kept him out of the way in his room. Cindy took Stanton up to hers. "She isn't coming in?" Stanton asked. "You want witnesses?" Cindy asked. "She'd be glad to watch if you want, but I thought you'd like it private." "What do you really want?" Stanton asked. "I know you measure dicks because I heard you got in trouble for it, but if that was what you wanted you could have done it behind the school." "Well," Cindy said in her sexy voice, "When I got it in my hand I was going to stroke it - all nice and slow. And I was going to say how big and strong it was and ask if there was anything I could do to convince you to put it in me." There was no comparison between the lump in Stanton's pants and in his throat, but there were lumps both places. He managed to gulp a breath to speak. "You've got a web cam or your friend is going to come in with a phone," Stanton accused. "You're determined to argue your way out of this aren't you?" Cindy said with a chuckle. Words weren't working, so Cindy spoke louder. She unbuttoned her blouse while Stanton tried to figure out why. He looked agreeable when Cindy took off her bra, but she didn't stop there. She didn't revert to words until she was naked. "Now can I see yours?" she asked. "Um, sure," Stanton dumbly agreed. He made no motion on his own. He just stood there as Cindy opened his pants, let them drop and pulled his cock out of his shorts. "Good. I only measure them when they're hard," she said, stroking his cock backhand while she stood close and looked up into his face. "And you want me to put it in you?" Stanton revealed an excellent memory. "If you still want Emily to watch, I can call her," Cindy let him wait a little. "I don't care. I mean, if we're really going to do it," Stanton stumbled out. "You still think it's a trick!" Cindy said and yanked her hand away from his cock. "Well, then I'll leave it up to you." She walked away from him to her bed and then plopped down on her back. She put her arms a little ways from her sides and her legs wide apart. "Now you figure it out," Cindy challenged. "What part of this is a trick?" "I don't know you and this doesn't even happen in stories," Stanton said as way of excuse after he'd shucked his clothes and come over to stand by the bed. "And your dick isn't long enough to put it in me from there," Cindy observed. "Got any ideas how to fix that?" She wasn't going to do anything to spook him. She lay quiet until he got onto the bed and didn't move until she was bored with him looking. Then she took his hand and pulled it toward her to place on her breast. "Come and kiss me," she demanded when she saw he was still dazed with his good fortune, moving his hand on her breast, but motionless otherwise. In his position, he was left with little option but to drop down over Cindy, supporting himself on his elbows. She could feel his cock graze her belly, leaving a trail of slime. He tried to hold his cock away, but as their tongues tangled in the kiss, he gave up, or forgot, and Cindy felt it press on her. "Come here," Cindy said as their mouths parted and pulled him down to lay atop her. "Down my neck and then my breasts," Cindy suggested. She was mildly aroused, physically, and greatly aroused mentally as she thought of Daddy and Emily watching from their vantage point. Her performance was a source of pride, but her success in getting Stanton to the task was her star turn. She had her best chance when Stanton scooted down to her breasts. It brought his cock within range and she could move her hips to rub against it. It was stimulation of the kind she needed, but too brief as Stanton mistook it for stimulation for him. "Oh, I'm plenty ready," Stanton answered an unasked question. "Then you know what to do," Cindy said. He'd evidently read up on it or seen an internet porn training video, because he located the spot in good order. Cindy wasn't going to grant that he might have done it before. If he had, she was sure he hadn't done it a second time, not with the same girl. There wasn't anything specifically wrong with him, it was just he was a beat off everywhere. Starting with the most egregious sin of not heating the pan before putting in the meat, he was off, timid, about thrusting and it was hard to settle into a rhythm. "I'm sorry," Stanton said out of nowhere. "Sorry?" Cindy asked. He had enough to be sorry about, so Cindy wasn't going to guess what he meant. She would have never guessed right anyway. "Sorry I thought it was a trick," Stanton said. "That was so stupid of me - seeing's how we're doing it." "Yes, Stanton, believe in yourself," Cindy said disinterestedly. "I still don't know why," Stanton persisted. "Because I wanted someone and my friend thinks you're sweet," Cindy just confessed. "You mean Emily? Emily likes me?" Stanton was like the kid he was with that news. It somehow fit Cindy's strange life that a boy would be giddy over discovering another girl liked him while fucking her. She wondered, briefly, if Emily would feel the same way. Well then, she thought, now you get to see how I felt when you fucked Daddy. Cindy didn't really urge him. Stanton came onto to it himself. Finally the impact, or at least the stimulation, of what he was doing caught up with him and Stanton went at Cindy with intensity. His natural urges kicked in and he pumped away frantically. "Go ahead and finish. It's okay," Cindy intercepted his gasped information he was going to cum. Stanton smiled appreciation, a smile twisted into a sort of Joker's mask by his exertion, and then pumped harder until a silly, blank look came over his face. Cindy didn't need to feel his cock jerking to know he was spurting her full of cum. The look said it all. It was easy to ignore the other, since Stanton had stopped right in place when he began to shoot off. "Does this mean you're my girlfriend or what?" Stanton wanted to know after. "I thought you liked Emily," Cindy said. "I saw your eyes glaze over when I mentioned her name." "Yeah, but... I just mean... What we did..." Stanton stumbled around his point. "You might get more," Cindy taunted, "but if you start with Emily, then she'll have to say it's okay first." "You say she likes me?" Stanton changed the subject. "But you can't just ask to put it in her," Cindy said hastily. "She's not a slut. You'll have to work up to it like a normal person." "You know... You're great! This is just the best day of my life," Stanton said. "This is just the best day of my life!" Bill mocked when Stanton was gone. "Is that it? I was required to get him up here and let him fuck me so you could make fun of him?!?" Cindy fumed. "Oh, he'll be back," Bill promised, "I told Emily exactly how to play it out. Smart kid. He'll join the party without a whimper." "But for Emily," Cindy said suspiciously. "As a matter of record, yes, but in practice... " Bill said and broke into a grin. "I'll still be here for you, baby doll, when no one else is. And I'll do my share otherwise, but you know how it is. A bunch of people get in a pile and who cares what goes where." "No one else is here now," Cindy noted. "And I've got something for you - as promised," Bill said. He only had to sway forward for his cock to brush her stomach. While they had lain on their sides, his cock had revived and was pointed stiffly out toward her. Cindy pushed it down between her legs and clamped them together. "Think you can get off like this?" she asked. "You know I can, but what about you?" Bill asked. Cindy was inclined to let him shoot between her thighs to frustrate him, but the idea seemed dumber with every rock of her hips. There was just enough rubbing against her clit to make her interested and inevitably left hanging when he came off sooner. "Then how do you want me?" Cindy asked. "Badly," Bill said. "Shouldn't you be telling me?" No, she damn well shouldn't. She shouldn't have to do anything but enjoy. Some part of Cindy's pique was from her fragmented memory. Her daddy knew all sorts of fun things, but she had a hard time remembering them. Trying when she was excited was even more worthless. "Use me like a sex toy, Daddy. You know how to do that," Cindy said with the hint of sharpness. Bill got the hint. He paused a moment considering just pushing her over and fucking her or playing sexual athletes in space. Sex athletes was hard work. Bill pushed Cindy over, but when he got up, he lifted her legs and pulled her ass off the bed. "I'm going to watch the light come on in my little sex toy's eyes," Bill told her as he pushed his cock into her. That was exactly what Cindy meant. The way he fucked her was great, but she wouldn't remember how to ask for it after he'd fucked her to the place where memory blurred. She liked watching his face as he fucked her. That wasn't exactly a description of him putting her legs over his shoulders. "That's my baby doll," Bill sighed as she squirmed on his thrusts. "You don't think I'd ever give this up, do you?" Cindy didn't care - about words. Daddy's cock was rooting around inside her, just getting acquainted before the mind-scouring pleasure she knew would come. She had everything she wanted right there. It wasn't time to think. It was time to enjoy. "Oh yeah. Right there. You like that, huh?" Bill gloated as Cindy's hips became more active in response to his own acceleration. They were making obscene, sucking sounds as his cock moved in and out of the moving target. They both were too hard at work to pay that much heed. Bill's smile was more a greedy, gloating grin, but Cindy had closed her eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his cock plunging into her. The climax was glorious, an explosion of sound and motion that flinched and spasmed for a full minute before releasing the pair from its grip. Bill looked down dumbly. It was Cindy's turn to look with bright eyes. "I guess I should have knocked," Emily said. They didn't bother questioning her about how long she'd been standing there. They even withheld interest in her purpose. They just waited for her to explain. "I talked to Stanton. He called me! And I've got a date for Friday night," Emily was bobbing up and down as she spoke. "Nothing more than under the shirt," Bill said. "Dad!" Cindy scolded. "She can make him wait until the second date for that." "Screw you!" Emily said with uncharacteristic force to Cindy. "You've fucked him! I'm not going to wait a month. Friday I'm going to explain the rules and if he wants - I bet he will - we can do it Saturday." "The rules?" Cindy decided not to challenge the decision. "Yeah. We don't know if it's serious or not, but I don't want to wait. We're doing it, but it might mean something and it might not. At the same time, he isn't going to be doing it with everyone else and I won't do it with anyone from