"Sensual Family Nights" - читать интересную книгу автора (Seymour Frank)

CHAPTER FOUR

Dan Sanborne stood at the rear window of his office, peering through the venetian blinds at the girl who had just popped out of the Woolworth's on the far side of the parking lot. It was five o'clock-you could set your watch by those kids. His lips pursed appreciatively in a silent whistle as the girl hurried across the lot, coming toward him-coming toward the fancy decorated van parked in the cul-de-sac that was almost hidden by the trash containers for the supermarket two doors down. Only Dan's window gave-a clear view of that parking space.

The girl was blonde, with long straight hair caught back in a garish plastic butterfly. Her skirt came almost to her knees, but her ass was well-rounded, wiggling with each hurried step, her grapefruit-size tits bouncing braless in her blouse. It was a wonder Woolworth's let her work that way-the old lady customers must be royally insulted at the sight of the firm young titties bouncing before their eyes as their purchases were rung up.

The back door of the van popped open, the boy watching from the inside. For a minute Dan could see straight into the interior, see the waterbed that took up most of the floor space.

Christ! The goddam kid was bareass naked! For an instant he could see the straight, lithe limbs of the boy, saw the cock hanging down from the nest of curly pubic hair between his legs. His balls hung low, big eggs, but the meat was even longer. Jesus, is that the way kids were built today? The kid must have seven inches or more soft-what the hell was it like hard?

The door of the van closed, and a minute later the bouncing began, just like it did every day at this time. How old were the kids, anyway? The girl didn't look to be more than fourteen or fifteen, although those tits would be the envy of most full-grown women. The boy might be seventeen or eighteen-whatever, he was able to be here every day to meet his girl at quitting time. A fast and furious fuck in the back of the van, and then home in time for supper-a very neat arrangement indeed.

For a minute longer Dan watched the van quivering on its springs, conscious of the ache in his own groin. He reached down to rub himself, sharply envious of the boy-Christ, but he wanted to bury his cock in some sweet pussy!

No-he didn't want just any old pussy. He wanted Trish. His wife. Her and her damnable idea that maybe splitting up for the summer would let them find out why they fought so much. It was dumb, he should never have let her talk him into going along. But, she had been gone for over a week now, taking the boys to the beach house for the summer, leaving him with the girls at home.

He wanted Trish-he loved her. So they fought-so what? They always made up after, and the fucking was even sweeter then, the pleasure even greater as each tried to give the other the most of that was in them.

Shit! His cock was hard, sticking out against his pants. He couldn't resist touching himself, rubbing it.

Maybe a quick jerk-off would ease the goddamn pain he was feeling now…

His fingers were on his zipper before he stopped himself, hating himself for the weakness. Jesus, one lousy week without his wife's cunt, and already he was going out of his mind. When Trish left he vowed to himself that he could make out all right without her, he could last the summer without fucking. He knew that she expected him to find some other ass to grab, but he was determined to prove himself a better man than that. He'd had two wet dreams this week so far, but he had managed to keep his hand off his cock except when pissing.

Although just touching himself even to piss made him feel so goddamn horny…

The sudden burr of the intercome buzzer broke into his revery. He jumped, feeling guilty, and looked around. But of course no one was there. He hit the button on the intercom.

"What is it, Priscilla?"

"Will you be working tonight, Dan? Chuck just called in from the Copperwood development. He has a couple of prospects coming at seven, and there's no one to cover the office while he takes them out."

Damn! That was the trouble with being in the real estate business-your time was never your own. Customers didn't realize what shitty hours real estate salesmen had to keep-work almost every evening, and Saturday and Sunday too. The latter two days were when you did the most business, so there was no such thing as a weekend off with the family.

That was part of the trouble with Trish-she understood why he had to work such shitty hours, but understanding didn't make it any easier to accept. Even though the shitty hours gave them two houses, gave Trish the boutique, something to do during the long hours when Dan was tied up.

