Chapter 7
On this peaceful evening, Joe Livingston sat in his den, reluctantly poring over bills. People were always complimenting him on his beautiful family, on his gorgeous wife and healthy kids, but did the assholes ever stop to think what it cost to raise a family nowadays?
Most of them knew, of course, but Joe was just being irritable tonight.
For one thing, he was extremely horny. Not for his wife, though. He sort of took his wife for granted after eighteen years of marriage, although Marie was still a luscious, eager piece of ass. Normally, Joe was supposed to go bowling with the boys tonight, but he hadn't gone bowling for months now.
What he had been doing was knocking off a steady piece on the side, a passionate young secretary of nineteen who just couldn't get enough of his enormous prick, and who used to come with loud whoops, like a whooping crane.
The secretary, unfortunately, had just gotten married a couple of days ago, and it came as much of a surprise to her as it did to Joe. Although she didn't strike him as the sweet, faithful type, she told Joe she'd give it a try and let him know how it worked out in a couple of weeks. She'd married a real-estate broker, and the way housing was going, Joe didn't blame her.
Which left him edgy, horny and irritable tonight.
Marie had gone somewhere, to one of her endless meetings, and Tom was out prowling the local ass. Which left Wendy in the house, watching television. Joe guzzled half a can of beer and slapped it down on his desk.
He had a hard-on that felt like nine inches of throbbing pig-iron. His mind Tan over possibilities. There was Harry's wife, but
Harry would be home tonight, for a change. There was a hot bank teller Joe had serviced twice a week for almost six months, but he'd dumped her a few weeks ago, because she was getting too heavy with him. Joe never went back once he dumped them.
There were two other married women that were after him, but Joe wouldn't touch them with kid gloves. They smelled like trouble to his fine instincts. The same for a girl who worked in the library and who'd slipped him her phone number with a fervent little love note. Joe's wife was on the library committee, and that could lead to trouble easily.
Dismally, Joe finished off his beer and lit a cigarette, thinking. He'd replace the secretary, no sweat over that, but it would take a few days. He was concerned about tonight, dammit.
Of course, he could always screw his beautiful wife, but where was the challenge in that?
There was a soft knock on his door and he grunted, "Come in!"
Wendy came in, shutting the door behind her. She came around his desk and stared at him solemnly. She wore a thin T-shirt and tight jeans. He stared at her plump tits with admiration. His girl was growing up, by God, and he felt a surge of fatherly pride. He also felt a sharp tingle in his hammering prick.
"What is it, honey?" he asked patiently.
"I sinned, Daddy," she said.
"What?"
"I did something bad and I want you to punish me. Spank me, Daddy. I deserve punishment."
He sighed. "What horrible sin did you commit?"
"I masturbated," Wendy said, wide-eyed.
Joe's face flushed. Since when was jerking off a sin? If that was true, the whole world would go to hell except for two or three nuns.
"Well, hell, Wendy, that's not so awful," Joe said.
"But Daddy, I lost my cherry! I mean, that's what happens when you masturbate, isn't it?"
Joe coughed, trying to avoid her direct gaze. Goddamn, if he stood up, she'd see his hard-on and faint from shock.
"Not exactly, honey," he told her, red-faced.
"Well, did I or didn't I?" Wendy demanded. Before he could reply, she was suddenly unzipping her jeans. "I want you to examine me, Daddy, and tell me if I did or I didn't. Right now!"
"Your mother is supposed t-to do that, Wendy," he stammered, unable to take his eyes off her as she calmly took off her jeans and then her panties. Now she stood before her father, wearing only her T-shirt, naked from her dimpled bellybutton down. Joe's eyes raked over her softly curved hips, her tawny thighs and curly, golden cunt hairs and silky legs. His prick pounded furiously in his pants.
What kind of a guy would think of fucking his daugher? The moral issues swam in Joe's mind as he gaped at Wendy's soft glowing flesh. She grabbed one of his hands and separated his middle finger.
"Now you tell me, Daddy," she whispered, eyes blazing as she rubbed his fingertip across her juicy wet cuntlips. "Put your finger up there and tell me whether I lost my cherry or not!"
The moment Wendy pressed his finger into her hot, squirming pussy, he knew he was lost.
Moaning, the girl climbed up on his lap facing him now, lustfully pumping her cunt on his hand, oozing warm honey onto his palm. Wendy quickly stripped off her T-shirt and pressed her burning tits against his face* still fucking his finger in wanton swings of her naked ass.
The feel of his daughter's hotly sucking pussy on his finger and her silky tits rubbing against his mouth shattered the last of Joe's control.
