Chapter 5
In the bedroom upstairs, however, Wendy was far from asleep. In fact, she had been standing by her half-opened bedroom door for about twenty minutes, straining to hear what the muffled voices in the living room below were saying, and it was only the sight of her father's shadow preceding him -into the hall that had alerted her to his coming, so that she'd hurriedly closed the door all the way. Once she was certain he was gone, though, she opened it again. She frowned as she realized that the door to the living room was now closed She couldn't hear a thing.
"Why doesn't she go home?" the brown-eyed teenager thought resentfully. "Why is Daddy letting her stay so long?" It seemed like forever since her father and Miss Harper had let themselves in the back door, though it was actually less than an hour. And now everything was quiet in there. What could they be doing? she wondered fretfully, unconsciously nibbling on her fingernails with anxiety.
Suddenly Pete Haney's crude revelations surged into her mind. Looks like your father's getting his share, Wendy ... Her heart beat faster at the forbidden thought. Was that terrible woman tricking her father into something? Maybe ... maybe the silence in the living room meant that they were kissing or ... or doing other things, things like that man had made her do to him. But that was impossible. Her father would never do such awful things. Would he?
All at once, she thought she heard someone talking again. No, no it wasn't talking, she decided, straining her ears to hear. It was more like a cry, or a groan. Something about the alien sound made Wendy's body tighten with tense curiosity. She had to know what was going on in there. She had to.
Being careful not to make the slightest sound, she crept down the stairs, her young body scantily clad in baby-doll pajamas, shivering a little with the chill of the summer night air. But the brown-haired fourteen year old scarcely noticed the cold, for her attention was riveted to the closed living room door. She felt a strange excitement as she tiptoed toward the door, as though she were about to discover the answer to some deep mysterious puzzle. Also, she had never spied on her father before, and the thought that she was -about to watch him without his knowing it was oddly thrilling.
"Ohhhhh, Warren, that feels so good! Oh! Oh! Yes!"
Wendy stopped frozen in her tracks as Brandie's words reached her. They weren't loud. In fact, it sounded almost as though she were trying to whisper, but couldn't quite control her voice. If Wendy had been upstairs behind the closed door of her room, as she knew she should be, she wouldn't have heard a thing.
The nearly naked adolescent's body shivered at the strange sound, and as soon as she was sure no one had heard her, she padded down the last few steps and crept stealthily to the door. Then she crouched down to press her eye against the keyhole. Her eyes opened wide at what she saw inside. Daddy and Miss Harper were both naked, and they were standing in the middle of the living room, kissing and running their hands all over each other's bodies!
Then, as they came out of the kiss, Wendy saw what it was that had made Brandie cry out so strangely. Her father had his fingers up between her legs. He was touching her there, just the way that man in the car had done to Wendy! The secretly watching teenager began to feel the sharp tingling sensation in her own little pussy again at the unbidden memory, coupled with the lewd sight her unprepared eyes beheld through the keyhole. In fact, it felt as though there were a thousand little humming birds all fluttering around at once in her stomach. So overcome was she by the sudden pleasurable sensations that it didn't even occur to her for the moment to be jealous of Brandie, or even very aware of her at all. For there was something much more compelling to watch, at least to the inquisitive eyes of Warren's daughter.
For, as the two illicit lovers stepped back from each other slightly, Wendy found her eyes riveted to her father, to the huge thick shaft of flesh that jutted out obscenely from his thickly curling brown pubic hair. For the first time in her life, she was gazing at her father's naked cock!
Oblivious to the fact that his every move was being observed by his daughter from her cramped position in the hall, Warren gently eased Brandie's nakedly glistening body down onto the couch. His impulse was to throw himself on top of her immediately and thrust his huge cock all the way up into her belly like a jackhammer, but he restrained himself, although with difficulty. He wanted it to be good for her, too, this first time. He wanted her to know he was a good lover, that he really cared for her, enough to hold back his own pleasure until he was sure that she was right there with him, all the way.
Once she was lying down, therefore, he positioned himself between her legs, but instead of placing his lust-thickened cock at the entrance to her already moistly palpitating vagina, he squatted back on his heels and ran his hands down the full length of her naked body, from her full, round, melon-like breasts, over her smooth white abdomen and softly flaring hips, down to the curly light tangle of pubic hair at the juncture of her thighs. Then, placing his thumbs on the soft cushions of her vaginal outer lips, he slowly spread them apart, stretching her taut passion-flushed pussy-flesh so that the tiny red bud of her clitoris jutted out like a soft, dewy blossom. He massaged the sensitive button, of flesh for an instant with his thumb, then, still keeping his hands in place, bent all the way down so that his head seemed to his eavesdropping daughter to be buried between Brandie's legs. Opening his mouth, he put out his tongue and slowly licked her glistening pussy, starting at the bottom, close to her tiny puckered anus, and working leisurely upward to her visibly throbbing clitoris, which he finally seized between his lips and kissed, sucking hard on it and darting the tip of his tongue over it in a back-and-forth motion.
