mkirros
09-13-2008, 10:06 AM
Here are the next two installments of this story that's threatening to become an epic.
*****
Part 4
The next week was tortuous. Oh, there were some very nice parts, mostly involving Diana at work. After our little escapade at the party, she was being very friendly. She took every opportunity to come by my desk and flirt, and managed to bump or rub up against me more than once. At one point she even cornered me in the break room, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and got her hand into my pants. She made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, wrapped it around my cock, and got in several strokes before we heard people coming. As she headed back to her desk, she smiled sweetly and teased me by saying, "Now you've got something to look forward to!"
Even the good things with Diana had a down side, though. We were both still married, so there wasn't really much chance we were going to spend much time together away from work. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was not going well. Every time I looked at Tamara, what flashed through my mind was jerking myself off as I watched my daughter having her pussy licked by another girl. That made me think about my indiscretions with Kelly. And wish for more. And wonder if Kelly would still be interested in me after she'd had Tamara. I was a mess.
And that wasn't the worst of it. Mary was drinking even more, and I was seriously starting to worry about her health. I talked to her again about entering a rehab clinic, but she would have nothing to do with that. I'd made up my mind to do some research on whether I could get her into one against her wishes.
As if things weren't bad enough, on Friday the phone rang. When I answered it the voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.
"Michael?"
"Yes." I was curious. Only Kelly called me Michael.
"This is Sandy Posey, Kelly's mother. I was wondering if we could get together sometime tomorrow to talk about Kelly." Oh, shit... Had Kelly said something to her mother? Was Sandy suspicious about the amount of time Kelly had been spending away from home? Shit, shit, shit. If she was suspicious, the worst thing I could do was seem like I was avoiding her.
"Sure, what's a good time for you?
"Early afternoon would be best. Maybe about 1:00. I was thinking we could meet at the coffee house on 50th and have a cup of coffee while we talked."
"Sounds good, I'll see you at one tomorrow." Shit, shit, shit.
*****
Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well Friday night, and I was pretty twitchy Saturday morning, too. Tamara commented on how nervous I was acting, and even Mary, who didn't notice much lately, seemed to know that something was up.
I got to the coffee house a few minutes before 1:00, ordered an espresso, and picked out a table in the corner, sitting on a bench against the wall. Sandy walked in a couple of minutes later, saw me, and gave me a big smile and a wave. She didn't look like she was going to rip me a new asshole or put me in prison, but you never know. She motioned toward the counter to let me know she was going to get something to drink, and a minute later settled into the chair across from me.
She apparently didn't believe in preliminary small talk. "Michael, I'm worried about Kelly. She almost never comes home, and I know she's fooling around with drugs and boys. I just don't seem to be able to communicate with her. I know she spends a lot of time with Tamara, and she seems to have a good relationship with you." Damn, woman, if you had any idea! "I thought maybe you could give me some advice about how to handle her."
I figuratively breathed the biggest sigh of relief of my life. Sandy wasn't suspicious about my relationship with Kelly, she actually thought I might be able to give her some parenting tips! In fact, maybe I could, because I'd heard enough from Kelly, both when we were together and when Kelly was hanging out with Tamara, to know that the biggest problem was Kelly didn't think she could talk to her mother, confide in her, because she was convinced Sandy would never understand any of the things she did, and would always get angry. I tried to explain this to Sandy without upsetting her. She seemed to take it fairly well, and I was beginning to think our little meeting might actually accomplish something.
After we'd talked things out for about 15 minutes, Sandy said, "You want more coffee? My treat."
"Sure, double espresso."
"I'll run up and get it."
When she came back with our drinks, Sandy plopped down on the bench next to me, instead of across the table. I suddenly realized that I'd never heard Kelly talk about her father, and had no idea of Sandy's marital status. She knew I was married, of course, so I was probably just seeing things that weren't there. On the other hand, my feelings about that type of thing had been pretty accurate lately. Unfortunately.
"So, how do you think I could start getting her to trust me?" Sandy asked.
"Just try asking her about what she's doing, and don't jump on her if it's not exactly what you want her to be doing. Then maybe she'll open up to you a little more."
"Yeah, but I can't talk to her if I never see her. Hey, maybe you and your wife and Tamara could come over for dinner sometime. If Tamara's there, Kelly will stay home. And maybe if you guys are there she'll be civil if I try to talk to her."
"That might work. I'll check with Mary and Tamara and see if I can find a night that would be good for everybody, and let you know."
"Great! I'm really glad we had this talk, Michael, I think it's going to help. I better get going now, I've got errands to run this afternoon." She gave my hand a squeeze as she got up to go. No, Michael, she is not trying to come onto you. And if she does, run away as fast as you can possibly manage. You need more women to worry about like you need to face the Spanish Inquisition.
Unfortunately, that was about to take a big drop in importance on my list. I was just getting into the car to head home when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara.
"Dad, something's wrong with mom! She collapsed, and I'm not sure she's breathing! Daddy, what should I do?!"
"I'm on the way home, honey, but call 911, right now. I'll see you in a few minutes."
I got home just as the ambulance was pulling up. Tamara was in a panic, and I held her to try to calm her down. The paramedics had Mary on a gurney and were wheeling her out the door. One of them turned to me and said, "She's breathing, but she's had some kind of seizure. They'll be able to tell more at the hospital. We're taking her to Memorial."
I managed to get Tamara calmed down enough to get her into the car so we could follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Waiting. Too much waiting. That's always the problem during any trip to the hospital. I was vaguely aware of Tamara sitting next to me clinging to my arm. Then of her talking to someone on the phone, Kelly from the way the conversation was going. People wandering in and out. The various indistinguishable sounds of a hospital always in the background.
Finally, a doctor appeared, middle-aged, undistinguished looking. He introduced himself, then got down to business.
