"The family gets it on" - читать интересную книгу автора (Barton James)

CHAPTER FIVE

As usual, Tom was the first of the household to awaken. As the sun broke the horizon and dissolved the low coastal fog over the beach resort, he climbed from his bed and stretched, then went into the bathroom. Humming to himself as he showered, he thought idly of his midnight tryst with the sleeping girl in the next bedroom.

Thank God she didn't wake up! he thought, then wondered if she were still taking the sleeping pills prescribed by her psychiatrist.

Linda had never gone into any detail regarding her teenaged daughter's "trauma", as it was called, or how that trauma had come about. And Tom really hadn't given it too much thought. It was fashionable, he supposed, to have one's own psychoanalyst in addition to attending a private school. Besides, it hadn't cost him a dime – the girl's real father paid ample child support and so long as Linda felt that Susan needed special attention, who was Tom to question it? And as he soaped himself, he began to recall the details of the night before, and his prick stiffened in his hand as he thought of the golden girl in the next room…

Suzy heard the shower running and she snuggled beneath the light sheet. She enjoyed the early-morning awakenings at the beach – cool and quiet and she drew her knees to her chest, then stretched luxuriously as she recalled the sex play she had enjoyed at the hands of her stepfather the night before. She giggled to herself as she thought how naive he was to think that anyone could have slept through that! And she wondered what her analyst would think when she related her "dream lover" to him on her next visit. Toying with the thought and the elaboration's she might use, her hands massaged her tits, then followed the supple contours of her body, across the flat plane of her stomach until the tips of her fingers encountered the golden bush of her cunt. She explored lightly and traced the outline of her pussy as she thought about her analyst, Dr. Ferber… good old nasty Dr. Ferber!

The first time her mother had taken her to see the psychiatrist, Suzy had been somewhat apprehensive, knowing that her mother had probably told the old bastard all there was to tell about her daddy and her Aunt Lorain. But the man's easy manner soon set her at ease and as she looked at him, she realized he wasn't all that old. His gray hair and short beard just made him look that way – and at least he wasn't fat, she thought as he arose from behind his desk and came around to sit across from her. Suzy was as tall as her psychiatrist, and she soon came to regard him as her "little doll of a doctor".

"Your mother has explained, Susan… so there's no need for you to feel any anxiety over some of the things well be talking about," he said, and smiled warmly.

And Suzy found that to be true. Never once during those first weeks did he broach the subject of sex, her father or her aunt. They talked about a lot of things – rather, she talked and he listened, which was refreshing for her. Rarely did an adult listen to Suzy, and she always had the distinct feeling that adults were willing to talk to her but never with her. Then, on her fourth visit, Dr. Ferber asked, "How would you like to be hypnotized, Susan?"

"Far out!" she told him.

He chuckled and led her to a low couch, and as she lay back comfortably, he drew a chair to her side and began to talk to her. She felt a little drowsy at first, then she began to wonder what would happen to her – what she would miss – under hypnosis. And she didn't want to miss that, for she was perhaps more interested in what would happen if he thought she was hypnotized – so Suzy played a little game with him.

"Can you hear me, Susan?"

"Yes."

"Fine. Now in a few minutes I'm going to ask you to open your eyes."

"Sleepy…" she replied.

"All right, then… if you prefer, just keep them closed. Is that all right?"

"Yesss…"

"Now you're asleep, Susan. You will not awaken until you hear the snap of my fingers and the command, 'wake up now'. Do you understand?"

"Yesss…"

"Listen carefully now, Susan… you will do exactly as I tell you while you are asleep and you will remember nothing once you've awakened you will remember nothing…"

"Nothing."

"Fine, darling… now I'm going to tell you who I am and I want you to tell me who you are."

"Who… who are you?" Suzy asked just above a whisper.

"I am your father."

"Daddy…" she mumbled, and suppressed a smile, enjoying the game.

"And who are you?"

"I'm Suzy… your little girl…"

"Little girl?" he asked.

"Ummmm… big girl, Daddy…"

"That's better, Suzy… now just relax…" he told her, and Suzy felt his hand on her thigh. She jumped a bit and he said softly, "Just relax, Suzy…"

"Relax…" she repeated, and felt her heart beat faster as she realized what his game was. His hand lifted the edge of the miniskirt she wore and Suzy felt his fingers run between her legs and press the silken material of her panties into the slit of her cunt.

"Does that feel good, sweetheart?" he asked her softly.

"Ummn… good…" she replied, and lifted her body slightly as he massaged her cunt through her panties.

"Tell your daddy what you want, Suzy…"

She hesitated as she thought. Okay, Ferber, you asked for it! "I want… I want…" she said a bit breathlessly.

"Yes?"

"Oh, Daddy – you know what I want! I want to fuck and suck and lick and do all those things we always do!"

She felt his hand tense on her cunt as he replied thickly, with a note of apprehension in his voice, "You… you do?"

