Here I am in the hospital still wondering what hit me. Oh, I know what hit me, all right, but I'm still not sure whether it's a dream or whether what had to be the world's biggest orgy really took place in my neighborhood.
So just as I'm starting to come out of it in walks Jim and his wife, come to visit me in my sickbed and already Stella is starting to give me the eye. I'm not bragging; I know by now when a broad wants to get into my pants. God, how I know. Never before in my life have I been fucked so many times in a period of just a few days, not even when I was in the Army at Fort Leonard Wood and we had a bunch of University of Missouri coeds on the string.
Jim is talking to me about the plant and how my pay will go on while I'm laid up-laid up, that's a hot one-and I'm pretending to listen while Stella, Jim's wife, keeps roaming her eyes up and down the sheet on my bed. I have no more chance of getting a hard-on now than a marshamallow statue of Carrie Nation.
I was doing pretty good a few days ago, until something just up and died inside my balls and now I'm here for a battery charge. The doctor told me if I'd had one more orgasm it would have been pure blood. There wasn't any sperm left.
I kept on trying to listen to old Jim, but Stella won't turn it off. She keeps herself a step behind Jim so he can't see what she's pulling. I just wish to hell they'd both go away so I could sleep for another fifteen hours. That's how long I was out after they dropped me into this private room.
I don't know exactly what day it all started, but I sure as hell can remember the time of day. It was the afternoon Jim told me to shove off from Peerless Casting a couple of hours early, after I'd finished a dirty job at the bottom of a drilling shaft out in the boondocks.
It felt good to come home while almost all the other guys on the block were still at work. We live in a pretty nice neighborhood, if I do say so, with some good-size houses. Ours is a two-story with plenty of yard, plenty of bedrooms and baths and a tiny pool I put in myself a couple of years ago.
Anyhow, I parked the Dart at the curb because I thought I might run down to the deli later for some of that good pasta with sauce and a bottle of red wine. I could eat a ton of it, except Peggy keeps dinging at me about not getting fat. So far I have nothing to be ashamed of. I'm forty and I have the build of a split end.
It all began when I came up the walk and opened the front door without a sound.... I wasn't trying to sneak up on anybody, but I figured that there was no use calling out Peggy was downtown because this was her regular day out for lunch and some shopping center that would grab at her credit cards. John was at school and I figured Cherry was too, even though her class schedule is pretty well cut up. She's in her last year.
I guess Norman must have left his old heap at home and walked over to get at her. He must not have wanted to let anybody see it at the curb, but he made a mistake. Better for us all if I'd seen his car and then, at least, I would have been careful to make a lot of noise.
Anyhow, I got inside the door and, for some reason, I closed it softly. I guess I was enjoying listening to the silence. I've got a damned good job as a tool-maker-more than three hundred iron men a week- but it's usually noisy at the plant. A big empty quiet house was going to be a treat
I took several steps along the entry hall and into the central corridor before I heard them. They must have been in the kitchen because I heard a wooden chair scrape on the lineoleum floor. Then I saw them and it was too late to make a sound to warn them. I saw too god damned much with my first glance.
Norman had her against the sink and Cherry was all red in the face, her eyes were glassy and she was panting just like a dog. Under her blouse I could see her breasts jumping up and down as if the punk were hitting her with an electric charge. Norman is just a twerp, a hundred-and-thirty-five-pound weakling, even if he is a freshman at City College. There's a concave depression where his chest ought to be and pimples where his face ought to be. Until now I never knew what Cherry saw in him, but I suppose all fathers think their daughters' boy friends aren't good enough.
Well, this kid had his cock out and, while it wasn't the biggest one I'd ever seen, it looked like a chunk of cement. It was pointing straight up at her belly and Cherry was leaning back against the sink as hard as she could. She couldn't get far away because the edge of the sink was hitting her right across the cheeks of her ass and the farther she leaned back the more her twat was thrust forward.
Norman had her by the shoulders and he was whispering to her and she kept shaking her head. Even so, I knew she wasn't trying very hard to get away. I'd been out with too many teasers in my day not to know when a pussy really wanted it
He slid his hands down the front of her blouse and fastened his fingers on her knockers. Now, Cherry is a very stacked young girl, probably the queen of her high-school class, in the body department. She's a couple of inches taller than her mother, with a thin waist you wouldn't believe, but she blossoms like hell above and below the waist
Right about the time he grabbed her tits I should have backed away and dropped an anvil on the floor, I suppose, but I felt my own rod get hard-just like that. It stiffened up as though I'd pulled a trigger some place. Man, I was getting my kicks just watching, even if it does sound weird.
Norman was kneading her breasts by now and Cherry was moaning. Her hands rested on his chest and then she was jerking the shirt out of his pants. He jerked her blouse clear and ripped open the buttons. All the while she acted she was afraid to look down at his cock. Like it was a snake and if she played dead it might go away. That snake wasn't going anywhere except where it wanted to be. He just let it all hang out, weaving back and forth, pointing up toward her chin at a forty-five-degree angle.
"God, if my dad should come ..
"It's early. He'll be at the shop another couple of hours, baby."
If that little bastard only knew!
He had Cherry's blouse spread aside by now and the brat wasn't wearing a brassiere. Her mother and I had lectured her a hundred times about that, but she still took the thing off when she got out of sight of the house on her way to school.
My cock got harder and lifted another inch or two at the sight of her knockers. They really were lovely things, all full and white with tips of fire that pointed right at the punk's chest. He leaned back to look at them and his dork came forward to press against her belly. It was standing straight up like a telephone pole and, once again, I had to take my hat off to little Norman-everything he ate must have gone straight to his prick.
The thing was between them like a fence post and even though it wasn't pointed straight into Cherry's gut she must have been on fire just from the feel of that knob. It was turning a darker color as Norman heated up and the end was beginning to shine as his lubricant began to spill out.
I put my hand in my suit pocket and grabbed for my cock. It wasn't doing badly, if I do say so, and I was proud of its firmness and heft. My fingers wrapped around my head and without thinking I began a slow pumping. Right away I realized that wouldn't do or I'd be filling my crotch with come. And Peggy had just gotten my suit back from the cleaners.
Norman's hands slipped up Cherry's belly and her little tummy was heaving in and out. Even her button was shining as her excitement filled it with sweat. He eased his hands just under her breasts and then he lifted them. I was as surprised as Cherry when he dropped his face and kissed her right on the left nipple.
"Oh, my God!"
His head came up and he smiled into her face. The son of a bitch. I hoped his acne wouldn't spread to my daughter's boobies. "Didn't you like that?"
"Oh, God, like it?"
"So you love it"
"Yes."
The two of them sounded like a Hemingway love scene. The next thing I knew he'd be calling her Rabbit and he would become Robert as they slipped into a sleeping bag. About then I realized it was up to me to decide how far they'd be allowed to go. Hell, I didn't want to be square, but she was my daughter. Still, if she were going to put out I suppose I preferred that it to be Norman. At least I knew where to find him if she got knocked up.
He cupped her breast in his hand and squeezed. The nipple looked like a cherry that might pop out of its skin at any instant. Then he had a grip on her other breast and he was squeezing harder.
"Ouch. Take it easy. Those aren't green oranges, you know. I have feelings."
"So have I, baby."
She sighed as though it was her role to take any pain he wanted to dish out and then she locked her fingers at the back of his neck. "I'm so helpless."
"Solid," he muttered as he planted a kiss on her other nipple. "You're a very solid person, Cherry."
"Don't make so much noise. If dad drives in we want to be sure we hear the car."
I blinked at that, but I kept my mouth shut. I was getting too much of a kick out of the scene to spoil it now. I grabbed the knob of my prick and felt its heat. It was jumping around inside my shorts like a caged tiger and I knew it would need to be let out before the day was over. But I didn't know who it wanted to attack.
Norman was still massaging Cherry's boobs and I began to get impatient, wondering how long he was going to fool around before he worked his way to the final act. Her head was still rolling and her eyelids were fluttering, but I got the feeling that she was wondering the same thing.
He was back to kissing her nipples when her head came up and she was staring down into his hair. There was a faint line between her eyes before she gently grasped his ears and pulled his head away.
"Sweetie, you're driving me crazy, but we've got to get going. You dig?"
"Sure," he gulped.
His fingers returned to her belly and then they fumbled their way to her hip. I could hear the zing of the zipper like it was a burp gun and her tight skirt peeled away from her lower belly. His hands were right there, massaging the lower curve. At least she was lady like enough to have pants on, I noted with belated satisfaction.
But she wasn't ladylike enough to play any more games with her adolescent boy friend. She dropped her hands from his shoulders and went directly for his cock. She grasped it in her fingers while Norman gasped like a spavined horse. Her fingers just barely encircled the end, it was so large, but she got a firm grip and pumped the thing several times. I thought I might go off in my shorts before Norman did, I was getting so damned steamed up.
"You're going to come?" she teased, arching her eyebrows and tucking the tip of her tongue in the corner of her lips.
"I am if you keep fooling around!"
"I don't want to spoil everything by having you shoot your wad too soon."
"Then lay off."
"All right, but you've got to get going." "Well, all right."
Norman was annoyed at Cherry's insults, but he was hotter than he was mad, so it didn't make any difference. He wasn't going anywhere but into my daughter's pussy
She let go of his cock and he began jerking at the waistband of her skirt. It slipped over her hips and dropped to her ankles. She was wearing pink panties that were very sheer; I could see her blond cunt hairs right through the crotch material.
Norman saw them too, and he licked his lips. "Jesus Christ!"
"Please leave Him out of this." "God, have you got a body." "It's to be used, Norman, not just looked at." She began to fumble with his belt and I could hear the metal buckle clank as she ripped it open. Again a zipper hissed and his jeans were peeled away from his flanks. She hooked her thumbs in belt loops at his hips and pulled down. The jeans dropped and with them went his shorts. God, but that kid was hung! He had a cock that looked like a Long Tom cannon and its base was secured by a nest of stringy hair and a set of balls that were puffed up like twin cobras about to strike.
Cherry said something that indicated she was also impressed and he puffed out his chest,
"Stop preening and fuck me, you idiot," she hissed.
Norman pawed her pants to her knees and she lifted her knee to step out of them. The knee caught him in the crotch and he howled in pain.
"Shut up. They'll hear you next door. That horny Mrs. Spelling will be over here to get her share."
"You de-balled me!"
"I did not You're as hard as ever. Come on, let's get into the saddle."
It occurred to me that Cherry knew the glossary of sex and, apparently, she had experience to back it up. This was distressing, but not as distressing as the fact that the sight of my own daughter's pussy was bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. Who was worse, she or I?
Norman was fumbling at her crotch, still making small whimpering sounds as he stuck his forefingers into her lips and spread them. The blond nest was a beautiful thing, the hairs glistening with her excitement, the pink lips underneath slowly exposed as he parted her forest.
"Oh, God ..."
He leaned forward and the reddish purple knob planted itself into her nest. He pushed hard and the cock bent and then snapped out straight.
"Lower, Norman. Can't you tell you're missing?"
The kid bent his knees and thrust up. He caught her right on target and I watched half of the knob plant itself between her puffy, dripping lips. He pushed again and Cherry made a sighing sound. Then he had three or four inches in with a long way to go.
"Jesus, Cherry! Jesus!"
"You pimply faced son of a bitch!" she rasped. "You're about to come, aren't you?"
"I can't help myself! You've got me on fire!" "Fuck you, you prick!"
Her oaths did no good. I watched the boy's shanks swell and then ripple like a mountain in an earthquake. Then he was giving a final pump with his bony hips. I swear I could hear the hiss of his boiling seed as it surged into her cunt. He was grinning like a fool, grinning so widely a pimple at the corner of his mouth burst right into Cherry's face.
Then I could hear Cherry's wail of despair.
CHAPTER TWO
Cherry was slumped over the sink, her hips still shoving forward, but it was no good. Norman had shot his bolt and I could sense the softening of his cock as he panted over her and a bead of sweat dropped from his chin to her left breast
But Cherry was far from finished. She hadn't even started and superman had had it. She looked him in the eye and her look shot darts. Then his prick slipped from her and the shining thing hung like an oily rope between his legs. It was still impressive in size, but I knew he wouldn't be able to firm it up again for some time.
I pulled back and left them standing that way, Cherry disillusioned, Norman tired. A dribble of his come oozed from his knob and dropped on her thigh, running down her milky leg as I got out of sight I crept back into the hall, trying to hold my panting down. God, but I was hot! I felt like a bastard watching their one-act play, but what the hell-it was my house and the little bastard had no business fucking my daughter. Still, I needed help in the worst way and I didn't know when Peggy was due home from her shopping trip. I wished to hell she'd walk in the door right away so I could hustle her upstairs.
I retreated all the way to the front door and there I opened it a few inches and then let it slam with enough noise to be heard in the kitchen. I shoved my cock down hard so I wouldn't pole vault across the hall and then I called out, "Hello. I'm home."
There was a brief scraping and scuffling in the kitchen.
"Daddy," Cherry called. "You're early." She seemed to be accusing me.
"The boss gave me some time off for good behavior," I called back, laughing.
I went through a lot of ceremony stretching and then leafing through the day's mail on the little -table just inside the door. There wasn't anything except the gas bill and a bunch of ads for furniture, clock radios and cemetery plots. I didn't need any of these things, but I took my time. I carried the pile into the den, dropping the ads into the wastebasket and the gas bill on my desk.
At last I headed toward the kitchen. I made as much noise as I could, listening all the while. "What's going on around here? Oh, hello, Norman."
They had pulled apart and were buttoned and zipped up so that they looked almost normal There were a few come stains on the kid's fly and Cherry's skirt was somewhat rumpled, but they'd put it all back together. Norman was flushed, but not half as red as Cherry. She was still panting and I knew she needed help.
"Hello, Mr. White," Norman muttered, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Uh, Cherry and I were going to have a Fresca."
"Yes, Dad," Cherry said uselessly, "a Fresca."
I smiled into their innocent faces. "Yes, a Fresca in the kitchen. Two Frescas in the kitchen, no doubt."
They nodded like obedient puppets, but I could tell that they were frightened and afraid I might be guessing at the truth. They licked their lips and looked at one another. It was Cherry who made the first move.
"Norman, I just remembered. I have that English test in the morning. And you know how mean Mr. Coleman can be with his trick questions. Why don't you go on home so I can get some studying in before dinner?"
"Uh, okay, Cher. So long." He blinked at me as he got on his mark. "See you, Mr. White." "Bight, Norman."
I felt the breeze as he swished past me and a split second later the front door thudded. I kept my eyes on Cherry and she stared right back at me. My gaze dropped to her boobs, which were still' slipping up and down like twin volcanoes about to erupt. Below her hips seemed to be quivering and I knew she'd missed her orgasm in the worst way.
"I didn't see his car."
"We walked from his house."
"I see. Um, this is your mother's day out and I suppose John's still at school?"
She nodded and at that instant the telephone rang in the front hall. Cherry didn't move, so I did. I had to get out of there long enough to shove my cock back inside my shorts. It kept creeping out and ramming against my zipper.
It was Peggy. "Jack, I'm still downtown and I think m go over to Mother's for dinner. She seemed lonesome on the phone this morning. And John said something about going to a friend's house after school, so I don't know when you'll see him. Will you and Cherry get along all right if you're on your own for dinner?"
I nodded at the phone. "Sure." "Tell her there's a casserole in the refrigerator and she should cut up some lettuce. The salad dressing's in the cooler."
"We won't starve." My cock was slipping out of my shorts again and I must have made some strange sound of complaint "What was that?" "What was what?" "I heard a noise. Are you all right?" "Yes, fine. I just farted."
"Oh, Jack" she chided. "I found the most wondeful bargain at Sears. Four placemats for a dollar ninety-five. All red and yellow flowers." "Wonderful."
"Yes, I can sense your excitement, darling. See you this evening, all right?" "Okay, honey."
As you can tell, Peggy and I get along fine. We both enjoy our sex and I guess we're lucky that way A lot of guys at work tell me their wives hold out on them and all that crap. I figure when a woman use her pussy as a weapon, it means she really doesn't like to fuck, except to reward her man. Peggy likes it as much as I do.
The trouble was, at that moment I wanted a piece of ass from somebody and my wife wasn't coming home for several hours. I wasn't going to pull any kid stunt like running upstairs for a hand job. I'm too old for that
I went back into the kitchen where Cherry was pouring her Fresca into a glass. The glass filled and she handed me the can. I finished the last few swallows, folded the aluminum in my fist and dropped it into the trash bag under the sink.
"What's between you and Norman?"
"Nothing."
She was looking at me with big eyes as she sipped from the glass. She was still leaning against the sink, right in the spot where that little son of a bitch had been throwing the blocks to her. I was getting pretty sore about it and I wondered if I were jealous.
I looked her up and down. Her knockers were still swollen under that blouse and the brassiere she'd produced which she barely had time to snap in place. The wrinkles were falling from her skirt, but it was still rammed into her Y and I could see a vague stain where she was secreting juices into it She hadn't come and her motor wouldn't turn off. She probably was wishing I'd get the hell out of there so she could call Norman back into action.
"What were you doing out here?".
Still with the doe eyes, "Nothing."
"Nothing? Come on, a girl like you and a boy like Norman don't do 'nothing' when they're in an empty house. Was he making out with you?"
"Daddy!" She still knew how to flush, but it was probably shock because I'd never discussed screwing with my daughter before.
"I think you'd better get upstairs and take a cold shower. The sweat's still sticking to your upper lip."
She looked as though she were ready to cry, but she was anxious enough for an excuse to run. She brushed past me and I could smell her-perfume mingled with animal secretions. I looked after her and then I picked up her glass and took it into the den. Frankly, I had a hell of a time killing fifteen minutes before I went upstairs after her.
I stood in the doorway and watched her come out of the bath. She was wearing a heavy, fluffy white robe tied firmly at her waist and she rubbed the back of her neck with a huge white towel. The place smelled of hot water and bath oil and I was excited as hell.
I don't know how well I've described my daughter, but she's blond like her mother, only more so because, of course, she's twenty years younger. She's built like Marilyn Monroe with some of the fat carved away and her hair is just about the same color. When she walks the cheeks of her ass twitch and her legs are long and straight. She's taller than Peggy.
"I want to know." My voice sounded much more ominous than I'd intended and immediately her eyes filled with tears of anger, frustration and fear.
"All right," she spat. "We were having a little fun, if you must know. I thought I was old enough not to be treated like a child."
She ran to the bed and threw herself face down, the robe riding up the backs of her thighs to an inch below her crotch. I might have been able to see a few blond cunt hairs, but I wasn't certain. It didn't matter, because the thought of that body was driving me crazy.
"He was banging you, Cherry. Why don't you quit lying and admit it?"
She turned her head to look at me and the twist of her body lifted the robe most of that final inch. "Would it make you happy if I told you the whole story?"
I went to the edge of the bed. "You don't need to. You asked him here for a Fresca, he touched you somewhere along the way and the next thing you knew he was shoving it into you."
She nodded and her ironed hair fell across her face. "Not doing a very good job of it, I might add."
"So I saw."
She frowned. "You saw?"
"You're still in heat, aren't you? It doesn't take an expert to know when a woman's been denied her orgasm. You're hotter than your mother, and I really didn't think she could be topped in that department."
I sat down on the side of the bed and my weight made her half-roll against me. Before I knew what was happening I was stroking the backs of her legs, trying to do a fatherly job of spreading comfort.
"Take it easy. Norman's just a kid, even though he did have banging on his mind when you came in here."
"How do you know that?"
"Because he left his car home so the neighborhood wouldn't wonder what he was doing in here so long in the middle of the day. He's got a terrific cock, though. I'll say that for him."
Cherry gasped and my hand slid above her knees. "You saw quite a ..."
"Quite a lot, yes."
I rubbed her thighs and she shut up for a while. At first she seemed to calm down, land of like a purring cat, but then she rested her face in her arms and began to arch her back. Her ass was coming up off the bed, too, and I realized that her juices were getting back into gear.
"You like that?"
Her blond head nodded. "I like it a lot." "It isn't right, you know."
"I don't care. Do you know what Norman did to me?"
"Sure, but that doesn't mean that I..."
"Aren't you as much a man as he?"
That was a red flag to me, brother, and before I knew what was happening I had my hands on her ass and I was digging into the firm muscles. I mauled he bottom good and it didn't make any difference any more that she was my daughter. To me, she was just another choice piece of tail.
"Oh, Dad."
"Shut up. Don't call me that."
My hands worked up her back and I could feel her tense muscles resist and then relax under my assault I kneaded her like she was a long lump of dough, although she'd turn out to be a lot sweeter than any loaf of bread ever baked.
At last I took her by the shoulders, rolling her to her back. I was kneeling over her by now, my knees jamming into her ribs as I peered down into her face. She was flushed and panting, almost as hot as when Norman had had his dork buried in her cunt
I clawed at the sash until I had the knot opened and then I flipped the robe wide. Jesus!
Her body was right there, like opening the lid on a chest of jewels. My own jewels were crying for attention then and she must have seen the throb in my crotch for she reached for me. I'd like to think she went for me more eagerly than she had gone for Norman, but I suppose it was because she was hotter than hell from her earlier frustration.
Her breasts were shining with her sweat, but it was a fine light film that served to make her glow. Her belly was sucking in and out like a bellows and I could see her ribs brought into sharp profile with each downward plunge of her bellybutton. Her cunt hairs were glistening and there were tiny droplets of sweat or body lubrication that she had secreted. These were hanging in her blond hairs as though she were raising fully trimmed Christmas trees.
"Come on, Dad!"
"Just enjoying the view."
She grabbed at my belt and whipped it open to the sharp slap of leather. Then the zipper made its unique sound and she was plunging her hands through the slit in my shorts. She groped around for a couple of seconds until she had her fingers down deep in my crotch. Then she cupped my balls and squeezed.
