Chapter 8

Phil had his cock out now and was staring at it. So was everyone else in the room.

"Nice, huh?" he asked, waving it playfully at the three girls.

"Not bad," Tina sniffed. "I've seen better!"

"I'll bet you have," Phil answered good-naturedly.

Carol stared at her father's weapon. So this is what had caused her all those years of grief!

It didn't look so threatening now. In fact, it looked kind of friendly! But Phil was concentrating on Tina's face. He longed to shove his cock between her lips.

"Hey, Tina!" he called across the room to her. "How much would you want for a blow-job?"

Tina looked at him. She had never been so openly propositioned before in her entire career in the sky. But somehow, because it came from Phil, she was not offended.

"How much is it worth to you?" she countered.

Phil thought quickly. He had several hundred dollars cash in his wallet.

"A hundred?" he asked her.

Tina was thinking.

"Go on!" Lila urged. "Do it! I'd like to watch!"

"Yeah," Carol chimed in. "Suck my Dad's cock. That'll be a gas!"

Tina was sorely tempted, as much by the money as by the fact that she wanted to please her audience.

"One hundred and fifty," she told, Phil.

"Okay," Phil said. Shit! He would have given her everything he had, if she had asked for it.

Tina came over to the couch and dropped to her knees in front of it. Lifting the cock in her hand, she began milking it slowly back and forth before placing it in her mouth.

Lila had moved closer to Carol, putting her arm around her as though they were two girls peering into the bedroom of their parents.

Tina was going to town now on Phil's cock. She was getting so involved in what she was doing, her own hips began moving back and forth in rhythm to the sucking motions she was applying to Phil's prick.

Lila looked at Carol. She wanted to eat out Tina while Tina was sucking on Carol's old man, but she didn't know how to bring this up.

But Carol also had the same idea and she was inching towards Tina. Lila went right along with her, and as she realized Carol's intentions, a flash of jealousy swept through her body.

She wasn't sure whether or not she was jealous that Carol might get the first few licks in, or that she wanted to eat out Tina at all. She decided it was a mixture of both.

Tina had Phil's cock halfway down her throat now. Her eyes were closed and her mouth never stopped moving. She wanted to bring him off quickly, pick up her money and get it on with the two girls. Opening her eyes for a second or so, she saw Carol approaching her. She got fully on her knees so that her ass and cunt were jutting straight out from her back into Carol's face.

Carol began licking Tina's cunt and Lila, feeling totally left out, promptly chomped onto Carol's twat.

Phil watched the long line that stemmed out from his joint and a thrill rippled through him. He held Tina by the head, wondering how it was a lesbian could be such a good cocksucker as well.

Must be their oral orientation, he thought, guessing around wildly for some sort of explanation that would soothe his ego as well.

Tina had his balls in her mouth now. She would suckle one and then the other, letting them drop out of her mouth one at a time like fat plums. Then she tried stuffing both of them in her mouth. Her increased erotic devotion stemmed from the sensations she was receiving simultaneously from Carol's mouth at her cunt.

Tina dug group sex. It seemed like such a friendly thing to do. In fact, if she wasn't so preoccupied, she would have gone to the phone and called a few people. As it was, she could hardly believe that she hadn't slept in two days! She was as full of energy as she could be and Phil, was the happy recipient of her increased ardor.

He knew that he would soon come and he didn't want to, just yet. At his age it wasn't always easy to get it up anymore and when he did have it up, he liked to keep it that way.

He watched Carol's face as it disappeared between Tina's thighs and wondered how he could have been so lucky to have such a fine daughter. How many other men were they, he wondered, who could say that they received a blow-job from their lesbian daughter's friend, who was bi? His heart swelled with as much pride as his cock which was about to erupt into Tina's mouth.

He began rutting back and forth on the couch, pushing his hips in and out as his cock disappeared deeper and deeper into Tina's throat.

Phil had heard that some girls had been killed this way, choking, to death on a lodged prick. These stories had always filled Phil with wonder, but now that his own cock was firmly wedged down Tina's throat he knew that nothing short of an earthquake would have moved him.

