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

CHAPTER SEVEN

Roy was in the investments business, whatever that is. It has something to do with stocks and money, and I'm terrible as far as economics are concerned. I can spend money like it's going out of style, but beyond that… Anyway, he was a partner in a small, conservative firm in New York, and one of the advantages of owning your own business is that you can be choosy about taking time off. He'd drawn himself three weeks vacation for the purpose of getting married, honeymooning, and moving his new family. During the honeymoon he and Mom bought us a house in Westchester County.

We kept the house in Massillon, of course. It would make a nice summer place, and we didn't even need the money because Roy had unloaded his townhouse condominium at a hefty profit which enabled him to pay cash down for the place in Vrooder's Bridge.

Vrooder's Bridge! God, what a name for a town! It wasn't large, but it was classy enough to satisfy him and Mom, and it was pretty close to White Plains. A good neighborhood, she said, and there were good schools, too. That was very important – but I'm getting ahead of myself.

The evening they returned from the honeymoon and sprang Vrooder's Bridge on me, my mother and stepfather were chock full of surprises. For one thing, I'd be going to pubic school and living at home, once we got settled in the new place.

I nodded in agreement. I had one leg up underneath the table, and my bare toes were diddling Roy's crotch. He looked red and embarrassed, and he squirmed a lot, but Mom didn't even notice. What I noticed was the way his dick got hard when my toes squiggled on it.

I was still playing with him sneakily when Mom dropped the bombshell. "Jenni," she said with a smile that was all Mom, "Roy and I have decided that the best way to make us all a family, a real family, is for him to adopt you legally."

You could have knocked me over with a pussy-hair. I felt the blood rushing out of my head. Where it went I don't know. I thought I was going to faint on the spot.

"Adopt me?" I asked, not quite believing I'd heard her.

"What about you?" I asked Roy. "Are you anxious to become my daddy?"

Talk about blushing! I'll bet he was remembering the time he'd had his mouth on my muffin, chomping for dear life.

"Yes," he said very slowly, very deliberately. "There's nothing I'd rather be."

Lightbulbs flashed inside my head. I was beginning to get it. Adopting me would be a nifty hedge against future cuntiness on my part. He could put on a solemn face and say, "But, dear, don't you remember – by the court's decision I'm now legally your father. This would be incest. We can't." Clever!

"I'll have to think about it," I said reservedly.

Mom came around and put her hand on my shoulder. Her sweet-scented hair brushed my face and I felt one of her firm, cushiony boobs touch my arm. "I think you're old enough to know some things, Jennifer," she said in a kind voice. "Roy and I have been very close friends for a long time. He was the first man I ever loved, the only man I've ever loved. When we were young and impulsive we quarreled. Often. Once we said things that seemed unforgivable, and we swore never to speak or meet again. Both of us thought it was final, and I started seeing your Dick – and when he asked me to marry him – well, it seemed a good idea. It wasn't. Wow I'd like to repair as much of the damage as possible. Roy and I are finally together, and we want you to be with us, a part of us. Oh, Jenni!" and there were tears in her blue eyes.

So she and Roy had balled when they were in college, and then they'd gotten wild hairs up their asses and split up. Well, it was nice that they'd finally gotten straight. Certainly Mom and Daddy had never had a good marriage, not as long as I'd been around, and I hoped she had more fun this time out.

Actually, of course, she was the one who didn't have the full story. Roy's desire to adopt me was based upon his guilty conscience. He just wanted some insurance to keep me out of his pants. I suppressed a smirk as I stared across the table into his troubled face. My foot twiddled insistently on his crotch and his big dong got rock-hard. There! Before I was finished with that weak-kneed stud, he'd have something to feel guilty about.

The third day we were in Vrooder's Bridge Roy went into the city to check on things at the office. He was gone the full day and I met him at the door when he returned. I wore a smile too big to hide beneath a bushel basket and he had a greenish cast to his complexion.

"Where's your mother?" he asked. He'd been wary as hell since the wedding, going out of his way to avoid being alone with her for more than a minute or so at a time. He had reason to be on his guard.

