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

CHAPTER SEVEN

The sun was low on the horizon before we all met again in the big comfortable family room. Dirk and Allen looked a bit tuckered, but still game to stay with it and try to satisfy their dates. Joan and Dolly were positively radiant in tightly clinging dresses. Every curve, every dimple showed through the thin material.

My mom and dad were still keeping their mattress warm, I supposed. I knew my mother would get all the loving she could, tonight, before she had to give up her man to his business world.

I felt lazy. But awfully good, inside. Relaxed, but still my young, horny self. I'd put on just my old pool robe, after a quick shower. We all sat on the rug, in a small, intimate circle, talking about whatever came to our minds. Somehow we got on the subject of our first sex experiences, and both Dolly and Joan had fascinating stories to tell.

"The first man to get between my legs and take my cherry was the best lover ever to get a hard on," Joan began. "He could last for hours without coming. He had the most talented mouth and hands of any man I've ever loved. I was very young – without even a single hair growing on my pussy. My mother had died when I was only six years old, and my daddy raised me all by himself. He never remarried, and as far as I knew he never even cared about having a girlfriend to fuck. He seemed to build his whole world around me, and mine was filled with my school lessons and teachers and Spooky, my cat, and my love for my father."

"How old were you when you first made love with a man?" I asked Joan.

"I was eleven years young, bare pussied, not a bump on my chest, but with a terrible itch between my legs. I could not understand why I burned and itched something awful down there. I would wash it and powder it and finger it every night, but still the sensations would not go away. One night when I simply could not get to sleep, I was bare naked in my bed, playing with my hairless cunt as usual, when I looked up and there was my father standing just outside the circle of light from my bedlamp, quietly watching his horny daughter diddling her clit and shivering a lime with the neat feelings I was getting."

"Do you mean that the man who took your cherry was your own father?" Dirk asked her.

"Yes!" Joan smiled at him. "Dirk, you have to understand our relationship. We were all we had. Just each other. We loved each other in a way that just does not exist in families where both parents are there to provide comfort and affection for their kids. So some would say it was wrong. But I loved my father with all my heart and he could do no wrong. He is dead now."

"I was lonely until I met Dolly and she moved in with me. Anyway, on that special night, my daddy knelt by the side of my bed and put his warm hand on my little leg and asked me what was wrong. I told him I didn't know, but my pussy just would not stop itching. I opened my legs and moved my bare pussy into the light so he could examine it closely for me and tell me what was wrong. He said I was having growing pains, that's all, but when his finger touched my clit I did not feel pain. I felt… well, I can't describe it."

"You felt hot. Your clitty got hard and stood up between your cunt lips," I prompted her.

Joan nodded, and I noticed Dolly nodded too, caught up in the emotional surge of Joan's story. Or maybe for reasons of her own that I didn't know about just then, "My daddy parted my pussy lips and saw how moist my cunt was inside. He said he wondered if I would mind if he touched me with his tongue, down there… that it had been so long since he had kissed a pussy he had almost forgotten how soft and pretty they were inside. I raised my little butt up a bit and told him to please go ahead and taste me. When his tongue started to slide over my little cunt I almost cried with joy! The itching stopped and was replaced with sensations no boy could ever understand. My daddy got carried away with his emotions. I saw no reason to resist when I felt his tongue push up into my tiny passage beyond the tight hole that guarded it. But he never hurt me, not even once."

I noticed Dolly had one hand on Dirk's crotch and the other under her pulled-up skirt, rubbing her clit – not hard, but with a far away look in her lovely eyes. Joan's story was stirring memories for her, I was sure.

"Did it happen that night?" Allen asked. "I mean, did he put his cock in you?"

Joan smiled at him and let her eyes drift to Dolly's exposed pussy before answering him. "Yes. That very night. He didn't make me come, with his tongue. I was too young to climax, although I felt strangely contented, and very much loved, when he stopped licking and sucking my pussy and came in my bed to lie beside me and hold me in his arms. His cock was up like a flagpole, and his hand kept stroking his cock, very slowly. I sat up in my bed and watched him for a long time and then I asked him if I could do that for him. He didn't answer, but he didn't push my hands away when I closed my small fists around his thick cock. I didn't even know the name for what I was doing, I jacked him off. No. Not off. He wouldn't come, but I didn't miss that because I didn't know a darn thing except that his cock felt so nice in my hands. Since my pussy was starting to itch again I got the idea of rubbing his smooth wet cockhead against it. Can you guess the rest?"

