Chapter 9
We had hardly sent our customers off to work the next morning when the doorman announced a visitor who wouldn't give his name. "The gentleman says you're in business with him," he said, "and he wants to surprise you all."
"Then send the gentleman up," said Terry tiredly. We weren't ready to receive anyone but we felt benign enough. Over breakfast we had tallied up our takings and found that we were well on the way to a middle-class life style. The remains of breakfast were still on the table and we were in our robes and our hair was unkempt to put it mildly, and when Mr. Porter walked in we almost died! "Oh no, why didn't you tell us!" we cried and the three of us bolted into the bathroom to make emergency repairs. Mr. Porter thought it was all great fun and waited patiently for us to come out.
"I just dropped by to thank you for the fine job you did on my two employees the other day," he said when fresh coffee had been made and we had made ourselves more presentable. "The word has spread to all the departments and efficiency is at an all-time high. In fact, I never suspected mortals could work so well and so hard or I would have tried to provide the necessary incentive years ago."
"That's very nice to know," I said, trying to draw his attention to me. His presence made my whole body pulse with desire. He was so handsome, so distinguished, so utterly "in charge," that I wanted to fling myself at his feet and beg him to take me. Also, I remembered the promise I had made to myself, that I would get myself laid by the first man who entered the apartment. Well, there he was. Now what was I going to do about it? But what could I do with the other two in the same room?
Terry gave me an answer to that question ,when she excused herself and came back wearing the tightest shortest shorts she owned and a T-shirt that showed how tiny her tits were. Only her nipples poked up from the flat planes of her shirt and with her hair combed back boyishly it was very hard to determine her gender. She could be a beautiful boy or a beautiful girl, but whatever she represented to Mr. Porter, he liked what he saw! I could tell the change that came over him the moment she came back into the living room. Suddenly he didn't want to talk with me or Amy anymore, he wanted to know more about Terry, what she thought about life, politics, and sex.
I cursed her roundly under my breath. That sly, sneaky bitch had picked him off right under my nose! And with every move she made he fell deeper into her trap. She smoked with some bravado and she leaned back on her chair, her legs crossed and one arm leaning over the back of the chair, and she kept her voice down low. Oh yes, he was falling for her all over the place, she had gauged his persona accurately. Within half an hour of arriving, Mr. Porter asked Terry if he could talk with her-alone.
Amy and I pretended not to know what he meant, but it was clear enough. I seethed with envy and desire but I kept my face a blank and after he and Terry had gone into the bedroom I grinned at Amy and made wisecracks. Amy wasn't too happy either but for different reasons. She gazed at the door that separated her and Terry and I could tell she wanted to be there, just to make sure nothing Mr. Porter did would undermine her position with Terry. For some reason that made me feel better.
"We can spy on them from the terrace," I said softly, and Amy's face lit up at once. We moved onto the terrace silently and crouched down under the bedroom window to peer in through the slit left by the lace drapes. Terry and Mr. Porter were fast becoming friends. They sat on the edge of the bed and she had her hand on his knee. We couldn't hear what they were talking about but actions spoke a lot louder anyway. Her hand moved up and she undid his zip, extricated his cock, and fondled it while looking him right in the eyes. And as they continued talking she slowly got down on her knees and pressed her face against his rapidly swelling dick. I did my best to keep personal feelings out of this.
That thick, hard cock was rightfully mine! I would make love to it sincerely, not for business purposes. However, Terry had been clever to bring him over so quickly and it would benefit us all if she treated him right.
She certainly seemed to be doing that She gave him head the way a cat does, stroking and nudging his cock with her face, and Mr. Porter leaned back and spread his legs so she could dig into his fly and bring out his balls as well. We couldn't see too much from where we were, just a glimpse now and then, but our imagination filled in the details most vividly. We saw her head move so as to make her lips maul his glans, and we saw Mr. Porter gasping for breath and gritting his teeth when she came too close to bringing him undone. Terry took off his pants while she sucked his dick, his shoes and socks, his tie and shirt, stripping him naked without interrupting the steady, seductive pace of her oral manipulation. I had to admire her skill.