"Your wife's seizure was caused by the amount of alcohol in her system. We have her stabilized now. She should be all right, long term, but it will be a long process, and she'll have to stay away from drinking. She's going to have to stay here for a few days, then she should go into a residential treatment center for at least a month. I can't emphasize too strongly how important it is that she stop drinking."
"I know. I'm not the one you have to convince."
Tamara and I were able to see her briefly, although she was still pretty much out of it. We then headed home. There really wasn't much we could do at the hospital besides make ourselves crazy.
We were just sitting around, not really doing anything, when the phone rang.
"Michael, it's Sandy. Kelly told me about what happened, and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."
"Thanks. I appreciate the thought. There's not really much any of us can do right now."
"Would it help if you and Tamara came over for dinner? You could at least get out of the house for a bit."
I checked with Tamara, and she thought it might be a good idea, so we found ourselves having ham and scalloped potatoes with Sandy and Kelly. If you didn't know the background, you'd have thought it was a really happy, homey family dinner. Tamara seemed really relaxed, and Sandy and Kelly treated each other like human beings. We'd gotten the dinner that Sandy and I had talked about, but the circumstances weren't exactly what we'd had in mind. And Sandy might not have been such a good host if she'd known her daughter was fucking both of her guests. (Actually, I didn't know if Kelly was actually fucking Tamara or not, having no idea if what I'd seen between them was a one-time thing, or part of something larger. What Kelly and I had going on, though, was definitely more than a one-night-stand.)
*****
On Sunday morning, Tamara and I went to the hospital to see Mary. She looked better, but still pretty ragged. Tamara did most of the talking. I felt uncomfortable pretty quickly. Mary and I hadn't had much of a marriage for some time now, and, although I felt guilty about it, I wasn't really sure I belonged there. Tamara came to my rescue.
"Mom, Dad's got to go now, he's got some things he needs to take care of. But I'm going to stay here pretty much all day, and he'll come and pick me up later." I shot Tamara a grateful look, hoping Mary didn't notice. I knew Tamara would want to spend as much time as she could with her mother. They'd always been close, in spite of Mary's shortcomings as a parent. And now, if Mary went into rehab, Tamara wouldn't see her for at least a month. If she didn't go into rehab... Well, I didn't want to think about that.
I headed home, and not long after I walked in the door my cell phone rang. It was Kelly.
"Michael, are you alone?"
"Yeah, Tamara's at the hospital with her mother."
"Good, 'cause I've got something you need." I heard a hissing intake of breath, letting me know that Kelly had pot that she wanted to share. I was in no condition to resist.
She got there within a few minutes. We settled down on the couch, Kelly pulled out a joint, and we were soon on our way to the land of the crispy. It was very reminiscent of the first night that we'd had sex.
At some point after we were blissfully fried, Kelly turned to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "You want me, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then take me." I should have been laughing my ass off at that, especially since I was stoned. It was the ultimate cliche from a bad porno movie. But humor wasn't really a big part of my life at that point, so instead of laughing, I grab her hair with one hand, pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, and we started clawing at each other's clothes. Being high made us clumsy, and it took a while for us to strip each other; that we managed to laugh about. Before too long, though, we were naked on the couch, and I was sliding into Kelly. I wasn't gentle, but then Kelly had never really wanted me to be. I was pounding into her roughly, and she was obviously loving it. Her breathing was ragged, and she was moaning, as I drove my cock into her pussy, while at the same time kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.
"I'm gonna cum, Michael, fuck me hard! Yes, god, yes!" Kelly stiffened, then shook and clutched at me, pulling me tighter. Her orgasm washed over her, and she gasped several times before relaxing back against the couch with a sigh.
I pulled my cock out of her and began to move up toward her head.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to cum in your mouth, baby."
Before I reached her mouth, I made a stop at her tits. I brushed the head of my cock against her nipples, and Kelly purred in appreciation. With that encouragement, I began rubbing first the head, and then my entire dick, over Kelly's tits. I slid it into the hollow between her tits, pressed them together with my hands and began tit-fucking her. Kelly, moaning again, replaced my hands with hers, holding her tits together around my cock as I rocked it back and forth. Kelly leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue, brushing the tip over the head of my cock as I stroked up toward her face. It was an incredible feeling, my cock trapped between Kelly's big, firm tits, while her tongue teased the head. It didn't take long until I was ready to blow.
"I'm ready to cum, baby, open your mouth." Kelly did as she was told, and I moved the rest of the way up and pushed my cock between her lips. She sucked hard, and ran her tongue the length of my cock as I drove it into her mouth. The head of my cock wedged against the back of her throat, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I shivered as my balls poured my cum out through my cock, into Kelly's mouth and down her throat. She gulped reflexively, swallowing everything I shot into her.
We curled up on the couch together, and I began to wonder just how morally bankrupt I had managed to become. If only I'd known how much farther I could fall.
*****
Part 5
When I picked Tamara up at the hospital that evening, she was feeling pretty depressed. She didn't say much of anything, which wasn't like her. We had a quiet dinner, and I read a little while Tamara tried to get interested in a TV show, without much success. By about 8:00, Tamara had headed for her bedroom, and I was left to contemplate what was happening to my life, which was not exactly what I wanted to be doing.
About 9:00 I went to my bedroom and started getting ready to crash. The past few days had taken enough of a toll on me that I'd probably be able to sleep even that early. I'd stripped down to my underwear and was just about ready to sack out when the door to the bedroom opened and Tamara walked in. She was dressed for bed, too, wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of panties. I hadn't seen her like that since... well, since she was too young for seeing her in such a skimpy outfit to have an affect on me.
"Dad, I know mom needs to take care of her drinking, and she'll have to be gone for a while. But when she's done with that, will she be coming back home? Ever?"
