"More than a daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Preston Ken)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Bunny had a technique of deep throating Mike that made almost all, of his long, long cock disappear in her mouth and down her throat, and made my eyes round with wonder. She sucked him lovingly and very thoroughly, working on his wide, pulsing cock until he was so stiff I thought he could crack bricks with this thing. When she lay back and raised her knees, all of us scrunched even closer to them to watch her cunt open and take him in. Once he was inside her, Bunny seemed to forget we were there, and I didn't blame her one bit for concentrating all her loving attention on her man. That monster slid in and out of her cunt like a huge, driving piston, making her pussy lips fold inwards and then open like the petals of a flower when he pulled out, only to move into her again and nestle deep in her cunt, jerking and quivering.

She locked her ankles over his back and hugged him tight to her, rocking and fucking him with the easy muscular grace of a lioness.

In a way, I felt disappointed. Except that they were both beautiful, huge people, it was just fucking – like I'd seen so many times this mad weekend. She handled him as easily as my mom handled my daddy. In her roomy cunt, he was just another super lover. I noticed he made love for her. I mean, he wasn't all hung up on watching his own cock plowing into her, or concerned with getting himself off in a cunt, instead of his own hands. He didn't just screw. He was a wonderful, passionate and very happy lover, and the response he drew from Bunny was simply beautiful to see.

Before Bunny even made it, the first time, Dirk had Dolly under him and Allen was fucking Joan's eager snatch. Six bodies were smoothly screwing, side by side on the soft rug. Teresa had been unable to suppress her desire to get into the action, someway. When Dolly pulled her close to her and showed Terry the tip of her flicking tongue, Terry moaned and promptly eased her cunt down over Dolly's head, straddling her body, presenting a hot box crying to be sucked. Everyone had someone now, but me.

When I watched Mike's huge thing chugging and chugging into its slick home, I decided abruptly to leave the guest house and find my lover. My pussy was so stormed up it couldn't wait for the feel of my father's strong cock parting my pussy lips and sliding into the place where it was truly needed, right now.

When I got to my daddy's bedroom, I saw two packed suitcases sitting outside his door. I suddenly felt very sad, although I knew he would be back and I would have him between my legs again the moment my morn had gotten through greeting him on his return. My mom! Bless her hot little heart. Daddy was her man, after all. He had his hands full, just taking care of her insatiable need for cock. I knew I would have to find my own personal lover, very quickly, or climb the wall in my desperate hunger for love. I knocked on my father's door, this time, instead of just barging in.

My mom was sound asleep in their bed, curled up in a little ball of contentment in the center of the bed. My dad was fully clothed, standing by his dresser checking his notebook of appointments. He looked up and greeted me with a warm kiss and a gentle hug. He looked so bushed my heart went out to him. Mom had really drained my poor daddy! He smiled down at me and whispered, "I have to cut out for the airport, Deb. How about driving me, and bringing the car back? Hop into some clothes and meet me down at the garage."

I nodded and turned reluctantly to get dressed. On the way to the terminal, my father snapped his fingers as a sudden thought came to him. "Debby," he said, rubbing my knee with his warm hand, "I just remembered I asked one of the young agents in my office to meet me at the airport with some last minute plans we sketched put for opening a new agency. I think you'll like him. In fact, I know you will. And, Deb, you know you need a strong man of your own… young, like you. Perhaps…"

He looked over at my face that was beginning to lose its long look. I knee he was trying to cheer me up. I sat close to him and dropped my hand on his crotch, feeling his beautiful tool all soft and tired under my hot hand. "Daddy," I said quietly, "I know you are right. About my getting a boyfriend of my own, I mean. But you aren't saying you'll never make love to me again, are you? Not to have you make love to me any more…" I started to cry.

"Hey, now," he said softly. "We'll get together again when I come home, if you want to. You know that. But I think all my kids should find love the right way. You know very well what I mean. Well, here we are." He swung the big car into the parking lot. We trudged over to the waiting area, peopled with sleepy-eyed early travelers heading for distant cities.

A tall, handsome boy appeared out of the crowd and shook hands with my dad, handing him a small leather travel case bulging with papers. He smiled at me. His eyes were bright and friendly and his manner easy and casual, although I noticed his eyes held for just a moment too long on my nipples showing through the thin blouse I'd grabbed in my haste to get dressed. He told me his name was Roger, and that it was a genuine pleasure to meet the lovely daughter his boss had mentioned so often. When we shook hands, rather formally, his grip was warm and firm and his eyes looked deep into mine in a way that made me stand close to him, with out fingers just barely touching, as he and Daddy chatted briefly about the company plans.

All too soon his flight was announced, and my father was gone! Roger and I stood by the huge glass window, watching the lights of his plane streak up into the sky and become tiny bright points, gleaming like little jewels in the lightening sky. Without realizing it, I was clinging to Roger's arm like a lonely little child. When he suggested we stop at the coffee shop, I was all for the idea. I did not want to be alone. When he mentioned he'd grabbed a cab to the airport, I offered to drive him back to his place, not mentioning that I didn't have a license as yet.

