Chapter 5
All too soon Paul had to go on another sales trip. "This one won't be too long," he said. "Five days."
"That's five days too many," I said. "I'll be climbing the walls by tonight. I guess I'll just have to find something to occupy myself with while you're gone. Maybe I'll call Sandy and she can come keep me company."
"Yeah, you could do that," he grinned.
"And maybe, when you come back, you'll bring another cock with you."
"I don't know about that," he laughed. "I've been trying to grow another one but it won't come up."
"Well, keep trying. You don't have to grow another one, just bring another one with you."
"I'll see what I can do," he smiled.
That evening I went to spend some time with Daddy. He was puttering in the small garden he kept in the backyard. I told him that Paul had gone on another business trip, and I went on about how I needed to find something to do.
"Why don't you work for me?" Daddy said.
"Work for you?"
"Sure. You could help out in my shop."
"Which shop?" Daddy owned and operated three shops-a bookstore, a gift shop, and a record store.
"The bookshop," he said. "I have a full-time clerk, but he could use some help. You could work part-time, three or four hours a day. It'd be a good way to keep yourself occupied, and I'd pay you more than minimum wage. What do you say?"
"Sounds interesting. What would I be doing?"
"Oh, just be an assistant clerk."
"When can I start?"
"Tomorrow." He looked me over. I was wearing a see-through blouse with no bra and short-shorts. "Why don't we go inside for a while," he said.
We made it to the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and went down on my neck, nuzzling and licking me.
"Ah, Daddy," I murmured. His thick cock pressed against my crotch. With one hand he rubbed my rump, with the other he fondled my breasts.
"Oh, baby," he said, "you don't know how hot-looking you are. Wearing that blouse with nothing on underneath. You can see your tits through it." He caressed my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples. "Ah, and those tight shorts," Daddy said. He squeezed my buttocks. Even through my shorts and his pants I felt the heat of his cock. "Ah, what an ass!" he exclaimed. "Big and soft, but firm, and so warm!"
I humped back at Daddy, thrusting my pelvis up.
"Ah, honey," he huffed, "you're a man's dream. Young and beautiful and hot ... You've got the face and body of a beauty queen ... Ah, and you've got a hungry pussy and ass!"
He drew me down onto the kitchen floor and, sooner than it takes to tell it, slipped my shorts off, pulled down his pants, spread my legs and stuffed me full of cock.
God, his dick was stiff! Long and thick and stiff. And so fiery.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, bent back my legs and opened myself for him.
"Oh, baby!" he said. "Your daddy's fucking you! Fucking your beautiful young pussy!"
He clutched my butt and dug deep into my sheath, his big heavy balls slapping against my ass.
"Screw, Daddy, Screw!" I cried, lunging my ass up. "Ah, fuck me with that wonderful cock! I can't get enough of it. Daddy, I want to be fucked like this every day and every night! I want a cock in me all the time!"
Daddy drove his prick way up in me. I knew he'd ejaculate soon. "Ah, you're going to pour your cream in me!" I huffed. "You're going to pump your cream in your daughter's cunt! Incest, Daddy! Incest! Oh, yes! It's so fucking good!"
"Now, baby, now!" he rasped. "Here's your father's cream-deep in you-deep in your hungry cunt!"
"Cream in me!" I cried. "Give me all of it! Ah, yes, that's it!"
He spewed out a thick stream of sperm. It splashed up into my cervix, bathing my womb.
He kept spurting semen in me, gob after gob of it, filling my vagina. I felt it flowing out of my cunt, down to the crack of my ass. I cupped his testicles. I didn't know one man could contain so much seed.
"Oh, baby, oh, sweet baby," he cried as he finished emitting his last drops of jism in me. "Oh, honey," he said, covering my face and neck with kisses. "You've got the sweetest pussy. Ah, you don't know how sweet it is. And so tight!" He licked my neck and caressed my buttocks. "You've been married for almost a year and your pussy's still tight! God, you're a dream come true!"
I stroked his head as he mouthed my breasts.