school," Emily said with a smile at Bill. "Like how I'm going to put that?" "So poor Stanton never has me again?" Cindy feigned (obviously) distress. "Oh no, but that comes later. Didn't your dad tell you?" Emily asked. "No. We fucked instead," Cindy said. "Okay. As soon as your name comes up, I say how you're my best friend in the whole world and doing you a favor was why we got together in the first place. I say that we're so close it wouldn't be really cheating to fuck you - as long as he doesn't go behind my back," Emily said. "I think that fits nicely with what you told him." "Then you bring him over and what?" Cindy asked Emily and then turned to her father, "Daddy! You're not going to jump out of a closet, are you?" "Now honey, that's a long ways off. Don't you worry about it. Daddy has it all worked out," Bill said. "So I've got to be surprised for it to work," Cindy assessed. "You have to leave it to us," Bill said. "Take your time," Cindy said to Emily. "Have your own fun for once. I'm not going to die if I can't fuck Stanton." "But what about fucking Stanton and your dad?" Emily asked. "Will that kill you?" "I just said... You mean you," Cindy caught on. "I guess it's all right if it's better in the end." "And that's just what she means," Bill put in. "If I'm actually going to have sex, then I guess I better be prepared," Emily said sheepishly. "I was putting it off, saying I wasn't ever going to need to know, but now... I guess I better let your father put it in my butt." "And he's all for it, of course," Cindy answered for her dad. "She was the one that asked, but I admit she was a bit over- heated at the time," Bill explained. Cindy mulled for a moment and then her eyebrows went up. "You weren't! You were fucking while you watched Stanton fucking me!" Cindy roared. "No, no," Bill said, laughing, "You jump to the darndest conclusions. I can't say there wasn't a bit of brushing up against one another, but it was cramped. But we were both clothed." "More or less," Emily put in. "Well, we were masturbating," Bill said. "But no penetration. We weren't fucking. We were taking care of ourselves." They were so serious at the accusation that Cindy decided to believe them. It wouldn't have been so shocking. Cindy's complaint was more that they might have had successful, happy sex while Stanton was prematurely ejaculating in her. "And you had an uncontrollable desire to have it in the butt?" Cindy asked Emily. "No," Emily responded. "I was thinking about Stanton and if we got together and... just like I said. If I'm going to have sex, then I better have experience." "Should I move?" Cindy asked. "I didn't think it would be now," Emily said. "I guess I could, but I just came to report." "You'll want me fresher," Bill said. "We could shoot for tomorrow." Emily's eyes glazed. "Up the butt tomorrow and sex on Saturday," Emily sighed. "I can't think of a better schedule." "Now aren't you glad we included her?" Bill asked when Emily had floated off on her cloud. "Don't try and tell me you saw all of this coming," Cindy snapped. "Why, Peaches, don't you know Daddy is a student of human nature?" Bill said innocently. "Once we got Emily over the hump, it was bound to happen. You said it yourself. All she needed was to put herself out there." "I think it was all a scheme to put yourself in there," Cindy snorted, but she was losing conviction. Her pre-Emily mood was still valid, but most of the dangers had been disproved. Now it seemed like a smaller thing to let Emily have a turn with Daddy. In made her a better person to share her good fortune with a friend, Cindy thought. "Just because she's your friend," Bill maintained. When he left, Cindy wondered why they always fucked in her room. She had a towel for the wet spot, but still. He said it was so she could stay where she was and relax, but she didn't see why they couldn't fuck in his bed, his double bed, and her just stay the night. Probably too much like being married, Cindy thought drowsily as she dropped off. Not enough like being married for her. She was the inconsistent bride. One moment she was sporting a six-month pregnant belly and the next she was slim and svelte. She was dancing regally with the groom and then whirling madly in a mockery of her gown that left little to the imagination. It was jumbled parade through her dreams. Cindy began to sweat when the groom turned toward her. It was Stanton Fleming. "You'll thank me for the practice," he said, too close and breathing hotly in her face. Then she knew he was on top of her. Then she felt him in her. It was as if his cock had turned into a hot poker. She wasn't burned, but the sensation was of cauterization. He ruined where he went and he went places no one had ever gone. "That's right! Scream!" Stanton said and Cindy realized she had been screaming. "It ain't a good fuck if they recover in a day," Stanton told her. Only parts, particularly the bizarre sex, of the dream lingered in Cindy's mind the next day. It was only a dream, but she felt it was a warning. She just didn't know how to warn Emily and have it come out right. It made watching her father grease Emily's ass even stranger than it already was. They'd gone with old-fashioned sticky at Emily's request and on Cindy's recommendation. Slippery was fast lane sex and Cindy didn't think Emily should start there. Sticky was more intimate, and if more of a struggle, it was also more of an event. Emily would know she'd been fucked either way, but with sticky she'd have a better grasp of what happened. "Oh my!" Emily gasped as Bill pressed the head of his cock to her asshole. "Breathe," Bill reminded her. "Deep breaths and push out." Emily responded by sinking lower and panting. Bill turned to smile as Cindy as he exerted more pressure. "There it goes!" Bill told the one person that knew it better than he did as his cock made headway. "Now we go real slow," Bill said when he was firmly lodged in Emily's ass. "Try and relax." It was almost touching to see Daddy so patient with her friend. Without the twinge of jealousy, Cindy might have thought it precious. He was being so careful Cindy resented it, even if it wasn't necessary with her. It was good of him, but it still wasn't her ass. "There now, feel that?" Bill said and began to move again. "Oh lord! How much more of it?" Emily moaned as his cock filled her ass. "Just exactly enough," Bill said and kept pushing. "I couldn't take any more," Emily groaned when Bill was pressed against her ass. "See," he said, "Just the right amount." "No! Too much!" Emily argued. "Wait until he's ramming into you 100 miles an hour," Cindy spoke. She got a dirty look from her father for that, but was unrepentant. She meant to make Emily nervous. "We'll both be ready by then," Bill tried to soothe Emily. Perhaps fear had made reality a relief or maybe Emily was just more attuned back there. In either case, her grunts took on a tint of desire as Bill moved back and then filled her again. Her grunts had turned to mews by the time Bill found a steady rhythm. Cindy could see a definite arch of Emily's back every time her daddy pushed back in. Cindy knew to do it, but the only explanation for Emily was that she liked it. "A 100 miles an hour. Yeah, that's what it'll take. A 100 miles an hour," Emily called out like she was delirious when Bill was pumping hard down into the home stretch. The little whore was going to cum! Cindy thought belligerently. She had never gotten anything near that much pleasure from it. It was hard enough to get off when she was clawing at herself in support and both Emily's hands were full of twisted bedclothes. Then it guiltily occurred to Cindy that it wasn't Emily's fault. It was God's fault for not giving her everything. She'd have to stop blaming Emily for something that just was. She still took a little satisfaction when Emily yipped in pain with the realization that her asshole had been more stressed during the fuzzy part than she'd felt. The return to her senses was not very comfortable. "I didn't know it was happening," Emily complained. "Then that's a good thing," Cindy told her. "You had that much time without pain." "How long does it last?" Emily asked. "I guess that depends," Cindy said. "It took me two days, but I'm a softie." "Two days?..." Emily gasped. The prospect of her asshole hurting when she had sex with Stanton for the first time caught Emily off-guard. But then, what could take her mind off it better? Then the deeper thought came over Emily's face like a revelation. How nasty was it to still ache from one lover's ass-fuck when you were getting fucked by another? "I am such a slut!" Emily said proudly. Predictions, plans and possibilities aside, Emily still had a mission. She was to present Stanton with his options and to successfully complete a date with a boy. Of the first, she was certain. The second, as happenstance would have it, worked itself out in a winding, but satisfactory manner. Stanton was quite eager to sit on swings in a playground if it meant he could ask more questions about Emily's proposal. They went as far out as Stanton's responsibilities in the face of a national disaster that left Emily's survival problematic. He got it, it was just like he felt he had to surround it to keep it from evaporating into smoke. He seemed at ease, for him, to be limited to some kissing in prospect of all that he had been promised the next night. It wasn't glamorous, but Emily was ecstatic and it had to be called successful. "Well, he knows your friends do it," Cindy told Emily, "Every experience he's had with us has been good. I think he's reasonably certain you're serious." "Yeah, I guess so," Emily said. "But I thought he'd say yes quicker." "When I said reasonably certain, I meant for a boy," Cindy scoffed. "It's like they have radar set on: self-defeat." "Well, I won't leave him doubting," Emily said. "By the way, what will you be doing while we're using your room." "Don't worry. I won't be in a closet," Cindy laughed. "I don't know what, but I'll do something." "You can go in the closet. In fact, do. I meant: what are we saying to Stanton to explain," Emily asked. "Oh come on, the standard story, the one that's told, more or less truthfully, all over this great land every week-end," Cindy wound up, "My dad's away and it's a favor to you. Almost like the truth." "Okay, but you should be in the closet," Emily said. "Your dad will be, won't he?" "I don't know what would stop him," Cindy agreed. "But you mean we should fuck, don't you? Did you two? Is that what this is about?" "No we didn't, but you should," Emily said. "I think that would be kinda hot." Lest casual mention should give a skewed vision of geography, let us venture into the Keller home and notice that the closet