She squeezed her cunt lips and felt the last drops of her lubricant ooze down on his fuck stick. He was deep inside her belly; she felt him penetrate with every breath she took. His hands cupped her tits like handles as he pushed her around the floor, rutting her cunt, fucking her like a dog!
"Say it again!" Bert screamed.
"Do it! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt, my asshole!" she screamed. "Just come! Come in me! Come in my cunt!" Heidi was screaming, a wild woman beyond the fringe of sanity. Bert's driving cock tore from her slippery cunt sleeve whatever self-respect remained. She begged and groveled and wagged her hips devilishly. Her twat was hot as a furnace. It stirred up Bert's slow-cooking passion like it were an egg being whipped by a blender.
Bert was slick all over from her oozing lubricant. She was greasy as a pig. His hips were hunching and she was squealing and his cock was so hot… so Goddamn hot that he plunged one final last time into the juicy, ripe slit between her quivering thighs and with an upward burst his cock exploded.
"Gooood!" groaned Heidi as his sperm splashed her vaginal walls with the thick, sticky love message. It raced up and down her tortured channel making that tight groove of hers all sticky and slippery. It was pumped into her slot in great, spitting shots. "Ooooooo!" she gasped, his sex cream quenching her sexual fires. "Oooqoo!"
Bert had her fucking the way he liked it. Heidi moved a thousand different ways on the end of his cock, each one better than the last. He didn't want her to stop. The come slithered up through his pipe-thick cock, swelled the end with a wild, hurting throb and then exploded. He felt his orgasm coming and jammed her fuck box with a thundering stroke of hips that sent her off the floor.
"Aaaaiiieee!!" he screamed, pulling his hands away from her tits. Her cunt jumped about spastically. Her cunt closed like a fist around his cock and jerked and jerked until seed filled her twat to the brim before trickling down her red-rimmed slit and along her creamy-white thighs. He spurted and spurted, each one better than the last. He slumped against her butt and they fell down together, his dick buried in her cunt.
"Beautiful," he gasped at length. "Simply beautiful."
"Oh it was," said Heidi. She wiggled her hips and felt him slide out of her cunt. Spreading open, she pulled a leg over and grasped his limp penis. Even soft, his member was longer than the width of her palm. She cuddled in close and pushed him into her mouth. He's wonderful, she thought, sucking his penis. She felt at peace with the world and indeed she was all cuddled up in the curve of his body, her mouth cleaning and licking sperm from his cock.
Bert accepted the teasing tongue licks with a acknowledging grunt here and there. But his mind was light years away. He was thinking about a little girl in his swim class. A strong, powerful butter-flyer who liked to swim nude in the early morning when the fog was heavy across the city and her body was safe from prying eyes. All, save his own.
"Look," gasped Heidi, stroking his cock with her tongue. "I can't believe you."
"So beautiful," he said, ignoring Heidi. Though the fucking had been sensational, he felt oddly unfulfilled. It was something elusive; he couldn't put his finger on the problem. But just at the moment when his seed boiled out the tip of his cock, he felt a letdown, a lack of concentration. For several weeks, this had been going on. He thought it might be Heidi, that he might be tiring of her already. But the problem went deeper, he knew that now, even as Heidi clutched him with her hand and giggled in her high, nervous voice.
"You're hard, Bert," she was saying. "Oh, you're such a man. I can't believe it. Your dick is hard again."
And as her lips came down again, this time to suck and coddle his dick until his juice spilled down her throat, Bert remembered the girl swimming in the pool, the girl of his dreams. "Ohhhh!" he said softly, flinching under Heidi's lapping tongue. The nude swimmer's innocent face came into sharp focus, and he felt whole again.
Alice Dilly. That's who the girl was.
And Bert was excited once more. He could see her swimming, the warm pool water streaking through her thighs and between her breasts. He experienced a glowing sensation at the pit of his crotch and then a joyful, easing of tension as his sperm rushed into Heidi's greedy little mouth for a second time.
Alice Dilly, he thought wickedly. Oh, boy!
CHAPTER FOUR
Alice didn't see it until she had ridden home. The small hand cloth was all wadded up in a ball and stuck in the basket attached to the back wheel sprocket.
"That's funny," she said, picking the towel up. Her hair was wet from her morning swim and was all bundled up turban-like in a bath towel.
Parking her bike beside the house, Alice crept around back to the kitchen entrance. She gently turned the doorknob. The door swung open silently and she tippy-toed across the linoleum floor, through the hallway making sure her feet did not hit the creaking board floors and scurried into her room. Quickly, she pulled her clothes off and unraveled the towel from her head. It was late, she noticed looking at the clock. Very late.
She grabbed the towel and without thinking ran through the hallway and into the bathroom stark naked. The door was shut which should have given her a clue, but Alice was running, afraid of being late and she didn't think, until the door was opened abruptly and she stood inside. Her eyes stared incredulously at the old man sitting on the commode. Father!
His legs were splayed out and his flabby shoulders and hanging stomach seemed to fall forward. His eyes were shut and his head tilted at a strange angle, lolling back and forth while his mouth gaped open, emitting strange, primitive sounds.
Alice thought her father was in the middle of a heart attack. Then her eyes followed his arm down across his chest to his crotch where his balled fist grabbed his hard cock.
"Aaaaahhhhh, baby," he groaned. "Oh, baby, do I ever want to fuck your cunt!"
Alice stood still, unable to move at first. Her feet seemed imbedded in cement and watching her father pounding his cock into submission like a retarded pervert horrified her.
"Oh, baby," continued her father. "In your mouth. I want you to suck my dick."
He was oblivious to his daughter's presence, lost in a secret, erotic fantasy that was nearing culmination. His head rotated like a ball bearing on his neck, and his hips were pumping forward, leaving the toilet seat as his cock readied to shoot.
Incredibly, he had not noticed Alice. And as the shock wore off, she realized she had to get away. And a way in one big hurry. Alice retreated one step at a time until she was back in the hall closing the door. My God, he didn't see me, she thought joyously. It would have been a shattering experience if he had lifted his eyes. As the tension slowly unwound and her heartbeat returned to normal, Alice turned red as a beet. Her father, her very own father was in the bathroom whacking his meat! She started to giggle then slumped down on the bed, her face blushing. God, it was a vile thought! Her old, drunken father getting off on sex. Perhaps, she would even write her sister a letter explaining the incident in minute detail. My wouldn't that be a scream!
She noticed the crumpled face cloth as she rose from the bed to get dressed. Curious where it came from, she picked the cloth up and unfolded it. Inside was a soggy piece of paper. Her cherubic face, bright from her near escape and the wicked knowledge of her father's weakness, turned from a near laugh to a sob as she read the few typewritten words over and over again.
"I love you, Alice," read the note. "I love you every morning you jump in the pool and here is a token of my love." The letter was unsigned, but the soft, sticky goo on the paper could only be one thing.