Chapter 10
It was the end of another long day at work, and Peter was exhausted. He could feel himself about to collapse internally. And he still had to go and visit his wife. What a pain that was getting to be. He dreaded doing this, but it had to be done. Otherwise she would call him the next day and scream and yell about it.
He walked out of the office and out of the building and out onto the sidewalk. He looked up and down the street. It was dark already and the night air was getting colder. He felt a chill go through his body. He ran towards his car and got into it as quickly as he could.
He turned on the ignition, pressed down on the gas pedal and the car shot forward. He turned the corner and headed for the hospital. This was going to be a long three hours. It always was a long three hours. The first thing she would want him to do was finger her, and then she would want to blow him.
Now that she had her neck brace off it was a lot easier. She could even get out of the bed and get down on her knees right in front of him just like in the old days. He thought about the old days briefly as he pressed his foot harder on the gas pedal.
He looked out at the empty street in front of him, and for some reason he almost felt like laughing. Just why he felt like laughing, he didn't know. He just suddenly felt like laughing, and so he did. He laughed just as loud as he possibly could.
He saw the hospital parking lot up ahead of him and he pulled into it. He parked his car, got out, and locked the door behind him. He happened to glance in at the back seat then and he saw a pile of blankets on the floor-or what looked to him to be a pile of blankets.
Right then he couldn't remember having put them there, but he surmised that he must have put them there sometime in the not too distant past. He didn't give it a second thought and he made his way to the hospital. He went in through the main entrance, and went right to the coffee shop where he had a cup of coffee and a donut.
At two minutes to six he went to the check-in desk and then he made his way to the elevator. He waited for the elevator door to close, and then he waited while the elevator made its quick ascent. He got out on the floor where his wife was and made his way down to her room.
He opened the door and found her sitting up in bed. She smiled at him and threw the covers off her revealing the lower half of her body which was naked. She smiled at him even more and pointed to her cunt.
"It's been waiting for you all day," she said. "Lock the door, today we fuck."
"Are you sure you should?" he asked.
"Of course," she said, "I'm fine. I'm going to be out of here in two days."
Two days, he said over and over to himself. How could this be? He was thinking she was going to be in here another month at least. How could it suddenly be just two days? That wasn't possible. It just wasn't possible. He thought of his daughters, and he wondered what would happen to his sex life with them once his wife was home.
It was going to be a lot harder for him now to fuck them. She would always be there. She watched every move he made as it was. She had always thought that he had cheated on her with other women, even though he never had.
Until that first time with Mary, he had never fucked another woman besides his wife.
Before they got married, he used to fuck everything he could get his cock into, and he did that right up until the wedding. But afterwards? Well, there was that one time with her sister. But he could hardly remember it now. Maybe he had only dreamed it. He didn't even know anymore.
"But someone will catch us," he said.
"No they won't," she said. "Just lock the door and no one will be able to come in."
"But suppose one of the nurses comes by, or a doctor," he said, "and they knock. What then?"
"No one's coming by," she said.
"How can you be sure?" he asked.
"Because I paid off one of the nurses," she said. "It's all arranged. Now come on. You're acting like you don't want to fuck me. What's the matter? Is it too worn out? Don't you think you can get it up? Who have you been fucking all day that you can't get it up now? Who? Tell me."
"I haven't been fucking any one today," he said, finally closing the door behind him.
He locked it as well, although he was still very skeptical about the whole thing.
"Well, what were you doing all day that you can't fuck me now?" she asked.
"I didn't say that I couldn't fuck you," he protested.
"Well, what did you say?" she screamed at him. "Is it you don't want to fuck me? Is that it? Don't I turn you on any more? Is my pussy old hat to you now? Do you want to try something else on for size? Is that it? Do you want to sleep around with some new cunt? Well, don't just stand there, tell me."
Peter didn't, feel like arguing any more. He took off his clothes quickly and climbed up on the bed. His wife threw her arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth. He could feel her legs going around his waist and he felt his cock slipping into her warm eager cunt.
He felt his cock slipping into her all the way, and he felt her cunt closing in all around him. She was frantic already, and he could feel the come seeping out of her cunt already. She was grinding her heels into his ass, and he was driving his cock up into her just as hard as he could. He could feel her nails digging into his back and he could feel his whole body about to explode.
Whatever else she was, she was a good fuck. She always had been a good fuck, and he was sure that she always would be a good fuck. There was no denying that, and he wouldn't want to try. He could feel his cock throbbing inside her fleshy pussy and then he felt himself exploding inside her.
The come came gushing out of him, and he felt the come gushing out of her. They were exploding together now and he could feel her body shaking beneath his. His body was shaking so much that he thought he was going to fall off her, but she kept him well on top of her.
Peter thought about the three hours they had ahead of them. Would they be fucking those whole three hours? As he soon found out, that was just what they were going to be doing. At nine o'clock when he finally walked out of the hospital he didn't think that he could even stand, let alone walk.
His legs had never felt so weak, and he felt as if he was going to pass out. He felt his whole body going limp inside and all he wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. He didn't even want to eat anything. That would take too much energy, and he didn't have it just then.