"Yes!" I said, so promptly Joan looked at me oddly. "Did it hurt?"

She frowned, thinking back. "No. I was too excited. It could be that I really didn't have a cherry. Some girls don't, you know. His cock went right in – not just ka-boom! – but gradually, and it felt really wonderful. Well, that was the beginning. Until he died, we did it every single night. He taught me sexual love and many things that Allen knows I know. Right, Allen?"

"You had a fantastic teacher. And no doubt, a fantastic lover. And speaking of being loved…"

I blocked his move to take Joan in his arms. "Wait a minute, you horny red-head," I told him. "I want to hear about Dolly's first time. Dolly?"

"My early sexual experience was in no way as pleasant as Joan's," Dolly began, "In fact, if she hadn't found me and straightened my head around, my first experience might have been almost my last. I didn't think boys were very nice, after it happened."

"What happened?" Dirk and Allen chorused.

Dolly swallowed hard, bad memories flooding back to take over her emotions. "I was gangbanged," she said simply.

My brother groaned.

"I had the bad luck to get mad at our high school's chief stud, just a year ago, and I told him to go fuck a tree. For revenge, and to satisfy his huge ego, he got three of his buddies together and they kidnapped me right off my own front porch swing where I was sleeping on a hot night. They took me out in the country, in a big old Packard sedan that he had fixed up into a kind of a mobile bedroom. We drove way out in the sticks, and I was given the choice of putting out or getting out, and walking back to town." Dolly paused for a minute, thinking about that night. "Now don't get me wrong. I was not raped. Jeff was too clever for that. You know, from reading the papers, what a shin chance a girl has of proving rape in court, or even forceful entry and abduction. I knew I would have to do it, but I wasn't terrified – just damn mad and a bit shaky at what I knew I would have to do, to get home in a reasonably good condition."

"Jeff and I weren't strangers. I had dated him. I suppose just because all the girls in my class were nuts about him, and it was the thing to do to go out with the handsome class stud and then tell the other chicks all about how you made out, in the bull sessions in the girls powder room at school. We went to a drive-in movie on that date and had a swell time, up to the point where Jeff got turned on and wanted to fuck. I did, too, but he was so crude about demanding his way, and using four letter words, that he put a different slant on making love. He made me feel like a cheap slut, the way he talked to me. I was cherry, and I guess I had some high ideals about love and sex and having a boy do something so intimate with me as putting his thing in my virgin hole. Anyway, he pissed me off and I told him he could go fuck himself with his long dick. I guess he brooded about not banging a neat chick. He didn't like his make-out record spoiled."

"I was no stranger to sex. I had a boy go down on me, and I'd played with more than one stiff cock before that first night with Jeff, but I had never gone all the way. I even liked Jeff, even on the night they whisked me off in the Packard. He was awfully good looking, and hung, but he'd just gotten ego-ridden and too crudely pushy to suit me."

"Did all four of those jokers jump you?" Dirk asked.

"They were not rough with me, Dirk," Dolly said. "Just horny and quietly determined to fuck. Actually all of us were turned on by the situation. Believe me, it's something to know you have to get naked and screw a boy with three others watching your every move. But I got hot in spite of being upset at losing my prized cherry under conditions not of my own choosing. When Jeff moved across the big front seat to me, the other guys stayed in back and were very quiet. I let him undress me without a struggle. He wasn't rough. I mean he didn't just rip my clothes off. His cock was out of his pants and it was so huge and so hard I remember thinking oh-what-the-heck, if I had to take a cock in me it might as well be a good one, instead of some little peanut thing that would jab around and get me all hot and not feel like anything at all."

"I'll say this about Jeff – the girls in the powder room hadn't told fibs about his ability as a lover. He was terrific with his tongue! He made me come so fast I couldn't believe it! I looked up at the eyes watching me over the back of the front seat and I guess some weird exhibitionist tendency in me came alive. I figured since I had to go through this anyway, I might as well get what I could out of it I decided right then to let loose and give the whole gang the show of the week. I guess maybe that decision saved me from rougher treatment, because all of a sudden the three jokers who were watching came over to my side, so to speak. I mean, when they took over, they were hotter than hell but they seemed almost grateful for the chance to make it with such a horny wild babe as I seemed to be, that night."

Allen shifted his cock around in his pants, smiling at his own turn-on, imagining he was there in the back of that Packard. "Sex is so crazy, isn't it?" he asked. "I'm remembering how all of us hit the pool and got into our party so neatly it still wipes me out, thinking about it. Conditions, and the people, so to speak, were just light and everything went so well."