Maybe I should have lied, to reassure her. I wasn't in the mood, and she was old enough and mature enough to know the truth anyway.
"I honestly don't know, honey. Maybe she will, but we might all decide that it's best if she doesn't."
Please, get this conversation over quickly, I don't need what's starting to happen to my body as I look at my little girl... No such luck. Tamara walked over to me, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me.
"Daddy, I'm worried."
"Me, too, honey." Although what I was mostly worried about was that Tamara would feel the rising of my dick, which, as usual, had a mind of its own. It was almost fully erect now, straining against my briefs, and, to my horror, Tamara hugged me even tighter, her head resting on my chest, her body moving closer against mine. The memory of Tamara's naked body writhing on the floor while Kelly ate her pussy flashed through my mind. I could feel my stiff cock pressing against her belly, only her T-shirt and my briefs separating us. Tamara must be able to feel it, too. She'll finally know what a disgusting pervert her father has become.
I couldn't believe what I felt next. Tamara's pelvis arched out against me, her crotch moving against my hard rod. It must have been my imagination, that couldn't really have happened. But there it was again, and this time I thought I heard her whimper into my chest.
I looked down at Tamara. As I did she moved her head off my chest and lifted it up to me. I bent down. My lips brushed against hers. I felt her mouth open slightly and extended my tongue, first licking lightly over her lips, then entering her mouth. I heard the soft whimper again, this time definitely not my imagination. Something in the back of my brain screamed at me to stop. My cock paid no attention. Neither did my hands, which lifted up Tamara's T-shirt and rose to her breasts, circling them, squeezing with a milking motion, then softly pinching her nipples. Another whimper from Tamara. I felt Tamara's hand steal inside my briefs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking slowly. After a few seconds, I took her wrist in my hand, pulled her hand away from my cock, and stepped back, breaking off our kiss.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Everything. What we're doing. That we're doing it while your mother is in the hospital. Most of all, that I'm enjoying it so much. Of course, I was too far gone to even consider saying that and ending this mess right now.
"Nothing, honey, it's just that if you keep that up very long, I'm going to cum all over your hand."
What I wanted to do next was throw Tamara onto the bed and stick my cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. But I wanted to make sure she'd have an orgasm, and I didn't know if she was still a virgin or not, so I thought I'd better start with something other than just fucking her hard and fast. Yeah, my brain would still work to figure something like that out, just not on anything that would be really useful.
I did pick Tamara up and throw her onto the bed, so her legs were dangling off the side, and pulled her panties off in the same motion. I got my first actual look at my daughter's pussy; Kelly's head had blocked it when I'd seen them on the floor together. She had blond hair there, too, not trimmed or shaved, but naturally fairly sparse. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing, waiting for me to do something.
With no more preliminaries, I knelt on the floor next to the bed, spread Tamara's legs apart, and lowered my face to her pelvis. I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs and pressed my mouth tightly against her opening. She was already incredibly wet. Tamara gasped as my tongue licked around the inside of her lips, then moaned when pushed my tongue out into her cunt and began tongue-fucking her. I was overwhelmed by my daughter's taste and smell. Tamara was thrusting her pelvis against my mouth in time to the strokes of my tongue, and each time my tongue entered her, she breathed out a short, sharp gasp.
"God, Daddy, that's soooo good! Mmmmmm!"
After a minute or so, I slid my tongue down to the strip of flesh separating her pussy from her asshole, licked it, then slowly tongued the length of her slit, touching every inch of it, until I finally flicked the tip of my tongue over Tamara's clit. Her body tensed, then relaxed.
"Fuuuuck. Oh fuck," she moaned.
I repeated that motion several times, each time letting my tongue linger on her clit a little longer. Tamara's back was starting to arch up off the bed, then flop back down, driving her pelvis even harder against my mouth. Her breathing was ragged, the gasps and moans louder and more frequent. I slid my hands under Tamara's ass and spread her cheeks out slightly, and the next time my tongue wandered to the bottom of her slit I let it go farther, down to her anus. Tamara jerked when my tongue moved against the tight, puckered opening of her ass. I ran my tongue around the rim, then spread her slightly more and shoved the tip of my tongue through the opening into my daughter's ass. Her hips bucked.
"Daaaaddyyyyy!"
Pulling my tongue from her ass, I again licked the length of Tamara's pussy. This time instead of swirling my tongue around her clit, I fastened my lips on it and sucked. At the same time I placed two fingertips against the lips of her pussy and one against the rim of her asshole, and began lightly massaging her two openings.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
I felt Tamara's body start to tremble, and knew she was ready. At the same time, I fastened my teeth on Tamara's clit and bit down lightly and thrust my fingers into her, two into her pussy, one into her ass.
"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!" Tamara's entire body spasmed. She grabbed my head in her hands and held my mouth tight against her clit. Her legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. As she shook I continued to suck on her clit, and curled my fingers inside her cunt and anus, feeling her muscles clamping down on me. Her back arched up off the bed. Gasp after gasp of air exploded form her lungs. Finally, Tamara's body relaxed back on the bed. She let go of me with her hands and legs, and lay there breathing heavily. I stood up and looked down at the incredible sight of her naked body on my bed.
"God, Daddy, I didn't know anything could be that good!" I resisted the impulse to ask her if I was better than Kelly.
"There's more to come," I said as I positioned myself over her.
"I want your cock!" She obviously knew what I'd been talking about.
I scooted Tamara around on the bed so her legs weren't trailing off the side, and knelt over her. I positioned the head of my cock against the mouth of her pussy. I slipped the head just inside, forcing her open. I groaned as I felt her pussy grip me, and Tamara mewled. I pushed in slowly, until I felt what I was looking for as my cock bumped up against her cherry. Tamara was a virgin, and now I knew what to expect, even if she probably didn't. Tamara had let out a big sigh as I entered her up to her hymen, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I simply couldn't wait or take things slow any longer. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside Tamara again, then drove the entire length of it into her pussy, popping her cherry.
