Chapter 6
It was late Monday evening and Kitty could not get rid of that expectant feeling that something very big was about to happen to her. Inside she had that giddy, little girl breathlessness she always used to feel before Christmas. Outside, as she stood before her bathroom mirror smudging a spot of Banmark over the tiny scratch on her breast, she had a special radiance.
Almost like a bride, she thought, experiencing the first uncomfortable memory of the day, recalling that the only time she had been a bride was when she made the great mistake with Arnold.
Shivering involuntarily at that disaster, she studied the blend of the cosmetic antiseptic where a fingernail had marked her boob, frowned and touched the spot again.
"Ouch!" She caught her breast and massaged the area when the astringent salve stung. Instantly both nipples blossomed hard. "You've had lots today, now quiet down!" she scolded the taut cones.
Why she responded to the curiosity, Kitty didn't know, but wondering if the nipple tissue would sting to the feel of Banmark, she put a tiny bit on each forefinger and touched both raised cherries simultaneously.
"Ooohhh!" The healing salve which might have been perfect for scratches and cuts was a sudden frantic itching applied to her nipples.
With an impatient cry she grabbed both boobs and cupped them close, trying to press out the tantalizing pin pricks now rifling through from her chest to her crotch and traveling to every erogenous point on a body well satiated by loving through a long wonderful Monday.
The sharp knock at the door came as the mad itching reached a new peak. "Catherine? Catherine, are you all right? We're down at the pool ... I heard-"
"All ... almost ... Daddy ... oooh, golly!" The torture of the persistent antiseptic broke up her response and gave Stewart Carr the certainty his daughter was in pain. With sudden boldness, not a mark of Stewart when it came to breaking in on women in bathrooms, he stormed into Kitty's presence.
He stopped short, stared at the nude by the sink, clutching her breasts in a strangely possessed way, spun on his heel to leave in embarrassment, then stopped. Kitty watched him turn slowly back to face her, his snug red rivieras dripping from his quick dash from the swimming pool.
"What's wrong, Catherine?" His stare, failing its attempt to fix on her face, was riveted on the odd way she was clasping her magnificent boobs. "Are you hurt, dear?"
"I'm on fire, feels like!" she gasped, the titty torture of the Banmark mingled with another sensation. She was besieged with lust for the man before her and unintentionally she was advertising all her wealth and begging for his help with the stupid thing she had done to herself.
"What happened? Tell me!" He was directly in front of her now, flushed with mixed modesty and runaway libido at the sight of the stacked wonder of the girl. Obviously in some kind of difficulty with herself, heaving her explosively packed breasts, she seemed to be presenting them for his dining pleasure. For too long he had fantasized doing just that and the grab in his groin warned that his lust was ahead of his sense of paternal propriety.
"I got something on my nipples," moaned Kitty. They're like a million needles! So do something!"
"Here." Stew dove for the washcloth draped across the curve of the tub and soaked it under the cold faucet quickly. "Try this," he squeezed the excess water.
"You do it, Daddy," she pleaded. "It helps if I can hold them up high while you put pressure on ... maybe air, too." She bent to blow a breath over the tumid cone and trembled to the erotic sensation that the warm air triggered.
"Does it help?" asked a light-voiced father as he covered the center of one breast with the cold compress.
She squeezed her eyes and waited a fraction of a second. "Oh, no, that's bad. My blowing on myself helped more ... Daddy, would ... could you do that for me?"
Wild renegade lusts churned in Carr's loins, yet there was only begging innocence in Kitty's eyes as she clutched both breasts even tighter. The pain was worsening.
"Maybe a doctor ..." he tried. "No, let me see .. Fighting to conceal the tremor of excitement, he leaned to about a foot from the erect nipple, now showing red through the lovely sunshine pink of its natural state.
"That helped. Can you do it real close now?" She drew her shoulders back to present the silken-skinned perfection of the tempestuous globes, aware of their impact on the man. "Come close as you can. The warm air feels soothing. Really helps."
How does a man deny a plea like that? Even when the innocent is his own daughter? Even when his rivieras are swollen now to bursting with a cock determined to present itself with the least ripple of a gut muscle.
"Oh, that's comforting. Do it more," panted Kitty, transfixed by the sight of the very masculine daddy she had for years laid imaginary plots for. His lips were puckered less than an inch from one of her nipples and at that second she made another discovery, even as he breathed warm air on the taut cone. Daddy had himself in total erection under those bright red mini trunks and the fabulously swollen head of his prick was even now nudging a slight aperture at the top ledge of his minimal cover. He was clearly caught in a bind 'of having to help her and wanting desperately to enjoy himself with the first aid.
