0 comments/ 118111 views/ 12 favorites South Wind Ch. 1 By: conz Crimson colors exploded in Jenny Mann's head as her nightmare became more vivid. In au unending forest she was chased by demons and monster until, with a feeling of utter terror, they cornered her at the edge of a cliff, the drop being one on infinite depth. When Jenny turned to face her monsters, she found a knight in shinning armor slaying her tormentors. With trembling hands, she raised the knight's visor, standing in shock to find no one inside. With a deep gasp, Jenny was awake from the latest rerun of a nightmare that had haunted her for some five years now. Now came the evilness of the panic attack, an attack that would seem to encompass her whole being for an hour or so, leaving her with a dread of when the dream would visit her again. "What's wrong?" She heard her father whispered question from the other bed in the southern Indiana motel. "Oh, God," Jenny whispered out, choking back her tears as she realized where she was. Jenny was on her way to Broken Wing, Tennessee, a place her father had moved to some five years earlier. She was now out of school, wanting to spend her whole summer with him before starting college at Western Michigan University later that year. With a deep breath of panic, Jenny was out of her bed and sitting on the side of his bed, her arms wrapped around her mid-section as if it were the only way to hold herself together. "I had a nightmare," she moaned out. "You okay?" Her father, David Mann, asked, his hand touching her back. "No," she sobbed in reply, laying down on her right side, snuggling up against him as close as the blankets would allow. "What can I do?" Dave asked, concern dripping from his voice. "Hold me," Jenny replied, pushing a long strand of her jet black hair from her face. "I'm so cold." "Well..." Dave started to say something, but was interrupted as Jenny pushed the covers back and slid in next to his body. His naked body. "God, you're so warm," Jenny observed, finding something odd. "Oh my God, you're naked, aren't ya?" "I tried to tell ya," Dave chuckled, deciding it was a bit to late to make a big deal over it. "Want me to get up so you can put something on?" "Sure," he replied, running his left hand over her shoulder. "If it bothers you." "No, it doesn't bother me," Jenny replied, enjoying the warmth of his body heat. "I am just too scared to worry about it right now. Is that bad?" "No honey," Dave said, his fingertips brushing against his daughter's cheeks. "What was the nightmare about?" As Jenny told him of the horrid dream, Dave rolled onto his back, shook a Viceroy from the pack by the bed, lighting it from the Zippo he had kept at his side for as long as Jenny could remember. Taking deep "drag" from the cigarette, Dave slid his right arm under his daughter's neck, pulling her even closer to his warm and naked body. Jenny wiggled even closer, the touch of her thighs against his sent a shiver up her spine, but it was no shiver of cold that tickled at her brain. Jenny had laid with naked men more than once, but this was different... Much different. The times before had been after having sex and, as always the case seemed, they feel asleep while she lay in their limp arms, trying to figure out what was missing. This was missing, the holding and be listened to. She liked the touch of her father's fingertips along her right cheek and, even wilder, the almost sinful feeling of fingertips down her right arm. Jenny took a deep breath. This was nice, real nice. She decided then and there to do this more often, with or without her nightmare and panic attacks. What Jenny Mann didn't know was just how much she would be in his arms, let alone just how far the holding would carry both her father and her into a world Jenny had never thought about much. It was still dark when Jenny woke up. She lay still listening to her father's breathing as he slept flat on his back. She could feel his body through her tee shirt and panties as she squirmed a little closer to get a bit more feeling of what she knew was most forbidden. With her eyes glued to the amber numbers of the alarm clock, she let her mind run wild until, after a few minutes, her thoughts had taken hold of her body. Sure, he was her father, she rationalized, but he sure felt so much like other men. She put her fist to her mouth, smothering a giggle as her mind played games. Here was a naked man, sleeping but inches from her, that she could, if she moved very cautiously, explore a little bit. Holding her breath, Jenny let her left arm venture behind her. She felt the warmth of his upper thigh as her hand slowly moved upwards, her ears attuned to any difference in her father's breathing. She felt her pubic hair brushing against her palm as she searched out his manhood. She gasped as her hand came to what she had never touched before. With her heart pounding in her throat, she closed her hand around what seemed to be a massive cock. The ones before her father's cock now seemed to be a statement between manhood and youth. It seemed huge, hot and demanding as she left her hand roam up it's swollen shaft. Her hand ran up the hot flesh until at the very top. Her thumb played around the head a few times before she discovered something... She was wet and getting even wetter. Taking her hand from his body, Jenny slid it into her panties, searching out the "magic button" she had used many times in the past. This was wild to lay next to her father, playing at her own body as she tried to stay still enough not to wake the light sleeping man up. Faster and faster her finger moved over and around her clit. In her mind she could still feel the hard shaft in her hand. She was so close that it made her even hotter as her mind cast her forbidden fantasy. Faster and faster she worked, her hips now unable to resist moving slightly until, with a muffled gasp, Jenny felt her juices explode deep in her. Jenny lay there, fearful that she had woken her father up. Her heart pounded as she both condemned and praised herself for what she had just done. What a wild climax this fantasy had led her to as she smiled at the alarm clock. What would it be like, she thought for a second, if he were to roll her over, rip her panties off and slowly slide that big cock of his deep into her. She took a deep breath, deciding it was high time to get to the bathroom- if her shaky knees would carry her- and get cleaned up before he did awake to one horny daughter. Jenny finger herself a second time in the shower as her mind refused to calm down. She had touched what was most forbidden, her father, and it sure the hell didn't feel as forbidden as it felt exciting. As the hot water cascaded down on her, she closed her eyes, remembering every feeling her hand had just had. Her second climax was even wilder than the one she had beside her slumbering father, leaving her gasping for breath as she leaned against the blue fiberglass walls. When Jenny came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around her, she found her father laying on his back, another cigarette to his lips as he looked over at her. She took a long look at him, trying to see his eyes in order to gauge if he had any inkling of what she had done. When she decided he was not aware of her fondling him, she moved to the bed, opened her traveling case and pulled out the tightly packed clothes she planned on wearing. As she looked at the skimpy, blue panties, a thought came to her mind. "You know how much I appreciate last night?" She asked her father, turning to him and letting the towel slowly slide from her body. "Damn, Jen," Dave choked, his eyes running up and down her firm, eighteen year old body. "You sure have a way of showing it." "Bothers you?" She asked playfully, sitting down on the bed and picking up the panties. Dave looked long at her firm "C"-size breast. "I guess not," he chuckled, his mind wondering what it would be like to rap his lips around those hard, little nipples. "You just slept with your naked father. Guess there really isn't much to worry about." "So, when you want to take off?" Jenny asked, standing up and pulling the panties up, making it a good show in the meager light from the tiny bathroom. "Well, let me get some coffee, then we'll stop someplace and have a good breakfast." "You? Eat breakfast? Since when?" Jenny picked on him over the fact that he never ate enough to feed a worm when he traveled. "You in some big hurry, or something?" He questioned back, watching the firm nipples disappear under the blue bra. "No, not a hurry," Jenny