Chapter 10
It was about a week before Easter, a rainy afternoon, and I was sitting home trying to concentrate on the newspaper. Cindy was away for the weekend, supposedly visiting an old friend who was sick. Of course, I suspected that she was involved in a Lesbian affair with some girl, which was the real reason for her absence.
I kept looking at the newspaper and I kept thinking of a way to get a divorce. I could always threaten to expose her, if she refused. But I knew that Cindy would only laugh. What evidence did I actually have? It would be my word against hers in the court. There would be a whole scandal, and Lillian would probably be dragged into it. The whole mess seemed terribly impossible. It was as though I were a fly, caught in a spider's web. There was no way out of my dilemma.
Just then I heard a car pull into our driveway. I looked out and I saw that it was Glenda's Porsche. She parked the automobile, and then she jumped out and ran into the house, where I was waiting to greet her.
"Aren't you back from school a little early?" I asked, in a stern, fatherly tone. I looked at her and she seemed as beautiful as I last remembered her to be. Her brown hair, wet from the rain, was done up in a bun. She was wearing a plaid skirt and a matching top, with white socks that went up to her knees. Altogether she looked very collegiate, very exciting.
"Well?" I asked again. "Aren't you back a little early?"
"No," she replied. "The student body voted for a longer spring recess and the administration agreed. They don't want a riot, like last year. By the way, where's Mom?"
"Gone!!"
"Is she visiting another one of her sick girlfriends?" asked Glenda in a sarcastic tone, taking my arm and walking with me into the living room.
"Yes," I said. "A friend of hers in Connecticut came down with the flu."
"And you believe that crap?" asked Glenda. "She's probably making it all up."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, you know what I mean," replied Glenda. "She probably has a lover and is off with him somewhere. Or maybe it's a her? Did you know that Mom was queer?"
I pretended to be shocked: "She's queer? What makes you say that?"
"I don't know," whispered Glenda. "But once, a couple of years ago, when I came home from school, I caught her in the living room with Mrs. Williamson, from around the block"
"Mrs. Williamson? Who the hell is she?"
"Oh, you know," sighed Glenda. "You know that chubby woman whose husband works in advertising. She's got a big bust, and she always wears a low cut dress to show her cleavage."
"Yes, I remember." I nodded. "So what about her?"
"Well, a couple of years ago, I caught the two of them in the living room, going hot and heavy at it"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, poor Daddy, I don't want to shock you, but I think that your wife and my mother is a Lesbian."
"A Lesbian? Don't be silly."
So Glenda had known all these years and hadn't told me? I felt hurt. I was the last one in this family to know anything. I had married a woman and had lived with her for twenty years and during all that time I had never suspected that she was queer. I felt like a fool, an idiot.
"Yeah," Glenda continued. "I remember that day, when I caught her with Mrs. Williamson. Mom's blouse was unbuttoned and her brassiere was lying on the floor. Mrs. Williamson was kissing her breasts."
"Oh...."
"It was the weirdest sight that I ever did see," continued Glenda. "The two of them looked like they were having a lot of fun. Mom had her hand stuck up Mrs. Williamson's dress, and I think that she was fingering her."
"You said that you saw the two of them? Did they see you?"
"No," replied Glenda. "I was able to watch for a second, and then I left, before anyone spotted me."
"Why didn't you tell me before?"
"I don't know," replied Glenda. "It didn't seem important. I never thought very much of it But just now, when you told me that Mom was visiting a sick friend, I suddenly realized the truth. She's a Lesbian all right. I guess that's why she doesn't like going to bed with you."
"Let's not talk about it anymore," I said. "Anyway, it's none of your business. It's our affair."
"Okay, if that's the way you feel about it," said Glenda, stretching out on the couch as she unbuttoned the plaid jacket that she was wearing. Her large, opulent bust looked absolutely delicious, jutting out against the white jersey blouse that she wore underneath.
"Listen," I said. "Tell me how things have been since Christmas. You haven't written much. I trust that you've been a little more discriminating in your sex life."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well you know," I replied. "I hope that you haven't been going to that fraternity and getting gang-banged again."
Glenda laughed: "I've been a good little girl, and I've kept myself clean."
"Did you miss me?" I asked, suddenly aroused by my daughter's body. I tried to control myself, but I realized that it was impossible. With Cindy in Connecticut for the weekend, sooner or later Glenda and I would end up in bed again. It was only a question of time. I think that she must have been aware of this fact also. She seemed in a playful mood, and she looked at me in a most seductive manner.
"Sure I missed you, Daddy," she laughed. "I was expecting you to come up and visit me again. You know a couple of nights ago I had a dream about you."