As for Carol, she could feel Lila's mouth on her cunt and she realized that this was only the second time she had been to bed with Lila. How odd, she thought, that they should be making it under these circumstances! Yet, that's exactly the way things always usually happened, not like they did in books!

Even though she had her tongue dug in Tina's cunt, she loved Lila nonetheless. And for the first time in Carol's life, she lost her desire for exclusive possessiveness and understood how these things were possible.

She also understood Lila better now too. Knowing that Lila might want to fuck around with others, yet still be faithful to her in her own fashion, gave Carol great hope that their relationship could survive.

She felt Tina's hot bush hairs steaming onto her face, covering her nose and filling her mouth with her juices. She pretended that she was eating out Lila, for that was what she really wanted to do.

Then why the fuck not? she asked herself. As suddenly as the thought had occurred to her, she ceased eating out Tina's box and turned to reach for Lila. Assuming the 69 position, Carol licked and lapped away at Lila's hole, happier than a pig in shit.

Tina missed the attention shown to her aroused cunt and she swung her body around so that Phil could finish what his daughter had started. Being so close to climax himself, Phil was happy to plunge his face between Tina's thighs and ream her cunt with his expert tongue.

The music in the background never broke for commercial interruption and for this all were grateful. How disturbing that would have been to them when all four welcomed the background it provided to their own lust, fueling their fantasies with memories and hopes for the future.

Phil longed to fuck Carol for old times sake. It was his theory that once they had repeated the traumatic experience of their first encounter both would be free to go on from there.

But he was nearing his climax now and was about to shoot his load down Tina's throat. He opened his eyes and looked over at his daughter. If he shot half his load down Tina's throat and sprayed the rest over Carol's body he would make contact, however small, with her.

The come was roiling around in his balls now, threatening any second to erupt in a molten lava of semen. Squeezing his eyes shut, Phil gave himself over to the exquisite pleasures that racked his being.

Splat! Splat! Splat! His come shot out of his cock and splashed against the insides of Tina's mouth. Tina didn't mind sucking cock, but hundred bucks or no, she wasn't about to swallow his seed.

When she started gagging on the bitter fluid, Phil seized this opportunity to aim the remaining spurts at Carol. Carol felt the hot sticky gism hit her naked back and stopped eating out Lila long enough to stare at the crazed, glazed look her father wore in his eyes.

"I love you, Carol!" he shouted aloud.

Carol was too astonished to answer and Tina's angry command that Phil return to her cunt ended any exchange father and daughter might have shared.

Inspired by her father's heroic attempts to communicate in his peculiar fashion with her, Carol resumed eating out Lila's cunt with relish.

Lila hadn't understood what the interruption was all about. She was too intent on the business at hand and her own approaching climax.

She lapped away at Carol's cunt, sticking her fingers into her hole and feeling Carol's vaginal muscles tighten around them. As far as she could tell, Carol was very close to climaxing and she wanted it to be good for her in appreciation of this free trip to San Francisco.

Chris and her life in New York seemed very far from Lila at this point and she dreaded returning there.

Just then, Carol's writhing body became even more spastic. As she thrust and ground her hips and squeezed her thighs even tighter around Lila's head, both girls exploded with intense, clitoral climaxes.

Later, as all four sat together sharing an after-dinner drink, Tina sat counting her money.

She was seriously considering going into the cocksucking business. As far as she was concerned, cleaning up after passenger's vomit was a lot worse.

"You got any horny friends?" she asked Phil eagerly. She felt close to him and free to ask anything.

Phil smiled. "Yeah," he told her. "But honey you'll have to swallow their come if you expect to command those high prices!"

"Maybe I'll lower my price," Tina said thoughtfully.

"Why don't you learn how to develop a taste for come?" Lila piped up cheerfully. Tina made a face. "Look who's talking!" she jeered. "You probably never sucked a cock in your life!"

Carol listened to this exchange and thought about the implications of consciously sleeping with her father. But she wanted him to suggest it. Never in her life would she give her father the impression she had missed his scene!