replied, slipping her left arm into the blue blouse. "Actually, I kinda like getting to know you better." She gave him a taunting smile. "Well, let me take a shower and make a pot of coffee. Why don't you take the key back and see if there is any place close by that has real food." An hour later the two were on the ramp leading to the interstate. The sun was just about to rise above the distant horizon. Jenny put the velvety seat back as the big, green Cadillac accelerated into the traffic. She reach over and laid her left hand over her father's right hand as it rested on the big floor shifter. With a crooked grin, Dave wrapped his index finger over her fingertips, rubbing at them lightly as she listened to the sounds of one of his Kitaro CDs coming from the stereo. Never before had she enjoyed the music as she now did. The trip to Broken Wing seemed far too short for Jenny as they talked and joke like never before. For once in her life, Jenny was seeing her father in a whole different light. Now he wasn't the old man who listened to strange music and picked on her. Now he seemed a lot more human and a lot more interesting to talk to. She hadn't been to Broken Wing the last two years, having spent a tremendous time working hard to keep her grades up. Dave had come to see her a few times but, outside of planning this summer, they hadn't done much. She knew he backed her hard studying, but she wondered if he may have drifted away from her. Lynn, Dave's wife, was happy to see her, taking a lot of time to show Jenny around the new A-frame they had worked so hard to get. It was a very nice home, the dark colors of the wood seemed to pop out with the sunlight streaming in through the two large, glass doors flanking an equally large fireplace made of big rocks. Out the glass doors, far to the south, the deck overlooked Watts Bar Lake. What was best was the air conditioner that kept the place nice and cool, something Jenny would soon learn to appreciate. The next morning, well after Lynn had left for work, Jenny woke up hearing female voices coming from below the loft. Slipping on a pair of blue Jean shorts, she made her way to the dinning room. Dave was sitting at the table with two young females, one was Lynn's sister, the other she didn't know. Dave introduced her to Robin and Tammy. She smiled at Robin and told Tammy how much she had changed since she had last seen her. Robin was short... Real short, but her firm breasts pushed out firmly against the well-worn white tee shirt. Her blonde hair cascaded well past her shoulders. Tammy, on the other hand, was almost, if not, six feet tall, had tiny little breasts and dark brown hair that flowed down to her hips. As the four of them talked, Jenny learnt that they got together most every morning, calling themselves the "coffee club". As she got up from the wooden chair to get herself a cup of hot coffee, she couldn't help catch a glimpse of Robin's eyes travel up and down her body. When she came back to the table Robin was looking at Dave, the look in her eyes telling a story all there own, she was more than a bit interested in him, Jenny could feel it, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she watched the girl mind fucking her father. It was then that Jenny Mann decided to take her thoughts to the next step. By noon, Dave announced that he had work to do in his writing studio. Robin offered to take Jenny with her to the aquarium in Gatlinburg for the afternoon as, with a smile, Tammy said she was going to hang out and get some sleep while everyone was gone. "Your father is neat," Tammy said when they were in the dark blue Geo Storm. "God, you all is so lucky." "Yeah, he's okay," Jenny observed, looking out at the high bluffs on her side of the road. "He sure seems to have changed a lot." Robin laughed loudly. "Well, he's always been a wild man every since I met him." "What do you mean?" Jenny asked dryly. "He's just cool for an older guy, know what I mean?" "Well, not really. He's just my father." "He's lucky I ain't his daughter," Robin said with another taunting laugh. "Why is that?" "This is the south, honey. Good men like him are not that easy to come by." Jenny gave her an odd look. What was this short girl trying to say. "Hon, you got one sexy old man. I'd sure the hell stop thinking about that crazy 'he's my father' stuff and get it on with him." "Have you?" "Nope. I think he likes it the way it is right now. He picks on me all the time, and he sure has no problem getting his eyes full. Funny, he looks at you the same way." "He acts like I'm not there most of the time." "Youens wrong about that. I watched him... He wants you." Jenny changed the subject before Robin could figure out that she had already started down the road to knowing her father much better. The rest of the day was spent exploring the aquarium with the forever chatty Robin. By the time they were headed home, the two had become friends. On the way home, they past the place where her father had spent the first year down here. A tiny, concrete block building that had become the place she loved the last two summers she had come down. Robin informed her that Dave kept it cleaned up, using it from time to time as a get away. "He hasn't spent much time here since he put that studio up, just comes over and makes sure the cats have food and water." Soon after she had gotten home, Jenny had talked Dave into letting her stay at the little block building. As soon she said she could, she rushed around getting enough girlie stuff to last her the night which, in all reality, meant about as much as her and her father could push in the trunk of the old, beat up Corsica he used to run around on the twisting, rough mountain back roads of east Tennessee. It was like old times for Jenny when her father left. The cats rubbed against her as she lay on the bed in the tiny building, listening to the air conditioner as it labored to bring the temperature down. As it grew darker out, Jenny decided to use the lamp for light, loving the softly flickering light as it grew darker and darker. As she drank from a cup of coffee, her favorite calico sitting on the bed, her eyes opening and closing as it pawed lovingly at the thick quilt. About ten that evening, Jenny saw a flash of light outside, followed a few moments later by the deep echoing of thunder. She knew how wild and wicked an east Tennessee thunderstorm could seem, and wished she had driven the old car here so she could escape what was about to descend on her. In less than half an hour, the storm was raging all around her as she set on the edge of the bed. Looking out the window towards the drive she could see a set of headlights entering the stony drive, the lights looking dimmer and more distant than they were. Peeking out the window, she saw her father get out of the car and rush towards the house, his movements cast in the almost constant flashes of lightning as the rain came down in thick sheets. "God, it is pouring out there," Dave laughed as he rushed in, rain dripping from every part of his body. "Take your shirt off," Jenny said, pulling a towel she had brought off the dull white dresser. With his shirt off, Jenny wiped at his chest, knowing this was her time to move. She wiped him dry, gave him the towel and told him to dry his hair. Reaching for the other towel, she turned and undid his pants, feeling him stiffen instantly. "Slip you shoes off," Jenny said in a matter-of-fact voice. Without a word Dave pushed the shoes off with his feet. Jenny slid the pants down as she rested on her knees, her eyes now taking in what she had only felt a couple of days before. She ran the towel over his cock, seeing that it was becoming more and more erect to the attention she was showing him with the towel. Downwards she worked over his thighs. Dave didn't move as she worked her way to his feet then, knowing he wouldn't resist her seducing him too much, worked her way back up. Tossing the towel aside, she reach out and took hold of the fully erect cock, pulled it level and bent forward, kissing at its head before she ran her tongue around it. "Hon," Dave moaned, starting to back away. "We can't do this." "Yes we can," Jenny replied, sliding her hand behind him to stop his retreat as the other hand slid up and down his hard shaft. Dave made no move to back away. He knew he wanted this bad, and had since Jenny had started to mature. Now, as the storm kept the world at bay, he knew him and his daughter were about to embark into the forbidden world of incest love. Jenny slid the cock back into her mouth, ran her