"Do me, Daddy!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Ron)

CHAPTER ONE

When the doorbell rang, I was stretched out by the pool wearing sunglasses and tanning oil.

"Oh, fuck!" I griped, reaching for the strip of scarfing that makes a nice, slinky wraparound dress when tied in place. I tied it in place and stomped through the house to answer the door, not appreciating the interruption at all.

My head was on the verge of splitting. Mom was away for a day or two, and I'd spent last evening drinking her vodka and playing with my pussy. It was okay at the time, but I was paying for it now, and I was ready to bite the head off whoever had come around to bother me.

I opened the door, snarl in place, and looked way, way up into a man's face.

"Uncle Roy!" I hollered, forgetting all about being hung over and in a bitchy mood. He smiled and I threw myself on him for a big hello kiss. He put his hands on my waist and lifted me right off the floor.

"You've grown up a little bit, Jenni," he said, stepping back to take a look at me. I did a modelly turnaround to let him see just how much. My body was greasy from the suntan lotion and the scarf-dress showed the definite outlines of everything I had, but I didn't mind Uncle Roy looking at me. In fact, I was really proud of the way my tits stood out, nipples hard and thrusting, and there was nothing wrong with the smooth flow of my waist and ass and legs, either. I was a big girl now, and I enjoyed having men look at me. Especially men like Uncle Roy. God, he was such a gorgeous hunk of male!

He isn't really my uncle. It's just an honorary title. When I was younger, he was like part of the family, but he moved out to the West Coast six or seven years ago and I hadn't seen him in all that time. But he was just as I remembered, big, nearly as blond as I am, and so Goddamned good-looking he could chase Robert Redford out of the movies. He smelled nice, too. I noticed that when I kissed him, and I liked it.

Uncle Roy went to college with Mom and Daddy, though he's a couple of years older than they are. He's about forty, I guess, but he doesn't look it. And he hasn't gotten fat and bald, like Daddy, which was something else I liked.

"Is your mother home?" he asked, interrupting my head-to-toe survey of him. I shook my head no, adding that she'd left yesterday and wouldn't be back before this evening or maybe tomorrow morning. He looked disappointed, and he sighed. Back in the old days, when they were all in college, he and Mom were pretty close. That was something I'd picked up eavesdropping on the fights that went on before Daddy moved out.

"I'm in New York now," he added. "Permanently. California became just too much for me to handle. It's an insane place." I nodded in agreement, but I'd never been out on the Coast and I didn't know if he was telling me the truth or not. But men smile when you agree with them, and I like to see men smile. "I was just on my way back from a conference in Chicago," he went on, still smiling, "and I thought I'd drop in to see how you were getting along."

Where were my manners? We were still standing in the doorway!

"Come on in," I told him. "We'll go out by the pool and I'll fix you a cold drink. Isn't it hot today?"

I led the way, very conscious of how my scarf-dress clung to the oiled curves of my body. Uncle Roy's eyes were bright-blue, bluer than mine even, and unless they were in bad shape he couldn't help noticing that all I wore under the dress was me. I looked down as we walked and noticed for my own part that the moist slickness of my tits had made the material almost transparent there, that my nipples were quite visible through the soaked scarfing. Nice. They were two of my best features.

Vodka and tonic was his drink and it sat right with me, too. We sat under a shady umbrella sipping and talking, and it was nice to hear a male voice on the premises again. He clucked sympathetically when I gave him an abridged account of Mom and Daddy's marital troubles, ending with the divorce and Daddy's abrupt removal to Australia, and he was full of questions about Mom and how she was taking it. It was no dummy – I could see that he was quite interested in my mother, and I wondered just how close they'd been in the past. As I chatted with him, I found myself very curious. Had he ever fucked Mom? Three to one he had. Daddy had implied as much during the last big fights, but Mom had never dignified the accusations with answers.

What kind of a lay was he? I wondered about that, too. Didn't his age put him over the hill, sexually speaking? I mean, how could a forty-year-old man compete with a horny young boy? Of course, Uncle Roy didn't look over the hill in any sense.