He made his way to his car and got into it. He sat there for a moment breathing very heavily. He felt his whole body shaking still, and he couldn't stop himself from shaking. Finally he started the engine and he was off. He drove very slowly, because he didn't think that he would be able to control the car if he went any faster.
All of a sudden he felt something. It was a leg. He turned and saw Patricia crawling across the seat from the back. Her dress was hiked up to her thighs and he could see her pink panties. Normally that would have given him a hard-on, but he didn't have the strength to get a hard-on. Not just then anyway.
"Where did you come from?" he asked.
"I was on the floor under those blankets," she said, as she edged down beside him.
"How long have you been there?" he asked.
"Since just before you left your office?" she said.
"How did you get in there?" he asked. "The doors were locked."
"I took the extra set of keys out of your drawer," she said, waving them in front of him.
"Why did you wait so long?" he asked. "Why didn't you let me know you were there before this?"
"I just wanted to wait," she said.
"For what?" he asked.
"The right moment," she replied.
"The right moment for what?" he asked.
"The right moment for this," she replied.
And with that, she began to open his belt, and pull down his zipper.
"Your mother just did me in," he said, as she grabbed hold of his wilted cock.
She felt the sticky come all over it.
"She certainly did," she said. "What have you two been doing all this time?"
"Fucking," he replied.
"All this time?" she asked.
"All this time," he replied.
"No wonder you look so tired," she said.
"I'm more than just tired," he explained. "I'm dead on my feet."
"Don't you think you can get it up again?" she asked.
"I really don't think so," he replied.
"Will you let me try and make it hard for you?" she then asked, as she squeezed his cock more and more.
"You can try," he said, "but I don't think you'll be able to make that cock hard again today. It's dead to the world, and it's going to stay that way."
"You may be right," she said, "but I still want to try anyway. I'm sure you won't mind if it does get hard again. Will you?"
"I won't mind at all," he said.
"I didn't think you would," she said.
And with that she bent over him and began to lick his cock all over. She was licking just the head of his cock, and then she ran her tongue all over the full length of his cock. He was still soft, and it felt good to feel her saliva all over his cock now.
She was lapping up all the come that was already there, and he could hear her slurping it down.
He could feel the chills starting to go through his whole body, and he could feel his cock stirring somewhat. It wasn't much, but it was a little. He could feel it beginning to move inside her mouth. Right then she had his whole cock in her mouth and she was sucking on it as hard as she could.
She acts like she's done this before, he said to himself. This can't be the first time she's sucked off a cock. And she's only ten years old. I wonder how many other cocks she's sucked off like this. There has to have been a few. At least a few. I'm sure of it.
That's when he felt his cock starting to get hard again. He could feel her sucking all the harder on him after that, and then he really started to get hard. His cock was rising into a full erection.
Just then he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off him and held her a distance away.
"How many cocks have you sucked?" he asked.
"What difference does it make?" she asked. "It makes no difference," he said, "but I want to know how you got so good at it."
"I've never sucked a cock," she said. "That's a he," he said, "You're too good at it for this to be your first time."
"This is the first time," she said. "That's a lie," he repeated. "I swear this is the first time," she said. 'Tell me the truth," he yelled at her. "I won't get mad or anything. But you've got to tell me the truth."
"That is the truth," , she said. "This is the first time I've ever sucked a real cock."
A real cock, he said to himself. What did she mean by that? What could she possibly mean by that?
"Just what do you mean by that?" he asked.
"I mean I've been practicing," she said. "On what?" he asked.
"First on a banana, and then a candle, then a dildo," she replied.
"Where did you get the dildo," he asked, letting go of her hair.
"Through the mail," she replied. "I got a real good one too. It's almost life-like. It's real hard and I practiced on it every chance I got."
"So that's it," he said.
"That's it," she said, grabbing for his cock with her hand again.
"Well," he said, "what are you waiting for?"
And then he felt her taking his cock in her mouth again and he could feel his cock getting red-hot inside. He could feel her saliva dripping down the whole length of his cock and onto his balls, which she was grabbing at with her hand. He ran his own hand up under her dress and down under her panties. As she sucked on his cock and grabbed at his balls, he began to rub her ass cheeks.
Her ass was soft and it was round and it was just the way he liked an ass to be. He couldn't get enough of her ass, and he knew that already. He ran his hand over both her ass cheeks and he rubbed them just as hard as he could. He could feel her shaking because of it.
All this time she was taking in as much of his cock as she could. She was sucking on him hard and he could feel his cock throbbing in her mouth more and more. He could feel that he was going to explode already. And that was just what he did, and that just made her suck on him all the harder.
It seemed as if her tongue was going right through him. He could feel his cock pumping out more and more come and he could feel his whole body getting weaker and weaker. It felt like the last orgasm he would ever have in his life. Right now he was almost certain of that.
He was certain that he would never have another orgasm as long as he lived. It just wasn't possible. Not for him anyway. It just wasn't possible. He felt his body snaking all the more then and he could feel his cock building up to another orgasm. He didn't think it possible, but that was just what was happening.
