Chapter 2
It was a warm Saturday morning and I was lying in the sun beside our pool. My mother had gone to the office-she was a real glutton for punishment. She always claimed that she had to work because Papa Jax didn't "bring home the bacon" on a regular enough basis. Bullshit! We always had plenty to eat, a nice house and good clothes. She just wanted more, while Papa Jax (he was a gambler) was more interested in having time for the groovy things in life-like sex, good food, movies and more sex.
But like I said earlier, Papa Jax wasn't getting much from mom-and he didn't seem too happy with what he was getting from the other women. Don't ask me how I know-I just know.
Like, right now, he's sitting in a chair reading a book. Trying to read would be more like it. I've been watching him closely for the last few minutes and I can tell he's not really into reading. For one thing the book isn't about sex, but there's a giant bulge in the front of his tiny, European-style bikini bathing suit. So I've got to figure that he's got his mind on other things-like sweet, delectable pussy. I really would like to comfort him and please him, but I've got to admit I'm still afraid to come right out and tell him that I know what's bothering him-and that I'd be only too willing to help. If he'd only realize....
Suddenly he looked over at me and grinned-as if he could read my mind! I grinned back and unconsciously crossed my legs a couple of times. He stood up and walked over to me. Could he ... ? But I didn't have time to finish my thought. He sat down beside me and ran a finger teasingly along my leg.
"A penny for your thoughts, Princess." I could feel myself blushing furiously and he laughed: "C'mon! They couldn't be that bad-or could they?" He winked and continued tracing invisible patterns on the inside of my thigh. Christ! It was driving me crazy. I knew it was now or never.
"Papa Jax," I blurted, "would you think it was bad if I told you that when you touch me like that I get all hot and gooey inside?" A slight smile started to form in the corners of his mouth, but he quickly caught himself and, very seriously, looked me straight in the eye.
"Bad, Princess? No way. You're reacting to conventional moral taboos which sometimes makes people feel guilty even when there's no reason to." He gently toyed with my damp, long blond hair. 'I've been watching you struggling with yourself for quite a while, but I knew that you had to bring things out in the open-not me." His intelligence and sensitivity never ceased to amaze me.
I decided to take the conversation to its logical conclusion quickly and bluntly. "Papa Jax," I whispered, I'd love to reach into your bathing suit, pull out your cock and suck it forever!" His eyes twinkled-and the bulge in his suit seemed to twitch as if it had a mind of its own.
"Is that all you'd like to do?," he grinned.
"No!," I answered-no longer whispering. "I want to have it deep inside me-fucking me like crazy!"
The look that crept across his face can only be described as one of pure love. He hugged me to him and then, ever so gently, kissed me full on the mouth. His warm, wet tongue slithered into my oral cavity and began licking its way around in maddening little circles. I was getting horny as hell and he knew it. I could feel a shudder pass quickly through his warm, strong body. He paused in his kissing for a moment and said: "Are you sure this is what you want, Princess?"
My strictly non-verbal answer was directly to the point. I reached my hand down into his suit and, gasping with barely controlled desire, yanked his semi-hard dong into view. I wanted to play with it for a while, but I just couldn't wait. I jumped down off the lawn chair and knelt beside my beautiful, sexy, understanding father. His quickened breath and shining eyes told me he couldn't wait much longer either. As I lowered my head towards his crotch I realized that any guilt I had felt before had vanished.
Papa Jax's excitement revealed itself even more in the form of a small drop of suppressed come-dew which glistened on the tip of his long, thick cock head. I looked at it-momentarily mesmerized. Then, with a giggle of pure enjoyment, I ever so gently removed the drop of jism with a swipe of my tongue. Papa Jax squirmed. Then, closing my eyes out of sheer ecstasy, I opened my mouth and then closed it over the head of his cock. My first instinct was to suck and suck hard-and that's exactly what I began to do.
With my tongue doing a dance of its own on the silky surface of his now pulsating and ever growing prick, Papa Jax groaned and started working his fingers into my thick silken blond hair. As I sucked away deliriously on his candy root, his strong, masculine hands gently-but firmly-urged my head down ever further. Gasping a little with so much cock in my mouth, I nevertheless was determined to take as much of that sweet, sweet all-day sucker as I possibly could. At one point a picture of my mother watching us flashed through my head and I couldn't help giggling.
"What's so funny, Princess?" gasped Papa Jax.
"Nothing, daddy. I just thought how shocked mom would be if she could see us now. And it's too bad-'cause now I really know what kind of fun she's been missing out on."
While I was talking-out of the side of my mouth-I never let up on his prick. It had grown to such huge proportions that I wondered if he could ever get it inside my aching, virgin cunt. As I licked, sucked and crooned to myself in absolute delight, it suddenly dawned on me that Papa Jax was groaning even louder and his prick was jumping and twitching like a convulsive snake.
Then Papa Jax began thrusting his cock in and out of my wet-lipped mouth cunt and I knew that he was close to spilling his load. My own climax wasn't too far off either--the excitement of what we were doing having oiled it and sent it into a fit of cunt contractions. Then, all of a sudden, it happened.
Papa Jax's enormous cock began to buck and throb, and it was all I could do to keep my mouth over it and work away. With a long, drawn-out moan he squeezed my head in his hands and pumped into my mouth with blinding speed. My head began to reel as the warm, thick, salty come started spurting out of his dick and splashing against the roof of my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could, but it just kept coming.
In the meantime my left hand, which had wandered down to my burning box, began massaging my erect clitoris. It was all I needed. While Papa Jax continued to jerk and spurt in my mouth I screamed through almost closed lips as a violent orgasm began to shake my body like a jackhammer. As Papa Jax's seemingly never-ending stream of hot love juice washed down my eager throat, I could feel my own cunt fluids flow out of my box and onto my hand which continued to manipulate my. clit. It was incredible! Absolutely incredible! I knew at that moment that my days of fantasy-fucking were over. I guess once you've tried the real thing nothing else can really take its place.