"Are you going to school here?"

"School's out," I reminded him. "I was going to a girls' school in Kentucky but I got kicked out." For having a boy in my dorm room. Thank God the proctor didn't catch us screwing. We were fully dressed, and getting into some preliminary petting when she nabbed us. Otherwise they'd probably have branded me with a scarlet A as well as kicked my ass out.

"Some schools have absolutely archaic regulations. Just like the Dark Ages or something."

His glass was empty, so I poured him a refill. It was mostly vodka, the way I like vodka and tonic.

My glass was empty, too, but the first drink had set my tummy fluttering and I didn't need a second right now. Instead I stood up, stretching like a lithe young cat, which is a good description of me. I'm almost five feet six, honey blonde above and below, with long legs and arms that know how to stretch and wrap. Mom keeps telling her friends that I'm going to be a real fox when I grow up, but at almost-fifteen I think I'm doing pretty Goddamned good.

"It's so hot," I said, and it was. "Would you mind if I went in for a swim, Uncle Roy?"

He shook his head with a smile.

"Why don't we both dive in?" I suggested, toying with the fold of my scarf-dress. He grinned and shook his head again.

"I don't have a suit," he apologized.

"Neither do I," I confessed, undoing the knot. The long, slinky scarf dropped to the tiles and I stood there, naked. Uncle Roy looked as if his eyes were going to explode out of his head, and I saw him swallow very hard.

"Swimsuits are so archaic," I added, strutting to the edge of the pool. My ass twitched as I walked, but it always does, and I could feel his eyes fixed upon me all the way.

I stood there for a moment, basking in the warmth of the Ohio sun, and then I dived in.

I showed off for him in the water. I'm a good swimmer and I did a lot of aqua tricks, and I made sure that he got an eyeful of tit and ass and pussy besides. From the pool I could see him in his chair, his eyes intently watching me over the rim of his glass. Score two points for Jenni.

Finally I climbed out of the pool and stood on the tiled edge, drying myself with a towel. I felt good after my swim, no hornier than usual, and the cuddly soft-rough of the towel was so invigorating on my skin that I really got into drying off. If Uncle Roy hadn't been there, I'd probably have lain down on the tiles and finger-fucked myself to a come, just because it felt good, but that would have been carrying things too far. Teasing him was all I had in mind, teasing him because we were alone and because I knew I could do it and because it was such a neat idea.

I looked at him from the corner of my eyes to see how he was taking it, and I nearly fell into the pool. It was working like crazy.

Uncle Roy had taken off his jacket when we came outside, and he was sitting there in his shirt sleeves, his legs crossed. But his pants were fashionably snug-fitting and even crossed legs couldn't disguise the fact he was excited. The front of his trousers was tented with what looked like an incredible hard-on, and I knew that I had caused it.

He looked embarrassed, especially when he saw I was looking at his crotch, and he reached for his jacket, draping it over his lap. That big lump of cock was still there, though, and I knew it and he knew it.

I dropped the towel and went towards him. Honest to God, I hadn't even dreamed of giving him anything more than some sneaky peeks until I saw what a roaring hard-on he'd gotten.

"Jenni," he said in a tight little voice as I dropped to my knees beside him. I was still naked, with beads of water in my hair. My nipples were as stiff as his cock was and I could feel my heart thumping a little too fast. Before he could stop me, I pulled the jacket off his lap and planted my hand on the rod tenting out his pants.

"Stop that!" he said.

I rubbed the length of his boner with my palm. God, his cock was so big and so hard! Something in my brain told me I'd die on the spot if I didn't get a look at his prick, so I unzipped his pants and stuck my hand inside. He groaned as my fingers touched his shorts, and then I was past the briefs, holding the hot, hard cock of my honorary uncle.

"Jenni," he said again, "this is ridiculous. Stop it at once." But he didn't really sound serious about it, not with that hoarse choke in his voice, not the way his prick kept getting harder when my hand locked and unlocked on it. "This isn't happening," he said to no one in particular. "My God, I've known you since you were a baby."

