Cheryl barely managed to take the last spurts when Scotty's tongue, helped by the wild excitement of the orgy, whipped her to orgasm. She felt an ineffable stillness all through her hot belly and then gave up her sex in rich spasms of orgasm, crying:
"Hea-vennnnn-leeeeeee!”
Down below her, Scotty groaned and whined off her own joy to her hand, bringing up the rear with the fourth orgasm of the action, locking her legs and jerking in sweet pleasure of this incredible sex fury.
Then all the young people fell back, panting and glowing in the after-sex relaxation of the stunning trip they'd just enjoyed.
The phone rang. Abby rolled off Spider to answer it, since it was her phone service. She was still dazed from the crazy sex.
"It's for you," she said, handing the instrument to Cheryl.
If Abby had not been sex-drained and dizzy she might've thought faster and acted differently. But the heavy trip had quite deprived her of her ability to think.
John Wallace, heated to high passion from his fevered imagination, was also not thinking in his normal, careful fashion. Minute by minute, hour by hour that whole day long, he'd been falling deeper and deeper in love with Abby and her incredible urge for ass fucking, which was his urge also. He called her number; he heard her voice. He poured out his passion over the phone without realizing that the receiver had changed hands from Abby to his daughter.
"Abby," he cried. "You've got to come over now, right away. I want more sex with you. Last night was the wildest sex I ever had in my life. I've never fucked an ass like yours. When I screwed you last August, I never dreamed how well we matched. I'm going to marry you! I swear I want you for my wife!”
Cheryl froze, recognizing her father's voice, stunned by the information that came over the wire, remembering his moon-struck actions at lunch that day. Abby! Abby Windsor! Her own father! Oh-my-God!
She screamed her fury and flung the phone from her.
“You vicious bitch!” she screamed at Abby. "That was my father. You fucked him. You had perverted sex with him. He's crazy to marry you. I'll kill you!”
She jerked off the Gypsy and flung it at the redhead and tried to claw her. It was all Scotty and Spider could do to restrain her. Then Cheryl, crying tears of rage, dove for her clothes, yelling:
"I'm going to his motel. I'll kill him and then I'll kill myself. You vile, sex-crazy cruds! You've destroyed all our lives… ”
Chapter 9
Cheryl ran all the way to the motel, because in a small college town like Brighton distances were not very far. She half-cried in her rage and shock to find out that the two people she cared most for in this world, her father, and Abby, had had all this wild, perverted sex behind her back. Her father actually talked about marrying the vile Abby who was only a year older than she, at twenty. Depraved! Demented!
She burst into his suite, raging at him:
"You degenerate pig! You ruined my mother's life with your rotten sex habits. Is that why she had to turn to women to get love? Because you spent all your time fucking young girls in the ass? Now you think you can ruin my life by picking up with Abby. Let me tell you, you vicious old man, that I'll kill you first. I'll kill her, too!”
John listened in rigid shock. He'd had a phone warning from Abby that Cheryl was on her way-but what defense could he prepare against her charges.
"Now, Cheryl, it's nothing like that. Your mother chose her own way. I've never tried to lay any trips on you. It was just unfortunate-”
"That lie about Abby's boyfriend stealing the necklace. You screwed her and gave it to her, didn't you! Went out of your mind for her b-beautiful body. Me-I got cheated out of Vassar and sent to this Midwestern dump to pull your chestnuts out of the fire. Poor idiot me, getting mauled all over campus for your crummy jewels and that cheap, crummy cunt!”
There was a letter-opener sitting on the coffee table in John's living room of the suite. She seized it and tried to stab the shocked, white-faced man. It wasn't the actual danger, he realized, as he struggled with the girl. It was the deep hate, the rejection of him that peeled him down to nothing in his daughter's eyes that hurt. Father and daughter struggled briefly and then he got the letter-opener away from her with only a nick on the wrist that bled a small amount.
"Why didn't you ram it into my heart!" he cried, near tears himself, "Cheryl, you're all I've got. All these years, just the two of us. I loved you deeply, did everything you wanted.”
"Yes, you did what I wanted, you crud," she wept, relaxing on the sofa. "As long as it didn't interfere with the degenerate activities of your hot prick.”
“It's not like that. You don't understand-”
“I understand this. After.tonight you're not my father. The mighty John Wallace, pillar of Brighton, respected, rich New York jeweler. I'm changing my name. I'm never going to see you again.”
"I've stayed away from women to protect you!" he cried. "I dropped one after the other because you didn't like them. I took you to dinner parties, plays, everything, and I never married. So once, just once-I get caught in passion-r”
"Once! I'd like to know how many young daughters of your customers you've managed to plug along the way!”
He gave a roar of rage to leap at her, dragging her up from the sofa to punch her out. She grabbed his wrists with her own fierce rage giving her strength and they swayed in locked tension, each wanting to get free to strike the other.
Something soft and warm plunged between them.
"Oh, no, oh, no, you've got to stop this," said Abby, who'd dressed quickly and followed Cheryl.
Cheryl gave a new scream of rage.
"You-you-ass hound!" cried Cheryl.
She jerked free of John and struck Abby on the jaw. Abby shot back and sat down on the rug with a crash, dazed. The Gypsy, which she wore around her neck, flew up and one side hung on her ear. She looked pathetic sitting on the floor. She wore only a thick robe, Cheryl's cut-off jeans and her boots, all of which she took time to grab up in her distress and desire to stop Cheryl.
The anger, some of it, drained out of Cheryl with that solid, satisfying blow on Abby's jaw. There was even a trace of blood.
"There'll be no more fucking of my father for you, babe," said Cheryl in an easier voice. "No more kinky sex trips for your wild cunt." She swung on her father. "As for you, you'll have to choose between us. If you ever touch her again, even see her, I'm gone forever.”
John who'd been too slow to stop Cheryl's blow, just glared at her. Abby rose slowly, glaring back at Cheryl.
"Listen to Miss Respectability! Everybody can see your problem, dear! You want to bed your father. You've lived like man and wife ever since your mother died, only without the sex. What is it? Four years? The longest sex tease in history. He can't go normal because some day, some way he might get in your pants. You-your crazy hang-up. You don't even understand that.”
It was Cheryl's turn to go white. She stood very still. “Tell me-about-my-crazy-hang-up.”
"Of course you can't have normal orgasms when you're wild to have your father inside of you. Every guy is just a substitute for your father, but you can't face incest. So you have to fantasize about sex with women. That way it's safe. Why didn't you screw him a long time ago and get over it and get on with your life?”
"Abby!" cried John.
"You're just as bad, John. You and your nutty ass leech. It has to be something weird like that to mask your real desires-to plug your sexy daughter. That keeps other women away and absorbs you so much that the truth never seeps in.”