Suzy controlled her urge to laugh aloud and she told him, "Oh, yes… let's do it!" and her hand caught his and held it to her cunt as she thought to herself: Get ready, Doc… I'm gonna blow your mind while you blow your nuts! And holding his hand firmly against her cunt, she began to grind her hips as she spoke, relating her own special fantasy to him as though it had actually happened.

"… like the last time when we had all the kids over and you had that poker party… when Mom was in Palm Springs for the weekend. Remember?"

"Ah… yes, Suzy, go on," he said thickly, and leaned closer to her writhing body as he felt the wetness beneath his fingers.

Suzy related the fantasy party to the psychiatrist, describing the six girls swimming playfully in the family pool while her father and four of his friends drank their beer and played cards in the family room of their large home. She told how the girls, in their play, had removed their bathing suits in full sight of the poker players on the other side of the glass doors that led to the patio and how her father had been the only one with his back turned to the doors.

Then she told Ferber how they had sneaked, one by one, into the bathroom just off the family room and waited in the dark. The men, having seen them, were hesitant at first to enter the bathroom, but finally one of them threw in his hand and asked Suzy's father, "Which way to the can?" He had entered that dark bathroom and found himself confronted by six naked girls who were all over him with hands, mouths and cunts, threatening to scream rape if he didn't cooperate.

Suzy described in vivid detail each of the acts the girls forced the man to perform with them, and she continued through the fantasy as each of the successive poker players made his way to the bathroom during the course of the evening until finally, Suzy's father had gone in to relieve himself and was given the same treatment – unprotesting.

Then the party turned into a full-blown orgy that lasted two full days with the six teenaged girls and the five middle-aged poker players.

"Yes, yes, go on!" Ferber urged his patient as his finger managed to work past the leg band of her panties and worm its way into her sopping cunt. He sat there, mouth agape as he stroked his cock through the coarse material of his trousers with his free hand.

"Oh, Daddy!" she cried. "Give me some head… suck my pussy, please!"

Nervously, Ferber freed his hand from her grasp and pulled down her panties and dropped them to the floor beside the couch. Almost as an afterthought, he walked quickly to his desk, pressed the button on his intercom and instructed his receptionist to cancel his next appointment, telling her he'd just made a "breakthrough" with the girl, and he emphasized he was not to be disturbed under any circumstances short of fire or atomic attack.

Suzy listened to him and giggled lowly as she squirmed her bare ass against the smooth leather of the couch. She removed her sweater, bra and skirt while he was talking, and when Ferber turned from his desk, she heard him gasp at finding her stark naked and writhing with two fingers in her cunt.

He crossed the room to the lewdly moving teenager and stood enraptured by her supple body. She heard him mutter under his breath, then the sound of his zipper opening came to her above his heavy breathing. As he knelt beside her and laved her inner thighs with his tongue, Suzy told him, "No… Daddy… the way we always do – I want to suck you too!"

Ferber obliged and climbed onto the couch with his willing patient, and as he buried his face between her legs and tasted the sweet wetness of her dripping cunt, he felt his prick sucked into her voracious mouth and he groaned loudly.

The following week and every week thereafter, Suzy began the session with a simple, "Will you hypnotize me today, Dr. Ferber?" and smiled coyly as she added, "It always makes me feel so good… so satisfied." And he did. He also gave her birth control pills – their secret – and a mild sedative to help her sleep when she felt she needed it.

Suzy finger-fucked herself as she imagined herself on the couch in her doctor's office as her analysis went into its third productive year. And in the shower, Tom gripped his soapy, spurting prick as he imagined his stepdaughter's hot, sucking mouth again.

As he emerged from the bathroom dressed in sandals, trunks and a short beach robe, Tom bent over his sleeping wife and kissed her on the cheek. He cupped her ample tit through the sheet and asked softly, "Linda, baby… would you like some breakfast?"

Linda felt his hand on her tit and pushed it off as his words crawled into her ear and lay there like some unwanted houseguest. "Go… way…" she mumbled, and pulled the sheet tightly to her chin. "Lemme sleep… gotta headache…"

Tom straightened and looked down at his wife; the vacation was her time to rest as well as his – and he wouldn't deny her that, he told himself, and decided on breakfast alone. "Sleep, sweetheart," he told her, "I'll grab a bite, then I'm going for a long walk on the beach."

Just go someplace, she thought, and lemme alone!

Tom passed Pepe in the hallway and he smiled as he saw the tiny dog licking furiously at his rubber bone just outside Suzy's bedroom. Must have been something they put in the rubber, he thought as he entered the kitchen and plugged in the coffee pot as the sound of the shower running came to him through the thin walls of the summer cottage.

Tom whistled brightly as he prepared frozen orange juice and dropped four pieces of rye bread into the toaster. As the sound of the shower stopped, a rush of adrenaline went through his body as he visualized Suzy toweling her lovely body – and he was struck with the realization that he was going to have to face her in just a few minutes.

