Cheryl went to take her shower, filled with dreams about her strange new life-traveling to live in Paris. It would be fabulous. As she scrubbed she thought about Harold Lissac, the displaced Parisian, in Brighton. What a laugh he'd been. He surely belonged in Brighton, not Paris, and she-
Her father came into the shower. He was naked and had a fierce hard-on. She cringed back for a moment in shock, and then her belly thrilled and her cunt went wet. They kissed and fondled hotly in the shower and he fucked her on the bathroom floor in their desperate need to make love. She had a fabulous orgasm and so did he. They dried off, moved to her bed, and kissed and stroked each other up to a second sex fury. The years of desire had built a bank of erotic desire between them that seemed unending in its surplus.
That was Cheryl's best time since returning from Brighton. They had a dreamy, romantic evening in the city and she knew their new relationship was forever. In the cosmopolitan surroundings it didn't seem odd at all, and she had no interest in the young guys who stared at her hungrily and curled their lips at her old companion. If they only knew!
She spent the rest of that night in her father's bed as they made it twice more… The next week did not go as well. Thanksgiving was coming up and there were increased social obligations. The Paris dream intrigued her, but somehow they once again refrained from sex for several days. The next time she was the aggressor, slipping into John's bedroom in a filmy night dress that enhanced her charms by showing them only partially. That night they experimented with oral sex and she had six orgasms while draining her father of three. On the last one, his prick looked red and there wasn't much semen. Still it was fabulous to have a permanent lover so you could waste time on a complete evening of oral sex.
Still, she did not sleep with her father. Each went to a separate bedroom, and that night, tossing, Cheryl felt a growing sense of unfulfillment. That shouldn't be, because her hang-up was cured.
Abby Windsor showed up the next day.
"Decided to spend the holiday with you folks," said the redhead brightly; "Things are dull in Brighton and my folks had a dreary thing in North Dakota with assorted uncles and aunts.”
Cheryl gave a shriek of delight and hugged her Brighton roommate.
That long week-end was really fabulous. Cheryl showed Abby New York, which the girl hardly knew, and they were constant companions. John didn't seem to mind; he was busy with his own affairs. Cheryl told Abby about their plans for Paris.
"Great,” said Abby, without enthusiasm. "Maybe you'd better wait a while, though before all that commitment.”
"Nonsense. You showed us both how it was. How important we are to each other, John and I.”
"Today's love is tomorrow's forgotten greeting card," said Abby, rather cynically, Cheryl thought.
Cheryl caught on that Sunday afternoon. The girls had had no sex, though Abby got increasingly seductive towards her. Abby could only seduce passively-she could not initiate. That afternoon Abby moved about Cheryl's room naked, almost wanton, as the two girls tried on clothes. At one point Cheryl found herself staring at Abby's ass and thinking about what had happened between Abby and her father.
Abby's ass was truly great. She was a bit more voluptuous than Cheryl. in that department. Her hips and pelvic cage were wider than Cheryl's, yet gracefully curved. Her buttocks were perfect half moons, lush, springy, yet firm. The creases under each cheek made perfect smiles and her crack was pencil slim. Her two dimples above each buttock looked very erotic and the creamy flesh moved with a jiggle that was still taut.
She wants to have me, so I won't complain if she moves on to John for an assfuck, Cheryl suddenly-realized with alarm. Her backside leech is raging again. After that she felt a little sick and very-excited.
Evening. Abby had gone to her room early, complaining that she thought her period was coming, A perfect excuse to seek anal sex, thought Cheryl. After dinner, while John puttered about in his bedroom, Cheryl put on her sheerest panties. They were hardly more than a film of delicate cloth, revealing her blonde cunt hairs and, in the back, her own firm mounds and bold buttocks. Standing backwards to her mirror, Cheryl peered' over her shoulder as she tensed and swayed her bottom. Not wider than Abby's but deeper, more sexy, she thought. She felt a tingle in her cunt and kneaded her naked breasts until she moaned. Her cunt began to wet, and her breath became shorter. She threw on a robe and went otherwise naked, except for her panties, to her father's bedroom.
John had on only his shorts. There was nothing planned for the evening and he was about to take a leisurely shower. He stared at her in surprise.
"I think the time is now," she said in a low tense voice, eyes downcast.
"Cheryl, I-I don't understand.”
But of course he did. It had been destined from the first that he would someday ravage his daughter's asshole. In the beginning his interest in anal penetration might have been a mask over-and a diversion from-the worse perversion of incest. Yet the anal leech excited him and it was not to be put aside.
Cheryl let the robe fall from her body and lifted her arms so that he could see her frontal charms. Then she turned, slowly, deliberately to expose her luscious, deep-cheeked rear. She held that position.
She heard his voice. "I-I couldn't, Cher.”
Cheryl also detected the thickness and knew even with her back to him that his cock had begun to rise in his shorts.
"Abby's here. Abby also has anal attitudes. To protect me, you'd do her, all the time wanting the-ultimate-from me.”
She put her hands on the low bureau and bent over slightly.
"Oh… my God," he went.
"I have three passages that will admit a prick," she said evenly. "You've only known two.”
Her voice might be calm, but she wasn't. Her heart thudded in her chest. She was scared, and was also highly excited. None of the boys she'd had sex with had been interested in back-door banging.
He came up behind her. He ran his hands down her smooth, young body from the front, over her hard nipples, making her gasp a little. He felt the front of her thighs, gently rubbing her cunt in the sheer panties.
"Oh, baby, you are so built!" he enthused. She knew he was naked now and hard. His prick gently touched her back, higher up.
She knew she could still turn it into normal sex, or even oral. That would be safe. Anal penetration was a tremendous risk. If she couldn't handle it, there'd be a gulf between them, no matter how hard he tried to give it up. Sexual desires prevailed against all attempts to control.
"You want to fuck my a-a-ass," she said, her voice breaking a little. "I want you to do it. You have to do it, sooner or later.”
"Oh, Cheryl!”
He hugged her from behind, honoring her courage. She felt only the size and rigidity of his cock. It was going to be sheer murder. He breathed deeply as he played with her buttocks, kneading the firm flesh and working them, enjoying the warm fullness under the skimpy panties. Fingers pressed into her crack. Fingers dug into her seam and felt her pucker. She had to jump as the protective nerves, alerted to what was about to happen, gave supersensitive responses.
He was into it now, and already it was too late to turn back. He ran his stiff cock between her deep buttocks and murmured in his joy.
"Gorgeous ass. Breath-taking.”
He slipped her panties down. His hands trembled. He sounded in awe as he stared at her naked behind.