in question is not Cindy's closet. It opens into the next room. Its back wall abuts Cindy's room, thus the opportunity to conceal observation points into Cindy's room. This makes it less risky to peer into the next room naked. As we close the tour, you might notice that Mr. Keller is in a useful position behind Cindy. That's the tour and thanks for coming. "This is weird," Stanton observed. "Yeah, you got laid here before, yada yada," Emily said. "I was here that day, remember?" "But I didn't really know you then," Stanton said. "I'm not looking for excuses," Emily said. "I'm also pointing out that it's a bed and I'd prefer making new memories to rehashing yours." "But it's weird, Stanton repeated. "Have it your way. Just undress in the weirdness," Emily shrugged. It was just the same. The only substitution was the feminine eyes in the closet and the girl in the room. All other conditions were the same, at least on the surface. There were very different thoughts going through the mind of the concealed girl. When that had been Emily, the thoughts were almost exclusively that she wished it was her and not Cindy in the other room. It was reversed in the present. Cindy was relieved it was Emily and not her. If Cindy had known, and not just suspected, her father and Emily were watching, it might have been better, but Emily knew and Cindy still wasn't jealous. It was partly because Emily wanted him and Emily was her friend, but mostly because Stanton was a goof. It was fortunate for both parts to allow Cindy to be pleased and let her avoid balancing her wishes against Emily's. It was even a little bit interesting to watch as Emily ordered Stanton out of his clothes and onto the bed. It made Cindy think part of Stanton's sweetness was he was someone Emily felt confident enough to order around. That mild amusement out of the way, Cindy was more interested in the way Emily handled Stanton when it got down to the naked mambo. Emily was sitting right on Stanton's cock, not with it inside her, but where it was crushed between their bellies as she leaned over to lay on him and kiss him. It was a smart move. Cindy could see Emily's butt moving and knew she was grinding that cock against her pussy. Stanton looked to be occupied with the kissing. He was alert enough to run his hands over Emily, probably in reaction to the stimulation of his cock. Cindy would have been a bit jealous that Emily had found a way to fit the situation to her interest if her father wasn't subtly moving his hips with his cock resting in the crack of her ass. Cindy could be charitable, given that stimulation. Daddy was good and hard and Cindy looked forward to being fucked. She was undecided about the thrill of watching at the same time, but she knew she wanted Daddy's hard cock in her and driving hard. "You know you're just going to be my toy, don't you?" Emily was saying in the next room. "That's okay. Whatever you want," Stanton was eagerly agreeable. He couldn't be expected to object, or think clearly, when Emily was pressing his cock to her crotch and moving up and down along it. He was inches away from being inside her and her motion was like a preview of fucking. It was so close Stanton could imagine it and it was ridiculous to think he'd complain about anything at that point. "I didn't think you'd object," Emily said, rising up, "Since this is the way I'm going to play with you, I didn't think you'd mind." Stanton didn't answer. Neither of them needed an answer. Emily moved his cock under her and sat down on it, this time with it inside her. Stanton had no possible complaint. Emily had the perfect response and had taken care to put herself in control. Cindy looked back at Daddy when she didn't feel him put his cock in her at the same time. "Not yet, kitten," he whispered. "It's going to be short and sweet." Cindy turned back in disappointment. She didn't care how long it took Stanton. She wanted to get fucked. And then it appeared Daddy was wrong. Emily wasn't letting Stanton go off like a short-fused skyrocket. She moved closer and sat up as needed. She'd bend down where they could kiss and both she and Stanton could work pumping his cock in and out of her. Then she'd sit up and let Stanton writhe under her as she let his urge fade away. Cindy guessed it was the sneaky way Emily rotated her hips when she deemed Stanton's crisis had passed that kept him in good humor. It was more advanced than Cindy would have given Emily credit for. The around, the up and down, was sinuous and, Cindy guessed, very stimulating. Stanton must be out of his head with pleasure. Then Emily would let him build on that by leaning over him and then sit up to repeat the process. Perfect, Cindy thought. Boys lose all momentum, but girls can move up a step at a time. She could see the plan as Emily became more aroused with each cycle. She could see the arousal in the increased commotion of Emily's hips each time she sat up and ground on Stanton's cock. Careful, she thought, and then stopped thinking. Daddy didn't need to warn her. She wanted him to fuck her and was only relieved when she felt his cock slip into her. She didn't care what Emily was doing. There was only going to be more of this and none of the other on the bed in the next room. Emily was sitting up, pawing her own chest, as she pumped her ass on Stanton's cock. In the closet, Bill was driving his cock into Cindy as he kept his eyes glued to the scene in the other room. For Cindy it was all Daddy cock fucking her. Very little of the rest of him touched her as he bent over her and thrust his cock in her pussy. It was down to basics, but Cindy didn't mind. She wanted it so bad she wasn't going to complain. Then she found out Daddy meant he was going to be short and sweet. Emily looked like she was having a fit on Stanton's cock. All her careful, well-designed motions had become a helter-skelter of trying to press on. Emily was more determined than co-ordinated as she kept her hips bobbing on Stanton. In the course of this struggle, she was becoming vocal. Daddy was grunting. He was slamming into Cindy, letting Emily's moans cover the sound of him slapping into her. It was like a precision drill as Emily cried out, stubbornly making her hips move and Bill gasped and buried his cock in Cindy to cum. Bill was cumming, Stanton was cumming, Emily was cumming and Cindy was tingling. It seemed spooky that everything was happening at once. It only took her a minute to berate herself for her gullibility. Of course Daddy had planned it just that way. Perhaps Emily's cries even had something to do with his climax. It wasn't spooky, it was a set-up. "Damn!" Stanton was coming to his senses. "How often are we going to do this, did you say?" "Does that mean you liked it?" Emily asked. "Well, sure. How could I not?" Stanton agreed. "Then maybe you should say that before asking for more," Emily scolded him. Cindy turned a laugh into a smirk. It was funny to see Emily asserting herself. She could see why Daddy had faith in her. There was a side to Emily that didn't come out between them. "Well, it was great. A lot better than your friend," Stanton said. "So, are we going to do it every week, or what?" "We're going to do it every chance we get," Emily said, making Stanton's eye open wide. "There's no better way to pass the time, is there?" Well, it was all right, Cindy mused, not happy with Stanton's rebuff. Emily was certainly setting the hook for whatever Daddy planned. Disregarding the slight as much as she could, Cindy had to grant constant sex would turn any boy's head. She bet she'd show him the next time, and then wondered what had come over her. Was she so shallow that Stanton's remark made her need to prove something to a boy she hadn't wanted anything to do with just a moment before? Well, she sighed, she guessed she was. She was determined to fuck Stanton so hard his balls fell off the next time that happened. "You can't tell anything from that. He'd have said the same thing to me no matter how good it was," Emily was arguing. "And we both know it was him, not you." "Thanks for trying, but you miss one part," Cindy said. "It's him all right. He gets to think I was lousy so he doesn't have to admit he was." "I don't see why you care," Emily said. "Me neither," Cindy admitted. "It's shallow, but I can't help it." "Well, your dad didn't tell me any secret information, so I can't tell you when you'll have another shot at Stanton," Emily said. "You must think I'm awful, trying to horn in," Cindy suddenly thought of the effect she must be having. "Of course not," Emily forgave her, "It's nice having a boyfriend, but it's not like you want him and when you're fucking him I'll be fucking your father. I'm willing to make the sacrifice." They giggled. It was funny enough at the moment that Cindy didn't feel disgruntled at the revelation. Emily was her friend. Cindy knew she'd be completely happy if they were discussing some other man fucking her. And her father had not lessened his affection because Emily arrived on the scene. "Oh, here he comes," Emily looked up and saw Stanton down the hall. "Should I go?" Cindy asked. Emily had time to shake her head before Stanton arrived. He just stopped and grinned at them at first. "Hi, Stanton," Emily spoke. "What are you two up to?" Stanton burst out as if all he needed was some sign of acceptance, "I can't imagine, knowing you two as I do." It was short of a leering grin, but Stanton had made himself clear without resorting to pulling faces. He was as proud as a 15-pound pumpkin of his exploits with the two and simmering in a stew of salacious recall as he made his quip. It made Cindy want to gag. Emily, however, was content to kid him along. "We were just passing time until something good happens," Emily replied, her subversive content as telling as his. "Any idea when that will be?" Stanton asked, now alert for details that affected him personally. "See me after school," Emily said. "I'll have the details then." Cindy had a troubled look on her face after Stanton left. Emily saw it and laughed. "Don't be glum," Emily said. "Those details don't include your bed. If Stanton is really going to be my boyfriend, and I don't mind if he is, then we should find things to do for ourselves. While I'm waiting for whatever your father wants, that is." "Well, it's up to you," Cindy said neutrally, "but I guess I saw something of the attraction in the way you were ordering him around in my bed." "You could watch," Emily said, ignoring Cindy's assessment. "Why would I want..." Cindy began before she caught the expectant look on her friend's face. It wasn't that she might like. It was that Emily would get a charge out of it. Not thinking of the homo-erotic content of wanting to perform for