Chapter 13

I felt slightly funny the next morning when my secretary announced that Glenda was waiting to see me. After straightening up my desk, I asked her to come in. She was wearing a blue print dress, an Easter bonnet and a pair of matching blue shoes. Her lips and nose were reddish in color, and she seemed fidgety as she sat down in the chair opposite me.

"What do I owe this pleasure to?" I asked, staring at the soft swell of her bosom, remembering what I had seen the night before.

"I hope that I didn't disturb you," replied Glenda. "I came to say good-bye to you."

"Oh, are you going back to school so soon?"

"No," said Glenda. I'm dropping out of school. I'm going to Europe with a friend of mine."

I was astounded. "Europe? What the hell are you going to Europe for?"

"I've got to get away," replied Glenda. "I want to change scenery. Maybe I'll meet new people. I don't know how exactly to put it, but I feel like I'm going to explode and I have to find someplace where I can relax."

"But this is so sudden," I exclaimed.

"Not really," replied Glenda. "I've been thinking about it for quite awhile. I made up my mind last night, and so now I'm going to leave."

"Oh?"

Glenda suddenly broke into tears: "I might as well confess. Something awful has happened."

"What?"

"Mom came into my room last night."

I pretended to be shocked by the disclosure: "Did she? What did she want?"

"Well, you might as well know the truth. Mom is a Lesbian. She seduced me last night."

"She what?"

I'm not making any of this up," explained Glenda. "I swear that everything that I'm telling you is the truth. She actually managed to seduce me. I didn't want to cooperate with her. But as soon as she climbed into bed with me, as soon as she kissed me, I melted like a piece of butter."

"She made love to you?"

"Yes," nodded Glenda. "Don't be angry with me. She was so much stronger than me. When she looked into my eyes, I felt as though I were a helpless child. When she touched my breasts, and lifted off my nightgown, I felt paralyzed."

"Was this the first time?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," nodded Glenda. "I've never made love to a woman before, though I've read about it"

"Did you enjoy it?"

Glenda craned her head and looked up at the ceiling. As I stared at her, I felt aroused. I wanted to jump up from my chair and rip off her clothes and fondle her naked body. She was so young and delicious that the very sight of her drove me wild with passion.

"Did you enjoy yourself when your mother made love to you?" I asked again.

Glenda nodded. "Yes, I'll admit that I did. It was a very pleasurable experience. She was gentle with me, very, very gentle. She massaged my body with her fingers, and she kissed me all over. She even kissed me between my legs."

"So, she kissed your cunt? She ate you?"

"Yes, she ate me," replied Glenda. "She also used a dildo on me. Do you know what a dildo is? It's an artificial penis made of plastic, or some such material. Mom wore it around her waist and she pretended to be a man."

"Did she climb on top of you?"

"Yes, she mounted me," said Glenda. "Then she pushed the dildo into my nest and she did some pretty wild things with it. For awhile, she really had me panting like a bitch. Do you want to know what I was thinking about while she was fucking me."

"What?"

"I was thinking of you," replied Glenda. I'm not kidding."

"I feel flattered."

"You ought to," laughed Glenda. "It's not every girl that thinks of her father the way I think of you. It's happened many times before. Once I was balling this guy in the back seat of his Volkswagen, and while he was doing it to me, I kept imagining that it was you. Remember that time when I was gang-banged by those hoodlums at the fraternity? The same thing happened. I closed my eyes and pretended that it was you who was fucking me."

"You must be in love with me," I sighed. "If you weren't my daughter, I would marry you in an instant."

"If you weren't my father, then I would make you," laughed Glenda. "But if wishes were horses then beggars would ride. I suppose that we can't have everything that we want. We have to settle for what we can get. That's what I've learned from all this. That's why I'm going away to Europe next week with my friend."

"Are you trying to get away from it all."

