Chapter 1
Joe Foster woke up with a splitting hard-on.
He rolled over in bed, but his rigidly persistent cock stuck out from between his legs like a length of iron pipe. He could feel the damned thing banging head-first up against the teasing softness of the mattress, reminding him of all goddamn things of a soft, plump young pussy.
"God," he whispered hoarsely into his pillow, "not again."
Realizing that he had spoken out loud, and that his wife might have heard him, he tensed for a moment in bed and waited to hear her shift, breathe, respond.
Silence.
Good, he thought, at least Laura can't know what I'm thinking and feeling, because if she did....
He didn't even finish the thought. It was too wildly depressing and frightening to finish. Just the idea that his wife might guess the nature and cause of his violent hard-on brought a weak chill to his spine-but nothing chilling enough to make his horny stiffness retreat.
Finally, as he had done for the past two mornings, he gave himself up to the terrible, lecherous thoughts-in hopes that by indulging himself in all the imaginable evil of his thirty-five-year-old brain, he might somehow erase the wicked trend of the last forty-eight hours or so.
A trend which had started the morning he caught his young daughter playfully toying with her own pussy.
He continued to lie there in bed on his side, his back turned to his unsuspecting, sleeping wife. And in such a guarded, safe position, he let his mind run like a naked satyr through the tangled wilds of his memory and imagination.
He had seen his own little Cindy, nude as the day she was born, her legs spread wide apart and her small, pubescent tits rising like proud little melons as she slowly but deliberately tickled the pliant slit between her legs. He had seen it all through the bathroom keyhole, squatting down on his haunches out in the hall and peering lustily through the tiny peephole.
At first the sight of his own daughter sitting on the John with her smooth, trim young legs flung open and her softly fuzzed cunt budding moistly apart had shocked him. He still-at least until then-had thought of her as a baby.
But no girl is still a baby at fourteen, not even to her father!
He remembered how his shock and surprise had given away slowly but crudely to a different kind of feeling. It was as if he had suddenly been watching a complete stranger. Not his daughter, not the golden-haired little angel he used to buy ice cream for, but some enchanting, wanton little imp with a finger stuck up her twat.
He sighed heavily again in bed and felt a strong, lewd twitch go through his prick.
Jesus, he had never had a hard-on like this one!
He felt he could fuck all day with a pecker the size and length and hardness of the one he was sporting this morning!
He amused himself for a moment thinking of just what he'd like to fuck. A watermelon in the sun, a fruit jar filled with warm calves-liver, a knothole, a side of goddamned beef-!
Or Cindy's cunning, inviting little pussy!
He grinned raggedly despite himself, and before pulling back his horns in guilty self-censure, he let his mind indulge in one sweet, fleeting image of himself in that bathroom with her. He saw her lying back on the toilet stool, her legs arched and pulled apart, her faintly whiskered young cunt stretched apart like a wet little mouth all hungry for her daddy's nine inches of solid, hot cock. He saw her look up at him, her cute little face flushed with a rising tide of pure, erotic lust. He felt her small hands come up so that her fingers could curl lovingly around the hard club of his cock-to squeeze it, hold it, coax it into growing a bit stiff er.
And then, in his wildly accelerating imagination, he heard his own daughter whisper those magic, abandoned words: Want to fuck me, daddy? I want you to. Please, daddy. Please fuck me. Fuck me real good, so that I can learn to cum. Teach me how to cum, daddy. I won't tell mother if you will put your big thing into me all the way ... all the way ... all the way up to your hairy, hot balls....
"JOE? Joe! For heaven's sakes, what's the matter with you?"
Joe snapped back to reality, feeling his big hard-on suddenly soften like a sponge.
His wife was bending over his shoulder, her mouth close to his face. "For heaven's sake, darling," she breathed, "you must have been having a nightmare. You've been groaning and gasping for the past few minutes as if-"
"I'm okay," he grunted, not turning to look at Laura. He was afraid the telltale blush and gleam in his eye would reveal everything he had been thinking.
"Time to get up, anyway, dear," Laura sighed. "You don't want to be late again for work this morning."