As these thoughts passed through my fevered brain I realized that Papa Jax had stopped coming-but I was still sucking gently on his still rock-hard prick. Some of his jism had managed to elude my sucking and had dripped down the length of his gorgeous cunt-stretcher. Lovingly I began licking the remaining juices off his cock stem. He groaned and finally, as I was giving his dick one last swipe, he gently pulled my head up out of his crotch. Smiling, he paid me a compliment I will never forget:
"Princess, I thought I had been blown by the best-but I was wrong. That was spectacular! I can't wait to see how good you'll become once you get a little more practice."
I smiled with delight and kissed him tenderly: "Papa Jax. I have the feeling you'll be the first to know how good I'm gonna get."
We both laughed and then he kissed me again. In a flash I knew that today's feast wasn't over yet. In fact, I realized that it had really just begun. Papa Jax, the sly fox that he was, read me like a book and grinned:
"Shall we continue this little adventure inside?" I just grinned back.
It was really warm in the house. Papa Jax and I walked into his bedroom and it was even hotter. Then I remembered that the air conditioner had broken down last night and that somebody was supposed to come fix it later today. Although we were both sticky with sweat, it didn't stop us from making a beeline for the big brass bed which stood in the far corner of the room.
Papa Jax ran a finger lovingly up inside the cheeks of my hard little ass and I shivered and giggled at the same time. The combination of his finger and the room temperature was really making me sweat. "Why don't we take a nice, cool shower, daddy?" I purred. His eyes twinkled, as though my suggestion had triggered off some groovy thoughts in his head as to just what we might do in the shower aside from cooling off.
"Anything you say, Cindy," he chuckled. He took my hand as we walked towards the bathroom.
Once inside we didn't waste any time. He got a fresh bar of musk-scented soap, reached in and turned on the shower and then turned back to face me. "I hope you realize," he said in a mock serious tone, "just what happens to a man in a cold shower.
He tends to go a little ... ah ... limp," I giggled and pointed at his rock-hard pecker which stood out and away from his crotch as if defying gravity and putting the lie to his last remark.
"You could jump into a tub of fucking ice cubes and nothing would affect that!" I said.
He laughed and kissed me: "So I've got me a smart ass for a daughter, huh?"
I stuck my tongue out at him in a teasing gesture: "Afraid so, Papa Jax." Then, mock defiantly: "What do you plan to do about it?"
His answer was quick in coming. Chuckling, he crouched down in the shower and quickly bent my supple young body across his lap. Then gently, but with increasing force, he began slapping my slippery, wet ass with the flat of his ham like hand. At first it stung and I wriggled around like a fish on a hook. But then, strangely enough, the little bit of pain subsided and a sensuous warmth began to spread throughout my body. As he continued his "love whacks," the warmth increased.
But Papa Jax was no fool. He quickly realized that. his "punishment" was working in reverse. "Looks like spanking my little girl doesn't have the same effect it used to," he laughed.
"Oh daddy", I purred, "If you only knew!"
"If I only knew what?", he replied, a bit puzzled.
I laughed out loud: "I've been getting off on your spanking for about the last two years-but I didn't realize just how much until now!"
He joined in laughing and gave me one more open-handed swat on the buttocks for good measure, "Ohhhh! Shit! That feels so damned good! Don't stop!" I moaned.
But he did stop. He lifted me up into a standing position and took the musk soap from the dish fastened to the shower wall. He pretended as though he would switch "punishments" by soaping my mouth, and I giggled. "Where should I start?" he asked with a toothy grin.
"Anywhere you like," I said.
Where he liked turned out to be my tight little ass. He worked the soap around and around, building up one hell of a lather. It felt terrific-much groovier than when I washed myself. When my bum was good and lathered, he put the soap back in the dish and then gently worked his index finger in between the cheeks of my ass. I immediately knew what he-was up to, but I wasn't scared. I knew he would never really hurt me intentionally and I trusted him completely.
As if sensing what was passing through my mind, he began using his finger so gently and tenderly that sparks of pure, animalistic pleasure coursed through my tingling body.
Suddenly his finger began pressing gently, but urgently, at my puckered little anus. "Does it hurt?" he asked, with genuine concern in his voice. I could only moan my answer and, understanding instantly, he continued with his probing.
Little by little my tight little bum hole gave way to his tenderly demanding digit. And then-it was inside! "Ahhhh! Christ, it's incredible," I shrieked. He didn't comment, but just continued to work his finger in deeper. For a moment I imagined that he would somehow be able to reach right up to my intestines-and the image sent new and different thrills of excitement shivering through me.
While Papa Jax diddled me with increasing speed and urgency, I realized that I was being selfish-taking all the pleasure he was doling out without giving in return.
Taking the soap, I began lathering up his cock and balls. His prick, already concrete-hard, somehow seemed to get even harder and bigger as I sensually lathered the pungent-smelling soap up and down his pole.
Then, dropping the soap, I began running both my little hands up and down the length of his super-hard man root. This only served to make him groan and work his finger more frantically inside my anal cavity.
Bending down, for an instant, Papa Jax retrieved the soap and then began putting his free hand to work. As I tickled, squeezed and stroked his penis and testicles and squirmed my ass around on his finger, a new sensation entered the picture. He began soaping my honey hole with delicate and sensitive swirling motions. I thought I'd go crazy with pure pleasure!
As his hand massaged my soapy clitoris, 'skyrockets of sensation exploded in my brain! "Oh daddy! Oh my God, daddy!" I screamed. "I'm going to come again!"
As the words were wrenched from my mouth, my hands began stroking up and down his pulsating prick with a blinding fury. "Wait for me, Princess!" he yelled. "Pm right there with you!"
Popping three fingers into my foaming box, he started churning them around inside me like a Mixmaster gone mad. I closed my eyes and waited for the mind-bending orgasm which I knew was only moments away.
