Chapter 2
Cherry was slumped over the sink, her hips still shoving forward, but it was no good. Norman had shot his bolt and I could sense the softening of his cock as he panted over her and a bead of sweat dropped from his chin to her left breast
But Cherry was far from finished. She hadn't even started and superman had had it. She looked him in the eye and her look shot darts. Then his prick slipped from her and the shining thing hung like an oily rope between his legs. It was still impressive in size, but I knew he wouldn't be able to firm it up again for some time.
I pulled back and left them standing that way, Cherry disillusioned, Norman tired. A dribble of his come oozed from his knob and dropped on her thigh, running down her milky leg as I got out of sight I crept back into the hall, trying to hold my panting down. God, but I was hot! I felt like a bastard watching their one-act play, but what the hell-it was my house and the little bastard had no business fucking my daughter. Still, I needed help in the worst way and I didn't know when Peggy was due home from her shopping trip. I wished to hell she'd walk in the door right away so I could hustle her upstairs.
I retreated all the way to the front door and there I opened it a few inches and then let it slam with enough noise to be heard in the kitchen. I shoved my cock down hard so I wouldn't pole vault across the hall and then I called out, "Hello. I'm home."
There was a brief scraping and scuffling in the kitchen.
"Daddy," Cherry called. "You're early." She seemed to be accusing me.
"The boss gave me some time off for good behavior," I called back, laughing.
I went through a lot of ceremony stretching and then leafing through the day's mail on the little -table just inside the door. There wasn't anything except the gas bill and a bunch of ads for furniture, clock radios and cemetery plots. I didn't need any of these things, but I took my time. I carried the pile into the den, dropping the ads into the wastebasket and the gas bill on my desk.
At last I headed toward the kitchen. I made as much noise as I could, listening all the while. "What's going on around here? Oh, hello, Norman."
They had pulled apart and were buttoned and zipped up so that they looked almost normal There were a few come stains on the kid's fly and Cherry's skirt was somewhat rumpled, but they'd put it all back together. Norman was flushed, but not half as red as Cherry. She was still panting and I knew she needed help.
"Hello, Mr. White," Norman muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Uh, Cherry and I were going to have a Fresca."
"Yes, Dad," Cherry said uselessly, "a Fresca."
I smiled into their innocent faces. "Yes, a Fresca in the kitchen. Two Frescas in the kitchen, no doubt."
They nodded like obedient puppets, but I could tell that they were frightened and afraid I might be guessing at the truth. They licked their lips and looked at one another. It was Cherry who made the first move.
"Norman, I just remembered. I have that English test in the morning. And you know how mean Mr. Coleman can be with his trick questions. Why don't you go on home so I can get some studying in before dinner?"
"Uh, okay, Cher. So long." He blinked at me as he got on his mark. "See you, Mr. White." "Bight, Norman."
I felt the breeze as he swished past me and a split second later the front door thudded. I kept my eyes on Cherry and she stared right back at me. My gaze dropped to her boobs, which were still' slipping up and down like twin volcanoes about to erupt. Below her hips seemed to be quivering and I knew she'd missed her orgasm in the worst way.
"I didn't see his car."
"We walked from his house."
"I see. Um, this is your mother's day out and I suppose John's still at school?"
She nodded and at that instant the telephone rang in the front hall. Cherry didn't move, so I did. I had to get out of there long enough to shove my cock back inside my shorts. It kept creeping out and ramming against my zipper.
It was Peggy. "Jack, I'm still downtown and I think m go over to Mother's for dinner. She seemed lonesome on the phone this morning. And John said something about going to a friend's house after school, so I don't know when you'll see him. Will you and Cherry get along all right if you're on your own for dinner?"
I nodded at the phone. "Sure." "Tell her there's a casserole in the refrigerator and she should cut up some lettuce. The salad dressing's in the cooler."
"We won't starve." My cock was slipping out of my shorts again and I must have made some strange sound of complaint "What was that?" "What was what?" "I heard a noise. Are you all right?" "Yes, fine. I just farted."
"Oh, Jack" she chided. "I found the most wondeful bargain at Sears. Four placemats for a dollar ninety-five. All red and yellow flowers." "Wonderful."
"Yes, I can sense your excitement, darling. See you this evening, all right?" "Okay, honey."
