Chapter 3

After that brief encounter on that Sunday afternoon, I never touched my daughter for the next four years. I will admit, quite candidly that I dreamed about her, that I lusted after her, that I wanted her sweet cunt with my entire body and soul.

Yet, I could not get away from my puritan upbringing, from the belief that incest is a mortal sin, which should be avoided at all costs. In spite of the fact that my relationship with my wife Cindy, sweet bitchy Cindy, had deteriorated to the point that we were sleeping in separate bedrooms, I could not bring myself to surrender to my daughter although she tried on many occasions to seduce me.

"Cm on daddy," she would whisper, when we were alone. "We've done it once, why not try it again?"

When we sat in the dining room, she would purposely seat herself next to me, and while I was eating, she would put her hands on my lap like a little devil and stroke my legs and my crotch. She used to laugh secretly as she watched me blush, and tremble and cough as though I had been seized by a nervous spasm. Glenda played all lands of games with me, walking naked in front of me, rubbing her belly, and calling me into her bedroom.

In spite of it all, I resisted, throwing myself into my work and my business. I tried to forget about sex, and sublimated my sexual desires into the world of commerce. The pursuit of money can sometimes be as exciting and as invigorating as the pursuit of some nice round tail.

I opened up a small basement factory, manufacturing plastic laundry bags, an idea which soon caught on very big and made me a millionaire. People envied me, looking to me for advice, for words of wisdom.

"You know," my friend Jack once said to me. "If I were you I should be the happiest man in the world. You've got a wonderful wife and daughter and a prosperous business. What more can a man want out of life?"

Yes, Jack was right! Outwardly, for appearance, I had everything. You should have seen how my wife Cindy would snuggle up to me when we were in public. She acted like the most affectionate woman in the world, kissing my cheeks, holding my hand, rubbing herself against me when we danced. You can't believe how affectionate she was, when we were out in public.

But as soon as we got home, it all changed, and she dried up like a prune. We had sex once in awhile, but it was insipid, perfunctory sex which didn't satisfy me at all. It was almost like masturbating, when I had sex with Cindy. She would lie underneath me, taut and rigid, as I drilled my cock into her. Afterwards, she would make me pull out, and she would either roll over and go to sleep, or she would go to the room next door and sleep there.

Often I would think of Glenda, and would be tempted to go to her for the love which I so desperately needed. Something always held me in check as I bit my lips and tried to make her image disappear from my mind.

The years passed, and Cindy and I grew further and further apart. She had her friends, and her parties, and her political activities, while I had my business to take care of. By that time, Glenda had grown from puberty into maturity, becoming a tall, comely woman of delightful proportions.

After graduating from high school, she went away to an out of town college, seldom coming home to visit us. I was genuinely saddened by her absence and I found myself thinking about her almost every day, writing her letters, and eagerly awaiting her replies. The house in West Hampton, where we lived, seemed empty and barren with Glenda gone, and Cindy was no comfort at all to me. She treated me as though I were some distant relative, smiling at me once in awhile, but not really paying any attention to me.

I found that I no longer wanted to come home, and I would call Cindy every once in a while and tell her that I was going to stay in the city for the evening, because I had some work to do. Usually I went down to the Commerce Club, on Seventy-Ninth street and I would chew the rag with my old cronies, discussing business trends, and politics, and occasionally playing a hand of poker.

One night in late November, while I was having dinner at the club, I noticed a young, beautiful waitress who was serving one of the tables at the other end of the dining room. She was wearing a blue and white uniform, that hugged the curves of her body in a most delightful manner. Her flaming red hair was cut short, falling in ringlets about her neck and throat.

I had had a little too much to drink, and I felt brash and cocky. This young girl (she couldn't have been older than twenty) excited me and I wanted her more than I had ever wanted anything in my whole life. I stared at the round curve of her creamy white calves as she pranced across the carpeted floor of the dining room, like a proud filly.

"Oh Miss," I called to her, when she passed by.

"Yes...?"

"Nothing...," I replied.

For the next several evenings, I continued to admire my beautiful waitress, staring at the softness of her jiggling buttocks, at the paleness of her pure white skin, at the gracefulness of her delicate step.