With a feverish groan, he sucked on one hot tit, ramming his finger deep in her small cunt to make Wendy shudder with passion. She fumbled with the zipper on his pants and a few struggling moments later had his enormous, throbbing prick in her hands, making sounds of urgent excitement.
As fast as Joe pulled his finger out, Wendy had the boiling knob of his cock rammed in her eager cunt. Delicious, lustful sensations rippled through her pussy at the mere contact of her father's cock. Wendy hadn't had sex for more than six straight hours today. For her tender, obsessed pussy, it seemed like a painfully long time!
"Oh, Daddy, it's so big!" she sobbed. She was about to come, even though Joe had only four pounding inches inside her luscious pussy.
Again, events moved with blurring swiftness in the Livingston household. One minute Joe had been gnawing with frustration, wondering where he was going to get a hot piece tonight and the next, his sweet, passionate young daughter was squriming and thrashing her fantastic little cunt on his prick.
While the girl moaned and jerked lustfully on his cock, pouring cunt juice down along his meat, shooting fierce, delicious thrills over his prick, Joe realized he did not like this position and never had. Even though Wendy's tits were rubbing on his face and he could stroke and squeeze her naked, burning ass in his hands, he could not show his stuff, thrust and pound his huge cock with savage relish in her tiny cunt. Joe felt trapped and immobile like this, in spite of Wendy's fierce excitement. She shuddered and sobbed now with a wild orgasm, whipping her cunt in a growing frenzy on his stiff prick. And it occurred to Joe that she could not possibly be a cherry.
Not because she wasn't tight and juicy, but she seemed to know what she was doing and he hadn't heard a single cry of pain even though his cock was big and hard enough to rip up the finest. A wave of anger coursed through him, mingling with the hot thrills on his cock. This was hardly the time to ask Wendy who took her cherry, but it was a father's rage, deep and protective.
Besides, he felt cheated out of the honor himself.
He shoved his chair back and stood up, carrying his daughter with him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her ass still swinging with lust. Holding her butt with one large hand, Joe used the other to sweep everything off his desk and onto the floor.
He placed her ass on the desk, holding the ripe cheeks firmly in his hands. Now he could lunge, in control of the fucking, and he felt much better. Standing between his daughter's dripping thighs, he began working his long prick deep inside her with slow, relentless thrusts.
Wendy liked the change better, too. She leaned back on her elbows and feverishly tried to ride up her father's thick hard-on like climbing up a pole. She could watch her progress, watch in obscene fascination as her pulsing cunt sucked up his slowly lunging prick, his meat slippery with her juices.
While she was naked, he was still dressed, with his cock shoved out of his pants. It gave the whole encounter a furtive, guilty air that Wendy loved.
"Fuck me, Daddy," she whispered, her tits bouncing and sweating, her ass wriggling in his powerful hands. "Fuck me harder, mmmmmm! Oh, Daddy, Daddy, gooooood!"
Joe's overpowering lust and the feel of her silken hot little cunt drove him on, even though he was shocked. She didn't seem like his innocent, adorable teenage daughter at this moment. This wild-eyed, sensuously fucking little fox was a stranger to him, but Jesus, what a juicy, boiling cunt! Hotter, younger, wilder than anything he'd ever had, including his wife, who was a cherry when he married her.
Now Wendy drew up her knees and dug her bare feet onto his chest, trying to suck more of his burning cock inside her hotly dripping slit. To her feverish mind, it was far more exciting to fuck her ruggedly built father than her strapping brother. She began coming, shaking her naked ass in his hands, stroking her tits in wanton joy, gushing her hot cunt juice over his pumping cock in tiny torrents.
Sweet, boiling pussy! Joe thought, grunting with pleasure as he worked another half-inch inside her madly trembling cunt-flesh. Dog-style was his favorite position, so he could play and watch their ripe naked asses while he battered their cunts, but he didn't want to change while Wendy was spasming and crying with her climax. He knew how to intensify her lust too, which he did now.
Holding her ass with one huge hand, Joe used his other one to tease her fat little clit with his thumb, stroking it rapidly to make the panting girl scream in maddening excitement. She would be a knock-out in a few more years, Joe realized as he fucked her to a brutal, relentless tempo, a dreamy, lusciously curved blonde knock-out like her mother. She'd probably used this tight, wild little cunt to drive men up the wall.
Joe was deeply proud of his staying power. In spite of the silky heat and sucking thrills of her young pussy on his cock, he held his tempo without strain. Once he screwed a woman, particularly if they were married, he had a hard time getting rid of them. Joe concluded that a lot of husbands were selfish animals, who rammed it in and came as quickly as possible. But Joe had found out from talking to his various partners over the years, that even if their husbands did shoot off to quickly, the cardinal sin that left their wives frustrated and angry was to leave them aching for release.