tongue over it as she massaged at his balls. She found that it was as big, maybe bigger, than she had figured when she first reach back and fondled it in the motel room. Yet, there was one thing she was quickly realizing, even being her own father, this man was as much a man as any she had been with, even proving to be much more in some ways. Dave reach down as Jenny moved up and down his shaft. His hands rested lightly on her head before moving down to the light green tee shirt, pulling it up as Jenny worked him harder and harder. "Get on the bed," Dave moaned when Jenny pulled back to allow him to pull the shirt off. In an instant Jenny was on the bed, pushing her panties down as the storm howled outside. She felt the cool air surrounding her body, felt the bed move as Dave got on it then, with a loud gasping, she felt a finger slowly search out her opening, quickly sliding deep into her wetness. She opened her legs even further as he nestled between them. "God, I love you," she moaned out as her father explored her wet depths. Dave was not one to waste much time with words at times like these. He finger-massaged as much of her pussy as he could. His fingers were soon moving f8rom their deep massaging to sliding in and out, both ways keeping Jenny building in her lust. Jenny realized that no man had ever fingered her like this. The boys she had bedded had did little more than a few half-hearted stabs then, as her mind cried for more, climbed on and did what they thought was natural. Dave could catch some good glances at her heaving breasts between the violently bright lightning and the softer lamp light. They were firm, the nipples sticking up erectly as they danced around on top of what he figured maybe be "C' cup breasts. Nothing in his world were better than a woman's boobs, and size matter nothing to him. As the fingers slid in and out of her, Jenny felt her climax building as if a balloon being inflated with her lusty emotions until, in an instant, it exploded deep in her mind. She could hear her breathing over the howling wind, the angry sound of the rain as it poured down on to the metal roof and, most of all, the roar of the thunder shaking the window panes as it tempted her even deeper into sins that no longer seemed sins. "Oh, God," Jenny howled back to her father and the night as her hips lifted from the tattered quilt, opening her needs for even more of Dave's attentions. Dave watched to pretty young woman thrash about in her climax. Her hair was wrapped around her face as she gasped for breath as the fingers of his other hand found her swollen clit, forcing her- his daughter- deeper into herself. Jenny's breasts caught up in a dance of lust as they tried to keep up with both her gasping breathing and the gyrations of her body. Here was his daughter enjoying what he had to offer in the stormy night and flickering lamp light. Here was no longer sin and shame, here was now need and desire which had grown from the seeds of thoughts planted in their minds many years ago. Seeds planted and ignored so as to be able to become more like everyone else: Unhappy from trying to be like everyone else. South Wind Ch. 1 She felt his lips kissing at her wet slit. "God, no," she moaned out. "I want you in me. Please." "I need a rubber?" Dave asked, worried about breaking the spell with such a question. "No. Just make love to me. I'm on 'the pill'. Please." Dave lined his cock up with her opening. Their eyes meet in the soft glow of the lamp's light. There was nothing between them now. Their eyes song of no sins as their hearts reach out for understanding of what could be understood. Jenny's mouth opened wide as he entered her, a loud moan cast out as her father invaded her body. "Oh, God," she groaned out. "Slow, slow. Please, slow." "You okay," Dave asked, stopping his thrust. "God, you make me feel like a virgin," Jenny said, trying to smile up to him as she bit her lower lip. Dave bent over until their lips were just touching each other, brushing his from side to side on hers as he slowly lowered himself onto Jenny's taunt body. "Oh, God, that feels so good," Jenny whispered into her father's lips. "You're mighty tight, honey," Dave responded. "You sure you ain't a virgin?" "I'm not now," Jenny giggle up to him as he began his slow paced thrusting. Jenny could feel every inch of her father as he moved in and out of her. Inch by inch he made the act sinfully slow as, with his own moans, he bent his body until his lips were able to make torrid love to her hard nipples. Dave concentrated on pleasing her to her fullest yet, as he slid up and down in her passionately wet love canal, he knew this first time would never break any endurance records. He could feel her muscles tighten around his shaft as he withdrew. He could feel her breasts heaving harder and harder as his tongue stroked first one delightful nipple than the other. It took Jenny but a few moments before her body took over. Now the slight pain was more an itch... An itch which could only be satisfied by the passionate expression of the feelings growing in her head. Her hips began reaching up to his every thrusting into her wetness. Her lips moved in silent words as she told her father how much she loved him and needed him. Dave felt his daughters climax erupt through her body as she hissed out his name, her fingernails digging into his back, pulling him even closer to her nakedness. Her legs wrapped around his back as she slammed her own body against his. Jenny no longer consider the man making love to her father. Now he was a man who was teaching her how to give of herself with no concern. With a loud gasp, Jenny hips lifted hard against her father as her hands slapped hard on the quilts. Dave, now unable to control his own needs, put his head back and screamed out as his legs seemed to try to force even more of himself into his whimper daughter. He felt his toes curl as his elbows locked, holding him above his daughter. No longer was there even a world as he felt the passions shooting up and down his spine, making his breathing become harsher than he could remember. Jenny felt her father's cock swell slightly. She looked up to his face as his mouth dropped open and an animal-like sound escaped his passion-tortured lips. Deep between her legs, she felt him exploded in a torrent of hot juices as he screamed, groaned and moaned as his body shook uncontrollably. The two lay together- The father on his daughter- as their hearts beat out to the same tune. Their labored breathing blended as female breasts pushed on male chest, announcing to both the condition of their body from the short, hot lovemaking they had just made to the other. Dave rolled off Jenny, slid his right arm under her neck and pulled her close to him. Jenny dreaded this moment as all the men before had lit up a cigarette and smoked in total silence as, with tears forced back, Jenny had wanted to share what she felt. "I love you," Dave whispered, turn just enough to gently kiss both of her nipples. "I love you too," she replied, touching his cheek as he looked over to her. "You going to hate me now?" Dave asked, his head bowing. "Only if it stops," Jenny replied, putting her finger under his chin and bring his face up until they were looking deeply into each other's eyes. "I made love to you. I didn't fuck you, I made love. Is that wrong?" Dave lay back to the bed, his eyes watching the flickering light on the ceiling. A sudden flash of light entered the window but, after several long moments, realized that the storm had moved on as the had made love. "Hon," He whispered as he closed his eyes, " I don't know what is right or wrong anymore. But, I do know I just made love to a woman I have wanted for a long time. So, if I am so very wrong for what I feel... Well, then send me to Hell." Jenny turned to face her father. "You know, it wasn't like you were my father. I don't know, you were the only man in the world. Isn't that weird?" Dave chuckled, reach over and pushed the window open. "It ain't going to stop now, Jenny, but you have to know, I love women. Do you understand?" "I know," Jenny laughed loudly, running her hands in his hair. "You want to bed Robin." "What? Are you crazy? Christ, we are real close friends; She doesn't see me as a man or anything like that." "Wantta beat?" Jenny asked, lowering her head to his chest. "You know, she told me just about the same thing." For the next hour the two lay in each other's arms, talking like they had never talked before. Here, in between father and daughter and passionate lover, the two reach