As you can tell, Peggy and I get along fine. We both enjoy our sex and I guess we're lucky that way A lot of guys at work tell me their wives hold out on them and all that crap. I figure when a woman use her pussy as a weapon, it means she really doesn't like to fuck, except to reward her man. Peggy likes it as much as I do.
The trouble was, at that moment I wanted a piece of ass from somebody and my wife wasn't coming home for several hours. I wasn't going to pull any kid stunt like running upstairs for a hand job. I'm too old for that
I went back into the kitchen where Cherry was pouring her Fresca into a glass. The glass filled and she handed me the can. I finished the last few swallows, folded the aluminum in my fist and dropped it into the trash bag under the sink.
"What's between you and Norman?"
"Nothing."
She was looking at me with big eyes as she sipped from the glass. She was still leaning against the sink, right in the spot where that little son of a bitch had been throwing the blocks to her. I was getting pretty sore about it and I wondered if I were jealous.
I looked her up and down. Her knockers were still swollen under that blouse and the brassiere she'd produced which she barely had time to snap in place. The wrinkles were falling from her skirt, but it was still rammed into her Y and I could see a vague stain where she was secreting juices into it She hadn't come and her motor wouldn't turn off. She probably was wishing I'd get the hell out of there so she could call Norman back into action.
"What were you doing out here?".
Still with the doe eyes, "Nothing."
"Nothing? Come on, a girl like you and a boy like Norman don't do 'nothing' when they're in an empty house. Was he making out with you?"
"Daddy!" She still knew how to flush, but it was probably shock because I'd never discussed screwing with my daughter before.
"I think you'd better get upstairs and take a cold shower. The sweat's still sticking to your upper lip."
She looked as though she were ready to cry, but she was anxious enough for an excuse to run. She brushed past me and I could smell her-perfume mingled with animal secretions. I looked after her and then I picked up her glass and took it into the den. Frankly, I had a hell of a time killing fifteen minutes before I went upstairs after her.
I stood in the doorway and watched her come out of the bath. She was wearing a heavy, fluffy white robe tied firmly at her waist and she rubbed the back of her neck with a huge white towel. The place smelled of hot water and bath oil and I was excited as hell.
I don't know how well I've described my daughter, but she's blond like her mother, only more so because, of course, she's twenty years younger. She's built like Marilyn Monroe with some of the fat carved away and her hair is just about the same color. When she walks the cheeks of her ass twitch and her legs are long and straight. She's taller than Peggy.
"I want to know." My voice sounded much more ominous than I'd intended and immediately her eyes filled with tears of anger, frustration and fear.
"All right," she spat. "We were having a little fun, if you must know. I thought I was old enough not to be treated like a child."
She ran to the bed and threw herself face down, the robe riding up the backs of her thighs to an inch below her crotch. I might have been able to see a few blond cunt hairs, but I wasn't certain. It didn't matter, because the thought of that body was driving me crazy.
"He was banging you, Cherry. Why don't you quit lying and admit it?"
She turned her head to look at me and the twist of her body lifted the robe most of that final inch. "Would it make you happy if I told you the whole story?"
I went to the edge of the bed. "You don't need to. You asked him here for a Fresca, he touched you somewhere along the way and the next thing you knew he was shoving it into you."
She nodded and her ironed hair fell across her face. "Not doing a very good job of it, I might add."
"So I saw."
She frowned. "You saw?"
"You're still in heat, aren't you? It doesn't take an expert to know when a woman's been denied her orgasm. You're hotter than your mother, and I really didn't think she could be topped in that department."
I sat down on the side of the bed and my weight made her half-roll against me. Before I knew what was happening I was stroking the backs of her legs, trying to do a fatherly job of spreading comfort.
"Take it easy. Norman's just a kid, even though he did have banging on his mind when you came in here."
"How do you know that?"
"Because he left his car home so the neighborhood wouldn't wonder what he was doing in here so long in the middle of the day. He's got a terrific cock, though. I'll say that for him."
Cherry gasped and my hand slid above her knees. "You saw quite a ..."
"Quite a lot, yes."
I rubbed her thighs and she shut up for a while. At first she seemed to calm down, land of like a purring cat, but then she rested her face in her arms and began to arch her back. Her ass was coming up off the bed, too, and I realized that her juices were getting back into gear.