Well, I can tell you I damned near passed out right on top of her. She really knew how to roll my marbles inside their sac and she had me sizzling just like that Then she came higher until she was running a finger along the shank of my cock. Then her hands went around it and she really began to pump.
"Christ!"
"I know. You like it. Norman liked it too, but what did he do for me?" "I'll take care of you, young lady."
As she worked my pants to my knees and practically ripped the shorts from me, I cupped her breasts and turned my hands first one way and then the other, like her knockers were dials on a safe and I was looking Tor the right combination. I was close to opening her up, all right. I could hear the clicking of her tumblers as I came closer to getting inside to unlock her secrets.
"Oh, Dad ... Jack, I mean!"
"That's better, Cherry. Say, you re not a cherry any more, are you?"
"I haven't been since the ninth grade."
"God, my daughter, the sexpot."
I wormed my hands around her bellybutton and then I was pawing through her pussy hairs, parting them so that I was able to get a full view of her pink cunt. The outer lips were making waves like some creature under the sea and between them I could see her reddish depths trying to suck something inside her-my hands, my watch, my cock, anything to fill the aching void.
"Come on!"
I obliged, swinging her knees apart and dropping between them. I came down too hard and she grunted as our bellies slapped together. I eased off, because I'd damned near sprained my cock. Then I took aim and pressed my blue and dripping head through the hairs until I came against her outer lips. Cherry hadn't been banging all that much because she was still pretty small, or else I was a lot bigger than Norman.
I worked my hips back and forth until my head settled inside her. Then, balancing on knees and elbows, I gradually let myself sink into her crotch. The smell of her-perfume and body heat-was assailing my nostrils and I drank her into all my senses at once- smell, feel, taste, sight, anything you want to mention that's good, and I was experiencing it
She was trying to work her hips and I eased up a few inches, withdrawing some of my cock and then coming down hard again. I worked into a rhythm and she quickly got with it so that we made a harmonious team. Soon our hips were flying and I loved the slap of our thighs.
"Yes ... yes ... yes!"
Then she stopped as though she'd run into a brick wall and her body arched up into a steel bridge. She was quivering from blond hair to pink toes and her mouth was open, the spit drooling out the corners.
"I'm coming!"
"Very good," I replied, trying to keep my voice from quaking. "Very good, my darling daughter, because I'm coming too!"
CHAPTER THREE
Hemingway used to write that the earth moved when he had his characters get their guns, but, brother, when I went off into Cherry's snatch I moved the entire universe. Don't be surprised that I read Hemingway. I told you, I'm only a toolmaker but that's by choice. I've got a better job than most college men and I use my income to enjoy some of the so-called finer things in life-like books.
Anyhow, I really poured the sperm into her like I was opening the flood gates on a boiling river. I shot spurt after spurt until I thought I'd start to come saliva, but eventually the stream dropped off. The tingling went on at the roots of my hairs and in my fingertips, however, and I kept on glowing for minute after minute.
Through all this Cherry kept her steel bridge drawn up and she was shuddering like a ship that had been torpedoed below the waterline. She was squealing and squirming, her nails digging into my back right through my shirt. She kept begging me to give it to her deeper but I was in to the hilt
She quaked and I could feel the ripples along the lining of her cunt She was using a thousand busy fingers to try to pull my dork out by the roots. The sweat beaded on her forehead and rolled down the sides of her face to the coverlet. Briefly I wondered if Peggy would see the mussed-up bed when she got home, but I didn't think about what she would think for long.
Cherry was jerking all over again and as the shocks ripped through her loins she even coaxed a few more drops out of me. I enjoyed the renewed thrill of pleasure as my balls convulsed and then turned dry. Cherry licked her lips and smiled up into my face. Her hands were linked loosely around my neck.
"You're the best daddy any girl ever had." I didn't want to smile, but I couldn't help myself. To hell with family discipline and morals. I was having too much fun and, if anybody was being hurt by all this, I couldn't imagine who it could be. "Wanton bitch." "You love me for it"
"Sure I do." I lowered my head and kissed one of the pink buds that Norman had been puckering over. The nipple was hard like wood. Cherry was still in heat. "But if your mother ever finds out..."
Her eyes widened. "You wouldn't tell on us ..."
"Hell, no, unless I were interested in breaking up our happy little home."
She stuck her tongue out at me. "Little love nest, you mean."
I kissed her on the mouth and it was pretty good. I've kissed my daughter often over the years, but in recent times when we smacked it was always a cheek job. Now I loved the full cushion of her pink lips and the way the tip of her tongue came between them to roam around the ridges of my mouth. She was a talented young lady.
My head came up. "You want more."
"Sure I do."
"Somebody will come home, your mother or John. That would be a disaster of the first magnitude."
She shrugged and I watched her nipples bob. I kissed the other one. Yup, they were still made of wood. My nose buried itself between her knockers and I moved it slowly back and forth working my way up the side of each mound until I was sniffing her nipples.
"God, your hot breath. It makes me tingle all over again."
"You never stopped."
"No," she admitted. "Why don't you lie down and relax while I do my part, dear Father?"
I rolled from her, admitting to myself that my knees and elbows were getting tired. I lay on my back, looking at the light fixture in the center of the ceiling for several minutes. By my side Cherry was moving slowly, deliberately, and when I turned my head at last saw that she was naked. Her robe must have been deep-sixed to the floor on the other side of the bed
"Well, hello."
"Be still," she chided. "Don't talk like a cheap sailor."
"I was in the Army. You know that."
"How could I? I wasn't born yet."
That put me back in my place and I clamped my mouth shut, feeling as old as General Custer must have felt when he saw all those fucking Indians. Cherry snuggled against my hip as she rolled to her side and I felt her knees press and then her still-damp crotch. She fastened herself against me, her lips sucking on the side of my neck, her hand playing with the hairs on my chest.
"Norman doesn't have any hairs..."
"You said to shut up," I snapped, "so you shut up."
She did, but she didn't stop what she was doing. Her hand roamed my chest and went along my ribs, under my arms, up under my. chin and then she drew a line right down the middle to my belly. I've always been hot in the belly and her slowly circling palm was heating me up but good. She discovered my navel and made circles around it. Then she dropped into my wiry pubic hairs and pulled gently at them until I stirred in protest. So my daughter could tease a man, too.
She went lower and pretty soon her light and gentle touch was just above the base of my root. I had believed that I'd been drained, that everything would be dead for the next several hours, but she started a stirring. I could feel newly discovered juices begin to churn and then the knob actually lifted from the bed like the head of a weary snake.
"I'll be damned." My oath was breathed softly toward the ceiling, but she heard from under my ear.
"The old man lives," she chuckled.
I nodded and she turned her face enough so that she was able to kiss me right on the ear. Then her tongue came out and darted into the folds until I could hear her sloshing around in there like a ocean liner being launched.
Her hand dropped lower and tapped at the base of my cock, which was responding smartly by now. In fact, I had the distinct impression that it was pointing straight at the ceiling. She touched the stump and ran her finger around it, shivering at what I hoped was her thrill of pleasure at the circumference.
"Pretty good?"
She pulled her tongue out of my ear. "I've felt worse."
"How many?" "None of your business." "Like hell. I'm your..." "Must you bring that up?"
I clamped my mouth shut and at that instant she grabbed my knob and pulled hard. I gasped and grabbed out at her, my fingers digging directly into the purse of her crotch. I caught her hairs and lips squeezing until my fingers slipped free of her soggy pussy.
She was squirming good now, sitting up and peer ing down at my loins. "God, a flagpole. I'm proud to call you ..."
"Don't!"
She didn't, instead lowering her face to kiss me on the belly. I didn't dare allow myself to think what she might be leading up to doing, but I did feel the flush of hope wash over my crotch. God, those educated and beautiful lips on me! She gave me several kisses, even sticking her tongue into my navel and I began to fear I might go off too soon. And to think a few minutes before I'd been afraid I wouldn't be able to get my gun at all.
Her lips took the path that her fingers had taken, marching slowly into my pubic hairs and I welcomed her. She was on her knees, kneeling over my supine body, and I eased my hand around her hip to place it flat against her bottom. From there I pushed gently, shoving her face closer to my prick.
She gurgled her pleasure and then her mouth found the base of my cock. I reached under her to where her tight young breasts were pointed toward the bed. It wouldn't be right to say they were hanging-although they did remind me of ripe grapefruit on a tree-for they were too firm for that. But they were also full and I plucked at their red nipples.
She lifted her face, smiled under her armpit at me, and then she turned back to her work. God, how I loved the contours of her body! Her tight little ass was sticking out and I had to pat the curving cheeks. She gurgled, but she didn't leave her work again.
Her lips-those electric lips!-began their march up the side of my cock. At the same time her fingers walked around in my luggage, flicking over my balls, plucking at hairs until I wanted to cry out. Finally I had to cry out, but I tried to muffle it so Mrs. Spelling next door wouldn't hear.
She grinned back at me again. "So you're loving it."
"What the hell do you expect?"
"I expect to be your favorite child from now on."
"Granted; just keep doing what you're doing."
As her fingers rolled my marbles around inside their sac, her mouth reached my knob and she kissed the flange. I gasped and she kissed her way out onto the knob. It was turning blue from the strain and I knew I'd be shooting another load all over the bedroom. I felt a little proud about that.
Her lips parted a fraction of an inch and I held my breath, waiting for what I prayed was on the way Sure enough, in a few seconds the tip of her tongue touched me on the head. It inched along as slowly as a snail until it was poised right over the slit in the end of my pecker.
Then she kissed it and the tongue came out to take a first tentative lap. I stiffened as though somebody had shoved a two-twenty wire up my ass. She was gurgling again and I began to rub her bottom. I had to do something with my hands. I couldn't just lie there.
The pink pointed tongue worked around the little slit and then drilled into it. The lips were wider and could feel her strong young suction as she started to pull my head into her mouth. She had a long way to go and she was taking her time, so I continued exploring.
My hand roamed her ass and I went down between her legs. She was still a mess down there and even though I wormed into her pubic hairs, she didn't react particularly. She was enjoying herself, of course, but I had the feeling she wanted something else.
I went back to her ass and found the crack. She trembled when my hand slipped into it and I realized this was where the next attraction was going to be. I shoved a finger along her tight slit, enjoying the way the plump cheeks squeezed in against my wrist. She shuddered again.
"You like that, you weird bitch," I chuckled.
She mumbled something, unable to speak clearly because by now she had half of my head inside her mouth. Her tongue was still working me over all the while as her fingers gripped the base and held my staff in perfect position. She was like a diamond cutter in the careful way she addressed herself to her task.
She took another inch into her mouth until her lips were curling over my flange.
So I let my finger roam up and down the crack until I found the rosebud I was looking for. When I touched the little pink thing it snapped tightly closed like a flower that had been warned of an approaching storm.
I stroked it for a couple of minutes before it began to relax and, ever so slowly, the petals began to unfold. Soon she was loose again and I was able to wiggle the tip of my finger into the center of the flower. She was gasping, and in a sudden lurch she took a full inch of my cock into her mouth. She used up the flange and began to work on the rest of the shaft
If you've ever been blown, you know the feeling. If you haven't I'm hard put to describe the sensation for you. Just go out and get yourself a little, that's all.
As my shaft went deeper into Cherry's throat, my finger went deeper into her bung. I had it in past the first joint, then the second and then all the way. I swished it around in there, bumping into sluggish organs and other oozing things I'd just as soon not think about
"Go, sweetheart," I whispered. "I'm not going to be able to guarantee a clean job if you keep delaying."
She nodded and took another inch, and then another, swallowing with a loud sound. I figured she was close to choking as my knob raked across the roof of her mouth and into her throat. It would be like trying to swallow an orange without chewing, I imagined.
I kept on with the finger business and in a few seonds I could feel the shocks ripple through her. Her bung convulsed around my finger with almost enough strength to nip it off. She was coming and I felt shock after shock rack her hard.
Not long after that I got into the act. She took me as deeply as she could without gagging herself to death and when she swallowed her throat muscles wrapped themselves around my cock and massaged it in a way I'd never before felt. That was all she wrote, brother.
I began to go off and Cherry had to gulp like a desert prospector to keep up with me. She swallowed as fast as she could, but it wasn't fast enough and some gushed out around the seal of lips and cock. It ran down her chin and dribbled on the coverlet.
After that things got hazy. I must have become semiconscious because the room went gray and then began to turn slowly. I woke up a while later to see Cherry leaning over the bed with a damp washcloth. She was wiping the come from the bed. When she saw me watching her she began to wipe off my cock and balls.
For some reason I asked, "Have you brushed your teeth?"
"Of course I have," she giggled. "You know how fussy I am about personal hygiene."
I was already worrying about what would happen when Peggy got home. We could clean away the physical evidence, but would she read the truth in Cherry's eyes...and in mine?
CHAPTER FOUR
"But you're awfully good, you know." She was sitting close to me as she tossed blades of grass toward the swimming pool.
"I know, but you're not supposed to know," I snapped, trying to move away, but the little iron bench didn't provide for any expansion. "So let's forget the whole thing happened and straighten up. You're the daughter and I'm the father and that's how it's going to be. If your mother..."
Cherry rested her hand lightly on my thigh, not really moving in but merely being family-friendly. "Bosh. The Greeks did it all the time."
"Did what?"
"Incest. And God knows everybody else in the animal kingdom thinks it's perfectly all right."
I wrinkled my nose at her. "They're teaching you high-school seniors more than how to make beds and how to heat up a can of tomato soup. When I was in high school incest was a word written in the boys' can and if the Greeks were doing anything bad the ancient-history teacher kept it quiet."
Cherry giggled, still half-child and half-woman. I had found out which half was woman. "The Greeks had another custom, that was fun. In fact, I guess they're still at it. You know, when they want to screw but they don't want to knock up the girl."
I sighed. "Come on, let's go heat up dinner. Your mother said something about a casserole in the refrigerator."
Cherry got up and she pulled me to my feet. We walked into the house together and she had her arm around my waist, the hand dipping so that she could pat me on the ass. I glared at her, but she only laughed and I just couldn't glare any harder. My heart wasn't in it. She looked so goddamned good in her T-shirt and tight jeans that looked like she'd been poured into them. They'd belonged to John Junior until they'd shrunk tightly enough to cup Cherry's bottom. And she wasn't wearing anything under the T-shirt so that her dandy knockers bobbed freely inside, like a playful sack of kittens eager to leap out onto the rug.
"Oh, daughter," I groaned out loud. "What's the matter?" she asked, frowning as we went into the kitchen. "You're what's the matter."
"So now I'm a problem. I hope I continue to be a problem."
"Get the goddamned casserole out," I snapped as I fell into a chair at the table. She laughed and leaned over me, sounding and moving with the wisdom of an adult female, no trace of the seventeen-year-old anywhere in her body. She turned my face up and kissed me on the mouth and if I really were forty years old I didn't feel like it. She was a girl and I was a guy. I could have been a twenty-year-old soldier on leave, down at the University of Missouri making out with a coed.
Her lips were firm and asking me a lot of question as they moved around on my mouth. I didn't have any answers that I could live with, but I sure as hell knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to stay home with my daughter forever and screw her daily, twice on Sundays.
"Cherry, knock it off," I muttered around her darting tongue.
"Come on, Dad," she muttered right back. "You know we're just getting started. I want some more and, if you're the man I think you are, so do you."
"No. It's wrong and your mother might..."
"You said she was having dinner with Grandma She'll be out almost until bedtime. Speaking of bedtime..."
"There's your brother."
"John? Why worry about him? He's more horny than anybody else in the family. If he came in he'd just cheer us on. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if he'd join in."
I leaned my head back to get her mouth off me. "Come on, girl, John's a fifteen-year-old kid. He hasn't..."
. "Like hell he hasn't," Cherry replied, lifting m hand and placing it on her left breast. "Try squeezing a quart out of that before dinner, Daddy." "Explain yourself." I didn't take my hand away.
Christ but she was heavy and warm through that T-shirt. I could feel the nipple harden as I scissored it through the thin cotton.
"He jacks off in the bathroom every afternoon after school and that's just for starters. I think my kid brother is a supercharged mink who doesn't know where to put it all. He's too young to be fucking, but I think his hose is always squirting into something--like a bottle, the toilet or his fist."
I sighed and moved my hand around on her knocker. I've always been a tit man, that was one reason I married Peggy. She had the best set I'd ever had my hands on and when she wouldn't let me go any further than her boobs ... well, I had to marry her to find out about the rest of the package. I've never regretted it because she had-and has-it all. And, until I ran into my ever-loving daughter in the kitchen with Norman, I'd never really messed with any other women.
Now along comes a second generation Peggy and I can't pass up the chance to start all over again. They say that's the reason guys of forty suddenly start to fool around with women half their age. They're getting old and they want a chance to do it all over again before it's too late. But, Jesus, the way I feel I'll still be knocking off three pieces a week when I'm drawing Social Security.
"Dad?"
"Huh?"
"You're away off somewhere."
"Not really."
She was kissing me again and as her breast sank into my fingers her hip slid around against my thigh, could picture those clinging jeans and I had a powerful temptation to pull them over her hips and stare into that blond nest again. I went to her other tit and it puffed itself up and hardened its nipple like its twin. Cherry was primed and ready.
She took a deep breath and straightened, looming over me with her pointed twin turrets. Then she took my hands and lifted me. She backed across the kitchen, pulling me with her until the edge of the drainboard caught her low on the hips. She just missed the casserole she'd taken from the refrigerator
Casually, she draped her arms around my neck as she leaned back against the edge of the counter. Just like she had been with Norman, she was ready and waiting, her hips thrust forward as her shoulders were back.
I looked down at her fly and the damned thing was bulging as though she had a hard-on in there. It was that the jeans were so tight the fly buttons were stretched to their limit just-by her blond purse and its thick cushion of hairs. That fly was begging me to swat it and break it into a million pieces.
I looked into Cherry's face. "Daughter, I think I'd better just run upstairs and take a cold bath. You'd be wise to try the same thing."
"No way, pop. I've got something coming and nobody eats until I get it. You're my newest natural resource discovery and I want to exploit you before the ecologists catch on and start rationing you." She kissed me on the mouth again and her breasts pressed against my chest. She didn't need to argue any more but I had to fight it.
"No. It's wrong. This can get to be a habit."
"If this be a habit then make the most of it. We've got to be well hung together or well be hung separately."
I sighed and wrapped my arms around her waist. Not even thinking, I allowed my hands to drop to her ass and her firm cheeks fit my palms perfectly. I was lifting her to her toes and her tight box was working over my fly. I was like a stone inside there and she giggled as she felt the hard-on.
"See? You're still as young as you feel," she laughed. "My father, the super lover."
"No." I snapped my hands away and pushed her back. "Get cracking with that casserole, Cherry, or I'm leaving the house. We've got to cut this out."
Cherry stuck out her lower Hp in a pretty pout as she came toward me again, but I fended her off. God knew I didn't want to. I pointed at the casserole and, with a trembling sigh, she stuck it into the oven.
She was looking over her shoulder at me as I looked at that tight little ass. "I'm cooking inside, pop. I've got to have something. You worked me up and now you're pulling out. It just isn't fair."
"Whatever you get," I snapped, "you're not going to get it from me."
We heard the front door slam and it was a familiar sound. Only one person slammed it that way. Cherry was smiling at me as she moistened her lips.
"Okay, hard nose, so I know where I'll get my servicing for today. My second servicing, that is." She glanced toward the kitchen door that led into the front of the house.
"No," I muttered. "Christ, Cherry, he's only a kid. Only fifteen."
She giggled as she shook her golden head with its yard of ironed hair. "I told you about him, Dad. Only a kid, my sweet ass." Then she pumped her fist in front of her beautiful fly, like a kid jacking off. "Believe me, every afternoon in the bathroom. But he's late today. He'll probably run straight upstairs to take care of himself."
I groaned as she went to the door and called, "John. In the kitchen. Dinner's waiting."
It sounded like he was already in the stairs. "Give me a minute."
"No. It's hot and waiting for you? Dad's here, too, and he wants you to come and get it" She grinned over her shoulder at me. "Come on, I've got something in the oven for you. It can't keep."
I groaned again as she turned up the oven and a second later John appeared in the doorway. He's a gangly kid, as most fifteen-year-olds are. He's already pushing six feet and by the time he's through growing he'll probably be a basketball center. He only weighs about a hundred and forty and he's got a little acne, but no problem like that Norman kid whose face looks like a war map of Europe. It's been a while since he's let me catch him with his pants down, but I know he's hung like something in a pasture. In fact, he looks a lot like me before I grew up. I've got more chest and a heavier beard.
"Hi, brother," Cherry was gushing to him, switching on a bright smile.
Cherry and John Junior are like most brothers and sisters. They're usually at each other's throats. Lately he's had the red ass because Cherry's pushing for a car of her own and he'll need to wait a couple of more years. So I wasn't surprised when he gave he a suspicious look.
"What's going on?"
I was back at the table, sitting down, trying to get my cock to sit down, too. "You're mother's having dinner with grandma," I said. "There's just the three of us and Cherry's tonight's cook."
He stuck out his tongue. "Probably poison everybody."
Cherry made a face at him, but it was a sweet face. "Wash your hands and sit down, dear brother. The chicken and rice are hot and the cook is ready." She winked at me, but he couldn't see.
"Uh...I'll wash upstairs. Just take a minute."
I looked at his crotch. By God, the little fart did have his bone up. Cherry must have been right. He had to tap himself every day so he wouldn't explode. Probably starched the sheets at night, too. I'd have to ask Peggy if she ever noticed.
"You'll wash here and make it snappy, right, Dad?"
Cherry was serving at the stove, looking over her shoulder at me. "Tell him it's all ready for him. Tell him the cook guarantees satisfaction."
"Wash and sit," I directed, pointing at the sink.
John stuck his hands under the tap and frowned at his sister. "What's all the funny business going on? How come you're talking funny?"
Cherry was breathing deeply and I could tell she was having a difficult time. She was really hot and the doubletalk was only making her hotter. She was struggling to keep her banter light. A plucky lad.