His cock began to jump and twitch in my hands as though it were alive! "I'm coming, godamnit! I'm coming hard!" he yelled and my screams mingled with his.
"Good daddy! Good! Good! Good! I'm ready to explode!" I cried.
Then we were both there. His cock began to thrust and pulsate and I helped him along with a final bit of handiwork. His fingers were slurping around in my sopping vaginal passage and I bit his arm as my whole being burst apart with the fury of my orgasm. Our moans mingled and soared.
We held each other tight while our bodies went through their final spasms. The cool water from the shower felt really great and I imagined that I could hear it sizzle as it beat down upon our lust-hot bodies.
I looked down at Papa Jax's prick. Miraculously, it seemed to me, his dong was still in a semi-hard state of erection. "Wow! daddy!" I exclaimed with a certain degree of innocent awe. "You've come twice in less than a half-hour and it still isn't soft."
He answered me quite seriously. "It's a funny thing," he mused, "but when a man is with a woman who turns him on to an incredible degree, he can sometimes stay hard for hours."
I listened to this perfectly plausible explanation, all the while continuing to soap his beautiful, hard-muscled body. "You know," he continued softly, "I can't remember the last time a woman got to me the way you do."
I felt myself blushing with pride. "You're just saying that," I said.
He gave my cunt hairs a little tweak of affection. "Have I ever lied to you?" he asked.
"Not that I can remember," I replied. Then I was silent for a moment. "What is it, Princess?" he said quietly.
"I was just thinking about mom," I answered. "I was thinking of all she must have been missing since ..."
"Since we stopped making it the way we did in the old days?" he queried.
I nodded my head. He smiled: "I'll tell you all about it some other time. If s a long story-and not a very happy one. Especially as far as your mom Is concerned."
Then, as if to break the mood we had stumbled into, he turned the shower handle into its coldest position and then jerked the nozzle so that it hit me full in the face. The tingling pinpricks of icy water felt refreshing and stimulating. "You always seem to know just what I'm gonna like, don't you?" I gasped.
He smiled: "Want me to guess what you'd like to do now?" I nodded, returning his warm smile.
Without a word he scooped me up in his arms and carried me, still dripping wet, over to the huge, brass bed. He set me down gently and then returned to the shower stall. A moment later he emerged carrying a large rough-textured bath towel. He sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to dry me off-from bottom to top.
First he rubbed vigorously at my little feet and then worked his way up my long tanned legs. The roughness of the cloth worked a certain magic on my body-drying and firing up my easily triggered desires at the same time. By the time the towel neared my squeaky-clean crotch area, I could barely lie still. As though sensing my charged state, Papa Jax rubbed the towel against my moist pubis with a soft, tickling motion. My ass squirmed and wriggled in reply.
But the drying process was having its effect on him too. He began to breathe a little harder and speeded up the action of the towel. By the time he'd made it to my titties, he was working with the speed and agility of a master shoeshine boy. The towel snapped and crackled as its rough, cat's tongue-like surface whipped my nipples into a state of pointy-hard erection. I began to writhe and moan and my sounds served to spur Papa Jax on to finish the job as fast as he could.
After toweling my face and hair in a rather halfhearted way, he tossed the towel to the floor and then turned back to face me. I lay quietly on my back, waiting for my next lesson from my first, and most incredible, sex instructor.
It wasn't long in coming. The toweling had fired him up and his cock was once again stiff and obviously ready for more action.
'Take me, Papa Jax!" I crooned. "Take me, please! Fuck me to death with your wild wiener! Make a real woman out of me ... but do it NOW!!!"
"Do you think you can take my foot-long cunt-stretcher?" he said teasingly.
I was almost out of my tree with excitement. "I can take anything you give," I answered with a moan. Papa Jax just nodded and smiled. His big hands spread my legs apart and he lowered his face quickly into my muff.
"Mmmm, what a delectable little box lunch!" he chuckled. "The musk soap really mixes nicely with your own love smell."
He then commenced to eat me out good and proper. Instead of teasing me a little like he'd done earlier outside, he didn't mess around with subtleties. His long curved tongue snaked its way right into my clenching cunt passage. It darted and thrust and reamed-and my ass started a little dance of its own in response.
Within a couple of minutes-which seemed like a beautiful, lust-ridden eternity-his tongue had started my love juices sluicing down my channel. I could hear him lapping them up with relish. "My God, Princess! I could suck you off all day!"
But I couldn't wait a second longer to feel the length and thickness of his monster cock working its way into my seething pussy. "Fuck me! Oh, please fuck me!" I begged. My whole body was jerking and writhing and he saw that the time we'd both been trying to build up to gradually had come.
Without a word, he slithered his warm, supple and hard-muscled body over mine. I spread my legs apart as far as I could to give him easy access to my honey hole. Then, reaching down between us with my hand, I grabbed his enormous prick and steered it towards my center of sexuality.
Papa Jax took over from there. He started rubbing his smooth, blood-filled cock head in between the labial lips of my lusting cunt. On the upstroke the bulb of his prick rubbed deliciously against my tingling and erect clitoris. "Mmmmm, yes! Put it in! Please put it all the way in!!!" I moaned.
I finally got my wish. With a steady, but gentle pressure he began pushing into my pussy-my amazingly tight little hole which had experienced only loving fingers up to this point in my life. I could feel the muscles of my virgin vagina give way under the determined penetrating power of his prick. Little by little it moved up into the far reaches of my cunt until-at last!-most of it was in.
Or so I thought. With a grunt of pure pleasure Papa Jax pulled back a couple of inches and then stroked downward with a rush which made me gasp in a sensual mixture of pleasure and mild pain. "My good God!" I thought, "How fucking big can it be?"