"She's in the living room," I said, taking his hand and leading him in. "We had company today," I added over my shoulder. "Mom will tell you all about it while I fix you a nice cold drink. Vodka and tonic?"

"We had company today, Roy," Mom said, putting down her martini. "Some ladies from the neighborhood. And you'll never guess – one of them was a Mrs. Purvis, from Mill Brook. You know, the town that begins where Vrooder's Bridge ends? Well, she and Jenni began talking – Jenni roomed with a girl named Purvis last year at school – and, isn't this crazy? It turns out that Mrs. Purvis is Kendall's mother! See, Jennifer's found a friend here already."

I nearly spilled the drink on him, but his shaky fingers weren't too agile either. He gave me a suspicious look and I smiled in reply.

Mom went out to check on dinner and Roy went to his study. I tagged along, but this time he didn't shut the door in my face. He let me in, put his hands on his hips, and looked at me with his head tilted.

"This girl," he said, "Kendall – haven't I heard her name before? Is she the Kendy you told me about?"

I nodded smugly. "Kendy is short for Kendall. It's a strange name for a…"

He didn't let me finish. "The lesbian," he said.

"No, not really. She's more bi than lesbian, I think. I mean, she's done it with guys, too. She just preferred girls."

"And I suppose you'll be doing it with her now?"

"Well," I said. "It looks like a sign from heaven or something, doesn't it? I mean, I figured I'd never ever see her again, and here she is, right across the town limits. Seems to me it'd be defying fate or something. If she still wants to. I haven't seen her in months. Maybe she doesn't even remember who I am. Besides – why should you care? You've made it pretty clear that you don't want to ball around with me any more. Now you wanna be a dog in the manger for somebody else?"

He shook his head and I thought he was going to pound his fist on the desk. "You're turning into a bitch, Jenni. Sometimes I can't believe that you're your mother's daughter. Please – far my sake – don't do it."

"Look," I told him, "my mother is Carrie Dawson now, and she's your wife and you can tell her what to do. But I'm still Jenni Wexford, and you haven't adopted me yet, which I may not let you do anyway. So let me live my own life, okay? It's hard enough keeping my hands off you…"

And with that I advanced on him, those same hands reaching out to fondle and touch him. Roy seemed to shrink at my caress and he tried to push me away. I gave him a quick rabbit-punch in the crotch, then grabbed up a handful of what was hiding in his pants. His cock filled my fist as it throbbed and stiffened with sudden life and I purred into his face.

"I've been wanting to do that for such a long time," I whispered. "Let me see it. Let me touch it. Let me kiss it. I haven't forgotten how sexy your cum tastes, Roy, and I'm starving for some of it."

He shoved me and I went sprawling across the floor. He ran to me at once, asking if he'd hurt me, and I snapped back, "No, Goddamn you!" and I stormed out. I had the Purvis' unlisted number, so I dialed it and asked in my sweetest voice if Kendy might be at home. She was.

Mom went off next morning to volunteer at the Township Day Care Center. Roy went back into the city to mess around the office, and I went shopping at White Plains with Kendy and her aunt Marian.

When we finished, Marian dropped us off at our house with all our packages. I wanted to show the place to Kendy – it was suburban standard but it was also my new home and I hoped she'd be spending some time over here very soon.

Roy's car was out front when we arrived but Mom's wasn't to be seen. After I showed the kitchen and living room and Kendy had commented on the big fireplace which was really a very nice fireplace, I marched her down to Roy's study for an introduction. It was hard to keep from being unbearably smug. Especially when he swallowed noticeably and shook her hand, trying to look grave and step-fatherish, and she was eyeing him with a frankness that left me wondering. I cut the meeting short and we hotfooted into my room.

"He's not bad," Kendy said while I was putting on a stack of records. She sat on the bed playing with her reddish hair, which was long and draped her back and shoulders silkily. Her eyes were large and green, shining like emeralds in her creamy skinned face. She looked as if she'd spent the whole summer inside, for the sun hadn't made her flesh break out in freckles, the redhead's curse.

"Who?" I asked.

"Your stepfather," she replied. "Does he always wear his pants so tight? I could see the shape of his joint. He has a big dick, doesn't he? Bet you've tried him on for size."