"We told you. Tonight I'm the mommy and the cook. So sit down across from Dad."
He squinted. "I think I'd rather sit next to Dad."
Cherry sighed and looked at me. "Father?"
"Do as your big sister ... uh, the cook, says," I ordered.
He sat down across from me, by the window where he looked out at the gathering night. It was easy summer and the days were long. A minute later Cherry was placing loaded plates before us, milk for John and herself and coffee for me. I'd let her get away without a salad, but neither she nor I were really interested in food anyhow,
We were all seated and John was shoveling it in. "Don't eat so fast," Cherry said to him, but her voice was sweet. He stared at her, suspicion in his eyes.
"You're still talking funny. Usually you don't have anything to say to me at all?'
"All right, so Mommy won't talk so much." She put some chicken and rice into her mouth and watched me as she chewed. Jesus, she even chewed her food in an erotic way. I wanted to kiss the grease on her mouth.
Her left hand was out of sight, but I soon got a pretty good idea where it was. John lurched is though something had bitten him on the ass. I stopped eating.
"What's the matter with you?"
He cleared his throat and, flushed, looked from his sister to me. "Uh, nothing. Just a cramp, I guess."
He tried to continue eating, but he slowed down quite a bit. I know I should have stopped it, but I didn't think it would do any good. Cherry had to have her servicing and so did John. If I broke them up, Cherry would run out to some boy - friend and John would be up coating the bathroom mirror with come. So I sat and I watched, the impartial observer. I'll admit I was plenty hot myself and a little voyeurism didn't seem out of line.
John flinched again, but not as much as the first time. Cherry kept on eating, her eyes modestly down on her plate. But that left hand was busy somewhere and John was shifting around in his seat. He finally glared at his sister. "Cut it out."
Cherry smiled at him. I just want you to eat your food. Don't worry about Dad. He's eating, too. You don't care how much John eats, just so he eats, do you, Daddy?"
I shook my head. "No. Eat nice. Don't fight."
"Hear that? No fighting," she repeated.
John gulped a couple of times and looked at his plate. Then he was squirming again and I wondered where her hand was. On his thigh, on his crotch, fondling his pouch? I was getting hotter thinking about it. And I kept thinking: better than him jacking off, better than him jacking off....
Then I heard a hiss and it wasn't a snake. It was a zipper, a fly zipper. John's eyes were bugging and he almost dropped his fork.
Cherry was still eating, eyes downcast, smiling like the Madonna in person.
CHAPTER FIVE
Now my son John Junior is a nice lad. Big and gawky, like all fifteen-year-olds, troubled with a little acne and not knowing where the hell he's going in life, but a nice kid all the same. He's always behaved himself pretty well and he minds his mother. If he's screwed a woman or puffed pot, you couldn't prove it by me.
So it was natural that he about jumped out of his skin when his sister-that big blond flying bomb three years older than he-grabs him by the crotch. I'm an Old hand, you can bet, and you remember how I was when she went for me.
He pretended to keep on eating, but he kept dropping his fork. Cherry also went through the motions, but that left hand was getting all the real action. John looked pleadingly at me and I thought he was going to ask me to tell Cherry to lay off. But, like she said, he was a hot kid and he didn't really want to beat off a beautiful woman.
I was amazed, of course, because I knew damned well that this was the first time there had been any funny business between them. Until that day Cherry hadn't known her punk bid brother existed and, as for John, the only time he ever looked at Cherry was when he had murder in his eye.
So everybody was in for a bunch of surprises. Cherry hadn't planned to be so hot. John certainly hadn't dreamed he would have gotten a real servicing this time, instead of his fist. And I never expected to be a one-man audience when my kids discovered each other. What the hell, puppies screw around all the time and everybody thinks that's cute. Why not human beings? Who would be hurt? And there wouldn't be any clap going around because I know my kids are clean.
I know, I sound like I'm trying to justify my allowing that sort of shit to go on under my nose, and maybe I am. But I was pretty hot myself, as you'll see, and I didn't know how to turn myself off.
At last John couldn't take it any longer and he shot to his feet and backed across the room. His fly was open and I caught a glimpse of his Superman shorts through the crack, but that was all. His pouch was distended, though, and I wondered if he'd already gone off and wanted to clean up now.
"Big baby," Cherry teased as she twisted in her chair. Christ, what a body that woman had grown without me noticing! When she turned that way her knockers really came out into the T-shirt. "Afraid he'll get hurt."
"Shut up," John shot back. "Just keep your hands to yourself, that's all. Dad, make her stay away."
I coughed into my hand. Christ, what was I going to tell them? She wanted it, I wanted to see her get it, John also wanted it-but he didn't know it
"It's between you and your sister," I blurted at last feeling like a coward. "You're bigger than she is. If you want her to keep away, you can jolly well just keep running."
He puffed out his cheeks and his hand shot into his pocket. He was ramming his cock and balls back down where they belonged, but Cherry and I knew he couldn't stop his boiling seed. His virile kid's body wanted seduction, now.
"Look, baby," she snapped, annoyance crossing her face, "a kid your age is at his peak. Ask Dad, even though I'd have to admit he's an exception. Teen-age boys are already heading over the hill when they approach twenty. Isn't that right, Daddy?"
I nodded. "So the medical books say. I thought it was true in my case, but we Whites are a hardy lot. I'm just about as good as I ever was."
"Amen," Cherry breathed and I shot a hasty warning glance at her.
"I'm beating it" John rasped, backing toward the door.
"Sure, you've been beating it every afternoon for six months, ever since you found out it was more than something to piss out of." I stared at my daughter. Christ she must have been dating guys from the naval station. That language! "You'll grow up to be a pervert if you keep on. John boy, you ought to be giving some nice girl the benefit of your sperm, not flushing it down the toilet that way. It's positively criminal."
John was gulping like a cod on the end of a hook. "But you're my sister. Boy, that's what I call sick."
Cherry held up her hand. "Just hold it a minute, sonny." She frowned and gnawed her lower hp, her -hands on her hips, breasts thrust forward. God, John would be a queer if he turned that down, sister or not. At least he'd stopped retreating. "Suppose I don't lay a hand on you, okay?" John cocked his head and suspicion filled his eyes. "That's right. You're better off getting your gun from normal female stimulation, instead of beating yourself to death, flogging over the bathroom sink. I'll drain you, dear brother, and I promise not to touch you. Not unless you tell me to. Now isn't that fair?" John was shaking his head. "You're plain crazy, sis." "I'm thinking of your welfare, that's what I'm doing. Dad would like it that way, too. He doesn't want you to lose your cherry unless you want to. Incidentally, you Tarzan, me Cherry, right?"
"Well..." John turned toward me. "I wouldn't trust her, Dad. You remember how she screwed me out of that chocolate cake at dinner last week."
I shrugged. "Okay, if you don't believe her, tell her do. If you're curious to find out how she's going to do it without touching you-and I confess I am-then stick around. You're free to head for the bathroom whenever you want. But as your sister says, you can't retreat from life to the bathroom forever." I was being phony because the kid was really too young to be fucking, although I confess I was already at it when I his age, and not with my sister, either. Damn it, I wanted to see John boy get bred.
"Good shot, Dad," Cherry exclaimed. "All right, sonny, are you a man or aren't you?"
John again was frowning and he spoke carefully. "How you going to make me if you don't touch me? And no fair using a trick, like gloves or something."
Cherry held up her hands to show they were empty. "No tricks. I won't touch you with a thing."
He backed against the drainboard, that same board where there had been so much action already that day. "I guess I can let you try ... but it sounds like something stupid. I ought to head out to the movies with Andy."
Cherry knew she had him hooked, so she was brave enough to reply, "Okay, if you'd rather mess around with Andy ..."
"No," John blurted and he cleared his throat to cover his anxiety. "I guess I got to give you a chance to prove you're not a liar."
Cherry winked at me. "Ah, my noble kid brother. All right, here we go. No touching but hold on to your hat, kid, or Til blow it off."
He flattened his butt against the edge of the counter and held on with both hands as Cherry planned herself in front of him. She stood very close, breathing in his face, her breasts lifting and falling like the tides.
"No touching!" John yelped and I discovered I'd almost yelled the same thing. I was still sitting at the table, my half-empty plate in front of me, and I had a bone-on like you wouldn't believe.
Cherry merely shook her golden head slowly. She didn't say a thing and I got the idea. She was going to coax the come out of him by practically hypnotizing the kid. Well, it would be something to see. She remained before him, hands still on her hips and her knockers out front like headlights on a hotrod. She gave a little wiggle to her shoulders and they bobbed like a pair of heavy corks. John boy gasped and Cherry couldn't help giggling. She was hot, too, but she was also having a hell of a good time.
Slowly, she eased her hands under her breasts, palms up, and she lifted them up to him, holding them just under his chin "Come on, John, take a bite."
He gasped again and I could see his cock straining like a stallion locked in a too-small stall. I figured he'd come all over his pants in a couple of minutes. As the doctors say, he was never going to be any more potent than he was at that minute.
He was staring popeyed at Cherry's breasts and she kept on offering them, right under his nose. He was shaking his head. "I'm not gonna come for you, pig sister."
"Like hell," Cherry laughed. "You said you wouldn't touch." "So who's touching?"
She took her hands away from her breasts and they dropped back into their normal position with a jiggle. I was getting plenty hot now and if the boy wasn't going to finish the job, I sure as hell was. After all, John had interrupted us, just as I'd interrupted Cherry with her pimply boy friend.
She extended her hands to his face, stopping just before she touched his cheeks. Then she was bringing them down, as though stroking his cheeks and jaw, around down over his throat, not quite touching. She around his shoulders and chest and then she went to lis waist. She made her hands into claws and made as though to grasp his crotch. John gasped and his face became like a beet.
But Cherry wasn't breaking any rules. She hadn't touched him yet. Not a hair on him.
She leaned down and ran her hands along the insides of his thighs, for his feet were planted apart. Still stooped, she peered up. "You're a tough kid."
He was wheezing and I thought I could see a small dark stain on his crotch, right in front of where his snake was straining mightily to uncoil itself. But he hadn't come yet. He was only getting ready, lubricating himself. But it wouldn't take much more.
Cherry straightened and then she began a little dance in front of him. She whirled in small circles, her arms over her head, her breasts riding high. I could see glimpses of her shaved armpits up the short sleeves of the T-shirt and even this was exciting to me. God, if I was this hot and bothered young John had to have a will of iron.
The jeans were fighting a losing game, for they'd barely clung to her hips in the first place. Now hey were riding even lower as she stretched and tin ted. Soon her T-shirt was out all around and we could see her belly, complete with navel, well above the sagging belt of her pants.
John gasped. "Oh, wow."
"Oh, wow," Cherry mimicked. "That's kid talk. You're still a little boy, junior."
A hip and the top half of a buttock was oozing out of the jeans before Cherry stopped. She was puffing and I would be willing to bet it wasn't just from the dancing. She was working herself up to an orgasm of her own and, God knew, she'd been denied enough that afternoon. She'd never get enough.
That plump ass was a beauty. All white and smooth. Not a mark on her. She puffed and looked down at herself before she looked into John's face.
"Nice fanny, huh, brother? Wouldn't you like to dig your pinkies into it? Come on, it's free."
John gulped. "No touching," he was able to croak.
"No touching," she mimicked again in a falsetto voice.
She hiked up her jeans, saw her flapping T-shirt and so she crossed her hands at the hem and grasped it. She lifted it over her head in an abrupt movement and tossed it away. There was nothing inside there except candy and it was a glorious view. How I loved the sight of her knockers, full, high, pink on the tips and shining just slightly because she was starting to sweat. Excuse me, perspire. Guys sweat.
She had a wonderful waist and belly, too. Thin with the hips starting to flare before the jeans cut off the view. She had a little gut on her, just enough to be exciting and make her bellybutton stick out and drive me out of my senses. John was licking his lips and straining to swallow. He couldn't. His throat was too dry.
"Aren't I gorgeous?" she wanted to know.
"Sensational," I exclaimed.
"No. John boy, you tell me."
"Up yours, sis."
"Help yourself."
"No touching."
She sighed and shrugged her shoulders at me. The resulting jiggle was indeed sensational. Then she planted herself before him again, hands on her hips. She shot her shoulders at him, alternately, so that her boobs did a dance of their own. The tips jumped like fireflies giving each other the hotfoot, and I wanted to bite them off.
John was wagging his head and I could tell he was debating whether to flee. "Be a man, son," I shouted. "If you run now you'll be afraid of women all your life." Bullshit, but it sounded psychological as hell.
He stuck to his guns and then I saw that the kid was near. Shit. Cherry was going to make him without climbing out of her jeans and I'd hoped to see a naked nymph in my kitchen. He was gasping more than ever and the stain at his crotch was spreading.
"You're going off!" she cried as she pointed an accusing finger at his pouch.
"Like hell!" he shouted back, but he was lying.
Cherry retreated as he grabbed at his fly and yanked the zipper open. Then he was turning around and lifting his cock over the edge of the sink. The little bastard was hung, I'll say that for him. Cherry was gaping, too. His tool was long and thick and the knob on the end looked like it should have been usee to open doors. He had it all. Size, length, configuration. If only he'd use it well through life. Yes, he could serve the world's women with that.
He had his fingers wrapped around it and he was hanging on. Not pumping, just hanging on as though he were choking back the jizz as long as he could. I could understand that. A guy likes to delay the explosion so he can enjoy it more. As in planning a vacation, anticipation is almost as much fun as being there.
But John was about to leave on his journey. Cherry was all over him, leaning around to pull his hands away from the panting penis and grasping it herself.
She gave it a few strong jerks, not more than three or four, and he began writing with white ink.
John was squirting clear across the sink and splattering it just below the hot-water faucet. It was running down the side in a heavy, sluggish stream, like lava draining toward the ocean. I almost expected it to hiss when it ran into the puddle of water in the sink.
Cherry watched with due respect as her kid brother convulsed again and again, his body half-bent, his shoulders hunched forward. He was like a man carrying something too heavy for his body.
The cock swelled and shot time after time, undulating like a screwing seal I'd once seen up at the zoo. The stream looked like it would never end but at last it was reduced to a streak that dripped straight down into the sink from the end of his dick.
I fell back in my chair as though I'd also gone off. But I hadn't I was ready to, however, and I knew that I had to have more before this day was at an end.
I gazed at Cherry and the clinging jeans. They had to go-and soon.
CHAPTER SIX
I puffed out my cheeks and Cherry turned to giggle at me. I got up. "Daughter, it can't end like this.'
She shook her head. "No. Do you realize that I haven't really made it yet? God, this day as been one long frustration for poor Cherry."
"Balls," I snapped. "What happened in your bedroom a little while ago? Good grief, you almost turned yourself inside out."
She made a face. "Just that once."
John was looking over his shoulder, panting, nd his sister hurried to him. Tenderly, she began to clean his cock with a soaked towel. John stared at me, bis eyes bulging still as he felt Cherry's hands administer to him.
"What did happen in her bedroom, Dad?" His voice was filled with awe. "None of your business." I made my voice gruff.
He looked down at his slowly softening prick, at Cherry's knockers and then he pointed at my groaning crotch. "I figure by now it is my business. Funny things have been going on in this house-before I got home and now."
"Not funny, dear brother," Cherry said, stuffing his prick back inside his pants and zipping him. He watched like a man in a dream, hardly daring to believe this was happening to him. "You and I and Daddy are experiencing life, that's all. We're helping one another, loving one another, dispensing comfort when and where it's needed."
"Huh?" John boy blurted.
"We've all decided we like to fuck around with each other, although it started by accident." She cocked an eyebrow at me. "At least I think it did. Anyhow, the family that plays together stays together and we're not going anywhere."
Almost casually, Cherry walked over to me and she leaned over, kissing me on the mouth. Without giving it a second thought I reached for a breast and I squeezed it. She'd climbed back into her T-shirt, but that was all right. I could see the outline and feel the nipple. I gave her a couple of playful squeezes.
"Gosh, Dad," John blurted. "You're pretty cool about everything."
"Not as cool as you might think" I sighed. I still had a hard-on and it felt as though it were going to hang around until I gave it satisfaction. I put my arms around the girl and she settled in my lap. She draped an arm around my neck and stabbed a knocker into my chest. It felt wonderful. We both grinned at John and he at last grinned back. Good, the boy was coming around. Cherry moved her lips against my ear and for an instant I pulled away.
"You know we're being wild idiots, complete fools," I muttered.
"I know," she agreed. "But who's being hurt, like you said. It's love and we'll come out of this loving each other all the more."
I sniffed. "But we can't cheat on your mother."
"There's a way to beat that." Her tongue popped into my ear for a second. "We'll let her in on it. Then, by god, we'll be a hundred-percent swap family. Is everybody happy? You bet your ass!"
"You can lay off that kind of talk," I replied. "You're still going to behave like a lady even if ..."
"Even if I'm not? But, Dad, you're really still not with it. By Victorian standards, I'm not a lady and you're not a gentleman. But by today's rules, we're as good and proud as anybody. We play among ourselves, but we're happy and kind to one another. If somebody were to walk in and join the club ... well, we'd be just as kind to them. That means I'm a 1ady. No snooty airs, nobody being put down."
I sniffed and glanced at John. He was watching Cherry's thighs as she wiggled against me. I couldn't say I thought less of either of them after what we'd been doing. Indeed, as she said, I only loved them the more, with a deeper physical love going hand-in-hand with my family love. Bullshit. I was also hot as a rock and anxious for more. Cherry had a body that wouldn't quit and if, by Jesus, we came closer together by my screwing her again, so much the better.
She pulled herself more tightly against me and that wonderful belly flattened against mine. "Take it easy," I wheezed. "The old man can make it again ... just like that."
She giggled and leaned back. Then she was opening my fly and digging inside. It happened so fast that both John and I could only stare as she whipped my pecker out into the open. It lay throbbing in her palm like a rare fish plucked from its natural habitat.
"Lovely!" Cherry exclaimed.
It was quite a sight, all right, growing, beating, turning a dark pink. The knob was oozing and the little blue vein along the side was pumping for all it was worth. I was sort of proud of old dork.
I sighed happily and looked again at John. His bottom lip was sticking out a foot "What's eating you, boy?"
"Or who's eating you?" Cherry sniggered. "You two have already been through it all and now I got to sit around and watch while you make it again. Seems to me I'm falling further behind."
Cherry turned to her old dad. "I told you, fifteen is a ripe age. He could make it with a dozen better women than I in one night."
I nodded. "Guess you'll have to spread it around, honey. Share with everybody around the table."
She got up, leaving my cock poking out of my fly like a telephone pole and I was pleased to have a brief respite. I wanted to save it for a while, but I was going to get my share, mark my words, daughter.
Cherry returned to the sink and her brother. He had his pants back up but she quickly opened him up again and whipped out his prick. It was soft but it hardened more quickly than I can relate the story. By the time she was reaching under it for his balls the dick was a steel rod. It weaved as though looking for, something to fuck.
Cherry grinned as she dropped to her knees and then she planted a kiss on John's knob. He cried out and shuddered. "You going to come again?" she wanted to know.
"Pretty quick, I think."
"All right, let's finish the job. I don't want you whining." She stroked him three or four times and he howled with passion. In the instant before he was going to explode into the sink a second time the doorbell sounded and everybody froze.
"Maybe they'll think nobody's home," I wheezed, still steaming hot. "It might be Mom with some packages," Cherry replied. She was thinking more logically than I.
"I'm coming" John moaned.
"Try to hold it," she commanded as she bent his aching cock like it was a length of hose and stuffed it back inside his pants. Then she zipped him shut and headed toward the front door by way of the dining room and the parlor.
"Hang on, boy!" I gasped as John bent double. He was holding his belly. "Just hold it back."
"I can't!"
"You can!"
A minute later we heard the chattering of young girls and I realized the worst. It wasn't Peggy home from her mother's but it was one of Cherry's girl friends. Then they were in the doorway, Cherry and Donna. John took one look and then he turned his back, bending over the sink. He lurched a few times,
"What's the matter with John?" Donna squealed. She looked frightened.
"Flu," I replied at once. "Everything he eats comes back on the poor kid. He'll be all right in a minute. "How are you, Donna?"
She smiled at me and I smiled back. Donna was Cherry's age, but more of a kid. She still had some of her baby fat, but she was quickly maturing into a stacked broad. She even spoke in baby talk once in a while when she got excited and when she moved she was somehow coltish and unstable. She often exposed herself with the carelessness of a child. It's obvious that I'd had my eyes on Donna Baker a lot lately since she'd filled out. She had boobs and a plump behind that would make her a pneumatic roll in the hay.
But what was I thinking? Donna was just a kid, one of Cherry's friends, hardly a member of the family to be seduced. No, Donna would have to remain off limits.
Still, she would be a bedful. She had black ironed hair to her shoulders and a peaches-and-cream skin. Those big black eyes seemed to have something warm behind them, but I'd never been sure. She was almost as tall as Cherry and, as I said, somewhat heavier, like the guys in the Army would say, if they're big enough...
"Out of the question."
"What did you say, Dad?" Cherry asked. She was half-smiling at me. Spooky how quickly she could guess what was on my dirty little mind. "Nothing. Donna, we're just finishing dinner." The kid brunette was still looking at John. "Golly, Shouldn't he be up in bed?"
"We were talking about that just before you came," Cherry said, her voice laced with mischief. "Would you like to help us tuck him in?"
John half-turned toward me, anguish on his face and come seeping through his jeans. Christ, he'd come a bucket in his drawers.
"Sure, I'll help," Donna was answering.
Somehow she was beside John without noticing his fly and his arm was lifted over her shoulder. "I can walk," he protested, but Donna was already playing the little nurse.
"I've got him," she said over her shoulder to Cherry and me. "But you come along in case we have trouble on the stairs. He's weak as a puppy dog."
She was lapsing into her baby talk, almost, which meant that she was getting excited with her responsibility. They moved into the dining room and my daughter and I followed. I felt like a son of a bitch.