out for understanding of what they felt. Dave listened intently to her as she told him what she was feeling. Jenny, giggled as she lit a Viceroy for him, handing him the ash tray after she realized he wasn't about to roll over and fall asleep. Dave announced he had to get back home. offering to take her with him. Jenny decided to stay the night in her tiny, brick universe, making him promise to come over and make love to her when Lynn had left for work. "God, does that feel good," Dave whispered as the curtains moved to the breeze entering the open window. "What does?" "The wind," Dave said in whispered words. "Its a wind of change, hon. Its the South Wind." South Wind Ch. 2 By the time she had lowered herself fully onto him, Jenny had her finger working at her swollen clit. Never before had she felt so wildly hot and in control as she moved around slightly, exploring the areas she could make touch his cock. Her fingers moved rapidly over and around her clit, bringing her to her brink in but a few minutes. With a lusty gasping, she ground her young body hard against his, her juices seemingly exploding from her as her body shuddered from the lusty release. "Slide up here, wild child," Dave said, guiding her up his chest until her wet opening was maybe an inch from his lips. Jenny let out a yelp as Dave slid her against his lips, his tongue searching out her wet opening then, as she bent forwards to rest her trembling arms on the headboard, felt him gently sucking at her. "Oh, God," she moaned out, closing her eyes as she felt her father's oral attentions fanning the lusty fire her body had now become totally wrapped up in. "I want you. God, I want to be owned by you, Daddy. I want the world to see you fucking me." Dave listened to his to his daughter's confessions of wanton need. He wondered if she would feel the same way once the were done. Yet, in his mind, he knew this was not to be the love making of before, this was wanton, mind opening sex that was, most obviously, opening the darkest corners of her mind. Jenny took a deep breath as she felt her mind give in to the next onslaught of pure lust. "I want you to own me, daddy," she hissed, her hips bucking as she tried to grind her pussy deeper into his mouth. "I want you... I want you to... God, tie me to the bed and have... Robin watch you breed me. God, I want your baby." Dave had had enough of her wild talk. Having Robin watch him fuck this wild temptress of a daughter was one thing, her having his baby was totally out of the question. His hands grabbed her at her waist and her turned her onto her back. "Maybe we can get her and her father to watch us, then we'll watch them. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slave?" Dave growled out, trying to see how far his now demented daughter would go. "Yes. Oh, God, yes," Jenny hissed, pulling her knees up as her father spread her legs far apart. "I want to see her father fuck her hard." "Who owns you?" Dave taunted as his cock easily slid into his daughters cum-glistening pussy. "You do," Jenny sobbed, wrapping her legs around him. Dave felt her legs tighten around him, pulling him closer to her as her hips now moved against him in an involuntary dance of pure wanton wanting. Bending forward till his hands were on either side of her, he bent his head until his lips were kissing at her firm nipples as he forced himself as deeply into her quivering body as he could. "Breed me," Jenny whispered, lust now ruling her brain. "Earn it," Dave mocked back. "Anything," Jenny hissed as she became her own father's sex slave in her mind. "That could be a lot," Dave moaned, his own passions now reaching the boiling point. "Come in me," Jenny begged, sensing Dave drawing nearer his point of release. "Maybe Bob and I will watch you and Robin enjoying each other," he growled, pushing up on his arms as he started slamming into his daughter's waiting body. "Anything for you," she replied, knowing full well she would do whatever he demanded of her. Dave was screaming as his body went rigid. He gasped out trying to catch his breath as his juices pumped into Jenny's body, mixing with her hot juices as he put his head back as his mind created an image of the two young girls exploring each other's body. "Did you mean what you said." Dave said softly when Jenny had curled up against him. "You own me?" "You really want someone to watch us?" "I don't know. Might be fun. Hell, sin is sin, might as well enjoy it." "You'd really get it on with Robin?" "Maybe," Jenny replied with a sly smile. "Would cost ya." "What?" "A baby." Dave lit a Viceroy, took a deep draw of smoke, watching the tip of the cigarette glow. Would it be worth it to see the two girls together? He closed his eyes and thought about it for a long moment. "What if I want even more?" "You can have anything you want. A deal?" "Let me think about it. Okay?" * * * Thank you for taken the time to read this part 2 of South Wind. I, also, thank you overlooking the many mistakes that may have been in the text. As always, feel free to offer your ideas for what will go into part 3, after all, who knows better what you like to read than you? Your input is vital to this story. Someone to edit them would be nice. :) Again, thank you and have a nice day. South Wind Ch. 3 For the next ten days, Dave was caught up a "Catch-22" of his own making. He had thought Jenny's idea of having his baby was but a joke until she pointedly told him that she was most serious. Dave didn't mind going through the actions but, no matter how much his love for his daughter was growing, the thought of her having his baby gave him a cold chill. Jenny, seeing Dave become slightly more distant, decided to seek out Robin's help. By the time Jenny came away from what turned out to be a meeting of strategy planning, she had a big smile on her face. She shook her head as she started the old car, knowing full well that robin had been very correct on pointing out that, with people caught up in games like they were playing, played with no rules. The ten days had been hard on Dave, but the next three soon became known to him as "The three days of Hell". The first day found Tammy's father found dead of a heart attack. Both Lynn and Tammy took it very hard. Even though he had been Lynn's step-father, she was devastated. The second day brought a telephone call from Lynn's other sister that she had cancer and needed surgery. The third day brought him to his knees when Lynn took him aside and said she had to go to Arizona to be with her sister. Tammy's father was buried on the morning of the forth. As soon as the funeral was over, Dave had to rush his wife to McGhee-Tyson airport in Knoxville. As they hugged their good bye, Dave had to fight to keep from openly trembling in front of the four women. Robin insisted on driving back to Broken Wing as Jenny piled her father into the back seat of the dark green Caddie. By the time they had reach the point where I-40 and I-75 splits, I-40 running west and I-75 dipping to the south, they decided that it was time to stop and get something to eat. Dave set in total silence in the restaurant they had picked in Oak Ridge. It was dark and cool inside the sleek building, and the church crowd had just left, leaving them pretty much alone. "You okay, Dave?" Tammy asked, leaning over and putting her hand over his. Dave shrugged, looking at each of the girls. "God, I'm suppose to be the strong one here," he said, wiping a tear from his right eye. "I am so sorry. I just can't go any further." "Sorry?" Tammy gasped. "You know that, if it wasn't for you I'd never have made it these last days. Fuck! Look what you've done for all of us. Don't ya think its time you shut up and let us take care of you?" As the green car sped south on US-27, Dave gave in to his wore out condition and, with a deep sigh, laid his head on his daughter's shoulder. The droning of the music from a southern rock station on the radio, and the sound of the tires running over the patches of the pavement soon had Dave fast asleep. As they came to Harriman, Robin gently guided the big car through the stop lights, praying to God that there would not be a loud freight train on the Norfolk and Southern railroad tracks that skirted along on the right side of the highway. For once luck was with them as they managed to get all the way south of Rockwood with Dave being woken up by one of the trains that seemed to roar up or down the tracks every fifteen minutes or so. Dave refused to go to bed to sleep when the arrived at Broken Wing, but the three managed to insist he sleep