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.