Instead of talking, I wriggled around with my fingers till I'd dragged his cock through his undone zipper and it was sticking out into the naked light of day.

Where it was created to stick out. The gorgeous size and shape of his prick took away my breath for a moment, and I could only pet his rod with my hands while I sighed in delight. Nature had been good to Uncle Roy, from where I knelt, at least. His cock was the biggest, most beautiful I'd ever seen. Eight inches in length, easy, with curling gold hairs thick around the base. Its color was a glowing, healthy flesh-tone except for the knobby tip, which was vividly purplish and looked like a rare flower about to blossom. As I handled his dick, I realized that so far I'd only seen boys' cocks – this tool belonged to a man!

Now there was no turning back. I'd always thought Uncle Roy was attractive – now I knew that he was beautiful and that I had to fuck him. If Mom ever found out about this, she'd shit, but I didn't plan to tell her. And even if Uncle Roy did, getting screwed by a cock like this would be worth catching hell for.

I looked into his face. He was ashy-white, his eyes dilated. It seemed as if his strong, assured manhood had suddenly deserted him. But that couldn't be. The portion of his manhood resting in my hot little fingers was definitely up to snuff.

"I'm going to suck your cock, Uncle Roy," I told him then.

"No – you can't…"

"I made it hard, so I think I'm entitled," and with that I pressed my lips to the swelling bulge of his prick-head. Uncle Roy groaned but he didn't tell me to stop.

I kissed my way up and down the exposed part of his dick, dwelling a long time on the flaring edges of his big knob. My fingers stole into his shorts to fickle the oversized balls. His eggs rolled inside their wrinkled sac and I felt his rod get even harder between my lips. Oh, this was no way to go about a blow-job! I needed to have all of his cock and balls where I could get at them!

"Stand up!" I commanded, still playing with his tool. When his ass touched the chair again, it was bare, and so was Uncle Roy from the waist down.

His crotch hair was a burnt-gold color, thick and soft. From its foresty mat his dick rose up stiff and fierce, the big balls dangling below. I took a gentle handful of his nuts, squeezing tenderly just to hear him moan, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to suck his cock in.

I don't know what Uncle Roy was thinking. He looked vaguely uncomfortable until his cock touched my tongue and my lips shut tightly on it, and then his expression changed. His eyes got interested and he began to snort like a bull. No man can resist a good blow-job.

And he knew he was getting one when his cock sank deep into my mouth. I sucked and swallowed and he plunged forward, till my throat was full of his knob and my lower lip was almost touching his balls. Maybe I'd been playing little-girl tease games with him up to now, but this was definitely big-girl cock-sucking.

He grabbed my head and tried to fuck some more of his prick into my mouth, but there wasn't a lot more to give me. That last half-inch of dick went inside, my lips began to nuzzle his balls, a crotch hair curled into my left nostril, and I began to suck my new toy for all it was worth.

My aching lungs finally told me it was time to breathe, so I forced my head upward. His wet, glistening meat emerged as my face lifted and I stroked the prick-shaft up and down with my fingers while I sucked curiously on his knob. My teeth prevented the cock-tip from slipping out of my mouth and I rimmed it with flashing, darting tongue-strokes as I gave it the lollipop treatment. In two years of cock-sucking experience this was the biggest and tastiest dong I'd ever had in my mouth and I felt myself becoming addicted.

The blow-job was having its effect on Uncle Roy, too. When I opened my teeth and let all his cock stand up free and bare, he gave my head a reassuring pat and there was a pleased smile on his face.

His cock was dripping with my spit and I could swear that it was smiling, too. I wrapped my hand around the shaft and licked away my drool, then began to work his rod slowly, slowly, with my fist. Uncle Roy's ass moved in counterpoint to my easy jerking and I saw a tiny bubble of pre-cum appear in the piss-slit. With my tongue I licked it away, tickling his sensitive cum-hole, and for the most hideous single moment I was afraid that he was going to squirt out his load right now. His dick went steely hot in my hand and his stomach pulled in and I thought, He's going to come too soon!

