Chapter 3
Hemingway used to write that the earth moved when he had his characters get their guns, but, brother, when I went off into Cherry's snatch I moved the entire universe. Don't be surprised that I read Hemingway. I told you, I'm only a toolmaker but that's by choice. I've got a better job than most college men and I use my income to enjoy some of the so-called finer things in life-like books.
Anyhow, I really poured the sperm into her like I was opening the flood gates on a boiling river. I shot spurt after spurt until I thought I'd start to come saliva, but eventually the stream dropped off. The tingling went on at the roots of my hairs and in my fingertips, however, and I kept on glowing for minute after minute.
Through all this Cherry kept her steel bridge drawn up and she was shuddering like a ship that had been torpedoed below the waterline. She was squealing and squirming, her nails digging into my back right through my shirt. She kept begging me to give it to her deeper but I was in to the hilt
She quaked and I could feel the ripples along the lining of her cunt She was using a thousand busy fingers to try to pull my dork out by the roots. The sweat beaded on her forehead and rolled down the sides of her face to the coverlet. Briefly I wondered if Peggy would see the mussed-up bed when she got home, but I didn't think about what she would think for long.
Cherry was jerking all over again and as the shocks ripped through her loins she even coaxed a few more drops out of me. I enjoyed the renewed thrill of pleasure as my balls convulsed and then turned dry. Cherry licked her lips and smiled up into my face. Her hands were linked loosely around my neck.
"You're the best daddy any girl ever had." I didn't want to smile, but I couldn't help myself. To hell with family discipline and morals. I was having too much fun and, if anybody was being hurt by all this, I couldn't imagine who it could be. "Wanton bitch." "You love me for it"
"Sure I do." I lowered my head and kissed one of the pink buds that Norman had been puckering over. The nipple was hard like wood. Cherry was still in heat. "But if your mother ever finds out..."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't tell on us ..."
"Hell, no, unless I were interested in breaking up our happy little home."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Little love nest, you mean."
I kissed her on the mouth and it was pretty good. I've kissed my daughter often over the years, but in recent times when we smacked it was always a cheek job. Now I loved the full cushion of her pink lips and the way the tip of her tongue came between them to roam around the ridges of my mouth. She was a talented young lady.
My head came up. "You want more."
"Sure I do."
"Somebody will come home, your mother or John. That would be a disaster of the first magnitude."
She shrugged and I watched her nipples bob. I kissed the other one. Yup, they were still made of wood. My nose buried itself between her knockers and I moved it slowly back and forth working my way up the side of each mound until I was sniffing her nipples.
"God, your hot breath. It makes me tingle all over again."
"You never stopped."
"No," she admitted. "Why don't you lie down and relax while I do my part, dear Father?"
I rolled from her, admitting to myself that my knees and elbows were getting tired. I lay on my back, looking at the light fixture in the center of the ceiling for several minutes. By my side Cherry was moving slowly, deliberately, and when I turned my head at last saw that she was naked. Her robe must have been deep-sixed to the floor on the other side of the bed
"Well, hello."
"Be still," she chided. "Don't talk like a cheap sailor."
"I was in the Army. You know that."
"How could I? I wasn't born yet."
That put me back in my place and I clamped my mouth shut, feeling as old as General Custer must have felt when he saw all those fucking Indians. Cherry snuggled against my hip as she rolled to her side and I felt her knees press and then her still-damp crotch. She fastened herself against me, her lips sucking on the side of my neck, her hand playing with the hairs on my chest.
"Norman doesn't have any hairs..."
"You said to shut up," I snapped, "so you shut up."
She did, but she didn't stop what she was doing. Her hand roamed my chest and went along my ribs, under my arms, up under my. chin and then she drew a line right down the middle to my belly. I've always been hot in the belly and her slowly circling palm was heating me up but good. She discovered my navel and made circles around it. Then she dropped into my wiry pubic hairs and pulled gently at them until I stirred in protest. So my daughter could tease a man, too.
She went lower and pretty soon her light and gentle touch was just above the base of my root. I had believed that I'd been drained, that everything would be dead for the next several hours, but she started a stirring. I could feel newly discovered juices begin to churn and then the knob actually lifted from the bed like the head of a weary snake.
"I'll be damned." My oath was breathed softly toward the ceiling, but she heard from under my ear.
"The old man lives," she chuckled.
I nodded and she turned her face enough so that she was able to kiss me right on the ear. Then her tongue came out and darted into the folds until I could hear her sloshing around in there like a ocean liner being launched.
Her hand dropped lower and tapped at the base of my cock, which was responding smartly by now. In fact, I had the distinct impression that it was pointing straight at the ceiling. She touched the stump and ran her finger around it, shivering at what I hoped was her thrill of pleasure at the circumference.
"Pretty good?"
She pulled her tongue out of my ear. "I've felt worse."
"How many?" "None of your business." "Like hell. I'm your..." "Must you bring that up?"
I clamped my mouth shut and at that instant she grabbed my knob and pulled hard. I gasped and grabbed out at her, my fingers digging directly into the purse of her crotch. I caught her hairs and lips squeezing until my fingers slipped free of her soggy pussy.
She was squirming good now, sitting up and peer ing down at my loins. "God, a flagpole. I'm proud to call you ..."
"Don't!"