Mr. Porter did nothing but lap it up. He reclined on the bed and let her do with him as she pleased. Terry licked him all over, slowly and teasingly, caressing him and sucking at his skin and rubbing her clothed body against his nakedness. I wondered why she wouldn't undress. She even kept on her sandals!
"Isn't she something!" whispered Amy. "She's doing a whole faggot number on him. I tell you, Gena, that woman is too much for the human mind. She . can do anything!"
"Yes, she's good all right," I agreed. "Oh wow, look at that! He's starting to grab her ass! And look at the way she's playing up to him!" We watched Terry wriggle her boy's ass and cock it up at the distracted man, and pretty soon he was no longer the passive one but the aggressor. Her ass fascinated him. He pressed his face against it and inhaled deeply as if to pick up any odors from that part of her; he caressed her ass and even pushed his unsheathed cock against the tautly drawn denim that came between him and his desires. Her shorts embellished her ass rather than concealing it and for a while it looked as though he was going to fuck her with the shorts on. When that proved impossible he undid the shorts and drew them down at the back, but he was careful to leave the front as it was.
Terry bent over the bed and looked around at him coyly, saying something we couldn't hear. Mr. Porter shook his head and the smile faded from her face. I understood then that she wanted him' to use a lubricant and that Mr. Porter wanted nothing but raw meat. His knob was already at her ass-hole and pushing to get in. Terry tried to reason with him but then she gave up and grabbed her cheeks with both hands to make her ass-hole as big as possible.
"This is getting me so excited!" exclaimed Amy under her breath. "Come on, Gena, let's play with each other the way we used to."
I had been more than happy to watch Mr. Porter act out his fantasies up until then and I had gone so far as to live them with him in my mind. But when Amy propositioned me a wave of nausea welled up in me. I didn't want to masturbate anymore, I didn't want to finger-fuck or suck pussy, I wanted to be fucked by a real, living man! It was all I could do not to snarl at her. "No, let's not," I said, controlling my voice. "I want to see exactly how Terry will handle this situation."
"I see. You don't want anything more to do with my body?"
"It's not that. Later, later." I waved her away impatiently, hoping she would take the hint. Mr. Porter's cock was getting places within Terry's backdoor and her groans now became audible even to us.
"Well, okay honey, if that's the way you want it But just remember, when you want me don't bother to ask."
"Oh, what the hell is the matter with you I" I said, stung by her silliness. "You and Terry are forever sneaking off to have private parties without me and then you're surprised if I don't rush over whenever you see fit to fool around with me. I know you like Terry better and I don't mind. But don't play games with me."
"Who's playing games! Anyway, forget it, I don't even want to make it with you anymore." She turned back to the window and the subject was supposed to be closed. It ran on in my mind, though. I was surprised by the force of my antipathy. I really didn't want to have anything more to do with women. It was cock or nothing, and if I couldn't have Mr. Porter then I would have the next man to come into our place. Nothing else mattered
I looked through the window again and kept my attention on Mr. Porter. He was fucking Terry hard and fast, holding on to her waist and driving his cock into her boyish ass with thudding strokes. My sphincters contracted in sympathy. Her shorts were around her knees by now but he made no attempt to feel her pussy, nor her tits for that matter. He just mounted her like a dog and fucked her like she was a bitch. When he came I went back into the living room and poured myself another cup of coffee. Amy had one, too, but she wouldn't talk to me.
When the young lovers emerged, Mr. Porter looked like a changed man. No longer was he as poised, as in charge, as before the visit In fact, he acted like a teenager in love! He resented our presence now and kept drawing her aside to whisper private words into her ear. Terry played up to his infatuation with calculated charm. But to some of his whispers she simply shook her head dismissively.
"I'm offering you the world!" protested Mr. Porter, no longer concerned with privacy now. I was surprised by his petulance. "All you have to do is move into my private apartment at the Porter budding and live the life of Redly! Now why should you refuse that?"
"Simple. I'd have no independence at all. Why don't you just come visit us here; we can have a good time," Terry replied.
