palm as his daughter cried out in the midst of her orgasm. As his contractions passed, Paul was returned to reality and he shakily backed out the door, his hand filled with his own cum and his prick jerking spasmodically through the fly of his pajamas.
Sleep had come slowly after that, and he had thought of Tim and Judy long into, the night after he had heard them turn in. He reflected on his own youth and his older sister, Linda. They had fucked and sucked secretly for nearly five years before she had eventually married and moved to another city. Still, the original shock remained, and Paul felt himself torn between two poles-his family duties and the reality of the situation. He knew that if Beth knew about it, regardless of her own sexual experiences and preferences, she would hit the ceiling. So Paul had kept it to himself, avoiding his children at breakfast, and had spent a miserable morning as a result.
Sifting behind his desk, Paul realized he had a hard-on just thinking about the night before, and he could not deny the desire he felt each time he thought of his lovely daughter. Glancing at his wristwatch, he snatched the phone from its cradle and dialed a familiar number.
“Yes?” a husky but feminine voice answered.
“Paul Tone. Is this Gilda?”
“Well, stranger, where have you been keeping yourself? I haven’t heard from you for a couple of months. Momma taking good care of you?”
Paul felt his face burn, but took no offense. “Uh, look, Gilda, I’ve got a couple hours off. I’d like to look at some fresh merchandise. Can you handle it?”
There was a pause and Paul heard the woman speak to someone on the other end.
He knew she was pulling his card and in a moment, she confirmed this. “Uh, how fresh, Mr. Towne?”
“Something a young girl would appreciate-very young.”
“I see,” she replied, then paused. “Will you want to look at the merchandise at the same place?”
“Yea… ” he said simply. “I’ll be there in half an hour.”
“Fine. I’ll send one of our representatives around. Have a nice day, and thanks for calling.”
As Paul walked through the lot towards his car, he saw Jim Carter walking towards his own. His neighbor’s face glowed and as his eyes met Paul’s, they seemed to twinkle brightly. “Hey… we gonna see you and Beth at the club Saturday?”
Unlocking the door of his car Paul waved and nodded. “We’ll be there. Beth’s been nagging about it all week!” and they both laughed. Neither of their wives was a nag, but it was a little joke they shared on occasion.
Paul left the parking lot and drove eastward as thoughts of Jim’s wife swam in his head. Val was one piece Paul wanted to make it with, and it wasn’t the first time he had dwelled on the thought. On several occasions, he’d mentioned to Beth that they ought to encourage the Carters to try a swap, but each time Beth had simply shrugged and remarked at how naive Valerie seemed.
Paul was on the freeway and off in just a matter of minutes. He pulled into the lot of the “Terrace Swingles” and parked. He had kept a small efficiency apartment there for the past few years, and it had proven invaluable as a retreat whenever he wanted to be alone, or whenever the mood struck him to call Gilda.
Once inside, he pulled off his coat and tie, hung them in the wardrobe and mixed himself a light drink. Closing the drapes to the balcony then, Paul turned on the stereo and sat back to wait for Gilda’s “merchandise”. He felt the excitement well in his cock as he recalled the last time he had called the woman and as the minutes dragged on, he recalled the scene and felt his impatience grow as his prick grew rigid inside his pants.
Paul was on the verge of calling Gilda when he heard footsteps outside the apartment. He swallowed thickly as the sound of the key turning came to him then the door opened and Paul Carter leaned forward, his mouth agape as his drink slipped from his fingers and spilled onto the thick carpet.
“Mister Towne!” Trish Carter exclaimed, a look of abject horror on her lovely young face.
Paul was speechless as he recognized his neighbor’s seventeen-year-old daughter. He shook his head slowly from side to side, then he found his voice and stammered huskily, “for God’s sake… what are you doing here?”
Trish wore a look of equal confusion as she held up the key, looked around the apartment; she fished a piece of paper from the pocket of the short denim jacket she wore, and as she read it, she shook her head again. She handed the slip of paper to Paul, who read: TERRACE SWINGLES, APT. 2C, Mr. Towne.