He knew what she meant. Yesterday morning he had suffered the same problem. His wife had come into the bedroom to shake him awake-out of a rutty dream in which he had been blindly, crazily fucking four young girls his daughter's age-and his prick had been so stiff that he couldn't crawl out of bed until Laura had left the room. She had elected to brush her hair for five minutes in the bedroom, and that had made him late for work.
"Rise and shine," Laura sang, as she climbed out of bed on her side. "You know you like to get into the bathroom before Cindy."
He waited until his wife had whipped on her dressing gown and had left the room, then he crawled out of the sack himself. Since he always slept naked, it was impossible to hide anything he was feeling down there between his legs, and even though Laura had scared some of the stiffness from his oversized cock, he still had a respectable semi-hard-on as he stumbled over to where his wife had laid out his suit the night before.
He caught sight of his body in Laura's vanity mirror, and paused.
"Jesus, you old bastard," he whispered, staring with both pride and fear at the profile shot of his still-lean, still-trim body. All those years of high school football had paid off, as he always knew they would. He had the body of a guy in his early twenties, a solidly packed pair of arms, a full chest, and a stomach flat as a skillet.
But it was his big cock that somehow fascinated him as he indulged in a few seconds more of male vanity. He really did have quite a bone down there, and every time he saw it sticking out half-hard he could remember how Pam Dawson used to go on about it. Pam had been the high school punchboard-a good-looking, sexy little blonde with a nympho's need for males. In fact, old Pam used to take on the whole goddamn football team on Saturday afternoons, screwing one and all with a smirking, lusty greed that made every boy's peter stand up hard as iron.
He could remember how Pam would curl her hot young legs up over his back and tease her wet tongue into his sixteen-year-old ear, while whispering to him that his prick made her feel good all the way down to her toes, that he could fuck her anytime he wanted to, and that if he wouldn't tell the other guys she'd go out with him some night and eat his big cock all he wanted her to.
Just thinking about Pam Dawson had made his prick rise again, and he stared at the reflection of his healthy, mature body aroused to the point of pleasant pain. He found himself wishing that Pam was there right now, kneeling in front of him and taking the bursting head of his horny rod between her smooth lips, teasing it wetly with her salacious little tongue, kissing it, licking it, sucking it....
"Snap out of this," he whispered to himself, hoarsely.
He thumped the glans of his cock with his thumb, the way they used to do in the army to make their morning hard-ons go down, but his prick remained stubbornly horizontal, making him smile. "Okay for you, buddy," he said softly, "if it's a cold shower you want, that's what you'll get."
He slipped into his robe and left the bedroom. His prick was still adamantly stiff, but the way he kept the robe bunched in front of him, he was safe.
As he passed Cindy's bedroom, he vetoed the impulse to kneel and peek at her. He'd have to cut that shit out, too. Enough was enough!
Once in the shower, with the cold water streaming down over his body, his penis shrank to a respectable size. But before he could come out from behind the plastic curtain, he heard the bathroom door bang open.
"Are you in here, daddy?" Cindy trilled.
A ragged little thrill went through him, despite his promise to himself to quite thinking those naughty thoughts.
"Yeah, honey," he called over the hiss of the water. "I'll be out in a second."
"That's okay," Cindy called back, "I just want to look through Mom's lipsticks and see if there's anything that will go with my pink blouse."
He stood stark still under the shower, listening to Cindy rummage through the medicine cabinet. At just what point he decided to sneak a look at her, he didn't know. But before he could rationalize the right or wrong of it, he had pinched back the curtain and was staring straight at the raised behind of his own daughter.
Cindy was only wearing panties and training bra, and she was bending over to pick up some of the lipstick containers she had accidentally allowed to fall on the floor.
The sight of her trim, smooth little butt drove a savage urge through his groin. His prick twitched, stirred, thickened.
As if sensing that she was being watched, Cindy whirled back around and caught a glimpse of her father's wet face framed in the slit of the shower curtain.
She grinned at him.
Flushed, he grinned back, and barely found his voice.
"Going to look good for the boys today, baby?" he asked, huskily.
Cindy looked a bit shy and embarrassed, but her pert brown eyes sparkled from under the blonde froth of her hair. "Oh, daddy," she piped, "you know I don't care anything about boys."
"I'll bet they care plenty about you. You'd better watch those young devils, you hear?"
