Chapter 5

Two weeks later, while I was in my office in mid-town, I received a most distressing long distance phone call from Boston. It was my daughter Glenda and she was calling from the University.

"Daddy!! " she cried. "Daddy!!!"

"Hello, is that you Glenda?" I asked. It seemed as though she was on the verge of tears, as she spoke in a broken, halting voice.

"How are you Daddy?"

"Oh fine," I replied. "Is there anything wrong? You sound like something is wrong."

"Oh it's nothing," she coughed, and then she abruptly hung up the receiver. I heard the click on the other end and she was gone.

The rest of the day I couldn't do a thing. I tried to read some important papers, but the words blurred. I tried to write some letters, but I found that I was unable to concentrate on anything any longer. I kept thinking about Glenda, about her soft brown hair and her large calf-like eyes. Was she in trouble? Had something happened to her?

Finally I decided to take the long drive up to Boston. I had to see her! I had to find out what was the matter! But more important than my natural parental concern, were the perverse sexual impulses which motivated me. The phone call had reawakened in me desires which I had long tried to suppress.

Two days later, on a Sunday, I took the three hour drive up to Boston. The road was clear and I could do better than seventy for most of the trip. I stopped only twice, once for gas, and once for a cup of coffee.

If you've ever been to Boston, you'll know that the streets are crooked and jagged, and they lead on endlessly. I got lost twice, but finally made my way to the almost deserted campus. Most of the kids were gone for the Christmas recess. In past years, Glenda had also come home for the occasion. This time, however, she said that she would prefer to stay at the dormitory because she had a lot of studying to do for her final examinations in January.

As I walked up the stairs to her room on the third floor, I wondered whether she had told us the truth. I could think of many reasons why she would prefer not to return home. Maybe she had a lover, and she wanted to spend the vacation with him-in bed. The possibility angered me. I don't know why (or maybe I really do), but the thought of sweet Glenda in bed with another man made my stomach turn. She was my little girl, she belonged to me, and she had no right to go screwing around behind my back, at least not until she got herself married.

Soon I came to her room, on the third floor, down a long dark corridor. The door was partly opened, so I didn't bother to knock, but pushed my way inside. For a second I didn't believe what I saw. I rubbed my eyes, but the image didn't go away.

"Oh!!!" I exclaimed stupidly, as I looked across the room, to the bed near the window. Glenda was inside of the bed wearing a shortie nightgown, and lying next to her were two young boys, both of them naked and fast asleep. There was a bottle of bourbon on the floor, and there was a funny smell in the room, a salty smell.

I tried to think where the smell could be coming from, and then I realized what it was. The body odor of the two boys, mixed with the sexual aroma of Glenda's feminine scent formed a powerful combination.

"Daddy!! " Glenda blurted out, when she saw me.

I was boiling mad. I raced over to the bed, and picked one of the boys up by his long hair and tossed him half way across the room. Then I belted the other guy across his kidney, so that he awoke with a wild scream.

"Hey man!!!" he exclaimed, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Take your clothes and get the fuck out of here," I said. "If the two of you aren't gone in exactly a minute from now, then I'm going to make mincemeat out of you."

"Sure man!! Sure!! " they said, as they got into their dungarees and boots. I've never seen two boys run so fast in my whole life.

Glenda was still lying on top of the bed, her nightgown rolled up to her waist so that I could see her exposed muff. She made no attempt to cover herself, or say anything to me. She just lay there, on top of the covers, just as she had been lying before, with her head propped up against the pillow.

"Well, so what's the story?" I coughed stupidly, taking off my coat and throwing it across the back of a chair.

I looked around the room, and the place was a mess, with junk lying all over the floor. The walls were covered with pornographic pictures. There was a musky smell in the air, and I could see a couple of used condoms lying at the bottom of the waste paper basket, near the door.

Glenda looked up at me: "You should have phoned before you came so I could clean the place up for you. I would have picked my panties and brassiere off the floor, and I would have driven to the airport to meet you."

