Chapter 8

Donna backed up until she came up against a low chest of drawers and they hit her right in the small of the back. When she got up on her toes and leaned back she was in perfect position for my thrust.

She stared down at my cock and it stared right back at her. The thing was already dripping, turning its usual darker color and throbbing like an excited puppy. The shank was long and tapering until the knob flared suddenly. It was a beautiful instrument of passion.

Donna spread her knees and I came against her, shoving my dick into her bush. "Go, Dad," Cherry breathed somewhere behind me. John also said something encouraging and I was struck by the bizarre scene. Dad fucking a neighbor girl in front of his children. Ah, life in the seventies.

Donna had her hands on my hips to guide me. She wasn't the least hesitant about what was going on. She was ready and unashamed, unembarrassed, a real now girl.

I angled my hips forward and the cock slipped into her outer lips easily. They were delightfully pink and moist, like the inside of a virginal cave that would surely yield undreamed-of treasure. I slid several inches into her young and nubile body and then I paused to look her in the eye.

"Is it all right?"

Donna sighed and kissed me on the mouth, tasting very fresh. "It's perfect, Mr. White. Cherry's so lucky to have such a groovy father."

I couldn't resist. "More groovy than your father?"

She batted her eyes and pursed her lips. "Golly, I don't want to sound disloyal. After all, I love my daddy, and my mom. I don't guess I'll tell you everything."

I settled for that and went back to work. I humped gently and my cock continued to slide into position until I at last felt my balls tapping against her thighs. She reached down around my legs and up under to feel them, too. I almost jumped out of my skin when she grasped them in her fingertips and rolled them this way and that, like they were marbles in a leather sack.

"Jesus," I breathed. "I might come at any moment."

"That's why we're here," Cherry giggled from behind me. John giggled, too.

"Haven't you children got anything better to do?" I snapped.

Apparently they didn't so I had to press on with my uninvited audience. Donna couldn't have cared less for all her attention was on me and the pleasure I was giving her. I had to love the kid for that She made an old man feel like a kid again.

She thrust her hips forward at an upward angle and rammed my cock all the way home. I was seated firmly in her, to the hilt, feeling my knob pressing against the very floor of her box. It was cozy, moist and warm, surely the way fucking was meant to be.

She humped again and I humped back. Then she grasped my shoulders hard and suddenly her feet were off the carpet. The nimble girl wrapped them around my waist, slipped once or twice and at last locked her ankles behind my back. She was strong and she squeezed my waist hard.

I gasped. "You're making me come, forcing the stuff right out of me."

"Terrific," she giggled.

We really went to work, pumping in ever increasing strokes until we'd set up a smooth rhythm. She began rolling her eyes and sweat dotted her forehead and upper hp. She kept licking her lips with a pink tongue. Even her breasts were moist and they slid up and down on my chest as she arched herself forward against my body.

She cried out and I could feel the muscles of her snatch grab my cock and try to pull it out by the roots. She had real muscles down there inside that thing and they were like a drowning man pulling at a life preserver. The suction went on in great hot waves that fanned all through her body until she was like a beet

Her head lolled for an instant and then snapped rigid as she came. I felt the hot moist stuff rolling from her and boiling around my knob. She was gasping and humping like a hound and emitting little moans and cries through it all. Time after time she came, digging her nails into my back with each spasm.

Then she fell back, her ankles still locked and when her head dropped against my shoulder it did not come back up.

I must say I came like a real gentleman. She'd had it and when I started to go off I froze my body. I was motionless except for the throbbing and squirting from my cock. I suppose my balls were dancing against her thighs, too, but, I wouldn't know about that.

It felt wonderful, so easy since I'd already broken the ice with Cherry. It was rare these days that I came more than once in twenty-four hours, but it was a cinch. I was as loaded as the first time and nobody can realize how young and optimistic this made me feel.

Anyhow, I proceeded to empty myself into her and she calmly laid her head against me through it all. She gurgled her pleasure and flexed her encircling thighs a few times to squeeze my dry, but she didn't go crazy and neither did I.

I came several times, pumping my sperm into the mass she'd laid on me. I could feel the stuff mingle and boil in a fertile mixture and I thanked the stars above for the pill. Surely she would have been pregnant in seconds with that stuff in her middle.

The tingle ran down to the roots of my toes and into my fingertips and-1 felt weak in the knees for a moment, but Donna locked her ankles more tightly behind me and squeezed so that my back stayed straight. Finally it was over and a great peacefulness fettled over us both.

