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.
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