her, Cindy changed her attitude. "Only if it makes it hotter for you," Cindy relented to Emily's beaming face and happy nod. It was how the other half, two-thirds, three-quarters lived. Cindy felt like a rich girl watching poor people. She never had to skulk around, trying to find a private place to fuck. She fucked in a bed with her Daddy. That cut out all the inconvenience she was seeing Emily endure. Cindy never had to concoct an alibi. Her father knew where she was, pussy wrapped tight around his cock. It was the private place that was vexing Emily at the moment. Without realizing it, Cindy was adding to the problem. Emily not only had to find a place of concealment, she had to find a place of concealment where Cindy could be concealed while she watched. Fortunately for smart friends, a small park a few blocks from school fit all the requirements. There was a small outcrop into the bushes, shielded by a child's merry-go-round, that might have been used for the purpose before. The bushes provided a place where Cindy could settle in and watch. It was hardly dusk and Emily was being bolder than Cindy would have given her credit for as she stripped bare naked. It was so bold Cindy herself felt a tickle between her legs in sympathy. The danger was rubbing off, even vicariously. "That is so cool," Stanton was enthusing over Emily's shaved pubis, "It makes it so sexy." "Sexy enough to kiss?" Emily asked. It was uncertainty rather than unwillingness that clouded his face as he gulped an affirmative. Emily gave his shoulder a shove and then straddled him as she knee-walked up to his face. She looked down at him as she knelt over his face and then lowered her pussy. As it made contact, her eyes were searching the bushes in the direction she expected Cindy. Cindy wasn't sure Emily could see her, but her friend was explicitly showing her pleasure at what she had arranged. For all Cindy knew, Stanton might be good at it. "Oh that's good," Emily sighed, whether for Stanton's or Cindy's benefit. "But I shouldn't be selfish, should I?" she said exclusively to Stanton. She moved and reversed herself before Stanton understood what she was doing. His struggle to understand ceased when Emily bent over and began tugging on his belt. He lay back, her pussy too far above him, and let her work. He came hard out of his underwear. Emily pushed his shorts down and tucked them under his balls before she bent and took his cock in her mouth. She settled back and pushed her pussy in Stanton's face again. Cindy and Daddy weren't much for the position, finding little need to arouse each other and preferring to fuck, but Stanton was impressed. From her vantage, Cindy could see his head moving eagerly as he burrowed into Emily's pussy. He was as eager on the other end, as Cindy gathered from Emily's reaction. "I'm sorry," Stanton bawled like a lost calf when Cindy had seen Emily jerk and then begin to bob with determination on Stanton's cock. "Just keep going," Emily answered thickly, Cindy guessing the reason being globs of Stanton's cum in her throat, "I can get it up again." Stanton set to with more determination. Cindy guessed his effect by the wiggling of Emily's ass. From the look of it, Stanton was being effective. Emily was wiping her pussy back and forth over his face as she kept up her single-minded bobbing on his cock. Cindy wondered if Emily didn't have it all planned down to the quick spurt as she saw Emily's butt jerk spastically. If she wasn't cumming, it was at least good and Cindy saw the sense of prolonging the encounter. It wasn't so long, Cindy had to adjust her timing for a teen rather than a grown man, when Emily stopped sucking Stanton's cock for a moment. He was hard again. She began to lick his prick as her hips ground, more slowly, on Stanton's face. "Now let's do it," Emily told Stanton's cock quietly. He was a bit awkward, but even Cindy had to grant there was reason for confusion. There was every reason to suspect Emily would mount him as she had before, but she slid off Stanton and tried to make a place for herself where he was laying. When he got it, he still had to struggle with pants around his knees to climb over her. But that done, he was in Emily quickly and commencing to hump. Emily raised her legs and let her heels rest on the pants bunched at his knees. She reached up and pulled him down to kiss him. Cindy noticed that slowed him appreciably. She marveled at how Emily had learned to control him. He was still shoving his cock into her eagerly, just not at a racing pace. Emily was rewarding him by swinging her hips in time with his strokes. "Oh god, Emily, you're wonderful," Stanton breathed as he came up for air. Cindy thought it was the signal he was cumming, but Stanton was only thrusting a little harder. She didn't think it would be long. "That's nice too, Stanton," Emily replied. "No need to rush." "Pretty soon I won't be able to help it," Stanton huffed. "Pretty soon I'll come along," Emily granted. It was an oddly disquieting feeling to watch the rest. Stanton seemed to have learned to respond to Emily's hips and Emily herself got far more involved than Cindy would have expected. It looked like they both might have made it and that made Cindy feel odd. She guessed it was all right for Emily to cum. It would be mean for her to resent Emily's pleasure. It was more how Stanton had been able to manage it when he was so terrible with her. Even that wasn't the truth, but Cindy didn't face that until her father pushed it in her face. "That's the downside," Bill said. "You wonder why I wanted you to find a boy? It was to correct the downside. "You were introduced to sex by an experienced man who, if I say so myself, knows a lot about it," Bill went on. "That's the upside. I think every young girl should be broken in that way so she knows what's possible. But the downside is that you didn't have to do anything. I could do it myself. In life, you'll find a lot more Stantons than Daddies." "Then I'll keep you, Daddy," Cindy said. "You say that now, and you might, but we should be prepared," Bill said. "I'm not a boy scout," Cindy argued. "That's another thing," Bill said. "I never meant for you to become so dependant on me. I'm happy about it, but I'm not sure it's the best for you. You should be a boy scout. You should be on the lookout. Don't put all your eggs in one basket." "Well," Cindy said hesitantly, the eggs image conjuring up one thought that had occurred to her before, "You can't father my children." "I'm glad you're thinking that way," Bill said. "It's the best for you and that's what I want." "But I want you, Daddy," Cindy pouted. "And you'll always have me, but that doesn't mean you can't look around," Bill said. "Let's use Emily as an example." Cindy perked up at that. She had suspected there was more to it than he'd admitted. She was anticipating the truth. "If she weren't your friend, I wouldn't give her a second glance," Bill said, puncturing Cindy's suspicion. "Now, she's a nice kid once you get to know her and all, but the only reason I had you get her over was to do her a favor because she's your friend." "So it was agony fucking her?" Cindy asked skeptically. Bill gave her a sharp look. He shook his head slowly. "This isn't a story," Bill said firmly. "It isn't agony fucking anyone. I just mean my purpose was to do some good for Emily and I did it because you like her and it might make her like you better." "And your point," Cindy asked. "I'm glad we're back from your detours," Bill said. "My point is that you might want to do something of the like and you don't know how. That's my fault because you never had to learn. I'm trying to help." "The best way to help me is put your cock in me," Cindy said. "I'm about to," Bill said. "But you know what I'm saying and you know I'm right." "I want you, Daddy. That's what I know is right," Cindy said. Bill chuckled as he eased his cock into her. It did feel right. It felt right and tight. It was nice she wanted him so much. "I'm not going anywhere," he said, "except maybe a few more inches up your flue. That's not the point. I'm not trying to get rid of you. I just want you ready for anything." Cindy had to admit her awe at how Emily had managed to get an orgasm out of Stanton. Her turn had been disastrous and even if Daddy hadn't said it, she knew it was her fault for expecting Stanton to know what he was doing. That was all she was willing to think. Daddy was fucking her and she gave all her attention to him. Now Daddy, faster Daddy, she thought and was content that he responded without her speaking. "Cars are a pain. Give me a deserted lot and a blanket," Emily was reveling in her recent ribaldry. "The more you can move, the better." "Only for one as bold as you," Cindy joined in. There had been a distinct impact on their studying together, but the only other change because of Emily's boyfriend was Emily's brighter moods. Cindy still felt as close, maybe closer, even if Emily deserted her five evenings out of seven to fuck Stanton. Cindy was even seduced subtly by the romance of their adventures. Emily was quick to stress how they longed for the stressless comfort she had always enjoyed, but even she wouldn't say the danger wasn't exciting or discount the heightened emotions of the hunt. They had fucked in barns, in fields, behind dumpsters and even Emily's backyard. They had favorite spots, but were cautious about visiting often enough to raise suspicion. Emily positively vibrated when she told of near misses. "What you need is to get caught," Cindy said. "I bet that would really make you pop." It made Stanton paw the ground and look for an exit. He didn't know Bill Keller. He'd never seen him before. He only knew the girl Mr. Keller had dragged in by the ear. "Is this the one?" Bill demanded. "Is this the one that fucked you after you promised?" Cindy knew it had to look real, but Daddy was tugging on her ear. It really hurt. She had no trouble sounding upset. "I don't know. Maybe. I didn't look at him that much," Cindy whined. "What about it?" he challenged Stanton. "Are you?" "Just let me go. I won't ever come back, I promise," Stanton ignored the question in favor of his offer. "What about that girl on the bed? You going to leave her?" Bill roared and then released Cindy's ear to shove her at Stanton. "What about her? You fuck her or not?" Cindy had to give him credit for searching her face for an indication before he answered. She tried to look scared. "Once. A long time ago," Stanton came clean. "You know she's a nympho, don't you?" Bill growled. "You can't give her any because it's never enough." "I didn't know nothing," Stanton said. "What about her?" Bill pointed at Emily, who was laying on the bed looking bored. "She a nympho