I got my answer. With one powerful lunge daddy stuffed his outsized member all the way in. We were locked together in an age-old embrace-an embrace I'd dreamed about for years. It was even groovier than I ever imagined. But I didn't have the time or inclination for any spacing-out at this moment. My entire being was focused on the incredible fucking Papa Jax was giving me.
I squirmed around like an eel-my ass rotating around on the end of his giant cock. Papa Jax flexed his cock muscles and it felt as though my cunt would burst with the fullness it was experiencing.
I thrust my ass up off the bed, my back arching in the same motion. He grinned and thrust back on a violent downstroke. "Arggg! You're splitting me in two!" I screamed. But my screams were those of wild and intense erotic pleasure. I began to meet his strokes and, in a moment, we were moving together in such a natural way that I felt we'd been doing this all my life.
Papa Jax speeded up the tempo and my body felt as though it was coming apart. I began to shake in a paroxysm of impending orgasm. "I'm gonna come! Oh, sweet, beautiful Papa Jax, I'm gonna come!!!"
"Do it sweetheart! Come like you've never come before!" he yelled. His cock was now driving in and out of my cunt like a pile driver gone berserk. My ass ground and churned against his cock and then I was there. My entire body went rigid and my eyes seemed to be popping out of their sockets. I panted and moaned in a frenzy of long-suppressed libidinal lust and then I was there. As my cunt spurted its orgasmic juices, my eyes closed. Flashes of light ripped through my head and I began to shake uncontrollably. "Ahhhhh! IT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! COMING! COMING! COMING!" I screamed.
Papa Jax held himself motionless as my orgasm peaked and exploded. My cunt contracted so tightly that it made him moan with sensual pain. I thought my climax would never end and I quite honestly hoped it never would. But gradually my body calmed down until I was once again lying quietly on my back. Little tremors of post-climactic excitement whipped through my body. Papa Jax stayed on top of me, his prick still embedded deeply inside my clasping cunt.
Finally all was quiet. A lazy, satiated smile crept over my face and I looked directly into my beautiful daddy's eyes. "Thank you, Papa Jax. You made me a complete woman. I'd always prayed that you would be the first."
"But not the last, Princess," he said softly. I knew exactly what he meant. There would be other men in my life and he knew it. But it didn't upset him. He was happy for me. I could feel it-and I loved him even more for his lack of selfishness.
The moment the word "selfishness" flashed through my mind I came completely back down to earth. I was suddenly aware of the fact that his gorgeous cock was still buried deep inside my temporarily satisfied cunt. I realized that it was still as hard as before and I looked up at Papa Jax with a tinge of guilt in my eyes.
"But you didn't come, daddy! I was being selfish and I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry about, my darling daughter," he grinned. "I purposely held back."
"But why, Papa Jax?" I said softly.
"Because I wanted the first time to be all yours-and yours alone," he answered a bit wistfully. "But don't get me wrong," he added with a chuckle, "I enjoyed it as much as you did. Some men feel that they've got to come every time they make love to a woman, but they're the ones that are selfish."
His explanation made sense to me and made me feel even more loving towards this sensitive, wonderful man who now lay stretched out full length on top of my warm, satisfied body. Giggling I began working my ass around on his rampant prick. "Well now it's time to think of yourself for a change," I said.
"You're like a little kid with a bowl of candy in front of him-never satisfied with just a couple of pieces," he said with a husky laugh.
"But this kind of candy won't give me any cavities," I answered slyly. "It only fills them!"
Papa Jax shook his head and laughed even harder. "You're a persistent little bitch! Pm not sure there's a man out there who could satisfy you on a full-time basis."
He flexed his cock a few times and hugged me to him. "But never let it be said that Papa Jax ever let his little girl down," he added. I just grinned my appreciation of his love and concern-and wiggled my ass a bit harder.
Taking the cue, Papa Jax began stroking his cock in and out with a gentle, slow motion. On the upstroke he let his member retreat almost to the outer lips of my greedy little hole. Then, with a long, slow and sensually excruciating thrust, he drove his meat into me up to its hilt. I could feel the head of his cock press against my cervix. The fires within me began to heat up again and I knew I was on my way to another blissful, creaming climax.
This time I was more aware of his own needs and I was determined to make sure that he, too, enjoyed it to the utmost. "I want you to come with me this time, Papa Jax," I whispered into his ear. To add stimulation to my statement I snaked my little red tongue into his ear and licked it tenderly. He twitched a little and grinned down at me.
"Princess, this isn't going to be the first and last time we make love. And I'm not going to take the chance of bringing a little brother or sister of yours into this world." He paused for a moment. "Unless, that is, you're already on the pill."
I was absolutely silent for a second or two, thinking about what an incredibly sensitive and concerned father I had been blessed with. "No, Papa Jax," I answered quietly, "I'm not taking the pill, but I want to now."
He nodded his head: "Don't worry about a thing. Ill set up an appointment with a doctor friend of mine. He'll be only too happy to help out-and you won't have to worry about your mother finding out you're taking it."
"But what about now?" I said. "I really want to see you come again."
"Then you shall have your wish," he grinned. "There's more than one way to skin a cat."
I understood immediately what he was suggesting. My mind flashed back to the pool where, an hour or two ago, I had given him a blow job which he had told me was the best he'd ever received from a woman. Well, this time, I said to myself, it'll even be better!
Sensing exactly what was going on in my head, Papa Jax stroked into my cunt a few more times. He thrust with a twist which drove his prick up into me at a delicious, tingling angle. Then he withdrew and thrust again, this time angling to the other side and really reaming out my innermost channel. It was an exquisite feeling.
But then he slowly withdrew completely and I watched as his ramrod-hard cock emerged little by little from my tightly clasping cunt. Then, with a slight popping sound, it was out. I pushed Papa Jax over on his back and, giggling, I buried my face in his curly-haired crotch.
