Chapter 3
Saturday morning was always the same for Joe, as it was for his wife.
He spent the morning down in his basement workshop, and Laura always whiled away the time from nine until eleven in a beauty parlor. They had not varied too often from that routine in the past three or four years, and this particular Saturday morning was no exception.
Everything might have gone just exactly as usual if about ten o'clock Joe hadn't decided that a cold beer would help him concentrate on the coffee table he was building. He left his wood lathe roaring merrily away and tramped quietly up from the basement to the kitchen. He got a beer from the cooler and was just starting back down when something caught his eye.
A red baseball cap was slung over the corner of one of the chairs in the hall. Joe glanced at the cap, thought it looked oddly familiar, took one or two steps back in the direction of the basement and then stopped dead in his tracks.
The cap belonged to Billy Wilks.
Joe felt his heart beat a bit too fast against his ribs. He knew the boy was in the house, and probably upstairs in Cindy's room. And something which he had heard his wife say a thousand times came bounding back into his head: Oh, once you get Joe down in that silly workshop of his, he's good for the morning.
Cindy had no doubt heard that remark many times, too.
So what better time to have her loutish young boyfriend over than on Saturday morning, while good old mom and dad were going about their dull routines?
Like hell she'd get away with that! He started for the stairs with his heart pumping even more angrily, but halfway there he stopped. He could hear the wood lathe roaring away in the basement, a noise which provided a good cover for footsteps. And that noise gave him a very wicked idea.
Two can play the sneak game, he thought.
Very quietly and deliberately, he maneuvered his way up the carpeted stairs and stood on the landing with his ears tuned in the direction of Cindy's bedroom.
He could hear nothing but the dull drone of the lathe down below.
He slowly tip-toed down the hall until he was standing in front of Cindy's closed door. Then he put his ear to the panel and listened.
He thought he could hear the muffled giggle of his daughter's voice, and that sound alone sent a helpless chill through him. That goddamned little creep next door was doing something to his Cindy!
He wanted to break the door down, but instead he knelt and put his eye to the keyhole, just as he had done the first time he had felt the impulse to spy on his daughter.
What met his eyes not only shocked him, it excited him more strongly than anything he'd experienced in a long time.
Cindy was not alone in her room, but it wasn't Billy Wilks who was with her. It was her teenaged best friend, Sally Horton.
And both of them were stark naked.
Joe glued his eye to the hole and stared with the mounting lustiness of a rabid voyeur!
The angle of the bed was perfect for what he wanted to see, and what he had in his sights was enough to make even the most impotent male generate a twitching hardness between his legs.
Cindy was lying back on a couple of big pillows, her creamy smooth legs arched wide apart, so wide that the small pink muffin of her cunt was pulled slightly apart. Joe could see the fine cuntal hairs fringing the oval of Cindy's twat, but it was the moist slit, budding open and ripe, that turned his mature prick into stone in his pants.
It was the most beautiful little pussy he'd ever seen, and the way Cindy had her legs sprawled apart looked as if she was yearning to have a stout prick explore her charms.
But it wasn't a cock that was tickling the girlish cleft, it was Sally Horton's finger!
Joe watched as Cindy's girlfriend, equally naked and on her knees beside Cindy, used her finger to pry gently and softly between the spreading lips of his daughter's hole.
"Ooooohhh," Cindy whispered, her face flushed and excited, "be careful, be c-c-carefullll...."
Cindy's voice trailed off into a husky young whisper as her friend inserted her finger a little more boldly into the vernal trench.
Joe watched, his breath caught in his throat and his cock surging like an iron spike against his leg, as Sally's wanton finger sank out of sight up to her second knuckle. He wasn't sure, but it looked as if Sally was wriggling her finger inside of Cindy's deliciously constricting cunt.
"Does it feel good?" Sally demanded in a low, erotic voice. "I'll bet it would feel a lot better if Billy Wilks was doing this to you!"
"Ah," Cindy moaned, tossing her head from side to side and lifting the upper part of her body so that her frisky young tits seemed to stick out in two directions. "Oh, that's-that's so nice ... SO NICE!"
Sally Horton continued to masturbate her friend, sliding the whole of her finger in and out of the clasping, succulent folds of the virginal slit.
Joe couldn't take his eyes off what was happening in the room. There was nothing disgusting about it. Quite the contrary. The blood was beating in his veins at the sight of two young girls playing with each other, and the fact that it was Cindy who was getting her pussy fingered only made his lust wilder, deeper!