"God, why do I want her? Why now, of all times?'
She walked close to me, clutching my arm so that my hand bumped against her snatch. "You're hot, Daddy. When you're hot anybody of the opposite sex looks good."
He snorted. "How the hell would you know?"
"From more than just biology class," she shot back. Then she smiled. "So you'd like to carry our adventure beyond the family boundary."
"So help me, but I would. Look at that bottom. It was swishing prettily as she eased John across the living room and into the hall. As they started up the stairs her skirt clung to each cheek as though it were in love with its owner.
"No nicer than mine," Cherry retorted.
"No, but it's fresher. Aw, Cherry, don't pout "You know what I mean. I've had you, but Donna is new stuff. I doubt she'd be as good as you, anyhow ... and I don't intend to find out. Hands off, Jack." I was speaking half to Cherry, half to myself.
We reached the upstairs hallway and the procession headed for John's room. We went inside and Donna was helping him sit on the edge of the bed. His soggy pouch was partly hidden when he crossed his legs. "How are you, son?"
"I'm better, pop."
Donna leaned over him, concern in her dark eyes and her shining black hair half-falling across her face. Her strong young breasts hung nicely. Dear little Donna was loaded. "You're sure you're all right? I could do something."
"Naw, I'm all..."
"Something like what?" I snapped.
Donna shrugged and my eyes wandered for an instant. "Get an extra blanket, wipe his forehead with a cold towel. I don't really know." She was having trouble pronouncing her words again. "His" came out "hith."
I didn't know whether to let John boy have the kid or whether I should exercise my seniority and take her myself. It wasn't a question of if, but who went first. In my feverish eye Donna was so much tender beef on the hoof. I felt lousy about it, but not lousy enough to back off.
But it was being crazy again. Of course it was out of the question. I could be sued from here to breakfast by Donna's parents if I put the make on the girl, or if I stood around and encouraged John to hop her. No, it was impossible.
We were standing around rather awkwardly when Cherry nudged me. "Well?"
"No. I've decided to draw the line."
Donna wrinkled her nose at me and I wanted to nibble it off. "You don't want me to take care of Johnny?"
"Not that, Donna," I replied. "No, Cherry, that other thing is off."
"But it's okay, believe me."
"No. It's wild and dangerous."
"But she would go. I know it."
I shook my head. "Just a little girl."
Cherry touched Donna's shoulder. "Run into the bathroom and get a damp towel while I stretch John out. I'll loosen his clothing, too, because he's really got a fever."
"Okay," Donna blurted and she hurried away, everything bobbing beautifully.
"Get out of your clothes," Cherry commanded.
John nodded. "With pleasure. I might be glued into them forever."
He peeled the soggy jeans from his loins and Cherry dropped them distastefully into a distant hamper. He jerked off his shirt and kicked away his shoes. His soggy shorts went, too. Clad only in an undershirt, John bolted under the covers just before Donna bounced back into the bedroom.
John had the covers up to his chin and his large eyes roamed the room, resting on mine. I shook my head. "It's no go."
Cherry was jabbing me with her elbow as Donna leaned over the bed and placed the towel on John's forehead. "My, are you all hot," the kid exclaimed.
"She's ready," Cherry hissed into my ear. "Prove it to yourself. Move in and show her a little action. You'll see. I've talked to her late at night and she's got the worms crawling around in her stomach."
I sighed and turned toward the bed. It was tempting I had to admit. She was leaning over and her skirt was hiking up. Like I said, Donna hadn't developed ladylike ways of handling herself yet. I loved seeing high up the backs of her thighs though, and her bare golden legs looked wonderful. Like Cherry's, but not quite so long.
I licked my lips as I leaned closer to her shoulder and peered into John's face. "That feels better, doesn't it, son?"
The kid looked at me and I'd need to award him an Oscar for managing to look so sick. In fact, he was probably ready to leap back into the saddle. "I guess so," John finally murmured. "Thanks, Donna. You're a pal."
Donna merely flushed a little and said, "You hush, John. The flu will get worse if you get tired. You need to rest and relax. No talking."
She continued wiping his forehead and her strokes were slow, more soothing than really medicinal. She seemed to be enjoying her new responsibility immensely and I wondered if it was the Florence Nightingale in her or the Sadie Hawkins.
I touched her shoulder and she seemed not to notice. She was wearing a white blouse that was carefully tucked into her skirt and it was fresh and cool against my forearm. I reached over to touch John's forehead and at the same time I eased my hip against hers. She didn't move away, but neither did she seem to be aware that I was touching her.
I glanced toward Cherry and she nodded with enthusiasm, rooting for the home team.
I reached under her arm to tuck in the covers along John's ribs and the back of my hand brushed a hanging knocker. Still Donna didn't seem to notice a thing. I brushed the tit again and then I figured I'd better leave it to hell alone before she caught on.
I moved to her other side as she remained half-leaning over John. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and her hip came back to touch my thigh I didn't back off and neither did she.
I chuckled. "We'd make a fine doctor and nurse," I said to the dark-haired beauty.
Donna smiled over her shoulder at me and I could see down the open throat of her button-up blouse. There were the tops of her boobs, the cleavage and the dark valley between those terrific hills. Donna was indeed loaded.
"I haven't played doctor and nurse in a long time," she answered. "When I was a child and the older boy next door got me in the garage ... he wasn't a nice boy, Mr. White. Not nearly so nice as you." She paused and nibbled her lower hp. "You are a nice man, aren't you, Mr. White?"
She was speaking with a teasing baby accent that was driving me out of my gourd.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I backed off. "Yes, Donna, I've always tried to do what's right."
"Daddy's terrific," Cherry exclaimed as she carelessly dropped her arm around my neck. She leaned a hip into my groin and gave a little wiggle that Donna couldn't see.
"I got no complaints," John added.
I smiled and shrugged at Donna. "You see? My loyal fans, and I haven't bribed them yet today."
Donna frowned. "Then how come you keep touching my hip, and how come you were looking up the back of my dress, and how come you were jiggling against the end of my breast?"
I flushed like a two-bit toilet and the red crept out of my collar and spread to my hairline. "Donna ... I ... I really don't know what you're talking about I was only trying to help. If I came too close ..."
"I'm not complaining."
"Go, Donna!" Cherry exclaimed. "You see, Dad? I told you she swung."
Donna suddenly was shy and she was also turning pink, and doing a lot prettier job of it than I was. "Cherry, honestly, you say such terrible things I didn't mean what you think I mean. I trust your dad, that's all." She pronounced "say" "thay."
"Hold your tongue, child," I snapped to Cherry. "You're embarrassing our guest."
I gingerly put my arm around Donna's waist and gave her a fatherly hug. When she didn't seem in the least bit frightened I put the other arm around her and she got up off the bed to stand straight. She turned toward me so that we were toe to toe. She smiled, shy ... but not afraid.
I pecked her forehead with my lips. "Our little nurse. How can I thank you, Donna?"
"Maybe with a hot fudge sundae later."
"Sure, later."
"But now you want to do something else, don't you, Mr. White? It's all right because you're Donna's dad. I like you and I really don't mind."
A wave of shame washed over me and I let go of her at once. "I'm very sorry, Donna. Come along, we'll get you that sundae now. I'm not going to take advantage ..."
"So take advantage already," Cherry chided, her eyes shooting urgent messages.
"I'm willing to have that sundae later, Mr. White, like I said." Donna wasn't lisping now. Her words crackled out like she was Mrs. Lowell Thomas. Suddenly she lurched and I wondered what the hell, until I looked.
John boy's hand had crept out from under the covers and it had a grip on the back of her thigh. Then it slipped up until it was poking around on her ass. Donna looked startled but not ready to flee. Christ, if that little fart of mine was moving in, I wasn't going to stand around playing the gentleman.
"You're a wonderful young person, Donna," I was saying as I slowly unbuttoned her crisp white blouse. "I've always said the future of America lies in the hands of such capable people as yourself. When I'm old and gray you'll be running things, making the decisions." I felt like Johnny Mann but Donna looked like one of the Johnny Mann Singers-terrific.
"Oh, you're not going to be old for a long time, Mr. White." Go, girl. 'In fact I keep telling Cherry that her father is as handsome as most of the boys at high school. That's really true, more interesting than most."
I had her blouse unbuttoned and I eased it out all around her skirt. Then I opened it and the pink bra was peeking out at me, its twin stuffers stuffed with Donna. She was full and certainly breathing harder than she was after helping John upstairs.
"You say all the right things, my dear ..." I was rambling as I slipped the blouse over her shoulders. I could see John at work from the rear, his hand still snaking around on her bottom and upper thighs. She kept her legs close together and I wondered whether to move her out of range. Let the kid take care of himself later.
But I left her where she was and she stood, smiling sweetly, hands at her sides as I removed the blouse and Cherry took it from me. Then I was reaching around her and unsnapping the bra. John's fingers were already working on the catch, but I slapped them away.
The bra came loose and her surge was strong. What a crime for stacked young girls to hide their knockers inside confining bras. I had long been an advocate of the braless movement and I even thought Peggy looked a hell of a lot more interesting when she bounced. She still had lots of youthful snap.
Donna was looking down at her knockers and then she was peering into my face. "Are they all right?"
Were they all right? Were two white hills and the crisp strawberry caps on the tips of each all right? She was a knockout. Heavier than Cherry without being fat. I heard a little clucking sound behind me and I turned to see Cherry. She was sucking on her teeth.
"I know," she murmured, "Donna's got me beat twenty-seven ways. I look like a board next to her curves."
"Nonsense,' I snapped. "Donna, Cherry has a lovely figure, hasn't she?"
"I only wish mine was as groovy," Donna said with vigorous nods. Her breasts shook.
"Your ... um, breasts are truly remarkable, Donna. Different from Cherry's but on the whole every bit as attractive." I sounded so damned antiseptic, but I was the senior person present and I couldn't exactly pull down my pants on the spot and show Donna how exciting her knockers really were.
Donna purred as I placed a hand on her right breast and squeezed. My fingers marched around on the milky surface for a while and then I had the strawberry between thumb and forefinger, pinching it lightly.
Somewhere the signal bells were jangling in her middle, calling her senses to general quarters. Yes, Donna was coming alive, on her way toward indulging in the fun. She would no longer be the cool and innocent child not taking part
I kept scissoring the pink bud until it was shooting into my hand, hot and moist Donna's lips were parted and she was breathing at the next plateau. Her knockers were swelling even more, filling up with her vibrating juices which were eager to be massaged.
I switched to her other breast, pumping it and then moving toward its tip. It couldn't wait to catch up with its mate and pretty soon Donna was breathing with her mouth open.
"We're all going to be good friends," I muttered inanely.
"Very good friends," Cherry agreed.
"I certainly don't want any enemies," Donna said. "Please, Mr. White, don't think this is all funny. I know you're older than me and all, and that Cherry and John are watching, but, well..." She gulped and her face turned pink. "I'm all of a sudden really hot" She pronounced it "thudden."
I smiled. "You mean you need my help."
"Yes. Real bad."
I took her in my arms and slid my hands down her back until I was cupping her bottom. And there John's hand, trying to get into the same place. I moved Donna a few feet from the bed and I thought John was going to come with us, bare-assed and all.
Then I was holding her against me, my hands groping across her bottom. She was beginning to moan and her face was crimson. "Oh . .. oh," she breathed.
"You've really got to want this," I warned. "I don't want young girls running home to tell stories to their parents. You could make a lot of trouble."
She shook her dark head. "If I tell them it will only be to invite them over to join in. Lordy, gee, this really swell." She pronounced it "thwell."
I chucked into her ear, my nose shoving into he dark straight hair. She smelled all Prell and squeaky clean. Ah, California girls were so tidy. They showered every day, rain or shine, and the sun and salt water washed and burned away any other impurities.
But I had to get going. Peggy wouldn't be at her mother's house forever and it was beginning to get late. So I kissed Donna and, holding my mouth on hers, I worked up the back of her skirt until I had it to her waist. Then I was sliding the zipper and the thing dropped to her feet. I reached inside her pants, which felt sheer as the devil, and ran my hand over the smooth cheeks. Like a baby's, truly.
Again she shuddered. "Golly ..."
I ran a finger along the crack, over her bung and low down until I was snaking between her legs. She stumbled and got her balance back, but she'd managed to spread her feet several inches so that the target was more exposed.
"You're not gonna get it all," somebody blurted and John was hurling back the covers.
Everybody turned to look as he revealed his half-naked body-the bottom half-and his man's cock standing straight up like a flagpole awaiting the raising of the colors. Donna gasped, but she didn't back off. I felt jealous for a moment, because the boy was obviously more ready than I. In a real fucking match at his age he could put me under the table.
Donna was pulling at me then and I was flattered until I realized she was moving us back to the edge of the bed. There John, sitting with his ankles crossed like an Indian swami, reached for his share. It was a handful of Donna's left buttock and he then moved into the center and plunged a finger up her anus.
She shuddered like she'd been shot in the middle and, in a sense, the child had been. "Oh, that feels funny. I never had anything like that before."
I frowned into her simple face, that darkly beautiful face with the smoking eyes. "You haven't had anything like any of this before."
She raised her eyebrows and smiled. "Oh?"
"The varsity split end likes her," Cherry informed me, as though that explained everything. Perhaps it did. "You know, they're an item in the school paper. Donna says he always plays a good game if she gives him some the night before."
I swallowed. "I see. And you're still willing ..."
Donna sighed and explained to me as though she were talking to a child. "You're fishing, Mr. W. I told you you were groovy and, split end or not, I'm going to stick around. I want to see how it is with a real grown-up man."
All at once Donna wasn't talking baby talk anymore. Had she matured over the last ten seconds? I couldn't imagine her playing with a teddy bear while some moose of a varsity football player piled into her.
John was keeping busy and he had Donna's pants down to her knees as we chatted. I gazed south at her black bush and it was a glossy dark mass that spread up from between her legs like black gold gushing from a mine shaft. Somewhere in there was the entrance to the shaft and I meant to find it first.
"John, can't you back off for a few minutes?" I snapped at the boy. "I'm sure that Donna's willing to spread the wealth if you're really that worked up."
"Sure I am," the sweet little girl giggled.
The boy straightened on the bed, watching with envy as I pulled the raven-haired girl back into the middle of his bedroom and helped her step out of the pants. Then she was kicking away her shoes and there was nothing between Donna and me except air-and my own clothes.
"I'll do it," she murmured.
She was opening my shirt and pulling it out of my pants. Then she was fiddling with the buckle until she figured it out. My pants gaped open and my prick was nursing the front of my shorts like a horse anxious to be let out of the barn. She jerked the shirt off and pulled my pants down. My obliging shorts came with them and everything piled up around my shoes.
It was curiously exciting to see her kneel before me as though I were a king. She worked my shoes off and then, as I rested first one hand and then the other on the glossy head for balance, she tuggled my shorts and pants and socks off. They were tossed into the growing heap.
I was naked. Donna was naked. We were both beautiful.
She came to me, arms held high, and they draped around my neck. I held her close and we rubbed stomachs as she nibbled all around my mouth. Then her breasts were mashing against my chest and I found it difficult to breathe. My cock was looking for breathing room, too, as it stiffly bumped across her lower belly and jammed between her legs.
She leaned back and looked down at it. "Hm, so big, Mr. White. Cherry, why didn't you tell me before?" Cherry shook her head. "How would I know?" "You mean you haven't seen it until now?' Cherry grinned. "Only when I peeked through the bathroom door, but that was months ago."
"Daddy shows me his all the time," Donna went on. "I guess that's why all this seems pretty natural to me."
John, Cherry and I looked at each other. "You mean at your house ..."
"Well, we're a close family. I guess we discovered what you're finding out right now a long time ago. Dad and Mom are real fun, especially when we all snuggle together." Donna smiled shyly.
Cherry sighed and tapped me on the shoulder. "Daddy, you'd better give Donna a lesson fast-or vice versa, Donna-because Mom could be walking in any minute."
Let her walk in, I thought as I knelt to thrust up into Donna's waiting crotch. Nobody and nothing was going to keep my from my appointed rounds.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Donna backed up until she came up against a low chest of drawers and they hit her right in the small of the back. When she got up on her toes and leaned back she was in perfect position for my thrust.
She stared down at my cock and it stared right back at her. The thing was already dripping, turning its usual darker color and throbbing like an excited puppy. The shank was long and tapering until the knob flared suddenly. It was a beautiful instrument of passion.
Donna spread her knees and I came against her, shoving my dick into her bush. "Go, Dad," Cherry breathed somewhere behind me. John also said something encouraging and I was struck by the bizarre scene. Dad fucking a neighbor girl in front of his children. Ah, life in the seventies.
Donna had her hands on my hips to guide me. She wasn't the least hesitant about what was going on. She was ready and unashamed, unembarrassed, a real now girl.
I angled my hips forward and the cock slipped into her outer lips easily. They were delightfully pink and moist, like the inside of a virginal cave that would surely yield undreamed-of treasure. I slid several inches into her young and nubile body and then I paused to look her in the eye.
"Is it all right?"
Donna sighed and kissed me on the mouth, tasting very fresh. "It's perfect, Mr. White. Cherry's so lucky to have such a groovy father."
I couldn't resist. "More groovy than your father?"
She batted her eyes and pursed her lips. "Golly, I don't want to sound disloyal. After all, I love my daddy, and my mom. I don't guess I'll tell you everything."
I settled for that and went back to work. I humped gently and my cock continued to slide into position until I at last felt my balls tapping against her thighs. She reached down around my legs and up under to feel them, too. I almost jumped out of my skin when she grasped them in her fingertips and rolled them this way and that, like they were marbles in a leather sack.
"Jesus," I breathed. "I might come at any moment."
"That's why we're here," Cherry giggled from behind me. John giggled, too.
"Haven't you children got anything better to do?" I snapped.
Apparently they didn't so I had to press on with my uninvited audience. Donna couldn't have cared less for all her attention was on me and the pleasure I was giving her. I had to love the kid for that She made an old man feel like a kid again.
She thrust her hips forward at an upward angle and rammed my cock all the way home. I was seated firmly in her, to the hilt, feeling my knob pressing against the very floor of her box. It was cozy, moist and warm, surely the way fucking was meant to be.
She humped again and I humped back. Then she grasped my shoulders hard and suddenly her feet were off the carpet. The nimble girl wrapped them around my waist, slipped once or twice and at last locked her ankles behind my back. She was strong and she squeezed my waist hard.
I gasped. "You're making me come, forcing the stuff right out of me."
"Terrific," she giggled.
We really went to work, pumping in ever increasing strokes until we'd set up a smooth rhythm. She began rolling her eyes and sweat dotted her forehead and upper hp. She kept licking her lips with a pink tongue. Even her breasts were moist and they slid up and down on my chest as she arched herself forward against my body.
She cried out and I could feel the muscles of her snatch grab my cock and try to pull it out by the roots. She had real muscles down there inside that thing and they were like a drowning man pulling at a life preserver. The suction went on in great hot waves that fanned all through her body until she was like a beet
Her head lolled for an instant and then snapped rigid as she came. I felt the hot moist stuff rolling from her and boiling around my knob. She was gasping and humping like a hound and emitting little moans and cries through it all. Time after time she came, digging her nails into my back with each spasm.
Then she fell back, her ankles still locked and when her head dropped against my shoulder it did not come back up.
I must say I came like a real gentleman. She'd had it and when I started to go off I froze my body. I was motionless except for the throbbing and squirting from my cock. I suppose my balls were dancing against her thighs, too, but, I wouldn't know about that.
It felt wonderful, so easy since I'd already broken the ice with Cherry. It was rare these days that I came more than once in twenty-four hours, but it was a cinch. I was as loaded as the first time and nobody can realize how young and optimistic this made me feel.
Anyhow, I proceeded to empty myself into her and she calmly laid her head against me through it all. She gurgled her pleasure and flexed her encircling thighs a few times to squeeze my dry, but she didn't go crazy and neither did I.
I came several times, pumping my sperm into the mass she'd laid on me. I could feel the stuff mingle and boil in a fertile mixture and I thanked the stars above for the pill. Surely she would have been pregnant in seconds with that stuff in her middle.
The tingle ran down to the roots of my toes and into my fingertips and-1 felt weak in the knees for a moment, but Donna locked her ankles more tightly behind me and squeezed so that my back stayed straight. Finally it was over and a great peacefulness fettled over us both.
We draped against each other for a couple of minutes, our clocks winding down, out bodies beginning to dry, our breathing slowly returning to normal. I loved this kid and I knew this couldn't be the last time I would have her. No, I knew she wouldn't want it to be a single shot, either.
"Bravo." That was Cherry behind me, always the wise-ass daughter.
"Golly, Dad." John boy was more respectful.
Donna's ankles unlocked and her aching legs thudded to the carpet I backed off but had to hold her waist for a few minutes so that she wouldn't crumple. She half-stood, shaking and weak in the knees. I felt strong and lightheaded, as though I could leap over tall buildings.
The others gathered around and we helped Donna. to the bed. I saw that John was still stiff as a rock in his nakedness. He wore only the T-shirt still and he looked rather ridiculous, but also very ready and effective.
Donna lay back on the opened bed and Cherry was hurrying back from the bathroom with a basin piled with damp towels. She had enough supplies to refresh the Chicago Bears at halftime.
She spread Donna's legs and wiped her crotch clean. She took a fresh towel and wiped the rest of her body and then she rubbed briskly, until Donna glowed clean and dry, her skin a fresh pink as though she'd just stepped from a half-hour bath.
Cherry tossed me a towel and I wiped my cock and balls. I felt foolish naked and so I slipped into mt shorts. Besides, my tired cock had dwindled to almost nothing and I didn't want to hear any snickers abouut that.
Meanwhile Cherry continued working on Donna. The spent girl lay on her belly, arms at her sides, feet straight out, and my daughter rubbed her briskly. I thought she'd finished the job properly enough, but she kept on. She rubbed all over Donna's back, neck and shoulders. Then she wiped her feet and worked up over her calves to the backs of her knees.