With soft, circling motions of my tongue I began licking his entire genital area. First I licked that sensitive portion directly underneath his gently swaying balls. It elicited a slight groan. Spurred on by his increasing excitement, I made my tongue do a tantalizing little dance across his sperm-filled balls. I sucked on his balls, one by one, and tried to get them both into my mouth at the same time. It wasn't easy, but I did it. A loud moan was my reward.
For several minutes I sucked his balls and, at the same time, reached underneath his crotch to get near his anus. My index finger tickled and prodded and then, with a lunge of his buttocks, the finger was forced into his puckered little asshole. I started working my finger around and around, but I never stopped the mouthing of his balls. Papa Jax was getting really turned on and so was I. It became readily apparent to me that he was right. You don't always have to come yourself to gain pleasure.
There is a very satisfying ecstasy which arises from the loving you are giving your partner.
After giving daddy's balls a thorough sucking and manipulating, I moved on to his tumescent member. It was aching for the touch of my soft, wet mouth. I could tell it was by the way it twitched and jerked.
I toyed with the bulbous red head of his enormous cunt-fucker, swirling my tongue in a circular motion. When I managed to insert my tongue into his little sperm hole, Papa Jax groaned and flexed the muscles in the cheeks of his ass, levering himself up against my face. I then popped the head of his dick into my mouth and began a steady, rhythmic sucking. It tasted incredibly good-a bit salty and still lightly covered with my own cunt love juices. I licked his cock clean and then started taking as much prick as I could into my oral vagina.
Although I gagged a bit, I didn't stop my loving tribute I was paying to Papa Jax's rod. Within a few minutes, though, I had learned how to take a lot of cock into my mouth without gagging at all. This gave me a certain sense of total confidence and made me work even harder.
I pulled my legs up into a kneeling position which gave me the freedom to begin bobbing my head up and down with greater and greater speed. My mouth slid up and down his slippery prick and Papa Jax started matching my rhythmic motions with gentle up-thrusts of his own.
In my own excitement I reached down with my right hand and began frigging my honey hole in time to my sucking. We were both building towards a dynamite climax when it happened.
At first I wasn't even sure that what I heard wasn't just the sounds which echoed in my head.
But Papa Jax must have heard something too, because he stopped his stroking and cocked his head.
It was the fucking front door bell! "What a godamned stupid time for the bell to ring," I muttered.
"Maybe they'll just go away," I added.
"That's a bit of wishful thinking," grinned Papa Jax as the bell rang again with an even more insistent ringing.
"Shit! Who the Hell could it be?" I muttered, a tone of frustration in my voice.
Papa Jax laughed at my display, of youthful outrage. "Take it easy, Princess. It's probably just the guy from the air conditioning place. Did you forget he was supposed to come today."
"I guess so," I replied. Then I giggled: "His timing is pretty good-in one way. We could sure use some cooling off in this house."
Papa Jax laughed delightedly: "That's my baby! But don't worry. If he knows his stuff hell only be around for a few minutes. It's a small job and, frankly, it's nice to see that some businesses take care of business promptly!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right, daddy. I'll go let him in."
I jumped out of the bed and looked around for something to put on. No need to turn on some poor guy needlessly. There's nothing worse than a cock-teaser.
I spotted one of Papa Jax's silk oriental dressing robes lying on a chair near the bed. I put it on and tied the sash around my small waist. I bowed my head in the oriental fashion and turned towards Papa Jax. "How do I look?" I giggled.
"You look like there's room for both of us in that thing," he chuckled. Just then the bell rang again. "Just a damned minute! I'm coming!" I yelled.
As I left the room I saw, out of the corner of my eye, that daddy hadn't bothered to get up and dress. But he always was very free and natural around our home. He'll probably just cover his crotch with a sheet, I thought, as I headed down the hall.
When I was within about twenty feet of the front door the bell went off again. I hurried to answer the door, but the damned loose-fitting robe kept coming apart and exposing my boobs and box. I pulled it around me tighter and fastened the sash again. But as I reached for the door handle the fucking thing came undone again. "Screw it!" I thought. If fate was telling me that some poor repair man was gonna get a flash of my bod--then why fight it?
I opened the door-and my mouth fell open. So did my robe. But I didn't even bother pulling it closed. What was the point? The repairman wasn't a man-he-I should say she-was a young chick of about seventeen.
She grinned at my state of disarray and amazement and then laughed. "This is the Parker residence, isn't it?" she asked. I was so entranced by her beautiful face and body that all I could do was to nod my head sort of dumbly. "I'm not ... uh ... arriving at a bad time, I hope?" she added. I shook my head and continued to take in the vision of ripe young womanhood which stood in front of me.
She was about five-feet-six, a couple of inches taller than me. Her hair was cut in a cute little shag and the sun glinted off its obviously natural redness. But as gorgeous as her hair was, her body was even groovier.
The girl was wearing the tightest pair of faded jeans I had ever seen. They looked like they had been spray-painted on her supple body! My eyes were drawn to her pubic mound which stood out in startling relief, molded to her like a second skin. It flashed through my mind that there was no way she could be wearing even the skimpiest bikini panties. There was just no way!
My eyes moved to the upper portion of her body and I could feel them widen as they took in the sight of large, high-thrusting tits. She was wearing a tiny little tee-shirt and her gorgeous boobs seemed to be trying to break through their flimsy restraint.
All the while I stared at the girl, it occurred to me that she, too, was giving me the once-over. Suddenly we both burst out laughing. "Just like a couple of dogs-doing a little preliminary sniffing, huh?" she said.
I liked her direct, open way of talking. She might only be seventeen, I thought, but she's been around. "Sorry I was staring," I said. "But you took me by surprise. I was expecting to find a man."
She laughed and said teasingly: "Expecting or hoping to find a man?"
I joined in with her easy laughter and then realized that I was being rude by keeping her standing on the front porch. "C'mon in," I said. "And I'm sorry you had to wait out here so long. My dad and I were busy in the back part of the house and uh... I guess we didn't hear the bell."
