Chapter 2
Bobby was just coming out the front door of Carla's house when Bill Reynolds, Carla's father, pulled into the driveway. It had been a long, boring day at the office, and Bill was ready for some excitement-something to help him unwind.
What he wouldn't give for a good fuck with a hot chick right now! He looked at Bobby with envy. What Bill wouldn't give to be young and free again-young and unmarried, with all the chicks in the world to fuck, and his whole life ahead of him!
"Hey, Bobby, how ya doing?" Bill shouted.
Bobby waved. "All right, Mr. Reynolds."
Bill got out of the car, ripping off his tie in the process. He flung the tie onto the front seat. Like taking off a slave collar, he thought to himself.
"How many times have I told you not to call me Mr. Reynolds?" Bill said with a laugh. "Call me Bill. I'm not as old as you think."
"OK, Bill," Bobby said. "Well, I'll be seeing you."
"What's the hurry?" Bill asked. He marched up next to Bobby and laid his hand on the boy's shoulder. "It's only three o'clock. Why aren't you and Carla doing something together?" He winked. "Why aren't you up in her bedroom right now teaching her a few tricks-if you know what I mean?"
Bobby blushed, hiding behind his forelock. "She's got-a headache."
Bill nearly choked on the stick of gum he'd just popped into his mouth. "A headache? Well, if that ain't an original excuse!" Sounds just like her mother, he thought to himself. He wrapped his arm around the boy's shoulder. "Come on, buddy, let's go for a walk."
Bill led Bobby through the back yard and down the footpath that led to the river. The Reynolds's house lay at the edge of town, and the back yard was flanked by a field. Across the field began the woods. A winding river cut through the woods, the same river Bill and his buddies had romped in as boys. Now, walking with Bobby through the new green of the early summer grass and leaves, Bill felt twinges of nostalgia.
The sandy river bank was bathed in sunlight.
The water was clear enough to drink. The June sun felt wonderfully warm on Bill's back as he stripped off his clothes. His shoulder muscles, tense from sitting at a desk all day, began to relax under the warm fingers of the sunshine. He tossed his dress-clothes on the sand and stood naked in the fragrant air.
As he stretched, Bobby stared at him. The boy looked embarrassed.
"Don't you want to go for a swim?" Bill asked. "No need to be shy around me. Come on. Let me see what kind of a hunk of meat my Carla is getting these days." He tugged at Bobby's jeans. Bashfullest kid he'd ever met, Bill thought.
As if obeying the orders of a drill sergeant, Bobby mechanically stripped off his clothes. As the boy dropped his jeans, Bill was slightly shocked that the kid wore no underwear. Bill had always worn underwear. Maybe this was a new fad with the kids nowadays. Maybe they did it to help show off their dicks to the broads. Bill would have to try it.
"Not bad," Bill said, giving Bobby's soft cock a pat. The kid's dick was a little bigger than his own. "How about a swim?" Bill charged into the water.
Bobby whooped and charged in after him.
Bill dog-paddled around while Bobby swam circles around him. The kid swam like a fish, spitting water and raising hell. The kid came alive in the water. He'd disappear under the surface until
Bill thought he'd drowned, then he'd shoot upward into the sunlight, laughing, his hair dripping like seaweed. He should have been born a porpoise, Bill thought.
The two men lay back on the warm sand, letting the sunshine and air dry their naked bodies.
"When's your birthday?" Bill asked.
"March 20th," Bobby answered. "Why?"
"A Pisces," Bill said. "Just what I figured. You swim like a fish."
Bobby laughed. "It's my favorite activity-swimming.''
"You sure about that?" Bill asked. "Most guys' favorite activity is fucking."
Bobby blushed and sat up. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. Even sitting, the boy didn't have a crease in the skin of his belly. He was perfectly lean.
Bill patted his own belly. Not like Santa Claus yet, he thought, but it's beginning. Bill envied the boy. Then he remembered-when he was a teenager he was just as lean. He resolved to get back into shape, starting today.
The boy was silent.
"It's not what you're thinking," Bill said. He slapped Bobby's ass playfully. "I didn't bring you out here to beat the shit out of you for fucking Carla. Shit, I just wanted to find out how she is. I mean, is she a good lay?"
Bobby played with his toes. "I guess," he mumbled.
"You guess?" Bill sat up. "You sound damned enthused." Bashfullest kid in the world he thought. "That little girl of mine is one wild hunk of chick, if I ever saw one. Now, tell me the truth-how many times have you laid her?"
"Laid her?" Bobby whispered.
"Laid her. Fucked her. Shoved your cock up her cunt. Don't be afraid to tell me. She takes the pill. I ain't afraid of her getting knocked up."
"She does?" Bobby eyed Bill finally. He sounded incredulous.
"Of course," said Bill. "Her ma feeds them to her like candy. Then the old lady lectures to her not to get laid. Crazy woman-my wife. Now, how many times have you laid Carla?"
"I've never laid her," Bobby muttered, almost too softly for Bill to hear him.
Bill shook his head. Would he ever get through to this timid kid? He put his arm around the kid's shoulders.
"Come on, Bobby, let's be buddies. Shit, I'm only thirty-four. You'll be there before you know it. Don't think of me as Carla's father. Think of me as her brother. There's a lot of guys my age with teenage sisters. Now, tell me the truth. How many times have you shoved your dick up her cunt?"
Bobby pulled away. He stood up and walked toward the water. The late-afternoon sun made his long body golden. His asscheeks were no bigger than grapefruits. His wide shoulders tapered down to a tiny waist. He turned around and faced Bill.