Cindy giggled, but there was something sensuous and throaty about her teenaged laugh. Something that only a week ago he wouldn't have noticed.
"I've got to finish getting dressed, daddy. Have a nice shower, and I'll see you downstairs for breakfast."
"Sure, honey."
She left the bathroom, and he watched her go.
His prick was up again, inordinately stiff.
He knew then for sure that the dreams he had tried to ignore for the past two nights were more than just dreams, and that he had a solid little problem.
He wanted to do something he knew he never would do.
He wanted to fuck Cindy, and he wanted her to whisper the same things in his ears that Pam Dawson had whispered to him when he was sixteen!
They were halfway through breakfast when the doorbell rang, making Cindy leap from the table like a young gazelle.
"I'll get it," she yelped as she sped away.
Joe glanced up at his wife. "Who the hell is that all about?"
Laura smiled. "If it's not Billy Wilks from next door, I'll be very surprised."
Joe felt a little tug of ridiculous jealousy. "That Wilks kid?" he echoed. "Cindy is interested in that little brat?"
"He's not so little any more, Joe. You just haven't been paying attention the last couple of years. Billy is fifteen years old."
Joe frowned. "He used to throw baseballs through our front window, and tramp down your flowers playing explorer."
Laura smiled again just as Cindy and Billy Wilks came into the kitchen.
Joe glanced at the boy, and realized for the first time how tall he was. As if he had shot up like a weed overnight.
"Hello, Mr. Foster," Billy said, politely.
Joe stared disapprovingly at the way Billy and Cindy were holding hands, and Billy quickly but smoothly disengaged his fingers from Cindy's.
"Have you had breakfast, Billy?" Laura asked.
"Yes, ma'am. I just came over to walk Cindy to school."
Joe cleared his throat. "I can drive you two to school; it's on my way."
Cindy made a small face. "Oh, that's okay, daddy. Billy and I don't mind walking."
Before he could protest any further, Cindy had given him a quick wet smack on his cheek. She gave her mother the same kind of kiss, and then she and Billy went quickly out of the kitchen, clasping hands again just before they disappeared.
Joe frowned again. "I don't like the idea of your letting Cindy date that kid. She's too damned young."
Laura smiled. "Don't be silly, honey. They aren't dating, not really. Cindy knows she can't do any of that until she's fifteen."
"They were holding hands," Joe grunted.
"Well, that's certainly innocent enough. Besides, Billy is a nice boy."
"No boy is nice at his age. I can imagine what he's got on his mind."
His wife studied him for a long moment. "Joe, something is bothering you. I've noticed-"
"Nothing is bothering me," he snapped.
Like hell there isn't, he thought. I've still got a goddamn hard-on from thinking about Cindy, and it's only eight o'clock in the morning.
Laura was picking at her plate now, her fork absently moving her half-eaten egg.
"Joe ... if it's anything I'm doing ... or not doing."
"Huh?"
She glanced up at him, her eyes wide and slightly wounded. "We-we haven't done much lately, Joe. And I thought perhaps if you wanted-or needed to-to do something. Well, I'm still your wife, and I still love you and need you."
He knew what she was talking about, and the soft, yearning way she was asking him to fuck her both turned him off and turned him on.
"Maybe that is what I need," he said.
"Maybe it's what we both need," his wife admitted. "You know how worried I've been about mother-how I keep expecting a call from the doctor. I-I guess I haven't exactly been in the mood to give you what I know you want."
If you only knew what I want, he thought, you'd be screaming bloody-murderl
"I'll be late for work," he said.
Laura already had the usual pink, hot flush at her cheeks that he could always recognize as her itching-for-sex look. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and said: "You can call Rick. He can open the office and show customers cars until you get there."
Joe felt his prick growing stone hard in his pants, knowing that he was indeed going to call the young man who helped him run the car agency and to tell Rick he'd be a little late.
And he also knew that every minute he was fucking his wife, his mind was going to be on something else.
After he made the call, he followed Laura upstairs to their bedroom. She was already out of her robe and lying naked in the middle of the bed-as expectant as a honeymoon bride.
