Chapter 1

Here I am in the hospital still wondering what hit me. Oh, I know what hit me, all right, but I'm still not sure whether it's a dream or whether what had to be the world's biggest orgy really took place in my neighborhood.

So just as I'm starting to come out of it in walks Jim and his wife, come to visit me in my sickbed and already Stella is starting to give me the eye. I'm not bragging; I know by now when a broad wants to get into my pants. God, how I know. Never before in my life have I been fucked so many times in a period of just a few days, not even when I was in the Army at Fort Leonard Wood and we had a bunch of University of Missouri coeds on the string.

Jim is talking to me about the plant and how my pay will go on while I'm laid up-laid up, that's a hot one-and I'm pretending to listen while Stella, Jim's wife, keeps roaming her eyes up and down the sheet on my bed. I have no more chance of getting a hard-on now than a marshamallow statue of Carrie Nation.

I was doing pretty good a few days ago, until something just up and died inside my balls and now I'm here for a battery charge. The doctor told me if I'd had one more orgasm it would have been pure blood. There wasn't any sperm left.

I kept on trying to listen to old Jim, but Stella won't turn it off. She keeps herself a step behind Jim so he can't see what she's pulling. I just wish to hell they'd both go away so I could sleep for another fifteen hours. That's how long I was out after they dropped me into this private room.

I don't know exactly what day it all started, but I sure as hell can remember the time of day. It was the afternoon Jim told me to shove off from Peerless Casting a couple of hours early, after I'd finished a dirty job at the bottom of a drilling shaft out in the boondocks.

It felt good to come home while almost all the other guys on the block were still at work. We live in a pretty nice neighborhood, if I do say so, with some good-size houses. Ours is a two-story with plenty of yard, plenty of bedrooms and baths and a tiny pool I put in myself a couple of years ago.

Anyhow, I parked the Dart at the curb because I thought I might run down to the deli later for some of that good pasta with sauce and a bottle of red wine. I could eat a ton of it, except Peggy keeps dinging at me about not getting fat. So far I have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm forty and I have the build of a split end.

It all began when I came up the walk and opened the front door without a sound.... I wasn't trying to sneak up on anybody, but I figured that there was no use calling out Peggy was downtown because this was her regular day out for lunch and some shopping center that would grab at her credit cards. John was at school and I figured Cherry was too, even though her class schedule is pretty well cut up. She's in her last year.

I guess Norman must have left his old heap at home and walked over to get at her. He must not have wanted to let anybody see it at the curb, but he made a mistake. Better for us all if I'd seen his car and then, at least, I would have been careful to make a lot of noise.

Anyhow, I got inside the door and, for some reason, I closed it softly. I guess I was enjoying listening to the silence. I've got a damned good job as a tool-maker-more than three hundred iron men a week- but it's usually noisy at the plant. A big empty quiet house was going to be a treat

I took several steps along the entry hall and into the central corridor before I heard them. They must have been in the kitchen because I heard a wooden chair scrape on the lineoleum floor. Then I saw them and it was too late to make a sound to warn them. I saw too god damned much with my first glance.

Norman had her against the sink and Cherry was all red in the face, her eyes were glassy and she was panting just like a dog. Under her blouse I could see her breasts jumping up and down as if the punk were hitting her with an electric charge. Norman is just a twerp, a hundred-and-thirty-five-pound weakling, even if he is a freshman at City College. There's a concave depression where his chest ought to be and pimples where his face ought to be. Until now I never knew what Cherry saw in him, but I suppose all fathers think their daughters' boy friends aren't good enough.

Well, this kid had his cock out and, while it wasn't the biggest one I'd ever seen, it looked like a chunk of cement. It was pointing straight up at her belly and Cherry was leaning back against the sink as hard as she could. She couldn't get far away because the edge of the sink was hitting her right across the cheeks of her ass and the farther she leaned back the more her twat was thrust forward.