She gave me what seemed to be somewhat of a sly grin and then bent down to pick up her tool box. As she walked through the door she looked me straight in the eyes: "Looks like I came just in time. Things seem to be pretty damn hot in here." I had the strange feeling that this girl was one of those really perceptive people who can size up the real situation in a single glance.
"This way," I said, motioning down the hall with my arm. "The air conditioner is in the bedroom." This time it was her time to stare. Daddy's damned silk robe had flown open again and this time everything hung out. The girl smiled and nodded in appreciation. "Pretty well developed for your age," she said in a very complimentary tone. T looked like that when I was about fifteen," she added. My face lit up in a wide smile. It really feels nice to be appreciated by a member of your own sex. I began to feel as though we'd been friends for years.
As we walked down the hall together I said, "My name's Cindy. What's yours?"
"Margo Oates," she replied with a smile. Then she gave me a long, penetrating look. 'I've seen you before somewhere. I know it." She paused for a moment, then her eyes lit up in remembrance. "You go to the Carpenter Street school, don't you?" I nodded my head. "Then that's where I've seen you. My little brother and sister go there too. They're twins."
Then it hit me, too. "You're Brian and Lolly's sister?" I asked.
"Sure am," she replied. Then with a grin she added, "Now I know why Brian's talked about you. You are a little knockout!"
I was pleasantly flattered. "But I don't really know Brian or Lolly. We're not in the same class and I guess I never thought ..My sentence trailed off, but Margo finished it for me "... that Brian was anything more than just another silly little fourteen-year-old?"
I giggled. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"Well, you'll just have to get better acquainted with Brian and Lolly," she said. "I've got a feeling that the three of you will get along great." She eyed my boobs which were peeking out of the robe again. "Yeah, I know you'll all have a lot in common."
As I pondered this rather enigmatic statement we had arrived just outside the bedroom. I hesitated. What if Papa Jax was still lying there in the buff? After all, he was expecting the repairman to be ... well... a man. Then I shrugged. The hell with it, I thought to myself. Margo doesn't look like she scares easily. In fact she seems like the type who would instinctively understand that Papa Jax wasn't an exhibitionist-but just a very natural man with no conventional hang-ups.
As it turned out, I was right on both counts. When we entered the bedroom he was still lying on the bed. He had a sheet drawn up over his crotch, but it looked like a little pup tent since his still rock-hard cock was pointing up in the air.
Margo and I giggled at the same time. "How!" she laughed, with a Indian-like gesture of greeting with her arm.
"Anyway I can," chuckled Papa Jax. With that remark, I totally relaxed. Any lingering doubts I might have had about a possibly awkward situation vanished.
"Hi, Mr. Parker. Pm Margo," the girl said brightly. She put her tool box on the floor and opened it up. The sunlight streaming in through a window caused the obviously well-kept and brightly polished tools to sparkle.
"Nice set of tools you've got there," said Papa Jax, with just the trace of a grin. Margo took a wrench from the box and looked at daddy straight in the eyes. Well, not at first! Actually she took a good look at the way the sheet was sticking up over his prick--and then she looked up into his gaze. "Looks like you're awfully well equipped yourself," she retorted with a giggle.
Then Margo did something that totally blew me out. After exclaiming, "It's really goddamned hot in here," she proceeded to peel off her clingy tee-shirt. "I hope I won't be offending anyone. It's just that I like to work in comfort."
It took a fair degree of effort for Papa Jax to remain cool. "There's no prudes in this house. At least, not at the moment." Margo smiled her thanks and fanned her beautiful boobs with her hands. Both Papa Jax and I couldn't take our eyes off the taut flesh of her upper body. Even though her titties were a good deal bigger than mine, they stood up proudly of their own accord. Her nipples were extremely large and her brownish-pink aureoles were the size of quarters. As she walked across the room to where the silent air conditioner stood, her luscious tits swayed gently. They were almost hypnotic to watch. I heard Papa Jax draw in his breath. Margo heard it too, but pretended she hadn't.
Calmly and efficiently Margo removed the outer housing of the conditioner. She then worked at removing a smaller, inner panel. Both Papa Jax and I could' see that she was having somewhat of a problem. "Sometimes these damned things get really stuck tight," she said.
Then she turned and asked if Papa Jax would mind giving her a hand. "Not at all," he said. Then, politely, he added "I hope the sight of a naked man won't bother you."
"Oh, it'll bother me, alright!" she retorted with a laugh. "But it won't offend me. There's a lot of difference between the two."
Papa Jax and I exchanged a quick glance of admiration at the young woman's open, easy manner. Then Papa Jax got out of bed and padded across the room to where Margo was still wrestling with the obstinate panel. As he drew close to the blue-jeaned ass of the young woman, his protruding cunt-stretcher accidentally poked into the cleavage of her well-rounded buttocks. I watched as Margo squirmed just a little and then turned to face daddy. As she did so her large, ripe breasts brushed innocently across his hairy chest.
I walked over to join them as Papa Jax worked on the panel. Suddenly it pulled loose and Papa Jax fell backwards. If Margo hadn't been standing right behind him he might have totally lost his balance. She wrapped her arms around him to help him keep his footing. "Wouldn't want you to fall and hurt something," she giggled.
"It wouldn't be the first time," he laughed.
Then he glanced at me with a strange, sort of questioning look and I understood him instantly. I grinned and nodded my head. "Why don't we take a little breather, Margo?" he said softly.
"Sounds okay with me. It's roasting in here," she replied.
There was a moment of silence and then Papa Jax, with a subtle wink in my direction, looked into Margo's eyes. "It could get a lot hotter," he said quietly.
"That doesn't bother me a bit, Mr. Parker," Margo answered frankly.
Daddy put a finger to her lips: "Call me Papa Jax. All my girls call me Papa Jax."
It had come down to the nitty-gritty-as I'd suspected it would from the moment she entered the house. Don't ask me how I knew, but I did.
