From the author: I would like to say happy birthday to the girl who inspired this story. Happy birthday Gwen. I hope you enjoy these stories.
Chapter II: “A Boy A Girl, A Duo In Heat”
Did she really mean all that?
Eric Trimble kept thinking.
It had been two days since he caught his little Gwen and her best friend in the bathroom fucking.
The whole matter, though by far so stimulating to his sexual fantasies as of late, he found to be a very touchy and disturbing subject. How he did crave her touch after all, he felt it was wrong considering he was her father.
By adoption!
His mind ridiculed him. He’d try to reason with himself in every way since that night, and all points round to those two words “By adoption!”
None of this was helped when the dear sweet Drusilla decided to come over today and have her fill of Eric Trimble.
“Why do you look like such a zombie?” she panted as her orgasm subsided and began to calm to a slight tremble.
Naked Eric with the young girls legs around his waist and his organ buried in her thin patched glistening sex.
Gwen was out at cheerleading practice today, and would not be home till late, so that left these two alone to do what they loved to do the most when the time called for it. But the sheer thought of his cock buried where his daughters ‘cock’ was buried, just brought him to cumming quicker out of excitement to be left with a blank expression as he thought about it.
“Well?” She asked again.
“Oh-huh?” he mumbled as he snapped out of his brain and back to the moment with the girl at hand.
“What is with you today?” Dru laughed.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, first of all, you attack me like a wild animal the moment I come through the door.” She carried this mocking giggle as she spoke. “… then…” she really emphasized that word “…then… you drag me to the bathroom and fuck me from behind, which you’ve never been one to do… no offense, I mean you’ve just always been simple missionary.”
Eric had to give her that; he never in his life took a woman any other way. Never allowed oral sex to come in, even though he loved the idea. Just simple between the legs, wam-bam-was it good for you ma’am?
Continuing she said “… you eat my pussy, you fuck my ass, you let me suck your cock, which by the way is much harder and bigger today than most,… almost excited and never going down. Shit..” she laughed. “… viagra cannot even do that do a dick…”
He smiled with a great blush to his cheeks.
“You even accidentally called me Gwen, how many times?” she seductively ran her fingers over his lips.
“What… I did?” he stammered after those words, as if to try and to explain what she just noticed.
“Tell me.” Dru said. “Do you want to fuck her?”
“OF COURSE NOT!!!” He roared and tossed her to the couch, standing his ground. “Why would you say that? I mean… it’s wrong, it’s vile. INCEST! Have you any idea… what… jeez…”
“Don’t give me that shit.” She smirked, laying bow legged on the couch with a real priss-priss grin.
“I’ve seen you looking at her lately.” She giggled.
“Don’t!” he snarled. “Don’t you dare!”
“Why are you being so defensive?” she wised up to seriousness. “Why not!” He yelled.
“I think you do.”
Eric stopped in his tracks and stared at the young girl sprawled naked on his red soft love seat he and his wife bought years before.
“You wouldn’t be yelling at me like you are if you didn’t.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look at yourself.” She said sternly. “You are throwing your hands up into the air and panting like a rabid dog, with drool seething from your lips while you scream at the top of your lungs.”
He stood silent.
“A normal patch of anger towards the subject would be followed without so much dramatic body language.” She sat up and rested her hands on her knees, looking to Eric like a classy woman who’s not even aware of her nudity.
“Think about it, Eric.” Dru spoke with a firm independent voice. “You are unbelievably turned on today, as if you’d been saving it up for years, like the first time we made it.”
When they first came together just two years ago, he had not been with a woman once since his wife died, and this was confirmed with the speed and strength he assaulted her sex with that night.
Drusilla continued. “…You’ve yet to talk to me about what you saw that night.”
“What are you talking about?”
“What are you Gary Coleman?” she laughed. “’What you talkin’ bout?” she mocked in laughter.
He stood silent through her laughter and waited for her to calm down. As she did, she noticed his firm look and decided to cut to the chase.
“Do you think I’m stupid?” she asked. “I know you saw us that night… the 10th… Gwen’s birthday… any of this a-ringin a bell-a”
Silence stood less golden.
“Well… I thought you knew I knew that you knew that I knew.” Laughter again. “Remember her words, don’t you?”