Brandie's face contorted in an expression of agonized pleasure, and she bit her lip and dug her fingers into his. naked shoulder to keep herself from crying out. Then suddenly her back arched like a bow, her fleshy buttocks rising off the couch as her pelvis lurched upward to meet Warren's lewdly probing mouth and tongue. put in the hall, Wendy watched the obscene acts taking place in the living room of her house with horrified fascination. So intense was her concentration that the brown-haired teenager could feel almost every thrill of pleasure that wound through the neighbor woman's obscenely writhing frame as her father ran his thick wet tongue over her nakedly exposed pussy. With a rush of vicarious excitement, Wendy's own tender pussy was throbbing heatedly, and she could even feel a growing circle of mysterious moisture seeping down onto the surface of her sheer, ruffled pajama panties. Almost absent-mindedly, her small hand slipped down between her legs to touch the sensitive part of her anatomy that suddenly seemed to be responding with a will entirely its own. Unconsciously, her developing young body began to sway back and forth in rhythm to the lewd bobbing of her nakedly kneeling daddy's head, still lodged between the smoothly sculpted columns of Brandie's widespread thighs.
Something about the scene was awakening in her the dim shadow of a memory, something she couldn't quite totally recall, but which filled her delicate young body with intense thrills. Her jealousy of Brandie and her anxiety to keep the sultry blonde away from her father were nearly forgotten, so entirely absorbed was she in watching the two obscenely writhing bodies on the living room couch.
Now her father had shifted his position. He raised his head from between Miss Harper's parted thighs, and Wendy could see that his lips and chin were glistening with a dewy wetness.
Since her own pubescent cunt was also drenched with a sticky dampness that spread over her fingers lightly, even through the material of her thin yellow baby-doll panties, the inquisitive adolescent immediately assumed that the substance which her father was now wiping away with the back of his hand was the same thing. The thought that he had had his mouth down there both horrified and thrilled her. She began to imagine that the fluttery sensations taking place in her own tender pussy came from a man. An almost unbearable rush of pleasure over her whole thinly clad body accompanied the lewd image, and with trembling hands, the keyhole-peeping teenager suddenly plunged both of her hands down inside the tight elastic waistband of her baby-doll pajamas, all the way down to the naked flesh of her sparsely haired pussy. Arching her body to get a better view of what was happening in the living room, she began eagerly fingering herself, scarcely able to maintain her balance with the sharp trembling her lusty little fingers produced as they rubbed crazily up and down her palpitating cuntal split. It felt good, so good, better than anything she had ever felt in her young life. The only thing that could surpass it, she suddenly realized, would be ... would be if her daddy were licking her up and down in that secret place, the way she'd just seen him do to their neighbor!
Now Warren was balanced on all fours between Brandie's widely splayed legs, and his swollen cock rubbed maddeningly against the desire-heated surface of her small vaginal entrance. Grinning down at her, Warren let the lust-filled tip of his bulbous cock-head slide tantalizingly up and down her sex-hungry pussy-slit, driving her nearly out of her mind with the desire to have the long thick rod plunge deep up into her lewdly pulsing vaginal softness.
Brandie had almost never in her life experienced such irrepressible feelings of sexual craving. Usually it was she who teased and then withdrew, driving her partner wild with lust-inciting gyrations and caresses until he was at a fever pitch of excitement. But this was different. She felt helpless against the uncontrollable waves of naked lust that Warren was creating in her flailing limbs and pleadingly outstretched pussy and her body was consumed with the need to have his blue-veined staff thrust deep inside her hungering vagina, filling her belly to the limits of her capacity and beyond. She raised her hips higher and higher, pursuing the heavy rod of flesh as it danced teasingly up and down her pulsing vaginal furrow, trying to get him to end her torment. But his throbbing cock continued to tease her tortured flesh until she clawed wildly at his back, begging him in a raspy voice.
"Please, Warren ... please ... oh God ... please take me ... take me now!"