If Trish were home now, he'd say fuck Copperwood, and go straight home to fuck her…

But she wasn't home. "All right, Priscilla. I'll cover for him. I'm going home to have supper first, though-I'll leave in about twenty minutes."

"All. right, Dan I'm leaving now. Good night."

"Good night."

For a minute Dan thought about his office secretary-Priscilla was stacked herself, still keeping her shape into her mid-thirties. If she really was only thirty-six. He had a sneaking suspicion that her application form lied by at least five years. But what a body! Christ, he was getting hard again thinking about her!

But Priscilla was a no-no-a well-married no-no, with several kids about the same age as his own two sets of twins. She had come back to work as soon as her kids were all in school-only in her case, the money was a great deal more important than what Trish made out of her shop. Priscilla's husband had been a cross-country trucker-until the night five years ago when his rig jackknifed on an icy mountain road, cutting off the only down-bound lane of traffic as well. Before he could get out and set up flares, another truck came roaring down thirty miles an hour faster for the condition of the road, and caught him broadsides. Sam Burket's spine was snapped instantly, and from that moment he had been paralyzed from the waist down.

Not where his manhood counted, though-Priscilla said that he was still as much a man there as ever, perhaps even more so. It was awkward for both of them, husband and wife each having to adjust to new positions, new ways of satisfying the old urge. But a broken spine hadn't been the end of sex, and Priscilla had never found it necessary to look outside of her own home for all the humping she needed. Which left Dan in the cold.

Christ! I gotta get some relief, or go out of my goddamn fucking mind!

He fidgeted for the twenty minutes, unable to concentrate on any of the papers on his desk, or to read any of the business journals stacked up. At last it was time to move out, head for home-the home without a wife. Even though the girls were there, it seemed empty without Trish-and the boys.

Without Trish… It took him less than ten minutes to make it home through the late afternoon traffic, and when he parked in front of the house Liz came bursting out of the front door, running to throw her arms around him.

"I love you, Papa!"

"I love you, too, honey," he said, squeezing her and patting her fanny. "Supper ready?"

She made a face. "Hamburgers again. Hamburgers and mashed potatoes and corn. I wish Mama was here to do the cooking, not Janet."

"Yeah, sure." He said nothing more as he scooped the evening paper off the steps, carried it into the house. Janet popped out of the kitchen, almost lost underneath one of Trish's work aprons.

"Hi, Papa. You can sit down in two minutes, so go wash your hands."

He bent to pass a kiss across her cheek, and gave her a familiar pat in turn, heading into the downstairs john to follow orders. When he came out, the dining room table was set and Janet was carrying the last of the dishes in. Liz was already seated, and helping herself to everything despite her comments about the food.

"Hard day, Papa?" asked Janet.

"Hard as usual," he said, dishing out mashed potatoes. "I have to run out to Copperwood for a couple of hours tonight. You girls don't mind, do you? I was thinking, I could drop you off at the Savoy on the way-there's a double bill monster show on this week. I'll pick you up after, and we'll stop at Farrell's for ice cream."

"That's a stinky show," said Liz. "We saw it last winter."

"Thanks anyway, Papa," said Janet. "But I guess we'll skip the movies tonight. Ice cream later sounds good, though, doesn't it, Liz?"

"Yeah, I guess so. Will you be out late, Papa?"

"No later than I have to be," he said, answering his youngest daughter's question.

But when he was finally finished at the model home, his own home did not seem like such a great place to be. His groin still ached-he still wanted his wife so bad he could almost taste her lips. He was building up to a great depression, so it was easy to stop at a bar near the development-the first one he saw. It was a quiet place, with few customers and those minding their own business. The first drink was followed by several more, and before he knew it the bartender was standing in front of him, shaking his wrist.

"Mac! Hey, Mac! Wake up!"

"Huh? Whazzit?" His glass was empty, although he could not remember drinking it. "Gimme another. Wha' time's it?"