"You're the dream come true, Daddy," I told him. "You give me all I need-and more. You know what I need, and you give it to me. Ah, you're my hubby, too. You're my daddy and my hubby. Oh, Daddy, you're a sexual pagan just like me, and there's no limit to what we can do with each other. You and I-we've got a whole sexual universe to explore, and nothing can hold us back. Ah, there's so much I want to do with my body. And so much I want others to do to me."
"Umm," Daddy purred. He ran his lips over my neck, my cheeks, my lips. He fondled my legs and hips. I felt his cock stirring inside me. "Ah, but there're only two things, honey," he said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Umm-what about Paul?"
"He's coming along." I then told Daddy about Paul and Sandy and me.
"The other thing," he said, "is about babies."
"Babies?" I asked.
"Yes." His prick was only half-stiff now. He guided it slowly up my cunt.
"Don't worry about that," I said. "I have a number of devices to keep from getting pregnant. Someday I want to have a baby-two babies. When that time comes, you and Paul will be the first to know."
His rod was really rigid now. He fed it to me in steady strokes.
"Umm-me and Paul, hunh," he said. "Yes."
"You want me and Paul to get you pregnant someday?" He slid his rock-hard peter up and down my pussy.
"Oh, yes," I moaned, raising my pelvis to meet his thrusts. "I want to have a baby by Paul, and I want to have one by you."
"I think I can arrange that."
"I know you can," I said, cupping my hand under his scrotum.
"My balls are always loaded with cum, honey," he said, thumping his prick in me a stroke a second.
"Oh, I know!" I panted. "Oh, Daddy, you've got so much! Oooh, so much hot sperm. Someday I want you to get me pregnant. Someday. Oh, yes! Oh, Daddy, you'll knock me up! It'll be you!"
"I'll give you a baby, honey!" he cried. "Anytime you want it!" He pumped my pussy in quick lunges. "Ah, yes, I'm gonna fill you up!"
"Do it! Do it!" I cried.
His spunk gushed out of his rod in a torrid stream.
I pulled my cunt muscles together and clamped down on his dick, sucking at it, drawing his sperm up in me.
"Keep cumming, Daddy, keep cumming! Ah, I want all your cum!"
He spewed semen into me. "Oh, Daddy!" I exclaimed. "Oh, you're wonderful!"
We rested for quite a while after that screw. We fixed dinner and had a nice leisurely meal. I sat in Daddy's lap while we drank wine and he caressed my tits.
"You've got the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen," he said. "Perfectly formed. Big and round and firm." He gently squeezed my orbs and lightly tweaked my nipples. "Stiff little brown nubs-just right. I'd say you've got thirty-eights."
"Right. How'd you guess?"
"Seeing is believing," he said. "Ah, and those legs." He rubbed my thighs. "Creamy and smooth, but muscled." He ran a hand over my buttocks. "Oh yeah, and that ass. Perfect. Big and soft, meaty. And that pussy." He touched my cunt and squeezed it. "Just the right amount of hair-curly and crispy." He slipped a middle finger into my slit. "And that hot, tight hole." He slid his finger up to the last knuckle. "Oh, baby, you've got the body and the face of a movie star."
I turned my ass slowly in a circle, moving my vagina around his finger. His prick rose to the occasion.
"What I want to know is the size of your cock," I said. "It's got to be eight inches long."
"Give or take an inch."
"I'm going to measure it." I got a ruler and knelt in front of him. I grasped his penis and jacked it. It began to grow, lengthening and thickening at the same time. "Yes," I said, "it's coming on up, but too slowly." I opened my mouth and took it in. It filled my mouth. I jacked the shaft and felt it expand inch by inch. Daddy thrust it into my mouth in little jabs. I released it and it stood up, full and quivering. I measured the length of it with the ruler. "Just what I thought: a good eight inches." I measured the width. "Hmm, a hair under four inches around. I was right."
"Good guessing," Daddy said. He pulled me to him and I sat on his lap with my back to him. He raised me and held my legs up and positioned his root. He spread my buttocks, then pressed forward and entered my asshole.