"Oh, Glenda," I replied. "How could have you done this to me? I mean, it's bad enough to sleep around with one guy. But with two!! ! That's ... that's perverted."

"Is that more perverted than sleeping with one's father, Father?? "

I sat down on the side of the bed, next to her, and I suddenly started to stroke her exposed thigh. She made no attempt to move away from me, or push my hand away. She just spread open her legs, and for a brief second, before she closed them again, I could see the crack of her cunt, the delightful slit that ran like a canal between her thighs.

"I came because I was worried," I said. "Your phone call on Friday sounded desperate. Was there something the matter? Why did you hang up like that?"

"Oh," Glenda sighed. "It was nothing. Really, it wasn't terribly important."

"You're lying."

"Okay, if you must know the truth, I was gang banged by a bunch of fraternity brothers," Glenda replied. "I felt a bit remorseful for letting them do it to me, so I called you up. I thought you would understand. I thought that you could help me."

I couldn't believe my ears. Certainly she was fabricating an incredible he. It couldn't be true!! No, my daughter would never do something as obviously wrong, as obviously immoral as that!! !

Glenda seemed to read my thoughts: "So you don't think I'm capable of that? Well, Daddy, you're as wrong as wrong can be. You had better get used to the idea that you have a tramp for a daughter. I'm an easy lay, that's what I am. I don't think that there has been a boy on this campus that I haven't made it with. They pass my phone number around, from one to another. Hell, I have them coming here in shifts!!!"

"But why?" I asked. "Why do you act like that? Don't you know it's wrong?"

Glenda looked at me philosophically: "Who knows what's right and what's wrong? My anthropology professor says that everything in life is relative, if you know what I mean. There are no absolutes anymore!! "

"Oh, you're talking stupid," I replied. "You shouldn't listen so much to your professors, and pay more attention to your own impulses. Surely you must realize that promiscuity is immoral! !!"

"Yeah!! Yeah, I know it," cried Glenda. "But who cares? The first couple of times I slept around, it was a bit difficult. But after awhile, it got much easier. A boy would call me up on a date, and I would accept Then the two of us would go to a movie, kiss a little, and then he would come up to my dormitory room."

"And then you'd go to sleep with him?"

"Yes," nodded Glenda. "That's what usually happened. I wanted to thank the boy for a wonderful evening, so I took him to bed with me. I don't even get any pleasure when I do it. Do you know that I must have fucked more than a hundred different guys since September and I haven't been able to get a single orgasm? You can't believe how hard I try. I let them do anything they want to do. I fuck and I suck and I do practically everything, and I still haven't been able to come. Sometimes I think that there must be something wrong with me. Maybe I'm frigid, just like Mother."

"Who told you about that?" I asked.

"Oh, I know," answered Glenda. "Don't think that I haven't heard the two of you arguing at night in your bedrooms. I stay up a lot, or at least I used to when I was living at home, and I listened with my ear cupped to the wall. Oh, it was terrible, really terrible, when I heard the way the two of you were always fighting about sex. Mom is frigid, isn't she?"

"Yes," I nodded. "There's no point in keeping it a secret"

"I think that I'm just like her," Glenda continued. "I don't enjoy having sex with men. Believe me, I've tried just about everything. I've made it with younger boys and with older men, and I simply haven't been able to get my satisfaction."

"Is that what drives you?" I asked. "Is that what keeps you hopping around the way that you do, from one bed to another?"

"I guess so," Glenda replied. "I want to feel something. You can't imagine how badly I want to feel the thrill of love surging through my body. But I think that it's simply hopeless."

Suddenly I felt great compassion for her: "Tell me what happened in the fraternity house."

Glenda looked up at me, and then her lips fell to mine, and her mouth opened up as my tongue darted inside, rubbing against her teeth and her upper palate.