He was building up to another orgasm. That's what made him get his finger right-in her asshole, and work it in and out just as hard as he could. That made her shake all over, as she felt his finger stabbing into her like a knife, and that was just what she wanted it to do.
It caused her considerable pain, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything except the chills that he was sending throughout her whole body. And that was just what he was doing. She could feel his finger rubbing inside her all the harder then, and that just sent more chills through her.
Peter could feel his cock jerking in and out of her mouth, and then he could feel himself coming again, and then again, and then one last time. And that was it. Nothing could keep his cock hard then.. By then they were home. They got out of the car and went into the house.
That night Patricia slept in his bed. In the morning they fucked, and then they took a shower together. Ruth was mad because she hadn't gotten to watch them, but Peter promised her that she would get to watch the next time. That afternoon at work he got a call from his wife.
The hospital was releasing her that day. Would he come and pick her up? The news came as a complete shock to him. What would he do now? That day had finally arrived. He had tried not to think about it, but it had always been in the back of his mind. And now it was right there in the open.
He had to think about it now. There was nothing else he could do but think about it. He made his way to the car, got into it and drove off towards the hospital. He took his time getting there, but he could only put off the inevitable so long. Then it had to happen.
She was all ready when he got there, and he carried her things out to the car.
"This is so great to be out," she said. "Boy are we going to fuck now."
"Yes," he said quietly.
"I've got an idea," she said.
"What's that?" he asked.
"Let's the two of us go up to the mountains for the weekend," she suggested.
"What about the girls?" he asked.
"Mary can watch them," she said. "She's old enough now to do that."
"Yes, I guess she is," he said. "I still think of her as being a child."
"Well, she's not a child," his wife said. "Why she's old enough to let some man fuck her."
"Mary?" he asked.
"Yes, Mary," she replied. "And in fact, I'm sure she's passing that pussy of hers around to every guy in that school of hers."
"Mary?"
"Yes, Mary. She's a regular little whore. You may not know that, but I do."
"That's hard to believe," he said.
"Yes," she said, "I suppose it is hard to believe, but you better start believing it and pretty damn quick."
"Has she ever said anything about this to you?" he asked, as he put her suitcases in the trunk of the car.
"Not really," his wife replied, as she got in on her side of the car, "but I've detected it in her manner."
Peter got in behind the steering wheel. He thought that he was playing his role well.
"But she's only sixteen," he said.
"That's old enough," she said.
"How old were you the first time?" he asked.
"Fourteen," Doris replied.
"Really?" he asked.
"Really," she replied.
Peter felt himself smiling.
"And who was it that first time?" he asked.
"I didn't fuck you until you were seventeen."
Doris looked down at the floor of the car.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "Can't you tell me?"
"I'd rather not," she replied.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I would just rather not, that's all," she said. "Can't you just take my word for it."
"What could be so horrible about it?" he asked.
"Please," she cried. "I just don't want to talk about it."
Peter started the engine of the car, and then he turned the engine off again.
"Now this is ridiculous," he said. "I want you to tell me, and I want you to tell me now. Right this very minute."
"I can't," she sobbed. "I just can't. Can't you see how painful this is to me? Can't you?"
"You're the one who brought it up in the first place, didn't you?"
"Yes, I know I did," she replied. "And I'm biting my tongue for it right now."
Peter felt as if he wanted to laugh, but he managed not to.
"Look," he said, "I'm not taking you up to the mountains this weekend, and I'm never going to fuck you again if you don't tell me who the first man was who ever fucked you. Now I want to know, and if you don't tell me, I'll do just what I said I'd do."
Doris looked at him, the tears running down her cheeks.
It was my father," she cried. Your father?" Peter yelled out. ;Yes," Doris sobbed, and then she really broke down into hysterics.
Peter felt as if he wanted to laugh harder' than ever now. Imagine that, he said to himself. Peter could just barely remember Doris' father, and the thought of him fucking Doris when she was fourteen was almost too much for him to take. What a sight they must have been humping away at each other, he said to himself. What a sight.
That night the whole family sat around the supper table. Peter sat at the head of the table and he looked down at his wife and his five daughters. His wife was at the end of the table, and his five daughters were all around the sides. Linda, Diane, and Ruth were on one side, and Mary and Patricia were on the other side.
He looked at all of them very closely. They were all dressed up and they looked so quiet and demure. They looked like perfect children. No one would suspect the lust that was burning in all. their loins. And no one would suspect that it was a lust that they had for their own father.
Least of all Doris. She didn't suspect a thing, and he was sure that she never would. He would see to it that she never had cause to suspect anything. He would take her up to the mountains this weekend, and he would fuck her as often as she wanted him to, but whenever he got the chance, he would be fucking and sucking one of his five girls.
Yes, he thought to himself. You're all Daddy's little girls, and I'm going to do what I want to do to you from now on, just like I have been doing. You're all mine, and you're always going to be mine. A smile crossed his lips as he lifted his glass of wine off the table. He was drinking to the future.
And what a future it would be.