"Yes, I suppose that's what I'm attempting to do," explained Glenda. "Last night, when Mom forced me to make love to her, I suddenly realized what a pathetic human being I was. I had no self-control, no strength of my own. I want to develop some sort of confidence, so that I'll be able to run my own life instead of having other people run it for me. I mean, at the University I've got the reputation of being the fastest bang on the East Coast. I can't even walk across the campus without getting pawed."

"Oh?"

"I want to be treated like a human being," continued Glenda. "Is that asking too much? I want people to respect me and love me, not because I'm an easy lay, but because I'm a person, a real person."

"You sound like you've been reading all that female liberation junk," I laughed.

"It's not junk," protested Glenda. "It's a very serious subject. I think everyone is entitled to self-respect."

"I don't disagree with you," I replied. "But I wonder if you're going about it the right way. Do you dunk that by going to Europe, you'll be able to acquire a new personality? It's not that easy!"

"Maybe you're right," smiled Glenda. "But I've decided to go anyway. I think that the change will do me good. I've heard it said that people can be transformed by a new environment, by new scenery."

"If you've made up your mind, then I wish you the best of luck on your trip. Young girls are quite determined nowadays. I hope that you find what you're after. Anyway, I'll miss you very much."

"Will you really?"

"Yes," I replied. "Of course I'm going to miss you. God, how I hate to see you go. It makes me feel terribly depressed. Tell me something!!! Who are you going with? Is it a girlfriend of yours?"

"No Dad," said Glenda. 'I'm going with a boy. His name is Robert and he's a poet. A pretty good one if I say so myself."

"A poet? You're running off to Europe with a poet? That sounds pretty romantic. Are you in love with him?"

I'm not sure," replied Glenda. "I don't even know what that word means. I only know that I get good vibrations when I'm in his company."

"Glenda, I want to lass you," I said suddenly. I got up from my seat and walked over to her and threw my arms around her before she could respond. I removed her bonnet and started to stroke her soft, brown hair. I rubbed my hands across her face and neck, massaging her soft skin with my fingers.

"You're hot," I whispered.

"Yes, I know," replied Glenda. "Robert says that I'm hot as a bitch."

"Is Robert a good lover? Is he as good as me?"

"It's hard to make comparisons," sighed Glenda. "He's pretty wild in bed, if that's what you mean. He-likes to read poetry to me."

"Poetry? What's this younger generation coming to? I thought that boys are supposed to take girls into bed and fuck them."

"He does that too," laughed Glenda. "But before we have sexual intercourse, he always prepares me with a poem. When I hear him read, I really get turned on. I shiver and tingle. You'd be surprised what a little poetry can do for a young girl."

"Is Robert big?" I asked. "I'm very curious to know all about him!!!"

"Well he's fairly tall," replied Glenda. "He used to play basketball, if that means anything to you. He has blonde hair, and his family is fairly rich."

"How old is he?"

"He's going to be twenty-three next month," explained Glenda. "And he does push-ups every morning before breakfast. He's very strong."

"Oh?"

"Sometimes, when he takes me into his arms I think that he's going to crush me."

"And where did you meet this muscleman?" I asked.

"At a party," replied Glenda. "Actually, you might say that it was an orgy. A bunch of the girls from school and a bunch of guys got together to have a balL We drank lots of wine, and watched pornographic movies, and then we had some group sex."

"Group sex?"

"Yeah, you ought to try it," laughed Glenda. I'm sure that you would like it. All the hip kids at college are into that kind of thing. It's nice to feel a whole bunch of warm bodies next to yours."

Tt sounds terribly unromantic," I replied. "I would be afraid of one of those things. I think that sex ought to be limited to two or three people at the most. When you have more than that, then the act loses its flavor."

"You're an old fuddy-duddy," replied Glenda. This is a new world, and everyone is trying new things. Group sex is just part of that, if you know what I mean."

"So that's how you met Robert!! ! What made him so special?"