For the next few electric minutes he watched in silence as Sally's sluttish actions brought Cindy closer and closer to a climax. It made him wonder how the hell many times these two had done that to each other!
"Faster!" Cindy gasped, her voice so low and guttural that Joe almost didn't recognize it. "Oooooh! Do it faster! FASTER!!"
Sally did as she was told, moving her libidinous finger in and out of the puckered softness of her girlfriend's slit until the movement was a blur of lewdness.
It was obvious that Cindy was about to cum, and as the pleasures built to an exploding point in her healthy young body, she thrust her head forward and began to suck on Sally's right tit. It was only then that Joe caught a good look at Sally Horton's nude body, and the effect made his prick twitch with an added stiffness.
Sally Horton had tits like a woman!
Joe blinked at the size of those boobs-big, plump babies with hard nipples sticking out like thimbles!
He watched greedily as Cindy pulled first one of Sally's flushed tits into her mouth, and then the other. She was sucking the holy shit out of those big dollies!
Somehow, the sight of his daughter doing perverted things with her best friend didn't disgust Joe. He knew how kids are. He'd done stuff like that when he was fourteen, round-robin jacking-off sessions, ball-tickling experiments with other guys, using feathers and stuff. And he'd even had a couple of pals who didn't mind going down on him. Hell, when you're that age it's nothing but fun and games, and nobody even knew what the word queer meant.
And so he watched, fascinated and aroused as Cindy sucked on Sally's tits-and Sally finger-fucked Cindy until she was squirming all over the bed.
Finally, Cindy gave a sharp little cry of joy and fell back. At the same time she lifted her hips and bucked back and forth as Sally's tireless finger did its duty, plowing in and out like a tiny piston of lust.
When Cindy's body relaxed and softened, Sally kept working for a few more seconds and then slowly pulled her finger out of the furry dampness between Cindy's legs. Even as far away as Joe was, he could see the sticky wetness of Sally's finger, and he knew that the little bitch had made Cindy cum, and cum good!
"That's only half as good as when a boy does it," Sally said, her voice sounding hard for a girl her age. "If you don't let Billy Wilks do that to you, then you're crazy."
Joe strained to hear his daughter's reply.
"Billy's a nice boy," Cindy breathed. "He'd never want to do something like that."
"That's all you know, dummy. I'll bet he thinks about doing it to you all the time! Boys play with each other, too. But they'd rather do it with us. I told you what my cousin Chris and I did with each other last summer, didn't I?"
Y-you said you did some naughty things."
Sally grinned, and turned again so that Joe got another wild glimpse of those powerful young tits. "I played with Chris's thing for him. Oh, you should have heard how he breathed. He loved it. All you have to do is just touch a boy's thing and he'll climb a mountain for you. When Chris comes back next summer, he promised he'd do something better than that with me."
Cindy blinked, her blue eyes wide and innocent.
"D-do what?"
"Fuck me."
Even Joe could barely keep from breaking the bedroom door down at the sound of that! "Fuck?" Cindy echoed.
"Yes, dumbbell. Don't you know anything? Boys like to put their things into you-down there where I had my finger. I'll bet Billy Wilks would give anything to fuck you."
"Why don't you let Billy-uh-fuck you?" Cindy asked, softly.
"Huh, don't think I wouldn't like to. I think he's cute! But you'd never speak to me again. I don't want us to be anything but friends. Besides, there's something boys do that I don't like."
"What?"
"They talk. They tell everything they know. I'll bet my cousin Chris has told every boy he knows about how I let him put his finger up my pussy. They like to brag. Older boys-I mean, men-they don't talk as much. They won't talk at all, really. They're afraid to."
"H-how do you know?"
"I know."
"Tell me, Sally."
"You promise not to tell? I mean, if your mom and dad found out, they'd tell my mom and dad and-"
"I won't tell. I cross my heart."
Joe watched, breath bated, as Cindy's slightly older girlfriend moved around in a position to gossip. It just happened to be a position that enabled Joe to get a great beaver shot of Sally's lecherous little pussy-and the sight of her softly -haired, juvenescent slit did nothing to make his hard-on fade!
"My uncle does it to me when he comes to visit," Sally said, drawing out the words with slow, prurient interest. "I don't mean he fucks me. He's afraid to do that. But he does something that is almost as good."
"What?" Cindy asked, breathlessly.
"He uses his tongue on my pussy. He sticks his tongue in and licks and licks and licks."