"You see, Daddy," she said a moment later. I'm a hopeless case. I even want to make it with you. Am I a nymphomaniac or what? Ever since that day when we first had sex together, I've been dreaming about an encore. Do you want to know what I do sometimes? I close my eyes and try to remember what your cock looks like, and I try to recall what it felt like when you fucked me. I masturbate a lot, and while I masturbate, I'm only thinking of you."

"What happened at the fraternity house?" I asked again.

"Why do you want to know?" Glenda smiled. "Are you a dirty old man? Do you get turned on by stories of molestation and rape? I'll bet you do."

"Oh, cut it out!! "

"Okay, Daddy," laughed Glenda. "If you want to know the gruesome details then here goes. I mean, I guess it's better to tell them to someone than to keep them bottled up inside."

"Enough with the introductions," I insisted. "I want to hear your story."

"Well, it started on Thursday afternoon," Glenda explained. "School had just finished and there was a party all over the place. People were drinking, and throwing firecrackers, and getting ready to go home. Well, there was this one boy that I used to ball last year. I thought he loved me, but I found out that he was engaged to someone else."

"So?"

"So ... I was walking down the corridor, when he bumped into me," sighed Glenda. "I was slightly high from two glasses of scotch, and when he invited me to come over to his fraternity house, I agreed to go with him."

"But I thought that you said that you didn't like the guy?"

"Yes, that's what I said," Glenda continued. "But it was Christmas and I felt in a generous mood. He wanted to fuck me, and I wasn't doing anything more important that afternoon so I went along with him. He took me up to his room, and he stripped me naked. Then he started with his foreplay. You know, he's one of these guys who goes by the book. First he kissed my tits, then my cunt, till he thought that I was hot That's when he stuck his shaft into me."

"So?" I asked. "That's not exactly a gang-bang!!!"

"Oh, that came later," Glenda laughed. "Usually after I get laid, I always feel in a generous mood. Even though I never get an orgasm, I pretend that I do. You know what I mean, I start to shake and vibrate, and I make funny, gurgling sounds which makes the boy feel real good."

"This time what happened?"

"We!!" Glenda laughed. "This time I wasn't quite so generous, and I just yawned. Archie, that's the , boy's name, felt a little angry. He asked me what was the matter, so I told him that he gave a terrible fuck and that I didn't enjoy myself at all. I threw everything at him."

"You didn't?"

"Oh," continued Glenda. "I was feeling like a mean bitch so I let him have it right between his balls, where it really hurts. I told him that he was a horrible lover, and that he bored me to death. I said that he had an ugly body and a deformed penis."

"He must have gotten angry!! "

"Oh yeah," Glenda laughed. "First he was surprised, and then he was shocked and then he got angry. He started to punch me, but I continued to make fun of him. I guess most men can't stand to have a girl make fun of their virility, because I've never seen anyone as angry as he was."

"So what did he do?"

"Well, he got up and left the room," replied Glenda. "I was still completely naked, and lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. In about ten minutes he came back with five of his fraternity brothers."

"Oh...."

"I was scared shit!! " replied Glenda. "I was afraid that they were going to beat me or stuff like that. But instead they ordered me to get up out of bed. I followed their instructions. I was standing in the middle of the room, when suddenly one of the guys grabbed me from behind. He held onto my arms and he whispered, I know how you like it honey!! I know what you really like!' Then, while he was holding me with one hand, he unzipped his fly with the other."

"What were die other guys doing?" I asked.

"Oh, they were also stripping down," replied Glenda. "Meanwhile, the guy who was holding me from the back suddenly rammed his rod into my ass-hole."

"He did?"

"Yeah, that's just what he did," answered Glenda. "It hurt when I felt it come inside. I have a tight little ass, and if a boy fucks me that way, usually I make him lubricate his cock with vaseline. But this guy didn't bother. He just smashed his cock into my anus, so that I could feel his balls banging against my buttocks. It really hurt a lot, but it didn't take him very long to come."

"Then what?"