"I don't want all those other guys pawing you and making it with you! I want you all for myself. Listen, you'd be independent you'll be as free as a bird as long as you're absolutely faithful to me."
"Out of the question."
Now Mr. Porter started to get angry. Jealousy burned in his eyes. His face turned red, and he clenched his fists as he yelled: "You'd better be more agreeable to me, bitch, because I'll have your little operation blackballed overnight if you don't! I'm offering you a good deal but if you don't take it you'll find that the alternative is zero, nothing, povertyville!" That gave Terry food for thought. She lit a cigarette slowly, playing for time, and after a long puff she nodded.
"Okay, that's all very well for me, but what becomes of my friends? They need me here for fantasy nights and for protection-"
"Screw them!" Mr. Porter stood up and glare down at Terry. "All I want from you is yes or no!"
"Yes," she said, her voice meek now that he had out-bargained her. "I'll just pack some things and I'll come with you. Can you have the rest picked up later?"
"Certainly." He sat down again and grinned to himself. I wondered how much of his rage had been an act, the consummate businessman at work. Amy looked like her world had come to an end. She started to cry and rushed into Terry's room, shut the door, and began to plead with her not to go. But I knew Terry had found the deal she had been looking for, she wouldn't change her mind for anyone. Sure enough, when Terry left she left without a word to her former friend and lover, nor to me. She and Mr. Porter walked through the door arm in arm, and Amy and I were alone in the world.
Before she could begin to lament her lot the phone rang and someone made a booking for a short evening session. To her credit, Amy took it and even sounded sexy as she did so. But as soon as she hung up her face began to crumple again and she rushed into her room to have a good cry. I just felt numb. We could continue the business without Terry so long as the patrons were happy with the two of us, and so long as they paid without wanting a show of force. What was the alternative? A typewriter, that was what, back to the grind, taking shit from henpecked executives and everybody else. No thanks. At least men were nice to us these days and they treated us with a measure of awe, even, a far cry from secretarial days. Besides that, the money rolled in and that was hard to resist.
Amy seemed to reach the same conclusion. She came out of her room, took a long shower, and when she was dressed she looked back to normal. "I want us to forget about that little fight before," she said. "We're on our own now and we have to cooperate if we're to make it." I shook her hand and found myself liking her a great deal again. She smiled and told me she was going out for the day. "A bit of shopping and a movie will make me forget about that two-faced bitch," she said with a hint of emotion. "At least she left us all the profits."
"She could afford to," I shrugged. Amy left and I lolled about in the bathtub for as long as my skin could stand it I dressed in a fresh, sexy outfit, cleared the living room up and put the dishes into the sink, put on some music, and suddenly the future looked quite bright again. I was singing to myself, dancing a few steps, and gliding into euphoria when the doorbell rang. I froze! Now was the time to put my resolution into practice. If it was a man I would fuck him, no two ways about it! Unsteadily I made my way over to the door and opened it slowly. "Daddy!"
"Hello baby, I was in the neighborhood and I thought I'd see how you were doing." He didn't notice how pale I'd gone. I closed the door after him and followed him into the living room. "My, this place looks nice. You girls certainly know how to live." His words came to me as from a long way away. I moved through the apartment completely preoccupied with my inner turmoil. I managed to fix a drink for both of us, though, and I sat close to him on the couch, leaning against his strong body for comfort. Vaguely I wondered what we would do in the future when Daddy barged in on us when we were entertaining a customer, but that could be fixed with the doorman I guessed. We sipped at our drinks silently and gazed out over the terrace at the city basking in the warm sun and I felt more content by the minute. But then Daddy revealed the purpose of his visit.
"Your mother and I used to have a rich love life," he said without warning, "but that stopped after you were born. It happens sometimes, a woman is so delicate. Anyway, I've learned to make up for that in little ways, a few movies, a call girl now and then, some porno magazines, you know, just a tidbit here and there to keep my juices flowing." I was staggered to hear him talk like that and I must have been staring at him in horror because he laughed and said: "What, didn't you think your father was interested in such base pursuits? I'm just a man, baby, just a man. To get to the point, however . . The smile faded and he lit up a cigarette nervously. "The point is that I went into an adult book store earlier today and I happened to drop a quarter into one of the movie machines...and there you were!"
