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

CHAPTER EIGHT

By the time I changed the records on the stereo, she had come most of the way down. She sat up all trembly and excited, combing her hair with her hands, her body glowing a satisfied pink.

"Nice way to say hello," she laughed.

We sat and cuddled and talked awhile. Maybe she could talk her mother into letting her go to public school here this fall, with me. That would be super! Otherwise, we'd only see one another when she was home on vacation, which meant a long time between drinks.

I didn't like her seeming preoccupation with Roy. She'd meet him just briefly, but she wanted to know all about him.

"I thought you were a dyke," I chided, fingering her snatch till she pushed my hand away.

"Don't! My cunt is fucking raw!" She kissed me to show she had no hard feelings, and she went on. "You know Goddamned well I'm no more a dyke than you are. But he's so good-looking, so mature, so sexy. And unless I miss my guess he's hung like a bull. I could really get off balling him. Would it bother you if I tried?"

"Why should it?" I asked, stifling my alarm.

She shrugged. "I don't know. He's your stepfather. And the way you looked at him when you introduced us. Like you were gloating. Does he know about you and me? The way he looked at me, I couldn't help thinking he did."

"Jeez, Jenni, did you ever notice how much you look like him? You're cuter, sure, but if his hair was a little lighter, it'd be a perfect color match for yours. And your eyes. Turn your head. Yeah. Your nose, too. Maybe that's why he interests me, because he looks so much like you." Her eyebrows lifted quizzically, and the green eyes were like secluded pools in a virgin forest. "Are you sure he's just your stepfather? Not Rodger the Lodger, by God?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I giggled, unable to control my laughter. "It's a tragic story, you silly bitch." And I told her all about Mom and Roy. "Besides, young stuff isn't his bag. He's so fucking archaic…" I stopped. I'd said too much already, and Kendy hadn't missed a word.

"So you've been trying," she snickered. "Nasty, nasty! Good girls don't go around balling their stepfathers. Where are your morals, Jennifer?"

"Who do good girls go around balling?" I wondered.

"Me, if they play their cards right," she sighed. "I love to ball good girls. One, especially." And with that she put me on my back, undressing, kissing, feeling. She stripped me to the skin and touched me where it felt best. Her fingers twined in my hair, caressed my tits, moved down to my honey-gold beaver, and a question began to form on her lips.

I knew what it would be but I let her ask anyway. "Shave me?" I asked. "Why, for Christ's sake?"

"You'll love it," she promised. "Besides, Roy is going to be very partial to hairless gashes when I get through with him. The feedback will help you."

Why, the conceited little twat! What made her think Roy would ever give her a tumble? I wouldn't let him! Kendy might be my favorite girl in all the world, but that didn't mean I was ready to share my favorite man with her. Not just yet, anyway.

But when she went to the bathroom adjoining, I went with her, docile and curious. Maybe shaving my cunt would be just the thing. Her bare prettiness turned me on, and so might mine do to Roy.

Kendy sat me down on the edge of the tub and had me spread. I did, while she put a fresh blade in my razor and lathered her hands with soap. Her fingers tickled when she soaped my beaver up, and it probably wasn't necessary for her to stick two of them inside my twat. It was no accident, because she giggled and screwed with them till I moaned and she reluctantly stopped.

The whole process took not more than ten minutes, and when she wiped away the remaining suds, I could see my pussy, shining naked as a baby's.

"Gee," I said. "It looks funny."

Kendy reached out with her fingers. Her touch was electric upon the newly bared flesh of my cunt-mound. I'd never had an especially hairy pussy, but I hadn't been bald down there since I was eleven or twelve. To have the skin naked now, and to have that freshly naked skin touched by her fingers. I grabbed her hand and pulled it against my gash. "Do me now!" I said. "Here, now."

Kendy didn't answer. She fought her hand free and replaced it with her mouth. Her lips parted as widely as they could and her teeth scraped my shaving stubble and her tongue glided up and down the velvety crease of my slit.

Being eaten by Kendy was like sitting in the middle of a symphony orchestra. She was the only girl I'd ever loved, but she was no virgin, sexwise, when she met me. And she'd profited by her experience. Of course it was I who was profiting now, as I jerked in delight with each stab of her tongue in my slit.

She bit the lips of my pussy, spread them with her fingers and sucked on the cunt meat inside till the rubbery red flesh seemed to be melting into ooze. Her fingers were strong as they split my gash, and my cunt-lips felt as if they were tearing, but they weren't. She parted them to their widest and tried to stick her whole face into my cunt! I felt her nose prodding at my cunt-hole, felt it being jostled by her sharp little chin, and from time to time she seized my clitty in her teeth, holding it gingerly but firmly.

It was too lovely for words! I held her head and tried to pull her inside my cunt so that Kendy could suck me from labes to womb and back again. She moaned into my split cunt and the flutter of her lips made me ache from head to toes. My nipples were out, big and hard, and if my neck could have stood the strain and twisting, I'd have leaned over and sucked them myself. As it was, I took them in my fingers and squeezed like hell, digging the soft yielding flesh, torturing myself to make the delight so much more intense.