And then his belly pushed out and his sigh of relief was even louder than my own. Our eyes met and both of us smiled. He'd gotten himself under control.

But it was no time to be taking unnecessary chances. I gave his prick a couple of happy strokes, then fed it back into my mouth. When he came, I wanted his jizz to be inside me, where I could feel it, taste it, drink it down like wine.

If anything, his prick seemed to be even bigger the second time I began to deep-throat him. My gullet strained to accept his meat but accept it I did, washing his cock with my drool from base to tip. And my jaws worked like pistons to suck Uncle Roy's tool, pressuring and relaxing, then pressuring again with renewed insistence.

My head began to rise and fall on him, that big pecker of his filling my mouth so wonderfully as I mouth-fucked it ever faster. It had been years since I'd seen Uncle Roy, but I think I'd had a crush on him since I was big enough to walk, and as I ate his peter, it seemed that this was the end to which my life had been designed.

He liked it, too. His fingers dug into my temples and he began to move with me, till, before either of us knew it, the situation had completely reversed. I wasn't sucking Uncle Roy's cock any longer – he was fucking my mouth. My head remained in one place, braced by his big strong hands, and his cock rammed in and out to stuff my throat full. We'd begun with games, moved into seduction, and we'd arrived at good, driving sex, the best I'd yet found in two years of looking.

He screwed my mouth as if it were my cunt, and I loved it, using my tongue and lips and cheeks to fondle his tool while he pronged my throat. Uncle Roy was moving faster than I was accustomed to, but it was a speed I was learning to love. The come-frenzy was on him, and down between my bare legs I could feel my snatch getting red-hot, too. If he'd touched the lips of my pussy right then, I'd have screamed and exploded, but in our positions he couldn't reach my cunt, and so I had to do it for myself.

Or at least I started to; I moved a hand downward to begin diddling myself, but before I could get there, stars went off inside my brain and ripples of delight shuddered in my pussy. I moaned out my come, the cries muffled and deadened by the size of the fuck-stick that clogged my mouth, and when I did touch my cunt, I found it dripping with juice. The twat-lips were slick and wet and my finger jabbed between them, stabbing deep inside my hole like a tiny, thin cock.

Uncle Roy must have felt the change in my body as I climaxed. Certainly he was aware of the slobbering cries I whimpered around his pulsing cock. I heard him grunt, as though from very far away, and suddenly just the tip of his cock was inside my lips, where I sucked it like a fifty-dollar whore.

I opened my eyes and saw that he'd grabbed the exposed part of his rod with his big fist. His hand began to jerk up and down, bumping my mouth every time it came up, as he shucked toward a come of his own. I could feel his dick swelling and hardening even more insistently, and my tongue rolled and fluttered on the portion of his tool trapped in my mouth.

And then the blossoming of his cock-head, the enormous ballooning and shuddering told me that he was coming, too. I closed my eyes and opened my throat, ready for anything he could give me.

His wad came in tremendous spurts, thick and tasty, boiling out of his dick and into my mouth. Big gobs, hot gobs, flavored salty-sweet and slightly metallic, Uncle Roy's jism flooded me. My cheeks puffed out, suddenly full of his cum, and the sticky sperm rolled in my mouth like an ocean wave. I held his cock-head desperately, locking my teeth behind the knob, taking each fresh spurt of his fuck-juice.

God, the first eruption nearly choked me where I knelt! His jizz tasted so good I didn't ever want to swallow it.

But swallow I had to, for the pressure of my constricted throat was like a huge lump inside me. And Uncle Roy had plenty of hot cock-cream to feed me, too. It seemed as if I'd tapped his sperm, that he'd never be able to stop shooting into my wide-open throat. And as long as he could squirt, I could suck and drink, so suck and drink I did until his prick slowly deflated and stop spurting his tasty spunk.