"Eleven-thirty. You're the last one in the place-everybody else went home. You go home, too, so I can close up-please."

"Gimine another," he said again.

"Okay, but this is the last one-and drink up. I want to get home before Johnny Carson goes off, for a change."

Five minutes later he was fumbling his car keys into the ignition. He sat up straight before starting the motor, stretching his eyes wide. How many drinks had he had? His vision was blurry for a moment, until he rubbed his eyes. Then he managed to start the car, steer it out onto the street.

Dan didn't remember getting home. Suddenly he was sitting in the car, which was parked in his own driveway. He tried to read his watch, but the figures were too far away to be made out. Somehow he got out, made his way to the house, stumbling as he went up the porch steps.

A light was on in the hall, and when he finally managed to open the door and stagger inside, Janet appeared at the top of the stairs. He looked up with bleary vision, and saw that his daughter was wearing baby doll pajamas-brief panties, and a top that barely came to her waist. The pajamas were old, but a favorite pair. He could see the girl's developing tits clearly through the light blue fabric.

"Oh, Papa!"

She came to him, and caught him as he stumbled against the first step before he could fall. His arm around Janet's shoulder, he used her as a crutch to make it up the stairs, and then into his bedroom-the bedroom he shared with the wife who was not there.

"Did you have to get drunk, Papa?"

Janet helped him sit on the edge of the bed, bent to remove his shoes and his socks.

"Thanks, honey," he mumbled. "You're the only true woman I've got. I love you."

He waved his hand toward her, the momentum enough to make him topple backward. The girl sighed and grabbed his feet, pushing them up until he was completely on the bed. She shook her head sadly, standing there with one hand on her hip. Dan was suddenly aware of her woman's body beneath the flimsy pajamas, and felt a return of the ache to him groin.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "Miss your mother. Shouldn't have done it. Sorry."

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, looking at her father is his eyes closed. After a minute she saw that he was breathing easily, and she got up to go back to her own bed. But it was a warm night, almost stifling hot and without a breath of air, even though the windows of the bedroom stood wide open.

She couldn't let him sleep like that-he was going to feel lousy enough with his hangover when he woke up. At least she could get him out of his clothes, and make him as comfortable as the humidity permitted.

The pants came down easily, revealing his boxer shorts. There was a gap showing at the fly, and through it she could see a dark mass of pubic hair. She resolutely looked away, refusing to let herself stare at the tube shape of his cock along the leg of his shorts. She hung up the trousers and began to work on the shirt.

Her father groaned as she worked the shirt up over his chest, his arms flailing as she raised them over his head, nearly slapping her in the face. Janet ducked out of the way, then started on the shirt again, but as she tugged, the undershirt insisted on coming, too. At last she pulled them together over his head, and tugged them off his arms, Dan trying to roll again beneath her.

It was done. She separated the two articles and turned to switch off the light, then started for the door. But before she reached it Dan opened his eyes, called to his daughter.

"Honey? Don't go yet."

She came back to sit on the edge of the bed, staring at her father. He reached one hand to take hers, squeezing it gently.

"I'm sorry, honey," he said. "I shouldn't have done it-I know. Forgive me?"

"There's nothing to forgive, Papa." She shrugged. "You're big enough to decide what you want to do. And I know you miss Mama as much as we do."

"That's right. I love your Mama, Janet, even if we do fight all the time. I guess that's my fault, too."

"It's nobody's fault, Papa. I just hope you and Mama don't decide to break up for good when this summer thing is over. We all love you-Jimmy and Les and Liz and me. All of us."

"I don't deserve it."

"Shush!" She bent to kiss his cheek, pressed her face against his for a moment. "Don't talk like that."

"I'm sorry," Dan said, again. "Honey? Lay down beside me?"

Janet stared at her father a moment, although his eyes seemed black in the dim light that came from the hall. But his grip about her hand was tight, and she moved to stretch out beside him, her head resting on his upper arm. He squeezed her in a gentle hug, and turned to kiss her forehead, his breath strong with alcohol. But she did not flinch away, enjoying the feeling of being within his strong embrace.