Kendy pulled her face away from my box and arched up on her knees. What was she going to do? She'd quit eating my cunt, the slut! I was ready to cuff her cheeks and make her get back to work when I saw her take one plump titty in hand. She leaned into my spread crotch, tit leading, and I felt the nipple tease the lips of my cunt. "Oh," I whined softly.

And she fucked me with that long, thick nipple of hers! It squiggled between my split pussy-flaps, wormed around inside, seeming to grow longer and thicker as she probed with it.

In my mouth her nipple was delicious. In my cunt her nipple was heavenly! Kendy worked on my snatch with it for what seemed an eternity, then she replaced it with her other jug. And she giggled and laughed as she screwed me with her tits, apparently on the verge of a fresh, big orgasm herself.

"Oh, come up here, you bitch!" I whispered shrilly, and I lifted her by the shoulders.

Kendy rose easily and anxiously, her mouth brushing back and forth on mine. She tasted scrumptious, for her lips were wet with my cunt-cream, and I licked it away joyfully.

"Now let me…" and I bent my head, drawing one of her stiff wet nipples inside. Here the taste of my pussy was even stronger and I drank it down my gullet hungrily. I must have chewed and bitten her tits, too, for she moaned and tried to fight herself free.

But I mollified Kendy with a finger that stabbed right into her cunt and she began to hump it in a frenzy of eagerness, bouncing up and down. Her left hand wrapped around my back and pulled me closer to the tit that already clogged my mouth, and she used her right hand to prong my cunt.

We rocked and reeled there, where I sat on the edge of the tub, and since we didn't fall and bash our heads on the porcelain, I can only assume that there must really be a God somewhere who looks after horny young girls. How we'd ever untangle the knot we were in I couldn't guess. It didn't even seem important as we bucked and fucked oar way to a come that left both of us gasping on the fuzzy floor rug.

When we bounced to the floor, her head was pointing one way and mine the other. I took that as a sign from above, so I threw myself onto her pussy for some more eating. She whined in protest, but she opened her legs all the same and her shaven gash winked wide for my fingers and tongue. At the same time I rammed her face with my own cunt and she took a hearty mouthful.

I stabbed her cunt-hole with my fingers while I sucked, her clitty, and that stubby lump was so warm and wet I could scarcely hold it between my lips. "Come on, you bastard," I told it again and again while I tried to capture it, and the flutter of my words must have been shock-waves in the narrow constriction of Kendy's pussy. Each time I spoke, each time I breathed, even, she jerked in response and soaked my fingers with juice.

She's peeing on me, I thought, and she was! I could smell the unmistakable odor and it was making a wet puddle on my arms and on the floor beneath us.

I didn't even think about the hazards of licking the stuff. I just smashed my face into her cunt and tongued her box for all I was worth. The flow of her piss ceased anyway, leaving behind only its strong but pleasant scent, and it didn't taste half-bad either, when I licked away the salty drops that still moistened her gash.

She knew she was pissing herself and it seemed to drive her crazy. I felt her bite my clitoris and I moaned loud and long, half-afraid she'd ruined my passion-bud. But I was too far gone to worry about it, so I just kept whipping her face with my scorching, wet, newly bald cunt, giving her no choice but to dish out more of that fine, funky gobbling. Till I exploded like a bursting star, and it was all over, baby!

I couldn't repress the twitching of my face long enough to kiss her. I just rolled onto my back and shook and trembled on the floor, half in a puddle of piss, my finger still buried knuckle deep in her sucking, ripping cunt-hole. It was all right.

We cleaned ourselves up, of course, and we wiped up the floor, too. Then it was into the tub for a quick bath, and the touch of her soft, insinuating fingers on my bald cunt-mound was almost a directive for us to get it on once more. I fought the impulse, and so did Kendy, for we were both too fucking tired to even think about more fucking. We dried each other gingerly, trying not to arouse, and we got dressed.

"You know," she said with a smug smile, "you've never even asked me about the boy situation around these parts. Or have you gone lesbo full-time now? Or are you getting your kicks already and don't need to scout out local talent?"

She was starting it again. Somehow the cute little slut had figured out that I must be a bit more than a stepdaughter to Roy. I didn't think she'd make any trouble, but I didn't want to discuss it either.

And then she had to go. It was almost three. How long had we been screwing anyway? No more than an hour, ninety minutes at tops. The way my cunt felt, it seemed more like two or three days. I was walking bowlegged and so was my red-headed darling Kendall Purvis. No finer way to celebrate living in a new house and a new town, though!

I kissed her good-bye at the front door. Roy was in the doorway to his study, watching us, and I stole a peek at him. His face got red as hell when he saw the way I kissed her, so I made it a good, long kiss for his benefit. Kendy saw him, too, and she took special care to rub her tits against mine. We'd both left off our bras after sexing, and I could feel her nipples strong and stiff and big in the front of her jumpsuit, and I'm sure she could feel mine, too, poking through the T-shirt I'd slipped on.

"See you tomorrow, maybe?" Kendy said. "Why don't you come over? Mom's gonna be away, at that dumb day-care center, and I hate to be alone."

