CHAPTER SIX
Brad walked to the burger joint in the shopping center four blocks from the house. A bunch of the kids from school hung out there. He'd probably meet someone he knew. Besides, he was hungry. Now that his nerves had calmed from the frantic joy of fucking Laura Benton, he felt an awesome rumbling in his gut.
Todd Dillard and Gil Hooper were sitting in the corner booth, the one that gave a good view of any tit- jiggling chick who came in the place. Brad gave them a wave and stood drumming his fingers on the counter until the sour looking waitress served up his burger, chocolate shake and fries.
Gil said, 'Shit, what happened to you?'
'Looks like he took a bath in a cement mixer,' Todd quipped. Brad just shrugged and sat across the table from his two friends. When he first left Laura's house, he'd been bursting to tell someone – anyone – how he'd been sucked and fucked by that sexy older woman. Now he wasn't sure.
All the guys did a lot of talking. More talking than doing, Brad suspected. They all knew it was mostly shit, but they all did it just the same. It made them feel important. But fucking Laura Benton while her angry husband reamed her ass – shit, that was so wild even his best friends wouldn't believe it.
'I'm just tired,' Brad said. 'I've been helping the new people move in across the street.'
'Oh, yeah? I came by there an hour ago and the truck was empty then. Where have you been?' Gil asked.
'There's a lot to do inside.'
'I'll bet there was!' Todd shot him a sly grin. 'Her old man didn't get home until just a while ago. I saw him going in the house when I drove by.'
'No shit?' Gil seemed impressed. 'Were you alone all day with that foxy lady? What'd you do, Brad… come on?'
Todd sniffed the air. 'Is that fresh pussy I smell?'
Brad said, 'Shit, you can't tell the smell of cunt from a greasy cheeseburger.'
'Ho! Listen to him. The pussy gourmet. Tell us Brad, did she let you eat her cunt?'
'Er, no,' he said in a sullen tone. Then his eyes flashed and a taut smile wrinkled his lips. 'She was too busy sucking my cock.'
'You're shitting us,' Gil said flatly.
'No, I even shot off in her mouth. She loved that, slurped it down – like this!' He took a big gulp of his thick shake and licked the sweet taste from his lips.
'Now I know you are shitting us!' But Gil wasn't sure. A twinge of envy entered his voice. He remembered seeing Mrs. Benton, her big proud tits and smooth-domed pussy mound. One quick glimpse had made his prick throb with heated desire.
'Then what?' Todd wanted to know. He had a doubting look in his narrowed eyes.
'Then we fucked. And I mean, we fucked!' Gil picked his feet up off the floor and shouted, 'Whooooa! Now the shit is really getting deep. I should've brought my hip boots!'
'We did!' Brad insisted hotly. 'Twice… the last time with her on top, bouncing like a fucking rubber ball.'
'Only twice?' Gil sneered. 'Hot young fucker like you could only go twice?'
'Well, we might have done more, but her husband came home.'
'Oh, sure. And he got pissed. He pulled a gun and killed you both… and that's the end of this fucking fairy tale.'
'No, it's the God's honest truth. He was there. Her husband. And he was fucking her ass before I even knew he was in the room.'
Gil rolled his eyes and said, 'It's gotta be true. Nobody would make up anything so fucking crazy!'
'I know one sure way to find out,' Todd said. 'When lover-boy here goes back tomorrow, we'll both go with him.'
'Yeah,' Gil said as he wet his lips. 'I was just thinking the same thing. If the lady likes two cocks at once, she'll go ape-shit when she gets three!'
Cindy Wilson brushed tiny beads of cold sweat from her forehead and smoothed her silky blonde hair. Peering through a narrow slit in the front drapes, she saw her brother Brad leave the Benton house, so clumsy with excitement that he almost fell down the porch steps.
She gave a sigh of relief when he turned toward the shopping center. That meant he was going to the burger joint and he wouldn't be home for quite a while. That suited her plan perfectly. She had to have time alone with her dad.
His sleek little sports car pulled to the curb minutes later. He'd left the family car for Mom to drive – a stuffy old station wagon – and picked out the gleaming new roadster the next weekend.
He'd taken her for the ride that first day, and Cindy remembered how her long golden hair fluttered in the wind as they roared along with the top down. She also remembered how her dad kept glancing at her with a strange new look in his bright eyes.
Despite the difference in their ages, Cindy thought they made a perfect looking couple. Her dad was tall and darkly handsome, and seeing the way he smiled at her had sparked a restless yearning she knew was sinfully wrong.
That long smoldering desire flared as he came up the walk. 'Hi, Daddy!' she said at the door, her long hair shining like freshly minted gold.
'Hi, doll. How are you?'
'I'm fine… come in.'
He looked around anxiously when she closed the door. 'Now, what's so important that you had to see me tonight?'
Cindy's pretty face twisted slowly into a knot of grief. Tears like little pearls beaded in the corners of her eyes. 'I need you, Daddy,' she sobbed. 'I want you to come home!'
Dan Wilson hugged his daughter and tried to comfort her with soothing words. She only sobbed more desperately and held him tight with her strong, young arms. 'Honey, I just can't. You remember how it was with your mom and me.'
'Yes,' she said with afresh rush of tears. 'But she misses you too. It might be different now.' Her firm young breasts pressed hard against his chest. Her flared hips quaked in rhythm with her sobs.
That was different! Cindy had seemed like such a child seven months ago when he and Rhonda had agreed to split. Pretty, but awkward and shy. She'd grown and matured a lot since then. His golden haired little girl had become a very desirable young woman. And now she was tempting him, teasing him with her body. Dan couldn't help it. His hungry cock began to swell.
He fought the sinful urge to maul her proud young tits and grind his throbbing cock against her swaying pussy mound. God, how often had he warned her about that? About horny young guys and what they would want to do.
Dan forced himself to pull away. 'Cindy, listen people don't change.'
'Yes, they do!' she insisted. Her arms twined around her father's neck. 'Look at me. I was such a stupid kid when you left. I know more now. A lot more!' She pulled herself close and ground her aching pussy mound against the straining fury of his swelling prick. 'I've learned an awful lot!' Rod Benton had been her best teacher so far, but, far back in her mind, Cindy felt slyly sure that her own father would be even better.
'You been fooling around?' he asked sharply.
'Oh, a little…' She flashed a teasing grin and twisted her shoulders to rub his chest against her finely coned tits.
'With who?' Dan demanded. Damn, it, was hard for him to keep his hands off her… his own daughter, a sweet little angel-faced blonde now coming on like a fucking whore!
'With a couple of guys at school. Friends of Brad's, first Gil, and then Todd. Neither one of them was worth a shit!'
'Cindy!' Dan Wilson pulled back and slapped her across the face. 'Don't talk like that! And don't act… don't even think…'