on the couch until he got the phone call that Lynn had made it to Arizona. As she laid the blanket over him, Jenny could only smile down at the man who had so insisted he wasn't sleepy. "We need to talk," Tammy said as they sat down at the dinning table. "I am going to keep the business, and I need all of you." "You're going to run your father's business?" Jenny questioned in amazement at the hard work it demanded. "Yes! I have all the equipment and I know how to run it. Dad had a lot of work to do and I have every intention of doing it." "Well, how do we fit in?" Robin asked, getting up to get a cup of coffee from the large, red coffee maker. "You know how to cut trees, and you know how to run Dad's log trucks. Jenny, its a lot harder than it looks at first, but cutting trees down isn't all that bad." "Me?" Jenny giggled. "You were going to be going to college this fal. I think you need to do just that." "No. I am where I should be. I just don't know much about this stuff you're talking about." You'll do fine. Look at it this way: I plan on paying good, and running up and down the sides of these mountains will be good for us all." "Hey, what about this," Robin ventured excitedly. "Dad has been wanting to get out of that stupid factory. What do you think?" "I like." Tammy said, sliding up closer to the table. "But, what about him?" Jenny questioned, motioning towards her slumbering father. "Oh, I really think the three of us can find something for him to do." Tammy offered back with a broad grin. Both Jenny and Robin looked to her with questions painted on their wide-opened eyes. Tammy got up to get herself a cup of coffee. She loved the feeling of suspense drifting heavy in the air. "I know what you two are up to," She said as she poured herself a cup of streaming coffee, adding far too much sugar to it. "Come on, you really think I haven't been with him?" "What?" Jenny gasped. "You mean you and Dad have... Ah, you're putting us on?" Tammy sat back down to the table, a smile touching her lips as memories came back. "You know, he was the first man to treat me like a lady, not some God damned hired hand?" "God! I never suspected," Jenny whispered, it dawning on her that she was in need of a cup of strong coffee. "Lynn would have a shit fit if she knew." She shook her head in disbelief as she sat back down to the table. "God, like I don't think anyone even had the slighest idea." "No one did. You know as well as I do, my old man hated the idea that I was a girl; Hated the idea of me being with another man even worse. Guess he kinda figured it was too gay." "Did he 'put the make' on you?" Jenny asked, now wondering what her father had been up to. "Wasn't anything like that. It just happened." "How can it just happen?" Jenny laughed nervously. "Well, it was one of those days when I came home all sore and ready to cry because I hurt so bad. I couldn't sleep so I came over here to visit Dave for a bit. He was very cool about it and showed me what a good shoulder massage could do. By the time he was finished I damn well knew it wasn't about to be the last massage he gave me. "The next day I rushed right over here and had him do it again only, this time, he spent a lot longer with me. The third day I laid my head on the table and he slid my shirt up, undid the bra and showed me what a half-assed back rub could do. God, I will never forget the feeling of that hot oil on my back. "Dave was cool about it for a few days then, as his hands slid back down my back, he started working his fingers further around me. By the time his fingers brushed along my tits, I was wetter than in my wildest dreams. I got a shoulder massage, a back rub and a real good boob massage that night." "You mean, he seduced you?" "I don't know. All I know is the next time her had me lay on the carpet, slid my shirt off and fumbled with my bra straps for what seemed like an hour or so, then took me on a ride I never thought could be had." "He took ya to bed, huh?" Robin asked, taking a deep drink of the now chilled coffee. "No. The next thing I knew he had me on my back on the couch giving me the nicest boob massage a woman could have. Then he had my pants off and he was giving me a real good massage down there... A massage with his lips." "Oh, my God!" Robin giggled loudly. "What is it like? I've never had that." "God, Robin," Jenny laughed. "Here you are, doing your own father, and he hasn't 'gone down' on you. Come on." "Shit, he'd pass out if I even hinted at it." "See," Tammy interjected with a knowing laugh. "I said I was sure the three of us can find something for him to do." "You'd pay him for that?" Jenny put her head back and laughed loudly. "My God, my own father a male whore. What next?' "I want him to take care of the books and stuff like that. Around here it is a good idea to have a man go out about these jobs... Ya just don't get taken too seriously if you're a woman." "Ain't that the truth," Robin replied with a frown. "Now, lets get back to business. Should we?" Tammy asked, with a smile brought on by knowing she was pulling off what no one she knew had ever tried, and she knew some real kinky people. The three girls sat and talked till shortly after nine when the phone rang. Dave was instantly awake, groping for the phone. The three girls sat silently at the table as Dave talked to Lynn. "She made it," Dave announced walking into the dining room. "Well," Robin said with an excited voice, "I better get home and have a talk with Pa. Catch ya in the morning." "Why don't you go on to bed?" Jenny asked her father after Robin had left. "I feel pretty good right now. Go ahead if your tired." "Ah, do you guys mind if I crash on your couch tonight? You know, I'm just not ready to go home right now." Tammy questioned, looking down at the shiny, walnut table top. "Sure," Dave said. "Maybe we could watch a movie or something." "Nah," Jenny said with a taunt in her voice. "Right now I think we just want to be held. What do you think Tam?" Tammy giggled as Dave's eyes got big. "Could be fun; Could be dangerous." "You game?" Jenny asked her father as he busied himself to scoop his lower jaw from the table's top. "Real funny," Dave growled back. "Whats the matter old man," Tammy taunted. "Can't handle it?" Dave shook his head in amusement, not knowing that both girls knew what he had been up to. "Both of ya, huh? Just holding, right?" Jenny laughed out loud. "Maybe we'll do the holding. I'll hold you down first for Tammy, then she can hold you down for me. How's that?" Dave lit the end of the cigarette, looked at both young females as he took a deep drag. "You two offering me a threesome?" "He can be trained," Tammy laughed loudly. "Yes, old man, we both know what has gone on with the other. Fuck! You're doing your own daughter, what is a threesome?" Dave didn't mind the idea one bit. He had tried to talk Lynn into a threesome with a few of her friends over the years. He took a deep breath, knowing that, at forth-three, the offer might not be given again. As soon as the bedroom door shut, Jenny felt an uneasiness descend over her as Dave turned on the dim night light. As Tammy silently undressed, she felt even more uneasy as she saw very firm breasts emerge then, as Tammy slowly slid her pants and panties down her long legs, she took a deep breath of anxiety to see the very well developed thighs. "You okay?" Dave questioned from the bed as he removed his tee shirt. "Ahh, well... I don't know, maybe I should wait until you two are done." "Jenny," Tammy said softly. "What's wrong?" "I don't know. I just... Well, sorta feel out of place. Anyway, what if he cums in me or you? What about the other?" "You worry too much," Tammy replied with a soft giggling. "What I want is his tongue. Tell ya what. I'll start by riding his face and you get on and enjoy his cock. Okay?" "You mean, all you want is him to tongue you?" "Not at all. When we both cum, then we'll change places." "What if he cums right away?" Tammy gave Dave a bewildered look then, with a slight grin, she turned back to Jenny. "I think I'll take that risk. Now, come on, please." Once Jenny had her clothes off she watched Tammy stripping her father's pants from him. As Dave laid back on the bed, Tammy was instantly on his chest, lining up her pussy with Dave's mouth. She shrugged her shoulders as she looked at the fully erect, plump cock sticking up unused. "There ya go," Tammy moaned back to Jenny as Jenny slowly lowered herself onto her father's hard cock. "You know how much I've missed getting tongue-lashed like this?" Jenny found the deeper