I began to get the point. She'd rubbed at each end and now she was working toward the middle, in the classic make-out maneuver. Hm, I wondered what we were seeing in the little drama unfolding before us.
Whatever it was, Donna was enjoying it. She lay quietly, her face turned toward John and me and she smiled up at me with the shared knowledge that we'd each gotten a damned good fuck.
Cherry pressed on, rubbing the towel over the backs of Donna's thighs in small circles and the skin puckered everywhere she touched as though the girl were being burned. The towel then went to Donna's ass and what an ass it was.
It stood up proudly, white and full of a glowing life. The cheeks were so plump and rounded and there wasn't a mark in sight. The curves were flawless and the deep crack in the middle looked as inviting as an oasis on the desert. Cherry was looking hard, too, and so was John.
John's cock was larger than ever and he stood by the side of the bed with the rest of us. He was plenty ready for another go and I didn't see where that was out of line. After all, he'd gotten the least satisfaction. Going off in one's pants can't be too much of a turn on.
But Cherry was having a good time, too, and I knew she wouldn't easily yield the floor. She was rubbing the towel around Donna's bottom, dipping it into the crack and then along the insides of her upper thighs. Donna was beginning to stir, occasionally shifting a leg or wiggling her fingers. Her smile was becoming fixed and brittle, as though something else was becoming more urgent.
I could hear her breathing more loudly as Cherry tossed the towel aside and shoved her fingers into the girl's lower back. John and I looked on as Cherry lowered her aim and her hand worked over the cheeks of the ass. As first the cheeks stiffened up and were firm but gradually they relaxed and broke down as Donna sighed and blinked. Her left leg had set up a steady pumping that she probably wasn't even aware of Cherry shifted to the backs of the girl's knees again and here she drew strong fingers in tiny circles that gradually traveled up the backs of the thighs. Higher they went until they brushed the bottom curves of Donna's cheeks again and the girl on the bed gasped. "Oh," she purred. "Golly." She was back to the baby talk stage. Weird.
John was nudging his sister now and Cherry shook her head. "Get lost, dear brother."
I cleared my throat. "This is a family activity Cherry. If John wants something special, you're obliged to be generous. After all, there's plenty for all."
"Then let him go get one of his own," she snapped at me, her voice cross. She was hot, too. I could tell from her heavy breathing that was caused by more than her physical labor. Her knockers seemed large than usual, too, and there might have been the star of a bit of dampness in the crotch of her jeans. Yes Cherry was available for anything.
She kept going, ignoring John and me. She was rubbing the insides of Donna's thighs now and the girl on the bed was steadily spreading her knees wider. Once or twice she lifted her hips and made a bridge of her body and the second time she did it Cherry swooped in.
As Donna lifted her hips from the mattress Cherry dipped her hands under at each side so that they came together right over her box. When Donna dropped she dropped on the waiting fingers and she let out a yelp of surprise and pleasure.
"My God!"
"Relax," Cherry purred. "After all, we're old buddies. Nobody's gonna get hurt"
Cherry wasn't lying. Nobody was to be hurt, but there was going to be plenty of other activity. John wanted in badly and again he nudged his sister. "Come on, Cher. Let's spread it around a little."
She smiled up at him as she held her hands under Donna's loins and the prone girl seemed to be trying to screw herself down on the thrusting fingers. I could only guess as to what was really going on on the dark side of that white behind.
"Relax, brother. I'm going to turn her over to you when the right time comes."
"I'd say that's now."
"I'd say cool it until I tell you."
She looked back to Donna and seemed to thrust hard. Donna yelped again and drew her knees together and up under her body so that she was kneeling, rump high, her forehead in the pillows. She was trembling and pinker than ever, from head to toe. What a lovely child!
Cherry gave her a little nudge at the hip and Donna fell to her side like a plunging tree. She bounced on the mattress and Cherry kept nudging until Donna had rolled to her back. She blinked and looked up at the circle of faces. Surprisingly, she started to laugh.
"Did I survive the operation, doctors?" she giggled, and again there was a hint of baby talk. We must have looked stern and professional from her viewing angle.
"Just lay quietly," Cherry purred as she leaned down and kissed the girl, on the mouth.
She held the kiss and Donna's arms snaked around her neck. I could imagine them Frenching the hell out of each other and from the way John was puffing I supposed he could, too. He was in danger of shooting in his pants all over again.
The two girls continued their marathon kiss but Cherry was busy again with her hands. She was rubbing Donna's breasts and then she was working down across her heaving belly and into her crotch.
"Come on," John whined. His prick was tracking them like a cruiser's cannon.
Cherry ignored him and wormed around in Donna's pussy to her heart's content. The dark-haired girl on the bed was gurgling and sucking as they kept their mouths pressed together in what looked like a permanent seal. I sighed and felt my cock wake up and begin to rise. Hell, I wasn't so old that I couldn't make another try at it, even though my aching bones were starting to protest.
Again Donna was making a bridge of her body, this time lifting her hips so that her bottom came up from the mattress. Cherry put one hand underneath her and I could guess that she was poking a finger up the girl's ass. There wasn't a hell of a lot more she could do with our guest, except put on a dildo and screw her herself. I sort of hoped that Cherry wasn't a dildo girl. I really wasn't fond of dykes.
John was going out of his mind by now and he really turned on the complaints. "Come on, you can't do anything more. Let me take over."
"Sure," Cherry snapped, "I prep her and you move in for the gravy. Balls to you, dear brother."
I felt I had to speak up again as the only senior member present "Cherry, if that's as shallow as this togetherness is then I think we'd better call it all off. You told me this was love in action but I think you're merely being greedy and carnal. This isn't love but lust and I can't allow that If we're really practicing familial and sharing love and tenderness, then you'll want to please your brother."
"Well..." she grumbled.
"It's got to be based on love, generosity and respect," I snapped, "or it's sick and I'm not going to stand by and let my family get sicker. Donna, get your clothes on and haul it out of here, pronto."
Donna began to wail and Cherry cut her off with a slap on her belly. "Shut up and let me think. I guess you're right, Dad. This is free love with the accent on the free. I should love John boy as much as I do you or Donna, right?"
"That's the spirit of giving," I agreed.
So Cherry fluttered her hands across Donna's torso one last time, patting her breasts, her belly and her box. As Donna spread her knees for more she looked up and smiled at John. "She's yours. Plunge it straight into the heart."
"Love you, Cherry," John whispered as he crawled on the bed. He managed to pat his sister's ass as she moved out of the way.
Then he was hanging over her with his cock ramming like a lance straight into to the black forest. He was right on and the knob caught with the first thrust. Donna shuddered and cried out, but she wasn't hurt or frightened-merely thrilled.
John settled down and Donna tensed and tried to lift her body. He worked his knees in and lifted himself, Donna coming up with him. They were one, pumping up and down in, an erratic but effective rhythm. They were too young and excited to do a smooth job but they made up for it with their lust and abundance of youthful energy.
John, of course, began coming almost at once. He was so loaded and I do believe he could have come by looking at a color photo of Suzanne Pleshett . Anyhow, he was shooting" and it was gushing out the sides of their union, soaking into the sheet.
I'd thought Donna would be slower than she was, but an instant later she was squealing and convulsing as strongly as she had with me.
Cherry and I grinned at each other as we watched their consummation. "Father, we seem to have started a a new family tradition."
I blew out my cheeks as I nodded. "Sure, but how will we be able to stop it? It can't go on forever."
"Why not?"
CHAPTER NINE
As it turned out, we were lucky for we'd finished our first round of jollies before the crisis appeared at the door.
We'd put our clothes back on and somehow they looked reasonably good. I'd been careful with my shirt and pants. Cherry was back in her jeans and T-shirt and her crotch looked dry enough. John had a shirt and fresh pants on. Donna had pawed the wrinkles from her skirt and her blouse hadn't been too badly mussed. The important thing was that we had our clothes back on and we'd gotten something to eat.
I was vaguely wondering if anybody except me had. put on any underwear. Probably not. Those two hot bitches wouldn't want a little thing like pants to stand between their pussies and our cocks.
We were all in the kitchen doing the dishes, feeling clean and wonderful for we'd cleaned ourselves with Cherry's supply of wet towels and wash clothes. The girls were giggling among themselves and generally behaving like high-school girls should. I was thankful that they hadn't emerged from our orgy like a pair of full-blown vamps, slinky and hot and rubbing their twats against everything they could reach.
But I was thankful too soon because as she stretched to put a dinner plate up on the shelf Donna rubbed her boobs across my back and her pussy came up against my hip. She left them there long enough to tell me it was no accident
An amazing thing happened. I got a rod-on at once, just like that. I was all ready to go again. Worse Cherry saw my indiscretion and she pointed. "Look at Dad. He's got another bone in his teeth."
"Cool it" I snapped.
But it was too late. The girls were on either side on me and as Cherry reached for my pouch Donna ran her finger along the crack of my ass. I quivered as though somebody had shot me in the gut with a twelve-gauge. Brother, I was hot. Right now I was hot and I was breathing like a spavined horse. John was also heating up and when they saw his rod thrusting against his zipper they were all over him.
They got him against the wall and I heard a hiss as the zipper surrendered. They must have had his cock out for he peered at me over their bent heads, pink in the face and smiling weakly.
"Golly, Dad, I'm gonna make it again ..."
As I said, we were lucky that this was as far as we'd gotten when -we heard the car. After all, we could have been sprawled naked all over the living room, smeared with come. As it was when I heard the slight whine of a brake I called out. They all froze and turned toward the sound.
"It's your mother, back from grandma's." I pointed at them. "Get it back together, kids, or heads will roll."
They helped John stuff his throbbing prick back in his pants and the girls brushed themselves. I inspected them and, except for a suspicious dampness in the pussy area of Cherry's skin-tight jeans, they looked okay. If only that kid wouldn't wear painted-on hip-huggers.
We went back to finishing the dishes and that's how we were when the side door opened and Peggy came in loaded with packages. There were greetings all around and my wife blew out her cheeks. "Whew," she exclaimed. "Too long a day. Hi, darling, Cherry, Johnny. Hello, Donna, nice to see you."
"Hi, Mrs. White," Donna breathed, looking even younger than her seventeen years and sounding like an infant. I knew now that she used her baby talk when it suited her needs.
John helped Peggy unload her things and I watched, hoping I didn't look as guilty as I felt. As always, Peggy looked damned good. My wife was something to be proud of for she looked much younger than her years. In fact, she would stack up against either one of the teenagers in the kitchen with her.
"Just finishing dinner?" she said with a smile.
She was blond, like our daughter, a little shorter man Cherry and only a little heavier, so that she had fuller breasts, more rounded hips and a waist that wasn't quite so tiny. But she looked great. No flab on the thighs or arms, great legs, a face that could light
Cincinnati and a mouth that she could use like an artist uses his brush ... I smiled at her.
"Just finishing up. We gave Donna a little something." I turned to the girl. "Will your folks wonder where you are?"
She shook her dark head. "Cherry invited me to stay the night and they said okay, if you didn't mind."
I shrugged expansively. "Why not, yes, Peg?"
Peggy frowned at her. "No homework?"
Cherry piped up, "We're going to study for a test together. Besides, it's a long weekend."
Peggy shrugged as she looked around. "All right I suppose you deserve a little fun. The kitchen looks spotless."
"We spent a lot of time out here," I said, looking at the others. Cherry was giving me a wicked smile and I wanted to wring her neck.
But there was another problem. I was still hot and so was John. For my part, I didn't want the party to end. No way. I knew the young people felt the same way and if they'd been harmed in any way by our orgy it didn't show. They looked as fresh as all outdoors and even Peggy noticed.
"My, you look like ail-American children. What in the world have you been up to?"
"Just loving one another, Mom," Cherry said blandly. "Love makes the world beautiful, you know."
My wife laughed and headed for the front of the house. "I'm going to get out of these things. These new shoes are killing my feet"
The instant she was gone the three kids crowded around me. "You're going to have to fix things, Dad," John blurted. "I got to have more."
"Don't be greedy," I snapped.
"You want more, too," Cherry accused me. "Sure you do," Donna agreed. I backed off. "All right, but what do you want me to do? I know it's been beautiful, but with Peggy here . . ."
"She is your wife, Father," Cherry said archly. "I should think you'd be able to bring her around. You know, heat her up enough ..."
"Careful, she's your mother ..."
"All the more reason to get her into the club, isn't it? After all, if our love is beautiful then it can't be complete without Mom. You wouldn't want to leave her out in the cold, Dad. That would be evil and cheating, if you ask me."
The other kids agreed with Cherry and I held up my hands. "All right, but I'll do it my own way. I don't want your mother to be turned into a pervert."
Donna came at me with surprising strength. "We're not perverts," she stammered crossly. "We're lovers, all of us. It doesn't matter what we do, just so everybody loves it and nobody gets hurt. Isn't that true, Mr. White?"
I sighed. "All right, but at least let me make the poor woman a drink before we tear off her arms and legs. You've got to realize your mother isn't the original swinger, especially after being with your grandmother. She's essentially a Victorian woman and, until now, I've loved her for it."
They piped down while I poured a couple of stiff whiskies and dropped in ice. I gave them a stern look as I left the kitchen. "Behave yourselves."
Cherry curtsied like a little snot and I wanted to go right over and screw the hell out of her. But I checked myself. Mustn't be an animal, father.
When I went into our bedroom Peggy had her shoes off and she was standing before the long mirror. She looked great in a white dress that was tight at her waist and cut in a teasing V at her breasts. It cupped her bottom well, too, and those naked nylon-clad feet were erotic as the devil.
"Well," she said with surprise as she saw the glasses in my hands. "I'm not a drinker but how did you know I just happen to crave one at this moment?"
"Three hours with your mother is a pretty good clue. How is she?"
"Oh, fine. Just lonesome, I suppose." She lifted her glass and we drank. She gulped surprisingly fast and then she licked her upper hp. "Sinfully good, honey."
I went to her and put down the glasses. Then I took her in my arms and planted a high hard one on her lips. She sort of melted against me and I got her mouth open so I could French her a good one. She drew back her face and laughed low in her throat in a sexy way she had.
"My, we have been lonesome, haven't we?"
I kissed her again and planted a hand on her bottom, pressing her box into my groin so that she'd have no trouble feeling my hard-on. Again she drew back.
"Heavens, Jack, I didn't know. I think we'll have to turn in early tonight."
She sat at her dressing table and finished her drink in a hurry. I replaced the empty glass with my almost-full one. Christ knew I didn't need any booze to heat up. She began to drink from my glass and I noticed the first sign of pink coming up out of the collar of her dress. Yes, sauce got to Peggy in a hurry ... always did. The only time she was ever indiscreet was when she'd had a couple too many. That was why she usually avoided the stuff.
But now she was tired, wondering about my prick and thirsty and down the hatch the booze went. "What have the kids been doing?" she asked, licking her lips and turning bright eyes on me. Something was cooking behind those eyes. Ah, that would make my job easier.
"You'll never believe it," I said in my crisp executive voice, "but they've been giving me lessons in love."
She laughed "happily, sharing my little joke. "I guess you'd better explain yourself, Jack White."
"I'm serious," I continued. "They believe that the family that really loves together, lets it all hang out, so to speak, is a very close family that can never be split up. I couldn't help comparing their attitudes to your folks and mine. Not very happy. Your mother a lonely divorcee, my parents living a cold life together because they don't want to embarrass themselves by splitting up. Not much love there."
Peggy nodded sadly as she finished the second glass of bourbon. Her eyes were just a little slack and they filled with tears until they were shiny. "You're right and they're right. We need to communicate in every way."
"But the kids are very physical about it. Very affectionate, you know? They're tactile-I don't like that word-and they pat and paw like puppies. It sounds a little gross, I suppose, but they really feel for each other. Cherry and John were very close while we were here and you were gone. Even Donna was one of the family."
Peggy straightened and stared me in the eye. "You mean they're only close when I'm not on the scene, is that it? I'm a dash of cold water in the world of love?" "Of course not..."
She was on her feet, annoyed and hurt. "I think we'd better have this out right now. Let's go downstairs and talk it over, with Donna too, if she's one of the family. I don't want to be blamed for keeping people apart."
"Honey, you don't understand ..."
"Like hell I don't." She glared at the empty glasses "I think I need another drink, for one thing."
"You've had enough."
"Come on," she said as she headed for the door in her bare feet. She went to the closet and slid her feet into white furry mules. Sexy as hell
"Let's go have a family heart-to-heart."
I intercepted her and tried to kiss her again but she tried to squirm away. She only succeeded in heating me up all the more with that nubile body inside tha clinging white dress. "Listen," I snapped, finally catching her wrists and pinning her arms behind her back. "Just listen. I'm only telling you what the kids said and did. We had some very unusual things happen while you were gone, but they had nothing to do with you. You can't rap with them unless you get rid of those ugly thoughts and make yourself willing to experience some new ideas and actions."
She stopped struggling and frowned. "I guess I'm half-drunk, honey, and I'm sorry. But I can't understand your double talk. What are you trying to tell me?"
I gulped and kissed her quietly, pushing my tongue between her lips again. Her arms went around my neck and she ground her belly against mine as she freed her mouth. "To hell with the kids. Let's stay up here."
"No. You've got to know it all. Come on, we'll go down now and talk it all out."
She unwrapped her arms reluctantly and let me lead her out into the hall. I had her by the hand as we started down the stairs.
Halfway down we stopped and peered into the front room. Peggy's rasping gasp startled the kids into instant stone and they watched us, only their eyes darting.
Peggy turned to me. "What is this? Is this the family love you tried to tell me about?"
I smiled weakly, feeling like a total fool. "Sort of." "I think it's disgusting."
She turned to go away, but I caught her arm. "At least hear them out."
She pointed an accusing finger into the bright room below. I had to follow her gaze and look on Cherry, who was seated on John's lap. Beside them was Donna and John had one of her breasts freed from the unbuttoned blouse. He held it in his hand like it was a grapefruit.
Cherry had John's T-shirt up to his armpits and she had her hands on his chest and belly.
I waited for the explosion from Peggy.
CHAPTER TEN
My wife stood thunderstruck on the stairs, her eyes actually bulging and her mouth open. She held her breath, I know, for her breasts weren't moving. Hell I'd tried to soften her up but a woman, at thirty seven, couldn't make a hundred-and-eighty-degree moral change just like that
"I don't believe my eyes," she stammered at last "This sort of thing is going on, right in my own house; It's sickening, that's what it is."
"Relax, honey," I muttered. "I tried to explain. You won't believe this, but it's brought us all together Even Cherry and John haven't had a fight all day."
"That's right I don't believe it," she snapped, turning to glare at me. "Do you mean to say you've been taking part in this ... this sex circus?"
I shrugged. "Sort of."
"Sort of? There's no such thing as 'sort of when it comes to sex. Did you sort of play games with these children, or didn't you?"
"All right," I snapped right back at her, unwilling to lie or apologize my way out of it. "I did, but it was good for me and it would be good for you, Peggy. You and I both know we haven't been making it with any real fire lately. Believe me, I've got a whole new outlook now. Why, you look as desirable to me at this moment as any woman I've ever met-including that pair at the bottom of the stairs."
She sneered. "How charming. My husband is as sexually attracted to me as he is to my daughter and her childish friend."
Donna was on her feet. "Look, Mrs. White, you've got the wrong idea about all this. It's not as bad as it looks."
She was at the bottom of the stairs, a pleading smile on her mouth, and Peggy looked as though she wanted to march down and throttle her. Then, to my amazement, she tried to do just that.
She bolted down the stairs and her hand whipped, slapping Donna smartly across the face. The young girl's head whipped in a mass of dark flying hair and she put her hands to her cheeks. As Peggy wound up to swing again she lashed out and her fist somehow found its way into my wife's stomach. Peggy doubled over and gasped for a moment before she looked up at her young adversary. There was a strange light in her eyes as she stared at Donna.
I raced down the stairs but my two kids were there to intercept me. "Hold it, Dad!" Cherry gasped. "Just hold it a minute. This might be just the thing to purge Mom. You know, to break the ice."
"Or break her jaw," I rasped. "I'm cutting this fight short right now."
"Cherry's right*" John blurted. "See the look on her face? When Donna hit her something snapped. Maybe it was her resistance. You know, some people have funny ways of showing they're ready. Funny things turn them on."
I stared at my son, the psychiatrist. He could talk pretty good for a teenager. I straightened up and they stopped holding me so tightly, but they still held on. The three of us stood on the bottom stair and watched to see if a drama with a happy ending would unfold.
Donna and Peggy were glaring at each other, their lips drawing back from their teeth like a couple of bitches in heat Yes, that was it! They looked as passionate as they did angry. Maybe the kids were right. Maybe something funny like this could turn on Peggy. I'd heard of stranger sex triggers.
The three of us sat down on the steps and continued our vigil. If things got out of hand I was going to step in. It could still be a hell of a fight and I didn't want any blood spilled.
Peggy stepped forward and lashed out again. She caught a handful of black hair and jerked Donna's head forward. She grabbed more hair and held on, swinging Donna's head back and forth as though the girl were a rag doll. She shook and cried out all the while.
"Little bitch, coming into my home and poisoning my family. Wait until I get through with you. There won't be a man on earth who will give you a second look."
She raced on but she was careless or else Donna was faster. It wasn't enough to merely shake Donna by the hair, although the younger girl seemed strangely passive. I got the idea she kind of liked the violence. It was almost like sex in that every second was a new thrill. Painful, sure, but also exciting.
At any rate, Donna abruptly went into action again. She used her free hands to reach up and grab at Peggy. She was right on target and she grasped my wife's breasts, one in each groping hand, and she really held on.
Peggy cried out in pain and shock and she let go of the brunette head of hair. She seemed, helpless as Donna dug into the bodice of the stylish white dress and backed Peggy across the living room. They marched on until Peggy's bottom ran into the back of a sofa and there she cowered, her hands to her face, as though hiding her eyes would make Donna go away.
