Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

That finished us for the night, more or less. Kevin's cock was sore as a boil and so was my twat. Neither of us could ever think about another fuck. Not so Brian. He pranced round the room with his hard-on sticking out, and finally I had to suck him off. He claimed that he was entitled to one orgasm in my mouth, anyway, and I didn't feel like arguing with him. Instead I swilled down his cum while Kevin sat watching with a drink.

And finally I sent them both home. It had been a long, hard night, and I needed some rest. An hour after they left I was horny again.

It's like a Chinese dinner, I thought insanely, groaning as I tried to diddle my red-raw cunt. The flesh screamed when I touched it, and my clitty, though it was stiff, seemed to be avoiding the caresses of my fingers. They were nice guys, they could handle themselves okay in a tight situation – e.g. my cunt – but I didn't feel anything for them.

I was learning more about being a grown-up. Sex was so much more fun when you did it with people you liked, really liked.

Uncle Roy? I liked him. Fucking or sucking with him was a thrilling, satisfying experience that left me shattered physically and emotionally. I wasn't in love with him, but I loved him very much. Or was that a contradiction? Was it possible that I was in love with him? With my mother's husband, my brand-new stepfather? God, I thought about him almost all the tine, remembered the way he'd split my pussy with that enormous tool of his, the way he'd brought me to the most intense orgasms of my life. I could hardly wait to see him again, to catch him alone and prove to myself that I could make him drop his drawers whenever and wherever I wanted.

My body had sopped up gallons of jism tonight, Brian's and Kevin's, but already they were dim in my recollection. If I closed my eyes, I could see Roy standing naked in front of me, his cock at the ready, his eyes full of lust for me. When I hugged myself, it was as if he were on the bed, hugging me, feeling me up in anticipation of a glorious fuck that would leave both of us gasping and shivering.

"I think you're in love, Jennifer Wexford!" I told the world and the room and, most particularly, myself. Well, if I was, Mom was gonna have a fight on her hands. Know it or not, she had a rival who was prepared to use any dirty trick in the book to get what she wanted.

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.