"Bet your ass," I said huskily.

"He's still watching," she whispered into my ear, "and he looks jealous! Jennifer Wexford, if you don't want him, I think I'm going to take him!" Her head pulled away and she started to go. "Oh," she said as an afterthought, "you'll have to touch yourself up every couple of days. Wouldn't want to leave stubble bums on a friend's cheeks, would you?"

"Come in here," Roy said sharply as I closed the door behind Kendy, and I meekly obeyed, creamed out for the time being. Sometime after dinner, when my tummy was full and my body at ease, I'd certainly find myself eyeing Roy and wondering how I could conspire to get his dick up my cunt. But right now? I could care less.

"Sit down," he said, pointing to the chair at his desk. I slouched while he leaned up against the bookshelves. His arms were folded on his stomach and he regarded me the way a housemaid might look at ten cents worth of spilled beer on the carpet.

"So. I couldn't help hearing, you know, in spite of the screeching music you were playing for cover-up noise. For God's sake, Jenni, don't be so blatant about it when your mother's at home. She thinks you're the same sweet, innocent baby she brought home from the hospital." He smote his fist on the bookcase. "Good Christ! I don't understand the world any more! When I was your age, girls were quiet and shy and – they were girls. And today, what do we find? You and your skinny-assed red-headed lesbian friend, both of you pushing fifteen, both of you with no more decency or morals than a whore! No! I'll take that back! The sluttiest whore in Seoul would look like Jackie Onassis compared to you."

"That's pretty rough," I said. I wasn't smiling. His words cut me. And where did he get off being so high and mighty moral? He'd fucked me, hadn't he? Maybe I'd started it, but he never bothered to put away his hard-on and turn me down.

"How else would anyone describe you? You'll go to bed with anything on two legs. You've hounded me from the first time we were together, and I know there were others before me. Now-now, you're so lacking in common decency as to bed down with a cheap little teen-aged lesbian while I sit here listening to the disgusting sounds of it."

"You could have joined us," I said. "My bed's plenty big enough for three. Then we wouldn't have been lesbians, would we? We'd have been an orgy."

I thought he was going to hit me. Really! His fist clenched and went all white, and the muscles of his neck stuck out vividly.

But I was brave and just a little pissed off. "Besides, Kendy isn't a lesbian. She's my friend, which is apparently more than I can say for you. Sure, we like to screw around together, and I think she likes girls more than she likes guys. On the other hand, she keeps telling me that she'd like to put the make on you. How does that sound, Uncle Roy? Would you enjoy fucking Kendy? Take your big cock and just eeeeeaasssse it up her? Her cunt's tight, a lot tighter than mine, really. You'd have to be careful or you might hurt her. So how does it sound? Would you like me to pimp her out to you?"

That was when he did hit me. Hard. Really hard. The crack was like a gunshot and my face stung and my eyes filled with burning tears. I'd bitten myself from surprise when he hit me, too, and I could taste the sour drops of blood on my lower lip.

"You bastard," I said, tight-throated. "You rotten, lousy bastard! I hope you die! I hope your cock shrivels up and your Goddamned balls drop off, one at a time!"

I jumped from the chair, intending to leave the room at once. In another minute I might grab the letter opener on the desk and stab him with it. But first I'd cut his cock off, and I'd make him watch.

He grabbed me and I fought him, but none of my blows or kicks contacted. He was bigger, stronger, and he held me the way a pin holds an exhibited butterfly.

"Jenni, please," he said, "I didn't mean to hit you – I couldn't hurt you – please, listen – you don't know – I…"

"LET GO!" I was kicking and screaming now. "I wouldn't ball you again if you were the last man on earth! I'd find a dog, or a gorilla, or a fucking pig, and I'd screw its ass off in front of you, but I wouldn't touch you to save your life!"

He twisted my wrist, and it hurt so much I couldn't scream. His face came in close, big, imposing, his lips trembling as he searched for words to speak. "Jennifer, please – I don't know what I'm saying, doing – everything is confused – sometimes I want you so much, want you in my arms, in my bed, and sometimes I know that I can't, that we can't, that it's too terrible…"

"Huh?"

He seemed to regain some composure as I stopped struggling. "It's you," he said, "and I have my responsibilities to you, to your mother. But I'm a man, Jenni. I have urges and desires. Goddamn it, I want to be your father, the way I should be, but…"

"Well, you're not," I snapped, taking advantage of what seemed to be a weakness in his offense. "So don't come on with any daddy shit. I'll live my life and you live yours. Right? And if I want to fuck a girl friend or a boy friend, you live with it. Right? 'Course, if you find any of those urges getting too strong to control, you know where to find me. Room at the far end of the house. Knock twice and say 'Peter sent me'." I was turning away, throwing the words over my shoulder, when he grabbed me and spun me around so fast I nearly fell over. Roy backhanded me savagely, two or three times, and when my vision cleared, I didn't recognize his face any longer.

"All right," he said, "if that's the only way you can be reached. I don't care any more. Why should I kill myself by degrees when I can do it all at once."