The thick rubbery head of Warren's penis stopped its incessant rubbing between her lewdly grasping cuntal lips and slid down until it was poised just above the tiny pink entrance to her cunt. His hands slipped beneath her whitely trembling thighs, drawing them up so they splayed outward and nestled around his waist, her heels digging into his taut-muscled buttocks for support. He let his thick-girthed penis part her light curly pubic hair and edge itself into the soft hot wetness that surrounded the incredibly tight opening, searching, burrowing, sliding inward.
His muscles started jerking involuntarily and he had to push ... push hard against her, feeling the softness of her pussy-mouth give as it opened to admit his massive hardness. The little hair-fringed orifice between her open thighs gave way willingly, and in one sudden thrust, Warren rammed his lust-bloated cock halfway up into her steaming vagina.
"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" she moaned reflexively, in spite of her desire not to make any noise. She couldn't help it. She had never felt anything like it. Her cuntal walls, swollen with desire, clamped tightly down onto Warren's thrusting rod, and the movement of his lustily rummaging penis was almost painful. It felt so big inside her, thicker than anything she'd ever felt before ... and she'd felt a lot of them! It even hurt each time he flicked his hips forward, driving relentlessly deeper into her stretched and straining passageway with every lewd stroke. Higher and higher he went, -and the blonde call girl, despite all her sexual sophistication, had to grit her teeth to stifle the low moans of pleasure-tinged pain escaping her lips.
The handsome widower felt a surge of masculine pride and potency at her sensual response, and for an instant, he held himself perfectly still, savoring the keen sensations of pleasure swelling in his athletically trim body. His body arched, with his blood-engorged penis lodged high up in Brandie's greedily clutching vagina, and his blood pounded crazily in his brain. God, she felt good. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to fuck, how soft the pressure of a woman's helplessly clasping vaginal muscles around the swollen circumference of his rock-hard cock. Pushing himself all the way up over her on his palms, he flung back his head and closed his eyes, then began moving his hips slowly so that his thickly throbbing cock made lewd little circular motions deep inside Brandie's naked cunt. He was teasing her, and teasing himself, too, wanting to prolong the unbelievable delight of this first encounter as long as possible.
Outside in the hallway, little beads of perspiration broke out on Wendy's forehead as she watched the lewd scene taking place in her living room. Her eyes were wide with fascination as she tried to get the best possible keyhole view of her virile father screwing his big penis deep into their neighbor's obscenely upturned body. She had never seen even a picture of two people making love before, and so every detail was equally fascinating to her. The sight of Brandie lying naked on her back, the shimmering flesh of her usually haughtily upthrust breasts falling softly outward toward her upper arms, her long white legs spread wide and curling up around her father's back, excited in the young brunette teenager a sudden sensation of kinship, a recognition of her own womanhood. She, too, would one day lie like that beneath a man, she knew it suddenly, with a wordless knowledge that came from deep inside her, older than she, timeless. The thought sent a jolt of wild desire knifing through her young adolescent body, and she had to bite her lips to stifle the groan of sexual longing that hung suspended there.
Her hands were still pressed tightly against the increasingly damp flesh of her innocent young pussy beneath the thin baby-doll panties she was wearing, and it seemed to the heatedly aroused girl that her whole being was centered in that palpitating area up between her slender thighs. It was all hot, and sometimes her belly contracted suddenly in a way that felt very good, but strange, as though her body had suddenly developed a will of its own. The heat was spreading in ever widening circles, all over her nearly naked body, making her pussy-lips suck inward with unrecognized lust, and the excited teenager wriggled instinctively against the tightly pressed hand, her round little buttocks bobbing in a lewd back-and-forth motion.
But why did Brandie cry out like that? Did it always hurt so much? she wondered, her brow furrowing in alarm as she saw Brandie's face contort in something like pain and heard her moaning uncontrollably as Warren entered her again. "No ... no, it couldn't, Wendy was sure of that, she knew it somehow. The shadow of a memory flitted across her mind, but the aroused child brushed it away, channeling all her attention on her father and Brandie Harper, Her father! Wendy could hardly believe how beautiful he looked, all naked, with every muscle of his back and shoulders down to his buttocks, strained and taut as he began thrusting slowly in and out of Brandie's welcoming pink vagina. He looked like the statues of Greek gods she had seen in her history books in school. The inquisitive teenager let her eyes rove at leisure over his muscular body. Dimly she knew that what she was doing was wrong, but she didn't care. She just couldn't go back to bed now. In fact, the instinctively sensed wrongness of it only added to the dark excitement she was feeling. Her breathing came faster as she watched through the keyhole, and she moistened her dry lips with the tiny pink tip of her tongue. Almost unconsciously, her outthrust middle finger began slipping and sliding between the moist cushions of her sparsely fringed pussy lips. Delicately she traced the line of her untried cuntal furrow, delighted with the warm shivery sensations her hands created on her naked flesh.