One night I waited for her when she came out of the club, and I offered to drive her home. I was sure that she would refuse me, and I was truly surprised when she accepted. She sat down in the seat beside me and she told me that she lived in an apartment in the Village.

"Do you live alone?" I asked, letting my hand fall onto her knee.

"Yes," she replied. Then, without flinching, "Would you kindly remove your hand from my leg? I'm not a whore that you can have for the asking."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "I didn't realize..."

She wouldn't let me complete my sentence. "I know your land," she said. "I've seen the way you've been staring at me, watching me all week. I could feel your hot breath on my back whenever I passed by your table. You want to fuck me, don't you? Isn't that the reason that you waited for me, in front of the club? I'll bet that you expect me to invite you up to my apartment for a drink, and then you probably expect me to take off my skirt and blouse and ask you to stay for the night. Isn't that how it's supposed to be done?"

"Don't be angry with me," I protested. "It's true that I've been watching you, and it's true that I want you very badly. You can't imagine how badly I want you. But, if you say no, then I'll simply go away."

"You know, my name is Lillian," the girl suddenly said to me. "What's yours?"

"Paul," I replied.

"That's a nice, simple name. Paul-l like the way it rolls out of my tongue. You know that you're a very handsome man. You're rich, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"I always find rich men terribly charming," said Lillian. "They seem so poised, so full of confidence. Do you want to spend the night with me? Do you want to fuck me? I'm a very good lay, you know."

"I can imagine."

"You know that I'm an art student," said Lillian. "I'm very talented. I only work as a waitress to put myself through school."

"Where do you go?" I asked.

"N.Y.U., " replied the red-haired girl. "If you wish, you may put your hand back on my knee."

"What?" I asked, not able to understand this girl who turned hot and cold in such a brief period of time. At first she was screaming at me, and insulting me, and now she was asking me to put my hand on her leg. What the hell was her game?

"I'm just playing with you," said the girl. I like to play with men, especially if they're self-confident. I like to watch the way they will react. If they pass my test, then they get invited up to my apartment for a little treat."

"Did I pass?? "

"With flying colors," laughed the girl, as she bent over me and gave me a little peck of a kiss on my chin.

Lillian's apartment was large and spacious, covered with her paintings which were interesting and full of promise. The furniture was cheap and second hand, and there were books strewn all over the floor.

"Pretty messy, huh?" said Lillian, as she walked over to the bar and got me a drink. I loosened my tie, and sat on the olive green convertible sofa, watching her as she strolled towards me. Her boobs jiggled nicely, and she held her head high in the air, arrogantly.

"How much do you pay for this dump?" I asked.

"A hundred and fifty," replied Lillian.

"Tomorrow you move out," I said impetuously. "Find yourself a better place, buy new furniture. I don't want you living in a dump."

"And how am I going to afford a better place?" asked Lillian. "I only make so much as a waitress at the club."

"Oh yes, you'll quit that job too. I'll take care of everything. You are now officially working for me, as a secretary. How does that sound to you?"

The girl's eyes lit up, shining brightly, as she handed me the drink. She sat beside me on the couch, and she pecked at my fingers, kissing me lightly.

"How shall I repay you for your kindness and generosity?" she asked, smiling slyly. This was a smart bitch, a real smart bitch. I put my drink down on the floor, and I slid my hand underneath her dress, up along her leg, to the warmth of her soft, inner thighs. She jumped up, coughing, moaning. My hands gently kneaded and stroked the softness of her trembling flesh. I reached for the elastic fringe of her panties, pulling it open, sliding my fingers underneath, gently climbing along the milky smoothness of her inner thigh, up to the slit of her cunt.

"I'm wet," she said. "Go on, and feel it. My pussy is wet, just for you."

My fingers traced the outline of her cunt, gently brushing against the fatty flesh of her moist labial tissue, pushing through the drape-like folds that guarded the entrance to the garden of earthly de-lights. I slowly worked my way into her cunt, into the deep, dark, moist cavern which flowed with honey juices.

"Do you like my cunt?" she asked. "It's nice and soft, and wet."