Norman had her by the shoulders and he was whispering to her and she kept shaking her head. Even so, I knew she wasn't trying very hard to get away. I'd been out with too many teasers in my day not to know when a pussy really wanted it

He slid his hands down the front of her blouse and fastened his fingers on her knockers. Now, Cherry is a very stacked young girl, probably the queen of her high-school class, in the body department. She's a couple of inches taller than her mother, with a thin waist you wouldn't believe, but she blossoms like hell above and below the waist

Right about the time he grabbed her tits I should have backed away and dropped an anvil on the floor, I suppose, but I felt my own rod get hard-just like that. It stiffened up as though I'd pulled a trigger some place. Man, I was getting my kicks just watching, even if it does sound weird.

Norman was kneading her breasts by now and Cherry was moaning. Her hands rested on his chest and then she was jerking the shirt out of his pants. He jerked her blouse clear and ripped open the buttons. All the while she acted she was afraid to look down at his cock. Like it was a snake and if she played dead it might go away. That snake wasn't going anywhere except where it wanted to be. He just let it all hang out, weaving back and forth, pointing up toward her chin at a forty-five-degree angle.

"God, if my dad should come ..

"It's early. He'll be at the shop another couple of hours, baby."

If that little bastard only knew!

He had Cherry's blouse spread aside by now and the brat wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her mother and I had lectured her a hundred times about that, but she still took the thing off when she got out of sight of the house on her way to school.

My cock got harder and lifted another inch or two at the sight of her knockers. They really were lovely things, all full and white with tips of fire that pointed right at the punk's chest. He leaned back to look at them and his dork came forward to press against her belly. It was standing straight up like a telephone pole and, once again, I had to take my hat off to little Norman-everything he ate must have gone straight to his prick.

The thing was between them like a fence post and even though it wasn't pointed straight into Cherry's gut she must have been on fire just from the feel of that knob. It was turning a darker color as Norman heated up and the end was beginning to shine as his lubricant began to spill out.

I put my hand in my suit pocket and grabbed for my cock. It wasn't doing badly, if I do say so, and I was proud of its firmness and heft. My fingers wrapped around my head and without thinking I began a slow pumping. Right away I realized that wouldn't do or I'd be filling my crotch with come. And Peggy had just gotten my suit back from the cleaners.

Norman's hands slipped up Cherry's belly and her little tummy was heaving in and out. Even her button was shining as her excitement filled it with sweat. He eased his hands just under her breasts and then he lifted them. I was as surprised as Cherry when he dropped his face and kissed her right on the left nipple.

"Oh, my God!"

His head came up and he smiled into her face. The son of a bitch. I hoped his acne wouldn't spread to my daughter's boobies. "Didn't you like that?"

"Oh, God, like it?"

"So you love it"

"Yes."

The two of them sounded like a Hemingway love scene. The next thing I knew he'd be calling her Rabbit and he would become Robert as they slipped into a sleeping bag. About then I realized it was up to me to decide how far they'd be allowed to go. Hell, I didn't want to be square, but she was my daughter. Still, if she were going to put out I suppose I preferred that it to be Norman. At least I knew where to find him if she got knocked up.

He cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed. The nipple looked like a cherry that might pop out of its skin at any instant. Then he had a grip on her other breast and he was squeezing harder.

"Ouch. Take it easy. Those aren't green oranges, you know. I have feelings."

"So have I, baby."

She sighed as though it was her role to take any pain he wanted to dish out and then she locked her fingers at the back of his neck. "I'm so helpless."

"Solid," he muttered as he planted a kiss on her other nipple. "You're a very solid person, Cherry."

"Don't make so much noise. If dad drives in we want to be sure we hear the car."

I blinked at that, but I kept my mouth shut. I was getting too much of a kick out of the scene to spoil it now. I grabbed the knob of my prick and felt its heat. It was jumping around inside my shorts like a caged tiger and I knew it would need to be let out before the day was over. But I didn't know who it wanted to attack.

Norman was still massaging Cherry's boobs and I began to get impatient, wondering how long he was going to fool around before he worked his way to the final act. Her head was still rolling and her eyelids were fluttering, but I got the feeling that she was wondering the same thing.