"Oh," I said. I simply didn't know what to do. I clutched at my drink and waited for him to hit me or upbraid me, whatever he wanted.
"Wed, I said to myself that these are the seventies, that people from my generation aren't able to understand so we might as well accept. But I was shocked, baby, shocked to the marrow."
Tm sorry, Daddy.. . "
"No, not shocked at your behavior, just at my reaction." He toyed with his drink for a long time and when he finally looked at me his face showed a dot of strain. "You look so much like your mother when she was young and we were first married. What days they were! We made love in all sorts of places and in all sorts of positions, and I never realized how much I missed those days until I saw you naked and playing up to that camera." He was sweating now and his glass was empty. I refilled it for him. "Do you understand what I'm saying to you?" he asked softly.
"Yes, Daddy." I was moved by his words but also deeply excited. My resolution stood firm and he was helping me to keep it that way. "And I want you to know that I will do anything for you, anything you want. I love you, Daddy." I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms about his neck to make sure he understood what I was saying to him. He turned slightly and embraced me, too, and we stayed in that position for a long time as if to acclimatize to each others' bodies.
I reveled in his familiar smell, the roughness of his cheeks and the strength of his arms. All at once I felt like a little girl again hugging him for comfort and finding such tranquility within his arms that I never wanted to leave them again. I snuggled against him and sighed contentedly, but then I remembered I was no longer a little girl and my fa-there had other ideas about me now. His hands caressed my back slowly and his thigh was against mine, pressing with some urgency. My heart beat faster as I realized exactly what I was in for. Father and daughter-surely that couldn't happen!
But I wanted it to happen, I wanted him to push on, to seduce me, to take me every way he wanted so that I wouldn't have any say in the matter. To make the first move, however, was out of the question. All I could do was make myself available. His hands were ranging more widely now, coming very close to my ass now and then, but his progress was far too slow for me. His embrace began to stifle me and his lovemaking was way behind my needs. Why couldn't I make the first move? After all, it was very clear that he wanted me and I certainly wanted him! Oh, to have Terry's guile! Now his hands moved back to the safety of my shoulder blades, the only totally non-erogenous parts of my body. I could tell by his labored breathing that he wanted to kiss me and touch me and take me, but he was as scared as I was. How would Terry handle a situation like this?
I freed myself of his embrace and stood up. "No, Daddy, you don't want to do this," I told him. "You ought to think about it more."
He stared at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, then jumped up and took me into his arms. "No, baby, I do want you, I know it with every fiber in my body. Only I'm afraid what wdl happen to the two of us afterward. Wdl you hate me for it? Will I ever be able to face you again? Oh baby, it's so hard to make decisions."
"Then do what you have to, Daddy," I said softly but firmly. He continued to hold me for a minute or so but then his hands began to move with more conviction. He touched the rise of my cheeks and squeezed them softly with both hands, kneading my flesh and working his pubic bone against my belly, and with every squeeze and bump I felt my body dissolving into a jeUy of bliss. My trick had worked and Daddy couldn't be stopped now. He would take me and love me! His fingers loosened the belt holding my shorts up and then they slipped in between the waistband and my ass to grab hold of my naked flesh. In response I pressed my body hard against his and echoed his urgency.
"That's beautiful," he murmured. "You don't know how good that feels, Gena, to have a firm, smooth ass in my hands again and to feel your firm breasts pressing into my chest. God, it makes me feel like a man after all these years! I knew this would happen some day; you were a beautiful baby and you kept on getting more beautiful by the day. How is a father supposed to resist that? Tell me that!"
"Don't fight it, Daddy," I whispered, nuzzling at his ear lobe. "I've been wanting this to happen for a long time, too. Just make love to me like I'm Ma when she was a girl, do to me what you used to do to her."
