Poor police chief. I felt sorry for the guy. He was pursued by the Fate running after all stepfathers with horny-growing stepdaughters and vice-versa. So far, Jeannie's narrative might get her into Juvenile Court, but all Luke Larson would get would be an award from the local 4-H Club. Unless…
“How long before he came into your room again, Jeannie?”
“Funny that you should ask… Carla asked the same question. I guess it was ten minutes later. 'Are you awake, Jeannie?' he said. This time he didn't put the light on. There was only the moon and the lamp left burning in the hall outside. He looked all shadowy, his hair very black, his face a white blob. I knew he had come in to do it to me.
“'Yes, I'm awake, dad.”
“'Sorry, kid, if I seemed angry before.' He didn't sound like my stepfather. His voice was soft, pleading, and the words were all slurred together. 'You're a big girl, Jeannie. You should know about those things. Like what a guy's got. Shouldn't be any mystery about it. Then you get crazy ideas about baseball bats, and you think a prick is a weapon to hurt you.'
“He opened his pajama pants and let his cock hang out. It was just a blob of white in the half-light. Luke switched on the bedside lamp. Without looking at me, he said, 'See, it isn't so terrible. It won't hurt you.'
“It was terrible-powerful. Thick… much longer than Ernie's. I wanted it to hurt me. I wanted my stepfather to stick it in me. In the light, it wasn't white at all. Rosy, except for the head that was so dark red it was almost purplish. It looked so velvety. I touched it.
“'If you play with a guy's pr-penis-it gets hard,' he said, in a tight voice I'd never heard before. 'Erect.' It was erect already, erect as soon as I touched it. I felt the flesh tingle; it made my fingers tingle; I started rubbing my stepfather's hard-on.
“"Don't do that, sweetheart. A guy can come that way. See, now it's ready for action. When it stands up like that, I can put it between-'
“He pulled off the covers and he had his hand between my legs. I remember I felt ashamed because I was dripping. But I opened my legs wider, and suddenly Luke fell on me.”
“Hallelujah!”
My exclamation startled Miss Jeannie. “What did you say, Doug?”
“I said, 'Hallelujah!' You've just saved the lives of three men, if you can call Alec a man. After this, if Matt doesn't make an honest woman out of you, I'll marry you myself.”
My equivocal statements abruptly interrupted Jeannie's narrative. She obviously wanted to continue, and pouted, “Don't you want to hear the rest of the story?”
“Honey, I can tell you the rest of the story, with dialogue. Your stepfather said, 'I'm just gonna put the head in.' And by the time you said, 'Do it,' he'd done it.”
Jeannie stamped her foot. “Carla told you!”
“No, Carla didn't tell me. It's masculine intuition. Don't be mad, honey. Someday you'll tell me all the details. How he fucked it into you. How the blood came. How he came. How you came. And how he came back the next morning.”
Jeannie's eyes opened wide. “But even Carla doesn't know about what happened the next morning.”
“Okay, here's a sample of masculine intuition. Your stepfather wandered into your bedroom, bare ass, or with that white blob sticking out of his pajamas. He said, What we did last night was wrong. Unfair to you, me, and your mother. I know a different way.' And he gave you a good hot load in the mouth, and you swallowed.”
Jeannie forgot to be miffed because I cheated her out of her dramatic revelation. She'd picked up bad speech habits from my buddy. “How the fuck did you know?” she asked, girlishly.
“How did I know it was a good hot load?” A guy's cream is always hotter in the morning. How did I know you swallowed? I remembered a certain session in the car, first time I drove you out to the cabin.”
“But however did you know he asked me to suck it?”
“Easy. I put myself in your stepfather's place. Poor guy! Here, is this so terrible?”
Jeannie giggled at the sight of my whang, and suggested wryly, “Give it to Carla.”
Out of the mouths of babes-
Into the mouths of ladies-
Carla Grant was pacing outside my cubbyhole. I said, “Thank you, ma'am, you've been most helpful. I'm sure Mr. Larson will be cooperative under the circumstances. Uh-Miss Grant, would you care to step in for a second?”
Three hours later, I moaned, “Why haven't we done this before, darling?”
Carla interrupted her mewing to answer, “Did you once ask me?”
That was last summer.
Luke Larson, our esteemed police chief, turned out to be a good guy, though a cheapskate. He bought the first print of Barnyard Balling offered to the public. But he demanded a substantial discount. We gave it to him, because Luke is a steady customer at the Cabin.
The Cabin is capitalized now. It's one of the showplaces of central Iowa. The first floor is a theater, devoted exclusively to Alec Holmes' Productions-I mean. Holmes-Trent Productions. The next eighteen floors serve as a hotel with fabulous maid service. Many of our friends, including superstars and ex-superstars, double as guests, maids, and bellhops.
Carla and I live on the twentieth floor-the Penthouse. Yes, the Cabin has a commodious penthouse. Carla and I are very happily married. That silver hair and the way shelf you think I'm gonna divulge my bride's intimate secrets, you're in the wrong book, buddy.
Talking about buddies- Now Matt wants to get married. Not to Jeannie. To Jeannie's mother. You see, Luke Larson divorced her. All those aunts and uncles and nieces she was forever visiting turned out to be a big-pricked stud in Lincoln, Nebraska.
Matt looks at it this way: “My prick's bound to be bigger. I'm sure I can get her to marry me. Then Jeannie'll be my stepdaughter. We'll be related. So I can fuck her whenever I wanna.
I try to discourage him.
“Incest's a mug's game, kid.”
The Nympho in 4B!
When Marty Green entered Gloria Braddock's apartment, there was only one thing weighing on his mind. Gloria.
There she sat, her supple body draped across the white satin sofa, wearing only a filmy negligee-filmy enough for Marty to see she bad nothing on underneath.
“Make yourself a drink, Marty.” She moved her arm, and her negligee slipped open for just a second. But it was long enough for Marty to get a quick glimpse of the fullness, the firmness of her breast.
Gloria looked up suddenly and ran the tip of her slick pink tongue across the surface of her lips. She brought her left band up to her right tit and cupped it gently, capturing her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Slowly she rolled it back and forth as she waited for Marty to finish making his drink and come to her.