Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

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?"