We talked a mile a minute, and by the time we reached his apartment, we were acting as though we had known each other for months. Roger was very easy to like. I found my eyes stealing glances at his crotch, and at his big, strong hands. My pussy was wet, and although I had no definite plans, I could think of no reason to object when he invited me up to his place for breakfast.

Roger moved around his bachelor kitchen with the assurance and know-how of a real gourmet cook, whipping us up a breakfast of fluffy eggs and crisp bacon and hot buttered toast that put Teresa to shame as a cook. We chattered away about work and my school, and before too long, about love and sex, just as though we had been dating for weeks and weeks. We found a dozen excuses to brush against each other. To touch. To stand looking into each other's eyes, and to hold hands while the toast almost burned.

After breakfast he glanced at the clock and said he really should shower and change his clothes and make motions like a rising young business man in our competitive world. I didn't want to give him up, but I couldn't bring myself to be bold and forward and tell him I was so eager to make love with him that my panties were damp and clinging to my pussy. I offered to wait while he showered, and to drive him downtown. He impulsively kissed me thank you, and headed for his bedroom. My fingers went to my burning lips, and then to my moist pussy. I sighed, wondering if the horny party had screwed itself to a reluctant halt, back at our guest house. Roger had the same sense of humor and the same loving manner about him as Mike. I sat down in his living room and flipped through a magazine that might as well have had all blank pages for all I saw in it.

I heard Roger singing in the shower, and tried to imagine his strong body all soapy with suds and his cock – stop that, I told myself. I heard the water shut off, and then to my horror I heard him yelp and I heard a dull thudding noise in his bathroom. And then – utter silence! I screamed, "Roger, Roger, what's happened?" and ran to the bathroom, bunting in to skid to a halt and stare at him laying on the soft wooly rug, tangled in the shower curtain, and out like a light bulb. I fell to my knees, crying and dragging him half up on to my lap, holding him and rocking back and forth and kissing his wet face like a little puppy trying to arouse its master. I felt the back of his head with my trembling hands. There was a lump already the size of a goose egg rising under his curly hair. He lay limp in my arms, his eyes closed, breathing shallowly. I didn't know what to do. I had to bring him around! If he had a concussion he had to be gotten to an emergency room pretty darn quick, but I knew I'd never be able to get him dressed or drag his husky frame to the car.

I tried to calm myself down. I had to bring him to. For the first time, I really looked at the naked boy in my arms. And I looked at his cock, first, I'll have to admit. I heard myself give a little gasp of surprise. And joy! He was built as big as my daddy! Even soft! His cock was perfectly formed. Thick, strong looking, without a blemish on his soft skin. His hair was thick and curly, but soft as cotton.

Without thinking, I found my hand curling around him, squeezing it lovingly and stroking it, the clean shiny-pink head of it brushing against my hot palm as I played with him, thinking, if anything, that he should feel my hand on him and arouse himself from his unconscious state.

I felt him stir in my arms. His eyes flickered and then opened, squinting painfully up at the face peering anxiously into his own. In a few seconds his eyes seemed to clear and he became aware of me anxiously jacking his cock into life. His hips sort of quivered and he sighed, stretching out, half on me and half on the soft rug on the bathroom floor. "I honestly believe I have died and gone straight up to heaven," he murmured. "There's an angel holding me and playing with my cock."

I looked down at my hand snugged around his growing shaft. I was stroking him up and down, very firmly now. There was room on the long length of his dick for another hand the size of mine… with cock left over. I actually blushed, but I didn't stop stroking him. "Roger, I couldn't think of anything else to do to bring you around. You must think I'm just awful…"

He grinned up at me, his hand closing over mine, on his cock. "I think you are simply wonderful, Debby," he said. "I also think it will be quite a while before I really and truly come to. Please don't stop frying to help me back to conscious. It's what I want and need very much, right now."

"After taking a thousand showers, why should I be so clumsy and slip and knock myself out when I had someone as sweet and lovely as you waiting for me? I promise, if you'll shower with me, never to fall again. In the shower, I mean."

My nipples were sticking out so far they looked like little fingers pointing at him, under my blouse. He rubbed his nose, against the one nearest him, and breathed in the scent of a young, hot girl falling in love so fast she didn't even know her legs were numb from being doubled under her, supporting half the weight of a very large boy.

I smiled down at him and bent over and our lips pressed together in a long, long kiss that had me struggling for breath before I was able to force myself to sit up straight again. "Roger, sir," I said very formally, "I believe you are now fully conscious and no longer in need of this emergency treatment." I didn't mean a word of the last part.

He grinned up at me and one of his big, warm hands slid up under my blouse to close over my tingling breast. "You are so wrong, nurse," he sighed. "My case is a desperate one, requiring your personal and very close attention for the next twelve hours, at least. I think I should be place in the intensive care ward, in the room next to this one, and that you should not even think of leaving my side – or of taking your hand away – until I'm completely out of danger."