My own come ebbed as his did and, though it wasn't the best orgasm I'd ever had, I had never creamed spontaneously while sucking cock before, so it was a milestone in its own way. Obviously this was something I'd like to do again, and very, very soon.

I let his limp rod slide from my cummy lips and I raised my head slowly, dabbing with my fingers at the cock-cream which oozed from the corners of my mouth. Swallow as hard as I could, there had still been a surplus flow which my throat couldn't work fast enough to accommodate.

Warm and comfy, I wanted to pull him onto the tiles with me, to have him lie at my side, cuddling me, his hands gently stroking and petting me till both of us were ready to go around one more time. I pulled on his hands, making little mewing purrs of invitation, but as I looked at his face, I saw his expression change rapidly. Where one moment he was smiling dreamily in that particularly male post-orgasmic blissfulness, the next his face was twisted and horrified.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "Is something the matter?"

He said, "My God, Jenni – what have I done?" and his voice was incredulous, as if he'd just awakened from a bad dream.

For answer I put my hand on his limp cock, squeezing it in the friendliest fashion I could. "You [missing text]."

"I didn't do anything," I said. "You didn't have to do anything."

He pushed my hand from his tool and reached quickly for his shorts. I leaned back while he pulled them into place and, much as I hated to see his dick covered up, I could console myself with the lovely memory of it.

"This is ridiculous," he said. "Absolutely ridiculous." I didn't think it was, but he was talking and I let him go on. "My God, Jennifer – I've known you since you were a baby. I went to see you in the hospital just after you were born. I was a grown man then. What in the name of God did I do?"

I stood up and did a slow turn before him, displaying my body. "For one thing," I said, "I'm not a child, Uncle Roy. I've been a big girl for a couple of years. And if I hadn't wanted to suck you off, I wouldn't have sucked you off."

"What am I going to tell your mother?" he said morosely.

"What does she have to do with it?"

He sighed. "That's neither here nor there. Would you hand me my pants?" I stooped to pick them up, giving him a good shot of the way my pointed tits bobbled enticingly, but instead of handing him his trousers I tossed them into the pool. He groaned. The expression of his face made me laugh in delight, so I picked up his jacket and threw it in as well. His face went scarlet red. He was angry now, and he stood up, clenching his fists. I did a scampering dance around him, evading the reach of his hands, taunting him with little cries of scorn, and then I ran towards the house. He stood a moment, looking first at his floating clothes and then at me, and then he broke into a run in pursuit of me.

I pulled the door shut behind me, blocking his path for an instant, and while he struggled with the handle I raced up the stain, still laughing my head off. It was like a game of tag. I heard his footsteps at the bottom of the staircase just as I scampered into my bedroom and threw myself onto the bed. Not even the pillow over my face could mask the hysterical pitch of my laughter. His face, when I'd dunked his clothes, was the funniest thing I'd ever seen, and I couldn't forget it for even a moment.

Uncle Roy must have trailed me by the sound of my laughing. The pillow was rudely jerked away from my face and I found myself looking up into his face. Brushing my hair back I kept laughing like a demented hyena, and it seemed to me that I was almost a little girl again, playful and childish.

Only when my throat ached did I quit laughing, and I lay panting and heaving, still looking up at him. Now he wasn't quite so red-faced. His lips were slightly parted, as if he meant to speak, but no words came out. I picked myself up, onto my knees, and we were only inches apart. I could hear his raspy breath, nearly as loud as my own.

Which of us moved first? I don't know, and I don't care. It seemed that my arms lifted and reached for him just as his snaked out to encircle me. We moved together, our mouths brushing warm and wet, and then I was being pulled fiercely to his chest. I opened my mouth and let his tongue invade mine, probing and exploring the damp recesses. In another moment we were lying side by side on the bed, one of his hands cupping the swell of my hip, the other just beginning to pet the contour of a tit.

"Make me feel good, Uncle Roy," I whispered, giving him the reins.