Chapter 3

Nell met me at the door late next afternoon. Her lips didn't move, but her eyes told me that something was up.

"I've been thinking all day, Nell," I said.

"What will you do?"

"I didn't tell you, did I?"

She blinked. "Tell me what?"

"About my talk with Vic."

"I suppose he denied everything?"

"Not exactly." I shrugged. "He just said Lissa and he got 'carried away.' "

"Meaning sex, of course?"

"What else, Nell?"

"What will you do?"

"I'm going to see his father."

"Be careful, Wade, and don't get mad."

I took a deep breath. "You talk to Lissa?"

"Why me, Wade?"

"It's woman talk," I said.

"And man talk between you and Elza Miles?"

"Yes, we can talk plain."

"Can he control Vic?"

"'I doubt it, but— Where's Lissa now?"

"She went swimming with Vic to Willow Springs. They left early, should be back most any time."

"That does it!" I exclaimed. "Swimming in a bikini. They'll be screwing before they get home."

Nell sighed, looked away. "Vic acted queer today."

"And Lissa?"

"Chewing her lip," Nell said. "Vic and she had their heads together, almost whispering. What do you think?"

"I don't know, Nell," I said, frowning. "But set me out a bite. I've got to hurry back to the office." "Tonight?"

"Sure," I said, wearily. "Elza works late, maybe that's why he's the boss."

"And the fact that he's a big stockholder in Atlas."

So Lissa was biting her lip? I thought. Somebody must have talked out of turn. Had Vic told her about my heated words in the booth?

The squeal of tires on the street in front of the house broke into my thoughts. A headlight flashed through the window, hurting my eyes. I heard a car door slam, and a moment later, the slap of tennis shoes in the hall.

"They're home," Nell said, coming up behind me.

"Lissa is, yes, but look at those headlights jerking around into the street!"

"Heavens!" Nell gasped. "He'll kill himself, or somebody else."

I turned my head. Lissa stood there, her green eyes flashing, a bit bloodshot from being in the water. Her lips were tight.

"You went for him, Dad. You hate my boy friends. Why?"

Nell walked to her, taking her beach bag and towel. "Lissa, no."

Lissa stamped her foot. "I don't care. Dad has no right to abuse Vic. And how do you think I feel?"

Nell put her hands on Lissa's shoulders. "Your father is only trying to protect you, dear."

Lissa flung herself on the couch and buried her head in her arms. "You treat me like a child," she sobbed, then sat up.

"Dad, can't you realize I'm grown up?" Her face was a mask of anger. "I can handle myself. Mamma has told me how you chew your nails all the time, fearing I'll grow up, doing the things you did."

My nerves jumped. I faced my wife.

"Nell, you didn't!"

Lissa's voice crackled, "Sure she did! Why not? I'm glad she told me. The only thing you're hot about is protecting your own image. But what about mine?"

"I love you, Lissa."

Her eyes glittered. "Of course you do. You have to. I'm your own flesh and blood. It follows. I'm not warped."

"Here, you two!" Nell came between us. "Let's cool off before somebody says something they'll be sorry for."

I was beginning to lose my temper. I faced my wife.

"You keep out of this, Nell. I've heard about enough out of Lissa."

Nell stepped back, her eyes clouding. Then she started sobbing and hurried up the stairs.

Lissa's face reddened. "Now you've hurt Mamma's feelings, too. Let's face it, Dad. Vic and I are crazy for each other. Okay, so we're having sex. Who isn't? I know you and Mamma are, plenty. Oh, I hear all those moanings and mushy talk when I come upstairs to the bathroom at night." She gave me a long hard look. "Anyway, Vic and I are planning to get married."

"Plans don't always work out, Lissa."

"Relax, Dad. You might as well," her words shot out. "Vic and I are going to keep loving each other, no matter what!"

"Unless I put a stop to it."

"Oh, no!" She shook her head stiffly. "If we have to, we'll meet on the QT, and you or anybody else can't stop us."

Turning away, she raced up the stairs. I heard her bedroom door slam.

I went to the foot of the stairs and called to Nell. No answer. She was fed up and peeved at me, and that meant no more jollies in bed till she snapped out of it. All right. I had to have my nooky, even if I was a hypocrite in trying to make Lissa lay off sex with Vic. Let Nell sulk if she must.

There was Fawn Tirawa, a steno in our office. She had some Indian blood, and I'd heard she was descended from an Indian father and a white mother. Anyway, she was a hot number. She'd been rotating her ass at me and showing her titties for some time. I knew all I had to do was to say the word. And I said it the next day on our coffee break.

"Wifie holding out on you?" she'd kidded. "No problem. I've been watching that wad in front of your pants for a long time."

"You don't have to watch it through my pants, baby," I'd told her.

I was hot under the collar, but a bit horny too, thinking of Fawn. She was a tall, slender gal, with titties that fairly squealed behind her tight bra when she wore one. And she smelled good and sexy. Her perfume always seemed to say "Howdy!" to my cock. The old monster would start bowing and scraping when I'd smell the enticing stuff. Fawn had big soft eyes, black as midnight, with large whites that lighted up when she flicked them in my direction. She sometimes wore a black beehive wig that made her seem taller and more attractive.

I knew she had an apartment on the east side of town. I was walking, taking it easy, giving me time to calm down before I got to her place. The air was warm, the sky a deep dark, and a full moon was just peeping over the treetops. Not an astronaut in sight. It certainly was romantic, but I didn't need that. I had a terrific hard-on, and I wanted to get even with Nell for giving me the standoff.

It was easy to find Fawn. Her address was listed on our office bulletin board. Her parents lived up the line about a hundred miles. But could she really afford an apartment unless she was screwing for pay? That idea almost wilted my old monster.