penetration to her liking. She loved the idea of being able to move around, slowly bringing herself to climax at he own speed which, for some odd reason, seemed to be even faster than when Dave was plowing wildly into her. "Oh yes," Tammy grunted, bending forward and pulling Dave even deeper between her shapely legs. Jenny watched the back muscles of Tammy moving as she worked Dave deeper into her wet pussy. She watched the girl's brown hair move about as Tammy's head moved from side to side. Suddenly Jenny realized she was not only having her first threesome but that, the man deep inside her was her father and the woman rubbing her hot pussy all over his face was her new boss. Her hands found her tits, slowly moving over them till fingertips found hot, erect nipples. He hips moved around in tiny circles as she felt the cock moving against her inner walls. All she could do now was watch and listen to Tammy as she cooed and whispered out her wildest thoughts to Dave. Quickly she felt her own breasts heaving under her hands as she became totally caught up in every movement and sound the three were making. "Oh, FUCK!" Tammy squealed, forcing her pelvis forward into Dave's face. "God, fuck me," She groaned out as her left hand reach out to balance her body as she trembled and gushed her first climax into Dave's waiting lips. Jenny was in her deepest passionate needs now. The sight of Tammy face- fucking her dad, and the passionate sounds she made as Dave's tongue bore in and out of her pussy, seemed to be infectious as, with her own deep growl, Jenny's body begun slamming up and down on the hard shaft. "Oh, God. Oh, God," Jenny gasped as she felt her mind moan out her desperate needs, and the juices begun flowing over and around Dave's cock, now fully into her seething depths. Yet, Jenny didn't have the foggiest idea she was capable of what happened next. "I love you," Jenny moaned loudly, her arms reaching under Tammy's arms as her hands closed over the hot, firm breasts. "It feels so good," she moaned, pulling Tammy back as she laid her head against Tammy's back. Dave could see his daughter's fingers working at Tammy's tits. Tammy gazed down at him, obviously unable to decide what she should do other than keep working her wet pussy back and forth as Dave redoubled his efforts to get Tammy off again. Tammy's mind was swirling as she felt Jenny's soft, warm hands playing over her flesh as Dave's tongue lashed out at her swollen clit, making any thoughts of stopping more than almost impossible. Jenny sat back up, her hands still cupping Tammy's breasts. She closed her eyes, waiting for Tammy to start yelling but, all she got was a deeply grunted "Don't stop now," was all the reply she got from the woman in front of her. Without thinking, Jenny leaned forward, kissing Tammy's neck as her hands ran down the yielding woman's stomach and back up to the firm breasts. It was a whole different feeling than the skin of a man. It was softer, silkier and seemingly much hotter than she had touched before. Her tongue lashed out against the neck as Jenny decide that breaking one taboo was sure the hell worth breaking another. Tammy had never had such hot, passionate attention before. Deep in the thores of her bodies needs she found no place to go but onwrds. She loved the feeling of a tongue deep in her as a females fingers moved over her. Reaching around her, he ran her fingers gently over the young girls face as she realized that the two making her go crazy were, in fact, father and daughter. Tammy shivered in anticipation as she felt the two lower her to the bed. She moaned out loudly as Jenny's lips kissed at her now totally excited nipples, her hand roaming freely between her wet thighs. Jenny kissed her way down Tammy's chest, taunting and teasing at the firm flesh as she moved towards the woman's wetness. She could feel her father positioning himself behind her and, as her tongue dipped fully into Tammy's pussy, she felt him entering her. Tammy couldn't see the action going on between Dave and his daughter but, from the movements of Jenny, she knew he was fucking her deeply. My God, she realized, she was being "eaten" by the girl who was getting hammered from behind by her own father. The degree of wildness intant overcame her as she pumped her pussy hard aginst Jenny's face, letting the girl suck at her hot juices and she screamed out of her passionate needs. Dave felt the deep stirrings of his own needs as he listened to Tammy scream out to his daughtr. His hands reach around Jenny and cupped over her tits, pulling her slightly back as his thrustings took on a new cadence. It wasn't his daughter he was about to spew his juices into anymore. It was a hot, young woman who he craved without any feelings of guilt. Jenny felt her own climax build in a couple heartbeats as she lay her head against the wet patch between Tammy's thighs. As her breasts heaved, her nipples touching against the dark blue comforter, Jenny decided she wanted the most forbidden of all she could receive from her father- his child. Dave grabbed onto his daughter's hips, thrusting himself into her as deeply as he could. His groans turned to shouts, then to utter screams of abandonment as his juices flowed freely into her hot depths, mingling with her juices as if but a practice run for what was going on in his daughter's passion-filled brain. As the three lay in each others arms, Jenny looked out the window to Watts Bar lake so far away. She smiled as she felt her father's fingers slowly stroking at the side of her face. She knew this was the last day she would be on birth control. * * * * * Again, let the reader say what this growing group will do next. I have to thank Tom and the others who have edited and gave input on this story. South Wind Ch. 4 The next morning Dave left to go to his writing studio to lay out some book keeping files. Tammy and Jenny sat at the kitchen table talking about what the weeks work would be. To Jenny, even after the wildness of the night before, this all seemed so natural. She had now not only been to bed with her own father but, oddly, had found that touching and being touched by another female had proven to be wildly thrilling. When Robin stormed in and dropped angrily into the chair, glaring hotly at the table top, the two girls knew well enough to let Robin decide when she would open up. “That fucking bastard!” Robin growled, looking from Jenny to Tammy. “You know what he did?” “Who?” Tammy questioned. “That fucking father of mine. That son-of-bitch said he wanted me to have his kid... What he didn’t tell was that he can’t have kids.” “Oh, my God,” Jenny moaned. “Then he up and tells me we are moving to Montana where his cousin is making some sorta resort for perverts and banging his own daughter too,” She looked around the kitchen then slammed her hand angrily onto the shiny table top. “I packed my stuff and told him to have at it; that I never wanted to see him again.” “Don’t blame ya,” Jenny replied, putting her hand over Robin’s. “You going to be okay?” “Ya, I guess. Be better when I find myself a place to live.” “Don’t lay that line of shit on us,” Tammy growled back. “You know damn well you can stay here or with me.” “I just don’t want to get in the way. I mean, after all, I know you two are getting it on with Dave.” “You think you’re not welcome to join in?” Jenny giggled, surprised at how fast the girl seemed to get over her anger. “The three of us and Dave?” Robin questioned, a smile tugging at the right corner of her lip. “How long do you think he would survive?” “One way to find out, huh?” Tammy said with a laugh. “Robin?” Jenny asked, bending forward. “You sure seem to be pushing what your father did to you aside rather easily. You sure you’re okay?” “Actually, I am happy. You see, a lot has changed the last few weeks. I don’t know, we have gotten close and we have this business to make a go of. Maybe it is wrong or something but, I want more out of life than fucking a man who has so little respect for me.” The conversation soon turned to the coming week’s work. From time to time, Robin would unload another part of her anger towards her father and get right back into the subject. Then Robin changed the subject. “Okay, where do I stay?” She asked, her eyes looking from Tammy to Jenny. “I mean, like it is no way I am going to sleep in that car and run up and down those hills when we start work.” Jenny leaned back in her chair, winked at Tammy before she turned to Robin. “Why don’t ya go down and see what Dad thinks?” “No,” Robin replied, shaking her head