He could feel his feverish daughter's wild cunt beginning to suck up his knot of jism now, powerful, searing spasms of her cunt-flesh greedily trying to drain his load. In spite of his stamina, Joe gasped and hung tightly onto her shuddering hips as he shot off his enormous load of cum, torrents of boiling jism that flooded Wendy's eager pussy, Groaning, he slipped his limp cock out of her trembling cunt. Wendy was quickly scrambling around on his desk, hefting his cock in her fingers and showering kisses on it. Again Joe was astonished at her unashamed lust and greed. His prick was up in less than a minute, hard and throbbing with lewd power.
Standing in front of his desk, he held his daughter's head in his hands as she began sucking him off passionately. Her mouth was a boiling, feverishly sucking mass of fire like her hot little pussy. He'd wanted to question her, find out who took her cherry, and more important, whether she'd told her mother.
Because if she had, and Marie had hid it from him, he'd be in a rage. A guy had a right to know if his daughter was screwing around. But Wendy hadn't given him a chance, starting her fiery blow job the moment he'd shot off inside her. She had her mother's wild passion, that was for sure. Wilder, in fact, and that thought disturbed him. She went at cocksucking with all her feverish attention, jerking his meat in her hot fist while she whipped her churning mouth back and forth, deep moans of lust coming from her throat. God-damnit, she wasn't new at this either!
For a few blissful minutes, Joe basked in the delicious thrills her tight, madly sucking mouth was inflicting on his long prick. It was obvious to him now that she'd come boldly on to him, that her masturbating story was pure bullshit. She'd desperately wanted to make it with him and she'd caught him by total surprise.
But with an eye to the future, Joe realized she was a terrific little piece of ass, a wanton, swinging young animal who was now giving him one of the best blow jobs of his life. Not artistic or teasing or skilled like her mother, but a burning, ball-tihgling assault with her frenzied hot lips and tongue. And where had she learned to suck a cock like that?
She was hunched on her knees on his desk, giving him a wildly thrilling blowjob. Joe stared down at her and knew he'd solved the eternal ass-on-the-side problem for the next few years, anyway. But he'd have to coach her on secrecy, because if his wife ever found out. . . . Joe shuddered, not wanting to think about it. Marie was beautiful, still a loving, juice piece of ass, but so square and respectable and wholesome he knew she'd faint in horror if she ever found out.
As he watched his frantic daughter suck him off, Joe couldn't keep his eyes off her satiny, trembling ass. A vengeful thought struck him. Okay, someone had obviously gotten her cherry first, but had they taken that cherry?
She had a gorgeous ass like her mother, still ripening, but already curved with sensuous, delicious invitation. Joe moved quickly now.
He thrust her head away from his hard-on. Wendy cried out in anger, still clutching his hot cock in her greedy fist. He pried her fingers loose with an effort, marveling at her childish greed. You'd think he was taking away the last lollipop in the world from her!
"Turn over on your knees," he said hoarsely.
Quickly, Wendy obeyed, too aroused to argue. She really wanted his cum pouring down her throat, remembering what Tom had told her about Amy Potter. In her current state of maddening excitement, she would have gladly wagged her ass and barked like a dog to get her rocks off again.
Joe gripped her naked ass tightly, realizing he was still dressed, that his long cock bristled out of his pants with obscene power, a crimson pole of lust. For a minute he pumped the upper half into her squirming pink cunt slit, wetting his cock down.
Then he slid his cock out and before Wendy realized what was happening, her father had spread her asscheeks wide and forced his flaming knob squarely against her tiny, helpless pink asshole.
He let her have it with ferocious might, slamming his prick deep in her boiling asshole. A high keening screech rolled out of Wendy's lips and hot tears stung her eyes as the searing, pounding pressure up her ass tore through her like bolts of torture.
"Just . . . aaaah . . . just take it easy now, baby," Joe rasped, letting it throb deep inside her while he savored the juicy heat of her shit-ter. It was a dirty trick to pull on his daughter, but he was convinced her asshole at least was a cherry. Now he began stroking gently, creating a wild friction against her shithole and his massive prick, making Wendy huddle and sob hysterically on his desk.
Her mother had cried at first too, and uf those days women weren't quite so enlightened. She wouldn't talk to him for a week. She'd gotten used to it quickly, and then had learned to love it and crave it up her silken ass.
Just how hotly Marie craved it Joe couldn't begin to guess.
Wendy was pounding her fists on his desk in helpless agony. But with each brutal thrust, the pain lessened and the fiery torment up her tender asshole became fused with a deep obscene excitement. Her whirling mind told her she was being raped in the ass by her daddy. It sounded so depraved, so wantonly exciting. And it felt so tormenting and profoundly lustful that Wendy was actually starting to climax from sheer hot anguish.