"It's not that I don't want to fuck Carla. It's just that she won't let me. It's like she's trying to drive me crazy. She lets me feel her up, even lets me lay on her. One time she even let me see her tits. Oh, jeez!" The boy paused and rolled his eyes as if he were dizzy. His cock snapped up in the air like magic.
"She's got the biggest, sexiest tits!" He turned away from Bill and stared down into the sun-filled stream.
Bill stared at the youth. Goddamn if the boy wasn't telling the truth! Carla was a fucking little cocktease just like her mother. He'd suspected it for a couple of years now. That's why she could never hold a boyfriend. Boys nowadays didn't have time to fuck around with chicks who played games like that. And damn well that they shouldn't! If he'd only been born eighteen years later-he'd show these cockteasing chicks a thing or two!
"Come on over here, son, and tell me about it." Bill suddenly felt like a consoling father toward the boy. He didn't want the timid youth to end up like he had-married to a woman who wouldn't put out.
Bobby sat down next to Bill, his young dick sticking straight up in the air. The hard pecker tapped against his belly as he recounted all that had happened sexually between himself and Carla since they'd begun going steady a few months ago.
As Bobby talked, Bill couldn't help but imagine his sexy, cockteasing daughter right there in front of him acting out the story. She was a well-developed, hot little bitch. No doubt about that. Her mother had been the same way at that age. It was such a shame that Carla was headed in the same direction as her mother-toward becoming a cold, nagging old bitch.
"I never saw her cunt naked," Bobby said. "But when she spreads her legs with her shorts on, her cunt hair hangs out. And, jeez, it's usually wet, and I can smell it! Man, I'd like to get a taste of her pussy!"
Bobby had lost all his shyness. He spoke as if in a trance, staring straight ahead, muttering the words in a near monotone. His mouth got juicy, and he slurred some of his words as if he were drunk. His left hand cupped his nuts, and his right hand stroked his horny prick.
Bill listened to Bobby's story like a horny teenage boy listening to his buddy describe a sexual adventure. He wrapped his hand around his own cock and pumped it. He was hot. He hadn't been this hot since his youth. After all those years with Bernice, his wife since they were both eighteen, he'd almost forgotten how good it felt to be horny.
He'd given up on Bernice years ago. She'd gone from being a cocktease before they were married to a downright frigid bore after they were married. And somehow, her frigidity had rubbed off on Bill.
Aside from quick jack-offs now and then, and his once-a-month ruttings at Bernice's lifeless body-she was so cold that she sometimes read magazines while he tried to fuck her-Bill had almost given up on sex. But then Carla had reached puberty.
Bill could almost remember the very day Carla had ripened. Her tits burst out. Her ass widened. And Bill could smell her like a stud dog scenting a bitch in heat. On that day, Bill's juices began to flow again. And flow they did, faster and harder, until Bill started imagining himself laying his own nubile young daughter. Oh, Christ, how he wanted her!
"I'd spread her legs wide," Bobby was saying. "I'd grab her ankles and force her into a full split, like some cheerleader. And then I'd shove it in. Wham! Right up her hot juicy cunt. And I'd fuck the shit out of her. Jeez! And then I'd come. I'd blast her. I'd shoot her so full that the jizz would bubble out of her mouth. Oh, man, wow! I'd fuck her good. Sooo good! Ohhh, jeez, I'm coming!"
Bobby jerked, falling backwards onto the warm sand. His long legs kicked high into the air and spread wide while he pumped out his hot young jism all over his brown belly. His skinny ass bucked in the sand. His spurting jism flashed in the sunlight. He moaned as he came, kicking his legs at the sky.
"Mmmmmm, ohhhhh, jeeeeez, yessssss! Feels so good!"
Bill snapped out of his daze momentarily. Carla's dancing figure faded from his imagination, and Bobby's bucking teenage form blasted into his consciousness. The boy's white jism spurted in buckets all over the dancing ridges of his muscular brown belly. The scent of the boy's jism was stimulating. Bill felt his own jism bubbling up in his balls. He closed his eyes.
"Carla," he whispered. "Carla, baby, fuck daddy! Spread your cunt for Daddy."
Carla appeared before his closed eyes again. She wiggled toward him, her naked tits bouncing, her sexy hips gyrating. She reached between her legs and spread her hairy teenage cunt. Pussyjuice dripped from her fingers.
As Bill lay back, Carla straddled his loins. Her pussyjuice fell like hot rain over his vertical cock. She grabbed his hard prick and guided it into her hot young body.
"Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me, daddy!" She wiggled her ass and rode him.
Bill's hot jism uncoiled in his nuts and shot out of his cock in hot streams. Like Bobby beside him, he'd fallen back on the warm sand. His loins humped uncontrollably as he pumped his hot jism over his hairy belly. He imagined shooting straight up Carla's young cunt, straight up his daughter's young cunt!
It felt good. He hadn't had an orgasm this intense since his blue-balls days before he was married. He felt like a horny teenage boy again. He chuckled as a stray spurt hit his chin. He was shooting jizz like a boy again. He stretched his legs wide in the warm sunshine. He let go and shot, not caring where his jizz landed. He imagined shoving his whole head up Carla's hot cunt. Goddamn, this is living, he thought to himself.
After washing up in the cool stream and letting the fragrant breeze dry their bodies once again, the two satisfied young men got dressed. Before they left the riverside, Bill wrapped his arm around Bobby's shoulder. He ruffled the boy's thick brown hair. He liked the boy-wouldn't mind having him for a son-in-law some day.
"Hang in there, buddy," Bill said. "You'll get a taste of her pussy soon-very soon, if I have anything to say about it."
The boy wrapped his arm around Bill's back. "OK-Bill," he said. "I'll count on it."
The two men grinned at each other and headed home.