We draped against each other for a couple of minutes, our clocks winding down, out bodies beginning to dry, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I loved this kid and I knew this couldn't be the last time I would have her. No, I knew she wouldn't want it to be a single shot, either.

"Bravo." That was Cherry behind me, always the wise-ass daughter.

"Golly, Dad." John boy was more respectful.

Donna's ankles unlocked and her aching legs thudded to the carpet I backed off but had to hold her waist for a few minutes so that she wouldn't crumple. She half-stood, shaking and weak in the knees. I felt strong and lightheaded, as though I could leap over tall buildings.

The others gathered around and we helped Donna. to the bed. I saw that John was still stiff as a rock in his nakedness. He wore only the T-shirt still and he looked rather ridiculous, but also very ready and effective.

Donna lay back on the opened bed and Cherry was hurrying back from the bathroom with a basin piled with damp towels. She had enough supplies to refresh the Chicago Bears at halftime.

She spread Donna's legs and wiped her crotch clean. She took a fresh towel and wiped the rest of her body and then she rubbed briskly, until Donna glowed clean and dry, her skin a fresh pink as though she'd just stepped from a half-hour bath.

Cherry tossed me a towel and I wiped my cock and balls. I felt foolish naked and so I slipped into mt shorts. Besides, my tired cock had dwindled to almost nothing and I didn't want to hear any snickers abouut that.

Meanwhile Cherry continued working on Donna. The spent girl lay on her belly, arms at her sides, feet straight out, and my daughter rubbed her briskly. I thought she'd finished the job properly enough, but she kept on. She rubbed all over Donna's back, neck and shoulders. Then she wiped her feet and worked up over her calves to the backs of her knees.

I began to get the point. She'd rubbed at each end and now she was working toward the middle, in the classic make-out maneuver. Hm, I wondered what we were seeing in the little drama unfolding before us.

Whatever it was, Donna was enjoying it. She lay quietly, her face turned toward John and me and she smiled up at me with the shared knowledge that we'd each gotten a damned good fuck.

Cherry pressed on, rubbing the towel over the backs of Donna's thighs in small circles and the skin puckered everywhere she touched as though the girl were being burned. The towel then went to Donna's ass and what an ass it was.

It stood up proudly, white and full of a glowing life. The cheeks were so plump and rounded and there wasn't a mark in sight. The curves were flawless and the deep crack in the middle looked as inviting as an oasis on the desert. Cherry was looking hard, too, and so was John.

John's cock was larger than ever and he stood by the side of the bed with the rest of us. He was plenty ready for another go and I didn't see where that was out of line. After all, he'd gotten the least satisfaction. Going off in one's pants can't be too much of a turn on.

But Cherry was having a good time, too, and I knew she wouldn't easily yield the floor. She was rubbing the towel around Donna's bottom, dipping it into the crack and then along the insides of her upper thighs. Donna was beginning to stir, occasionally shifting a leg or wiggling her fingers. Her smile was becoming fixed and brittle, as though something else was becoming more urgent.

I could hear her breathing more loudly as Cherry tossed the towel aside and shoved her fingers into the girl's lower back. John and I looked on as Cherry lowered her aim and her hand worked over the cheeks of the ass. As first the cheeks stiffened up and were firm but gradually they relaxed and broke down as Donna sighed and blinked. Her left leg had set up a steady pumping that she probably wasn't even aware of Cherry shifted to the backs of the girl's knees again and here she drew strong fingers in tiny circles that gradually traveled up the backs of the thighs. Higher they went until they brushed the bottom curves of Donna's cheeks again and the girl on the bed gasped. "Oh," she purred. "Golly." She was back to the baby talk stage. Weird.

John was nudging his sister now and Cherry shook her head. "Get lost, dear brother."

I cleared my throat. "This is a family activity Cherry. If John wants something special, you're obliged to be generous. After all, there's plenty for all."

"Then let him go get one of his own," she snapped at me, her voice cross. She was hot, too. I could tell from her heavy breathing that was caused by more than her physical labor. Her knockers seemed large than usual, too, and there might have been the star of a bit of dampness in the crotch of her jeans. Yes Cherry was available for anything.

She kept going, ignoring John and me. She was rubbing the insides of Donna's thighs now and the girl on the bed was steadily spreading her knees wider. Once or twice she lifted her hips and made a bridge of her body and the second time she did it Cherry swooped in.

As Donna lifted her hips from the mattress Cherry dipped her hands under at each side so that they came together right over her box. When Donna dropped she dropped on the waiting fingers and she let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure.

"My God!"