"Undress me," said the girl, smiling. "We've been waiting too long. We've been waiting much too long."

I gently unbuttoned her blouse, and slid it over her arms, folding it neatly over the back of a chair. Then I fumbled with the hooks of her brassiere, gently liberating her large, milky white breasts. My fingers gently fell to her nipples, squeezing and pinching as the girl squealed with delight. I buried my face in her cleavage, biting her breasts with my teeth, sucking on them, the way a little child would suck on his mother's teat.

Slowly my face traveled down, past her stomach, to her navel. I inserted my tongue into her belly button, into the fragrant, shallow crevice, licking her hard, kissing her with my lips, biting her with my teeth.

The girl stood up, as I unzipped the back of her skirt, letting it fall to the wooden floor.

"Do you want to smell my panties?" asked the girl, staring innocently into my eyes. She tugged at the elastic waistband of her wet undergarments, pulling them over the hump of her buttocks, rolling them across her thighs and calves, letting them fall in a puddle at her ankles. When she threw the wet panties in my face, I didn't know what to do, and I held them stupidly, as I looked at the perfect smoothness of her naked white body.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

"What do you mean?"

"You look like a fool, holding my panties. Smell them. Go on, put them to your nose and smell them. Lick them just like a dog."

I must confess that the proposition did not excite me, and I felt rather disgusted by it. She saw my inhibition, and she came over to me and gently nuzzled the undergarments to my nose.

"They're covered with my juices," she said. "They're wet and fragrant with the smell of my pussy. Don't be afraid to enjoy the smell. Close your eyes and inhale."

I breathed deeply, filling my nostrils with the exquisite aroma which emanated from Lillian's panties. My head spun around, and my eyes bulged in my head, as I began to shake and shiver.

"They smell good, don't they?"

"Yes," I replied. "I like them very much. I've never smelled anyone's panties before. I shall have to do so more frequently."

"Are you married?" asked Lillian, suddenly.

"Yes."

"Your wife doesn't understand you, I'll bet."

"She understands me, all too well," I replied. "Does she fuck good?" I laughed.

"What's the matter?? " asked Lillian. "What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing," I replied. "It just struck me as being very funny when you asked me if my wife fucks."

"Well, doesn't she?"

"Frankly, no," I replied. "My wife doesn't like to fuck. It displeases her. Even when we were still newlyweds, she didn't like me to stick my cock into her cunt. There's something wrong with her. The act of fucking disgusts her. She-likes everything else, except the one thing that really counts."

"I see."

"My wife and I are almost completely estranged," I continued. "She's very much concerned with politics and all that kind of crap. She has no time for me. I hardly come home anymore. What the hell is there for me to come home to?"

"You poor man," said Lillian.

I unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to the floor. Then I quickly rolled down my Jockey shorts, exposing my large organ to Lillian's curious eyes. She walked over to me, and she grabbed hold of it, as though it was a pump handle, and she started to jerk at it with all of her strength, ripping it eagerly with her fingernails. Tiny droplets of come trickled out of the tip, onto her hands. She gently massaged the lubricating cream into the long, throbbing shaft of my cock, tickling my balls as she lightly brushed across them with her fingernails.

"Lie down," she said.

When I was down on the floor, lying flat on my back, she straddled over me, squatting down so that her cunt was directly over my face. I licked her up, the way a dog would lick a bitch, jumping wildly. Soon she moved over my cock, and she eased herself onto it, shaking her ass, gyrating her hips as my organ became imbedded in the murky softness of her wet cunt

I thrust up against her with my pelvis, as she gently chewed up my cock with the teeth of her cunt, rubbing it, and squeezing it till it ached with wild passions. It didn't take me more than a couple of minutes to shoot my load, ramming myself deep inside of her.

When it was over, she sat down beside me, on the floor, lighting up a cigarette. She seemed a little sad, and I wanted to cheer her up.

"What's the matter?" I asked. "Didn't you enjoy yourself?"

"How could I?" she asked. "You didn't give me a chance."

"What?"

"You didn't wait for me," she said, beating my chest with her fists. "What's the matter with you? Couldn't you wait just a couple more minutes?"

