PART TEN: Obsessions
CHAPTER ONE, Cum for Me Baby!
Elaine Porter was having a most wonderful dream. She dreamed that an untold number of men and boys surrounded her, naked and erect, and they were stroking themselves as they approached where she was lying on a cloud. She, too, was naked. Her nipples were erect and her clitoris was hard and her pussy was wet with anticipation. The closer the group of men got, the harder it was to breathe because her heartbeat seemed to be interfering with her breath. Finally they came close enough to touch her. They did touch her but not with their hands. The front row of cocks erupted with cum that hit her skin in warm splattering bursts. "Cum for me, baby!" she screamed, and they did. When one row finished with their hot spurting they would magically evaporate and the next row would step up and cum on her. Her body was completely covered with ejaculate and each new squirt brought her a new orgasm.
It might have gone on forever if she hadn't woken up.
She lay in the memory of her dream climax, smiling at the image of her cum covered body, and she fell asleep almost immediately still wearing that smile.
Robert Porter had been in the hall when his daughter called out, "Cum for me, baby!" quite loudly in her room. He stopped and listened. What had she said? Thinking she might need something, he opened the door to his daughter's room and stepped inside.
He was immediately aware of the increased heat in the room, and a faint odor he couldn't quite place. He stood by the bed and looked at her sleeping soundly. She must have been dreaming. And it must have been one hell of a dream.
Elaine moved then, her arm coming out from under her covers and pulling the sheet down when it dropped on the bed. The movement bared her breasts to her father, and he stared without even giving it thought. Her breathing made them rise and fall, the pink nipples floating on cushions of flesh. His cock became hard in his pajamas. It found the placket and emerged to point at the slumbering girl like a flesh sign post.
His cock was inches away from her breast, and Robert could see both from the angle he was looking at his daughter. His cock was throbbing, and her nipples were floating, and his hand moved of it's on volition when it grasped his cock and began stroking slowly. He could imagine her waking to see him there and smiling. Imagine her reaching out to handle his cock for him.
Shit. What was he doing?
Robert backed away from the bed stuffing his rigid dick in behind the fabric of his pajama pants. It wouldn't go down. If there was anyone in the hallway . . .
There was nobody there. Emily was in bed sound asleep, so he tip-toed through the bedroom to the master bath and closed the door. Once inside, he dropped his pajamas and stood stroking himself and watching in the vanity mirror. When he felt that his release was near at hand he sat on the toilet and slid back as far as he could go. He was just barely able to angle his cock down enough so that his jism hit inside the toilet. After a moment, his penis lost its urgency and dropped down into its thickened after sex condition.
Closing his eyes, breathing deeply, he saw his daughter's breasts before him. He knew what the smell in her room was now. It was the scent of Elaine's aroused pussy.
#
It was two weeks since the Peterson's party, and life had begun get back to normal. His work at the bank was a bit of a blur in the days after the party, when his libido was revved up like a sports car, but things did eventually settle back down to the point where he could do his work without a hard-on. And home life was a strange combination of plans and regrets. He regretted not getting together with Terry or Claudia or Jenny Peterson, and he planned to rectify that error. Oh, yes, Brenda Davis, Jenny's daughter, got away from him, too.
He'd been a sensible man once, but now he left his sensibility at the bank when he came home at night, where he became an all but certified sex maniac. The taste and the smell of pussy were intoxicating, and the feel of pussy surrounding his cock couldn't be beaten. It was an obsession. It was almost a crusade to fuck everyone in the neighborhood at least twice, and then go around again with Emily for threesomes. It was great to have a life goal.
It was definitely not a life goal to have sex with his daughter. The other night was an aberration, a freak glitch in his wiring that wouldn't be repeated. He had no desire for her young body. No, not at all.
#
Danny spent most evenings with Sherona after their little party in the basement. They took in a couple movies, but mostly they stayed in and watched TV in the basement (wink, wink) and stole away to Tillman's room for sex on the sly.
Of course Tania and Robert Mosswell wouldn't have objected if they went to Sherona's room from the start. Even though Danny was 5 years younger, he was still better than that asshole she'd been married to by a long shot. They could think of worse men to be putting their dick into their daughter.
There wasn't any future in the relationship, of course. Theirs wasn't a romance, it was a coupling of convenience by two people who liked each other well enough for sex but had no interest in keeping it going for long.
With Danny out of the house more often, Elaine found herself at loose ends much more than she liked. She had a day job in a florist shop, but most of her friends were working fast food, and their lack of seniority gave them the evening shifts. So, when she got home from work she collapsed on her bed for half an hour and then got up check email and look at the TV hoping to find entertainment. Usually, she ended up watching her videos.
Her favorite was the one of her brother ejaculating on her chest. She could remember the warmth of his semen and how it seemed to heat her whole body. That day had been a revelation. It was the day she became obsessed with cum.
Some days Cathy would come over and they'd watch the video together. Or, Cathy would sneak out one of her family's home videos and the girls would watch and alternately laugh or stare in awe.
It was a Friday in mid June, two weeks after the parties, when Cathy called and asked Elaine if she wanted to stay over at the Burton's large home. Of course she would. Kissing her mother and father good bye, she started for the door. "Be careful over there," her father warned just as she was stepping outside.
"Why?"
"I, well, just be careful," he stammered, unwilling to tell her to keep her legs crossed around Kent Burton.
"Dad means that you should use your best manners," her mother said, laughing. "Bye, dear."
Elaine left wondering exactly why her father looked so sick.
#
"What's wrong with you?" Emily asked, after their daughter was gone "You're acting really weird."
"I suppose so," he admitted, going to the fridge for the bottle of wine. "I was just thinking about Kent at the party."
"At the party. Not home with his daughter and her friend."
"Sure, but Terry Carter said that Sally Burton went down on her father-in-law at the party." Robert poured himself some wine, scowling. "And Betty Burton was awfully familiar with Kent when they were playing the dick guessing game."
"So? Sally is not a blood relative of Ralph Burton, Robert. She likes her father-in-law. Big deal."
"And what about Betty?"
