by Ward Fulton
"My lips felt it first, the swell of Dad's come along his shaft and then on down my throat to burst out of his head in a hot, salty gush that damn near strangled me. But I took it. Gobbled it. And sucked at Dad's love-muscle as it went down and he pulled it out. I drank down all of his jism I could and licked my lips and cheeks for more, just as Dad was scooping up my juices and sucking for the last bit of taste of me.
"We weren't pretty when it was over, with our faces smeared and sweaty and our bodies dripping with sweat, but there was a sort of happy exultancy in me, so that I didn't care.
"Anyway, that gadgetry shower took care of washing us off. We didn't do much playing that time, because I didn't have enough left in me to play up to. Even Dad looked pooped, though he came around a bit toward the end of the shower and made a couple of very smooth passes. I suspected then they weren't for immediate consideration. Just a sort of bonus for what happened and a promise there'd be more and better the next time we got around to it.
"We dried off and went back to the office where Dad had a very nifty corner couch with one end that slid under a center table thing and pulled out and swung around, so we could lie there together, naked and cozy, and just murmur at each other. Or drift off.
"Then it was time for me to go. Dad and I usually went out for a chocolate double-dip malted with marshmallow topping-Dad stuck to bourbon and branch water-and it was later even than I thought I kind of skinned into my clothes; the open-mesh panties were ripped, so I'd had to get a new pair for Carol. Dad climbed into his and then stood, looking speculatively at me. 'How much allowance are you expecting this time?'
"I shrugged. 'Same as usual, Dad. Except, I'd like enough extra to replace these panties. They're French and sort of expensive, like fifteen dollars, I think. Could you go for that?'
"Dad sat down in his chair slowly, looking a little dazed. 'Fifteen dollars extra! For a pair of panties?' And he laughed suddenly and loud.
"I felt real mean. 'Is that too much? I've saved some of my allowance and next week I can get Carol another pair-'
"Dad shook his head, still laughing, but watching me. 'Fifteen dollars for a pair of panties I tore.' He sighed. 'That's rich. Really rich. Baby, come here.' I came over to stand by his chair, feeling a little funny, now that all the sex was over and the emotions mostly subsided.
"Dad put his arm around me and held me very gently, like he used to do when I was a real little girl. 'You're one in a million, Alex. Those two have corrupted you, all right, just living with them, living that kind of life. You're corrupted-or this afternoon would never have happened. Corrupted but not mercenary! You're a lovely child, Alex, lovely.' And he kissed my cheek. 'And it's all right about the panties. I expect we can run to fifteen dollars extra… Now, what about something for yourself? Something you've wanted but haven't expected to get?'
"I've heard that line before. My mother is always using it when Christmas or my birthday is coming up. And I never, get what I ask for. Either my mother forgets or. it's too extravagant. So I looked at Dad, shaking my head.
"Dad frowned. 'Nothing? Not a gold-plated yacht or rocks off the moon or a diamond as big.as the Ritz? Young lady, there is something wrong with your wantery!'
"He made it such a joke I giggled. 'Well, there is something. Maybe it's kind of foolish and awfully extravagant. They cost over a hundred dollars. And yap.'
"Dad waved his hand, as if he had a wand that I would produce it right then and there. 'Name it, young lady.'
"I shook my head. 'My mother says it's stupid for a young girl to want such a watch. They're-a foolish waste of money.'
"Dad squeezed my shoulders. 'I suppose this watch has forty-three diamonds around the rim and diamond-studded hands.'
"I caught my breath, giggling. 'Of course not. That's for sillies like Carol. I want a real man-type watch, with electric works-because I do forget to wind mine. And this one has a sort of tuning fork thing in it that makes it very accurate.'
"Dad nodded. 'I know the watch. I think it's call an Acutron. But what does a young lady like you need with such a precision watch? Are your appointments that urgent?'
"I giggled again, because Dad was just being funny, I knew. 'No, so I can find out how late other people are. And when they say, "Just a minute," I'd like to time 'em.'
"Dad laughed. 'Young lady, you're unscrupulous. But you shall have your electric watch the next time you come.'