"Well," explained Glenda. "They were out to degrade me, so they made me get down with my hands and knees on the floor and they formed a line."

"What did they do."

"I had to give them blowjobs," continued Glenda. The first boy had a long cock, I would say about nine inches in length, and he jammed it into my throat till I thought that I would choke. I chewed on it and several minutes later he ejaculated right inside of me. I tried to spit out his semen, but he made me swallow it."

Then what?"

Then I gave blow jobs to the other boys," continued Glenda. "And they all made me swallow their come. They laughed at me and called me terrible names as they continued to molest me, pinching my breasts and squeezing my ass, and sticking their fingers into my cunt. They treated me like dirt, and made me spread open my legs while they looked into my cunt with a magnifying glass."

"With a magnifying glass?? "

They were disgusting pigs," Glenda continued. "One of them had a camera and he took pictures of me while I was lying in bed with my cunt exposed. He took lrfs finger and he spread open the lips of my cunt and tickled it, and pinched it and poked inside in an awful manner."

Then did they let you go?"

"Oh no," replied Glenda. "They played with me the way a cat would play with a mouse. They made me walk around on my hands and knees on the floor, while they slapped my ass with their hands. They mounted me from the back, a couple of times, just like an animal, and they shot off inside of me. They licked my pussy with their tongues, and they squeezed my clitoris, and pinched my tits. One guy even got on top of me and gave me a tit fuck."

"A tit fuck!! " I exclaimed. "What the hell is that? I've never quite heard that expression before."

"Well," continued Glenda. "He rubbed his cock against my breasts and cleavage. He rubbed his balls against my nipples until he finally came. He shot his load all over his face in a disgraceful manner. Each one of those guys must have fucked me about four times that night. Altogether, with Archie included, I was fucked twenty-five times on Thursday night. Afterwards they threw me out of the fraternity house without any clothes on. It was terribly cold, and I had to walk all the way back, naked, to my dormitory room."

"Did anyone see you?? "

"One or two people," Glenda sighed. "But nothing happened. The next day I phoned you."

"Why?"

"I don't know why," replied Glenda. "I really don't know what I expected from you. Maybe I wanted to blame you for what had become of me. Sometimes I feel if only you hadn't seduced me when I was fifteen, things would have been different for me. If only you hadn't fucked me, then I wouldn't be a cheap little tramp, an easy lay, anyone's meat."

"Oh," I said. "So you think that it's my fault?"

"No," replied Glenda. "I know that what happened that Sunday morning wasn't all your fault. I had as much to do with it as you did, perhaps more. I was the one who kept you going, when I know that I could have stopped you."

"Yes," I said in my self defense. "And remember how you kept teasing me afterwards, trying to make me fuck you again?"

"Yes, yes, Daddy! I!" Glenda said, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Maybe it was my fault and maybe it was your fault? I don't really care any more. The only thing that I can say is that I'm a really fucked up bitch as a result of the experience."

"Tell me" I suddenly said. "Who were those two boys I just chased out? What the hell were they doing in bed with you?"

"Oh," laughed Glenda. "I should have introduced you. How stupid of me. The one with the long hair, and the tattoo on his arm was Robert. He's just a ass. The other guy is Fred, and he's going to law school, and I think his parents are loaded."

"No," I said. "I'm not really interested in knowing their names. I want to know what the hell you were doing in bed with them. How could you, after what happened on Thursday night."

"Oh, I guess I'm perverted," said Glenda shaking her head. "I came up to my room from the fraternity and the next morning, after I phoned you, I called them."

"What for?"

"Don't be stupid," coughed Glenda. "What the hell do you think I called them for? It certainly wasn't for a game of checkers, now was it?"

"You mean, after your experience at the fraternity, you actually wanted to have sex the very next morning? I find it hard to believe."

"Well," said my daughter. "You're not a woman, and I am. I tell you, I must be a nymphomaniac or some such animal. I enjoy being degraded. I like it when men laugh at me and treat me like a whore. Although I know that I should hate those guys at the fraternity, I think that if they invited me over for another round, I would gladly accept."