"I'm moving in," I snapped.
"Wait, Dad," Cherry exclaimed. "See? Mom's not being hurt I think she's changing, turning on."
Donna was still holding onto those wonderful knockers that I knew so well. If she put a mark on them I'd kill the punk. But now Peggy didn't seem to be hurting so much. She still looked on starkly, but it seemed more like fascination than fear. Yes, something funny was happening.
Donna kept her grip, but she moved her hands some and Peggy was looking down at the clawing fingers and then into Donna's face. She could have kneed her, punched her or at least spit in her eye, but she didn't
Peggy stood there, her hips against the couch, her box thrust forward, and she let Donna keep grabbing at her tits. Already the white dress was splitting at the seams under her arms. It was cut too tightly to take any violence for long.
"See, Mrs. White?" Donna was purring, her face close to Peggy's. "We're communicating, aren't we? You can't admit it yet, but you will. You'll love it. You're beginning to like it already."
Peggy shook her head like a robot
"Yes you are."
"Don't be afraid, Mom," John called. We were a real cheering section, we were.
Peggy rolled her eyes at us as Donna worked on. The kid was- massaging the knockers now, not clawing. She was kneading as though they were fresh dough. Incredibly, they were expanding in the same way, rising and fining. Peggy couldn't seem to believe her eyes, either, and-I was willing to bet-she couldn't understand the strange sensations rippling through her body.
Donna moved closer and she no longer worn d about defending herself. I muttered, "Okay, so she's calmed down, but I can't let that kid ..."
"It's all right, Dad," Cherry murmured, awe in her voice.
"She's another woman, for Christ's sake!"
"That's all right. Believe me, it's okay to be AC-DC these days. Almost all the kids at school are. It's part of the same pattern. It doesn't matter who you get your kicks from, as long as you can love them and they can love back."
I licked my lips. "Like you and Donna?"
She smiled knowingly. "Sure, once in a while. You don't think we just study up in my room three nights a week, do you?"
"I had some insanely naive idea that was what you were doing, yes." Cherry shook her head at John. "Grown-ups." He wasn't paying any attention to us. He was watching the arena and the gladiators, who were in reality through fighting. Peggy was making feeble attempts to get the girl off of her, but it was no good.
Now Donna was reaching for the zipper of my wife's V neck and then she pulled it down with a hard jerk. The dress opened all the way to her waist and the filled pink bra cups leaped out like a couple of excited kittens. They were lovely in their excited state, heaving up and down, larger than normal, the nipples trying to burst through the pink.
I blew out my cheeks and made some small sound that Cherry heard. Casually, she draped her arm over my thigh as we sat and her hand dangled between my legs. Gently she flicked a finger and it snapped against my pouch. I began to respond right away, of course. My body was like a knife that had been honed to a fine edge and any little thing could trigger me for sexual action.
John watched the drama in the living room and then he saw Cherry, who was seated between us, giving me some small attention. He pouted until Cherry took his hand and draped it over her leg. His hand hung down in front of her spread crotch-she still had on the slightly soiled but very tight jeans-and we could see the outline of her pussy. He flicked at it once or twice and she jumped a little bit, "That stings," she murmured. "Shhh," I warned, looking back to Peggy and Donna. Donna was peeling the dress over Peggy's shoulders. They looked startlingly white as the dress came down to her waist. For a brief instant Peggy tried to fight back once more, but her arms were trapped in the dress and when Donna dug into those knockers again she surrendered.
Donna leaned forward and the two women looked each other in the eye. "I love you, Mrs. White," she purred.
"You little bitch," Peggy snorted. "I don't know what's happening to me, but if I recover my senses I'm going to throw you out and call your parents."
"Sure you are, Mrs. White," Donna purred like a shrink soothing an upset patient. "We'll talk about that later, when you've gotten your first treatment."
She smiled with a genuine warmth. "But I really do love you and I'm going to make you love me."
The drama continued as Donna took Peggy in her arms and kissed her. I could see the young girl's mouth working and imagined that she had her tongue in action. It was exciting and Cherry's hand was adding to the thrills as she laid it gently over my pouch
Then, still holding the kiss, Donna had the dress down over Peggy's arms and she was working it over her hips. Soon it was at her feet and Donna stepped back to help her out of it altogether. Donna carefully folded it, murmuring things about what a pretty dress it was, before she turned back to my wife.
Peggy looked awfully good in her bra, panties and mules. Nothing else except that tumble of blond hair and that classic profile. Her figure was as good as the kids'. She was heavier, as I said earlier, but the weight had gone to the right places-to her knockers and to her hips to round off those sharp angles.
Donna was hugging her and we could see her fingers working on the bra until she had it open and then she was lifting it away. God, but those were beautiful tits. I was a fool for not making Peggy when we were up in the bedroom, before I brought her down to this mess.
Her breasts were somehow tanned and the nipples were a deep brown, so that her boobs had a vaguely Polynesian look. It was very exciting and I could imagine my wife with a swinging hula skirt and a flower behind her ear.
Donna was kissing Peggy again and her kisses drifted down until they Were on her breasts. My wife kept waving her arms in the air, still going through the vague motions of protecting herself, but Donna merely brushed them aside when they got in her way.
Cherry was beating out a little rhythm on my crotch and I was growing ever harder. She was feeling around on my knob as it pressed against my fly and, on the other side, John was tapping her slit, which was so close as it was pressed into her painted-on jeans.
"Everybody gets his kicks," Cherry giggled. I shushed her. "Don't interrupt." "Right," John agreed. He was having a good time and we could see him all hardened and ready to hump once more. I'd kill myself trying to keep up with that boy.
Donna was sucking on my wife's nipples. It sounds sick as hell to put it that way, but when it was happening it didn't look sick. It was exciting, all right, and I wanted to run down there and fuck one of them on the spot. As she kissed the nipples there were small murmurs of satisfaction from the audience, what was happening was what everybody wanted to happen. Peggy would soon be one of us.
This gave me a glow, for I wanted her included. If she wouldn't play, I would never feel right about playing myself. But she was playing. As Donna sucked on first one distended nipple and then the other, she rested her hands on the black ironed hair of the young girl. Gently, she was almost guiding the face back and forth and presently she was trying to lead the lovemaking, telling Donna what she wanted done next
Donna was responding to my wife's gentle urging? I saw Peggy's lips move and Donna nodded. She dropped her hands to her waist and then she was rolling the pink pants over Peggy's thighs. She kept on rolling and soon she had them down to the middle of her crotch.
It was incredibly exciting seeing that blond bush half in and half out. God, how I wanted to dash in and rip the silken stuff from her body! But Cherry wasn't so dumb. She knew I'd be worked up from watching her mother get seduced by somebody. That was why she'd frozen me by her side by horsing around with my cock and balls while we watched the formal party.
Cherry lurched once in a while when John would get in a particularly telling shot. She was plenty excited and that good old dark stain was reappearing and growing in the center of her jeans' crotch. Yes. she pumped the old fluid in a big hurry when anybody messed with her. John was looking down at her fly, too, and he was giggling.
"Shut up," she hissed at her brother. "You're breaking the mood."
The pants came all the way off as Donna rolled them to Peggy's knees and then helped my wife lift first one leg and then the other to step out of them. They joined the white dress in the corner of the couch. The bra had slipped to the carpet where it lay as a symbol of sex, really. There was something about those empty cups. Like twin holsters from which the owner had drawn his forty-fours for action. Peggy's tits were also out for action.
Except for the sexy furry mules, Peggy was naked. She waited, still murmuring. Donna nodded in response to something and Peggy quickly unbuttoned her blouse. She had it off in a flash and there was nothing underneath it except Donna's naked breasts. They were lovely as her black hair flowed down over their tops. So white after Peggy's bronzed pair, the nipples a fresh young pink. I was puckering up in anticipation.
Peggy didn't mess around. She immediately went to the brunette's hip and slid the zipper. The skirt peeled over her belly and slid down. No pants. Peggy shook her head as she said, loudly enough for us to hear, "Doesn't anybody except me wear anything under her dress anymore?"
Donna laughed lightly, but it was a trembling laugh, for Peggy had taken charge. She was the strong one. They were both hot and ready, but Peggy was calling the turn, on the attack, calling the shots for the younger girl to follow. Good. That was more normal.
Cherry kept fiddling around my fly and before I realized what was going on she was trying to open my zipper. John boy was doing the same thing to her; in fact, he was already stuffing his fingers inside her fly and I could see the blond hairs curling around them.
Cherry was squirming and making small guttural sounds in her throat as she wiggled.
"Sit still," I snapped. "Don't break the mood."
"When I have an orgasm, dear father, anybody else's mood doesn't mean a damned thing to me."
I knew what she meant because I'd be going off if she didn't quit her messing. I wanted to take her by the wrist and remove her hand, but the sensation was too exciting. So I let her open my fly and reach inside.
Peggy was moving right along. She'd gotten Donna's skirt all the way off and then she was kicking off the mules. Donna was leaping out of her own shoes and they faced each other naked. They were like beautiful bookends, one blond and the other brunette.
"Gorgeous," Cherry breathed.
"Out of sight," John agreed.
"Agh!" was my comment, because Cherry had me on the brink of shooting my wad all over her hand.
In the parlor the two women touched each other on the shoulders and then Peggy was issuing another quiet command. Donna nodded eagerly and she dropped to her knees and kissed my wife right in the center of her cunt.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Peggy shuddered and lifted her chin towards the ceiling. She wasn't seeing or hearing any of us. She wasn't playing to any grandstand. It had been a while since she and I had made it together and I had an idea how uptight she was. She'd stored quite a bit of power in her crotch and it needed release. Donna was about to accommodate her.
Donna kissed her again and my wife directed the dark head as it buried its face in her crotch. The knees spread and then closed around the ears, locking the pretty young face in place. I vaguely hoped the child wouldn't drown in the juices that would soon flow.
At that instant I was ready to go off and, turning, I looked Cherry right in the eye. "If you want me to come, all right, but doing it this way seems like a hell of a waste of jizz. I'm not good for an orgasm every hour on the hour like that kid powerhouse on the other side of you is. So you'd better lay off or you'll lay me out."
Cherry gave me the sweetest smile this side of heaven as she purred, "Fuck you, Father."
And, by golly, she' did. She had my cock out and then she was pulling away from the complaining John. She jerked at her jeans until they were down to her knees and that blond forest was dripping on my thighs. She shoved me down on the steps and even though one or two of the steps caught me in painful places, she got me out fairly flat. Then she was throwing a leg over me and sitting on my middle as though I were a horse.
"Cherry ... for Christ's sake. . . !"
"Father, kindly shut up," she ordered. "John, you just watch the main event on the living room floor, if you please. Father and daughter would like a little privacy."
"Up yours," John snapped, and he kept dividing his eyes from one scene of action to the other. He was the only one being left out in the cold and I suppose he had a right to be a little sullen.
"You'll get yours, son," I said in a comforting voice. "Just give us a little while ... Cherry ... take it easy!"
Cherry wasn't taking it easy. She was taking it any way she could get it. She was riding me as though I were a bronc and slipping down my belly until my upright cock came up against her bottom. Lord but that was a wonderful sensation as the crack of her ass came right over my shaft I felt the head dig in and hold her from sliding any farther down.
She humped up and cleared enough room between us so that my prick was free. She was up on her knees, a hand on each of my shoulders. Then she centered herself and came down on my knob. She was good, I'll give the girl credit for that. She hit herself dead center and I sank my shaft into her, almost halfway in the first thrust. "Good girl," I breathed.
"Of course," she agreed. "Isn't it a shame we didn't know about this fun three years ago?"
"Lots of time left," I assured her. "You're still just a punk kid."
"I'll get better ... and you're still young enough to have lots of tunes left in your fiddle."
I chuckled but cut it short as she came down hard and my prick went all the way up into her cunt. I must have been halfway through her stomach, I felt so deep and she purred with female happiness.
""God, you're bigger than before. Daddy, I do believe you have supernatural powers. You gather strength from others as you go, like a vampire."
I merely grunted as she began to flex her knees and thighs and pump herself up and down. Incredible as it may sound, I came before she did. She'd hardly pumped a half-dozen times before the bells were jangling all through my body. Then all hell broke loose and I tried to pour everything that wasn't fastened down out through the head of my dick. Some of the stuff that was fastened down went along with it.
Cherry grinned at the emotions playing across my twisting face and then she wasn't seeing anything for a couple of minutes. She was joining me, convulsing, sucking me even deeper into her womb and then trying to blast me out again with her own orgasm.
Our juices boiled like a Niagara whirlpool, churning, seeing, ripping, spilling out of the seal and all over the edge of the step on which my butt was lodged. We bucked and jerked, me the horse and she the rider, for a couple of minutes more before I ran out of gas. I had the feeling she could have kept it up for another go, but I sagged and she accepted that with a whimper of sympathy and contentment.
"Nice Daddy."
"Powerful daughter."
She kissed me gently on the mouth, like a little girl on her way off to Sunday school. John was hovering over us, his eyes wide. Cherry looked over her shoulder at him.
"Get lost, sonny."
"Fuck you."
"Somebody already has." She sniffed. "How's Mom doing with Donna?"
"Great. Donna's having her dessert, if you want to catch the action."
Cherry and I began to scramble, she hopping off me and jerking at her half-masted jeans. I sat up and stuffed my softening prick back inside and tugged at my zipper. Soon we were back in order and settling down on the step, our eyes glued on the living-room arena.
Donna was indeed eating it up. We could hear the slurping as she nuzzled her gorgeous cafe into Peggy's wide-open crotch. The knees were still locked over the young brunette's ears and that face was out of sight. Peggy held her hands at the back of Donna's head to make certain she was always going exactly where she wanted her to go.
Then Peggy began to tear lose, to lose control, to lapse into an uncontrolled orgasm. I was certain it would be a thing to behold because, as I explained, it had been some time since she'd ripped one off.
She ripped now, her knees sagging so that Donna's face was loose. But Donna wasn't going anywhere and she drove herself back into the pussy, mouth and nose between the pink lips, and she sucked on.
Peggy was staring up at the ceiling, the cords in her neck straining. She then squeezed her eyes shut and opened them again. I could see the shine of her forehead and upper lip as she sucked in great breaths of air, her tits pumping. The final orgasm hit her and she fell back, separating herself from Donna in the last instant to writhe on the carpet, her hands clutching her belly. As she rolled on her back from side to side Donna was kneeling over her again, her damp black hair streaming down.
Then Donna was all over her again, her head ramming into that cunt and slurping its final slurp as Peggy boiled and shuddered in alternating waves of hot and cold. She was really letting it all go and I knew she'd be spent when it was over. I just hoped she'd recover in time to have a little fun with somebody else-somebody like me.
At last Peggy had had it and she gasped her last and passed out right before our eyes. John, Cherry and I were out of our grandstand seats and rushing onto the playing field. Donna sat up and leaned back on her sturdy thighs, her face shining as she wiped at it
Cherry, always the little nurse, ran into the kitchen and returned with wet towels and washcloths. Donna took one and worked on herself as Cherry and I cleaned up Peggy. Her eyes fluttered after a couple of minutes and then she was smiling up at me.
"Jack?"
"Hi, baby."
"God, did I do what I think I did?"
"You were beautiful."
In the background the unhappy John sniffed. He'd been left out of everything in that round. "It was a rip-off for me," he muttered. "Come on, I want some fun."
Cherry snapped at him as Peggy at last struggled to sit up. She seemed pretty dizzy for a minute or two more, but the cold and dripping towel around her head helped. She emerged blinking, her blond hair somewhat mussed. But she glowed with aroused sexual beauty and I'd never seen her more desirable.
Meanwhile, Donna, who had worked so hard to bring Peggy into the fold, was pleased with herself. She'd succeeded wonderfully and we all congratulated her.
"How long has this been going on?" Peggy wanted to know as John brought her a small glass of whisky from the kitchen. I'd sent him for it, sure that it would bring more life into her spent body. She sipped from the glass and made a face. "Tastes terrible, but does wonderful things."
"Since this afternoon," Cherry said, leaning back on her thighs, as was Donna. "I guess it happened when Daddy caught Norman and me in the kitchen. We were ... well, fucking ... and later he got all hot and bothered when he lectured me about it. Dad ended up in my bed and that was that. Pretty soon Donna and John were here and the variations started."
"Speaking of variations," the dark-haired Donna blurted, "I guess everybody got their kicks that last time around-except for John. I loved eating Mrs. White, but there was really no final thrill in it for me."
Peggy turned to her young son. "You hear that, John? Donna's not satiated, you're unhappy. Perhaps you can make beautiful music together."
John shrugged and suddenly looked sheepish. "I feel kind of funny with such a crowd around."
"You want everybody out?" I asked.
Donna shook her dark head. "I like to have an audience. I really think I perform better."
"Let's hear it for the performance," Cherry cooed.
Peggy whispered something into John's ear and he nodded. Then he was crawling to the naked Donna's side and he opened his fly. The long heavy cock lanced out into the room and everybody gasped and ahed properly. Donna put her hand on it and John gulped as he squeezed his eyes shut.
He got to his knees and she lost his cock for a moment. Then he was pushing the girl to her back, fully out on the carpet. He spread her knees and got his face down between them. Just before he went to work he looked up the length of her body to her face.
"Mom wants me to give you the same as you gave her. She'd do it herself but, for now, she says I got more steam than she has and she hopes you don't think she's not grateful."
Donna nodded properly as she looked back down her body at him. "I understand and please thank your mother."
My, such manners! They were like kids in a school play. This wasn't school, but it was play, play that took everything the actors had to offer.
John nodded and his head went down. It didn't take long and we spectators arranged ourselves around a writhing couple as they turned to. Donna managed to grope around until she found John's hanging luggage and she got balls in one hand and cock in the other. She was stroking him as he was eating her.
I caught delightful glimpses of pink pussy as his head rolled this way and that. His slurping was noisy but it sounded good enough. Perhaps when the boy was more experienced his table manners would improve.
As it was, he did all right. Donna was purring and moaning and crying out as little shocks zipped into her vitals. He was effective and that was what counted. Soon his lacing tongue had darted up into he enough times that she was able to plant her heels on the carpet and make a bridge of her body. Her hips came up several inches and John helped himself to the food, drinking and eating her dry until she juiced up again when her flow increased.
At last she gave her all, a final terrible writhing that left her crumpled and moaning. But through it all she was whispering endearments to her lover, thanking him, telling him how much she was enjoying it. A terrible enjoyment, but many terrible things were beautiful. I knew that sex was one of these things.
John sat back and cleaned his face on a towel as the others tidied up Donna. Soon she was sitting up still panting, her knockers still swollen out of proportion to the rest of her body. It was an incredible sight
"Know something?" Cherry murmured as we sprawled all over the living-room floor.
"What, darling?" Peggy said to her daughter.
"John's still being ripped-off."
"You know it," John complained. "Everybody's been getting their gun except me. When do I collect?"
"Now," Peggy said and, although we couldn't have been more intimate, I was rather shocked. "You're going to get what you've got coming to you."
It was mind-boggling. A mother playing with her own son. What the hell, no more boggling than a father-daughter relationship. I sat back with interest to watch, and the girls sat back with me. We leaned against the couch and Donna and Cherry each draped a hand over my thighs.
Peggy crawled to the panting John and at once she wrapped her arms around the boy's thin shoulders and kissed him. It didn't seem any different from a thousand other kisses I'd seen him get from his mother, except that this time her hand was playing with his cock and balls during the kiss. Ah, yes, that was an added fillip.
Soon John was rolling back and Peggy was on her knees over him, naked, of course, her breasts hanging beautifully like ripe heavy fruit from a tree. Her bottom was toward us and we could count the blond hairs curling out from the base of her ass, right where it almost joined the lower lips of her beautiful snatch.
He was on his back and she was kneeling over him in what had, by now, become the classic position in the White household. Her golden head went down between his knees and we could watch her pursed lips pecking up the insides of his thighs. It was incredibly exciting.
Cherry must have thought so too because her draping fingers impulsively sought out my cock and held on hard, biting into me with her nails whenever the mother-son lovers did something that particularly turned her on. On my other side, Donna, still pretty spent, was content playing with herself. Idly her little fingers traced circles around the rim of her cunt and when the thing began to gentle oozing again I knew she wasn't through for the night.
In a few minutes Peggy's mouth was up to John's crotch and he was groaning and humping up as he urged her along. She caught the loose skin of a ball in her teeth and nibbled until he cried out.
"That hurts!"
"You love it, son. Admit it."
"All right, but it hurts. Come on, Mom, suck me be fore I blast off all over the top of your head."
"We can't have an accident like that," she purred God, how quickly my own wife had joined in and be come a sex leader in our gamy little group.
So she moved her lips up a few inches and the did went inside. She hardly had to pump her beautiful face more than a few times before John boy was blasting her back, filling her cheeks with come which she gulped as fast as she could. He kept it up until the seed ran down between her breasts and puddled on her belly.
As they gasped for air, fighting to recover their strength, I shook my head. How long could this go on before we were all dead? Suppose they came and found us like this?
CHAPTER TWELVE
We all knew Virginia Spelling, of course. Our next-door neighbor had found the going rough lately and we were sorry for her.
Virginia was in her early thirties and she had red hair and green eyes and skin that was so fair that she exploded into a mass of auburn freckles if she spent more than fifteen minutes in the sun.
She and Peggy were good friends and we had all been pretty close when Danny was around. The trouble was that Danny hadn't been around much lately. He'd run out on his wife and, for all we knew, he was off on another one of his toots. Oh, he'd come back. He always did. But in the meantime it was rough on Virginia.
When he was gone Virginia usually turned to the bottle for company and his was too bad, because she needed to put on some pounds where they'd do her some good. Peggy kept telling me that Virginia had a very stylish figure, but I think she was much too skinny for her six feet. Yes, Virginia is a six-footer and a sometimes fashion model, if the photographers want a bony, sophisticated look without much meat in the middle.