Joe was pounding her satiny, quivering butt, stinging and tickling her asshole to fill her with shattering pain and ecstasy. She was swinging her ass deliriously and fighting for breath at the same time.
The fierce thrills racing up Joe's cock reminded him once more that he'd solved a frustrating problem. He swore to himself he'd go easy on Wendy when he found out how she'd lost her cherry.
He slipped his long prick out of her naked, trembling ass and wiped it with a kleenex while Wendy huddled and sobbed on the desk. In a rush of fatherly tenderness, Joe held her in his arms and slumped back in his chair, letting her sobs subside.
"Now," he said softly, "you wanted to be punished and that was your punishment, angel. But I want you to tell me something, and I want the truth. Because you know I know when you're lying to me. Right?"
Sniffling, Wendy nodded, squirming her burning ass on his lap lasciviously. Christ, did she ever get enough?
"Who took your cherry, and when?" he asked her.
Wendy stared into his steel-gray eyes, knowing she couldn't lie.
"Tom," she whispered. "But I did it, Daddy," she rushed on to protect her big brother. "It was my idea, honest. I chased him into the shower and begged him to!"
That wasn't the exact truth, but it helped.
Joe bristled with silent rage. That horny sonofabitch! His own little sister! Taking advantage of an innocent little girl like that.
But before he got carried away with his indignant fury, Joe had to admit that Wendy had come on to him, too. He hadn't hesitated for a minute to fuck her. Or to rape her gorgeous young ass, either.
"When?" he asked.
"This morning. In the shower."
Joe frowned, deep in thought. What bothered him more than anything else was the fact that his son beat him to it, the bastard! Joe might have to share his luscious daughter with his son, a prospect that did not leave him in a cheerful mood.
"He's having sex with the woman next door, too," Wendy volunteered proudly. "He told me," she finished, almost spilling out the truth about the orgy today.
Joe felt a stab of envy and a rush of fatherly pride. The sonofabitch was doing all right for himself these days. The brunette next door was hotly stacked, although Tom had better watch out for her husband. In that respect, Joe could give him some valuable advice, having made it with married women for more than fifteen years on a steady basis.
But Joe needed time to figure out what he was going to do about Tom, a day or two to think it over. He'd cool down by then, have a man-to-man talk with his kid, explain if he ever caught him screwing his little sister again, Joe would put him in the hospital.
That way he'd have Wendy to himself, a thought that cheered him up considerably.
There were a number of shocking realizations facing Joe Livingston in the next few days, but his wife had carefully planned it so they would come out by degrees. She knew Joe's temper and knew that if she doled the truth out to him bit by bit, he would gradually absorb it.
So Marie's plan began that night, while she and Joe were asleep. Wendy slipped into their bedroom and crawled into their bed, between Joe and Marie. He woke up, pretended to be shocked, but then Wendy cunningly referred to what happened in his den earlier that night. Now it was Marie's turn to be horrified. And then, to Joe's astonishment and relief, Marie forgave him on the spot.
But the eye-opening process lasted all night for Joe, because to his amazement and wild excitement, Wendy had sex with him first in front of his wife. Then she proceeded to go down on Marie, a sight that made Joe's blood pound with profound lust, his lovely daughter and his strikingly sexy wife making it together right before his eyes.
This was followed by sixty-nine between Marie and Wendy, which gave Joe the biggest hard-on of his life. And again he knew this wasn't the first time for either of them, not judging by the way they sucked each other off, as if they'd rehearsed it with obscene relish.
In the course of that long, lust-crazed night, Joe got his rocks off so many times he lost count, with both his wife and his passionate daughter. From that night on, Wendy slept between the couple.
The truth came out by painless degrees, as Marie planned. A few nights later Joe made it with Gayle, while the brunette's husband was out of town. In fact, the lewd, insatiable young housewife spent the night with Joe and Marie, while Wendy slept with Tom, a fact that did not enrage Joe any more.
Then Joe watched Wendy and Gayle make it, the hot, sensuous brunette and his soft, silken-curved daughter so sexy together Joe almost shot off watching them.
And if the Livingstons were a close-knit family before Wendy's sexual awakening at the hands of her mother and big brother, they were an openly affectionate and wildly swinging family now, on the surface a typically wholesome middle-class American family unit.
But it wasn't all smooth, harmonious bliss. Wendy was a walking timebomb of passion, making it with both boys and girls in school, a source of deep concern to her parents. But she was discreet and sharp as well as lustful, which soothed their fears somewhat.
Still, they could only wait, and watch, and wonder about the wild-eyed, hot-lipped, lusciously curved blonde as she grew into a stunning woman.