I saw Tamara's face contort in pain. "It hurts, Daddy."
"I know, honey, try to relax as much as you can."
I began stroking into her as slowly as I could, which wasn't as slow as I should have. I just didn't have too much control left. I watched Tamara wince in pain at each stroke, and heard her groan. Then, slowly, after a few strokes, the wincing was replaced by a relaxed expression; the pain must be starting to fade. The groans turned to moans. Eventually Tamara's face began to register pleasure, and I knew she was changing from someone who was being fucked to someone who was fucking. There were more moans, now, along with occasional gasps of "Yes!" and her pelvis was beginning to rock against mine. For me, the feeling was incredible. She was tight, her pussy giving my cock lots of friction, with the feeling being intensified by the fact that she was my daughter, and a virgin.
Then, suddenly, it was over. It hit me suddenly with no warning, and I didn't have time to try to hold back. My cum erupted out of me and into Tamara's pussy, spurt after spurt, filling her up. As my body shook, I was barely able to brace myself with my arms to keep from collapsing on top of Tamara. My dick quickly went limp and slid out of Tamara's cunt.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it back any more. I wanted it to last longer, you looked like you were just starting to enjoy it."
"It's OK, Daddy, you already made me cum with your mouth."
"Yeah, but I wanted to make you cum with my cock, too." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my own daughter.
"Then come up here and let's get you ready to try again." Tamara winked at me and giggled.
I moved up so I was straddling Tamara's shoulders, with my cock hovering above her face. She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, and I guided myself into her mouth. Tamara may have never had a cock in her pussy before, but this was definitely not the first time she'd had one in her mouth. She took my entire limp dick in. Her lips formed a seal around me. Her tongue swirled around my cock. Her teeth raked over my skin, providing extra stimulation. And she sucked. Hard. My cock was almost immediately on its way back to a useful condition, enough that I could start thrusting into her mouth. Withing seconds I was raring to go again, and backed away from Tamara's mouth.
"Ready for more, honey."
"Yes!"
This time Tamara's pussy took my cock easily, with no resistance, while still gripping me tightly. There was no pain on Tamara's face as I began to fuck her again, it was something like ecstasy. Her head was laid back, her eyes closed, and she was breathing deeply through her mouth. Her hips moved in time with mine, making sure that I was buried completely inside her with each stroke.
"God, Daddy, yes, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
I did, not that I really needed the encouragement. The feel of Tamara's skin against mine; the grip of her pussy around my cock; her smell; the taste of her that was still in my mouth. Any one of these would have been enough. Together they drove me into a frenzy. I was pounding Tamara almost uncontrollably, with each thrust pulling back until I almost popped out of her, then driving all the way back in again. And I was doing it all faster that I would have thought possible. Tamara's breathing was becoming labored. I could feel her body starting to twitch under me, as her muscles began to contract and release.
She began almost chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," in time with my thrusts, then "Yes" turned to "Fuck, fuck fuck."
I felt the muscles in her belly tense. Her pussy tightened around my cock. She gripped my shoulders and dug her fingernails into my skin, while her legs locked around my hips.
"Oooohhhh. Oooohhhh. Fucking shit, YESSSS!" Tamara's body convulsed, her head whipped wildly from side to side on the bed. If she hadn't had her legs locked around me, she'd have probably vibrated me right out of her. Wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her, until she finally gave out a contented sigh and relaxed her grip on me.
"Mmmmmmm, god, I'm glad we decided to do it again!"
This time I was the one who wasn't finished. I was still hard as a rock and needing to come. I restarted my thrusts, which had been interrupted when Tamara's orgasm had taken me hostage. I was moving more slowly now, afraid that this might be uncomfortable for Tamara after what she'd just been through. I probably should have been a more sensitive father, but I was well past being able to think much beyond my own needs. Slowing things down was about as solicitous as I could be.
At first Tamara didn't do much, probably still in recovery mode. After a bit, though, she again became a participant, her hips moving with mine, her breaths becoming shorter and faster. Her pussy still gripped my cock like a vise. Our strokes quickened again, back to their previous cadence. Tamara pulled my face down to hers and started kissing me, our tongues rolling over each other, whipping back and forth from one mouth to the other. Tamara's moans were now going straight into my mouth, causing a new set of vibrations to course through my body. I knew I was getting close, and so was Tamara. She broke off the kiss and lay back, grunting as I drove into her.
"Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Oh god, I'm going to come again! Aaaahhhh!"
Another orgasm rolled through Tamara's body, feeling to me like a slightly less intense version of the last one. She thrashed on the bed under me again, and clutched at me. This time I wasn't paying as much attention, because this time her orgasm was enough to send me over the edge. I drove in hard; the head of my cock tried to pry open Tamara's cervix, and I felt myself explode. This time I was shaking almost as hard as Tamara, as I filled her up with semen for the second time that night.
Neither of us moved for a few minutes, we just lay there with our arms around each other. My dick softened, shrank, and slid free of Tamara's body. My semen leaked from between my daughter's legs down onto the sheets. Finally, I rolled off of Tamara onto my back. Tamara curled up next to me and lay her head on my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep without saying a word. This time there were no dreams. It was just as well. There'd be nightmares aplenty in the days to come.
*****
Part 4
The next week was tortuous. Oh, there were some very nice parts, mostly involving Diana at work. After our little escapade at the party, she was being very friendly. She took every opportunity to come by my desk and flirt, and managed to bump or rub up against me more than once. At one point she even cornered me in the break room, stuck her tongue in my mouth, and got her hand into my pants. She made a circle of her thumb and forefinger, wrapped it around my cock, and got in several strokes before we heard people coming. As she headed back to her desk, she smiled sweetly and teased me by saying, "Now you've got something to look forward to!"