"I will, I will!" He let my shorts slip to the floor and as soon as I had stepped out of them he laid me out on the deep pile carpet and began to kiss my exposed belly and thighs with such ardor that I could feel my first climax well up from way down inside of me. I still had on a top but I knew he would get around to taking that off sooner or later. For the moment I was more than happy just to be adored so passionately. His lips sucked at my flesh and his tongue flicked out as if to taste my body, circling my pussy but coming in closer every time, working me over until that first climax reached its peak and exploded like a burst of colorful fireworks, with a soft "pop!"
He plucked at my pubic hair and breathed in the tangy aroma of my cunt, and I kept looking at him through my lashes just to feel the thrill of being loved by a real man. He was close to the center of my cunt now, so close that the inner muscles began to contract violently and juices were secreted by the pint, or so it felt And when he dove face first into the split of my pussy my whole body arched upward tautly and my pelvic region began to shake uncontrollably. "OOOOHHHHHH DADDIIIIEEEEEEI!" I heard myself cry out. "MAKE MY DREAMS COME TRUE, OH YES, OH GOD YES, THAT'S THE WAY-AAAAAAHHHHH!! " His tongue felt thick and long, and it slithered up and down and in and out my cunt, and I wanted to turn myself inside out so he could eat all of me! But that wasn't necessary. Daddy was burrowing into me like a mole, sucking and licking and opening my cunt up so wide that it was almost embarrassing. His fingers joined the fun now, poking and fucking, relieving his tongue inside my hole occasionally, or titillating my clitoris at a furious pace, all to drive me around and around the bend.
"That's how I used to make love to your mother," he panted, drawing himself up to lie beside me. "And when I was done she would lass me deeply and suck her cunt juice off my fingers." I did just that, drawing his flavored spit into my mouth and swallowing it with perverse relish, and when he presented his fingers I sucked them in precisely the way I would suck a cock. "Ah yes," he said, as if entertaining a particularly cherished memory, "like mother, like daughter. That's how she used to do it, putting that extra bit of tongue into it."
I seized his hand in mine and held him tight while I gave each of his fingers an expert blow job, and he used his other hand to stimulate every part of my pussy. I kept my legs far apart for him, just for him, one over the back of the couch, the other on the floor, and I poked it up at him to let him know it was his to do with as he pleased. He fingered it and caressed it, he toyed with the hard little clit and the swollen lips, and all the while he fed me his fingers and groaned as though they were actually cocks.
The time had come to move further. I wanted him to experience my breasts in full, I wanted him to suck on them, to taste the fruits of his long-ago labors, and with that notion dominating my mind I got up off the couch and reached behind me to undo the top. Daddy leaned back and watched me with a broad, fuzzy smile. His cock made a tent out of his pants and I kept my eyes on it when I slowly took off the last item of clothing. For its sake I teased my father a little, hiding my tits with both hands and turning my back to him while I peeked coyly over a shoulder. "Come on, let's have a look at them," said Daddy, his voice hoarse with lust. And so I spun around with a fanfare and revealed the full bounty of my tits. "Wow!" he breathed. "They're even bigger and firmer than your mother's ever were. Come here, baby, and let me love them."
I pressed my tits into his face and worked them into his mouth one by one, letting him suck and nibble at the nipples, groaning when he sucked a mouthful of flesh in so hard that it chafed against his teeth, and jiggling them when he stopped for a breather. "Now you," I said, biting at his ear. "Take off all your clothes-or do you want me to do that?"
"You do it," he said. "I don't think I can stand up right now, there's no blood left in my legs." I took off his jacket and his tie, and hung them up very neatly. Even though I was bursting with curiosity and desire, I wanted to prolong this moment of suspense for both of us. Besides, each time I went over to the other chair to lay out his clothes, I had a chance to make my tits and ass move sensually for him. In a way I was showing off his own handiwork, and I wanted him to proud of me and of what he had done. I wanted to be a good daughter in every way. And his towering erection was the best graduation present any girl could have. His shirt came next. I paused briefly to caress his broad chest and to brush my face against the small clump of hair in the center. My hands caressed him until they found his nipples and then my fingers came together into pincers to twist them briefly just to let him know I wasn't all sugar and spice. A trail of hair led down the center of his hard belly and pointed into the direction of that single-masted circus tent I followed it down to the belt then pulled away and looked him in the eye. "Now for the shoes," I said.