He crawled out of his suit again, this time not bothering to hide the big hard-on he had been trying so desperately to get rid of the whole morning. And as he walked across the room toward her, his cock wagged stiffly between his legs.
Laura lifted her legs as he positioned himself above her.
"Oh, darling," she crooned, "it has been a long time-too long."
"Don't talk," he breathed, "let's just see how much we can enjoy this."
She didn't talk any more, but when he pushed the smooth head of his cock between the yielding, heavily -haired flanges of her pussy, she made a deep-throated moan of desire.
He got the glans well into her, and felt her greedy vaginal lips close around tightly, wetly. He pushed the column of his large penis deeper into her throbbing cunt, and she moved her knees up against his hips. At the same time, she made a humming, hot-bee sound.
He felt himself losing his erection!
"What's-what's the matter, honey?" she whispered.
"Nothing," he snapped, softly. "Look, let's not talk. Just let me concentrate, okay?"
"Of course."
She really did shut her mouth then, as if in fear that her suddenly stirred female urges might not be satisfied unless she allowed him to screw her as he wanted. She even relaxed and lay there under him as inert as a dummy-or as a young girl getting her first real fucking.
It was exactly the kind of image his brain was yearning to produce.
by closing his eyes, and concentrating on what he had seen earlier that morning in the shower, Cindy's tauntingly trim and lifted young buttocks, her budding little tits pushing out under her bra, his hard-on came back with a sudden, vein-filling stiffness that filled Laura's mature pussy like a fist.
He fucked her slowly for a few moments, riding the length of his big prick in and out of the furry mounds of her twat, pretending to himself behind his closed eyelids that it was Cindy he was doing it to, Cindy whose sprouting young cunt was sucking and oiling the stout meat roiling between her legs.
The more he screwed, the sharper the images became in his mind.
He dug his knees into the mattress for better traction and balance, and while his wife lay silent and willing beneath him, he began to fuck with a steady rhythm that made the bed squeak and groan.
His buttocks rose and fell above the splayed hotness of the slit that seemed so eager to please him. He could feel his rough bush of pubic hair mingling with the softer nap covering her relaxed pussy, and he drove forward each time so deeply that his warm balls slapped snugly against the crease of Laura's ass.
He knew he was fucking her good-and why he was fucking her that way.
Halfway through his own pleasure, he felt her cunt suddenly swell and tighten, then boil over in a spewing throb of pleasure. But he didn't stop, not even when the sound of his rigid cock sluicing through the hot wetness of her satisfied cunt began to suggest something depraved and ugly.
That only made him hotter, more crazy with the need to experience the imaginary way Cindy's pubescent pussy might make slurping noises around his lusting tool.
His wife caught something of his passion, too, and with the unexpected promise of a second or third orgasm, she began to move her hips up and down, whoring for him!
He could feel the bursting head of his prick touching against the womb on each thrust, and to his finely honed satisfaction he even sensed that the pussy he was fucking was getting smaller and tighter. It really seemed to be Cindy's beautiful little cunt he was plowing!
With a growl of pleasure, Laura circled her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her tits. His mouth found both of her flushed, plump nipples, and he sucked on them one at a time. They grew larger and firmer against his tongue, and that excited him more.
"God-!" Laura husked. "Yes, YES-AHHHH! ARRGGG!!!"
He was making her cum again, and with the abandon of a wild female animal, she crawled her legs up over his naked buttocks and spasmed with uncontrollable joy.
Her pussy throbbed around his funneling prick, teasing each gorged vein until he felt he might yell out loud with lust.
"Give it to me, darling!" she panted, digging her fingers into his shoulders hard, pumping her thighs brazenly up to meet his every thrust. "CUM IN ME!! CUM!!!"
With a low growl of pure lust, he grabbed her buttocks in both hands and fucked her with such brutal intensity that she was gasping for breath when he finally shot off.
His cock stiffened into stone as he filled her mature' slit with several hot gushes of sperm, riding out the storm of his pleasure with short, jabbing strokes that thrilled her pussy all over again.
They lay quiet for a few moments after that, with her stroking the back of his sweating neck with the tips of her fingers.
"It was good, honey," she purred, "so very, very good."
He knew he had been good ... but he also knew that he had failed.
Failed to quiet the dark urge of his dreams.