Even the good things with Diana had a down side, though. We were both still married, so there wasn't really much chance we were going to spend much time together away from work. Meanwhile, the rest of my life was not going well. Every time I looked at Tamara, what flashed through my mind was jerking myself off as I watched my daughter having her pussy licked by another girl. That made me think about my indiscretions with Kelly. And wish for more. And wonder if Kelly would still be interested in me after she'd had Tamara. I was a mess.
And that wasn't the worst of it. Mary was drinking even more, and I was seriously starting to worry about her health. I talked to her again about entering a rehab clinic, but she would have nothing to do with that. I'd made up my mind to do some research on whether I could get her into one against her wishes.
As if things weren't bad enough, on Friday the phone rang. When I answered it the voice on the other end was vaguely familiar.
"Michael?"
"Yes." I was curious. Only Kelly called me Michael.
"This is Sandy Posey, Kelly's mother. I was wondering if we could get together sometime tomorrow to talk about Kelly." Oh, shit... Had Kelly said something to her mother? Was Sandy suspicious about the amount of time Kelly had been spending away from home? Shit, shit, shit. If she was suspicious, the worst thing I could do was seem like I was avoiding her.
"Sure, what's a good time for you?
"Early afternoon would be best. Maybe about 1:00. I was thinking we could meet at the coffee house on 50th and have a cup of coffee while we talked."
"Sounds good, I'll see you at one tomorrow." Shit, shit, shit.
*****
Needless to say, I didn't sleep very well Friday night, and I was pretty twitchy Saturday morning, too. Tamara commented on how nervous I was acting, and even Mary, who didn't notice much lately, seemed to know that something was up.
I got to the coffee house a few minutes before 1:00, ordered an espresso, and picked out a table in the corner, sitting on a bench against the wall. Sandy walked in a couple of minutes later, saw me, and gave me a big smile and a wave. She didn't look like she was going to rip me a new asshole or put me in prison, but you never know. She motioned toward the counter to let me know she was going to get something to drink, and a minute later settled into the chair across from me.
She apparently didn't believe in preliminary small talk. "Michael, I'm worried about Kelly. She almost never comes home, and I know she's fooling around with drugs and boys. I just don't seem to be able to communicate with her. I know she spends a lot of time with Tamara, and she seems to have a good relationship with you." Damn, woman, if you had any idea! "I thought maybe you could give me some advice about how to handle her."
I figuratively breathed the biggest sigh of relief of my life. Sandy wasn't suspicious about my relationship with Kelly, she actually thought I might be able to give her some parenting tips! In fact, maybe I could, because I'd heard enough from Kelly, both when we were together and when Kelly was hanging out with Tamara, to know that the biggest problem was Kelly didn't think she could talk to her mother, confide in her, because she was convinced Sandy would never understand any of the things she did, and would always get angry. I tried to explain this to Sandy without upsetting her. She seemed to take it fairly well, and I was beginning to think our little meeting might actually accomplish something.
After we'd talked things out for about 15 minutes, Sandy said, "You want more coffee? My treat."
"Sure, double espresso."
"I'll run up and get it."
When she came back with our drinks, Sandy plopped down on the bench next to me, instead of across the table. I suddenly realized that I'd never heard Kelly talk about her father, and had no idea of Sandy's marital status. She knew I was married, of course, so I was probably just seeing things that weren't there. On the other hand, my feelings about that type of thing had been pretty accurate lately. Unfortunately.
"So, how do you think I could start getting her to trust me?" Sandy asked.
"Just try asking her about what she's doing, and don't jump on her if it's not exactly what you want her to be doing. Then maybe she'll open up to you a little more."
"Yeah, but I can't talk to her if I never see her. Hey, maybe you and your wife and Tamara could come over for dinner sometime. If Tamara's there, Kelly will stay home. And maybe if you guys are there she'll be civil if I try to talk to her."
"That might work. I'll check with Mary and Tamara and see if I can find a night that would be good for everybody, and let you know."
"Great! I'm really glad we had this talk, Michael, I think it's going to help. I better get going now, I've got errands to run this afternoon." She gave my hand a squeeze as she got up to go. No, Michael, she is not trying to come onto you. And if she does, run away as fast as you can possibly manage. You need more women to worry about like you need to face the Spanish Inquisition.
Unfortunately, that was about to take a big drop in importance on my list. I was just getting into the car to head home when my cell phone rang. It was Tamara.
"Dad, something's wrong with mom! She collapsed, and I'm not sure she's breathing! Daddy, what should I do?!"
"I'm on the way home, honey, but call 911, right now. I'll see you in a few minutes."
I got home just as the ambulance was pulling up. Tamara was in a panic, and I held her to try to calm her down. The paramedics had Mary on a gurney and were wheeling her out the door. One of them turned to me and said, "She's breathing, but she's had some kind of seizure. They'll be able to tell more at the hospital. We're taking her to Memorial."
I managed to get Tamara calmed down enough to get her into the car so we could follow the ambulance to the hospital.
Waiting. Too much waiting. That's always the problem during any trip to the hospital. I was vaguely aware of Tamara sitting next to me clinging to my arm. Then of her talking to someone on the phone, Kelly from the way the conversation was going. People wandering in and out. The various indistinguishable sounds of a hospital always in the background.
Finally, a doctor appeared, middle-aged, undistinguished looking. He introduced himself, then got down to business.
"Your wife's seizure was caused by the amount of alcohol in her system. We have her stabilized now. She should be all right, long term, but it will be a long process, and she'll have to stay away from drinking. She's going to have to stay here for a few days, then she should go into a residential treatment center for at least a month. I can't emphasize too strongly how important it is that she stop drinking."
"I know. I'm not the one you have to convince."