Margo's eyes v were dancing with delight. "Am I one of your girls, Papa Jax?"
"Only if you want to be, babe. Only if you want to be." Margo cast a glance in my direction.
I just grinned. "Don't worry about me, Margo. I don't have a jealous bone in my body."
Margo now seemed totally at ease. She put her arms back around Papa Jax's neck, thrust her torpedo-like boobs against his manly chest and then kissed him hard and with complete abandon. I moved in closer, enjoying the sight of the two of them turning, each other on so naturally. They were locked in a passionate embrace and I could see their tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths. Margo moaned softly and her hand slithered down to Papa Jax's exposed prick.
"Ohhh ... Papa Jax! Your tool's got mine beat by a mile," she murmured.
I was getting horny as hell myself, just watching them squirm and snuggle against each other. I whipped off the robe and walked up behind Margo, who had her back to me. "Mind if I join in on the fun?" I giggled.
They both spoke the same words simultaneously: "Do we mind? The more the merrier!" I knew that they would respond that way, but I wanted to make sure. After all, I didn't want to appear greedy. I now knew I could have Papa Jax just about anytime I wanted.
As Margo stroked daddy's erect member with a silken, loving motion, I hugged my new friend from behind. My hand crept around to the front of her tight jeans and began massaging her horny little mound. I could feel how moist she was down there-right through the rough material. As I rubbed her crotch with both hands, Margo began to squirm around like crazy. Her lips still glued to Papa Jax's, she hissed, "Put your hand in my pants, Cindy. Stick your fingers up my crack!"
I hardly needed the invitation. The whole scene was beginning to drive me out of my mind with sensual desire. So I went Margo one better! Instead of reaching down into her jeans, I unbuttoned the stud at the top and then slowly pulled down her zipper. Then, once the zipper was down to its lower limits. I took both hands and started tugging at her jeans.
"Oh yeah! That's it! Take my fucking jeans right off," Margo gasped. I quickly did what she asked. But it wasn't that easy. The jeans were so damned tight that I really had to work at it. But it was worth it! As I got them down over her ass I paused for a moment. She had one of the cutest, hardest little bums I'd ever seen. As if in a trance, I put my hands on her firm cheeks and gently massaged them-dipping my fingers in between the crack. Margo just moaned, squirmed, and grabbed Papa Jax's prick in a viselike grip.
"Ahh!" he gasped. "Are you trying to break it off?"
Margo laughed: "Not on your life! It's got some important work to do." I laughed with them and continued to pull the girl's pants down her legs until they were hanging at her ankles. Almost unconsciously, Margo stepped out of the jeans and she was now completely naked-just like Papa Jax and me.
For several long, passion-racked minutes the three of us kissed, fondled, stroked and generally got it on hot and heavy until, finally, Margo broke the spell.
"I don't know about you guys", she gasped, "but I'm overdue for a real workout-and I'd like to suggest that we adjourn to the ... uh ... workbench!"
Papa Jax and I laughed and nodded our heads. Margo was not only cool, sensual and smart as a whip-but her sense of humor really added some spice to the situation.
"Well, no point fucking around," she giggled, taking daddy's tumescent member in her hand and leading him towards the steamy bed. The three of , us tumbled onto the musky-smelling sheets and Papa Jax wound up in the middle.
"This is my idea of a really appetizing sandwich," he cracked.
"Eat away to your heart's content," murmured Margo.
In a split second Papa Jax had reversed his position so that his head rested between Margo's long, sinuous legs. This brought his prick within easy striking distance of the girl's sensual, heavy-lipped mouth. I was lying with my crotch just inches away from daddy's hands and my face close to Margo's-and that splendid, rigid cock.
Then the action started. Papa Jax, obviously taking Margo's "no point fucking around" remark literally, dove face first into the beautiful girl's moist delta and began sucking and slurping as if his life depended on it.
Moaning softly Margo grabbed daddy's cock and stuffed most of it into her greedy little mouth. Meanwhile I busied myself with tickling, licking and sucking his sperm-filled balls. Writhing in pure ecstasy, Papa Jax reached out with his hand and began giving me the finger-fucking of my life.
As our sweaty, slippery bodies squirmed and writhed with ever increasing lust, our moans and shrieks would have raised the dead. Fortunately our house was isolated and well sound-proofed. But, at the moment, we could have cared less whether anyone heard-or even watched.
Daddy's long serpent-like tongue was charging in and out of Margo's creamy box which brought the girl to her first roaring orgasm. Her body arched into the air and began to shake uncontrollably. In the frenzy of her climax Papa Jax's cock slipped out of her mouth, and I quickly stuffed it into my oral cavity without missing a beat.
Moaning and muttering totally unintelligible words of lust, Margo rocketed into a second climax, and I had the feeling that daddy was about to come himself. I was stroking and sucking as fast as I could, looking forward to that warm, powerful geyser of sperm which was going to inundate my mouth.
But daddy obviously had other plans. He pulled his throbbing dong from my mouth and reversed his position again. Margo understood immediately what he was up to and she spread her legs as wide as possible. "PUMP ME, PAPA JAX! PUMP ME FULL OF YOUR MEAT!" she screamed.
He obliged her with a vengeance. Bracing his arms on either side of her body, he started to lower himself down into position. Quick as a flash I grabbed his dick and steered it to the red-lipped, lascivious crack of the lust-crazed young woman. As soon as it slipped between her outer labial lips I let go.
Then, in one long, graceful and powerful thrust, Papa Jax drove his rock-hard pole into Margo's seething pussy. As he touched bottom, obviously ramming right up against her cervix, the girl let out a keening, high-pitched howl which was the horniest sound I think I'd ever heard.