He fought his own emotions for control as he heard her moving about the bedroom, opening drawers and rummaging through the closet, and he hoped that in her deep sleep the night before, he had not caused her any discomfort from the ass-fucking… and he chilled again as he pictured the twin mounds, white in the moonlight, accepting his stiff cock into her asshole.

"Thank God she didn't wake up!" he said lightly to himself as he heard her bedroom door open, then close. He picked up a piece of toast and spread butter on it as Suzy bounded into the kitchen, fresh and bright in the morning sunlight that streamed through the windows.

"Morning, Tom… sleep well?" she asked as she brushed his cheek with her lips and slid onto the chair next to him.

Tom felt his face burning and he cleared his throat, fighting for control as he looked at her innocent face. She had her hair braided in two short pigtails and she looked refreshingly naive in the light of day.

"Oh, yes… quite well. And yourself?" he replied as she poured herself a glass of juice and plucked the buttered toast from his fingers.

"Me? Groovy!" she said, and munched the toast as he buttered a second piece. "I had a funny dream, though…" she said, and wrinkled her brow between bites.

Again, Tom flushed deeply and he dropped the toast. Suzy picked it up and said, "Thanks…" and began munching on it as she looked toward him and asked, "You ever have funny dreams, Tom?"

He looked at her for a long moment, then replied, "Ah… I don't know… depends on what you'd call funny…" and he was immediately sorry for the latter part of the remark.

Suzy's eyes twinkled as she said in a low tone and leaned toward him, "Well, let me tell you about this one… it'll curl your hair!"

Tom felt an extreme urge to leave and he stood up quickly, nearly knocking over his chair in the process. "Ah… another time, sweetheart… I'm ah… I'm late for my walk," he said lamely, and started for the door.

"Okay," she said lightly, and sipped her juice, "I'll just have to tell Mom when she wakes up… then she'll want me to tell that dumb old psychiatrist, Doctor Ferber…"

Tom froze, his hand on the doorknob as his stomach knotted with sudden panic. He turned slowly and told her, "Ah… well, maybe you should tell me, darling… you know how easily your mother gets upset."

Suzy wiped her mouth on the corner of the table cloth and stood. She walked slowly to where Tom stood and took hold of the lapels of his beach robe and ran her fingers up and down the edge of the garment.

"Well…" she said lowly with a gleam in her eye, "in this dream – I've had a couple before – you came into my room."

Tom felt his knees go weak.

"… but last night's dream was different from the others I've had about you."

"Dif-different?" he asked in a tight voice as he clutched the edge of the counter for support.

"Uh-huh. The beginning of the dream was the same as the others. You came into my room and put something in my hand…"

Tom recalled her squeezing his prick in her sleep and he swallowed thickly as she traced a pattern on his bare chest with her finger.

"Then… I felt you touch me here," she said, and slipped her hand inside his beach robe and tweaked his nipple.

"Oh…" he said lowly, and felt his face flame.

"That was like the other times, but last night, wow!" she exclaimed, and ran her hand flatly over his stomach and smiled as she saw the apprehension on his face. "Last night – in this dream – you did more…"

"More?" he asked, and his voice cracked.

"Well… I hope you don't think I'm oversexed or anything, but you laid down beside me and you licked me here…" she said lowly, and moved her hand to his crotch.

Tom almost fainted as her small hand closed over his cock and squeezed it gently through the thin material of his trunks.

"And I sucked you off… and then…" She smiled up at him impishly and said just above a whisper, "Then you fucked me in the ass!"

Tom's heart all but stopped as he heard the obscene words come from her pretty mouth.

"That was some dream, huh?" she questioned, giving his prick a squeeze and letting her hand drop.

"Some… some dream," he repeated dryly.

"Think I ought to tell Mom or Doctor Ferber?" she asked innocently.

"Oh, God!" he said a bit too quickly, then recovered. "I mean, no… your mother wouldn't understand, Suzy – and your doctor – well… we don't want him to think you're oversexed, do we?"

Suzy giggled. "No, I don't suppose we do!" She touched his nose with her forefinger and smiled coyly. "You know – I saw the cutest bikini outfit in the window of the Beach Boutique yesterday… do you think if I bought it, it would take my mind off that dumb old dream… you know, like make me forget it?"

Tom laughed nervously and pulled his wallet from the pocket of his robe as he replied, "Well, we'll never know unless we try, will we?" He opened his wallet, then asked, "… how much was it?"

"Oh, I don't know – the whole outfit was about fifty dollars, I think."

"Oh…" he said, and stared at the lone twenty in the cash compartment of his wallet.

"That's okay," she said happily, and plucked his Master Charge from its slot, "I'll just use this," and she looked up at him again, "if that's okay with you, Tom."

"Do…" he said, "please do."

"Ciao!" she said, and turned to skip out of the kitchen.

Tom stood there leaning against the counter, his wallet held loosely in his hand. He folded it slowly and wiped the thin line of sweat from his upper lip and thought: That was an expensive Goddamn dream! But he sighed in relief as he realized it was actually a small price to pay to keep Suzy convinced it was just a dream!