"Sally!" Cindy gasped. "Oh, how awful!" Sally grinned. "That's what you think! It feels a hundred times better than any old finger. Uncle Fred did it to me the first time about a year ago, and now I can't wait for him to come visit us. The last time, mom let him take me to a picture show. Only instead of going to a regular movie, we went to a drive-in, and he licked my pussy for almost an hour!"
Cindy gulped, then licked her lips with a kind of hidden interest. "Gosh, Sally, did it-did you-"
"Did I tickle-off, the way you just did when my finger was inside you? You bet I did. Only it was a lot more fun! Uncle Fred is terrific, just so gentle and thoughtful. And he's got the biggest, longest, firmest tongue in the world. I call him my Uncle Anteater!"
Cindy caught the joke and began to giggle, then Sally joined her. The two girls hung on to each other, giggling and rocking back and forth while their creamy, luscious young bodies provided Joe with the kind of treat usually reserved for a stag movie.
He couldn't take any more of it.
With a low growl of lust he got up from his kneeling position and limped down the hall to the bathroom. Once inside, he pried his violently stiffened prick out of his pants and held it in his hand while it throbbed.
"Christ," he moaned softly to himself, "I'd like to go back there and fuck both of them! I'll bet I could make that little sluttish Sally Horton forget she ever had an uncle!"
He got a picture of himself riding Cindy's sultry young pussy with his oversized cock while at the same time Sally pushed her heated quim hard against his mouth. He could almost taste the salty hotness of Sally's fourteen-and-a-half-year-old cunt around his worming tongue, and nearly hear the heavy, panting breath of Cindy as his unflagging penis fucked her!
With another dark grunt of pure lust he began to jack off. Sharp thrills went through his loins as he pumped his fist back and forth. His prick grew into a real club of passion, the huge vein traversing the column bulging out like a purple cord, the head growing flared and blunt.
And then he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror.
He stopped, disgusted and angered at the sight of himself masturbating his grown-up cock like some goddamned kid.
Like that dumb little fucker, Billy Wilks!
He let his fist drop, leaving his enormously erected rod standing straight out from between his legs like a rolling pin.
"I'll be damned if I'll jack off," he hissed to himself. "Shit, why the hell should I waste it when there's plenty of young pussy around, especially when I know how the hell to get it!"
In seconds he had stuffed his burly prod back into his pants and had retreated back downstairs to the phone in the basement. He had to look up Rick Roberts number, but once he had found it he dialed quickly before he changed his mind.
The phone rang several times before Rick answered. It made Joe wonder if the smirking young bastard didn't maybe have some teenaged pussy at his apartment that very Saturday morning.
"Rick? This is Joe. How's it going?"
"Hey-hi, old man. Jesus, I was just sleeping off all the beer from last night. What's your problem?"
Joe took a ragged breath. "I don't have a problem that you can't help solve, Rick. Remember what you told me the other day about, about that drive-in."
A short pause, then a low chuckle from Rick's end. But Joe didn't give a damn what Rick thought. He was past caring about bullshit like that.
"Hey, man, have you talked to your wife about this?"
"Knock it off, hero," Joe snapped, "if you were just crapping me about all that stuff, then-"
"Hey, hey. Cool down, baby. I wasn't crapping anybody. You want to be fixed up with a little cradle nooky, I can dig it."
"Can you dig getting me a young girl."
"Well-how young, man?"
"Fifteen. Maybe fourteen."
Rick chuckled softly again. "Hey, from the sound of that, you must mean fourteen. You're really hung up on teenaged poontang, eh?"
"Never mind that. Just tell me if you can do it."
"Oh, I can do it, but there's a slight hitch."
"What kind of hitch."
"It seems I didn't get the full drift of that little experience I had. The girls don't, it turns out, do it for nothing but kicks."
"Money?"
"Yeah. We're talking about twenty bucks."
"Twenty?"
"Yeah, but don't blow a fuse, old man. Twenty bucks isn't gonna break you if it doesn't break me. And it's safe. These particular gals are regular hookers. And like the man said, it's cheaper than a wife or a shrink!"
"You're a real comedian, Rick. Okay, I can afford twenty dollars. Maybe one time is all I need. Maybe I've just been thinking too much about what you said. Can you fix me up?"
"When?"
"Tonight."
"No problem, boss. I know just the gal for you-if you like about ninety-eight pounds of the cutest black-haired-"
"I don't. I want a blonde. A fourteen-year-old blonde. One about Cindy's size."