"You like that?"
Her blond head nodded. "I like it a lot." "It isn't right, you know."
"I don't care. Do you know what Norman did to me?"
"Sure, but that doesn't mean that I..."
"Aren't you as much a man as he?"
That was a red flag to me, brother, and before I knew what was happening I had my hands on her ass and I was digging into the firm muscles. I mauled he bottom good and it didn't make any difference any more that she was my daughter. To me, she was just another choice piece of tail.
"Oh, Dad."
"Shut up. Don't call me that."
My hands worked up her back and I could feel her tense muscles resist and then relax under my assault I kneaded her like she was a long lump of dough, although she'd turn out to be a lot sweeter than any loaf of bread ever baked.
At last I took her by the shoulders, rolling her to her back. I was kneeling over her by now, my knees jamming into her ribs as I peered down into her face. She was flushed and panting, almost as hot as when Norman had had his dork buried in her cunt
I clawed at the sash until I had the knot opened and then I flipped the robe wide. Jesus!
Her body was right there, like opening the lid on a chest of jewels. My own jewels were crying for attention then and she must have seen the throb in my crotch for she reached for me. I'd like to think she went for me more eagerly than she had gone for Norman, but I suppose it was because she was hotter than hell from her earlier frustration.
Her breasts were shining with her sweat, but it was a fine light film that served to make her glow. Her belly was sucking in and out like a bellows and I could see her ribs brought into sharp profile with each downward plunge of her bellybutton. Her cunt hairs were glistening and there were tiny droplets of sweat or body lubrication that she had secreted. These were hanging in her blond hairs as though she were raising fully trimmed Christmas trees.
"Come on, Dad!"
"Just enjoying the view."
She grabbed at my belt and whipped it open to the sharp slap of leather. Then the zipper made its unique sound and she was plunging her hands through the slit in my shorts. She groped around for a couple of seconds until she had her fingers down deep in my crotch. Then she cupped my balls and squeezed.
Well, I can tell you I damned near passed out right on top of her. She really knew how to roll my marbles inside their sac and she had me sizzling just like that Then she came higher until she was running a finger along the shank of my cock. Then her hands went around it and she really began to pump.
"Christ!"
"I know. You like it. Norman liked it too, but what did he do for me?" "I'll take care of you, young lady."
As she worked my pants to my knees and practically ripped the shorts from me, I cupped her breasts and turned my hands first one way and then the other, like her knockers were dials on a safe and I was looking Tor the right combination. I was close to opening her up, all right. I could hear the clicking of her tumblers as I came closer to getting inside to unlock her secrets.
"Oh, Dad ... Jack, I mean!"
"That's better, Cherry. Say, you re not a cherry any more, are you?"
"I haven't been since the ninth grade."
"God, my daughter, the sexpot."
I wormed my hands around her bellybutton and then I was pawing through her pussy hairs, parting them so that I was able to get a full view of her pink cunt. The outer lips were making waves like some creature under the sea and between them I could see her reddish depths trying to suck something inside her-my hands, my watch, my cock, anything to fill the aching void.
"Come on!"
I obliged, swinging her knees apart and dropping between them. I came down too hard and she grunted as our bellies slapped together. I eased off, because I'd damned near sprained my cock. Then I took aim and pressed my blue and dripping head through the hairs until I came against her outer lips. Cherry hadn't been banging all that much because she was still pretty small, or else I was a lot bigger than Norman.
I worked my hips back and forth until my head settled inside her. Then, balancing on knees and elbows, I gradually let myself sink into her crotch. The smell of her-perfume and body heat-was assailing my nostrils and I drank her into all my senses at once- smell, feel, taste, sight, anything you want to mention that's good, and I was experiencing it
She was trying to work her hips and I eased up a few inches, withdrawing some of my cock and then coming down hard again. I worked into a rhythm and she quickly got with it so that we made a harmonious team. Soon our hips were flying and I loved the slap of our thighs.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!"
Then she stopped as though she'd run into a brick wall and her body arched up into a steel bridge. She was quivering from blond hair to pink toes and her mouth was open, the spit drooling out the corners.
"I'm coming!"
"Very good," I replied, trying to keep my voice from quaking. "Very good, my darling daughter, because I'm coming too!"