"Really?"
"I was planning to go to Florida with a friend," Glenda continued. "But after that dream, I just knew that I would have to see you. It was a very naughty one."
"Oh...."
"You know what it was about? I dreamed that the two of us were husband and wife."
"I think that every girl wants to marry her father," I said, blinking my eye.
Glenda continued: "I dreamed that we were driving in a car and that you pulled over to the side of the road and then the two of us got into the back and made love. You pulled off my clothes and then you fucked me."
"Oh..
"It was a beautiful dream, and when I woke up, I had my finger on my cunt and I was in the middle of a beautiful climax."
"So it was a wet dream," I laughed. "I'm glad that you enjoyed it."
Glenda nuzzled closer to me, taking my hand and kissing it in a slavish manner. She seemed to be in love with me, which both frightened and excited me.
"How long will Mom be gone?" she asked suddenly.
"At least till Monday morning," I replied. "Do you have anything in mind?"
Glenda undid the ribbon that held her hair in a bun, permitting the curly brown strands to fall across her shoulders and neck, onto the swell of her opulent bosom. I felt uncomfortable, slightly sweaty, as I watched her move closer to me. She pressed her young body to mine, and I could feel the heat of her flesh rise into my nostrils. I could almost taste her sweetness on my tongue, as she took my hand and squeezed it.
"Did you miss me, Daddy pie?" she asked. "Did you miss me the way I missed you? Did you have any wet dreams about me?"
"No," I confessed. "But I did think about you ... about us. I've felt very, very guilty about what has happened in the past."
"You have? I thought that you were past that stage," smiled Glenda. "How does it help you to feel guilty? Guilt is part of the decadent past!! We live in a new world, a different world and people can do whatever the hell they want to do. Take me, for instance, I don't feel guilty about anything that I do. When I get horny, I find myself a man and take him up to bed and fuck him. Do I feel guilty afterwards? The answer is an emphatic and resounding, 'No!! '"
"Sounds marvelous," I laughed.
Glenda began unbuttoning the front of my shirt, letting her soft, warm fingers slide inside. She rubbed my chest in a most delightful manner, like a nurse, squeezing my nipples and scratching my skin. I could feel an odd, tingling sensation climb up my back, across my spine.
"Do you want to kiss me Daddy?? " she asked.
"Well...."
"Please," she begged hungrily. "I came all the way down to New York, just so that I could see you again. Don't disappoint me."
"But I'm afraid," I said.
"Men aren't supposed to be afraid," replied Glenda, getting up from the couch, prancing in front of me like a proud mare.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
I'm going to take my clothes off," she replied. "Do you want to watch me strip? Do you Daddy?"
I was silent.
Glenda began to dance around the room, in a most obscene manner, unbuttoning her blouse as she gyrated her hips. Then she reached back to the hooks of her brassiere and she carefully undid them.
"Do you like them?" she asked, as she let the cups of her brassiere fall to the parquet floor, exposing the magnificent fullness of her naked breasts.
"Well?" she repeated again. "Do you like my titties? Do you think that they're beautiful? Do you think that they're sexually desirable?"
"What a silly question," I laughed. "You've got the grandest pair of jugs that I ever did see."
Glenda was pleased with my answer, continuing to dance around on the floor, kicking her shoes across the room. Then she unzipped the side of her plaid skirt and let it fall to the ground. Underneath she was wearing a pair of frilly cotton bloomers, the kind that you hardly see anymore. I guess it was part of the collegiate look that she was trying to cultivate.
"Daddy, do you want me to take off my bloomers?" she asked. "Do you want to look at my cunt? Huh? Do you?"
"Sure," I nodded. "I don't mind."
Glenda seemed in a playful mood, eager to please. She tugged at the waistband of the undergarment, pulling it down across her thighs and calves. In another second, she was completely naked, and I could see the thick, curly patch of brown pubic hair that grew underneath her belly in a most enticing manner.
"You know, you're a hairy bitch," I laughed as Glenda walked over to me and unzipped my fly. She put her hands inside of my trousers and she found my hard cock and she hauled it out. She examined it for several seconds, as though she was becoming reacquainted with a long, lost friend. She slapped it up a little with her fingers, and then she reached inside again and she touched my quivering balls.
"Hey," I said. "It would be much better if I got undressed."
"I thought that you'd never get around to that," she laughed, patting the shaft of my large, erect organ. Then she pulled away and watched as I got out of my pants and shorts. In another second I was completely naked, my body completely exposed to her hungry gaze.
I suppose, if I had wanted to, I could have climbed on top of her at that moment, right in the middle of the living room and put my manhood into her eager little snatch. But I was in no hurry.