He was back to kissing her nipples when her head came up and she was staring down into his hair. There was a faint line between her eyes before she gently grasped his ears and pulled his head away.

"Sweetie, you're driving me crazy, but we've got to get going. You dig?"

"Sure," he gulped.

His fingers returned to her belly and then they fumbled their way to her hip. I could hear the zing of the zipper like it was a burp gun and her tight skirt peeled away from her lower belly. His hands were right there, massaging the lower curve. At least she was lady like enough to have pants on, I noted with belated satisfaction.

But she wasn't ladylike enough to play any more games with her adolescent boy friend. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and went directly for his cock. She grasped it in her fingers while Norman gasped like a spavined horse. Her fingers just barely encircled the end, it was so large, but she got a firm grip and pumped the thing several times. I thought I might go off in my shorts before Norman did, I was getting so damned steamed up.

"You're going to come?" she teased, arching her eyebrows and tucking the tip of her tongue in the corner of her lips.

"I am if you keep fooling around!"

"I don't want to spoil everything by having you shoot your wad too soon."

"Then lay off."

"All right, but you've got to get going." "Well, all right."

Norman was annoyed at Cherry's insults, but he was hotter than he was mad, so it didn't make any difference. He wasn't going anywhere but into my daughter's pussy

She let go of his cock and he began jerking at the waistband of her skirt. It slipped over her hips and dropped to her ankles. She was wearing pink panties that were very sheer; I could see her blond cunt hairs right through the crotch material.

Norman saw them too, and he licked his lips. "Jesus Christ!"

"Please leave Him out of this." "God, have you got a body." "It's to be used, Norman, not just looked at." She began to fumble with his belt and I could hear the metal buckle clank as she ripped it open. Again a zipper hissed and his jeans were peeled away from his flanks. She hooked her thumbs in belt loops at his hips and pulled down. The jeans dropped and with them went his shorts. God, but that kid was hung! He had a cock that looked like a Long Tom cannon and its base was secured by a nest of stringy hair and a set of balls that were puffed up like twin cobras about to strike.

Cherry said something that indicated she was also impressed and he puffed out his chest,

"Stop preening and fuck me, you idiot," she hissed.

Norman pawed her pants to her knees and she lifted her knee to step out of them. The knee caught him in the crotch and he howled in pain.

"Shut up. They'll hear you next door. That horny Mrs. Spelling will be over here to get her share."

"You de-balled me!"

"I did not You're as hard as ever. Come on, let's get into the saddle."

It occurred to me that Cherry knew the glossary of sex and, apparently, she had experience to back it up. This was distressing, but not as distressing as the fact that the sight of my own daughter's pussy was bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. Who was worse, she or I?

Norman was fumbling at her crotch, still making small whimpering sounds as he stuck his forefingers into her lips and spread them. The blond nest was a beautiful thing, the hairs glistening with her excitement, the pink lips underneath slowly exposed as he parted her forest.

"Oh, God ..."

He leaned forward and the reddish purple knob planted itself into her nest. He pushed hard and the cock bent and then snapped out straight.

"Lower, Norman. Can't you tell you're missing?"

The kid bent his knees and thrust up. He caught her right on target and I watched half of the knob plant itself between her puffy, dripping lips. He pushed again and Cherry made a sighing sound. Then he had three or four inches in with a long way to go.

"Jesus, Cherry! Jesus!"

"You pimply faced son of a bitch!" she rasped. "You're about to come, aren't you?"

"I can't help myself! You've got me on fire!" "Fuck you, you prick!"

Her oaths did no good. I watched the boy's shanks swell and then ripple like a mountain in an earthquake. Then he was giving a final pump with his bony hips. I swear I could hear the hiss of his boiling seed as it surged into her cunt. He was grinning like a fool, grinning so widely a pimple at the corner of his mouth burst right into Cherry's face.

Then I could hear Cherry's wail of despair.