too? She want it more than twice a week? She do it any time? Yeah - I see it on your face. You like to fuck sick girls, don't you?" Stanton had pulled a medium. He hadn't jumped out the window naked and ran for it. He hadn't stood up to Bill. He stood up, but that was because he was looking for an exit. He didn't think of the window, but those were points in his favor. He might have lied for Cindy, if she'd given him an indication. Overall, it was a medium. "You can just shut up with that crap, Mr. Pervert," Emily said in a bored voice from the bed. She rolled onto her side facing Bill and put an elbow on the bed so she could rest her head on her hand. Her legs were perfectly aligned and she looked like a classy nude, a classy nude with a very visible shaved pubis and the evident beginning of her slit. "Don't you say anything! Now I know you're a nympho too!" Bill screamed at Emily, pointing viciously. "Why? What don't you want to come out?" Emily asked in the same world-weary tone. "You got something to hide?" "Shut up! Just shut up!" Bill raved. "Don't worry, honey," Emily said to Stanton. "I can handle him. He knows better than to make me angry." "Shouldn't we go?" Stanton asked out of the corner of his mouth. "Go?" Emily said loudly. "Why should we go? This old pervert should go and leave us in peace." "You're trespassing!" Bill fumed. "Oh goodness!" Emily suppressed a faux yawn. "Better call the cops. Heaven knows what I'll say in my defense." Bill did a good job of grumbling. His frame and his motion had shrunk, but he still showed some fight. It shouldn't look too easy. "Don't make it worse, you guys, okay?" Cindy tried to reason. "I'll make it better," Emily promised. "Right under his nose." "What's going on?" Stanton asked. "Shut up and watch. No. Come back here," Emily said to him. Stanton backed slowly toward the bed. Emily turned to Bill. "Now you get out of... No. You stay. You stay and watch while a real man fucks me," Emily said, her words getting nastier one by one. "What about me?" Cindy asked. "Whatever," Emily said. "But he watches." Cindy scampered from the room. She had to admit she had been in the presence of greatness. She didn't consider herself untalented, but it was best she leave while she could maintain her character. Her father and Emily seemed to be living theirs. True, she saw as she reached the closet, it was mostly reverting to form now that the pyrotechnics were over, but she didn't know how they could stop from laughing. They had spun Stanton around enough to make him dizzy and now he was letting Emily use his cock to arouse herself in front of Daddy. He was so lost she didn't know how they kept straight faces. She hated to call it critical, but it was a closer examination, mixed with her knowledge, that brought out the next layer. Emily was very clearly playing for Bill. It fit as some sort of gloating superiority over him as far as Stanton would see, but Cindy saw the dirty gleam in Emily's eye. She was making it hot to get Daddy to sweat. Well, Daddy deserves it, she thought, not absolving Emily her part. I wish I could go jerk him off while he watches. Then Emily tread all over that as well. "You look all bothered," Emily told Bill. "Is that a hard-on? Does watching make you hard? I think you better take that out and rub it. Rub it for me, big boy." "Just let me go - and get out of here when you're done," Bill made another stab at being authoritative. "Do what you're told," Emily said firmly. "Pull on it. Take it out and pull it." ("Have that girl come back and help you") Cindy tried to send by telepathy, but Emily was done. Bill did what he was told as grumpily as he could. "Now fuck me," Emily told Stanton. She'd been using his cock for a dildo long enough Stanton had been excited past his terror. As he pushed his cock into Emily, he was left with the void of a situation that has no explanation, which was perfect to let his hips do what came naturally. It was like a dream. The only thing that wasn't confusing was pumping his cock in and out of pussy. He focused on that and tried to push the rest into the background. "Oh yeah, big boy. Ride me hard," Emily encouraged him. Cindy cracked a smile. The bigger Emily played it, the easier it was for her to take. It was always going to be Emily putting on a porn show for Daddy, even if she didn't know it. She could see the plan now and the porn show was a supporting wall. It has to be fun for her, Cindy softened. I think it's a pretty hot show myself. Emily is sure playing to the cheap seats. "We're in trouble, baby girl," Bill said when he came to her. "What kind?" Cindy asked, not particularly shocked. "I've been a bad man and done bad things to little girls," Bill said. "Not you, Daddy. I wouldn't let you," Cindy said. "Well, there's a question about you too," Bill said more easily. "Me? What have I done?" Cindy was interested. "You might spread for everything with a dick and it might just be in crazy Daddy's mind," Bill said. "There's evidence for both." "You mean being so deprived I'm desperate enough to fuck Stanton on the side of you being crazy and just fucking Stanton at all lending credence to the idea I'll fuck anyone?" Cindy asked. "Just so," Bill said. "But Emily will protect us." "She didn't seem inclined when I saw her," Cindy said. "But she's in a delicate situation," Bill said. "Ratting us out does her no good. It's only the threat of ratting us out that gives her any power." "But if we know that, how does it work?" Cindy asked because she was supposed to. "Because we can't count on her to not," Bill said. "If we stop co-operating then it's no good to her either. She might do it out of spite, just to get back at us." "Sounds like a crazy balancing act with plenty of give and take among the players," Cindy said. "Now are you going to take your finger out of my ass and put your cock in or do we talk more?" "Just waiting for you to ask, honeypie," Bill said as he removed his finger. "And make it as good as you did Emily," Cindy said as she felt his cock nuzzle her anus. "She almost came." "She did cum and that's because she likes it," Bill said. "You need to reach out more, but I still think you better play with yourself." Cindy decided to figure out 'reaching out' as she felt his cock do that roller-coaster thing opening her ass. It was all strain and then the head popped in with a heart-stopping rush. She felt him move deeper as she processed how large her ass was opened and was rudely interrupted in her process as the fullness grabbed her attention. Daddy was deep in her ass and he wasn't pausing for adjustment. Still complaining about how bad it was, Cindy was surprised it wasn't worse. There was more of a struggle than if he'd let her rest, but her asshole didn't seem any angrier at the intrusion. "Play with yourself," Daddy reminded her from very close to her ear where he'd managed to get by pushing every inch of cock into her ass. "You're all the way in my ass," Cindy said, meaning so quickly, meaning without pausing and managing to sound stupid. "All the way," Bill agreed, grinding his hips to make her sure how deep he was in her ass. Cindy knew when to quit. She put her hand between her legs and stroked. Daddy started slowly at first, varying the depth but not the timing of his strokes. A sudden jab alerted Cindy to his method. He was going to spread the mashed potatoes, injecting meat every so often, but there was going to be all meat at the end. He'd draw out the stroking, but sometime, without warning, he'd reach the point and would slam up her ass with a fury that blurred Cindy's memory. There was nothing to hold onto. It was faster, harder, deeper than she could take in and not disturbing or painful in any way that left a memory. She lived through it, but only had vague impressions. That was what was coming. Cindy didn't need a weatherman. She concentrated more on her stroking to try and get ahead of the wave. "You're walking funny," Emily noticed. "Daddy did a rump romp last night," Cindy said. Emily didn't ask for an explanation. She could guess near enough and Cindy had answered her question for the most part. Emily didn't snicker either, although she found the idea kind of funny in a sit-com kind of way. "Well, Stanton is going to be weird," Emily changed the subject. "Freaked doesn't begin to cover it. He was scared of me after last night. Me!" "Well, you demonstrated your killer instinct," Cindy said. "I bet he has to re-evaluate you big time." "The bright spot is that he didn't ask a million questions," Emily said. "I didn't have to spell anything out. Your dad's sins are still nebulous in his mind." "And in mine," Cindy said. "But I have a clearer feel for the consequences." It was supposed to be a joke, so Emily felt okay laughing. It was the most okay she felt that day, having put down her bet on black and having the feeling the wheel was still in spin. They were all up to their necks in it, but Emily felt like the instigator. She was certainly the one Stanton would point to for his part. It was a hard-won lesson in perseverance and faith. Emily didn't know how to get out of it and that aided her, but she managed to not seek escape. It took Stanton two days to bump into Emily. "Oh, hi. Sorry about yesterday. Stuff came up," Stanton said sheepishly, looking closely to see if she'd pass his excuse. "It's okay you needed time to think," Emily said. "I guess it was a big surprise." Stanton laughed. "Big doesn't cover it," he said. "I don't know a word big enough that would. So, yeah, I needed some time." "And you decided...?" Emily led him. "It's freaky, but we got away with it," Stanton said and started again, "More than got away with it. There's not a ripple. It's like it never happened. No one knows." "We do. Cindy does. Mr. Keller certainly does," Emily corrected, "But none of us are going to say anything. I told you. I own him." "What is up with the whole weird family?" Stanton asked. "I don't get it at all." "You sure you want to know?" Emily said darkly. "Ignorance might be a good excuse in this case." "Well, sure, okay," Stanton retreated, "But you really have the screws on him?" "There won't be any trouble from him. I guarantee that," Emily said firmly. "So the fly still doesn't know he's at a spider convention," Bill said happily. "I don't think the fly cares as long as none of us eats him," Cindy said. "What complaint can he have? He was afraid of getting caught, in the real sense, not metaphorical. That's all he cares about. Why not? Pussy? What's wrong with that?" "She's right," Emily agreed, "He didn't mention anything about fucking in front of you. It was all how much would you take and was I sure you'd keep your mouth shut." "Then we better scare him," Bill said to puzzled