What did it matter if what she was doing was wrong, she thought dreamily. It felt so good. Besides, what daddy was doing to Miss Harper was wrong too, wasn't it? And he didn't care. It must feel good to him, too, otherwise he wouldn't do it. Maybe sex didn't have to be right to feel nice. That man in the car hadn't cared that what he was doing to her was wrong. Her daddy had been terribly angry at him, she remembered, but now he was doing even worse things to someone else.
It was puzzling, but the curvaceous teenager didn't let it occupy her mind for very long. Her wetly probing middle finger was working its way up, up into the narrow little split of her virginal pussy, and her whole body trembled with the delicious feelings that coursed through her quivering young cunt. While her eyes were riveted to the lewd scene inside the living room, she was all at once seized with a new idea. Quickly she pulled her hands away from the moistened crotch band of her sheer pajama panties and lowered the flimsy garment down over her slender hips and legs. Setting them down carefully on the floor beside her so she wouldn't forget them later, she kneeled down again on the floor with her eye glued to the keyhole. Then she lowered her hands to her now naked pussy flesh and resumed the titillating caresses up between her legs that were exciting her so. She smiled to herself as this new, lascivious idea took her over completely, for in the young teenager's imagination, she was not crouched obscenely outside the door of the living room, wantonly fingering her virginal pussy while she watched her father lewdly skewer the lady across the street with his long thick penis. No! She was a grown-up woman whose body was moving back and forth and up and down, just like Brandie's. Wendy's fingers slid slowly and experimentally up into her own desire-heated adolescent pussy, first the middle finger only, and then, because the hard, stretching sensation felt so nice, her index finger too. She began moving them in and out, just the way her daddy's cock was moving in and out of Miss Harper's nakedly upturned cunt, adapting her speed as exactly as possible to the rhythm she could observe between the two gyrating adults on the living room couch.
In a bizarre mixture of depravity and innocence, Wendy was pretending, wafted away on a fantasy as only a child can be. In her mind's eyes, she was lying back on the cushions of the couch, her legs spread wide, her eyes looking adoringly up at the naked body of the man who was her father!
Inside the living room, Warren had long since ceased to hold himself motionless over the ravishing blonde neighbor's body and, urged on by the hungry clutching and clawing of her hands at his back and buttocks, was plunging in and out of her wetly clasping vagina in long hard strokes. Slowly at first, he pulled back all the way until his thick and ruddy cock-head nearly slid out of her heated cuntal entrance, and then forward, all the way up between her thighs until he could feel his blood-swollen cock rubbing against the hard nub of her cervix and his sperm-tightened balls, against her buttocks. Gradually he increased his momentum, carefully holding himself back so that he wouldn't cum too soon, as his whole body had been aching to do from the instant he had first penetrated the beautiful blonde who was now writhing almost uncontrollably beneath him, her blonde hair flying in every direction as she flailed her head about on the cushions of the couch, and her bare heels digging frenziedly into his fast-pumping buttocks.
Resolutely he shut his eyes to block out the sight of her lusciously wriggling body, lest the visual stimulus, added to everything else, should make him cum. He wanted her to be right there with him, and that was worth waiting for. He could feel that she wasn't far away from her own orgasm. Christ! She went off like a pistol from the second he first touched her.
Now he drove himself into her full force, then rotated his pelvis lewdly, driving the voluptuous blonde wild with desire, i
"Uuuuuuunnnggghhh!" she groaned, clenching her teeth and twisting her hips beneath him to intensify the sharp sensations of lusty pleasure that were rapidly consuming her burning flesh.
"Oh Warren, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
The sex-driven widower was shocked, but not at all displeased by her obscene outburst. He had never heard her use any language that wasn't ladylike, except for an occasional damn or hell, and the idea that she was so carried away by passion as to plead shamelessly and explicitly for what she wanted only increased his enjoyment of their torrid coupling. His wife, although a warm and loving bed partner, had always been a little on the prudish side about expressing her sexual pleasure verbally, and Warren found Brandie's frankly lusty words as effective as a powerful aphrodisiac. With an animal-like growl, he began driving his rigidly pulsing cock deep up into her cunt like a battering ram, lifting her lower torso with each deep-drilling thrust.