"Oh, God!" I groaned. I pushed down and bent forward at the waist.
"Oh, baby, up your ass," Daddy rasped. He prodded his staff up and it slid all the way in. With one hand he squeezed my titties, and with the other he rubbed my pussy.
"Oh, Daddy, yes!" I gasped. "Ohh, in my ass! You know what I like, you know what I want, and you're the one to give it to me ... You're the one, Daddy! Ah-love my ass, pour your love in it! Pump it full! Love me, Daddy, love me in my ass!"
"Here's my love, baby!" he huffed. "Here's my love in your ass!"
He ground his hot meat up my rectum, never missing a beat. I loved it.
"Ohh, bugger-fuck me, Daddy!" I wailed. "Fuck me like the serpent fucked Eve! Ooh, screw me like the Devil!"
Daddy jabbed his rod in quick bursts, then rammed it in a long pounding stroke and shot his load of steaming juice deep in my ass. "Oh, Devil fuck me, Daddy! Devil fuck me!"
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "Ah, you're one in a billion!"
"I'm just like you, Daddy," I panted. "I can't get enough of it...."
The next afternoon I went to Daddy's bookstore. Daddy introduced me to Roddy, the clerk. He was just out of high school, barely eighteen years old. "Roddy will explain things to you," Daddy said. "Mainly, you'll be his assistant up front." Then he went toward the stockroom in the rear.
Roddy looked agog at me. While talking to me his eyes went up and down, looking me over. He licked his lips and gulped audibly. I was wearing a miniskirt and a tight low-cut blouse, no bra. Roddy devoured me with his eyes.
"It's-uh-slowed down a lot," Roddy gulped. "We do most of our business in the morning and-uh-the early afternoon. This is a good time for you to start. There won't be many people coming in. Mainly-like your father said-you'll be assisting me, mainly waiting on people, working behind the counter." He licked his lips again.
Daddy came out of the stockroom. "Roddy, I guess you could start inventory this afternoon."
"Yes, sir," Roddy said.
"Well, honey," Daddy said to me, "what'd you think?"
"Oh, I think this'll be all right."
"So do I," Daddy said. "Well, I guess I'll be going."
After Daddy left, Roddy showed me around the bookstore. It was fairly large, with a number of aisles and shelves.
"Most of our business is new paperbacks," he said. "We encourage browsing. We don't usually go up and ask someone if we can help them."
"A lot of books," I said.
"Yeah," Roddy said in a trembling voice. I looked down and saw the big bulge in his pants. He was really aroused.
"Uh-I guess I should show you the front counter," he said.
I went behind the counter with him and he showed me how to operate the computerized cash register.
"Well, I guess I should go-uh-in the back and start the inventory," he said. "You can just stay up here and-uh-mind the store." He gaped and gulped. "I doubt if-uh-we're going to have many customers."
He was right. Only a few people came in. About five o'clock, Roddy came out of the stockroom.
"It's just about closing time," he said, going to the door and turning the sign from "open" to "closed."
"Tell you what, why don't you turn out the lights over there in the-well, here, let me show you."
I followed him to a back aisle by the stockroom. "This is one of the main light switches," he said, turning it off. The rear of the store dimmed.
I smiled at him. "I guess I can manage that."
We stood close together. He stared intently at my body. I looked down and saw his straining bulge. We looked at each other.
"You're-" he began, then faltered.
"Yes?" I said.
"I-I don't know how to say-" he stuttered. "No, I better not say."
"What is it, Roddy? Go ahead, say it."
"If I say what I want to say, I might get fired. You might take it the wrong way."
"No I won't. And you won't get fired."
His crotch moved, the swelling projection inside his pants protruding.
He licked his lips and gulped. "You're ... you're beautiful," he stammered. "So beautiful."
"Why, thank you, Roddy."
He made a little swaying motion toward me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, moving up to him. He was panting and looking down my blouse. With a strangled moan he half-fell toward me, clutching me around the waist. His motion drove me back against a shelf. My skirt had ridden really high and Roddy was between my legs. I felt his erection. His hard cock pressed upon my crotch. He rubbed my cheek with his, his heart thudding a mile a minute.