looks. "Why?" Cindy asked. "For fun," Bill said, "Turn it up and see how he feels about the humiliations you heap on me. I don't think you should make me fuck my own daughter yet, but it won't be long." Well, of course, Cindy thought. That was always their destination, and certainly hers. They just had to drag Stanton in so deep there was no way out even if he learned the truth. Not that Cindy thought he'd try to escape. Personally, she only wanted to insure he kept his mouth shut. "Who can he tell?" Emily said in that discussion. "He'd freak out most people and the kind of guy he might brag to wouldn't believe him." "It's still better if he doesn't," Cindy said. "Then we went about it the wrong way," Emily said. "If we'd told him the truth, we'd know he'd keep quiet. I think he can appreciate the power of that kind of secret." "But the risk..." Cindy argued. "I didn't say it was the best idea," Cindy said, "Only the best way to know he'll keep his mouth shut." "I guess we have to trust Daddy," Cindy said. "Go ahead," Emily said, grinning, "I'd rather trust *your* dad." Stanton showed no ill effects for watching Bill fuck Emily. He seemed to be growing fond of tormenting him. He was eagerly agreeable when Emily demanded Bill take over when Stanton was done. There was the idea, voiced as a threat, that Stanton might have to give Cindy some of what she craved and that didn't repulse him either. Cindy was not visibly present to voice her opinion. She was resigned, but far less eager than Stanton. As a grand plan, Cindy accepted it, seeing it would wind Stanton more securely in the web and lead to her having Daddy, but there was the part of enduring Stanton again. It wasn't really reasonable, her resistance. Stanton was much more experienced and competent a lover. "This is, again, the point," Bill tutted at Cindy. "And better to find out when it is a lesson rather than a stark reality." "The point is that I must be fucked badly?" Cindy argued. "You must adjust your reaction to the difference and discover how to make it serve," Bill said. "I hope you didn't imagine I would be your only lover forever and ever." "What's wrong with that, Daddy?" Cindy pouted. Bill shuddered. "It's unnatural," he said. "And it's a fairy princess dream of a nine-year-old. I'm flattered, but I'd be the beast your mother thinks I am if I didn't point it out. The same dick all life long? That's... That's just... Brrrr." Bill shuddered again. Cindy knew his point, even knew the working of the real world supported it, but she didn't like it. Why couldn't she be the fairy princess forever and ever? "Everyone yearns for more. Everyone cheats," Bill said flatly. "They won't admit it. They hide behind some feeble excuse that their bodies never follow through, but they want. Even if it's a dream, they cheat." Cindy looked at him stubbornly. The only reason there was anyone else was that he made her. He wasn't talking to her. "The tragedy is that it isn't wrong," Bill said. "How can it be? How can it be universal and wrong? It's how we're made. What's wrong is a bunch of people deciding normal is bad. What's horrible is convincing so many to follow their perverse reasoning. The real crime is denying every human the breadth of expression that's their birthright." "Even with their kids?" Cindy asked. Bill shot her a sharp look, but then smiled. "That doesn't invalidate the rest," Bill said. "We're rebels. We might not even be wrong, but if we are, it doesn't change anything. It's a gray area, but if you think it's wrong, perhaps we better stop." There was no way to argue with him. He always had it so clear and made her objections sound silly. She hated the way he could threaten her and make it sound like her idea. She was going to fuck Stanton and that was all there was to it. "You're going to bring us Cindy tonight," Emily told Mr. Keller at the door. "She doesn't deserve to be forced to be a nun." "People are going to notice if you keep coming over here every night," Bill said through clenched teeth. "Great," Emily snorted. "Certainly adds the air of truth to my story, doesn't it?" Bill didn't even argue when Emily demanded he undress Cindy. He played the cowed man that thinks his actions might pass notice if he doesn't mention them. Emily was all about pointing them out to him. "Is that a woody?" Emily teased Bill when he straightened up after pulling down Cindy's panties. "Did you get all excited making your daughter naked?" Bill sullenly refused to reply, but it was no refuge. Emily blithely waved Cindy to her bed and went to Bill. "It is a woody," Emily confirmed as she ran her hand up and down the front of Bill's pants. "Is this another secret you thought you could keep to yourself?" Cindy wanted to be more aware of Emily's actions and Daddy's outraged reply, but she was on her bed and Stanton was arranging her. She was determined not to enjoy it one bit, but compelled to allow the unwanted attentions. It took concentration to avoid appreciating Stanton's worship of her body. I should be at least wet, Cindy decided grudgingly as she softened a little to Stanton sucking erect nipples. It shouldn't be torture, Cindy rationalized as Stanton sawed his cock in her slit as he kissed her. I can still not like it, Cindy decided. What she couldn't avoid, at least at first, was Emily's salacious play by play of her seduction. "Was that a wiggle?" Emily asked Bill. "Did your dick just wiggle when he rubbed his cock on her pussy?" Bill was standing naked from the waist to the puddle of pants around his ankles as Emily ran a finger along his hard-on. He wore a scowl that wouldn't hold up under careful examination, but Stanton was busy. "Oh my! It's in!" Emily announced happily as Stanton entered Cindy. "He's fucking her. He's fucking your daughter." Bill's face was an unreadable mask. It was the best he could do. Even knowing he was acting, Cindy felt abandoned that there was no look of sympathy as she felt Stanton's cock slide into her. She had to feel something. It was hard enough controlling the switch of her hips as Stanton stroked. Her nasty body didn't care it wasn't Daddy. Despite her best efforts, Stanton was intruding into her thoughts like he was invading her body. "Oh, you're going to have a crisis," Emily mocked Bill. "I better do something about that." What she did was slide down and take his cock in her mouth. It was the last straw for Cindy. Of course she couldn't be unfeeling when Daddy was happy. She was glad for him and, darn it, she couldn't keep her defenses up when she was glad. That was her excuse for yielding to the insistent surge of Stanton's cock. There was some truth in it. Watching Emily suck Daddy's dick was exciting. Daddy even gave in. His expression was readable as agonized reluctance or welcome pleasure. Cindy knew it was pleasure because Emily was making it good but not too good. Emily was stopping just enough to tongue whip the head of Daddy's cock before sucking him down deep again. Cindy knew how he liked that. He complained, but he never said to stop. It made him crazy and he didn't know what else to say. Cindy was watching carefully. That was her other excuse for the way her hips lifted up for Stanton. She couldn't be attentive and still monitor her nasty body. Anyway, she was excited for Daddy. It wasn't really Stanton ramming his cock in her that was making her moan. It all became a convenient jumble as Stanton put it to her hard. Emily was keying her sucking to Stanton's thrusting and went at Bill with single-minded bobbing as Stanton sped up. They conspired against her, Cindy thought later. At the time, the hard cock stirring her insides as she watched Emily swallow an incredible amount of Daddy's cock drove that sort of reasoning from her mind. All Cindy could do was to flop on the bed and feel the pleasure crest. She wasn't even capable of dividing it into Daddy's pleasure and her own. They were coming together to make her cum. "Oh please! No!" Bill managed to regret as he shot off in Emily's mouth. She was greedier than Cindy, less mindful of herself and Bill hadn't shot off that deep in a woman's mouth since he was a kid. He put it to eagerness and being on display that Emily had kept threatening her throat with his cock as she sucked. Cumming like he was, was just - well, great. "Now what?" Stanton looked to Emily. "I think she should suck *your* dick," Emily smiled. "I still haven't had any and she's made you worthless." Cindy gave Emily a pitiful look of betrayal. She didn't want to suck Stanton too. "What?" Emily responded. "I sucked your dad. Seems only fair you should suck my boyfriend. After we were nice enough to get you laid, I think it would be ungrateful not to." Well, she couldn't ruin it for everyone. She was trapped in her part and by the time she could protest it would be too late. Cindy still gave Emily a dirty look. It might have been amusing to see the change in her timid friend in other circumstances, but Cindy wasn't in a laughing mood. Emily sat on a chair to take off her shoes. She had remained fully clothed throughout the preceding action. Stanton pulled back, up on his knees to see what Cindy wanted. With a sigh, Cindy got off her back and had him sit on the side of the bed. He was well enough on that she could kneel beside him and lean down to his crotch. She lifted his cock and licked it tentatively. She was doomed, so there was no reason to put it off. "We could do each other," Stanton suggested as Cindy pulled at his limber prick with her lips. Cindy ignored him. It brought a clear memory of Emily fucking Stanton to her mind and she didn't want to re-create that for him. She had to suck his cock, but she didn't have to enjoy it. "Ohh, baby," Stanton sighed and Cindy felt rather than saw the shadow of Emily bending over her. She kept sucking Stanton's cock into her mouth, battering it with her tongue and pulling off. She didn't need to look at the sound of kissing to know what they were doing. Stanton's hips were moving, without any particular reason relating to revival, as they continued. She was unknowingly aided by Emily, who was offering not only kisses, but her breasts to be fondled in support of Cindy's sucking. How much that hurried Stanton is a question for discussion, but the act was pure kindness on Emily's part and should be judged for her intent. Again, Cindy was excused or not required to watch as Stanton fucked Emily. She fled again, feeling she had established the behavior. From the closet, she watched Stanton turn Emily from sitting on him where he was seated to lay her on the bed. Predictable for the second time, Cindy discounted Stanton's stamina. She had to admit he was much better than before, but she didn't have to wax poetic. It was nice he could be good for