"I didn't think he meant it. Grown folks rarely keep their promises to kids. But the next time I came to get my allowance, he had the watch on his desk. Only, I was so excited about what we might be going to do, like fucking and cocksucking, I had almost forgotten it myself.
"The watch was almost as hard to believe as the feet that my father had actually reamed me only the week before. Except I still had evidence of that, some minor twinges down in my twat. I wasn't shocked, understand. After all, I had started it all, with my great experiment in being seductive. And I'd seen sex aplenty around our place and the places we wound up in for vacations. In fact, I was beginning to wonder why-that maybe there wasn't enough cunt to go around. Or maybe not enough cocks. So everybody grabbed what they could. That's what it seemed like. It wasn't that way with me.
"I had Dad, now that I'd really found him and found out about sex. Oh, I didn't kid myself-except maybe a little at first-that I was the only female in Dad's life, the only one he screwed. I didn't really get around to connecting up Carol and Dad for a long time. They'd been fucking for nearly a year, maybe more, when I came along, pushing my twat at Dad.
"I did it again that day-and not on account of the watch, which I didn't even open until I was leaving. Dad had said the watch was there, so I believed him. I didn't know it was the thousand-dollar model until later. It was just that Dad was one grown-up who had kept a promise. And I loved him for it. Oh, brother, did I love him for it-for keeping the promise, not for the watch. And I think he knew the difference. Mostly because I didn't grab the box and tear off the wrappings, I guess. I just patted it and put it aside-and got to the real nitty-gritty-the fucking.
"I did a sort of striptease for him, without music, but with plenty of oompahs of the pelvis.
"Dad sat back, enjoying the performance-which I must admit got a bit ragged in spots, especially toward the end, when I was real hot and thinking more of getting Dad's love meat into me than I was of the dance. But I could shake my tits, what there was of them, and roll my pelvis so my twat was literally twitching,
"When I'd done about all I could think of in the way of gyrations, I ran to Dad, knowing he was ready, willing, and able. I had been watching the bulge in his pants grow and twitch, so I knew. And knowing he was ready made me all the more excited.
"Dad caught me and held me close, with my knees in the chair and my boobs right where he could kiss and tease them. And did he ever! Like a hungry moose. And his hands played a concertina with my ass cheeks, while I twisted and wriggled, pushing my tits hard against his face.
"He stood me up and ran his tongue down me and into my love box, touching my clit and wiggling his tongue around it until I was shaking, really shaking. My very skin seemed to shake and twitch like a separate thing.
"Dad didn't screw me in the chair that time. He picked me up and carried me over to the couch and laid me out on it while I watched him skin out of his pants, eager for another look at his love-stick, quivering in anticipation. It was not as big as I remembered. I guess the first time a girl gets a dong in her it really seems huge. Oh, it was big enough and long enough to ream way up me-and did.
"Dad didn't waste much time throwing it into me. I guess the dance, crummy as it was, really had stirred things up in both of us. So we really rode up a storm, with Dad pumping a really hot load of jism in me and me giving him the Johnstown flood in juices.
"And then the nice, long lazy resting, side by side, warm and cozy. I could look down and see Dad's love-muscle all deflated and limp but still of respectable size. Well, maybe respectable isn't the ri
ght word. I could watch it slowly quiver and jerk itself back into life and feel my own body getting ready again for a second round.
"We took that one real easy. Not pushing, just letting things happen in a slow, almost leisurely way, right up to when things got lively. I felt his love-meat swelling, felt that long, hard thrust all the way up my cunt, and then-hot floods and hot flashes!
"Dad switched around so he could go down on me, sucking my juices and scooping out my cream, which was exciting all right. But he didn't seem to want me to suck him off that time. Maybe two turns pooped him a little and he didn't have enough to give for a good cock-suck, even though I was interested.
"We took our shower together and I had an opportunity to play with his love-shaft, but even that didn't really wake it up. I didn't know it then, but he'd had quite a session the day before with Carol, who can really fuck up a storm when she wants something-and she wanted a Lambretta out of Dad. I learned later she didn't even get a bicycle, but she did get her allowance upped.