"Please! "he gasped. "Let me, please. Oh, God!"
The friction of his stiff prick rubbing through the silk of my panties right on my cunt sent a delicious humid thrill shooting through me. He's got a big cock, I thought.
"Oh, God!" he moaned. He ran his hand under my blouse and vigorously rubbed my boobs, cupping and palming. My tits swelled, the nipples standing rigid.
"Oh, God, let me!" he cried. "I can't hold back! You're so foxy beautiful!" He pushed my blouse up and buried his face in my tits. He snaked a hand down my belly and inside my panties and slid it down to my cunt. He licked furiously on my nipples.
He was arousing me, yet I also felt kindly toward him. He was so obviously in need. His physical need for me was urgent, overwhelming. As funny as it might sound, I felt compassion for him. I wanted to relieve his need. At the same time a perverse feeling came over me. He was a stranger, and here he was sucking my tits and rubbing my pussy. I'd never had sex with a stranger before. I decided to find out what it was like.
I reached down and clutched his erection. He gasped and drove his middle finger into my cunt, leaving it in one spot. I unzipped his fly and clasped his prick. It was red-hot. I jacked it up and down. "You've got a nice stiff cock," I said.
Now he jammed his finger up my vagina, finger-fucking me hard. He fumbled with my panties, pulling them down. I slid them off and wrapped my arms around his shoulders and lifted myself up. He braced me against the shelf and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He grabbed my rump and pushed himself forward and up, his dick hitting squarely on my cunt. Then he pushed again and his tool entered my slit. He held his hot cheek upon mine and panted as he slid his stiff penis up my vagina.
"Oh, God, yes!" he whimpered. "Oh, God, you're so hot, so tight!"
"Oh, Roddy, that's good!" I crooned. "Ah, your peter! It feels so good!"
He gave a great gasp as he dug his cock deeper, burying it in me, embedding every inch of it. My vagina sheathed his pecker like a tight glove. His poker throbbed in me. His penis was moist and the juices flowing down my quim channel added to the wetness. We made squelching sounds as we screwed.
"Ah, give it to me, Roddy!" I panted. "Plow it in me! Jam it in deep!"
"Oh, God, you're-you're so beautiful!" he cried out. "And I'm fucking you! Oh, God!" He let out a hoarse cry and suddenly blurted out: "I love you! Oh God, I love you!"
"We're loving each other, Roddy," I cooed. "You've got a lot of love to give! And you're giving it to me! You're fucking me good! Ohh, screwing me with a lot of throbbing meat! Screw it in me, Roddy!"
"Now!" he called out. "Now! Oh, God!" He plunged deep into me, and a gush of thick sticky semen spurted up my sheath. He gave me a half-dozen strokes and shot another gob of spunk. Then three strokes and yet another gob. Then a final stroke and a final shot of juice.
We didn't move for a good minute.
"Oh, Roddy," I finally said, "that was good. So good." I moved my quim around his prick. He slowly pushed his root up and drew it back, then pushed it up again. He nuzzled my cheek and neck and caressed my butt.
"I love you," he murmured. "Marry me. Will you marry me? Oh, I want you, I love you!"
"I'm already married, Roddy."
"You're already married?"
"Yes," I said, smiling.
"Oh," he said. "You're married and you let me-you let me fuck you!" The fact that I was married turned him on. I also found it exciting.
I was married and a stranger had fucked me. "I'm committing adultery, Roddy," I crooned. "I'm being unfaithful to my husband ... Oh, another man's screwing me!"
Roddy thumped his rod up my vagina. And I thumped him right back.
"Adultery!" I gasped. "Yes! Ooh, it feels so good!"
With a panting cry Roddy came inside me again.
When we finally closed the bookstore that day, I told Roddy, "I think I'm going to enjoy working here. See you tomorrow morning."
I left him in front of the store, a dazed, adoring look in his eyes.