Emily, but... "I think we're going to explore spanking sooner than expected," Bill said later. "Is that the inevitable next step after group sex?" Cindy asked. "No, it's what it seems it's going to take to make you grow up," Bill said. "I did what you said," Cindy said defiantly. "And you're pouting about it like a child," Bill responded. "You aren't trying. You're fighting every thing I do. You might as well be living with your mother." That brought panic and tears to Cindy's face. "You wouldn't send me away!" she asked in terror. "No. Of course not. Where did you get that idea?" Bill asked. "I just said you're treating me like your mother. I'm not your enemy. I thought you loved me." "I do, Daddy," Cindy said with the power of relief. "Then why don't you trust me to know what's best for you?" Bill asked. "Because I only want you, Daddy," Cindy said automatically. "You only think that because you won't listen," Bill said. "I've said it over and over. I'm not going away. You can have your cake and eat it too. Why can't you try?" Distracted by the joke about Kate and Edith, Cindy wasn't able to marshal a cogent response. "I don't know, Daddy," she said in default. "What would you do if you had to live with your mother?" Bill asked. "No, Daddy, please don't send me to her!" Cindy begged. "I'm not. Will you listen?" Bill sighed. "What if you had to. What if I died? What would you do then?" "I don't know, Daddy," Cindy said. "Can't think of anything?" Bill asked. Cindy waited a moment before shaking her head. "See?" he was triumphant. "That is exactly what this is about. You need to land on your feet, baby girl. You need to know how to get what you need whatever happens. That's why you need to get with the program." "But no one else is as good as you, Daddy," Cindy pouted. "Well, that's a damn nice compliment, but that kid tonight seemed to do all right for Emily," Bill observed. "And as it stands now, if there's no more me, then you have nothing. At least that kid is better than nothing." "He's Emily's," Cindy pointed out. "So you need to learn how to land one of your own. Get my point?" Bill said. "Although I think Emily would share to fill in." Cindy got the point. She'd walked right into it. Trying to change Daddy's mind was like a house of mirrors. No matter where you turned, he had you in his sights. "You'd like to share Emily too, wouldn't you?" Cindy accused. "Now more than before, I have to admit," Bill said. "You're still my girl, but Emily is turning into quite the gal." "He said it to irk you," Emily said when Cindy reported that part of the conversation, but Cindy could see the pride. "No," Cindy said stubbornly. "You have the attitude he wants me to have, but I can't." "Why not?" Emily asked and Cindy felt everyone was against her. "Because I only want him!" Cindy spouted. "Why?" Emily asked maddeningly. "Because. Because he's Daddy," Cindy said. "My mother says that when she doesn't have a reason. Because," Emily noted. "I think you have a reason, but you've forgot it." "Thank you Miss Freud!" Cindy scoffed. "Shall I tell you my dreams?" "Are they hot? Lots of sex?" Emily was eager. "You know what I mean," Cindy snorted, "Deep psychological reasons for a Daddy fixation. Well, it's normal. It has a name, the Electra complex. Everyone has it. I just give in." "At a very juvenile stage," Emily said. "And when you discover Daddy isn't Superman and has hair in his ears, you get over it. You have some other reason." "Daddy is Superman," Cindy argued. "And no hair in his ears. You know it. He's sexy. Why should I get over him?" "I was saying most people do," Emily said. "I even understand wanting him. He is neat. But to the exclusion of considering anyone else? I don't get that." "Well, you should," Cindy said defensively. "One dick forever?" Emily scoffed. "I like Stanton fine and your father is great, but I'd be willing to experiment with others. That's the excitement. You don't know what you'll get and there's always the chance of something really great." "Daddy's great. You said," Cindy rebutted. "Yes, and you have that," Emily was unrelenting. "But you didn't know how great until you had Stanton for comparison. Think about that." "You're like Daddy," Cindy sighed. "You always have an answer." "And you say that because you don't," Emily said. Stanton interrupted further conversation. He had taken to regarding himself as a stud and Emily and Cindy as his herd. He was still wary enough of Emily to stand by her, but both Cindy and Emily felt the inclusion. Cindy was one of the pack. The upside was that he felt protective of Cindy as well as Emily and the downside was that someone might notice. They were pretty safe on that score, most people too involved in their own dramas to pay attention, but there were always those with nothing better to do. "Stanton Fleming have a big dick? Because he's hanging out with the dick measurer, and the tag-along Emily," Hilda Grimaldi was wondering aloud. "They're queer," her friend said. "Everyone knows that." "We're going to make him do it. We're going to make him fuck you, Cindy," Emily was gloating with glee. "Me? Ugh! Why?" Cindy did her best to look repulsed. "Because it will drive him right off his rocker," Emily said. "Imagine. All his high-toned moral beliefs - that he can't live up to already - and he fucks his own daughter. That's got to blow circuits somewhere." "What if becomes a raving maniac?" Stanton asked. "What if he flips out and decides none of us can live?" "He'd have gone guerilla of God before this if that was likely," Emily said. "He's folded up and let us rule him too easy for that." It seemed to make enough sense to calm Stanton. Cindy still felt she should protest more. "I don't want to. It's gross!" Cindy complained. "Think about looking into his haunted eyes and telling him it's what he wanted all along," Emily suggested. "Ask him if he's happy now because it's what he really wants." "But where do I go if he goes nuts?" Cindy asked, a reasonable question, she thought. "What happens to me?" "Could it be worse?" Emily asked. "Trust me. It will be fun." Fun might not have been the worst description, but harrowing also fit, as far as Cindy was concerned. It became far too real for her. "Now, that's right," Emily said proudly, "You've got her all nice and naked. Now go put her on the bed." It was the first time Bill had more than dropped his pants. Emily had him strip before she had him undress Cindy. He looked uncomfortable lifting his naked daughter, being particularly careful to keep her higher than his ready hard-on. "Now that's right. Get on. We want you to fuck her tonight," Emily told Bill when he had placed Cindy on the bed. Emily and Stanton had seemingly interrupted their usual fuck when Emily had a flash. They were also naked, blocking the way from the bed as Emily made her announcement. "I can't! That's nuts!" Bill balked. "Your cock won't know you're crazy. It'll think it's in pussy like any other," Emily quipped. "Now let's see it get in some pussy." "You can't be serious. Not with my daughter," Bill argued. "You knew you were going to when you got on the bed," Emily said flatly. "Stop the show and give in to the inevitable." "Don't let her make you, Daddy," Cindy begged. Perhaps there was some deep, key reason why her plea made Bill decide or maybe it was time. Bill scowled at Emily and then turned to avoid Cindy by looking over her head as he pushed his cock into her. He might have been disavowing what the lower half of his body was doing by the way he kept his eyes raised. The lower half certainly didn't feel any allegiance to his pose. That was rooting around in Cindy like it had never felt anything half so fine. His cock came in from all angles and he made sure to plant it firmly on every stroke as the lower half of him fucked Cindy. Cindy forgot to act, but no one as watching her. There was nothing she could do but grind on the thrusts anyway. Daddy was putting on the show. "Come on," she heard Emily say quietly to Stanton. Emily put one hand on Cindy's nightstand and pushed her bottom back. Cindy watched the heavy-lidded smile bloom on Emily's face as Stanton got behind her. She didn't have to look to know he had just shoved his cock in Emily. She could read it on Emily's face. Daddy had found a rhythm now and Stanton was matching it. Emily and Cindy watched each other's faces as they were rooted in time. It was a strange feeling of connection, almost too weird, to be moved as the other was moving. It argued some common cause, like they were fucking each other. Cindy saw that on a comfortable level. Part of her knew the thought had always been there and she was willing to grant it at this level of remove. She could have that spice and still have Daddy's cock driving into her pussy. "That's it! Slam it in her. Cum in her!" Emily demanded some time later, her words as much for Stanton on her own behalf as for Bill. It had merged into something connected, co-ordinated over the course of the fucking. Stanton seemed as linked, by primal force and not eye line, to Bill as Cindy was to Emily. They were all coming to it like some eight-legged, four-backed beast. Cindy had lost all vestige of their conceit while she wriggled on the bullying stab of Daddy's cock. It was too good. Anyone would be coming off bells and whistles. No one else was any more alert to observe. Emily, of course, was the first to return to the program. "Now that was quite nice. I think we've found you a solution you've long been seeking," Emily taunted. "No more need for the pent-up moral indignation. You've found an outlet." "You're crazy. That was sick!" Bill harrumphed. The absurdity of his protest while he kept his cock in Cindy did not become an issue. Emily had other things in mind. "Oooo -" Emily purred. "Upset are we? Or are you just doing it because you know I'll make you do it more? That's what you want, isn't it? Me to make you?" "No. I just want you to go away," Bill said. "Isn't there something you don't want me to do?" Emily prompted him sweetly. Bill just grumbled at that. He shook his head like he might shake off the thought. Emily's smile was nasty. It was a shocking transformation for Cindy to see. Emily's versatility wasn't such a surprise, but the evil aura that she managed to project as she stood imperiously over them was magnificent. Cindy could hardly believe Emily dreamed of such command, let alone could play it. "So, next up you put it in her ass," Emily decreed. Cindy's shock read as the reaction to being ass-fucked. It was, in fact, simply more of her surprise at Emily's command. She knew Emily thought such things, but to deliver them with such force... "I will not! I can't do that to my daughter!" Bill was feisty again. "You don't want to