Glenda put her thumb into her mouth and started to suck on it just like a child. I felt terribly aroused, terribly excited as she looked into my eyes.

"Well?" I asked again. "What made Robert so special? Why did you pick him out above the other guys at the party?"

Glenda smiled: "Well, Robert is rather amply endowed, if you know what I mean?"

"Are you trying to say that he has a big cock?" I asked.

"It's enormous," exclaimed Glenda. "Just thinking about it makes me cream in my panties. His dong is twelve inches long when it's hard. When it's soft, it measures nine inches in length."

"Are you kidding?" I laughed. "Do you expect me to believe that he has a twelve inch slab of meat? That boy ought to be in the movies, if he does."

"Well, I measured it with a ruler," replied Glenda, whose face was beginning to blush. I bent over and kissed her on the cheeks. She sighed softly, shivering all over. I kissed her again, biting her earlobes, and the erogenous regions of her neck and throat.

"Hey, what's all that about?" asked Glenda suddenly, as I continued with my advance. "Are you trying to seduce me, you old rake?"

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm trying to do. You turn me on, you young bitch."

I let my hand brush against her soft breasts. I could feel them through the thin cotton fabric of her flower print dress. I gathered them up in my palms and squeezed them gently, as my fingers tingled with wild, uncontrollable lust

"Oh Dad, stop it" cried Glenda. "We're in the office. Somebody might come in at any moment."

"Don't you worry your little head over that," I replied, walking over to my desk. I buzzed my secretary over the intercom system and instructed her that I was not to be disturbed for the next two hours.

"Two hours?" exclaimed Glenda. "Do you intend to keep me here for that long?"

"Longer!!!" I laughed, taking her hand and kissing it. "You have beautiful fingers, Glenda. Did Robert ever tell you that you had beautiful fingers?"

"No, he never did," replied my daughter. "But he's told me plenty of other things. He says that I'm voluptuous. He also says that I give a pretty good blow-job. Have I ever blown you, Dad?"

"I don't remember." I replied.

Glenda got up from her seat and she grabbed hold of my zipper and she pulled it down. Then, teasingly, she reached inside of my pants and seized my cock.

"Are you going to blow me?" I asked.

Glenda fell on her knees, and opened up her mouth, just like a fish. Then she yanked out my erection and she swallowed it up. She licked it very gently with her hot little tongue, leaving a trail of saliva from the tip to the base. She was slow and deliberate as she tickled the swollen meat of my organ. She blew on it with her hot breath, and I felt a strong, electrifying sensation pass up and down my spine.

"Gee..." I cried. "You sure know what you're doing."

"Practice makes perfect," replied Glenda, as she reached up from her kneeling position and unbuckled my belt. My trousers fell, and then she pulled down my shorts. I must have looked completely ridiculous, naked from my waist down. I must admit, at the time, I wasn't particularly concerned over my appearance.

"Dad!!!" whispered Glenda. "Robert says that I have hot lips. He says that when I start sucking on his prick, he feels like he's climbing up a wall. I can make it last, if you know what I mean."

"I wish that you wouldn't talk so much," I replied. "Won't you get on with what you were doing?"

"In a moment," sighed Glenda. "But first let me ask you a question."

"Shoot!!!"

Glenda's eyes twinkled: "What's it worth to you? If I eat you, how much will you give me?"

"Are you asking me for money?" I exclaimed.

"Sure," replied Glenda. "I want you to tell me how much you think that I'm worth."

"How much do you want?"

"Well, Robert and I will need a couple of thousand for our trip to Europe. You're rich and I don't think that you'd miss it very much."

"You want money?"

"Yes, I want you to give me four thousand dollars as a going away present. Is that okay with you?"

My whole body was burning up. If the devil had asked me to sell my soul at that moment, I probably would have considered his offer.

"Okay," I said. "I'll write you a check for the money before you leave. I hope Robert chokes on it, I do. He's turned you into a prostitute."

