"See?" I told Aunt Cheryl, gurgling a little. "There are so many ways to spread the joy around."
She wrapped her arm around my neck and thrust her tongue into my mouth, seeking stray drops of the cum. We were all three in a huddle while Uncle Bill stood panting, watching by the bed, hi cock finally gone soft after servicing three hot shits into creamy climaxes – a good job for any man. But could he keep it up on a regular basis? We'd better stock up on oysters and vitamin E, I reminded myself as Aunt Cheryl's tongue played friskily inside my mouth. We could keep Uncle Bill in a manly status at all times. No problem there! Look at what he had to choose from!
He joined us on the bed, and we were a tangle of bodies. Nothing serious, just playing now, Uncle Bill was fucked out for the moment, and I was both astonished and I had to know that he'd managed to keep it up long enough to give me his sweetest, tastiest treasure.
Somewhere in the distance the phone began to ring.
Aunt Cheryl sat up. "My God," she said, "it's after 2:00! I should have been at the clinic! They're probably calling to find out if I've died or something!"
"Let me handle it," I said, sliding off the bed. "I'll tell them something plausible. More or less. You aren't going to work today, are you?" She shook her head. Her tongue was on Kim's nipple and her hand was on Uncle Bill's cock. She was getting it right, finally. A few more lessons and I'd have her cured, I thought smugly.
The phone kept ringing, and I hurried naked down the stairs to answer it. I jacked up the receiver. "Hello. Ashcraft residence," I said.
The voice in my ear was distant – but I recognized it at once. "Daddy!" I said excitedly, planting my naked ass on the chair beside the telephone stand. "Daddy! I can't believe its you!"
"Hello, baby," he said, faraway. Not the best connection, but what can you expect when you're getting a call from Saudi Arabia. It amazes me that they can actually run telephone lines under the ocean and connect people thousands of miles apart.
"Oh, it's so good to hear your voice," I said. "I just wish you were here, with me."
"Happy birthday," he said.
I giggled. "My birthday's tomorrow," I reminded him. "Have you forgotten?"
"It's two minutes after twelve here," he said. "How's it going, honey?" he added. "I hope you're not feeling the lonelies."
"I am," I said, "the lonelies for you, but I can handle it. Oh, Daddy, promise me one thing," I said "that when you come home in the spring you'll arrange it so you can stay a week or so here in Colorado with Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl? Promise?"
"I'd rather spend the time with you," he said softly into his end of the connection. "I miss you, baby, I really miss you."
"Same here." I said, "but I'm coping. Anyway, do you promise?"
"When was the last time I refused you anything?" he wondered. I mulled. When, indeed? "I promise. But then we'll hurry home and…" He didn't have to say anymore. I got the message. I was wondering how he would react to what was going on here, now, in his absence? Oh, shit! He'd love it!
"Make those months hurry by, Daddy," I said. "Listen – this call must be costing a fortune. Thank you for thinking of me, and all me again, as soon as you can."
"You sound like you're in a hurry to get back to something?" he said.
"Oh," I sighed, "we're just rehearsing for my birthday party," I said. "A party needs a lot of rehearsal, but you'll find out all about that when you come to Colorado. I love you, Daddy."
"And I love you too, Elizabeth… I wish I were loving you right now."
"I can make do till you get home," I said. "But hurry. Bye." And I smacked three big wet kisses into the telephone.
From upstairs I could hear someone sighing and moaning. I couldn't recognize the voice, but it had to be either Kim or Aunt Cheryl. Whichever, it left someone free for me to work on. I hung up the phone and hurried back upstairs. We'd have my party tomorrow, on my official birthday, but for now we had a lot of practice to get finished. The party would go on indefinitely, me and Kim and Roy Lee and Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl, and I hoped Daddy would enjoy the surprises I'd arranged for his return from the deserts of Arabia. If it went on forever, this sharing of love and lust among loving, lusting people, it wouldn't be nearly long enough to satisfy me. I stroked the telephone, remembering the soft sound of Daddy's voice in my ear, and then I went back upstairs, ready to take on whoever wasn't otherwise engaged at the moment.