Tamara and I were able to see her briefly, although she was still pretty much out of it. We then headed home. There really wasn't much we could do at the hospital besides make ourselves crazy.
We were just sitting around, not really doing anything, when the phone rang.
"Michael, it's Sandy. Kelly told me about what happened, and I just wanted to let you know how sorry I am. If there's anything I can do, please let me know."
"Thanks. I appreciate the thought. There's not really much any of us can do right now."
"Would it help if you and Tamara came over for dinner? You could at least get out of the house for a bit."
I checked with Tamara, and she thought it might be a good idea, so we found ourselves having ham and scalloped potatoes with Sandy and Kelly. If you didn't know the background, you'd have thought it was a really happy, homey family dinner. Tamara seemed really relaxed, and Sandy and Kelly treated each other like human beings. We'd gotten the dinner that Sandy and I had talked about, but the circumstances weren't exactly what we'd had in mind. And Sandy might not have been such a good host if she'd known her daughter was fucking both of her guests. (Actually, I didn't know if Kelly was actually fucking Tamara or not, having no idea if what I'd seen between them was a one-time thing, or part of something larger. What Kelly and I had going on, though, was definitely more than a one-night-stand.)
*****
On Sunday morning, Tamara and I went to the hospital to see Mary. She looked better, but still pretty ragged. Tamara did most of the talking. I felt uncomfortable pretty quickly. Mary and I hadn't had much of a marriage for some time now, and, although I felt guilty about it, I wasn't really sure I belonged there. Tamara came to my rescue.
"Mom, Dad's got to go now, he's got some things he needs to take care of. But I'm going to stay here pretty much all day, and he'll come and pick me up later." I shot Tamara a grateful look, hoping Mary didn't notice. I knew Tamara would want to spend as much time as she could with her mother. They'd always been close, in spite of Mary's shortcomings as a parent. And now, if Mary went into rehab, Tamara wouldn't see her for at least a month. If she didn't go into rehab... Well, I didn't want to think about that.
I headed home, and not long after I walked in the door my cell phone rang. It was Kelly.
"Michael, are you alone?"
"Yeah, Tamara's at the hospital with her mother."
"Good, 'cause I've got something you need." I heard a hissing intake of breath, letting me know that Kelly had pot that she wanted to share. I was in no condition to resist.
She got there within a few minutes. We settled down on the couch, Kelly pulled out a joint, and we were soon on our way to the land of the crispy. It was very reminiscent of the first night that we'd had sex.
At some point after we were blissfully fried, Kelly turned to me, looked into my eyes, and said, "You want me, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Then take me." I should have been laughing my ass off at that, especially since I was stoned. It was the ultimate cliche from a bad porno movie. But humor wasn't really a big part of my life at that point, so instead of laughing, I grab her hair with one hand, pulled her to me, and crushed my lips against hers. She moaned into my mouth, and we started clawing at each other's clothes. Being high made us clumsy, and it took a while for us to strip each other; that we managed to laugh about. Before too long, though, we were naked on the couch, and I was sliding into Kelly. I wasn't gentle, but then Kelly had never really wanted me to be. I was pounding into her roughly, and she was obviously loving it. Her breathing was ragged, and she was moaning, as I drove my cock into her pussy, while at the same time kneading her breasts and pinching her nipples.
"I'm gonna cum, Michael, fuck me hard! Yes, god, yes!" Kelly stiffened, then shook and clutched at me, pulling me tighter. Her orgasm washed over her, and she gasped several times before relaxing back against the couch with a sigh.
I pulled my cock out of her and began to move up toward her head.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to cum in your mouth, baby."
Before I reached her mouth, I made a stop at her tits. I brushed the head of my cock against her nipples, and Kelly purred in appreciation. With that encouragement, I began rubbing first the head, and then my entire dick, over Kelly's tits. I slid it into the hollow between her tits, pressed them together with my hands and began tit-fucking her. Kelly, moaning again, replaced my hands with hers, holding her tits together around my cock as I rocked it back and forth. Kelly leaned her head forward and stuck out her tongue, brushing the tip over the head of my cock as I stroked up toward her face. It was an incredible feeling, my cock trapped between Kelly's big, firm tits, while her tongue teased the head. It didn't take long until I was ready to blow.
"I'm ready to cum, baby, open your mouth." Kelly did as she was told, and I moved the rest of the way up and pushed my cock between her lips. She sucked hard, and ran her tongue the length of my cock as I drove it into her mouth. The head of my cock wedged against the back of her throat, and that was enough to push me over the edge. I shivered as my balls poured my cum out through my cock, into Kelly's mouth and down her throat. She gulped reflexively, swallowing everything I shot into her.
We curled up on the couch together, and I began to wonder just how morally bankrupt I had managed to become. If only I'd known how much farther I could fall.
*****
Part 5
When I picked Tamara up at the hospital that evening, she was feeling pretty depressed. She didn't say much of anything, which wasn't like her. We had a quiet dinner, and I read a little while Tamara tried to get interested in a TV show, without much success. By about 8:00, Tamara had headed for her bedroom, and I was left to contemplate what was happening to my life, which was not exactly what I wanted to be doing.
About 9:00 I went to my bedroom and started getting ready to crash. The past few days had taken enough of a toll on me that I'd probably be able to sleep even that early. I'd stripped down to my underwear and was just about ready to sack out when the door to the bedroom opened and Tamara walked in. She was dressed for bed, too, wearing just a T-shirt and a pair of panties. I hadn't seen her like that since... well, since she was too young for seeing her in such a skimpy outfit to have an affect on me.
"Dad, I know mom needs to take care of her drinking, and she'll have to be gone for a while. But when she's done with that, will she be coming back home? Ever?"
Maybe I should have lied, to reassure her. I wasn't in the mood, and she was old enough and mature enough to know the truth anyway.