“Uh… Jesus, Trish… I don’t know what to say to you. That is, I’m afraid there’s been some mistake.”
She took the slip of paper back and nodded as she spoke in a low voice, “A typing mistake. Gilda hit the ‘R’ instead of the ‘T’ and obviously I didn’t recognize the name, Rowne…”
“You that is, Gilda sent you?”
The girl raised her eyes to meet his. “Does that shock you, Paul… that I work for Gilda.” She shrugged. “A lot of the girls do. Where else would all you dirty old men get playmates?”
The words were offensive to Paul, but her tone of voice was not, and he swallowed back his apprehension as she moved closer to him and reached out to run her hand over his crotch.
“It seems we both have a little secret to keep, doesn’t it?”
Paul felt the girl’s hand on his prick, and it twitched involuntarily as she took hold of it fully, then pressed her lush young body to his.
“I… Jesus, Trish…I couldn’t… I mean.”
“Face it, Paul-every girl is someone’s daughter. You play, you pay. Me, I play and I get paid.” She lifted her face to his as her pert young tits brushed his chest, and she smiled as she added: “Besides, I’ve schemed on a way to get you to myself ever since we moved in across the street from you!”
Paul looked down at the beautiful young girl, and as he did, a vision of her mother passed through his bead. Christ! he thought, I’ve wanted to fuck her mother, and she’s so much like her it’s unreal.
He touched her cheek and as Trish closed her eyes slightly, he lowered his mouth to hers. The kiss sent chills of electric fire through his brain and body, and the realization that this girl was his neighbor’s daughter-and the friend of his own daughter-sent a new excitement through his prick.
Closing his arms about her, Paul probed her mouth with his tongue and felt her press against him. He could feel the nipples of her tits as they stiffened against his chest, and as his prick grew beneath her experienced hand, he knew he was going to fuck her. Regardless of who she was, how old she was or the fact that he was paying for the privilege, he was going to fuck her!
As their lips parted, Trish shrugged out of her light jacket and smiled up at the handsome older man. “Gilda told me you were into bondage, Paul…” She paused, and as she sensed his embarrassment, she looked about and added, “I dig it myself.”
Paul heard her words, but it was difficult for him to believe. How could this girl know anything of his desires, much less like them, too? But as he looked at her, he realized he had misjudged the new generation-first Judy with her brother Tim, and now this.
Paul took hold of her arm and pulled her to him. “You do, do you?” he asked as he guided her to the couch and forced her to sit. “Well just see about that!”
Quickly, Paul produced several silk scarves and before Trish could register protest, he had blindfolded her, bound her hands at the small of her back and was standing over her looking down in triumph.
Taking hold of the girl’s face in his hand, he asked her sternly, “How long have you worked for Gilda, Trish?”
The girl whimpered and shook her head. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about. Please untie me, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I promise!”
Paul felt his excitement rise. Evidently, Gilda had briefed the girl and she was acting out the role just as he paid for it to be acted. “I’ll untie you,” he told her, “but not before I’m through with you!” and he pulled down the zipper of his pants slowly.
“Please!” Trish begged. “Don’t hurt me. I’ll do anything you ask and I promise not to tell. Just don’t hurt me!”
Hearing the girl beg that way made Paul ache to fuck her, but she was his for two full hours, and he was going to make the most of it. He freed his prick from his pants and told her, “I’m not going to hurt you-providing you do exactly as you’re told…“ He moved forward and rubbed the head of his prick across her face.
Trish jerked her head backwards and whimpered again, “You… you’re a sex fiend… you’re going to rape me… Please don’t make me do anything like that!”
Paul laughed deeply and reached out to take hold of her head with his left hand as he continued to rub the tip of his swollen prick over her face. He rubbed it over her cheeks, then her lips and nose, and as the knob opened at
