Father's Keeper by Parker Ford (classic fiction .TXT) 📗

He didn’t answer me, just grunted,moving himself between my legs, slipping the head of his cock to my pussy.Gil’s lips crushed down on mine and his tongue was hot and sweet on mine. Heslipped into me with no effort at all, I was that ready for him. The head ofhis cock hitting my G-spot when I bowed up under him to get him deeper.

“He’ll come and he’ll go and we’ll bein here together,” I said, touching his face, his lips. He nipped at me and Iyelped softly, his cock driving deeper, his fingers biting into me.

“That fucker doesn’t get to come,”Gil said in my ear.

It was on the tip of my tongue toremind him that I had been going down on him while Carl had been fucking Tammy,but he tilted my ass up just enough that the tip of him tripped the bundle ofnerves deep in my cunt and I came, pushing my teeth to his shoulder, mufflingmy own cries of pleasure. “Yes, Gil,” I said instead.

He grunted again, pulling out and foran instant my heart broke and I thought he was getting up to leave. Instead heturned me onto my belly and hiked me up on my knees by my hips. “Spread yourlegs,” he growled and I opened myself to him. “Put your head down, Jen,” hesaid and one hand pinned me at the small of my back, one hand pinned my head,pushing it low so my ass stuck up and I was bowed at his mercy.

I wondered wildly a racing thrillshooting through me. Had he fucked my mother like this? Did I look different orthe same? How different did we feel? Was I better? And god, had he ever thoughtof me this way under him before tonight? Had he had these thoughts for yearsand years the way I had--I wasn’t brave enough to ask.

Gil’s hand pushed me hard and I shookunder him, pushing back to take his cock. I balanced on my forehead and hisfingers caught and tangled in my bed head wild hair. His fingertips blanched myskin and I sighed when he said, “Touch yourself for daddy.”

The word made my whole body tremble.Daddy had been a joke between us. I’d called him dad but never daddy. Notseriously, anyway. I had called him that tongue in cheek and he’d calledhimself that in the same manner. So when he said it, my nipples peaked and mystomach tingled and I reached under myself, tickling my clit with my fingertip.Not touching too hard because he had me so worked up that if I did, I’d come.And I didn’t want to come just yet.

“Yes, daddy,” I said, and smiled. Myface pressed to the mattress and him ramming into me so I scooted forwardmillimeter by millimeter. I heard soft furtive sounds in the house and wonderedif it was just Carl getting his stuff or if Carl was eavesdropping on us.

The cruel and twisted part of me hopedhe was.

“Good, good, girl. I’m going to comesoon,” he said, his voice so soft it was just another fragile furtive sound inthe house. I had to struggle just to hear him in the silent home. “And I wantyou to come with me. Will you come with me, pretty girl? I’m going to comebecause of this sweet pussy,” he said and I felt my skin erupt in goose bumps.I was nodding and then realized that he couldn’t see me.

I said “I will. I will come with you.”

“Sweet, sweet pussy,” he said again.He moved his hand from my head and pushed a finger into my ass. A slow, subtlestinging pinch that lit my lower half with a the sparkle and bite of pain. Buthis cock slammed into me harder, nudging and pushing the plump folds of my cuntand his finger only amped up that pleasure with a hint of pain.

“Oh, Gil,” I said, my face pressed tothe bed.

“Who?” His finger slipped in and outof my back hole, his cock in and out of my cunt and his voice was a raspy kissin the dark.

“Daddy,” I said.

“Oh, daddy, that’s good.”

He stilled, thrust hard, gruntinglowly and squeezing my flesh so hard I saw stars in the dark. “Come on then,”he sighed.

When he came, I came with him, myfingers flying on my clit, the word daddy on my lips.

He curled me into him, whispered in myhair. “It was so, so hard for me to see you with him that first night. But Icouldn’t look away.”

A jolt of excitement and surprisedfire off inside of me even though I was half asleep. He had been there. Ihadn’t been imagining it.

* * * *

I heard a bang out in the house. Iheard a shuffle and a drag and a grunt. I knew it was Carl leaving. Probablydrunk. Carl tended to do things he did not think he could be forgiven for andthen drink himself into a stupor. I had surprised him for nearly a year byforgiving him anyway. Now I would simply let him go. Carl was free. I didn‘twish him ill, but I was done with him. I was pretty sure he was done with me,too. And that was fine by me.

I listened to the back door and thenthe very distant but distinct rattle and slam of the back gate. The dog threedoors down, who usually slept through as he was old (had been when I was ateenager and was still around), set to barking. I wondered in my blissed out,mostly asleep state if Carl was walking or if Tammy the trollop had driven himhome and was waiting for him. Her old Ford smoking in the cool night air.Classic rock whispering in the maroon interior.

I turned so that I was tucked intoGil’s arms, my head under his chin. My mouth breathing warm breath on his neck.I felt the salt and pepper stubble on his cheeks rasp against my forehead. Ifelt his heartbeat thumping in his tone body. His fingers swept back and forth,back and forth, a mesmerizing caress along my back. I thought of him