"Daddy, in medicine they say saliva is the best soother of all. Could you ... would you mind ... maybe kiss it or even wet it with your lips? I'll bet the itch will go away."
His head swirled with the deliciouss certainty that his oversexed nature was going to bring an exposure of stiffened cock to Kitty. "Catherine ... I..."
"Please try it, Daddy. It'll help me." She urged forward as she asked and Stew made a fatal recoil, sucking in his gut in surprise at her move and giving his relentlessly urgent prick the thrust it needed to burst the top ledge. He bent quickly to her breast to block her view below.
"Oh, yes... that's so good ... oohhh, do it more!"
Lips ovalled at the center of her breast were nursing eagerly and his tongue was a darting fire as Stew, frenzied by the delicious erotic terror of his bared prick barrel, tried to stuff it from sight back in the trunks while he hoped against hope he would be unseen. , Kitty saw. Kitty fought the mischief twist inside that whipped her to want to laugh, knowing that a laugh would destroy the man and their relations. Her head swimming to a pre-orgasm building from the breast love, she still had control-control and a sadistic drive to bring her father to his knees before her. Here, in this male of her childhood dreams, in this man whose sexual prowess she had long been in awe of ... Kitty saw a man she both loved and condemned. Condemned because her father could have stepped in when there was still time to break up her mistake with Arnold which he later had so smugly said he knew was a mistake.
The tube of Banmark caught her eye on the corner of the sink and a little smidgen of its astringent pink cream oozed at the opened top. Her finger darted impulsively and snared the salve that had maddened her nipples and at the same instant she gave a little cry of delight.
"Feels so good, Daddy!"
Blushing with chagrin at his loss of self-control over his most personal part, Stew felt her palms at his hips and knew his only escape from massive embarrassment was to hide the phallus and keep her preoccupied while he accomplished the impossible. It felt ten feet long. He nibbled her nipples eagerly.
"Nuff ... oh, stop. I ... it's too stimulating." She drew back, her hands still at the man's hips, one fingertip carrying the tiny torture she had for him. "You ... for goodness sake, I bother you!" she exclaimed as he sheepishly straightened, and the clear view down his front showed the thick trembling column of stallion-at-the-ready.
"Sort of a backfire on the old man!" croaked a distraught Stew, trying futilely to find a word to make a joke of what was no joking matter. Kitty gambled in the split second after his exposure that there was too much hard-on for Stew to cram from sight. Looking the picture of trapped rapist with no place to run, he was ready for sympathy as she bent to kiss him squarely on the lips. Time and the effort to conceal himself stood still.
"Don't be embarrassed," she consoled. "It's really very flattering and there's no need to hide it."
"Gawd, what a show your old man puts on!" he choked.
"A very pretty show and scary, too, that's what. There's so much of you!" Her hands caught the sides of the elastic material and dragged downward. "Let's adjust you back to place, you naughty big stick. All you're good for is scaring and beating and hurting sweet little girls, anyway!"
"Huh?" Her words burned into his chaotic thoughts but a sudden awareness burned more. She had stripped his cover down to his thighs, exposing everything. At the same instant a second awareness. Another burn! At the swollen, feverish end of his lusting prick a mad fire was building. So preoccupied with his state, Stew hadn't noticed her smudge the pink, almost invisible salve on the tip of his cock.
"Here, everything under cover!" she exclaimed, dragging the briefs up and over his testicles and the now inflamed phallus. That's better for mister modesty."
"Ye gods!" moaned Stew, doubling over to the wave of frenzied itching that stormed the hyper-sensitized prick-crown worsened now under the taut elastic cover. "What the hell's wrong with me?"
"Where, Daddy?" Her expression was virginal innocence as she looked up his. front from where she had dropped to a kneeling position.
"Down there ... Ceeriminy! I'm on fire!" He was possessed with a passion to do something-anything to relieve the frenzied itch and, a man beside himself, he dragged down the rivieras and the tumultuous erection sprang into Kitty's face, literally smashing its fleshy crown against her partially opened mouth.
With malice aforethought, her lips went wide and Stew's agonized cock-cap shot from sight into a warm and soothing oral pit. For surprised, ecstatic seconds he let her have her way, munching, licking, sucking the buried cap and quickly building a charge deep inside. Then, some distantly remembered conscience slammed home in his thoughts and he reeled backward, dragging his sopping organ from her lips with an outburst of incoherent choked-off cries.