She didn't, instead lowering her face to kiss me on the belly. I didn't dare allow myself to think what she might be leading up to doing, but I did feel the flush of hope wash over my crotch. God, those educated and beautiful lips on me! She gave me several kisses, even sticking her tongue into my navel and I began to fear I might go off too soon. And to think a few minutes before I'd been afraid I wouldn't be able to get my gun at all.
Her lips took the path that her fingers had taken, marching slowly into my pubic hairs and I welcomed her. She was on her knees, kneeling over my supine body, and I eased my hand around her hip to place it flat against her bottom. From there I pushed gently, shoving her face closer to my prick.
She gurgled her pleasure and then her mouth found the base of my cock. I reached under her to where her tight young breasts were pointed toward the bed. It wouldn't be right to say they were hanging-although they did remind me of ripe grapefruit on a tree-for they were too firm for that. But they were also full and I plucked at their red nipples.
She lifted her face, smiled under her armpit at me, and then she turned back to her work. God, how I loved the contours of her body! Her tight little ass was sticking out and I had to pat the curving cheeks. She gurgled, but she didn't leave her work again.
Her lips-those electric lips!-began their march up the side of my cock. At the same time her fingers walked around in my luggage, flicking over my balls, plucking at hairs until I wanted to cry out. Finally I had to cry out, but I tried to muffle it so Mrs. Spelling next door wouldn't hear.
She grinned back at me again. "So you're loving it."
"What the hell do you expect?"
"I expect to be your favorite child from now on."
"Granted; just keep doing what you're doing."
As her fingers rolled my marbles around inside their sac, her mouth reached my knob and she kissed the flange. I gasped and she kissed her way out onto the knob. It was turning blue from the strain and I knew I'd be shooting another load all over the bedroom. I felt a little proud about that.
Her lips parted a fraction of an inch and I held my breath, waiting for what I prayed was on the way Sure enough, in a few seconds the tip of her tongue touched me on the head. It inched along as slowly as a snail until it was poised right over the slit in the end of my pecker.
Then she kissed it and the tongue came out to take a first tentative lap. I stiffened as though somebody had shoved a two-twenty wire up my ass. She was gurgling again and I began to rub her bottom. I had to do something with my hands. I couldn't just lie there.
The pink pointed tongue worked around the little slit and then drilled into it. The lips were wider and could feel her strong young suction as she started to pull my head into her mouth. She had a long way to go and she was taking her time, so I continued exploring.
My hand roamed her ass and I went down between her legs. She was still a mess down there and even though I wormed into her pubic hairs, she didn't react particularly. She was enjoying herself, of course, but I had the feeling she wanted something else.
I went back to her ass and found the crack. She trembled when my hand slipped into it and I realized this was where the next attraction was going to be. I shoved a finger along her tight slit, enjoying the way the plump cheeks squeezed in against my wrist. She shuddered again.
"You like that, you weird bitch," I chuckled.
She mumbled something, unable to speak clearly because by now she had half of my head inside her mouth. Her tongue was still working me over all the while as her fingers gripped the base and held my staff in perfect position. She was like a diamond cutter in the careful way she addressed herself to her task.
She took another inch into her mouth until her lips were curling over my flange.
So I let my finger roam up and down the crack until I found the rosebud I was looking for. When I touched the little pink thing it snapped tightly closed like a flower that had been warned of an approaching storm.
I stroked it for a couple of minutes before it began to relax and, ever so slowly, the petals began to unfold. Soon she was loose again and I was able to wiggle the tip of my finger into the center of the flower. She was gasping, and in a sudden lurch she took a full inch of my cock into her mouth. She used up the flange and began to work on the rest of the shaft
If you've ever been blown, you know the feeling. If you haven't I'm hard put to describe the sensation for you. Just go out and get yourself a little, that's all.
As my shaft went deeper into Cherry's throat, my finger went deeper into her bung. I had it in past the first joint, then the second and then all the way. I swished it around in there, bumping into sluggish organs and other oozing things I'd just as soon not think about
"Go, sweetheart," I whispered. "I'm not going to be able to guarantee a clean job if you keep delaying."
She nodded and took another inch, and then another, swallowing with a loud sound. I figured she was close to choking as my knob raked across the roof of her mouth and into her throat. It would be like trying to swallow an orange without chewing, I imagined.
I kept on with the finger business and in a few seonds I could feel the shocks ripple through her. Her bung convulsed around my finger with almost enough strength to nip it off. She was coming and I felt shock after shock rack her hard.
Not long after that I got into the act. She took me as deeply as she could without gagging herself to death and when she swallowed her throat muscles wrapped themselves around my cock and massaged it in a way I'd never before felt. That was all she wrote, brother.
I began to go off and Cherry had to gulp like a desert prospector to keep up with me. She swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough and some gushed out around the seal of lips and cock. It ran down her chin and dribbled on the coverlet.
After that things got hazy. I must have become semiconscious because the room went gray and then began to turn slowly. I woke up a while later to see Cherry leaning over the bed with a damp washcloth. She was wiping the come from the bed. When she saw me watching her she began to wipe off my cock and balls.
For some reason I asked, "Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Of course I have," she giggled. "You know how fussy I am about personal hygiene."
I was already worrying about what would happen when Peggy got home. We could clean away the physical evidence, but would she read the truth in Cherry's eyes...and in mine?