"Relax," Cherry purred. "After all, we're old buddies. Nobody's gonna get hurt"

Cherry wasn't lying. Nobody was to be hurt, but there was going to be plenty of other activity. John wanted in badly and again he nudged his sister. "Come on, Cher. Let's spread it around a little."

She smiled up at him as she held her hands under Donna's loins and the prone girl seemed to be trying to screw herself down on the thrusting fingers. I could only guess as to what was really going on on the dark side of that white behind.

"Relax, brother. I'm going to turn her over to you when the right time comes."

"I'd say that's now."

"I'd say cool it until I tell you."

She looked back to Donna and seemed to thrust hard. Donna yelped again and drew her knees together and up under her body so that she was kneeling, rump high, her forehead in the pillows. She was trembling and pinker than ever, from head to toe. What a lovely child!

Cherry gave her a little nudge at the hip and Donna fell to her side like a plunging tree. She bounced on the mattress and Cherry kept nudging until Donna had rolled to her back. She blinked and looked up at the circle of faces. Surprisingly, she started to laugh.

"Did I survive the operation, doctors?" she giggled, and again there was a hint of baby talk. We must have looked stern and professional from her viewing angle.

"Just lay quietly," Cherry purred as she leaned down and kissed the girl, on the mouth.

She held the kiss and Donna's arms snaked around her neck. I could imagine them Frenching the hell out of each other and from the way John was puffing I supposed he could, too. He was in danger of shooting in his pants all over again.

The two girls continued their marathon kiss but Cherry was busy again with her hands. She was rubbing Donna's breasts and then she was working down across her heaving belly and into her crotch.

"Come on," John whined. His prick was tracking them like a cruiser's cannon.

Cherry ignored him and wormed around in Donna's pussy to her heart's content. The dark-haired girl on the bed was gurgling and sucking as they kept their mouths pressed together in what looked like a permanent seal. I sighed and felt my cock wake up and begin to rise. Hell, I wasn't so old that I couldn't make another try at it, even though my aching bones were starting to protest.

Again Donna was making a bridge of her body, this time lifting her hips so that her bottom came up from the mattress. Cherry put one hand underneath her and I could guess that she was poking a finger up the girl's ass. There wasn't a hell of a lot more she could do with our guest, except put on a dildo and screw her herself. I sort of hoped that Cherry wasn't a dildo girl. I really wasn't fond of dykes.

John was going out of his mind by now and he really turned on the complaints. "Come on, you can't do anything more. Let me take over."

"Sure," Cherry snapped, "I prep her and you move in for the gravy. Balls to you, dear brother."

I felt I had to speak up again as the only senior member present "Cherry, if that's as shallow as this togetherness is then I think we'd better call it all off. You told me this was love in action but I think you're merely being greedy and carnal. This isn't love but lust and I can't allow that If we're really practicing familial and sharing love and tenderness, then you'll want to please your brother."

"Well..." she grumbled.

"It's got to be based on love, generosity and respect," I snapped, "or it's sick and I'm not going to stand by and let my family get sicker. Donna, get your clothes on and haul it out of here, pronto."

Donna began to wail and Cherry cut her off with a slap on her belly. "Shut up and let me think. I guess you're right, Dad. This is free love with the accent on the free. I should love John boy as much as I do you or Donna, right?"

"That's the spirit of giving," I agreed.

So Cherry fluttered her hands across Donna's torso one last time, patting her breasts, her belly and her box. As Donna spread her knees for more she looked up and smiled at John. "She's yours. Plunge it straight into the heart."

"Love you, Cherry," John whispered as he crawled on the bed. He managed to pat his sister's ass as she moved out of the way.

Then he was hanging over her with his cock ramming like a lance straight into to the black forest. He was right on and the knob caught with the first thrust. Donna shuddered and cried out, but she wasn't hurt or frightened-merely thrilled.

John settled down and Donna tensed and tried to lift her body. He worked his knees in and lifted himself, Donna coming up with him. They were one, pumping up and down in, an erratic but effective rhythm. They were too young and excited to do a smooth job but they made up for it with their lust and abundance of youthful energy.

John, of course, began coming almost at once. He was so loaded and I do believe he could have come by looking at a color photo of Suzanne Pleshett . Anyhow, he was shooting" and it was gushing out the sides of their union, soaking into the sheet.

I'd thought Donna would be slower than she was, but an instant later she was squealing and convulsing as strongly as she had with me.

Cherry and I grinned at each other as we watched their consummation. "Father, we seem to have started a a new family tradition."

I blew out my cheeks as I nodded. "Sure, but how will we be able to stop it? It can't go on forever."

"Why not?"