Taking a handful of gorgeous ass in each hand, Papa Jax began fucking Margo with a speed and ferocity I'd never seen before. And she loved it! Eyes wide and mouth agape with pure sexual enjoyment, Margo began meeting daddy's downstrokes with perfectly timed up-thrusts of her beautiful ass. For what seemed like an eternity, the two of them bucked and rocked together in perfect rhythmic syncopation. It was incredible to watch!
And incredibly horny, too, I might add. My own desires were running absolutely rampant so I moved into a position which put my own aching little honey hole directly above Margo's face. She saw my box descending and smiled-never breaking stride with Papa Jax.
As soon as my muff was within striking distance Margo's pink tongue snaked out and up into my red-hot hole. She began an in-and-out thrusting motion which was perfectly timed to daddy's prick-spearing of her own cunt. It was sheer heaven for the three of us and I hoped it would never end.
But it was becoming pretty obvious that something was gonna give. Papa Jax was moaning and straining-fucking away at Margo's creamy cunt with an amazing intensity. "How the hell does he hold himself in check?" I thought to myself. But I didn't have much of a chance for idle curiosity.
My own climax was fast approaching and I had no desire to hold it in check! "BITE MY CLIT!" I screamed to Margo and she immediately set herself to the task. She nibbled and gnawed gently away at my rigid little love button until I thought I was going to explode.
I felt my orgasm starting to claim my entire body and soul and, from Margo's even more frantic motions and moaning, I realized that she was as close as I was. But what about Papa Jax? I wanted him to share it all with us.
At that moment Papa Jax moved into high gear and began sluicing in and out of Margo's box like a man possessed. "GET READY GIRLS! I'M GONNA SPILL MY LOAD!!!" he shouted.
"OH COME, DADDY! COME! COME! COME!" I yelled. Margo let out an ear-splitting shriek as her own soaring orgasm took her and lifted her into the same insane lust-crazed space where Papa Jax and I were just entering.
And then we were all there together! It was a triple climax to end all such climaxes! As my own love juices poured out of my wildly contracting crack and into Margo's eager mouth, I imagined that I could really feel daddy's throbbing ejaculation as he poured his load into Margo! It was that intense! But I knew that my imagination was playing tricks on me out of my desire to really have daddy come inside me. But I knew that as soon as I was on the pill I'd get as much of his wild, thrill-crazed fucking as I could take, so I simply let myself go and enjoyed the ride we were all on at the moment.
And what a ride it was! It took a good ten minutes for the three of us to slow down-and calm down. Papa Jax lay sprawled on top of Margo, his prick still pulsating in the depths of her cunt. Every couple of seconds or so Margo's body would be wracked with shudders and spasms as she descended from her own intensely personal climactic peak.
I climbed down off her face and stretched out alongside her lean, supple body. Then, in a moment m never forget, she began to cry softly. "I've never made such beautiful love in my life until now," she said in a half whisper. "You and Papa Jax are the most incredible people I've ever met. Thank you for letting me become part of you."
Her words made a deep impression on both Papa Jax and me. Papa Jax smiled and gently ran his hand up and down Margo's body, stroking her taut-nippled breasts and toying tenderly with the lips of her love-drenched pussy. "That's about the nicest thing I've ever heard anyone say," he said. Impulsively I kissed Margo hard and passionately on her full, sensuous lips. It was the first time I'd ever kissed another girl in quite that way.
"I just know we're going to be really close for a long time," I murmured.
She smiled, nodded her head and then threw her arms around me. "I know it too," she replied.
The three of us lay there for a long time, basking in the afterglow of our frantic lovemaking. Papa Jax lay between us again and continually stroked our bodies with those sensitive, tender hands of his. Margo and I snuggled up to him as close as possible and planted warm, wet little kisses of gratitude and homage all over his face.
It was Margo who finally made the first move. Laughing gently she got out of bed and pulled on her skin-tight jeans. "I'd better fix that air conditioner of yours," she grinned, "After all, I did come over here for some work-although the workout was a fantastic bonus!"
Papa and I laughed with her and Papa looked over at the clock which rested on a night table beside the far side of the bed. The face was turned away, and when he turned it towards him and looked at the time he nearly freaked. "Jesus Christ on a crutch!" he exclaimed. Your mother will be home any minute now and I've got the strangest feeling that somehow she might not understand what's going on in her comfy little boudoir."
He was trying to be light-hearted about the whole scene, but I ached inside at what kind of feeling must have been pent up inside him for so long. If only my mother would face up to whatever hang-ups she had somehow acquired, she might have been able to overcome them and then . . .
It's only wishful thinking, Cindy, I thought to myself as I watched Papa Jax slip into a form-fitting tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. She'll never change and she just might blow the entire family apart. As these thoughts raced through my mind, I found myself wrestling with old, deeply hidden premonitions which, until now, I'd been able to suppress.
But now I found myself forced to face them head on. If my mother stayed the way she'd become over the past couple of years, it was entirely possible that Papa Jax might have to turn to divorce as a solution.
Divorce-or something far more terrible, I thought.
"Well, that's that! All fixed-and not a bad job if I say so myself." Margo's cheerful voice brought me out of my depressive reverie.
"Thanks for all your help," said Papa Jax, crossing the room to kiss Margo goodbye.
"It was my pleasure entirely," she replied with that impish grin which had captivated me from the moment I first saw her standing on the porch what seemed like years ago.
I walked over to where she was grappling with her tool box. Just looking at her open, happy smile was enough to bring me out of my funk. "Ill walk you to the door" I said.
"Great! I'll give you one of my cards. It's got my home number on it. I hope you'll call me soon."
I grinned: "You bet your ass I'll call! We're gonna have a lot of good times together."
As I started to follow Margo out of the room I turned back and saw Papa Jax standing near the bed. He was lost in his own thoughts-drifting somewhere off in space. But it was the look on his face that bothered me immensely. It was a look of indescribable anguish, sorrow and pain.
The vibe which emanated from him was so intense that I hoped Pd never see him that way again. . ..