When I realized what she was talking about, I felt like a complete fool, like a bumbling idiot. In my eagerness, in my anticipation, I had neglected the most important element in the sexual encounter, namely my partner's satisfaction. I had taken her, like a pig, without regard for her pleasure.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Please forgive me. I was stupid."

"How can I forgive you?" asked the girl. "I feel like I'm being torn apart. My cunt is still churning, and my ass feels like it's being stabbed by a thousand needles. I hate men who only take me half way to paradise."

"I'm sorry, only it's been so long since I've had a real woman that I wasn't thinking."

"Make it up to me," said the girl, rubbing her naked belly in an obscene and provocative manner, moistening her lips with her long, lascivious tongue.

"I don't know if I have another shot left in me," I said, looking down at my limp, flaccid cock, feeling guilty and ashamed.

"How long will it take you to get hard again?"

"Maybe an hour; maybe less."

"I can't wait that long," said Lillian, rolling across the floor. "Go into the kitchen. Get a carrot out of the refrigerator. Make it quick."

"A carrot?" I said stupidly.

"Don't ask questions," replied the girl. "Get the carrot, pronto."

I obeyed her command, having only a vague idea what she had in mind. Did she want me to jerk her off with the carrot? That was a possibility, but it seemed so strange that I dismissed it. Maybe she was hungry, maybe she wanted to eat the carrot? That too was a possibility, but again it was stupid.

When I returned, she was still on the floor, her legs spread wide apart, so that the red slit of her juicy cunt was clearly visible.

"Stick it into me," said Lillian.

"What?"

"The carrot, you fool," whispered the girl, rubbing her breasts with her fingers. "Don't keep me waiting. Stick the carrot into my cunt."

I held the long orange vegetable nervously, my heart palpitating, my fingers trembling. I bent down on my knees, sticking my face between the girl's thighs, kissing the hot wet meat of her legs with my mouth. I grabbed her clitoris between my teeth, and I bit it, exerting an exhilarating friction to its surface.

It seemed to me as though she was gasping for breath, for air, as she writhed wildly on the wooden floor, shaking her hips and her pelvis in an obscene manner, opening and closing her legs, as she gestured with her hands.

The carrot! the carrot!"

As I had just taken it out of the refrigerator, it was slightly cold, and I didn't think it proper to insert it into her cunt. I took the carrot, and I licked it with my tongue, covering it with sticky saliva. Then I ran it up and down her body, across her neck and throat, down to her cleavage, past her pink and white breasts.

"Now," she gasped. "Don't make me wait, Paul. Please don't make me wait. I'll never forgive you."

"Don't worry, baby," I said, smiling. "Don't you worry about a damn thing. I'm going to take real good care of your sweet, juicy cunt."

I took the carrot and very gently worked it between her legs, inserting it gently into her pubic orifice. It sunk inside of her womb, the way a stone would sink into soft, hot, wet mud. Gently the carrot became imbedded inside of her throbbing vagina, sinking deeper and deeper into the quicksand of a young girl's sexuality.

"How does it feel?" I asked.

"Don't talk," she said, moaning. "Move it into me. Jerk me off! Please jerk me off I'!!"

I began to move the carrot rhythmically inside of her hole, turning it first clockwise, and then counterclockwise, drilling it into her gently and then fiercely. The girl responded to each of my motions, with complementary motions of her own, bumping and grinding with her hips and her pelvis.

"Are you almost there?" I asked, as I began to increase the pace, ramming the carrot into her faster and faster.

"Oh shit!" she exclaimed. I could see that she was near the top of the mountain. She was only inches away, and running fast and furiously. She lifted her buttocks up in the air, and she bucked her cunt like a wild mare, riding the wild dreams of her erotic imagination.

"Oh shit!!!" she screamed again. "I can feel it. I can really feel it."

Suddenly an earthquake broke across her body, as she jumped into the air, madly, feverishly, flinging her arms and her legs. The room was filled with the aroma of her feminine scent, and the sound of the carrot squishing inside of her cunt permeated the atmosphere.