"I honestly don't know, honey. Maybe she will, but we might all decide that it's best if she doesn't."
Please, get this conversation over quickly, I don't need what's starting to happen to my body as I look at my little girl... No such luck. Tamara walked over to me, put her arms around my neck, and hugged me.
"Daddy, I'm worried."
"Me, too, honey." Although what I was mostly worried about was that Tamara would feel the rising of my dick, which, as usual, had a mind of its own. It was almost fully erect now, straining against my briefs, and, to my horror, Tamara hugged me even tighter, her head resting on my chest, her body moving closer against mine. The memory of Tamara's naked body writhing on the floor while Kelly ate her pussy flashed through my mind. I could feel my stiff cock pressing against her belly, only her T-shirt and my briefs separating us. Tamara must be able to feel it, too. She'll finally know what a disgusting pervert her father has become.
I couldn't believe what I felt next. Tamara's pelvis arched out against me, her crotch moving against my hard rod. It must have been my imagination, that couldn't really have happened. But there it was again, and this time I thought I heard her whimper into my chest.
I looked down at Tamara. As I did she moved her head off my chest and lifted it up to me. I bent down. My lips brushed against hers. I felt her mouth open slightly and extended my tongue, first licking lightly over her lips, then entering her mouth. I heard the soft whimper again, this time definitely not my imagination. Something in the back of my brain screamed at me to stop. My cock paid no attention. Neither did my hands, which lifted up Tamara's T-shirt and rose to her breasts, circling them, squeezing with a milking motion, then softly pinching her nipples. Another whimper from Tamara. I felt Tamara's hand steal inside my briefs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and began stroking slowly. After a few seconds, I took her wrist in my hand, pulled her hand away from my cock, and stepped back, breaking off our kiss.
"What's wrong, daddy?" Everything. What we're doing. That we're doing it while your mother is in the hospital. Most of all, that I'm enjoying it so much. Of course, I was too far gone to even consider saying that and ending this mess right now.
"Nothing, honey, it's just that if you keep that up very long, I'm going to cum all over your hand."
What I wanted to do next was throw Tamara onto the bed and stick my cock as deep into her pussy as it would go. But I wanted to make sure she'd have an orgasm, and I didn't know if she was still a virgin or not, so I thought I'd better start with something other than just fucking her hard and fast. Yeah, my brain would still work to figure something like that out, just not on anything that would be really useful.
I did pick Tamara up and throw her onto the bed, so her legs were dangling off the side, and pulled her panties off in the same motion. I got my first actual look at my daughter's pussy; Kelly's head had blocked it when I'd seen them on the floor together. She had blond hair there, too, not trimmed or shaved, but naturally fairly sparse. I could see the lips of her pussy pulsing, waiting for me to do something.
With no more preliminaries, I knelt on the floor next to the bed, spread Tamara's legs apart, and lowered my face to her pelvis. I opened her pussy lips with my thumbs and pressed my mouth tightly against her opening. She was already incredibly wet. Tamara gasped as my tongue licked around the inside of her lips, then moaned when pushed my tongue out into her cunt and began tongue-fucking her. I was overwhelmed by my daughter's taste and smell. Tamara was thrusting her pelvis against my mouth in time to the strokes of my tongue, and each time my tongue entered her, she breathed out a short, sharp gasp.
"God, Daddy, that's soooo good! Mmmmmm!"
After a minute or so, I slid my tongue down to the strip of flesh separating her pussy from her asshole, licked it, then slowly tongued the length of her slit, touching every inch of it, until I finally flicked the tip of my tongue over Tamara's clit. Her body tensed, then relaxed.
"Fuuuuck. Oh fuck," she moaned.
I repeated that motion several times, each time letting my tongue linger on her clit a little longer. Tamara's back was starting to arch up off the bed, then flop back down, driving her pelvis even harder against my mouth. Her breathing was ragged, the gasps and moans louder and more frequent. I slid my hands under Tamara's ass and spread her cheeks out slightly, and the next time my tongue wandered to the bottom of her slit I let it go farther, down to her anus. Tamara jerked when my tongue moved against the tight, puckered opening of her ass. I ran my tongue around the rim, then spread her slightly more and shoved the tip of my tongue through the opening into my daughter's ass. Her hips bucked.
"Daaaaddyyyyy!"
Pulling my tongue from her ass, I again licked the length of Tamara's pussy. This time instead of swirling my tongue around her clit, I fastened my lips on it and sucked. At the same time I placed two fingertips against the lips of her pussy and one against the rim of her asshole, and began lightly massaging her two openings.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god!"
I felt Tamara's body start to tremble, and knew she was ready. At the same time, I fastened my teeth on Tamara's clit and bit down lightly and thrust my fingers into her, two into her pussy, one into her ass.
"Oh fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming!" Tamara's entire body spasmed. She grabbed my head in her hands and held my mouth tight against her clit. Her legs wrapped around my neck and shoulders. As she shook I continued to suck on her clit, and curled my fingers inside her cunt and anus, feeling her muscles clamping down on me. Her back arched up off the bed. Gasp after gasp of air exploded form her lungs. Finally, Tamara's body relaxed back on the bed. She let go of me with her hands and legs, and lay there breathing heavily. I stood up and looked down at the incredible sight of her naked body on my bed.
"God, Daddy, I didn't know anything could be that good!" I resisted the impulse to ask her if I was better than Kelly.
"There's more to come," I said as I positioned myself over her.
"I want your cock!" She obviously knew what I'd been talking about.