"You don't know what you're doing!" he gasped when he found his breath and grabbed the bath towel from the rack beside the tub. "God, Catherine, that was close!"
"I knew." She said it simply, her head bowed and her shoulders moving convulsively as if she were crying. "I only wanted to help."
"Good Lord! I almost did something I'd be terribly sorry for," he panted, finding his breath slowing gradually.
"I know what you almost did. I know too you're ashamed of me as a woman and a wife, but mostly as a female. Anyway, I heard the back door slam and it's probably Mommy coming to check up. You better go"
"Look... Catherine ... I..."
"Please go!"
"Maybe ... well, it's late and we're down at the poolside having night drinks. Come on down." He shuffled uneasily to the bathroom door, letting the towel drop over the ledge of the tub, unneeded now with his lust shocked to momentary collapse.
She looked up into his eyes and there was accusation in her stare. "You pretend that man and woman should be natural, but let something happen where a woman can help a man, doesn't matter if it's her family, and it's hypocrisy. I think men just want to hurt, sexually, emotionally, every way."
"Baby, no ... that's not right. Look, tell you what. Well prove we're not hypocrites. You come on down to the pool and let's all be our natural selves. I mean, you know, skinny dip and all that. Don't know about Dixil. She may strip, too." The idea grabbed him as he saw the curiosity in her eyes.
"The boys are sacked out and you can come as you are," he chuckled. "Just bring a towel and if you don't mind your Mommy being almost out of it from too much booze, we can talk and have some fun. And ..." His eyes dropped to his waist, then raised again. "And you did help my problem, young lady. I don't itch any more."
"You helped mine, too, Daddy. I'll be right down." She gave a little parting wave. The look in his eye as be turned away told her that one of the prize studs of the Carr family tree had just had his antique notions about right and wrong within the family ridden over roughshod.
Alone with her thoughts and her emotions, a frustrated but confident Kitty walked across the bedroom and pushed the drape aside to look down at the backyard. Only the patio corner of the pool area was visible and she could see her mother had already returned with a freshened drink and was sprawled lazily on a chaise. From where she watched it looked to Kitty as if Dixil were almost asleep. Her planning for conquest of Daddy depended on taking a chance and on his needing too desperately to chicken.
She strolled across her room and flopped naked on her bed, weighing the dangers. He was psyched to almost anything that would give him reason to play with her, yet not be discovered. It was up to Kitty to whet his appetite still more. He had to be out of his skull with wanting and that could come, if she just ignored the idea tonight. Let him think he hadn't driven her bananas when he licked her boobies and when he shoved his cock against her lips. What a prick! She squirmed on the bedspread at the way the crown had been almost too big to take orally. What would it do to her pussy? Beautiful!
She left the bed and again walked to the window and now she could see her father perched on the edge of the chaise talking earnestly to a half-awake wife. That puzzled Kitty. Her mother had never been a heavy drinker-not until the last week and then she had been soused late almost every evening. She saw the platinum hair slide indolently to one side as Dixil's head lolled and from the disgusted shake of her fathers head, Kitty could tell he had not gotten the satisfaction of Mommy's agreement to skinny-dipping family style. But from all the pushing by Dixil in their mother-daughter chat, Kitty knew that would have been more than welcomed. Daddy was just uptight. And that made him riper than ever for the come-on.
She slipped from the room and strolled down the hall, knowing that both boys were sound asleep. It had been quite a day at the lab with Dennis. He had left for home after giving her three hand-pumped specimens and taking his reward in one romp on the day bed. But he was shot down at supper table and excused himself before dessert.
Mid-evening Kitty had visited Barry's room and they had thoroughly enjoyed each other for an hour, perfecting their game of coitus-with-conversation to satisfy any potential eavesdropper by Barry's door, making it appear that it was just an in-family bull session. Dixil had loved what she saw of Kitty's taking her urging to get closer to Barry and Dennis, never dreaming the lengths the closeness had stretched to. But now, moving past the boy's rooms, Kitty felt a superiority over the two sacked out behind closed doors. She had taken their best and she was fresh and ready for more, while they lay dead to the world, exhausted from their sex play with her. Who said men were the stronger sex? she wondered triumphantly.
At the door from the rec room that opened out onto the patio she paused. Her father was stripped of his rivieras, strutting in pretended casualness around the tile edging of the pool. To one side, her bikini-clad body so completely relaxed she could only be asleep, lay Dixil, sprawled in the same position Kitty had seen from her bedroom window. It was a chance for a very daring romp with Daddy. It also was a better chance to set him up for much, much more and avoid the possibility of Mommy waking. Kitty opted for the last.