"After our shower and the drying off, which was fun in a tingly sort of way, I looked at my watch. Su-per! The realest of real! One I never really expected to own. The top of the line. I hugged Dad and kissed him, because the watch was really out of this world.
"I was only afraid my mother would wonder how I got such a watch, but I might have known. My mother never really knows the value of anything unless she sees the price tag. Of course, Carol realized it was a super-duper and maybe gave a good guess as to how I got it, but since she was still working on Dad for that Lambretta-which she never did get-she kept quiet. It wasn't that Dad wasn't generous. He was willing to give me anything. And I guess Carol, too. He just didn't believe in motorcycles.
"Dad asked me again what I wanted, but I had my wants, right on my wrist, and I honestly couldn't think of anything else-except a chocolate double-dip malted with marshmallow topping. When I told Dad, he nearly busted a gut laughing, but that's what I wanted. After two love-meat sandwiches, two really swell screws, I was starved. I wanted a chocolate double-dip malted with marsh-mallow topping.
"Dad grinned at me. 'That you shall have, pun*kin. With.filet mignon topping if you want.' So we settled for the malted and two super burgers with onions and pickles and relish and a double order of potato chips. Dad watched me tackle that and shuddered. 'Some day, young lady, I hope you develop civilized taste buds. Then maybe we can dine out together graciously.'
"I don't know why grown people think it's so silly to like malteds and super burgers. Malteds are creamy and yummy and the super burgers are real luscious and oozy. And very filling. And after a girl's been screwed a couple of times, she needs something filling. Oh, I suppose Chateaubriand's all right, as a filler, but it takes so long to get there, a girl could starve. And anyway, at places where they serve Chateaubriand you have to eat daintily. You can't cram and chomp, which is the only good way to eat, especially when you're hungry. Which I usually am, especially after getting fucked, I've found.
"Dad had another present for me the next time I went to collect my allowance and get his Jove-shaft reamed up me. I don't really remember what it was, but something nice. An amethyst pendant, I think, set in platinum. Real nice. And we did a sixty-nine-sucking each other off first and then going into a fancy screw, with my lying on the desk and Dad standing up, reaming me while my legs dangled.
"That seemed especially good. I mean, I could watch his dong right from the moment he laid the head up against my cunt lips until he buried his shaft in me to his bushy mound, and all through the pumping and thrusting. I could even watch and see how I did with my little twat, moving it up and down and rolling it sideways. Plus, Dad's hands were free for roaming and they could get around- over my boobs, the fingers nibbling at my nipples, down along my sides, and under my ass, to get more motion. And his mouth was working right in tandem, sucking on my nipples, tonguing that jumpy vein under my ear, playing along the muscle from under my arm, which I didn't even know got a girl worked up but it does.
"I couldn't watch when the big bang came because I was almost out of play by that time, with my head thrown way back and moans coming out and me twisting in nine directions at once. Dad said afterwards it was like trying to screw an anaconda, but I don't think he'd ever really tried that. Lots of things but not that.
"Oh, I knew at the back of my head that Dad was screwing other females, but it didn't really penetrate until Carol let slip-intentionally, I think-that Dad was throwing his love-meat into her.
"That hurt. But I don't think it was the direct cause of my fucking one of Mother's new friends. I mean, I didn't just go out and say, 'Look here, kid, go get yourself humped. Any man that's handy will do.' It wasn't like that at all.
"I was sunbathing in the patio off the pool-and when I sunbathe I do it all over, and why not? Normally that patio is strictly private. Except maybe for a few guys a few stories up who can get goggle-eyed and nearly fall out their windows watching. Not that I can understand just wanting to watch. You can get a better view out of the centerfold of Playboy-if you pull the staple out of the navel.
"Anyway, there I was, showing I was every inch a female, when 'this character wandered out. I recognized him as one of my mother's better choices, even if he was a little young for her. I don't think he recognized me. Anyway, he wasn't paying that much attention to my face. He was taking in other territory, which was getting pretty well-developed by then.