as her gaze returned to the table top. “What if he laughs at me?” Tammy shook a cigarette out of the half empty pack of Marlboros. “You go down there and talk to him, honey. I can tell you he won’t be laughing at all. We’ll stay here and give you two some space.” Dave was sitting in his big, black recliner, looking at the waters of Watts Bar Lake far to the south when Robin slid the sliding glass door open and walked in. “Busy?” She asked. “Not at all. What’s up?” Robin slowly told Dave what had happened. She was shocked at how angry he got, never having seen him so upset as he used every foul word to describe her father then, as his face reddened, started making up new words to describe him. “Its okay,” she whispered. “All I wanted to know is if I could stay with you guys for a bit.” Dave looked Robin over from head to toe. Her slender body, fitted snugly into the faded blue jeans told of her long, slender legs. Her breasts tented the white blouse slightly as his minded changed from anger to want. “”What are you thinking?” Robin asked, knowing full well that she had just been mind-fucked. “I’d like to make love to you.” “Would ya settle for just a good, old fashion fuck?” “Right now? I’d think you’d be a bit upset with all men.” “Oh, I am,” Robin smiled back, unbuttoning the top button of her blouse, “but my pussy ain’t.” “Why doesn’t it bother you and Tammy about me bedding my own daughter?” “Well,” she replied, sliding the blouse off her arms, reveling a smallish, peach colored bra. “I’ve been fucking my old man for about a year. Why should it bother me?” “You know, I sometimes wake up at night and just lay there looking at the door, just lay there and wonder when the police will break it down and rush in with news reports clicking pictures of the world’s worst father.” Robin sat down and looked at Dave. This was really bothering him and no one else knew about it. “I guess its a lot like Tammy said, We see terrorist blowing planes up, school kids killing school kids, little girls kidnapped from their own homes and killed... Who the fuck is the real monsters? The world kills each other, yet it condemns us for finding a tiny bit of love in all this craziness.” “She might have a point there.” “Maybe; maybe not. I really did feel secure with letting Pa bang me,” She shrugged her shoulders. “I felt secure in his arms; we could lay there and talk for hours... Now that I will miss.” “You got nice tits,” Dave observed with a grin. “Well, my friend, I’m going to fuck your brains out right there in that chair. I’m sure you will be able to suck on them all you want.” She stood up and slid both the jeans and black bikini panties off, reach behind her, her eyes taunting at the older man as she undid the single snap of the bra and let it slowly slide off. Dave swallowed hard as his eyes feasted on the well trimmed pubic mound of the girl. She was sweet naked, the clothes hiding a well taken care of body with boobs standing out proud and firm. “You going to do it with your clothes on,” she taunted, kicking the sandals from her feet. It took only took an instant before Dave was off the recliner, stripped and back in it, his cock standing up just as proudly as Robin’s tits. “So much for foreplay,” Robin giggled, straddling the naked man. The girl took Dave’s cock, positioned it at her wet opening and slowly lowered her body over it. Dave’s hands closed around her tits, fascinated with her tiny, firm tits that pretty much fit under his cupped hands, the hard nipples playing against the flesh of his palms as he explored. “God,” Robin moaned down to Dave, “I love being on top. You know, this is only my second time.” “You sure are calm for what your dad did,” Dave replied, slipping his hands behind the girl and bending her forward so he could kiss are her erect nipples. “This I call ‘revenge’, so hush up and do what you wanted to do,” Robin said, closing her eyes as she explored freely the different sensations. “You suck my cum out of me when I ‘get off’?” “In a recliner? I didn’t get to be this old with gymnastics.” “Hush up,” Robin moaned, lifting her body up till Dave’s cock was almost out of her then, with a deep, lusty grunt, slammed her body back down. “I’ll do the talking, you just don’t come too soon.” Dave took the girl by her waist, lifted her up slightly then pushed her down on him as he thrust up into her. As Robin gurgled contentedly, Dave continued hammering into her wet pussy as Robin started to show a whole new side to her. “Take me hard. God damn it, I want it so fucking hard.” Robin hissed, her eyes peering down et her man with demonic lust raging in them. The recliner bucked and squeaked as Dave tried his hardest to grant Robin her wish but, with the position of the recliner, it was next to impossible to hammer her as hard as she kept insisting on. “I’m coming,” Robin moaned, bending forward until Dave forced her back upright. “Oh, God, Fuck me. Fuck me,” she mumbled as her tongue darted over her lips. Dave looked around, the recliner had served it purpose and now, as Robin’s hot juices ran out of her, he wanted nothing more than to get his tongue deep into this lusty young woman. With one swipe of his arm, Dave had the coffee table top cleaned off. Robin didn’t have to be told what to do as she laid herself lengthwise on the highly polished oak top, her hands going behind her head as she watched Dave position her legs for his tongues assault. “I like that,” Robin giggled as the first touch of a man’s tongue between her legs sent wild shivers up her spine. Dave couldn’t help but wonder how he had missed this part of the ever quiet Robin. Never did he expect she was hotter than a half-fucked fox in a forest fire. His tongue flicked over her swollen clit, her body jerking in reaction to the stimulus of the wantonly exploring tongue. Robin was quickly coming into her own and letting go of all her shyness as Dave’s tongue seemed to dance over her clit and into her mind. This was just as good as fucking to her way of thinking... Maybe even more so as a tongue didn’t have to worry about staying hard, all it had to do was please her in the wildest of ways. After her first climax, Dave put her legs over his shoulders, his hands under her hips, picking her up until she opened enough for him to access deeply her whole wet, slippery pussy trench. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” Robin hissed out as Dave’s lips encircled her clit, sucking it in and out of his mouth as fast as he could. With one great heaving of her small tits, Robin put her head back, opened her mouth and gasped out her first tongue-made climax. Dave didn’t give the lusty girl a chance to come down after her climaxes. Three times he brought her over the edge until Robin was gasping, hissing and babbling on with words that seemed far removed from the English language. As Dave worked Robin deeper and deeper into her passionate needs, Tammy sat down on the love seat, pushed her blue jeans and panties off, watching Jenny eye her well trimmed snatch. “Oh, yes, honey,” Tammy moaned, putting her arms along the back of the love seat, her head back as, with a contented smile, she closed her eyes and positioned her pussy so Jenny could work freely at her. For a moment, she wondered what the two in the writing studio were talking about. She smiled, they were down there talking and here she was, getting sexed to her utter limits. Robin was now beyond any control and ready for Dave to explore this passionate woman to her fullest. His finger ran in and out of her wet pussy as he worked over her throbbing clit, taking a few moments to massage at the swollen pussy lips as he finger fucked her to her next climax, her feet beating demandingly against his back. “Oh, my God,” Robin shrieked as she felt a finger slide into her ass the instant her climax burst deep in her mind. She hadn’t been ready for this new sensation and, as she forced her hips up off the table for all of Dave’s attentions, she had her first total orgasm. Her body went rigid as she felt the finger fucking her in this newest of acts found her fighting to enjoy every instant of the feeling of Dave’s tongue as he lapped at her flowing juices. Tammy took no time in getting off. She had thought about what could happen the night before as she tossed and turned, unable to get the idea that she had allowed another woman to touch her. “God, you take after your father. Ya know that?” She moaned down to the young woman, her right hand now resting on top of Jenny’s head for an instant before pulling the girl’s face deeper into her hot nest