Glenda's nightgown was still up over her belly, and I could see the soft brown fur that grew in a triangle above her snatch. There were traces of goo mixed in the hair, and suddenly I realized that it was dried up semen. In fact, when I looked down on the bed, I could see that the covers were wet and sticky, and that there were crusty spots on the sheets.

"What are you looking at?" asked Glenda. "When a girl is as active as I am, I suppose that she should change the sheets every day. I usually do, but lately I haven't been in the mood to go to the laundry. Do you want to know something very, very disgusting?"

"What?"

"Ever since Thursday night I haven't even taken a shower or brushed my teeth. I'm all covered with come. I can still taste it in my mouth, and there is some of it on my hair."

"I noticed."

Glenda laughed: "Yeah, I've got plenty of goo in my beaver patch, but I even have some in the hair on top of my head. My belly and my thighs and my breasts are dripping with it, and I still want more."

"What's wrong with you?"

T don't know," replied Glenda. "Maybe I'm crazy, and then again, maybe I'm not."

Suddenly she leaned across my shoulder and started to lass me on my face and on my neck. I felt somewhat repulsed by her.

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"You're dirty!!!" I replied. "This place is a mess, with panties all over the floor, and nightgowns and brassieres. How could you let yourself go like that?"

"It wasn't very hard," she replied. "But that's enough talk about me. Let's talk about you now."

"What do you want to know about me?" I asked.

"Oh," she smiled. "Why don't you tell me about your sex life. Have you had any lately, as the old saying goes?"

"I've had my share," I replied, suddenly feeling an erection form in my pants.

"Do you have a mistress?" Glenda inquired. "Do tell me about her, won't you? I feel that I'm entitled to know. After all I didn't hold anything back from you, now did I?"

My hand fell around her shoulders, and then underneath her armpits, sliding against the side of her round, ripe breast. It felt good to touch it, to hold it, to caress it. I fumbled for several sweaty seconds, as I cupped my full palm around its circumference and squeezed it gently. A wild thrill passed through my body, surging like a newly found energy, like a newly found vitality.

"Oh, quit feeling me up," Glenda suddenly said. "You are a dirty old man, after all. It's just as I suspected!! You still love me, don't you?"

"Somewhat," I laughed nervously.

"Well," she asked again. "You still haven't told me about your sex life. Are you making it or aren't you?"

I nodded: "Yes, I suppose I am."

"What's her name?"

"Oh, leave me alone," I protested.

"No," Glenda insisted. "I want to know her name. I told you everything that you wanted to know. So why the hell should you hold back from me?? "

"Okay," I said. "Yes, I do have a mistress, if you must know. Her name is Lillian. Just recently, I set her up in an apartment."

"It sounds serious," said Glenda. "Do you love her?"

"I suppose I do."

"Is she young?"

I hesitated for a second: "Yes, she is rather young, She'll be twenty-one in February."

"Oh, boy," Glenda giggled. "You certainly know how to pick them. Does she give a good fuck?"

"Yes," I confessed. "She's quite good in bed. But that's not our only point of interest. We like the same things, and we have the same tastes."

I'll bet that you do," giggled Glenda.

There's nothing funny about our relationship," I protested.

"I know," she replied. "Just as long as she doesn't interfere with me. You know Daddy, when you walked into this room, I knew that you still loved me. I could see it in your eyes. It is true, isn't it?"

I nodded.

Glenda looked up at me: Tell me Daddy, do you want to make love to me."

"Would you like me to?? "

"Oh, let's cut out the formalities," laughed Glenda. "You can have me just for the asking."

My hand was still on her tit, and I squeezed it once again. Glenda sighed, as she turned to kiss me on my throat and chin.

"It's about time for an encore," she cried. "Come and get me, Daddy. Please make me feel it! ll MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN!!!"