Anyhow, we were aware that Danny was gone again and we knew that Virginia was sitting home, red-eyed, having a few before dinner every night, if she ever got around to dinner at all.
So we, weren't really surprised at what happened.
We were still in the front room, sprawled all over the furniture and the floor. Peggy and Donna were still stark naked, John had lost his pants somewhere and Cherry was running around bare from the waist up. The way her jeans were clinging I was certain she'd be naked from the knees up at any moment.
I was tired, but somehow feeling great. Like a Boy Scout who's knocked himself out on an all-day hike, but earned himself a merit badge in the process. They looked at me and I realized I'd been mumbling something.
"What say, Dad?" Cherry asked. I looked at her bare boobs, but nothing perked up between my legs. Sure, she looked as great as ever, but I was after all only a man-and a man of forty at that
"I said I've had it. I want to climb into bed and ..."
"Yes?" Peggy asked in an eager voice.
I shook my head at her. "Sleep for a week. Sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but your old father has reached the end of his rope."
"Nonsense, darling," Peggy said and she crawled over to where I was sprawled on the couch. She was on her hands and knees and, I suppose, that made her feel more feline. At any rate, she rested her chin on my knees and looked up into my eyes. Slowly, her gaze drifted down my body until she was peering into my crotch. "Wake up, soldier." "Soldier has surrendered."
She ran her hand inside my right thigh, straight up to my crotch. My soft luggage fell into her palm and she began rolling my balls around. Now usually this sends me right through the ceiling, because I'm a ball man, but my sac was empty, and that was that.
Or was it?
She tweaked the end of my pecker and somewhere something deep inside my gut threw a little switch and a circuit closed. I felt the tingle and after a minute the power traveled down to my cock and, with agonizing slowness, it began to nod and stir, lifting its head.
There was scattered applause. "Don't be fooled," I moaned. "It isn't good for anything." "Bosh," said Peggy. "I'm telling you ..."
We froze at the sound. Somebody was at the front door. Peggy looked down at herself and then she looked around. "Cherry, get your T-shirt on and see who it is. Get rid of them."
Cherry threw out her hands and her knockers bobbed. Yes, my darling daughter, get rid of them. "But why don't we just sit tight? Maybe they'll just go away."
Peggy shook her golden head. "No, they know somebody's home. The place is lighted like a public square Christmas tree. Just be nice but send them away."
She pulled a long face but she caught the wrinkled T-shirt that John boy tossed across the room. She wiggled into it and my cock stirred again at the sight of that writhing young body. She got up and looked around.
"No fair starting anything new without me."
I shook my head. "I told you, I'm finished. As for the others ..."
"And I repeat, bosh," Peggy snapped at me. "I'll prove you've got some life left. Come over here."
While we were arguing the door opened and closed and in a second Cherry came racing back into the living room. "Mom, Dad, it's Mrs. Spelling."
"You've got your orders," I exclaimed. "Get rid of the lady, neighbor or not."
"Mom?" Cherry turned to her mother and a look passed between them. Nobody in the world is closer together than mother and daughter. Their minds work as one, they scheme together and they communicate without a word being spoken.
Peggy's eyes lighted up and she shot a glance at me. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Cherry nodded and her nipples shook inside the T-shirt "I sure am. A test for Daddy."
I frowned and waited. Thus far, all of the testing had been loads of fun and I wasn't going to knock whatever they had on their evil little minds until I'd heard them out.
Peggy tapped me on the knee. "Jack, let's see if you're really the man you once were. See if you can make it with Virginia. God, if you can go one more time you'll be the most virile middle-aged man on the block."
I jerked a thumb toward my chest. "Me and Virginia?" I shook my head. "That's crazy. She never played around before."
"All the more reason for you to win a gold star if you can make out. She's a dear person and she deserves some love right now. You know, with Danny off somewhere and all."
"And all," I repeated. "She's probably plastered."
Cherry was shaking her head. "Keep your voices down. I left her in the entry and she looks terrific. Sober and all gussied up."
Peggy turned to John and Donna. "All right, children, let's go get some clothing on. Cherry, show the lady in and, Jack, let's see if you're as powerful as you once were."
I was weary, but I was also anxious to accept the challenge. What the hell, Virginia deserved a good time, if I could take care of her. Besides, maybe she wasn't really all that skinny. Six feet of redhead sounded interesting, especially with the green eyes. Sober green eyes.
The others fled upstairs with their ragged clothes to straighten themselves up and Cherry vanished into the entry hall. I sat up straight and looked down at myself. All in order.
Then Virginia Spelling walked in and something hit me. She looked gorgeous, all pretty in a sparkling green dress crusted with some sort of fake stones that matched her eyes. And her eyes were clear. God damn, if she didn't have a figure, too. I guess she usually dressed like a floppy tramp around the house.
I staggered to my feet. "Virginia, you look wonderful We thought that, with Danny gone ..."
She nodded and her copper hair brushed over her cheek like very old gold. "That I would be halfway through a bottle before the sun got over the yardarm. Not today, thank goodness. I had a job all day." She gestured towards her gleaming party dress mid long string of beads. "Selling furniture for a special color magazine spread. The only trouble was that the photographer wore me out. He kept chasing me around the studio. He wanted more from me than my picture."
I only stared, wondering what the hell to say. "I'm sorry, but I'm also glad you're busy. Best medicine in the world."
Virginia smiled at me and something began to melt in my chest. At the same time something hardened in my groin. "Where's Peggy and the kids? I thought we might have a real family-style chat. Somehow I don't feel like going over to an empty house. You know what I mean."
I went to her and, in a brotherly way, put my arm around her shoulder. "Sure I do. Wonderful that you came over. Peggy and the kids will be down in a minute. They're upstairs changing. Been working in the yard ever since dinner. Messy things like pulling weeds and transplanting."
Cherry meanwhile was in the room and I looked around Virginia-I couldn't look over that six feet-at my daughter. "Go tell your mother to hurry." Silently I moved my lips at her so that Virginia couldn't see. Fifteen minutes, I mouthed.
Cherry grinned. "Okay, Dad. Sure glad you came by, Mrs. Spelling."
Virginia smiled after her and then she looked at me, deftly easing herself out from my protective arm. "Lovely girl, Jack. She's growing up and what a figure she's going to have. Soon she'll start getting interested in boys-if she isn't already.''
I nodded. "I suspect she may already be interested. She's beginning to ask about, well ... sex and stuff like that. You know how teen-aged girls are."
She smiled at me and I felt myself drowning in those eyes. But I had to be tough romantic, not merely romantic. The others were depending on me to make Virginia come across. If I couldn't they might toss me out of the club. Hm. How the hell was I going to start?
"Virginia, that's a wonderful dress. If you don't mind my saying so, it really makes you look as though you have a terrific figure." A wild shot in the dark, but it had an outside chance. Virginia, being a fashion model, had to be more vain about her looks than most women.
I must say I stopped her in mid-smile. It froze on her face and then faded to an uncertain twitch. "Why, thanks, Jack, but I'm not sure what you mean."
I led her to the couch and we sat as though to wait for the rest of the family. "You know, I've seen you around for months now and you never looked like this. You've got to admit that a T-shirt and jeans show off a woman's figure pretty good and, well ... you just haven't had before what you've got tonight."
I gave her a knowing wink and she puffed up pretty good. Those knockers came alive and pressed toward me. "You mean you think I'm wearing ... padding? Falsies and things like that?"
"I really wouldn't know, would I? But I've heard of not only falsies but stuff like hip padding and even fanny pads. Naturally Peggy doesn't need any of those things, but I always figured you could use help. The designer of that dress deserves a medal."
She puffed up even more, but then she tried to return to being the sweet neighbor she was. "Jack, I didn't know I was being watched so closely, but I assure you that this dress isn't padded. You simply never saw me in anything decent. You also haven't seen me since I've added fifteen pounds. I went on a crash weight-gaining diet: milk shakes and avocados every day for two weeks. All of the pounds showed up right on schedule and, according to my photographer friend, in all the right places."
I had her on the defensive and so I had to keep on the attack. "It makes a good story, anyhow."
She shrugged and some of the extra fifteen pounds jiggled into action. "What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
My slow smile gave her the answer and Virginia flushed like a schoolgirl. For a model she really was Victorian and nobody-including her photographer-had ever caught her in a weak moment. A blush like that had to be for real.
"Jack! I declare, I hope Peggy gets down here soon. You're really playing tricks on me."
I shrugged and looked at my fingernails. "Okay, but seeing is believing."
She sat in silence for a couple of minutes and I could feel the heat from her slow burn. She clenched her fingers and stared somewhere toward the far wall, her eyes just below the ceiling. She chewed her lower lip and her cheeks got more and more pink. A little vein began throbbing on the side of her throat.
At last she looked straight in my face, her eyes full of challenge. "What about Peggy and the children?"
"Frankly, Peggy was still in the tub when you got here and the kids were upstairs studying. I told them not to come down until their mother was ready, and you know Peggy. She'll be at her dressing table for at least thirty minutes. Even for a neighbor who has seen her in good times and bad."
"So nobody will walk in on us?"
I shook my head. "Would I be suggesting this if I thought there was a chance? After all, I'd be the one to catch hell, Virginia. Peggy and I have a good marriage, remember."
She nodded, but suspicion lurked in her eyes. "I still wonder if it's a trick."
"All right," I exclaimed, getting up. "Forget it. I just happen to believe they've gotten you up like a trickily wrapped box of fancy candy, that's all. You can't tell what's inside until you remove the wrapper. But don't let me embarrass you, string bean."
Christ but that frosted her and her vanity came charging to the rescue. "All right, Jack White, I'm not going to sit here and be insulted. I certainly don't want to expose myself to you but I have a professional reputation to uphold and prove. If I thought for one minute you'd be running around town saying fashion model Virginia Spelling wore falsies I'd be ruined."
I smiled like a choir boy. "I just might. All the guys at work keep asking about you. So far, I've had to tell them' I've seen no evidence of a real figure."
I sat down as she got up and she towered over me. God but I love tall women and she was the tallest on the block. She put her hands on her hips as she leaned way over. The beads were dangling in my lap and the V neck of gown was gaping open.
"All right, take a look," she demanded.
I swallowed and looked. I could see the swelling tops of her breasts and by putting two together I could figure what had to come below. Yes, she'd used her fifteen pounds with the skill of an expert. I could imagine her doing those knocker-expanding exercises in her bedroom every morning and night. The white tops were lovely curves and I could make them out halfway down to her nipples.
"Well?" She straightened and kept her fists on her hips.
"Well, what? What the hell was that? I didn't see a thing except the very tops. They probably put you in one of those wired things that pushes everything you've got-or haven't got-all the way up to your chin. Suppose to make a ninety-seven-pound weakling look stacked. I'll bet those bra wires are uncomfortable as the devil."
I was talking like a prick and hurting her feelings, calling her a liar and shooting down her self-confidence, but I intended to prop her up again. When she got through with the White family orgy Virginia would know she was one of the neighborhood's Beautiful People.
"Exactly what must I do to prove myself? she snapped, flushing like a two-bit toilet. She knew, all right, but she wanted me to tell her.
"Give me a good look," I demanded. "Get those clothes away from your body. I want proof."
She turned her back to me and for an instant my heart sank. From the distant top of the stairs I heard a murmur and I knew we had a hidden but tough panel of judges. But Virginia saved my life.
She murmured, her voice very soft, "You'll have to unzip me."
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I was still sweating as I looked toward the stairs. I don't know whether or not Virginia saw them, but I could see the cheering section of four. John had plenty of tail around him and I imagined he would make out all right during the performance.
I gulped and turned back to Virginia. She looked beautiful, all right, tall and statuesque like a fashion model ought to. She was no plump farmer's daughter, but she had a body and the curves and bumps really had been improved since I'd last laid eyes on her.
She looked over her shoulder at me and then she turned. "Were you trying to fool me?"
"Huh?" I'd forgotten where I was for a minute.
"My false body, as you call it. You wanted proof."
"Oh. Yes."
"All right, in the interest of science and to make certain the family of Spelling doesn't get a bad name, I'm willing to show you." Again she had her back to me and I realized she had a terrific ass. Great legs and ass and, brother, that supported all the rest of the action in any woman. Take away the butt and the legs and you got nothing. A gal can have bazooms, but if she's got no ass, she's a total zero.
I didn't want to play around with anything but that ass, but I suppose I was committed to play out the game her way. I didn't know whether Virginia was fooling or not, but I couldn't afford to gamble. Some women played games all the time, pretending they didn't know they were being laid until it was too late.
I got up and grabbed at the zipper. It slid down to the small of her back and the gorgeous green material parted to reveal a white slit that widened with each of her breaths. Her back was dead white, except for the freckles and it was sexy as hell. Sure, redheads never tanned well. They freckled. I knew that about Virginia.
Again she was looking back at me. "You'll admit that it's my real back.'
"Sure, but that doesn't prove a thing."
She turned around and did something with her shoulders so that the party dress slipped down her arms to her wrists, at the same time falling away from the front of her to bare her to her bra. It was all her in there, but I wasn't admitting a thing without proof.
She straightened and pursed her lips as though she expected me to break out in applause. I let her wait for a minute, until her composure started to go. Then I said, "Well?"
She stumbled over her words. "Well... what? Now you see it."
"I don't see anything, lady. Christ, the brassiere is where the padding is. If you hang on to that, you're not proving a damned thing." I shook my head and turned away. "I thought so. You're a stuffed beanpole. Wait'll Peggy and the kids hear about this."
From the corner of my eye I could see the cheering section waving in appreciation, urging me to pour it on. They were half-hidden on the stairs, only their feet and peaking eyes visible. Somehow I was pleased to have them on hand. I was enjoying throwing it to Virginia Spelling.
"A beanpole!" she was snorting. "All right, this ought to prove it all, mister smart guy."
She was reaching behind her again, but she was running into trouble with the catch. She rolled her eyes at me. "Please, would you help me again? Unless you don't want to be proved wrong."
I licked my lips. "I'm a reasonable man, always willing to be shown."
I unhooked the bra with the fingers of an expert. I'd been through plenty in my day, most of them Peggy's, it was true, and I'd never opened a bra catch without feeling a little lift in my crotch. In this case I got a tremendous lift and I was amazed that my balls could have cooked up another kettle of jizz so soon. My dork was welling up like a salami and it was standing out every bit as straight
She looked down at me and I saw her eyes flutter when she caught sight of my crotch. She puffed up like a balloon and the bra dropped from her knockers. They were very nice. Not as heavy as Cherry's or Peggy's-or Donna's either, for that matter-but if they were small they were also nice. Her nipples were the reddest I'd ever seen. Probably because she had red hair and the complexion that went with it
"Well, I can see what you're after, Jack White," she blustered, trying to hold the fallen bra in front of herself. "I don't know what you think I. am, but I can tell you for sure that I'm no cheater."
I wasn't going to miss out on that bottom. "You're only cheating yourself, Virginia."
She was backing toward the door, hiking up her dress all the while and I had a sinking sensation. She was going to get away. My beautiful fish was wiggling her way off the hook.
"Virginia, darling!"
The voice cut across the living room and we both turned. Peggy was at the bottom of the stairs and coming toward us. She had on a bathrobe and mules, looking as though she'd just stepped out of the shower. She looked so fresh and alive, I couldn't believe her staying power.
Virginia was still shaking her head, although her retreat had slowed. "Peggy, I don't want to tell stories, about my friends especially, but you'd better put a muzzle on your husband. He looks hungry."
Peggy laughed and so did I, joining in with a sickly chuckle. I still figured our game was over. Virginia would spread the word up and down the street and I'd be lucky if I didn't wind up in an institution for uncontrollable cocksmen.
But I hadn't reckoned with Peggy's quick wit. She. went up to Virginia and got her by the arm, slowly frilling her back into the room. "Don't be such a prude, darling. Jack was only fooling you."
"He fooled me into getting half-undressed before I guessed his game."
"All's fair," I remarked cleverly.
"Shut up, sweetheart," Peggy purred at me as she kept her smile beamed at Virginia. "You're lonesome because Danny's away, that's all. Come on. Relax. We're all friends."
Virginia couldn't take that sort of genuine kindness for long and in a minute her chin began to crumple. She was crying and beautiful big tears rolled down her cheeks, one down each. Christ but she'd never looked more appealing. I wanted to cuddle ... and I also wanted to fuck the living shit out of that gorgeous body.
Virginia was dissolving into Peggy's arms, her fallen bra and drooping dress forgotten. The whole business had slipped down to her waist as Peggy enfolded her and the wonderful red hair flowed out over Peggy's shoulder. She cried for several minutes, tears of bitterness and frustration. At last they were lazy sobs that showed she wanted comfort now.
Peggy looked over the stooped figure at me and then there was movement from the stairs. The three young people, in various stages of undress, were creeping down the stairs. She froze them with her stony look and they slid back up to their more secure perch. All the while she was patting Virginia on the back and murmuring.
At last she held Virginia out at arm's length, studying the smeared face. Very tenderly, she began kissing the tears away and Virginia tried to smile at the goodness in her neighbor. She didn't know what was going on and I knew she wouldn't until it was too late.
Peggy was kissing her and then Virginia was slumping back into her arms. Gently my wife massaged the bare white back, her hands dipping down to shove the dress and soon she had the green dry goods barely clinging to the big redhead's hip. God but I wanted to see more of that body!
I was soon to get my wish. Virginia still wasn't suspicious and Peggy continued with her murmuring as her hands kept rubbing and pushing. All of a sudden the dress surrendered and plunged to the carpet Only a thin wisp of black pants clung to Virginia's hips now and Peggy stepped back with a look of surprise.
"Why, Virginia! Black. I never dreamed .. Peggy looked over her shoulder at me. "Jack, did you see this?" "Eh? Oh, how about that?"
Virginia was flushing until her face was beginning to match her hair. She gestured prettily and I wanted to go calm her down myself. "They're all I had. Some silly Valentine Day present from Danny years ago. I should have thrown them out...
"Not on your life," Peggy gushed. "They're so exciting, really sexy."
As Virginia went on with her stammering and flushing Peggy was stroking her shoulders, still murmuring, as though she were trying to relax the big redhead. In fact, Virginia was in no way going to relax while my wife was administering to her. Those kisses and pats weren't designed to calm anybody's nerves.
Soon Peggy had Virginia by the hand, leading her to a chair where she pushed her down. As Virginia looked up Peggy knelt and removed the redhead's shoes. It was a peculiar scene of supplication and somehow erotic as a result Virginia was touched, too, and she placed her fingers on Peggy's head.
"Here, you don't need to do that."
"Of course I do." Peggy stood and leaned over. "You're the fashion queen."
When Virginia tried to protest again Peggy got her face in there and kissed her full on the mouth. She kept holding the kiss and I knew she was scoring points when Virginia's knees began vaguely waving back and forth. Peggy's hands weren't idle through it all and she was casually stroking shoulders and then breasts, in a very ladylike way. But I knew Virginia was starting, to make it. At her crotch, the black pants were even blacker. They were wet.
She lifted her face. "Golly, Peggy, I don't know ..."
"Then don't ask silly questions," my wife answered. "You don't need to know a thing, except that the White family loves the Spelling family. All families should love each other."
Peggy had learned the party line in a hurry.
She was massaging Virginia's knockers now and I watched those snow-white things puff up to size I wouldn't have believed. The bright red nipples were snapping out like little tight balloons and when Peggy strummed her thumbs across first one and then the other Virginia's knees began to do a dance.
"My ..." she was gasping.
I smiled when she looked over Peggy's shoulder at me. Peggy was still on her knees before her, her hands down around the big redhead's belly and pawing at the black pants. She was rolling them down and, without knowing what she was doing, Virginia was lifting herself long enough for Peggy to get them over her ass. Then they slid down her thighs to her knees and with a funny laugh she spread her legs until the pants split in two.
We laughed with her but I was getting plenty hot and Peggy was pretty steamed, too. I knew she'd want first crack at this fresh meat before I and the rest of the family would be permitted to feast
The pants were gone as though they'd never existed and then Peggy was on her feet, shedding her robe in a swift series of motions. The two women were naked, one tall, the other a giant, both young, beautiful, stacked, ready for action.
Virginia put her hands to her face. "My, Peggy. Why, you're absolutely beautiful."
My wife preened, her hands on her hips and her head cocked as she turned. "Just now noticing? I've been around quite a while, neighbor."
"I know, but . . ."
"I noticed you, honey. A long time ago. Nobody is supposed to know this, but some days I'm as excited about the female figure as I am about the male ..." She looked back at me. "Jack, does that make me a Lesbian?"
I shook my head. "Not on your life. Everybody's got some of the old AG-DC in him, including me and, I would guess, Virginia. It just adds a little spice to all our lives."
The redhead was shaking her head. "I certainly don't do anything like that and I know I never would. It's just that another woman couldn't begin to excite me."
Peggy was grinning as she bit her lower hp. "What to lay a little bet?" Virginia stared. "You'd lose." "Let's find out"
Haughtily, Virginia lifted her chin as she sat back in the chair, her arms on the rests, her knees together.
"My knees will not come apart for the likes of you, Peggy. You've got to accept that"
"I repeat, let's find out"
She sounded confident "Very well."
Peggy was leaning over, kissing her again. The fashion model didn't try to get away. She was giving the test a fair shot. Peggy broke the kiss and laughed into her face. "Lady, I'm gonna rip you off," she said with the voice of a street walker. Again she laughed, but Virginia didn't bat an eye.
Instead, she gripped the arms of the chair with her fingers and waited as Peggy rained kisses down her white throat and across her breasts. They jiggled as Virginia's breathing changed and I could see the flaming hair at her crotch start to turn dark. She was secreting, all right.
"Oh, my," she breathed as sharp teeth found her nipples and began to feed like a hungry puppy. Then she lifted her hands and pushed on the back of Peggy's golden head, burying her face in the knockers, those wonderful twin pillows that seemed larger every time I looked at them.