"Hi," she called softly, stepping from the rec room and waving timidly.
He strode quickly and silently toward her, confirming her guess that he wasn't altogether sure Dixil was totally out of it. Pinpricks danced inside her at the sight of his naked body. The thirty yards of lawn he had to cross to the patio gave it plenty of time to happen and in the moonlight Kitty saw the miracle. Slack penis to rampaging total hard-on before he reached her side. Curiously, Stewart Carr didn't seem to care.
"Good! You came ready for skinny-dipping." He smiled, swinging an arm round her waist and making no effort to avoid contact of an awkwardly pendulum-like prick against her hip.
"Yes, but Mommy isn't." Kitty looked over her daddy's shoulder at the prostrated figure. "I wouldn't want to unless she did, too."
"She's out cold, I'm afraid." He shivered as a chill wind blew over the planning. "Hey, the wild itch I got up in the bathroom--you know, I was thinking it was almost exactly the same as yours on your nipples. Could it have been on the washcloth I used, you suppose? I mean, that stuff that set us both up like a house afire?"
"Maybe it was." Kitty glanced down in mock shyness. "I'm sorry about what I did. I know a man's organ is...well, it's something women just don't understand, I guess. I thought my saliva might help the itch, but it offended you. You thought I..."
"Let's go in for a dip and we can talk about it," he interrupted. "It didn't offend me at all. It was just I was afraid you might misunderstand."
Kitty froze as he tugged her elbow. "That's just it. I did misunderstand and I did a bad thing. I'm a freaky girl but I would have gone right ahead and sucked your cock till you let it come and that's that! You better just write me out of the family." With a half-suppressed cry she spun on her heel and darted back into the rec room, hurrying for her bedroom and leaving a nonplussed father staring at the darkness of the interior of the house.
It was much later as Kitty lay sleeping fitfully that her door eased open. A driven man, unable to quiet his driving lust from the moment he had touched her breasts with his lips in her bathroom, had finally cracked.
For two sleepless hours Stewart Carr lay beside the motionless form of his wife, remembering event by event the way his daughter had been around him. She had had a terrible start in woman to man relationships. Dixil herself had pressed him to do something, almost anything, to bring her back to the world of hetero sex again. Stew had absolutely no doubt that Dixil had a line he was not to cross and that was copulation. Almost anything else would be allowed; but now, only a total sexual relation with Kitty would do. She had been wise to abandon him at the pool but it was far from a dead issue. Another night, maybe even the next, would be a possibility with a little prepping of Dixil with the alcohol
Meanwhile Stew, whipped with want, had to finish the unfinished business begun several hours earlier. He had mulled over and over the incident of the salve that had maddened his cock. Even now he had a low grade itching torturing it to near constant hard. But the washcloth theory didn't make it, he'd decided; the little vixen had somehow managed to touch his prick with the same stuff she'd dabbed on her nipples herself. She admitted that She'd probably rigged the whole encounter.
He moved silently across the room and stood at the side of her bed. Breathtaking beauty was all there in her face, he thought staring down at the sheet covering the girl from the shoulders down. A little murmur sent a chill racing up his spine, but then he didn't care. Even if she should wake, he would see this through. Kitty turned her head and he urged himself still closer to the edge of the bed. Those lips that earlier had milked him all too briefly were parted, and by straining slightly he could almost nudge them with his prick.
She stirred again and her head moved providentially closer; her beautiful profile was turned slightly and the intruder was party to the sense-maddening sight: dark fringe of her hair, smoothly chiseled line of her face, shadowed eyes with long lashes clearly visible in the moonlight and then the classic Grecian beauty of her lovely throat. And above it jutting in formidable bludgeon horniness, was the grotesque white shaft of his outsized phallus. Less than an inch from her mouth.
Without warning her eyes opened and her tongue darted from pouting lips spearing directly against the swollen mushroom of his cock-crown.
"Daddy, thank you for bringing it back," she whispered at the shadowed silhouette standing above her bed. "Would you like me to kiss more of the burn away?"
"Please," he gagged, grabbing for the confidence he had built for this illicit mission.
For one or two seconds she licked the right-angled prick, her tongue probing saucily at the foreskin peeled partially back across the fat dark corona. "I love it that you have a covering foreskin. It's sensitive, isn't it?"
"Awwwgghh ..." No way to make a coherent answer for the man possessed and a hell of a time for her to play nurse.