"No, he didn't put me up to it," insisted Glenda. "This is all my idea. I figure that if I'm going to do you a favor, then you ought to give me something in return. Fair enough?"

"I guess so," I replied, not particularly happy with the deal. If Glenda had come right out and asked me for the money, I would have been more than glad to give it to her. But the way she had gone about it, left a bad taste in my mouth, and would probably leave a bad taste in her sweet little mouth.

She opened her lips once again, and she swallowed my cock. I put my hands on her head and patted her as she chewed away at my meat. The friction of her tongue and teeth sent me flying into seventh heaven. I was tingling all over, as I rammed my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, till I had almost shoved it down her throat.

When I looked down at her, kneeling in front of me with my cock inside of her mouth, I felt very strong, very confident. I pinched her cheeks and rubbed her ears, thrusting myself with my pelvis.

"Oh shit!!" I cried. "I can feel it now."

Just as I was about to come, Glenda released the pressure of her tongue, and stopped sucking me as hard as she had been doing. Suddenly I grew more relaxed. I closed my eyes and waited. Glenda began to hum with her throat, so that the vibrations echoed through my body.

"Oh shit!!!" I cried, and then I began to ejaculate. To say that it was a beautiful experience, would be to understate the pure pleasure which overwhelmed me. When it was over, I felt exhilarated and refreshed. It was as though I had just taken a hot massage. All the cells of my body were wide awake, alive and bouncing with energy.

"What did you do with my semen?" I asked, as Glenda licked off her lips with her tongue. "Did you swallow it?"

"Yes," replied Glenda. "Yours is very salty. Robert's cream has a much sweeter tang. Did you know that a teaspoonful of the stuff has only eleven calories?"

"Oh!! ! I suppose you learned that in college?"

"Yes," replied Glenda. "In biology. Where else?"

Glenda gave my organ one last kiss before getting up off her knees. She sat down on a chair, smiling like the cat that ate the canary.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"You are," replied Glenda. "Did you know that you have a hairy ass, and a pair of hairy balls?"

"No one has ever told me that," I coughed, pulling up my jockey shorts and then my trousers. I buckled my belt and straightened out my shirt.

"Well?" asked Glenda. "Was that worth four thousand clams or wasn't it?"

I walked over to the desk and wrote her a check for that amount. I waved it at her, the way a matador would wave a red cape in front of a bull.

"Here it is!!" I laughed. "Do you want it?"

"Yes!!!"

"Well, come and get it," I said teasingly. "Shall I chase you around the office."

"Why not?"

Glenda jumped up at me, like a lioness. I moved fast, eluding her grasp. She was bouncy, full of energy, as she dashed across the floor. Finally she caught my shirt sleeve with her fingers.

""I've got you," she laughed.

"And "I've got you," I replied, throwing my arms around her waist. I reached up her back, to the zipper of her dress, and I started to pull it down.

"What are you trying to do?" asked Glenda. "Do you want to strip me?"

"Yes," I said

Glenda smiled broadly. "Haven't you had enough sex? I figure that an old rake like yourself would be all spent after a blow-job."

"I figure that I've got a couple of good shots left in me yet," I replied. "Besides, I want your panties."

"You want my panties? What in heaven for?"

"Well," I replied, "now that you'll be going away to Europe with your muscleman boyfriend, I need something to remember you by."

"My panties?" said Glenda incredulously.

"Sure," I nodded. "A lock of your pussy hair would be better, but unfortunately you're bald for the time being. That's why I want your panties. They'll remind me of the good times that we had together."

"I see the point," exclaimed Glenda. "But if you want them, you'll have to pay for them. Nothing in this world is free, after all."

"You take after me, you little cunt," I laughed. "You would make a hell of a good business woman. How much do you think that your panties are worth?"

Glenda broke out of my embrace, and she stepped back across the plush carpeted floor. She carefully removed her flower print dress, as I watched. Underneath she was wearing a pink slip, which she hiked up to her waist and pulled over her head.