Phil gave Tina several numbers to call and Tina carefully wrote them down in her address book. "At least it's better than dealing in dope," she said. Though the real reason Tina didn't deal was because too many of her friends had been killed doing it!

"Come here, honey," Phil invited, patting the spot next to him on the couch. "Why are you pacing around like a caged animal? You should be relaxed after what you just went through," and he gave Lila a warm smile.

Lila smiled back at Phil. She wished she had a father like Carol's and wondered why Carol acted so strangely around him.

"Would anyone mind if I went for a ride with Phil?" Carol asked suddenly. She was tired of being in the hot apartment.

"Fine with me," Tina said. "I'm about ready to get some shut-eye."

"Me too," Lila said.

Carol looked sharply at Lila, thinking to herself how the minute her back was turned, Lila would probably fly into Tina's arms. And then she realized that it didn't make any difference. Lila would be faithful in her fashion and nothing Carol could command of her in that direction would change anything.

Phil and Carol left the apartment then, Phil's heart racing. He was happy she had spoken first, not wanting to rudely suggest she leave her friends.

"I like that Lila," he said as they rode down in the elevator together. "I'm glad I got a chance to meet her."

"I am too," Carol said. Then another thought occurred to her. "Do you have any friends in advertising out here?" she asked. "I mean, do you think I could move out here and work?"

"I don't see why not," Phil answered, leading the way to his car.

He drove to the Golden Gate and crossed into the town of Sausito.

"I thought you'd like to see the city from the other side," he explained, parking the car.

"I guess that's what you had in mind when you took me to Europe," Carol said ruefully.

When Phil saw how gracefully she was taking what he knew was a painful experience for her, he reached out and pulled her close to him.

"I've got a good view from my penthouse," he told her, starting the motor on his Porsche. "Let's take advantage of it."

They roared back across the bridge, each busy with their own thoughts. Once up inside Phil's apartment, Carol did admire the view, but she hadn't begged off from the company of Tina and Lila to look out the window.

"Don't you have something to say to me," she began.

Phil kept his gaze averted from her. "Yes," he admitted. "I'm sorry."

"That's all?" Carol asked, and Phil thought to himself that she was as cold as her mother.

"I had hoped," he began slowly, keeping his face averted from her gaze, "that if we made love now it would help you over that experience."

"I've given it a lot of thought too," Carol admitted, "but I don't think it's necessary."

"But I'd like that very much," Phil insisted. "I really would!"

Carol couldn't help but laugh. "I'm sure you would, Phil," she said. "But I'm not sure I would!"

"But how are you ever going to know if you don't try!" Phil said. "Come on, Carol honey. Give your old man a piece!"

He was looking her full in the face now, his eyes imploring. What if she refused him?

"Look, Dad," Carol said, lapsing by error into the use of a term she rarely applied to her father, "why don't we just shake hands and forget the whole thing?"

"You mean it?" Phil asked, eager to accept any terms that would erase his guilt.

Carol stuck her hand out and shook her father's palm firmly. "Yes, I do," she said, giving it an extra shake for emphasis.

"But what do you want from me?" her father asked, "now that I've fucked you up?"

"You haven't fucked me up at all," Carol said. "In fact, I can't remember being so happy. Nothing in my past can compare with the joy I feel right now."

"I hope you're not just saying this to avoid hurting my feelings," Phil said, but he felt relieved not to have to carry out his weird experiment.

"Look, Phil," Carol said. "Hi grant you that you might have fucked with my head, but as long as I can forgive you and you can keep the money coming, I can get over it."

"Well, you've changed," Phil said. "I can remember when you wanted to earn your own way."

"But I do want to earn my own way," Carol insisted. "What comes from you is only a bonus. Don't worry, someday.! might pay you all back."

Phil hugged her. "Okay, honey," he said.

Carol looked at her watch. She yearned to return to Tina's apartment and Lila's arms.