"It'd really be nice if I could play with it while I kiss it all better," she said.
"Do!" Stew found his voice abruptly, urging forward to push the cap against her warm lips. "Do it as much as you want."
The fingers of her hands entwined as she clasped the phallic shaft, kicking to shed the sheet from hiding her nudity. Her eyes fixed unwaveringly on his as she jammed the cone to her mouth and she seemed like someone he had never known till this moment.
Completely caught in the web of his lust, Stewart Carr watched transfixed, feeling as though he were two persons, spectator and participant at the same instant.
Her tongue licked casually around the distended foreskin down now nearly all the way off the broad glans, almost to the wide ledge. A httle pressure from that flesh dart teasing along its sensitive thinness and the covering flap would pull over the cock-crown. The tip of her tongue somehow wormed under the thin sheath and deviled maddeningly, forcing a groan-from her victim.
Abruptly the tongue moved to center front and stabbed at the eyelet of his penis.
"All that love a man has comes squirting right through here," she murmured to no one in particular. Her lips puckered as if to kiss his cock, then opened to admit part of the cap. Warm, moist heavenly cave.
He urged himself forward and heard a fleshy suction as the totality of his swollen mushroom went from sight into her lips. Breathless, lest she spew his ecstasy-possessed organ from its oral trap, he gaped at the way her mouth took his prick. She was almost too small for his size and the snug fit had wrinkled the foreskin to the sides of her lips and the horny washboard-rippled shaft was a white spear driven into a silken heart-shaped mouth.
The worst happened. She jerked the cock into the open, sopping with its initial bathing, quivering and leaping with desire. "One question, Daddy," Her eyes fixed unblinkingly on his as she wig-waggled the stiff spike. "S'pose Mommy walked in here right this minute. She walks a lot at night, you know. Would you be ashamed ...? Tell me the truth."
"God, no, Kitty." Stew rose to the challenge and grabbed his daughter's hair at the nape of her neck, firmly but not painfully, the way Arnold used to. "I'd not be ashamed. I'd say, 'Darling, look at our daughter.' Now take it ... TAKE IT!" He dragged her head forward and demandingly impaled her through the lips with his rampant prick. "Suck me, my dear!"
A trickle of warm saliva drooled and her eyes danced expectantly as she felt the almost instant pulsations along the cock-shaft. Slowing the pace of the rhythmic fellatio, compressing more lightly as she finger-stroked in concert with her siphoning, she milked the act over five wild minutes at the borderline of orgasm, leading him to the edge of coming and then feeling his own effort to stave off the climax as he slowed her suck fever. His breath suddenly shortened and his frame stiffened to statue rigidity.
"Going ... oh, my God ... baby doll ... I'm going to...!"
Humping helplessly as his orgasm commandeered him totally, Stew felt the ejaculation storm into her mouth and made no effort to tear himself free. The instant she took the first semen spray, something triggered deep inside the girl; even in the midst of his own frenzied coming, he was entranced by the spectacle of her response. Kitty was in the grip of uncontrolled climax herself, hips writhing, pelvic muscles grinding her body upward as if she were meeting the man in intercourse. Long seconds after the last of his load shot against the roof of her mouth, she was still quivering in her own ecstasy.
Thirsty lips continued to milk his softening cock and he made no effort to break the spell that gripped the girl. Very gradually the spasms slowed and her body quieted, then the soaking, rubbery hose of his penis slid from her lips. Her words just before she took him had needled through his thoughts off and on during these minutes of fellatio. What if Dixil had walked in? He had sounded brave, but he would have had probably total cardiac arrest, he knew. Would he have dared go on?
He shifted to the edge of the bed and knew that with the least encouragement he would throw himself across that luscious daughter body and there would be nothing that could keep him from fully possessing this beautiful female. No matter if she was his daughter. That was long-gone forgotten now. Somehow, by some twisted logic, the fact that he had set the girl on fire for men-play made him the benefactor after her years of distorted training by that son-of-a-bitch who called himself a husband to her. Stewart Carr was her benefactor and what the rest of the tribe ruled about such things as daughter sucking Daddy didn't matter a damn to the possessed man.
"Go 'way." She was no longer looking at him and a chill needled his spine.
"You all right, Catherine?" The formality seemed to help dignify what had happened.
"Too all right! Go!"
He stumbled from the edge of the bed and cinched the belt on his robe, reaching for the right words. None would come. The request he'd heard only days earlier from his wife that he ought to give their daughter special attention had hardly meant this, but it hounded him as he headed for the master bedroom.