Her apartment was on the ground floor of an old brick building. I smelled meat cooking. But I wasn't hungry, not my belly, anyway. Her door was open and I walked up the worn steps, watching her get up to meet me.

"I just knew it, Mister Excell," she said, smiling. "I knew you'd come sooner or later. I just felt it you know where."

"Hello, Fawn," I greeted her. "Getting warm tonight."

She chuckled and tugged at her pink slacks. "It's more than warm," she said. "It's hot, if you get me."

I grinned. "I couldn't miss, honey. Mine is hot, too. I suggest we do something about all this heat."

"Sure, why not, Wade, if you don't mind my calling you by your first name."

"I don't mind, baby, not at all. Call me anything you like, just so we get this heat wave cooled off."

"Come here, big man, let's get started."

I did, and after bolting the door, she put her arms about my neck and hugged me till I fought for breath. But fucking for pay? Shame on me for such a thought. She was no chippy. She was fresh and sweet, clean as a church song.

I kissed her furiously, twin pulses hammering in my temples. My legs felt weak from desire. How we got undressed I'll never know, but we did quickly and rolled onto Fawn's comfortable bed. Our lips melted in another luscious, lingering kiss, and her long, brown fingers wrapped themselves around my old monster. She spidered my balls, and my trembling fingers clutched her firm, enticing ass. Her hand started working up and down the eight inches of my cock.

"Jesus, man!" she muttered, "what a prick! It'll hurt like sin, won't it?"

"Only for a second, baby, then you'll be humping for joy."

I was about to give the bed a paste job. She sensed it and removed her hand.

"Don't waste it, Wade!" she cried. "I want it, every drop. I want you to knock me up, get me a baby boy with blue eyes like yours. I don't want him to look one bit like an Indian."

"You . . . mean . . . you . . ."

"Yes, big man, I do. And I'll never tell who the daddy is. Please, Wade!"

Brother, she wasn't fooling. She really wanted a kid off my vine. Well, why not?

Now she was moaning and writhing, begging me to ram it in. My fingers spidered the sleek black curls, jealously hiding the ruby lips of her enticing pussy.

"Wade, Wade," she murmured, "let's do it. I love you, Daddy. And don't lose a drop of your come."

"Don't worry, baby," I said. "I've got oodles of it. I'll fill that cunt of yours to the brim."

Her lips melted into mine, then she said, "I'll have it sewed up tight and not remove the stitches till baby's ready to pop out."

I couldn't keep from chuckling. Man, this gal was really intent on grabbing a kid from my private stock.

Quickly, she pressed my hard, stiff prong against her delectable pussy. For a long moment I didn't move, savoring the thrill of the touch. Then, furiously, she jerked her pelvis up, up, up, and yelped as my old monster started its trip down. Her pussy was tight as a glove two sizes too small. Damn! I couldn't help wondering if this wasn't her first screw, yet she talked like she knew the score.

I strained her to me. I felt the hot lips of her pussy begin to clutch at my throbbing erection. My hand moved down to her superb buttocks, and I thrust my old monster in till I felt my balls kiss her ass. She gasped and flinched a bit, then her arms closed about my neck and her pretty white teeth nipped my throat. Her brown knees looked at the ceiling, then her trim thighs locked around my back.

"Wade, Wade," she moaned, "it did hurt a little at first, but now it's wonderful. Oh . . . oh . .. it's thrilling me. I can't—"

"Don't try, baby," I said, "don't try. Just work with me and let joy be unconfined."

Her legs were quivering now and her pretty face was pale and set. She was biting her lower lip and moaning. Then she started squirming and jerking wildly as the moment loomed. And then together we enjoyed a breathtaking, thrilling orgasm.

"Stay with me, Wade," she begged. "I mustn't lose a drop of your wonderful cream."

Man alive, this little Indian gal really wanted a kid and had picked me for its daddy. But what would she do with it, if she got it? Probably just love it and fight to keep it if she had to. But she'd never get it from me. I was sure of that, because I'd had a vasectomy after Lissa was delivered by a Caesarean. I didn't want Nell to have to go through such butchering again. Doc Chase had assured me the operation wouldn't weaken my sexual powers, and brother, it hadn't!

Now Fawn reached down and felt my whacker. Her breath quickened. "You're getting hard again, Wade," she murmured. "Please give me some more of that precious—"

"Yeah, baby, I know."

I found her left boob with my lips and tried to take it entirely into my mouth, but it was too big and firm. I spidered her other boob with my trembling fingers. She clutched my head and kissed me passionately. I knew she wasn't hurting now, and she was almost frantic with desire. She laved my mouth and cheeks, then thrust her sweet tongue into my mouth and spanked mine. Then she started a rocking motion and I matched her every movement.

I asked myself, Wade, you old cheater, are all brown-skinned gals good? Don't be a fool, you fool! They're tops.

Our rocking movement quickened, and my prong and seeds vibrated and heated till they seemed ready to catch on fire. After all, was Fawn really versed in the art of fucking? Maybe not, but the restive muscles, eight inches deep in her pussy, were setting me wild, clutching and manipulating the head of my old monster.

A familiar sensation arose in my balls and flashed toward the end of my cock. It grew stronger and more thrilling till I feared I'd kick off into convulsions. But, happily, I felt my whacker start spurting my stuff into Fawn's den, and together we came.

"Wade, honey," Fawn murmured, "I can feel that wonderful cream. Now pull out easy and let me save it all."

Well, I was never one to argue with a freshly fucked female, so I obeyed her and relaxed like a well-screwed jackass and let Fawn do her stuff.

With apologies to my wife, I have to admit that Fawn was the best piece of tail I'd ever had.