Saying goodnight to her father, Carol took advantage of the deserted streets to appraise the city. She didn't feel frightened in Frisco as she did in New York, even though she should have been. Just as she was about to turn into Tina's apartment entrance, a shadow moved behind her.

"Hello?" Carol cried. "Who is it?"

Her heart was pounding faster and faster. How was it she was always getting into shit like this? Couldn't she live a normal, simple life like most people. Did everyday have to have the drama of a Mary Hartman?

For an answer to her pleas to know who was behind her, a hand covered her mouth and dragged her towards a parked car. Tossing her inside as easily as a feather, the car sped away.

Carol struggled against this new indignity to her well-being, fighting vainly to identify the two men who now had her life in their hands. She hoped they didn't plan on raping her.

"Who are you!" she cried, but all she got was silence for an answer.

"Where are we going?" Carol asked. Again, no answer. Finally the car stopped at a warehouse and Carol was dragged unceremoniously out from the back seat. The next thing she knew, she was in a small room with a naked light bulb hanging off the ceiling. Two men were sitting at the table playing gin rummy and a woman wearing a mask was also there.

Even with the mask, Carol knew this was Elizabeth, her mother. She must have had me followed, Carol realized. This was a day and a half of confrontation for her!

Maybe she could get rid of the bugaboo of her mother as easily as she had with her father. It was worth a try anyway.

"Hi, Mom," Carol said.

The face behind the mask moved sharply.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked, removing the mask to reveal the disappointed face the mask had done much to conceal.

"Mom," Carol pleaded. "I know you never liked me, but why this? And why now!"

"Now is as good as time as ever," Elizabeth said crisply. "All right gentlemen," she said to the two thugs that had brought Carol into the warehouse, "you may go now." And she handed them each an envelope.

"Oh come off it!" Carol shouted. "You've been watching too much television."

"I've never liked you," her mother said, "and your continued existence has now meant a financial inconvenience as well."

She looked at the two men who were still sitting at the table though they had put the cards away.

"This here is Dr. Candle," Elizabeth went on. "He is ready to sign you into a private sanatorium unless you sign your inheritance over to me."

Carol thought quickly. Which was more important to her, her freedom or the money? Was one possible without the other? Would Lila like her if she was poor and had to work in advertising for a living? Shit! She HAD to find out.

"All right," she said, her voice heavy with resignation, "I'll sign."

Dr. Candle pushed a paper towards her and Carol hastily scribbled her signature on it, hoping it was the correct paper.

Elizabeth's mood became all expansive and happy now that Carol had been so easy to break.

"Can we give you a lift back to that stewardess's apartment?" she asked as though they had become the best of friends.

Carol accepted their offer. She would have preferred to walk, but as her last stroll had turned out so disastrously, she decided against it.

"Let me out here," she ordered as they pulled onto the street where Tina lived. "I want to walk the rest of the way."

Though her encounter with her mother hadn't been as successful as the one she had had with Phil, Carol still felt a pang of remorse as she said goodbye to the frivolous Elizabeth.

"I hope you enjoy your ill-gotten gains," she said sarcastically getting out of the car.

Elizabeth didn't answer. She was firmly held by the so-called Dr. Candle who was embracing her.

Filled with disgust, Carol resumed her walk towards Tina's apartment and the waiting Lila.

As she strolled along, feeling that at last she had rid herself of the only true bugaboo left in her life, her spirits began to lift. She would tell her father all about the true nature of her encounter with Elizabeth of course, and he would probably arrange for her to get her money anyway, but she didn't care.

She was looking forward to starting off fresh in Frisco and if Lila wasn't ready for her scene, well, fuck Lila too.

Because she had neglected to take a key .from Tina she was forced to wake her up to open the apartment for her.

"Oh," Tina said, rubbing her eyes. "It's you."

Carol stepped quickly into the apartment hoping to catch Lila doing something, but Lila was asleep on the couch. Not wishing to bother her, but barely able to contain her news for the next day, Carol swallowed her eagerness and accepted Tina's offer that she sleep with her.