"Hurry!" he said, but I could tell he enjoyed the suspense as much as I did. It was his turn to squirm uncomfortably. Behind us a soft breeze blew through the open windows and cooled my pussy down enough to keep me stable. I kneeled down and undid his shoe laces with the same care I had lavished on his other items of clothing, removed them one by one, took off his socks, and spent a minute or so massaging his feet holding them so they made contact with my cuntal fur. His big toe insinuated itself into the cleft and worked around until the inner moisture had spread to the outside. And when he heard my pussy squelch he said: "Now for the pants. I can't wait much longer, Gena, I've got to get back down on you."
"Why didn't you say that in the first place! Stand up." He stood up and I remained on my knees, reaching up to undo the belt and zip. His pants slid down his legs like the seventh veil and caught the tip of his cock on the way down. Briefly it pulled the hard, fully-extended phallus down with it but then the pants lost their hold and his cock reared up so enthusiastically that it slapped back against his belly. "Oh wow!" I exclaimed. Everything else was forgotten, only that magnificent cock with its thick ridge and heavy veins, the bulbous glans and the heavy, hairy balls, mattered. Daddy stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside, and for all his eagerness to go down on me he wasn't about to stop me from doing what I wanted to do. My arms went around his hips and I pulled in close to him so that his balls dangled against my face. Warm, sweaty, manly fragrance filled my nostrils, rough hairs and silky-smooth skin, hard flesh with blood pulsing potently through it. My tongue licked out at whatever came near to it, I burrowed in and up between his powerful hairy thighs, and sucked at those pendulous balls. Daddy held my face in place and carefully sat down on the couch again, his ass well over the edge, his legs wide apart, and now his hands relaxed their grip and stroked my hair ever so slowly.
I worked my way up just as slowly. There was no forgetting that this man was my father, the man whose sperm had triggered off my life so long ago, the man who had always been around while I grew up and out of innocence, and now he was to be the man who would puncture the vestiges of innocence once and for alL This was the man of whom I had dreamed so secretly that the dreams had remained subliminal for most of the time, surfacing only when they grew too heated and turbulent to be contained. Ah yes, I had rehearsed this moment so often and for so long, longer than seemed possible given my ignorance of men and sex. When my tongue crept up along his tall penis and shimmied right up to leave a wet trail behind, when my hands cupped his heavy balls, when my nose breathed in his smell, the sensations fitted right in with those I had imagined during long, solitary nights and during boring classes. My body was coming left and right the way a leaky water bag spills its contents. But my mouth kept doing its job the way I had learned with Terry and Amy, suckling the big cock, licking it under that fleshy awning, pressing my lips hard against the rubbery glans, sucking him until he became too restless. Then I knew it was time to stop. I didn't want him to blow. The men who had come into my mouth or Terry's or Amy's mouth, had lost that sexual elation all of a sudden. They usually didn't want to play anymore, were inclined to put their clothes back on and to be serious. I didn't want that to happen to my father, not just yet
The way he reclined on the couch was perfect for my intentions. I stood up and. straddled his hips. He was watching me with a mixture of emotions, yearning and apprehension, but I knew he wouldn't resist my final advance. Slowly, carefully, I lowered my ass over his erect cock, and I reached down to hold the magnificent member in place so it would make contact with precisely that spot at the lower half of my pussy that would yield to it and swallow it whole. I couldn't breathe or think, I was just acting on instinct, but it worked! I felt the thick knob push into my cunt I felt the lips fold in hair and all to go with the intruding prick, but when I rose and fell once more the fluid of my pussy had been smeared over his knob and that made it easier for him to get past the labia. Ah, yes, that was the way, once more, a few more curtsies and he would be right inside. I had my fingers crossed. If something happened to interrupt this fuck I wouldn't be responsible for my actions. Amy was well advised to get heavdy involved with her shopping!