I sat down beside Glenda and I cupped my palms around her breasts. I examined them in an impersonal manner, like a doctor, squeezing them and pinching them and massaging them with my fingers. I reached up to her nipples and slapped them till they were hard as cherry pits. Then I reached down, with my hand, exploring the fruits of her body. I touched her stomach and brushed my palms across her smooth, white tummy.
"You're getting a little fat," I laughed. "You ought to watch those ice cream sundaes."
"Don't you like it?" asked Glenda. "Most men like girls that are voluptuous."
"Well, I don't think that I would throw you out of bed," I replied, as I let my pinky slide into her bellybutton. Glenda closed her eyes and shivered wildly.
"Did you enjoy that?" I asked.
"Yes," she laughed. "It was wonderful Put your pinky inside again. It makes me tingle."
Her bellybutton was moist and a fragrant aroma covered its surface. I tickled it for awhile, twisting my finger around and around, pleased by the way Glenda responded. I guess I had found another one of her erotic regions, without even looking.
"That gives you pleasure?" I asked.
"Yes, in an odd sort of way," she replied. "But I know something that gives me a lot more pleasure!!"
"What could that be?" I asked playfully.
"You know what," Glenda laughed.
"No." I replied. "What can you be talking about, I wonder?"
Glenda spread her legs apart, exposing her juicy wet cunt. I could see that the lips at the entrance were heavy with syrup, and her smooth little clitoris was throbbing fiendishly. Altogether, she looked perfectly delightful, and extremely seductive.
"Look how wet my cunt is," she says. "I get excited at the slightest touch."
My hands slowly traveled her mound of Venus, becoming entangled in the lush forest of her pubic hair. Slowly I reached down, between her thighs, to the slit of her vagina. I traced the outline with my thumb. From one end to another it measured three inches, and it looked like a valley, surrounded by fleshy labial mountains.
"You like?" she asked.
"I love you! !!" I replied, filled with an overwhelming passion. I gently massaged the sweet, creamy lips of her cunt and then I nuzzled my way deep into the interior, drilling my fingers, one at a time, all the way up her vaginal orifice.
"You know what I'm waiting for?" she asked, moaning Like a bitch in heat
"What's that?" I asked.
I'm waiting for the biggest finger of them a!!" she replied, pointing to my erection.
"Oh, I see what you mean. I suppose that you want me to do it to you."
"I wouldn't mind," laughed Glenda. I'm feeling very hot I need your cock to cool me off."
Suddenly I had an idea, as I stared at her hairy pussy. I wondered what she would look like if she was all shaven. I remembered a whore that I had gone to bed with who used to shave her cunt. She was Chinese, and very beautiful and she charged seven dollars, which was a lot of money to me when I was nineteen years old.
"Hey, sweetie," I said. "Are you willing to try something different? Something out of the ordinary?"
"What do you have in mind?" replied Glenda. "When it comes to sex, I'm willing to do anything. You ought to know that by now. What is it that you want me to try?"
"I want to give you a shave!!!"
"What?"
"Don't you understand?" I asked. "I want to shave off your beaver."
"You want to wh-AT?? ? "
"Come on Glenda," I begged. "Let me do it to you. I promise that it won't hurt. I'm just going to shave off your pussy hair, so that you'll be nice and clean, just like a little girl."
Glenda finally nodded: "Okay, but be careful. I don't want you to slip and cut off my clit, or anything like that!"
"Don't be silly," I replied, making Glenda He down on the floor. I put some newspaper sheets underneath her soft little ass and then I went into the bathroom and got a can of shaving cream and a razor.
Glenda seemed a little fidgety about the whole thing, so I bent over and kissed her on her lips and on her breasts. I then nuzzled my face between her legs and gave her cunt a couple of hard butterfly flicks with my tongue, just enough to make her relax.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" I said, wiping my mouth, which was covered with wet, feminine syrup. Then I squeezed some lather out of the shaving cream can, and massaged it into her pussy hair, so that she was all white down there.
"I look like Santa Claus," laughed Glenda, as I took the razor and began to shave her. I cut off the curly, pubic locks and wrapped them up in a newspaper and threw them into the garbage can. Then I poured some Witch Hazel over her, and rubbed it into her skin.
"That feels good," she laughed.
I bent over and kissed her on the neck, biting so hard that I left a little vampire mark. I felt my entire body surge with a new found energy, raging like a burning cauldron.
"Glenda, honey! !!" I laughed. "You look like a young girl. If it wasn't for those big tits of yours, I would swear that you were."
"Does it turn you on?" she asked, getting up from the floor.