I didn't know whether I should tell her. Not just yet, at least. Kendy couldn't always be trusted to keep a secret. Instead I went to the bed, sat down beside her, and slipped an arm round her waist.

As I hugged her tightly I said, "It's been a long time, hon. Months! Sometimes I missed you an awful lot."

Kendy shrugged nonchalantly as she leaned against me. "Seems like it was only yesterday," she said. "You know, I couldn't even remember your name when you called." So straightforwardly I believed her, till she grabbed my head, gave it a backward twist, and fell onto my face for some wicked kissing. Both of us sank onto the bed and she sucked my mouth like Dracula.

Kendy pulled on my shirttail till it slipped out of my slacks, and she put her hand underneath, on my bare stomach. Her hand roved up me till it found the lower edge of my bra, then the fingers pushed past the elastic and onto the skin of my tit. She found my nipple next, and the rolling of her fingers was so exciting I put my own hand on my tit, trapping hers beneath the shirt and bra. I didn't want her to stop, ever!

We were nicely reacquainted by the time Kendy sat up. She's really a pretty girl, and I saw her begin to unbutton herself. I couldn't wait. My hands pushed hers aside and I yanked at the buttons as I undid the front of her jumpsuit.

I slid it off her shoulders and bent to kiss her tits. She was wearing a brassiere in ultrasheer silk, and through its pink cups her even pinker nipples were obvious smears of pigment on her rounded boobs. I licked the transparent material till the nipples sprang up against my lips, and then I began to suck them through the silk. Kendy's hands cupped my cheeks as I nursed her, and I could feel her tits fluttering as she laughed and purred her delight. She was the only girl I'd ever been with, but I hadn't forgotten. Not at all.

I couldn't wait any longer. I unhooked the clasp of her bra and shucked the cups aside. Her tits jiggled as they sprang free. They shook like soft pale jelly, bouncing and bobbling at the slightest touch, and the nipples stood up straight and hard. Her teats were large, set on big smears of pink, and when stiff they were as big as my ring finger, at least three-quarters of an inch long, too. They made delicious mouthfuls, and as I sucked them I could taste the tangy flavor of her powder and perfume.

Still sucking and kissing, I used my hands to slide the jumpsuit down. Kendy lifted her ass and legs as I pulled it down her body, and then I jumped onto the floor to drag it from her wiggling feet. She lay on the bed now, wearing only a pair of sinfully tiny panties. They were nothing, really – just a waistband and a little strip of silk hiding her pubes. I pulled them down eagerly, then stopped. Since the last time I saw her Kendy had done something drastic to her personal appearance. I'd been counting on rubbing my cheeks in the clump of curly red hairs that adorned her cunt-mound, but where were those curly red hairs? Her cunt was plump and bare, the slit showing up vivid pink in the smooth pale flesh.

"What did you do?" I asked, startled beyond words.

She sat up, kicking one leg to make the panties fall to the floor, and she touched her box with a long-nailed finger.

"Like it?" she asked. "I shaved myself." That was obvious. "It's the only way to fly," she added. "Honest. The hair deadens your response. Really! Well, try it. Touch me."

I didn't need to be asked twice. Her legs were spread as she sat on the edge of the bed and I fell to my knees at once, kissing my way up her thighs towards the beckoning slice of her cunt. My fingers brushed it first, while my lips were still nibbling on her upper thighs, and Kendy gave a kittenish cry of delight that was too spine-tingling to be faked.

"See," she gasped, cupping her tits as she rocked from side to side. "Why don't you do that again?"

I did her one better. Instead of my fingers, I scraped her naked slit with the tip of my tongue. Kendy has a very small, very snug pussy. They say that a girl's mouth is an unmistakable indicator of her cunt-size. I don't know if that's true. I have a wide mouth but a tight hole. Kendy's mouth is as tiny as her snatch, though, red and bow-shaped, and it always surprised the shit out of me that she could open it wide enough to let out some of those ear-splitting wails she gives at orgasm.

The holler she made when I tongued her pussy wasn't as loud as usual, but I was just beginning. She was already wet between the cunt-lips when I got there, but she got even wetter as I started to eat her gash in earnest.