"You certainly are a good looking bitch," I exclaimed as I stared down at the crotch of her panties. She was wet down there, and I could hear the squish of her cunt as she spread her legs apart

"Well?" asked Glenda. "How much do you think my panties are worth? We'll start the bidding at a thousand. Do I hear a thousand?"

"Okay, a thousand...."

"Sold for a thousand," agreed Glenda. "And I'll even throw my brassiere into the deal."

Glenda reached behind her and unhooked the straps of her bra. Then she tugged at the elastic waistband of her panties and pulled them down, past her thighs and calves. She held them in her hands, dangling them in front of me in a most obscene way.

"Will you eat them now or later?" she asked.

I stared at the fullness of her naked body, and suddenly I was alive again. I walked towards her with one objective in mind: to get fucked. Glenda dropped her panties as I circled my arms around her waist, and pulled her close to me. She shivered, as I slid my palms onto the soft swell of her soft little ass. I squeezed the cheeks gently, and worked my hands between her creamy warm thighs. She was burning up, trembling as I fondled her flesh. I pressed my fingers into her cunt and rubbed it up. Then I pulled down my fly and released my pecker, all the while backing Glenda up against the desk. I didn't dare let her out of my embrace for fear that she might try to escape.

Of course I was being paranoid. Being with Glenda made me feel like that. I was afraid that she would run out of the office, completely naked and try to embarrass me in front of everyone.

"Hey Dad!" she said. "You're backing me up against the desk. What are you planning?"

"I'm planning to fuck you," I replied, lifting her up and sh'ding her onto the mahogany top. I pulled her legs apart and mounted her like a jockey. Suddenly she started to giggle. I put my pecker into her cunt and she continued her silly, girlish giggling.

"Stop that!!!" I said.

"Why? Does it make you nervous?"

"Yes," I replied. "You make me forget what I'm doing. Don't you know it's not lady-like to laugh when a man is on top of you?"

I rammed my shaft deep into her womb, thrusting with my hips and pelvis. All the while, I could hear the shrill, high-pitched tone of Glenda's laugh. I couldn't imagine what it was that she was laughing at. Once I almost started to laugh along with her. It was only by intense concentration on what I was doing that I was able to control my impulse. Finally, after about ten minutes of shoving my cock back and forth inside of her hole, I ejaculated.

"It's about time," laughed Glenda, "I thought that it would take you forever. Gee, did you know that this desk is very, very cold."

"Oh, I didn't know that," I replied, puling myself out and wiping myself off with a napkin. Then I pushed it into my trousers and zipped up my

"Okay Glenda," I said. "Why don't you put your dress on? "I'll write you a check for that additional thousand dollars you robbed me out of."

Glenda did as I told her. She pulled on her slip, and then she got into her flower print dress. She combed her hair, picked her bonnet off the floor and fitted it neatly on top of her head. Her brassiere and panties were still lying on the floor, so I picked them up and put them into my closet. Then I handed her the thousand dollars which I had agreed to pay her for those garments.

"Spend it in good health," I said. "I hope that you and your boyfriend have a wonderful time in Europe. Don't forget to write."

"I promise I won't forget," replied Glenda. "Anyway, this has been quite a memorable afternoon. I wonder what your secretary would say if she knew that I had just finished fucking you?"

Glenda gave me her hand, and I kissed it

"Well, I'm off," she said. "Give my regards to Mom."

"Wait one second," I said. "Before you go, could you tell me one thing."

"What's that?"

"Could you tell me what was so funny? Why the hell were you laughing while I was fucking you? Were you laughing at me."

"Oh, no " replied Glenda. "I-wasn't laughing at you. I was laughing ... at life!!."

"At life?"

"Yes," exclaimed Glenda. "I was laughing at life."

Before I had a chance to ask her to clear that up for me, she burst through the door and was gone. I never did know what she meant and it's been bugging me ever since.