Another silence followed, and Joe knew what the hell Rick was thinking!
"Okay," Rick said finally, "if you want a blonde, I'll fix you up with a blonde. Uh, listen. You really want to have a swinging good time?"
"Meaning?"
"Meaning for another ten bucks, I'll let you use my place."
Joe smiled, despite himself. "What's the advantage of your place?"
"Safer and cozier, and there's a little booze and one helluva hot fuck-movie on my projector."
Joe felt his mouth going dry just thinking about the possibilities!
"Are you sure it will be safe?"
Rick laughed, but it was a serious laugh. "Would I lie to you, Joe? Look, I can use that extra ten bucks. In fact, I could even talk myself into letting you use the place free, sort of."
"Sort of what?"
"Sort of if you let me get in on the act with your twenty bucks paying for the deal."
"You mean, we both screw one girl?"
"You catch on fast. Hell, she won't mind. And I'll tell you what, I'll even clear out and let you have at her first. Then I'll sorta drop in and we'll see what kind of party we can cook up. You ever wondered how good a blow job could be from a cute little chick that young, one who's getting her cunny worked on while she's eating?"
"Jesus," Joe managed, huskily.
Rick laughed softly. "Yeah, I thought you might go for something like that. And I know just the little dish who would crave a two-way stretch. Tell you what, come on over around eight o'clock, if you can get away from your wife."
"I can get away."
"And old man."
"Yes?"
"Bring the twenty bucks. We don't want to make the San Quentin Quail nervous, do we?"
, When Joe put down the phone he was trembling from head to toe. He couldn't believe he had just experienced the kind of conversation he had, getting Rick Roberts to set him up with a fourteen-year-old high school girl! But he knew it was real enough, and he knew that he wouldn't back out now for all the tea in China.
He knew it was ridiculous to try to work any more in the basement, so he shut off the machines and went back upstairs. He made himself a strong drink of bourbon and was sitting in the living room when Sally Horton and Cindy came downstairs. They were fully dressed and looked as innocent as fudge candy.
"Hi, daddy," Cindy trilled.
"Hello, Mr. Foster," Sally said, giving him a look that two weeks ago he would have thought was meaningless. But after having heard her talk about how her uncle sucked out her cunt, the look was enough to make his blood race all over again.
"Hi, Sally," he said, "would you like to stay for dinner tonight?"
Cindy grinned. "Do, Sally. We could have so much fun. Could Sally stay all night with me, too, daddy?"
"Sure. Why not?"
"I'd like to," Sally confessed, "but mother-"
"Why don't you just call her," Joe insisted, enjoying the way he was making it easier for Cindy and Sally to play their games some more. "Tell your mom that my wife and I would love to have you spend the night with Cindy."
He could see that Sally was weakening.
"Well, if you're sure it's all right with Mrs.
Foster," Sally said.
"She won't mind at all."
He sat in his chair in the living room, nursing his drink as he listened to Cindy and Sally make the call. Sally had to argue a little bit with her mother, but when Cindy got on the phone and offered to get Joe to speak to Mrs. Horton in Sally's behalf, Mrs. Horton gave in.
"All settled?" Joe asked, as they came back into the living room.
"Yes," Cindy beamed, and then she came over to where he was and snaked her arms around his shoulders and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. "Thanks for being such a fabulous daddy," she whispered.
"Hey," Joe grinned, glancing at Sally in the mock-fatherish role he could put on so well when he had to, "don't I rate a kiss from you, too?"
Sally Horton blinked, and her cheeks pinked a bit.
"Go on, Sally," Cindy teased, "I'll bet you give that uncle of yours big kisses all the time!"
Joe felt a lusty little twitch peck at his balls as Cindy said that, and to his delight Sally marched right over and leaned close over his chest. He could feel her budding young tits soft against his shoulder as she put her lips to his cheek and gave him a kiss.
His pleasure deepened quickly when he felt the tip of her tongue push out against his jaw.
When she drew back, he flushed and grinned. "Hey, that was really nice of you two girls. Have fun tonight."
"We will, daddy," Cindy trilled.
And then they were gone.
He sat in his chair for a long time, taking his time drinking the whisky and dreaming up what kind of excuse he would use to get out of the house that evening.
One thing he knew for certain: come hell or high water, he was going to get his ass over to Rick's place.
And he was going to find out tonight just how much of a hot old stallion like him a prick-crazy young girl could take!