Dan sighed, squeezing his daughter's arm once more, and his eyes closed again. A moment later his breathing became regular, softened, and she knew that he was asleep.

Janet was aware of her father's maleness, could smell the musk of his body odor through the sharper tang of alcohol that had dulled her senses for the moment. His chest was hairy, strong, his thighs thick and muscular. Her hip was above his, pressing against his side as he held her in his sleep, and she knew that she was only inches away from his cock. The thought excited her, made her tense; it was a long time before she managed to drift into sleep.

She came awake with a start, frightened. For a few seconds she stared into the darkness of the room, not knowing where she was-and then she felt her father's presence beside her. Dan had shifted in his sleep, was on his side now, his other hand falling across her breast. He groaned in his sleep, and now his fingers were pressing against her tit, finding her shape through the pajamas.

Janet's heart beat faster, something caught in her throat. Dan was touching her again, his hand moving across both tits now, moving down to her stomach and, then to her crotch. He pressed his fingers against her mound, rubbing gently but arousing her-and now she was aware of the thickened presence of his cock, pressing against her thigh. It was still trapped in his shorts, but the fly gaped open enough to let a long section of it touch her flesh, and the heat of contact was almost searing.

Dan groaned again, and mumbled something. After a minute his fingers moved up, reached beneath her pajama top to her tits, cupping each in turn. The arm on which she had been sleeping was moving well, reaching down to grasp her ass, moving beneath the fabric. Now both hands were pulling her pajama bottoms down from her hips.

Papa! She wanted to cry out, to beg him to stop, but something kept her silent. If fooling around with Darryl this afternoon was a sin, how much more terrible it must be to be sexually involved with her own father!

She could stop him now, make him wake up-but his strong fingers were undressing her, working the pajama bottoms down her legs and then puffing the top up over her head. The bottoms were about her ankle when he won the battle at the other end, and now she kicked them off to lay absolutely naked beside her father.

He was kissing her, his lips moving over her breasts, finding the nipples and sucking them in; a moment later he moved down to her belly, and then between her legs. It seemed impossible that he was not awake, but she knew that he was so drunk that he thought he was assaulting her mother. And she was letting him do it!

The beard on his chin scratched her belly as he moved his lips down to touch her pudenda-the same place that Liz's much younger, more innocent lips had touched this afternoon. But there was a difference to this, a heat that she had not felt before. Her father did not hesitate as he sent his tongue into her cunt, probing deep for a moment, then coming back out to find the shape of her clit, sucking it between his teeth. He bit gently, and a fiery thrill shot through Janet's center. She gasped, her legs drawing up, her hands clutching the sheet on the bed.

For a time Dan was content to suck between his daughter's legs. But his cock was burning now as it pressed against the bed, the exposed head hot and dry where the foreskin was worked back. He moaned, and came up over her, licking his way across her belly again, sucking at the tiny shape of the umbilicus. He found the shape of her tits, sucked each of them in turn, his mouth opening wide to take the entire cone within, biting down and sucking hard as though he would capture the complete mound of her flesh and carry it away.

Janet was breathing in short gasps now as his tongue set her body to burning, her legs moving apart of their own accord to open her cunt to the cooling of the air. Now Dan rose up over her until he was kneeling on straight legs, his eyes closed as he worked the snaps of his shorts. He pushed them down, and his cock popped into view, followed by his balls, hanging low beneath the straight-jutting erection. Again Janet gasped, for Dan's cock was much bigger than Darryl's-it seemed much too huge to ever fit inside a woman's cunt! Certainly it would tear her, hurt her terribly!

He worked the shorts below his knees, dropped forward over her body, the head of his cock touching the engorged lips of her cunt. He moaned, his hands moving over her sides, not probing further.

"Oh, Christ!" he cried. "Oh, Janet!"