of pure needs. Before they knew it, both women were on the floor, Jenny laying on the big, braided rug and Tammy sitting against her face, moaning out the words she never thought she would say: “I love you,” she gasped, bending forward till her hands were on the floor, perching her body above Jenny as the hot-tongued woman doubled her efforts at pleasing her friend and boss. Robin didn’t feel Dave pull his mouth away from her glistening pussy, nor did she feel him bend over her, line himself up and slide his swollen cock deep into her hot pussy. Only when Dave positioned the back of her legs against his shoulders, wrapping his arms around her legs then, with a smile of total satisfaction, lifted her pelvis slightly up off the coffee table , did she realize Dave was back inside her. Dave knew he was in total control; knew he could do just about anything with this wild, sex crazy female. He shook his head, wondering to himself what sort of an ass hole her father was to give up such a wild fuck. Jenny lapped hard against Tammy’s wanton needs until the woman decided there was a lot more to what she had discovered with Jenny. “God, I am not queer,” Tammy panted as she lay beside her first female lover. “But I sure want to fuck you into this carpet.” “Would be interesting to see,” Jenny laughed, her own fingers working over her clit. “But you will have to grow a dick or something first.” “Not at all,” Tammy laughed, listening to Jenny’s soft whimpering as she got her own juices flowing. “If I can’t grow one, guess I will have to get a strap on. You game?” Jenny giggled loudly, feeling her juices seeping from her. “You know, it’d be awesome to get it on in front of those two,” She laughed loudly. “I bet they never would think about a woman fucking a woman. I’m game.” “Well,” Tammy said, slowly getting to her feet. “Lets run into Knoxville and see what we can get. I know a few people who won’t make an issue out of it. Tonight we’ll get pizza and turn it into an orgy. Okay?” “Sure. We need a good time before we all get caught up in work.” Dave held Robin’s arms firmly against the top of the coffee table, his thrusting becoming even more demanding as Robin’s hips met him thrust for thrust. Bending even further, Dave’s tongue lapped at the young women’s breasts, the action made almost impossible with her squirming around as she climbed the ladders to her next climax. “Fuck me. Fuck me!” Robin hissed out as she now hammered her body against Dave’s at her own passionate speed. Dave couldn’t help but look on is awe. Never in the few years he had known the girl had he ever dreamed the quiet and shy Robin was anything like this. His eyes feasted on her small tits as she thrashed around, trying to break free of his hold as passions spilled from in her brain, ran through her body, to emerge as hot wet juices seeping from her now well-worn pussy. Dave had enough of this to suit himself. He felt the deep stirrings of his own climax, fighting its onslaught in vain until he slammed his cock deep into the girl, adding his own juices to hers. Suddenly, as he screamed out his passions, he realized that he had just emptied deep into a girl who was not on any form of birth control. A shiver ran through his mind, a shiver that was less than delightful. Robin and Dave showered together then, without dressing, laid on a quilt Dave spread out over the wood-like vinyl floor, covering them up with a thin sheet before they cuddled together. “I don’t get it,” Dave whispered. “Here you just got screwed over by you dad and now... Well, here you are in my arms. I just don’t get it.” “Some revenge, isn’t it?” Robin giggled back. “Hell, actually I am rather happy it happened.” “Why?” “He wasn’t the best lover. He was rude, crude and didn’t give a shit if I came or not.” She looked out the window on the west side of the studio, her eyes taking in the white cumulus clouds floating in the distance. “I never had a man kiss me, or do anything like that down there. Not bad. I like it.” “You going to get on the ‘pill’?” “Bothers you, doesn’t it? You going to give Jenny what she wants?” Dave rolled over on his back, his eyes following the joint lines of the walnut paneling on the ceiling. “I think it is a bad idea. I have a hard time with the idea of telling a kid you are both his grandfather and father.” “Would be a bummer, wouldn’t it?” “I’ll talk to her,” Robin said then giggled. “But it’ll cost ya.” “Robin. I don’t want any more kids. They drive me crazy.” “Bullshit. I see how Jessica’s kid is around you. Fuck. You just a big teddy bear, but you don’t want anyone to know it.” “Smart ass,” Dave chuckled, laying his right hand over her right breast, slightly amazed to find her nipple still fully erect. “Is it cold in here?” “No, big guy, its not cold in here, but you might want to get some rest, I have plans for you later.” Dave and Robin fell asleep with fantasies racing through their heads. To Dave, Robin had shown every sign of being rather submissive, and he liked to explore such little quirks, even more so when he remembered how wildly she fucked back when he had held her down. He smiled, kissing her on the back of her head, maybe later he would be able to tie her to the coffee table and see just how much torture she could take from his tongue. Robin slept till shortly after five that evening. Dave had gotten up just before one, covered her naked body with the thin, flowery sheet, set down at the computer to work out his record system and get a few more pages of the history book he was working on laid out. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Dave sitting in the high back chair, sipping on a cup of Cafe Vienna, his favorite coffee. “God, I slept hard,” She moaned, stretching her arms far above her head. “I sure feel good. Thanks.” “For what?” “For letting me sleep so long.” “You must have needed it.” Robin looked at Dave for a long moment. “I want to sleep with you tonight. I don’t care if we do anything more than just talk. You think I am nuts for asking?” “Guess you need to find out what those two wild asses are up to. Me? I like the idea.” Robin took her time dressing, finding that she enjoyed Dave watching her so intently as she put on the crumpled clothes. She started to tell him how she had never slept in a man’s arms before. For her, her sex life had been one where, after the sex was over, it was time to get dressed or go to her own room. She just wanted to be held and the only thing standing between her and that dream was her two friends. “Oh, my God,” Robin gasped as she stood in the open door to Jenny’s bedroom. Oh, my God!” Jenny was laying sideways on the bed, her legs pushed up by Tammy who was sliding a huge strap on cock in and out of the wildly grunting woman. “Later,” Tammy growled over her right shoulder as Jenny started hissing out her climax. Robin could only turn around and quickly retreated down the hallway, her face burning from embarrassment from walking in on the two. Robin set at the kitchen table, unable to say anything when the two girls walked in. She had never thought about what it would be like to be with another woman and, to her utter amazement, found it totally confusing to see Tammy with a cock, admittedly, a fake cock, sprouting from between her legs. “Robin,” Tammy said, sitting down. “Understand one thing: We’re just experimenting. Fuck, I think we were as shocked as you over it.” “Are you two...” “We might be BI,” Jenny said with a smile. “It wasn’t too bad,” she added, a slight blush coming to her face, “maybe you should try it.” “What will Dave say? And, No! I don’t hardly think so.” Robin shot back. “Don’t you go down there and tell him. Okay?” Jenny asked. “Cost ya.” “Like what?” “I want to spend the night with him. You guys can have the house, just let us be alone down there.” “What you up to, Robin?” Tammy questioned, winking at Jenny. “I just want to be held for one. I that asking to fucking much? Damn, I just want to lay there in the dark and talk and giggle and feel like I am wanted. Is that asking too much?” “No, honey,” Tammy said with a sad smile. “I think we know where you’re coming from, just understand us too.” “As long as I don’t have to do what I just caught you two doing, I can understand a lot,” Robin smiled, knowing she was going to get her wish. South Wind Ch. 4 ****************** So, what does the reader think should happen next? Do they have an orgy where the girl’s surprise Dave? What will happen when Dave’s wife returns? Even worse, is Robin showing a bit of romantic interest in our older man? You decide, its your story.