I squeezed his cock to stop his flow of words and told him to let Dolly have the floor.

"Well," Dolly continued, "I looked at that stiff thing Jeff was approaching me with and I guess my pussy took over. I lay back and opened my legs and let him work it into me without a whimper of protest. The guys in back couldn't see his cock sliding into my wet cunt, but they sure could hear my reaction to his penetration. I groaned and hollered and sniffled and cried buckets, but when they saw my legs lock over his back and pull him in tight to me they knew I was not exactly in agony! As big as he was, he didn't hurt me much, I was so darn slippery wet inside and out. We were just getting going good, I thought, when the stupid idiot lost all control and like it was his first time, too! I heaved him off me and just lay there, panting, and waiting for one of my watchers to climb over the seat."

I noticed my brother's cocks were raising hell with them, from Dirk and Allen's reaction to Dolly's story. I bet, in their minds, they were waiting in that car, to take their turn between Dolly's shapely legs.

Dolly had her hand inside Dirk's fly, and her hand wasn't idle. I think all of us were turning on, but we wanted to hear what happened next, in the Packard. "When one of the boys tumbled over the seat, I was more than ready. He shoved Jeff over in the corner and put his stiff rod in my soaking pussy so fast I gasped! No warm up was needed. I don't think he was too experienced. He'd stroke real fast, like a bunny, and then realize he was going to go off and he'd try to slow down so he could stay with it longer. But luck wasn't with him. He lasted no longer than Jeff. It was getting ridiculous! I was so hot to screw, my pussy was driving me crazy, and there didn't seem to be a man in the car."

"When he pulled out all red-faced and puffing, he took out a big handkerchief and wiped my soaking pussy, almost apologetically. Strong hands reached over and pulled my naked body into the back seat. Wouldn't you know it! The next joker lasted much longer, but his cock was so small it felt like my finger in me. And number four came almost as soon as his cock bottomed in my pussy. That's what he got far priming his pump so long, watching the others getting it on. But there I was, still roaring hot, looking around for a stud. By this time, Jeff was ready again, and I guess he figured he would show his gang how a real man did a hot female!"

"You didn't mind when a guy who's blown it wanted back?" I asked Dolly.

"Mind?" Dolly ginned. "I was ready to rape him I was so hot. I took him in like a long lost friend and fucked him and fucked him all over the seat. This time I came. Oh! Did I ever! He pulled back and looked at me with something like respect, in his eyes. I sat up and caught my breath. It was so hot in that car, what with all of us panting and trying to screw like mad, I was sweating buckets. I sat there, saying nothing. Just waiting. All the guys sort of looked at each other in an embarrassed kind of way. They realized the girl they were going to teach a lesson had won the first round. I didn't really mind when the Number Two guy wanted to go again. He did better. Not good. But better. I'll admit it, I let the boys fuck me as much as they wanted to." It was a sweaty, messy session that didn't break up until it started getting light outside the fogged up windows. They helped me into my clothes and drove me back to town, putting me out of the car about three blocks from my house. I was so beat and so sore, now that the heat of battle had passed, I just sat down on the curb and cried. That's where Joan found me. She stopped to pick me up in her car, coming home from driving around aimlessly because she couldn't sleep. She knew at a glance that something pretty bad must have happened to me. Even though we were strangers, I found myself with my head on her shoulder and her arms tight around me while I poured out the whole story to her. She took me to her home, gave me hot coffee, a heavenly bubble bath and a hell of a lot of much-needed sympathy.

I got to thinking about how tender my pussy was after my first experiences with cocks. "Weren't you awfully sore? I mean, you took four different dicks right after you were gotten into your very first time!"

Joan spoke up. "You should have seen her poor little cunt! It was all puffed up and red and so touchy it was like a bride's pussy on her honeymoon! But you know, maybe it was because of what had happened to her just a few hours before, or because we felt such love for each other… but… well, Dolly woke up hotter than a two dollar pistol."

Dolly laughed, remembering that morning: "I'm afraid when I showed my sore pussy to Joan, I was looking for a bit more than sympathy. I didn't know her then, sexually, I mean, and I had never even once thought about sex with girls, but that morning it seemed so right that when she kissed me on my cunt, impulsively I grabbed her head and held her there a second or two too long. Her tongue sort of slipped out and brushed over my clitty and, well, we didn't get out of bed until late that afternoon."