My tongue splashed in and out, ringing the tender, puffy flanges of her cunt-mouth, buzzing her clit, spearing now and ten as deeply as I could into the hole itself.

Kendy couldn't sit up for long. Before I knew it, she was lying back on the bed, her legs curled around my neck, one of her hands clawing the bedspread, the other alternately petting and pulling my hair. She got vicious as she got hotter, and some of the yanks at my hair actually brought tears to my eyes. Or was it the rough treatment she was giving me? Mightn't it really be the emotion of being with her once again?

Now don't get me wrong! I'm no lesbian, and I didn't think Kendy was either, much as she acted like one at times. But she meant something special to me, and I was certain that she liked me just as much. So it was important now that I do the best possible job on her, that I leave her on the bed too satisfied to move.

My little finger tickled her on the asshole and she wiggled where she lay, her pussy slopping itself back and forth across my face so that I didn't have to work, merely to stick out my tongue and let it scrape her cunt as she moved. Kendy had always been sensitive around the asshole. Hmmmm.

I sucked my middle finger till it glistened wet, and then dropped a bubble of spit on the puckered pink of her bung, working it into her skin with my nose. She wailed and squirmed as I did it, and I'm surprised that Roy didn't hear us and come to investigate. Of course, the records were still playing, so I guess they drowned out most of Kendy's cries.

When her shitter was moist, I prodded it with my spit-soaked middle finger. She grunted and groaned as I pushed at her asshole, and I saw her tummy heave. She was helping! With a careful twisting poke I got my finger into her butt and corkscrewed it to let her know I'd arrived. Kendy's legs twisted and turned and one of her heels thumped hard on my back. I took that for a green light and began to fuck her asshole with my finger.

She loved it. She squeaked and squealed and I saw the droplets of juice forming on the bare lips of her cunt. With my tongue I licked them away, but plenty more flowed to take their place and delight my taste buds. Kendy's cunt-cream had a spring time flavor, and every time I licked her snatch, I felt as if I were walking and loving in a green country field.

With my finger buried in her asshole, pumping back and forth, I began to slurp full lime at her juicy hole. It felt so weird to have my cheeks rubbing on her bare cunt-flesh. I missed her pussy hair at first, but the more I rubbed and licked and tongued, the more I knew what she meant about its effect on sensitivity. Kendy was having one little orgasm after another, her tits heaving as she came and came and came again. They were small comes, true, but the cumulative effect was remarkable. Her voice got hoarse as she begged me to keep on sucking her snatch, and her fingers throbbed as they touched my face.

It was having its effect on me, too. My cunt was hot as a pistol and with my free hand I reached down to stroke it. The first touch almost made me jump right up from the floor. My clit was stiff and sorr already and even the touch of my fingers on the fuzz-covered outer labes was unbearable. Oh, God, I thought. Maybe I really should become a lesbian. It seems so much more exciting, so much easier…

And Kendy's hole was enough to addict any girl. As she kept on coming, again and again in little bursts of pussy-twitches that vibrated on my lancing tongue, she eluded the most delicious pussy-cream, wet and tangy and soul-stirring. I puddled in it and hoarded the flavor in my mouth lest I ever forget it.

My finger was still poking her in the asshole, diving as deeply as it could go, and the steady pressure seemed to make her convulse orgasmically. I pulled it out suddenly, without warning, and there was a sound like the popping of a champagne bottle cork, along with the faintest whiff of shit smell. My finger wasn't brown, so I wondered if she might have faded. If she hadn't, it was about the only thing she wasn't doing. Kendy was sobbing and bucking and her legs were holding my face tight against her pussy.

Suddenly the feminine smell of her was so intense I just couldn't breathe any longer. I had to fight myself free of her cunt and let her go. But I'd gotten her good, and she should have no complaints.

She didn't have any. As I climbed onto my shaky feet, she lay twitching on the bed still, rolling from side to side, grabbing and squeezing at her titties. Her hair was a mess, silky strands of red fallen over her face and into her open mouth, and she looked like a well-fucked whore on a bed of sin.