I hugged him and kissed him again, moving so my nipple found its way into his mouth. "If anyone is in danger, it's your nurse. But if you think intensive care is what is needed, I guess I'm the only nurse available on the staff, at the moment. Let's put your wet body in bed and cover it… with…"

He struggled to his feet, still holding my hand around his throbbing cock, and rubbing his head very gingerly. "The uniform of this day happens to be birthday suits, nurse. Please comply with hospital regulations. Immediately." He grinned at me, weaving around like he had four martini's in his tummy, but his eyes were bright and fastened firmly on my tits, impatiently waiting to be free of my blouse. I raised my anus, encouraging him to undress me, slowly and deliciously. When my blouse came up over my head, he stood staring at my breasts, his cock rigid and pouring out a flood of love juice from its tiny, tight slit. He slowly went down on his knees, tugging at my skirt until it fell down around my ankles.

His face was just inches from my thatch of hair, and coning closer and closer to me every second. I held my breath, waiting for the touch of his tongue on my erect clitty. He pressed his mouth against me, nuzzling gently into the moist warmth between my legs, his tongue searching inside me and making shock waves spread through my shaking body like ripples in a mill pond. I groaned and opened my legs as much as I could without falling, my hips pressing me against his mouth. His tongue sought the opening to my tight hole and slipped inside just the tiniest bit I couldn't stand to stand there any more. I had to tie down, to hold him tight to me, to tell him how much I needed him and wanted him. I turned and led him into the bedroom, never letting go of his hard tool.

When we lay down on the bed, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to open my legs for his mouth to kiss me and part my wet pussy lips, and to take as much of his hardness into my mouth as I could handle. To me, this wasn't just sex. Not just sucking and licking a horny boy. To my surprise, because everything had happened so quickly, I felt I was in love! I sucked his cock with no driving urgency to feel it jerk and throb its load into my mouth. I didn't care if he ever came. My eyes closed and my mind turned partly inward, thinking about how fantastic his tongue felt, roaming around in nay quivering cunt, and how delicious he tasted to me.

When he turned around and gently eased his body up over mine, I reached down to guide him into me with the positive feeling that I had found the lover who was meant to be mine. I felt my eyes fill up. Hot tears ran down my cheeks. He thought he was hurting me, and pulled back to look anxiously down into my eyes. I locked my legs around him, pulling him tightly to me. "Darling, I'm O.K. Just suddenly wiped out by all this love I feel, with you. Don't stop. Let me have all of you. Deep inside. Yes… like that. Oh! Roger. I'm the luckiest girl in the whole world. If you knew how much I need you."

He held me tightly and kissed me into silence, pushing himself into me with a wonderful strength that made me limp, but still heating up inside with a warm glow I had never felt before. My hands stole down to press his hips against me. The pace of our love increased. He stroked into me more and more deeply, filling me to bursting and making my skin ripple with wave after wave of goosebumps. We fucked faster and faster, feeling our nerves demand their release from all the tension of the past hour, when love began to make us starry-eyed, back in the kitchen.

My orgasm made my heels beat on his bed in a wild outburst of passion that made his arms lock me tight to him as he came and came in me, filling my cunt with a bursting, scalding rush that kept me clinging to him like I was drowning in a wild, crashing sea of towering waves that finally tumbled me up onto a warm golden beach, gasping and shuddering my pleasure out loud for him to hear.

He didn't go soft! And I didn't let him slip away from me. After just a minute, his hips began to move against me again. I groaned and locked him tightly to me. Our need was so great we didn't stop making love until we were too exhausted to do anything but lie limply in each other's arms and kiss and stroke each other with tender hands that couldn't seem to press us closely enough together.

We lay in each others arms the rest of the morning, rousing from a half-sleep, now and then, to talk in low, loving voices, telling each other about ourselves – our past, our mutual need for someone like we had unexpectedly found, someone to pour our heart out to, someone to hold and to love forever. My pussy never got even a little bit sore, and Roger was up and ready every time I wiggled myself under his warm body and reached to put him back into me.

We left his big bed only to fumble around in the kitchen for food and cups of hot strength-giving coffee, and then we tumbled back into bed to stretch out deliciously warm and relaxed, touching from our lips to our toes, joined the way two lovers find their way into each other's bodies. When I would drift off to sleep for a few moments, and dream of my lover, his face was Roger's face, not my daddy's. I remembered what my father had told me, on the way to the airport. I had done exactly what he suggested, not knowingly or willfully, but it had happened. Roger was my lover, and I was his woman. His woman! Yes, I was a woman, now. The little girl who used to play with her itchy pussy in front of her mirror was gone forever. In her place was the luckiest female ever to hold her man close to her wildly beating heart and feel the rigid proof of his love, deep inside her wait.

My daddy's cock was special, but Roger's cock belonged to me forever.