put that big, old cock right up your little girl's tiny heine?" Emily asked. "That's too disgusting to consider!" Bill raged. "That tiny little hole stretching all way big just for Daddy's big cock to go in?" Emily teased. "No. I won't. I won't," Bill refused. Emily looked around and put a finger to her lip thoughtfully. Cindy could see the concession in the offing, but didn't know what it might be. "But you'd put it in my ass, wouldn't you?" Emily asked. "That would be okay, wouldn't it?" "I don't want to do that either," Bill said, but weaker. "But you will, if I say so," Emily tested. Bill hung his head. Cindy thought it had ended weakly after the build-up, but she hadn't waited for the clincher. "Then Stanton can put it in Cindy's ass," Emily said. "I want all asses filled one way or another." Cindy felt tricked. It was easy to look angry. They really hadn't settled on exactly the script, at least not with Cindy present, but Cindy thought Emily was exceeding necessity. She didn't want to fuck Stanton, period. She certainly didn't want him in her ass. "I've had enough. You've let me go the other times," Cindy took a stab. "But, honey, after your dad has my ass, he's going to want yours, so this is a favor to you," Emily said. "You'll thank me later." Thank her with a bullwhip, Cindy thought rebelliously. She couldn't calculate the cost of refusing off the top of her head, so she felt trapped. She'd hate to find out Stanton was more dangerous than she thought after she'd screwed up. "Hmmm," Emily hummed as she walked around the bed with Bill and Cindy on it. "We're going to be cuddly. I can see that. We'll work something out." Cuddly was on a more dangerous level than being fucked in rhythm. Cindy was mostly laying right on Emily's back when they got into position, on their knees, facing each other. There wasn't room otherwise. It made Cindy's breasts rest on Emily's back in a contact made too intimate by Stanton trying to ease his cock into her ass. Being entered made all touching sexual touching and Cindy couldn't strain one out of the other's area of effect. "Now that's not too bad, is it?" Emily's taunt signaled Bill's entry into her ass. "Go on and show me what a bad girl I am. I know you want to. Teach me a lesson, teacher." It was oddly appropriate and insanely inviting. Bill would ravage the poor girl - just the way she liked it. Cindy realized Emily would enjoy rump romp. She wondered if the only secret about that was the fake one of Bill not knowing. She dreaded to confirm her suspicion by finding that it was the only mode Stanton knew. Emily must have taught him and Cindy knew what Emily liked. In this case, it seemed to be more Stanton's choice. He was a deep diver, but liked to reserve the plunges for dramatic moments in the course of fucking her ass rather calmly. She could feel the shiver of pleasure as he pressed on her bottom, but Stanton rationed that joy. Mostly he seemed to take delight in savoring the feel of her asshole squeezing his cock as it moved in and out. He was in no hurry to vacate her ass, which Cindy found only mildly irritating faced with a much rougher alternative. There was too much going on to complain. The cock in her ass and abrupt fillings was mixed with the slide of Emily's back against her chest as Emily was bounced smartly on Daddy's urgent thrusts. It was a swirl of sensations and emotions that Cindy let pass through her as she took it in the ass from Stanton. "You're a disgusting whore! You like it!" Bill snarled at Emily. "I like it hard. Can't you fuck my ass hard?" Emily taunted Bill. That was wonderful, as was Daddy crouching to slam his cock home in Emily's ass. Where Cindy felt the objection was in Stanton's reaction to the escalation. He didn't mimic Daddy's unrestrained stabbing into Emily's ass, but he did get more active. The drive right against her ass became mandatory and Stanton was aroused to fuck Cindy deep up her ass with some passion. Cindy had to take it. Truthfully, it wasn't as much as she made of it, but she certainly felt Stanton's sincere intent to pillage her rear. She would be pleased to be doing Daddy some good if it was Daddy, but she didn't care about Stanton. She guessed that was a positive. Mostly she didn't want Stanton near her. Not caring was a step up for him in her estimation. "Emily is just sensitive in her ass," Bill was saying. "Some people are more and some less. It just is." "Well then I'm happy for her," Cindy said, not sounding happy. "I think she likes me more than the kid, but not the same way and it isn't affection that makes her ass tingle," Bill said. "I see you've given it a lot of thought," Cindy said. "Well, yeah. It's interesting. Human nature," Bill said. "Emily has compartments. She thinks I'm neat and it's partly a status thing." "Good to see you're not conceited over it," Cindy sniped. "I'm not. That's honest. That's my compartment. But for long-term over-the-road fucking, she wants Stanton. That's his compartment," Bill held forth. "I just commented you made her cum fucking her ass," Cindy said. "I can do yours just the same way and see if you like it," Bill threatened. "No. You're a dirty old pervert who fucks his daughter and I get to say what you do," Cindy maintained. Cindy nearly missed Daddy's blink when her words landed with such accuracy. That was when she realized what had made him blink. He did fuck his daughter. Was that dirty and perverted? "I say we hug," she said, holding out her arms to rush past the awkward spot. Of course the interlocking feature of their anatomies came into play when they hugged. Cindy scooted down in Daddy's arms until she was perched over and then self-impaled on his cock. With her encouragement, Daddy began to sway his hips to expand the motion she had begun. It was normal as a hug, Cindy thought as she felt Daddy move inside her. If felt just as normal and reassuring. And it got so much better than a hug as they squirmed to a conclusion. She urged Daddy faster. He didn't have to dawdle. It didn't take much of Daddy's cock driving into her to make her happy. His excitement as he gave in and let his urges drive him always excited her. Just that he was going to cum in her was enough to make her cum. "You haven't said a word about last night. Why?" Emily challenged Cindy. "Because I decided it's all right for Stanton to fuck my ass so you can get off being ass-fucked," Cindy said. "Still a dirty trick, but friendship is thicker than Stanton's dick." "Is that what I meant?" Emily asked. "Why? Don't you know?" Cindy snickered. "Okay, maybe I was over-sensitive but it felt close to the bone," Emily said. "Taking Chinese? What the fuck do you mean?" Cindy asked. "Why did you flinch when I called you a dirty old pervert that fucks his daughter, Daddy?" Cindy asks as a consequence of the conversation with Emily. "Do you think you're a dirty pervert?" "Oh no, honey, I'm beyond that," Bill said. "I've got to: it might not be right, but it isn't *that* wrong." "So you don't want to stop?" Cindy asked. "Stop? Why stop? Who ever said stop? I've always said I'll be here for you," Bill said. "But the other boys..." Cindy said with a puppy look. "Plus, in addition, more - that's what it is," Bill said. "Why should you waste any opportunity? Look at Emily. That's Emily. Why are you so dead set against looking at anyone else." "She'd like that," Cindy said automatically. "Emily?" Bill was mystified. Small A-Bomb of light going off in Cindy's head. She knew what she meant. She didn't know it was so near the surface, clawing to get out. "No. It's just occurred to me," Cindy said too casually. "I mean, if there was a boy, mother would try to work on him to get me away." "First, there's the problem of no boy, and second, it makes no sense," Bill said and waited for Cindy to prompt him with a roll of her hand to go on. "Why would a boy want you to move away? He'd want you here." "It's just she'd do anything," Cindy took another step too far. "Hmmmm," Bill mused. "What?" Cindy questioned him. "For you to figure out. Now, I want you to drop your skirt to the floor, panties to the knees, and bend over the sofa," Bill passed over her question to give Cindy directions Cindy was positively neutral on this stuff. Daddy was just going to look at her ass and how her pussy stuck out and nothing else. It was a night without Emily and Stanton and she wanted more. To perfectly balance that desire, pleasure delayed was pleasure magnified after Daddy had stared at her ass for a while. And it didn't take much effort to bend over the sofa. Cindy took the pause to ponder, not too closely, weirdness of recent events. It was all mixed up, ha-ha, in-joke spin on the real deal. That was the point. To present normality as the oddest deviation. There was a stick in that crick. Their presentation had to be believed to be accepted, so it had to be typical. That was the presentation as deviation, not the normality. Which, called the normality into question. It was Cindy logic, not like Earth logic. This logic still arrived at the proposition their play had validity and not as a farce. It was stupid. Cindy used standard rejection number three. If it was true, that meant her butt was the target of Daddy's moral indignation. That was stupid. He hadn't started it. She had. Figuring out it was her own indignation took almost as long as she was assigned to her position. Her thoughts had lost focus and drifted. She was wandering back toward thinking when she remembered starting it with Daddy. The part that rang out the clearest was her telling Daddy that they didn't need mom. Cindy remembered how she felt when she said it. She was scared and she was deserted. It was a statement of purpose against both dreads. She was angry for being fearful, for being forced to feel unsafe. She hated mommy with a blind rage and wanted to strike out at something of hers, take something of hers away. Cindy was guiding a bit much at the end. While it might be at the root of a lot of feelings, Cindy was not aware of the rage as far as she remembered. But it answered questions. "I know everything," Cindy told Daddy. "Then let me confess, Barnaby Jones," Bill chuckled. "And it doesn't make a difference," Cindy said. "So I'm trying to punish mom by fucking you, who cares? I like fucking you. And she deserves it." "Just like you deserve more opportunities," Bill said. "Well, okay, sure, but I think I should handle that," Cindy said. "Hey - before I just insisted you do it," Bill said. "I didn't tell you how." "No shock I've finally caved?" Cindy was resentful. "You're too smart to be dumb forever," Bill said meaninglessly. "Well, anyway, I think I'm going to recruit Emily for an adventure," Cindy said. "You two make a cute couple," Bill teased. ###