Peggy worked across her belly and into the first fiery hairs at the top of her snatch. The knees didn't stand a chance and at once they began to shake. Then they drifted an inch apart. Virginia snapped them closed again, gritting her teeth. I could hear them grind. Her teeth, that is.
"Come on, sweetheart," Peggy was whispering and for an instant I was jealous. She hadn't spoken to me like that in years. Now she was turning it on for somebody else. A woman at that Well, shit, it was all in the family.
Virginia was trying to relax and remain strong at the same time. She rolled her eyes at me. "Jack!" she cried.
"Enjoy, enjoy," I laughed with a gay wave of the hand.
She squeezed her eyes shut as Peggy's mouth nibbled along the tops of her thighs, right where they were pressed together, just an inch above her gates that led to a treasure house down below.
At last the knees weakened again and this time when they drifted apart I knew they would not soon be back together again. Peggy's mouth was slipping into the widening crack between the thighs and at last Virginia threw her legs apart and grabbed handfuls of golden hair, hauling my wife's face up into her snatch.
She was humping up, groping for Peggy, apparently trying to stuff her entire body into that pussy. It was ringed with a flame of red and the lips were a bright pink. Ah, redheads do have wonderful complexions.
Then her eyes were bugging and I knew she was about to come. She might have been all woman, but my Peggy was all woman and all sex symbol as she made the taller woman go off.
As she gasped she managed to smile at me. "Jack, "I'm losing a bet to your wife."
"Enjoy, enjoy."
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Virginia went off to the sound of cheers. I lifted my voice in tribute as she humped up and came straight into Peggy's open mouth. From behind me I heard the others cheering and trooping down into the living room. Virginia couldn't have cared less. She was squirting like a garden hose.
She came again and again before she fell back, gasping, in the chair. Peggy's face came up and she was dripping. At once Donna, herself naked-as were they all now-handed her a hot damp towel and Peggy cleaned herself. Yes, I was amazed that everybody was naked-except me. I felt out of place and, when they noticed, they'd probably rip my clothes from my body. Ah, what sacrifices we must all make!
I looked back at Virginia and I leaned down close to her. At once her arms were around my neck and she kissed me. "Jack, I love your wife, I love you, I love these kids and I want to move in with you."
"Fine. And when Danny comes home we'll get him over here, too," I blurted.
"Why not?" the kids chorused.
Virginia leaped up and danced for joy. Some of us danced with her, taking turns and changing partners. As it was, John boy and I were outnumbered. There was Cherry, then Donna, Peggy and finally Virginia. Four against two. Wonderful odds, except that I, for one, couldn't go on forever. My crotch was already turning numb, but I still wanted more sex while I could make it.
We should all have such problems.
Virginia came to me and kissed me again, her arms around my neck as she mashed her knockers against my chest. "Jack, are you a prude?"
"What?"
"Your clothes."
"Yeah, Dad," John blurted. "How come you're all dressed when the rest of us ..."
"Hold it." I lifted my hands. "Somebody's got to be able to answer the door."
"Why?" Peggy murmured in a sweet voice. "Let's turn out the lights and pretend there's nobody home."
"Good idea ..."
The doorbell rang and everybody froze. Except for me. I smiled. "You see?"
"Who the heck ..," Cherry blurted.
I shushed them and Peggy said, "Please, Jack, just let it ring."
I shook my head. "Listen, we're supposed to be sporting about this, loving everybody and all that jazz. So why can't I see if there's another customer for salvation on the porch?"
"Good point," Virginia snapped, her hands back on her bottom. She seemed to be doing something to herself. "After all, you could have left me on the front porch?"
"I'll sneak a look," Cherry gushed and she crept into the entry hall. I knew she was peeking through the curtains and in an instant she was dancing back in, all bobbing breasts and flying golden hair. "It's Andy Vicker, one of John's friends."
I frowned. "Christ, another kid. Son, is he as virile as you?"
John grinned. "He can jack off twice as often as I can."
"John!" his mother chided.
I pictured Andy in my mind. He was shorter than John and not so skinny. A little fart, actually, but far from full grown. I knew he had freckles to go with his sandy hair, that he always carried comic books in his pockets and that he picked his nose when he thought nobody was looking. Hardly a man to add sophistication to our little group. Still, he was another warm body.
"Is he hung?"
"You'll see," John answered and I realized that Cherry had asked the question. Christ, nobody was making any pretense of modesty anymore.
"Then I want him first," my daughter said.
"We'll share," Donna remarked, tossing the mop of black ironed hair back from her face.
"No. I said..."
"Children," Peggy said. "Your father will let him in while we get into our robes, all of us. We've got plenty upstairs. Then we'll let nature take its course and we'll see whom our Andrew Vicker selects. Fair enough?"
"Fair enough," I seconded. "Now, upstairs, all of you. You, too, John. Make sure the ladies find robes and get everybody down here in a hurry."
They scurried off and when they were up the stairs I looked down at my wrinkled pants as I went to the door. It couldn't be helped. I opened the door and Andy grinned at me, looking like Alfred E. Newman.
"Hi, Mr. White. Johnny home?
"Sure. Come on in." I opened the door wider and he stepped past me. "He'll be down in a second."
In the living room he turned to me. "We thought we'd head down to the drive-in tonight. Couple of good old Gary Cooper flicks, you know."
"Sure, I know." I tried to hide a smile. "I had an idea John would be staying home tonight"
Andy was as gawky as John, being the same age, and I couldn't see anything bulging in his pouch. He might have been a girl, but then John said he was plenty potent.
"I don't think so," Andy replied. "We been talking about this all week."
"Well see ..."
The family was trooping down the stairs again, all of my brood and Virginia and Donna bringing up the rear. I thought for an instant they were patting each other here and there, but they quit when Andy looked up at them all. Dismay crossed his face and then he smiled.
"Hey, I guess everybody's been in the pool."
"Just on our way," Peggy said, thinking fast on her feet "Why don't you join us, Andy?"
"Sounds great, but me and John boy were gonna..."
"Let's go swimming instead," John snapped to his friend. "I think it would be more fun."
Andy stared at his chum and then at Donna, Cherry and the adults. I could hear him thinking: Fun? Swimming with a crowd of grown people? What the hell. Instead he said, "I really didn't want to miss them movies."
"If you want to, you and John can go tomorrow night," Peggy said. "That's a promise. We'd really like you with us for a family party." She went to him and took his hand and his face went slack. "Come on, I think John has a suit he can lend you."
He and John went upstairs, John's robe flapping as he hurried. They were all in robes, except me, and they looked like a bunch of monks. We made quite a circle and the anticipation made the women's eyes dance.
"I'd like him," Peggy said. "After all, I'm the hostess."
Cherry piped up. "Hey, you're always wanting first choice. You had a shot a Virginia here. It's my turn next."
"Very well," Virginia said smoothly, sweeping to her feet and going to Cherry. She opened her robe to expose her tall body and then she folded the robe around Cherry. The two embraced and then their lips met
It was interesting to really see Virginia in action. She was a full-fledged club member as she bent the younger and small woman back. Yes, she was on the attack. She held the kiss and Cherry fluttered at first. She freed her mouth.
"I was talking about Andy," Cherry sputtered. "Jeez, I'm not so sure about doing this with you."
"Don't break the club rules," Donna reminded her chum.
"Exactly," Peggy purred.
Virginia caught her lips again and her hands were burrowing under the robes. Cherry's eyes got big and she lurched. "Ye gods!"
"Admit you like it," the redhead breathed.
"Well... I don't know what to think."
But she wasn't trying to escape. Virginia was coaxing the first pants out of her when the two boys came back down the stairs. Andy was wearing a robe, a threadbare thing because we'd just about gone through our supply. I still felt out of place in my clothes.
We trooped through the house into the yard and I snapped on lights as we went. It was a balmy night and the lights were pretty around the pool apron and in the water they glowed greenly up from the bottom. The water looked very good and the fences were high enough for complete privacy.
Cherry and Virginia had broken it up fast enough not to get caught, but they were patting one another as they followed the procession. At the pool we all paused. Andy slipped out of his robe to reveal his thin freckled body. If he mated with Virginia there would be nothing but a fucking mass of freckles.
The boy looked into the faces. "Well, last one in is a rotten egg."
"Quite so," I agreed.
He hesitated. "Well?"
Peggy smiled sweetly. "You go ahead, Andy. We'll be right behind you."
Andy looked at John. "How about you?" "In a couple of minutes."
The boy turned and dived directly into the pool without another word. He was no Mark Spitz, but he was a good swimmer and he started doing laps as the rest of us retired into the shadows.
Virginia came to me and planted a kiss on my cheek. "Come on, pops, you've got to get out of those things." I didn't horse around, but began to undress at once. Soon I was down to my white shorts, which in the shadows could pass for a bathing suit. At least until Andy took a close look.
Virginia draped herself around me, the robe open so that her body was against mine. She shielded us some from the pool and her hands roamed my chest She dropped to my crotch and felt my cock.
"Still some life."
"A little."
"Good man."
She palmed my luggage and rolled my balls in her fingers until my dick was poking straight out as though I hadn't had a screwing in six months. I was delightfully surprised. I didn't dream I had such powers, but by then I should have begun to realize that man can do many things under stress.
"Come on in," Andy was calling.
"We're on our way, dear," Peggy called back as she smiled and waved.
Cherry got in the middle of the group and Virginia her hands still in my crotch, paused to listen. "I want that kid first"
"You joined the club first," Peggy snapped. "You had Norman first and you got to your father first from what I've been told."
"Even so ..."
"Norman?" Virginia asked. "I'd forgotten about your boy friend, Cherry. Where is Norman tonight?"
"Forget him," my daughter snapped. "He's a nothing compared to this group."
"But I thought a fresh face ..."
"Pimple face, you mean. I'm sorry, neighbor, but he's not in our league."
Virginia shrugged and her hands jiggled my balls again. It was thrilling. "All right with me, I suppose. We're somewhat short of men, is all."
"I like the odds," I laughed.
"And I like Andy for me first," Cherry insisted. "You all can have any part of him you want when I get through."
"All right, take him and stop crabbing," Peggy snapped. "Jack, your daughter's a spoiled brat."
I pulled a long face as Cherry turned toward the pool. "Andy, come on out."
"You come on in," he shouted.
"There's something to eat here."
That triggered the lad into action and he scrambled out of the pool. He stood in the middle of the group in an instant, dripping all over everything. "Food?"
"In a minute," Cherry replied. "Here, let me help you dry off."
He watched as she rubbed his chest and back with a big towel. "Hey, what's going on? I can do that."
"Just giving good service," my daughter laughed.
She turned the boy around and rubbed the towel over his lower back. Round and round she swirled the towel and the lad had to brace himself to stand still. He looked at me once or twice and then down at my shorts. He frowned, but he didn't seem too worried about it
Cherry kept on with the towel and soon Andy was looking over his shoulder at her. "I think I'm dry back there."
"What do kids know?" Peggy chided. If Cherry was going to get first licks my wife wasn't going to be a sorehead about helping out.
Soon Cherry was tugging at the waist of his suit and trying to stuff the towel down the back. She had it half over his rump so that the women could ogle his bottom before he pulled away.
"Hey, that's enough."
He might have been protesting, but he was also growing a rod. I could see Andy's pouch come to life and press against the suit, damned near pulling the suit away from the front of his body. I was in hung company, both Andy and John giving me a hell of a lot of competition in the cock and balls department.
Andy backed away and first thing we knew he'd stumbled into the pool with a giant splash. He bobbed up and swam out to the middle, frowning toward us all.
Cherry didn't horse around. She shucked out of her robe and, bronzed naked body gleaming in the colored fights, dived cleanly into the water.
Cherry chased him and, if he couldn't quite swim like Mark Spitz, my daughter could. She caught him at the shallow end and, in a churning of white water, he was trapped in a corner.
His eyes popped as he stared at Cherry's ripe and bobbing breasts. He licked his lips and swallowed. "What the heck is going on?"
"Relax, sonny," she chided, smiling like the Cheshire cat. "Nobody's going to eat you ... at least not right away."
Everybody laughed at her little joke and when Andy turned toward us Cherry's hands went under the water. She apparently hooked what she was looking for and I could see the boy struggle for a couple of minutes before she began to gain the upper hand.
Then he was against the edge of the pool and Cherry was spreading herself over him like some sexy octopus. Her legs went wide and she seemed to float right into place.
"Andy," we heard her purr, "you have a beautiful cock. Why have you kept it hidden?"
The boy could only gasp as Cherry began to pump against him, making the water boil more than ever. Then her arms were around his neck and they clung. He cried out and I knew he was coming. Cherry also shuddered.
"God, he's a positive elephant!" she squealed.
I wasn't close enough to see, but I figured that cloud in the water around them was made up of thousands of little swimming sperm cells.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Everybody cheered as Cherry and Andy crawled out of the pool. We had to help them along, especially Andy, because they looked drained. The boy lay on the lip for several minutes as he caught his breath.
Then he was up on one elbow. "What's going on here?"
"Welcome to the club," my wife exclaimed as she got on her knees by the dripping boy. "We've discovered what togetherness really means. Now you can run home like a child and tell all, if you like. Or you can stay here and be one of us. We love you, Andy All of us do."
The boy blinked at Peggy. "You mean this is what the club does?"
Peggy nodded. "Anybody can do anything to any body, so long as those parties involved agree."
He frowned and scratched his thin chest. His cock was growing again, thank God, because it was difficult to find when it was down. He was hung, all right. It was stumpy and very thick and should have belonged to some giant of a man. Yes, the youth of America could be proud of Andy Vicker.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about Mrs. White," the lad said with awe in his voice, "but I know one thing."
"Yes, dear?"
"I think you're just about the prettiest woman I've ever seen and I've been dreaming about piling the' hell out of you ever since I've known John." He grinned strangely. "I always have to jack off when I go home from here because you get me so hot and bothered just from the way you walk."
Peggy's eyes filled and she said nothing for a minute. Then she managed, in a choking voice, "Bless you, boy."
She leaned down and kissed his lips and her robe flopped open because the kid was loosening the sash. The robe fell away as though by magic and her knockers were hanging down over his chest like fruit on a healthy tree. He helped himself to one, poking it into his mouth and sucking on the nipple.
Peggy quivered as she rolled her eyes at us. "Isn't he a dear? He's nursing."
"He's hot," Cherry rasped. I suppose she was a bit jealous because Andy had turned so quickly from her to her mother. "He's out of his head."
"Then I hope we can keep him that way," my wife purred.
She turned back to him and her fingers strayed to his crotch. She picked up his semirigid dick and stroked it until it looked like a trench mortar ready to go off. He was gurgling and reaching for her other breast. Then he was groping toward her box and finally Peggy fell over his glistening body.
She slithered around until she was astride him, her knees drawn up, She felt behind her buttocks and found his cock. It was like the horn of a saddle, only backwards. She giggled and eased herself up and back until she was poised over that stump of a prick.
She came down slowly and the knob disappeared into her golden bush. She was beautiful at that moment as her eyes filled with motherly passion. "Wonderful child," she breathed.
He said something like "goo" and they came closer together. That thick cock was making headway up her slick canal and we watched in awe. Peggy looked pained for a moment; that quickly passed and she was smiling again. She kept letting her body down until she was fully seated on his crotch. She must have been splitting wide open inside.
She grasped his shoulders and began to hump herself up. He pulled his loins down as much as he could in the same instant and, working slowly, they set up a rhythm. Soon they were pumping like a smoothly oiled machine, stroking, gasping, giggling and smiling at our scattered applause.
Their twin orgasms shattered the night as Peggy screamed. We shushed her at once and I waited for the telephone to ring, but, of course, there was nobody at home next door to hear. Virginia, our neighbor, was right here with us.
The couple writhed and twisted and turned until Andy was on top, dripping down into Peggy's face She had her mouth wide open as she tried to catch his mingled sweat and the water on his forehead from the pool.
At last they fell apart and again the boy was lying on the pool apron, panting, fighting to catch his breath. Peggy leaped into the pool to cleanse herself and she was out again in a moment, drying her wonderful body. She was as full of life as ever.
I was enjoying her enjoyment when I felt something at my elbow. I turned to see Donna close to me, looking very small in her oversized robe. She seemed troubled and I leaned down to hear what she had to say. Her eyes were as dark as her black hair and she was suddenly very appealing.
"What it is, dear?" I said in a fatherly voice.
"I said you haven't looked at me in hours. What's the matter? Did I do something wrong?"
I was stunned, but it wasn't sporting to show favoritism in our club. I took her aside. "I didn't dream ..."
"I was just wondering," she murmured, twisting her hands.
I caught her hand and said, "Come along."
She came willingly as I led her back into the house. We crossed the front room in silence and marched up the stairs. I took her straight to the very large master bedroom, where Peggy and I shared a king-size bed. In the doorway we paused and I gestured with my arm. "For a little while, honey, this belongs only to you and me."
"Oh, Mr. White."
"Jack. Mr. White's my father."
She giggled as I led her to the bed and there she sat down. I opened her sash and pulled the robe over her very white shoulders. Christ but her shining black hair was sexy as it tumbled over those shoulders. She was a beauty, stacked, plump in all the right places, and her baby talk had long since vanished. Donna Baker had become a woman in that night.
She kept those big dark eyes on me as I got the robe out of the way completely. Then I knelt before her and rested my elbows on her white knees. She leaned forward so I could kiss her lips. They were soft and full, sweet and tender, warming and full of little jumping nerves.
I began to rub her knees and she quivered. So I sat at her side and put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her against me. It was wonderful when her breast flattened against my chest. She looked down at my shirt and I followed her glance to see my prick pressing against the fly. I easily ripped the grippers free and the dick shot into the room, stiff and waving like some aroused animal. She made a sound.
"Did you say something, dear?"
"I said it looks very nice."
"How nice?"
"So nice I'd like to suck it. So nice I'd like to make you come deep in my throat. Do you think we could manage that, Mr. White?"
"We can certainly try." How could I speak with such thrills ripping through my vitals?
She kissed me then and we embraced. Our twisting bodies rolled back on the bed and she was on top of me, her knees catching a thigh and hanging to me as though she feared someone would try to haul us apart. Then she was kissing my throat and my chest. She even went back to my mouth to French me for a while.
Her hands fluttered down over my chest as she got up on her knees. She was to one side now and I was flat on my back My prick was a flagpole pointing toward the ceiling. She drilled her finger into my bellybutton and I laughed. Then she wormed into my stiff hairs and I stopped laughing.
"Hey," I groaned.
"You're all excited, aren't you?"
"Hell, yes."
She put her mouth on me, kissing my belly, even though I tried to suck it back to my spine. She bored in and then her tongue was drilling my bellybutton until I was actually afraid I'd go off too soon.
She got her face down in my hairs and soon her lips jiggled just above the base of my prick. She then moved and found it. I gasped as her tender lips marched out on my dick and they hit the knob. I almost lost my cookies again, but I held my breath and kept from squirting everybody before it was time.
But Donna wasn't losing any time, either. She sensed that the old man still had a full wad in his crotch and she didn't want to waste a drop. She took my knob into her mouth and I loved the way her teeth nibbled the very tip as it passed between them.
Then she hooked the entire knob in her jaws and paused for a few breaths. Soon her dark head began its pumping and I beat on the bed with my fists. She was so wonderfully talented, all I had to do was go crazy enjoying it.
She worked quietly, except for an occasional slurping that filled the room with its sexy sound. Then I felt my sperm start their rush. I was coming, even though I would have wanted to enjoy a few more minutes of her talented lips and teeth.
My dork was all the way in, jamming against her throat so that she occasionally choked. I blasted like a cannon and the jizz squirted from me, slamming into her throat and down into her belly so fast that she had to swallow.
She got red in the face, but her lips never broke the seal as she breathed through her nose. I came again and again and she kept it sliding smoothly into her belly. If a woman could get pregnant in her belly, I would have knocked up Donna for certain.
At last I was through and I lay back, exhausted, sweating, feeling the pain of one orgasm too many. Donna was still sucking on me, getting the final drop and using suction to pull out a few extra when there shouldn't have been a drop left.
I opened my eyes and there they were, ringing the bed, and they broke into smiles and cheers. "Good show, Daddy," Cherry cried as she patted my damp forehead.
Peggy beamed at me as she crawled up on the bed. The others followed her and there was launched in high gear one of the world's most fantastic orgies. Donna got next to me, and then Virginia. The boys crowded in close and everybody was stroking everybody else. Hands, breasts, cocks and balls were everywhere.
We started sucking, fucking, corn-holing, screwing one another in the mouth and the ear and in ever other bodily cavity that could be reached short of surgery. It went on for hours and we paused only long enough to raid the refrigerator now and then.
Presently I started to hurt. I was still able to come but my jizz was turning pink. I was literally shooting my own body out the end of my dick. Finally I came particularly strongly when Cherry and Donna were working me over from different ends at the same time.
That was when I passed out and I can only dimly remember hearing the others deciding to break it up-for a while. Then Peggy was calling the doctor and they were rushing me to the hospital and I woke up in this bed. Don't ask me how many days it's been. Too many, that's all I know.
Peggy and the others came in to see me, looking somehow strange fully clothed. They talked in code because a nurse was hovering around, but I got their message. They're waiting for me to recharge my batteries and for the doctor to announce that old Jack White could return to the front lines.
But now here's old Jim from work, telling me to take it easy and get plenty of rest, that my pay will continue until I'm back on my feet. But right behind him is Jim's wife, Stella, and she's giving me the eye. She's never done that in quite that way before. I wonder if she knows something?
They're leaving now, thank goodness, but Stella has already promised shell come back after dinner tonight and bring me something special. Too bad I'm in a private room because I have a hunch I know what she's got in mind.
There could be trouble, though, because the club is going to hold a meeting at my bedside tonight Could be we'll be taking in at least one new member.
Probably more than one, come to think of it. That blond nurse can't keep her eyes off me.