Beneath him, Brandie mewled with delight and, clutching his shoulders so tightly that her nails made crescent-shaped indentations in his lightly sweat-dampened flesh, she dug her heels into the couch and raised her loins high to meet him, so that each stroke of his lust-powered cock penetrated her even more deeply. This was the way she liked it - hard, hard and mean, like two jungle cats clawing and biting and half-tearing each other apart.
And Wendy, watching from the hallway, was also seized with an excitement that consumed her whole body. Her breath was coming faster and faster, and her nearly naked body was trembling and flushed all over. She had no power now to stop the wild gyrations of her hips and hands as they clutched and probed each other, her fingers diving wildly in and out of her tight, slippery cunt. Her mouth hung open,- and her pubescent breasts blossomed like small round balloons beneath the sheer material of her baby-doll pajama top.
"Ooooohhh," she sighed breathlessly, scarcely making a sound in the quiet hall, "Ooooooohhh, Daddy!"
Her buttocks bounced lewdly as she knelt there, driving her young girl's cunt down hard onto her own rigidly questing fingers, setting off skyrockets of carnal feeling deep, deep inside her jumping belly. She was on the verge of her first orgasm ...
No ...no it wasn't the first! Not the first time she'd felt this delicious sensation in her adolescent loins! Suddenly, it came back to her in a rush of dreamlike memory. The man in the car, he forced her to suck his cock and then - then he had done things to her, things that made her feel quivering and excited all over, until she was writhing and wriggling against him in abandon.. And she had loved it! Loved every minute of it! And wanted more!
The explosive recollection triggered a climax of lust in the kneeling teenager's young body, and her pelvis jerked and twitched convulsively in the first throes of orgasm. At the same moment, the moans and cries of her father and Brandie Harper became louder, as they too, reached the crest of desire. The ravishing blonde's pelvis lurched upward trembling all over and grinding down on Warren's thickly probing cock, her face contorted with erotic ecstasy.
"Ah ...ah ...aaaaahhh!" she cried, unconscious now of the need to be quiet. "I'm cumming! Oooooohhh Warren, I'm cuuumminggg!"
Wendy's father, too, had reached the fiery apex of lust as he drove mercilessly into the scalding flesh of Brandie's ravaged pussy. Suddenly his gargantuan cock shuddered as if jolted with a thousand volts of electricity, and in the next second he growled with urgent animal lust as a heated stream of cum burst forth from the parted glans of his cock-head and thrust itself deeply upwards into the ecstatic call girl's wildly twitching cunt. On and on the turbulent release came, catapulting the shameless pair to undreamed of heights of pleasure.
From her hiding place behind the door, Wendy, too, was experiencing rush after rush of galvanic excitement, in perfect synch with her father and his lover. Her ripely budding body shuddered with raging warmth as she rammed her slender wet fingers in and out of her ever-widening vaginal passage, lost in a frenzy of delicious erotic thrills. Nothing she had ever experienced before in her young life remotely matched the wonderful sensations that rippled through her scantily clad body now, and it was all she could do to muffle her instinctive moans and cries of unbridled pleasure, which threatened to give her presence away. Finally, however, it was over, and the disturbed young girl felt the tantalizing sensations slowly begin to ebb away. Through the keyhole she could see that her father and Brandie had passed the high point of their obscene coupling, for they lay quietly together on the couch, their naked bodies still twined together, breathing heavily in the luxurious aftermath of their union. For a moment, Warren's young daughter gazed spellbound at the titillating sight of her handsome father sprawled lewdly across the heaving white body of his new friend. The brown-haired teenager yearned to be in Brandie's enviable position. She knew, now, of course, that Pete was right. Brandie and her father were lovers. She couldn't imagine how her handsome sire Could have let himself be trapped by that neighbor woman's attentions.
He must be so lonely, she thought to herself, so lonely. He must have thought I couldn't make him happy the way mother had, so he had to turn to a woman like her. But he didn't have to ...he didn't have to.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she saw Warren and Brandie begin to stir lazily. Quickly gathering up her limp and dampened pajama panties from the floor beside her, she quietly made her way back up to her bedroom, her slim young body still throbbing heatedly from her self-induced orgasm.
In the living room, unaware that they had been watched by Wendy, Warren and Brandie sat quietly on the sofa, their nakedly exhausted bodies touching intimately, and smoked cigarettes, both pleasantly satisfied and determined not to break the sweet spell of their recent copulation.
"My, my, my ..." Brandie sighed lazily after a few minutes, "it's been a long time since I've felt like that..."
"Me too," the hard-muscled widower murmured contentedly. "Maybe we should do this more often."
"Anytime, lover," the ravishing blonde whispered as she leaned over to kiss the nape of his neck, "anytime."