The orgasm which Lillian finally experienced lasted for what seemed to be at least fifteen minutes. I have always been amazed by the enormous pleasure which a woman can obtain from sexual intercourse. If a man can make his orgasm last more than a minute, he is lucky. But a woman can sometimes make it go on for what seems to be an eternity.

I envied Lillian, as I watched her roll across the floor, the carrot imbedded inside of her cunt. A warm, liquid glow rippled through her feminine flesh as she thrashed around like a fish in pursuit of her satisfaction. When it was finally over, she was completely exhausted, covered with a veneer of sweat, her red curls drenched and sweaty.

"That was good," she said. "That really was good."

I moved to pull the carrot out of her cunt, but she shook her head and told me to leave it inside of her.

"A carrot is always hard," she said. "A carrot can never get soft. Never!"

"Do you like it better than a man?" I asked.

"Sometimes. When I was a little girl, I always used to make love to myself with a carrot. After a shower, I would roll across the floor in the bathroom, with my special carrot, sticking it inside of me and pretending that it was a man."

"Young girls do strange things," I said laughing. "I could never understand young girls. I have a daughter named Glenda. She's just about your age. She started college two months ago."

'Is she pretty?"

"She's beautiful," I said.

"Did you ever want to fuck her?" asked Lillian. "I'll bet that every father has wanted to fuck his daughter. It's true, isn't it? I can tell by the way you're looking at me that it's true."

"Leave me alone," I said.

"So sorry," laughed the girl. "I didn't know that it was such a touchy subject with you. Have you ever made an advance at your daughter? I'll bet that you did. Your face is turning red, Paul. I think that I've struck a nerve."

"Listen," I said. "Just cool it. I don't want to talk about my daughter. Dig?? "

"I had a brother once," said Lillian. "He was a big ox of a brother, with the biggest muscles that you ever did see. He used to masturbate while I watched him. He was a very odd bird, always masturbating. He tried to rape me once, when he was drunk as a ass. I shoved him away and he fell on the floor and almost killed himself."

"It's funny, but I never pictured you with a brother," I said. "Where does your family live?"

"They live out west," replied Lillian. "My father has a farm in Idaho. He wanted me to marry the son of a rancher, but I refused. I packed up and came East to seek my fortune. My father cut me off from the family fortune. He warned me that if I didn't come back and marry Johnny, that's the boy's name, then he wouldn't have a thing to do with me."

"So what happened?"

"I told my father to fuck himself. I mean, the crumb tried to fuck me more than once. What the hell did I need him for? I figure that I'll make it on my own. What do you think."

"Sure you'll make it," I said, bending over and kissing her on her face. I don't know what it was about the girl, but I found myself falling strangely in love with her. I brushed my fingers across her breasts, rubbing her nipples until they stiffened in my palms.

"Can I take the carrot out of your cunt?" I asked.

"Sure," the girl said. "I'm satisfied. Go on and pull it out. Eat it, if you want to. Save a bite for me."

I reached between her thighs, and I extracted the warm, wet carrot from Lillian's delightful pussy. The vegetable was covered with her juices, soaked through and through with her feminine scent. I put it into my mouth and I bit off the tip and chewed it with my teeth, mashing it and then swallowing it.

Tastes good? Huh?"

Tastes great," I replied. 'It just tastes great."

Lillian looked down at my cock, and she saw that it was beginning to grow. She watched it and she smiled, just like a woman. Her eyes glowed fiendishly, devilishly. She reached up with her hands and she grabbed my phallus and she slapped it hard with her palms.

"I think that you're alive again," she said.

"Sure I'm alive," I replied. "I'm more alive than I ever was. Eating the carrot gave me strength."

"Do you want me?" asked the girl, getting up from where she was lying.

"Sure I want you," I said, staring at her round, soft buttocks. I had never seen such a delightful little ass, so perfectly shaped, like two half moons.

"Do you want me?" she repeated.

"Yes!!"

Then come and get me, Cock," she laughed. "Come and get me."

I jumped to my feet, running after her. She eluded me for almost ten minutes, dodging under chairs, and behind tables. I finally tackled her in the bathroom, and we made sweet love to the ominous gurgling of the toilet bowl