"It sure does!!!" I replied.
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said, throwing my arms around her. "I guess that I'm just a dirty old man."
"Oh...."
"The thought excites me," I continued. "I remember when you were fifteen. You always used to sit on my lap and make me read the newspaper to you."
Glenda sighed: "I remember that too. I also remember that your lap was always lumpy, as though you had something hard inside of your pants. I could never figure it out, no matter how much I tried."
"You know what it was?" I laughed.
"I can guess," replied Glenda. "When I sat on your lap, I used to turn you on. Why, you really are a dirty old man!! "
I looked at Glenda's naked body, and I fell on her like a lion on a helpless deer. I pulled her down to the floor and I climbed on top,-of her. We rolled around, locked in a hot embrace. I could feel the warmth of her breasts burn into my chest like two hot coals. I could smell the warmth of her fragrant body rising into my nostrils.
"Oh Daddy!!!" she cried. "Stick it into me. Please put your cock inside of me."
I eagerly fulfilled her request, ramming my knees between her soft thighs. She spread open before me just like an oyster. Her insides were churning, and juice was pouring out of her vaginal cavity.
"Love me Daddy!!!" she cried. "Please love me, Daddy!!!"
I kissed her forehead and her face, pressing my lips to her mouth. Meanwhile, I reached underneath her buttocks with my hands and I lifted her up just a little bit. Then, with a strong forward thrust, I pushed my cock up against the lips of her creamy cunt and I nuzzled my way into her honey pot
"How's that feel?" I asked.
"Delicious!!!" she cried, as the teeth of her vagina started to work on my shaft. She was chewing me up, pulling at me in a most delightful manner. She was nice and tight inside, and I could feel a wild energy surge through my body.
Suddenly I found myself thinking about Lillian, and comparing Glenda with her. Which one did I love the most? Which one gave me the most pleasure? They were hard questions to answer because a comparison between the two was impossible. They were both different types of women, different personalities.
I continued to ram my cock into Glenda's creamy wet cunt. She matched each of my motions, with a motion of her own. She was grinding me up, like a machine, chewing me so that I felt as though I were going mad with feverish desire.
I tried to make the pleasure last, by not thinking about it. I tried to concentrate on baseball on politics, on anything except what I was doing. But it was impossible. Glenda didn't let me rest for a second. She tugged at my manhood, at my life, as though she were trying to swallow me into her womb and make me a part of her.
"Oh Daddy! I can feel it," she cried. "I can really feel it this time."
Just then, I exploded with a tremendous force, filling her up with my seed. I ejaculated in short, hard machine-gun bursts, and several seconds later I was spent. Glenda, who was lying underneath me, heaved with her loins and her thighs, biting my neck with her sharp teeth. Finally, she was also out of energy.
"It was good," she said.
"Did you climax?" I asked.
"No," she replied. "Not exactly."
"What do you mean by that?"
Glenda laughed: "I enjoyed it, but I didn't have a full orgasm. I was almost there, Daddy. I was very close, but just then you creamed."
"I'm sorry," I whispered, blowing a kiss into her ear.
"Oh, it's okay," she laughed. "The only thing that matters to me is that I satisfied you. That's all I care about."
"Really?"
"It's true," Glenda continued. "When I'm in bed with a man, I don't really care about myself. The only one that I care about is my partner. When he comes, I feel that I've done my job."
"Do you think of sex as a job?"
Glenda scratched her head: "Yeah, I guess that I do. It's what I have to give to someone if I want them to love me."
"Is that why you're so promiscuous?"
"Maybe," replied Glenda. "I'm not really sure about anything, anymore. I just know that sex is no big deal for me. I do it and I'm happy. I've read about girls who have these fantastic orgasms all of the time. Well, I guess that I'm just not one of them. I like getting fucked, and I feel pretty good afterwards, but
I don't go into any sort of convulsions or anything like that."
"I see."
Glenda put her head in my lap, and she kissed my loins and my belly. She took my cock into her mouth and she licked on it and sucked it like a lollypop.
"I like the way your balls smell," she said. "They're nice and manly, rugged."
"And I like the way you smell," I replied. "You give off a pleasant odor when you're hot."
The two of us sat around on the living room floor for another hour, just holding one another. Then, when life returned to me, I fucked her again. This time, she was on top and I was on the bottom. She straddled over me, seating herself on top of my organ. She slid up and down, on top of it until I came. Then she licked me off again.
We spent a wonderful weekend together. While the rain fell outside, we made love indoors. We watched a little television, and read the newspaper together, with her seated on my lap the way she used to when she was a little girl. But mostly we made love, which filled both of us up.