As she fell off to fitful dreams, Carol vowed to herself that from now on things would be different in the way she related to people. No sooner had she vowed this when Tina was nudging her.

"Stop yelling in your sleep!" she complained.

Carol awoke with a start. "I'm sorry," she said. "What was I saying?"

"I don't know, honey," Tina yawned, "something about killing Elizabeth or some chick."

Carol reached for Tina. "I like you," she said. "Hold me tonight. I don't feel good."

Tina took Carol into her arms, hoping that her amorous desires wouldn't start at this ungodly hour of the morning! But Carol was asleep before she could even give it a second thought.

The next day when Carol woke, Tina was gone and Lila was making her breakfast. Carol sat in the little breakfast nook and watched how Lila was trying to make her happy.

She decided now was a good time to lay the bomb on her head that they wouldn't be having any money much longer.

"You mean you gave into your mother's demands just like that?" Lila cried.

Carol studied her carefully. "That's right, I bought my freedom."

"Oh," Lila said. "Well, I guess I can always get a job to help out."

She sat Carol's breakfast in front of her. Carol reached up to grab Lila around the waist, kissing her on her tits.

"You're great," she told her. "You mean you still want to be with me, even though I'm not Miss Rich Bitch anymore?"

"Yeah," Lila said, feeling uncomfortable. "I do."

She was shocked herself. But the time she had spent with Carol had been so much fun for her, Lila had decided to stick with her until something better came along.

After breakfast they explored the city ending their excursion in Phil's apartment.

Phil listened to Carol exploits and decided that maybe Elizabeth was right and Carol was nuts after all.

"Well, I wouldn't worry about it," he said. "I've got enough on that bitch to make sure she doesn't get a fucking dime."

"Say!" he boomed. "How would the two of you like to live here? I'm rarely home and it will be just like your own apartment."

Lila was about to blurt that that sounded great to her, but she looked at Carol instead.

"No thanks," Carol said. "I'd rather have my own place. No offense Dad, but I know you'll understand."

"Hey! I've got it," he said. "Why don't the three of us have dinner. My treat," he added expansively.

They ate at Ernie's and then went to Tina's to get their luggage. Though it was too late right now to find an apartment, Carol insisted on moving into a hotel with Lila.

"Okay, honey," she announced when the porter had set their bags down. "This is it. Just me and you from now on! How does that strike you?"

For her answer, Lila went into Carol's arms. "Let's go to bed," she suggested, tugging at Carol and trying to maneuver her onto the large mattress. As far as Lila was concerned, Carol was the closest person she had ever found to Eileen and she hoped they would be together forever.

As they undressed and climbed into bed, the phone rang.

"Oh shit!" Carol exploded, moving her mouth away from Lila's tit and reaching for the phone.

"Yeah?" she grumbled into the mouthpiece.

"Carol!" a woman's voice said. "It's me, Ellen!"

"How the fuck did you know where I was?" Carol demanded, not at all pleased by the interruption.

"Phil told me," Ellen said hurriedly. "Listen is Lila with you?"

"Who wants to know?" Carol asked suspiciously. Shit! Would they ever escape then-past? She was beginning to doubt it.

"Chris," Ellen replied.

At the mention of Chris, Carol's tone became even more guarded.

"No listen, it's all right," Ellen was saying. "I just want you to tell that little bitch that she had better forget about Chris because the two of us are back together."

Carol looked at Lila, lying impatiently a few inches from her side.

"I'm sure the last person in the world that Lila is thinking about is Chris," she said dryly.

"Oh?" Ellen said. She sounded disappointed.

"Well," she went on, "I can't talk much longer. Chris only lets me make one phone call a week, and this is my phone call for this week."

"Well I'm glad to hear that," Carol said. It amused her to think how Chris and Ellen most have had to swap roles entirely to set up that arrangement. One thing Carol was determined to do was not get into any role-playing at all with Lila. They would start out on the right foot and hopefully they would end up there.

"Well, goodbye," Carol said, replacing the mouthpiece in its cradle.

She didn't hear whether or not Ellen answered. Turning to Lila, she didn't even care.