The juice had made his cock slippery and it rode past my labia and deep into my cunt, but only half of him was inside when I took away my guiding hand. The rest would come by itself, I figured. Daddy had his eyes closed and he rested his hands on my hips,' squeezing the soft flesh there absently. His hips thrust up weakly because he was in a bad position to do much of anything. That was the way I wanted it. With determined motions of my ass I worked my cunt right down and around his dick, and when every last inch had been stuffed into my body I let out a wild cry of delight that echoed through the room and then I wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck-only Daddy grabbed hold of me very tightly and made me sit perfectly still for a minute. His teeth were clenched and he was breathing with difficulty. "Just wait," he hissed. "Don't make me come just yet."
Perish the thought! I waited until his face relaxed again and then, billing and cooing, working my ass just right, I began to fuck him so as to make him fuck me. Daddy took that as long as he could but I could see his passions were rising fast. Just as I thought he was about to make me sit still again he seized me by both arms and threw me down on the couch without taking his cock out of me. I was completely taken by surprise and when he hunched over me to start fucking in earnest I felt a delicious, cold fear crawl through my bones, the menace women feel when physically stronger men take charge of their fives for a period. I was his now, there was nothing between us, his cock was pounding into my pussy and his pubic bone bounced against mine until my clitoris felt pulped and burned with lust-filled ecstasy. I heard my screams and moans, I felt my body tremble and climax, but I was outside it all, floating about in euphoria and watching as my father fucked his daughter.
He was like a bull, a ram, a brute, fucking me through the couch and into a storm of climaxes that had me tossing and turning blindly, and when I finally came out of the other side of it he was still laboring on top of me but I couldn't come anymore. Everything was warm and tranquil. With a detached sensibility I constricted my cuntal muscles and made him blow every drop of semen out of his body and into me. I felt the bursts of cream splash against my innards, felt him filling me up and the squelches of cream bubbles as his cock pumped air into me with it. He was sweating profusely and I was covered with his sweat. His teeth had sunk deep into the flesh of my neck but the pain was merely a glowing pinpoint in a field of bliss. And in the long silence that followed our lovemaking I began to gather my thoughts into some land of order.
It had been wonderful, better than anything I had dared hope for. But couldn't another man do the same for me? The novelty of sleeping with my father had doubtless accounted for some of the pleasure but a skilled lover could produce as much, if perhaps with more effort And had the quality of my pleasure been so different from that which Terry had produced in me? What about the dildos, were they inferior by comparison? I wasn't ad that sure.
Of course I gave my father the benefit of the doubt but I reached no conclusions.
Daddy got off me and found a towel with which to wipe himself down. A rivulet of sperm trickled out of my cunt onto the couch and when he saw that he quickly stuffed the towel down there. He looked very sober to me somehow. I decided it would be as well to get dressed without any further ado. He wasn't in the mood to play, that was for sure. And when we were both dressed and he had fixed us a drink each, he began to explain himself: That was great," he said hesitantly, "and I really enjoyed it but.. . well, you can't go back, memories put themselves out of reach by embellishing themselves, if you know what I mean. I'm sorry, baby, I shouldn't have forced myself on you. I'm going to forget that movie machine, I'm not going to ask you what you do them for or how else you make pocket money or how you can afford to live in this apartment. I just want us to be friends. So come visit me and your mother often, all right? We won't come here. Will you visit?"
"Every weekend, Daddy," I said, kissing him fondly. "I'm glad this has happened but I understand what you mean."
That's good, that's good." He finished his drink, adjusted his clothes and hair, and kissed me paternally. "Well, I must be going. See you soon then."
Mechanically I tidied up the apartment and washed up. Everything was in order now. Amy and I would continue in this business, doing everything with everyone for profit and pleasure. Whether she felt the same way I did didn't matter to me. All I knew was that I could hardly wait to get laid again; and the cash afterward would be like an additional orgasm! "Yes sir," I said to no one in particular, "I'm going to be the best whore the world has ever seen!"