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Chapter 6 Fists of Fury
The sounds of fists pounding on leather got louder as Lisa Simmons descended the basement stairs of the rambling farm home that Ben had inherited when his father passed on. Years ago, Ben had converted part of the basement to a weight room and physical training area. He pretty much ignored the fact that Charlotte was a girl. As soon as she was old enough to understand, he had begun to rigorously train her in the martial arts.
Charlotte had surprised Lisa by responding enthusiastically to her father’s training.
“I keep waiting for her to rebel. I never liked to exercise and having a daughter who is a physical fitness nut makes me wonder if Charlotte inherited any of my genes. Her latest is something she calls Astanga Yoga. Just watching her do those Sun Salutations wears me out,” said Lisa to her sister Margaret when they were last together.
“You and I stayed in shape fucking. I read recently where sex is very good exercise,” said Margaret as she sipped her scotch.
“I read that also. I could use a good workout,” said Lisa driven by urges flowing from her sex, conscious of the fact that almost every visit to her sister’s house ended in an orgy.
“Want me to tell Oscar to invite his friend Terry the Tripod over?” asked Margaret.
“Yes, but make sure he tells Terry I like it rough,” said Lisa. “Last time, he kept worrying whether he was going to hurt me.”
“I’ll mention it to Oscar. He can invite Axle too and Axle’s friend, Gary, since when were two men enough for the Randall sisters?”
Ben had been a martial arts instructor when he served in the army. Father and daughter made a habit of engaging in a strenuous training session on Saturday mornings. Descending the steep stairs caused twinges of pain in Lisa’s vagina and rectum reminding her she had already exercised at the grocery store and mall. She paused before she reached the bottom rungs deciding to quietly watch the Saturday morning ritual that had been taking place since Charlotte was nine years old.
“Fist,” shouted her husband Benjamin or Ben as everyone called him. Although at six foot six inches tall with the broad shoulders and flat stomach of a man who toiled ten hours most days on his salad and vegetable farm, people had a tendency to call him Mr. Simmons. He was holding a rectangular padded leather bumper he had first used decades ago to train Special Forces soldiers in the martial arts. As quickly as he spoke, the tall muscular girl immediately fired her gloved fist into the bumper. The sound of a violent collision of leather on leather bounced off the basement walls.
Charlotte’s fist landed with such force the bumper moved back two feet.
She’s magnificent mused Lisa watching from the dark stairs. What’s the term, Valkyrie, warrior princess? I’m so proud of her. She is so lean and muscular. She’s finally starting to get some boobs. It’s hard to picture her at one of those make-out parties going into a closet with some boy half her size. You’d think she’d scare him to death.
“Foot,” commanded Ben moving the pad much higher. Charlotte went into a spin launching herself in the air. Her foot struck the bumper causing it to fly out of her father’s hand.
“Enough, you’re getting too good for your old man,” said Ben with a surprised look on his face. He was out of breath and covered with sweat. He grabbed a towel off a shelf and threw one to Charlotte who caught it clumsily in her gloved hands.
“We’ve only been training for two hours. You always say it’s the third hour when you’re tired and exhausted that counts the most,” said Charlotte drying sweat of her face and the back of her neck lifting her blonde ponytail.
“I said that when I was younger. At my age, now it’s the second hour,” said Ben laughing. “Here, let me help you with those.” Ben reached out to take Charlotte’s wrist to help her remove her gloves. Charlotte stepped close to her father almost touching him. She was wearing black spandex shorts and a sports bra. Ben was dressed in a sleeveless shirt and a pair of running shorts.
She starting to fill out a little thought Lisa standing quietly on the dark stairs looking at her daughter’s back. Still, she’s all muscle not an ounce of fat. Charlotte is nothing like my side of the family. No one would ever look at the two of them and think Ben isn’t her father. She’s reaching the age she wants to be attractive to boys but she intimidates them instead. That’s fine for now. There will be plenty of time for the opposite sex once she gets to college. Who am I kidding? She’s already very interested in boys.
“Does Mom consider you a good kisser?” asked Charlotte her face inches from her father’s as he untied her padded gloves.
“The best,” replied Ben uncertain as to Charlotte’s meaning. Ben was keenly aware what he said was a lie. His marriage with Lisa had endured over sixteen years in spite of their age difference. And for the most part they got along well. But their sex life had been non-existent for over a decade and had never been passionate before that. Recently, Ben had arranged a visit to a sex therapist in an attempt to resolve their sexual incompatibility.
“Kiss me. I want to form my own opinion,” said Charlotte tilting her head upward toward her dad’s lips.
Ben leaned forward and planted a kiss on his daughter’s forehead.
“Not like that, like this,” said Charlotte wrapping her arms around her father’s shoulders pulling him close for a kiss on the lips.
Ben felt Charlotte’s rock hard belly pressing against his cock. Momentarily, he allowed himself to relax into the experience causing his cock to surprisingly stiffen against his daughter’s abdomen. Forgetting himself for a few seconds, he put his arms around Charlotte and drew her closer flattening her small breasts against his chest.
When Charlotte’s tongue invaded his mouth causing his cock to further harden, reality dawned. This is wrong he told himself. Charlotte’s my daughter and I love her as a daughter.
“Whoa, tiger, this is your dad not a rock star,” said Ben breaking the kiss.
“I’d rather kiss you than a rock star. You are a good kisser. Again,” said Charlotte.
“We better get cleaned up for lunch,” said Ben conscious his erect cock was pressing against Charlotte’s six-pack abs. He gently freed himself from Charlotte’s embrace.
I have to act today thought Lisa witnessing the scene. She may have the body of a Simmons but I willing to bet she’s got the sex drive of a Randall. And we all know what that means. I don’t want Charlotte to be like Margaret and me.
Poor Ben, she’ll find her way into his bed just like I did with my Daddy. Weird, she gave him one kiss and he had an erection. I could see that monster straining against his shorts. How many times have I sucked his cock with two fingers buried in his asshole working his prostate and still failed to create a woody? More times than I can recall. But one kiss from Charlotte, he’s ready for action. Daughters can do things for their fathers that wives can never do. I never had any problem getting my daddy hard and he was Ben’s age, fat, out of shape, and a drunkard.
Lisa silently retreated backwards to almost the top of the stairs before yelling, “Lunch in fifteen. You two get cleaned up.”
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