"He started to back out, pretending he was a gentleman who didn't spy on naked females. I rolled over and grinned at him-not that he knew I was grinning, unless I'd done it with my cunt. Well, I can do lots with my cunt, but I never taught it to grin. But the rolling over brought my boobies into full view and gave an eye-probe of my cunt, which he was taking in.
"He only had on a pair of trunks, so he'd probably been using the pool-or meant to. He never got around to it. He moved out into the patio slowly, not seeming to mean to do a thing about a golden opportunity, so I shoved my sun cream jar at him. 'Make yourself useful as well as ornamental, and give my back a rub.'
"With that gambit who can miss. He was rubbing my back with sun cream-and letting his hands get off the beaten path-while I lay there, eyes shut and moaning softly, and wiggling. That's all it took.
"Craig-that was his name-played a nice game of hands from then on, until it got down to the facts of life and hands quit being so important. Craig was pretty good. Not as smooth as Dad, but good. Maybe he wasn't as smooth because he was a cat in strange territory, but he did all right. And we went for a dip in the pool afterwards, playing in the water, naked.
"Mother probably figured that having Craig wait around for a bit would whet his appetite. So she stayed away. He whet his appetite all right. I was his special chocolate double-dip malted with marshmallow topping, I don't think he ever got around to my mother. And I know Carol was furious. She had marked him as hers.
"After that we set up territorial rights, divvying up Mother's friends, both at home and abroad. On bellhops and chauffeurs arid such, we let the chips fall where they may. Not that Carol was much on screwing bellhops and the like, unless she was sort of desperate. She liked her men well stacked in the pocketbook. Me, I didn't care, as long as the love-meat was long, round, and stiff, everything was fine. Of course, abroad I missed Dad.
"It was when we got back-and my mother had had a rough season, the men weren't too cooperative -that my mother set up this blackmail-cum-badger-game with Carol to throw the harpoon into Dad. Instead, Dad socked the 'detective' my mother had hired… Well, Dad's goose is cooked. And my mother won't get her alimony raised. Or a nice lump sum. And I lose my Dad for maybe five years. So I wouldn't testify against him. Why should I? I happen to love him-and the things he does to me."
Because of the milieu to which Alexis will return, the glitter and glamour of the very rich, where all too often "sex is a way of life," there appears to be little possibility of any re-channeling of her sex drive. Chapter 5 Eddie: He Loved His Mother Too
Well
"So Mother took an overdose of sleeping pills. I'm sorry. And I'm even sorrier about that stupid, goddamn note she left, telling everybody we were lovers.
"So it's true. Okay. I've been laying Mother for the past couple of years. Understand, it was her idea. And maybe a lot of people guessed. Now they know. And how am I going to face our crowd? Mother Darling-that's what she wanted me to call her-is out of it. I'm the one that has to face up to our crowd. A bunch of cynical rats, anyhow. I probably couldn't get an invitation to clean up someone's garbage how.
"When they could guess and gossip and point behind our backs, I was one helluva fine fellow. Some of the older crowd even tried to get me to let 'em in on a good thing. You know, get next to Mother Darling. In bed. Now that Mother Darling is gone and the story is out, fiat out, how'm I going to live?
"Oh, I don't mean money wise. There's pots full of that. Dad left us better than well off. No, we never were jet set, though probably there was more money in Mother Darling's account than lots of the jet setters ever see. It's just that Mother Darling loved luxury and comfort-and you can get those on the better cruise ships and don't in the jets.
"Mother Darling loved to dress up and swank around. You can't do that in a jet, either, though, of course, you get there faster and have time at the other end. But Mother Darling likes her swanking around practically continuous. And it's just possible she was a bit afraid of flying, though she never would have admitted it. 'It's rather vulgar-to be in such a hurry. Life should be leisured, gracious,' she'd say.
"Mother Darling should have been an Edwardian. She belonged to the velour period, among Turkish corners and lambrequins. That may have been another reason she preferred the luxury cruise ships, though I hadn't thought of it before. Most of them are faintly Edwardian. Even the modern ones carry a bit of that kind of swank. Probably because they're false. I mean, of course, that they're ships, not hotels, even though they try to appear that way-which is the essence of Edwardianism.