I scooted Tamara around on the bed so her legs weren't trailing off the side, and knelt over her. I positioned the head of my cock against the mouth of her pussy. I slipped the head just inside, forcing her open. I groaned as I felt her pussy grip me, and Tamara mewled. I pushed in slowly, until I felt what I was looking for as my cock bumped up against her cherry. Tamara was a virgin, and now I knew what to expect, even if she probably didn't. Tamara had let out a big sigh as I entered her up to her hymen, and I felt her pussy tighten around my cock. I simply couldn't wait or take things slow any longer. I pulled back until just the head of my cock was inside Tamara again, then drove the entire length of it into her pussy, popping her cherry.
I saw Tamara's face contort in pain. "It hurts, Daddy."
"I know, honey, try to relax as much as you can."
I began stroking into her as slowly as I could, which wasn't as slow as I should have. I just didn't have too much control left. I watched Tamara wince in pain at each stroke, and heard her groan. Then, slowly, after a few strokes, the wincing was replaced by a relaxed expression; the pain must be starting to fade. The groans turned to moans. Eventually Tamara's face began to register pleasure, and I knew she was changing from someone who was being fucked to someone who was fucking. There were more moans, now, along with occasional gasps of "Yes!" and her pelvis was beginning to rock against mine. For me, the feeling was incredible. She was tight, her pussy giving my cock lots of friction, with the feeling being intensified by the fact that she was my daughter, and a virgin.
Then, suddenly, it was over. It hit me suddenly with no warning, and I didn't have time to try to hold back. My cum erupted out of me and into Tamara's pussy, spurt after spurt, filling her up. As my body shook, I was barely able to brace myself with my arms to keep from collapsing on top of Tamara. My dick quickly went limp and slid out of Tamara's cunt.
"Honey, I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold it back any more. I wanted it to last longer, you looked like you were just starting to enjoy it."
"It's OK, Daddy, you already made me cum with your mouth."
"Yeah, but I wanted to make you cum with my cock, too." I couldn't believe I was having this conversation with my own daughter.
"Then come up here and let's get you ready to try again." Tamara winked at me and giggled.
I moved up so I was straddling Tamara's shoulders, with my cock hovering above her face. She propped herself up on her elbows and opened her mouth, and I guided myself into her mouth. Tamara may have never had a cock in her pussy before, but this was definitely not the first time she'd had one in her mouth. She took my entire limp dick in. Her lips formed a seal around me. Her tongue swirled around my cock. Her teeth raked over my skin, providing extra stimulation. And she sucked. Hard. My cock was almost immediately on its way back to a useful condition, enough that I could start thrusting into her mouth. Withing seconds I was raring to go again, and backed away from Tamara's mouth.
"Ready for more, honey."
"Yes!"
This time Tamara's pussy took my cock easily, with no resistance, while still gripping me tightly. There was no pain on Tamara's face as I began to fuck her again, it was something like ecstasy. Her head was laid back, her eyes closed, and she was breathing deeply through her mouth. Her hips moved in time with mine, making sure that I was buried completely inside her with each stroke.
"God, Daddy, yes, fuck me! Fuck me as hard as you can!"
I did, not that I really needed the encouragement. The feel of Tamara's skin against mine; the grip of her pussy around my cock; her smell; the taste of her that was still in my mouth. Any one of these would have been enough. Together they drove me into a frenzy. I was pounding Tamara almost uncontrollably, with each thrust pulling back until I almost popped out of her, then driving all the way back in again. And I was doing it all faster that I would have thought possible. Tamara's breathing was becoming labored. I could feel her body starting to twitch under me, as her muscles began to contract and release.
She began almost chanting, "Yes, yes, yes," in time with my thrusts, then "Yes" turned to "Fuck, fuck fuck."
I felt the muscles in her belly tense. Her pussy tightened around my cock. She gripped my shoulders and dug her fingernails into my skin, while her legs locked around my hips.
"Oooohhhh. Oooohhhh. Fucking shit, YESSSS!" Tamara's body convulsed, her head whipped wildly from side to side on the bed. If she hadn't had her legs locked around me, she'd have probably vibrated me right out of her. Wave after wave of her orgasm washed over her, until she finally gave out a contented sigh and relaxed her grip on me.
"Mmmmmmm, god, I'm glad we decided to do it again!"
This time I was the one who wasn't finished. I was still hard as a rock and needing to come. I restarted my thrusts, which had been interrupted when Tamara's orgasm had taken me hostage. I was moving more slowly now, afraid that this might be uncomfortable for Tamara after what she'd just been through. I probably should have been a more sensitive father, but I was well past being able to think much beyond my own needs. Slowing things down was about as solicitous as I could be.
At first Tamara didn't do much, probably still in recovery mode. After a bit, though, she again became a participant, her hips moving with mine, her breaths becoming shorter and faster. Her pussy still gripped my cock like a vise. Our strokes quickened again, back to their previous cadence. Tamara pulled my face down to hers and started kissing me, our tongues rolling over each other, whipping back and forth from one mouth to the other. Tamara's moans were now going straight into my mouth, causing a new set of vibrations to course through my body. I knew I was getting close, and so was Tamara. She broke off the kiss and lay back, grunting as I drove into her.
"Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Unnnnh! Oh god, I'm going to come again! Aaaahhhh!"
Another orgasm rolled through Tamara's body, feeling to me like a slightly less intense version of the last one. She thrashed on the bed under me again, and clutched at me. This time I wasn't paying as much attention, because this time her orgasm was enough to send me over the edge. I drove in hard; the head of my cock tried to pry open Tamara's cervix, and I felt myself explode. This time I was shaking almost as hard as Tamara, as I filled her up with semen for the second time that night.
Neither of us moved for a few minutes, we just lay there with our arms around each other. My dick softened, shrank, and slid free of Tamara's body. My semen leaked from between my daughter's legs down onto the sheets. Finally, I rolled off of Tamara onto my back. Tamara curled up next to me and lay her head on my shoulder. We drifted off to sleep without saying a word. This time there were no dreams. It was just as well. There'd be nightmares aplenty in the days to come.