Stew shook his head in awe at just how natural all that had transpired had seemed to her and especially to him, once committed. He was sure Dixil would kill him if he had been caught as Kitty had taunted. And what of Kitty herself? He wondered as he tiptoed across to the huge bed and the unmoving figure of his wife-what of Kitty? Had he just set in motion destroying forces? "I'm too all right ..." she had mourned and that sounded like almost anything but good.
Easing carefully onto his bed, he slipped under the sheet and lay listening to Dixil's even breathing, certain that what had happened in Kitty's room had to be just the beginning. A fierce erection stiffened when his wife stirred toward the center of the bed and brushed his body. A fleeting vision sprayed across his thoughts of Kitty in bed with him and with Dixil and the three of them going crazy together.
Moments later he was plunged deeply into Dixil's vagina and her cunty muscles were flaccid and disinterested in his cock offering as he took her. The ultimate in frustration. He was absolutely certain that his wife never ever woke during their early morning hours lovemaking. Her responses were mere reflexes and while she seemed even awake at times near his crest, murmuring and panting and clearly achieving orgasm herself, her eyes were closed and her head lolled from side to side to the violence of his piston thrusts.
It had been that way for years, he thought, when he moved away from her frame and curled alone at the side of the bed, as close to the edge as he could get. Dixil drove him to quick crest with the maddening sensuality of her body and she could do it while soundly asleep. Now in the wake of their latest copulation, he remembered another-the eagerness and the want and the passion in Kitty's face as she pleaded for his cock. No boredom for that one! For all her youthful, sexual innocence, she was female on fire to make a man happy when she made love. Far better than someone he bored, whom he couldn't wake-who even for the past week had preferred to get stoned by midnight than face the fact of loving him.
He felt the distant needling prod to leave his bed and go back to the girl's room again. Dixil would never know and Kitty had had time since he left to think. Odds were almost certain she would be lying right now exactly as he left her, sprawled in all her intoxicating nudity, waiting for him to take her all the way to paradise on the end of his steaming cock.
He eased carefully from the bed and moved toward the door, not even glancing at Dixil as he passed the end of their bed, certain she was asleep. As he reached for the doorknob he gaped down the front of his naked body, so aroused he hadn't even covered his frame with a robe. The startling whiteness of the cock-barrel projected rigidly before him and the need to take it to Kitty was so overwhelming that covering himself was the last thing on his mind.
"Stewart?" Dixil's voice cut like a knife through his euphoric lust clouds. "You getting up?"
He stiffened, his back to the bed, hoping she hadn't seen his erection. "Just goin' for a nightcap," he muttered, hoping she would buy the lie that it was still nighttime. "Can't seem to get to sleep and it might help."
"Mmmmm ..." Her murmur was dream-soft and she was obviously drifting off, but the adventure was spoiled. All thoughts of a return to Kitty's room were gone. Much too dangerous. The instinct for survival in him was large and as the battle raged between common sense and desire for the girl down the hall the survival drive won hands down.
He had been right about Kitty. As he had passed by her closed door she had been lying spread-eagled on her bed, tasting the residue of her father's semen dried on her lower hp. Her body had quieted but not till she had fingered herself through climax, wishing it , were daytime again and she was back at Merriweather in her lab.
Henderson Windham had stopped by briefly the day before, narrowly missing an act he would never have tolerated, even by the liberal standards he'd granted for her research in male fertility. Dennis had just left the cot and put his cut-offs on and she was bra and panty-clad when the director came through the door, for the first time without a preliminary knock. The hastily pulled-on smock had been her signal to Dennis that his cleanup services or any other services would not be needed anymore that day and he had departed.
The conversation between grad school director and a slightly flustered student had been awkward. He had been embarrassed to invite himself back for a redo of that first day's encounter and another donation to her semen study, but Kitty had read him loud and clear. It was set then. He'd be slipping in about the end of his lunch hour, somewhere around one-thirty, if that was convenient. It was more than convenient. Kitty felt delicious vibrations toward Henderson Windham that she felt toward no other man. Not sexual alone, though they were powerfully there. But there was something so knowing in his eyes and something so respectful there, too. It was almost as if he were aware of the vast liberties she was taking with her brother, yet he didn't condemn it.
Kitty shook the notion aside. No way the school director could have an inkling. He hadn't seen her since his first visit. She closed her eyes and wished the taste of her father's bitter sweet semen would go away ... knowing she lied in the wish. It was the taste she loved most in life.