Chapter 4
"Jesus!" I said. "Will you pull your dress down?"
It was a hot day and my car wasn't air-conditioned. Sitting next to me, Judy had hiked her dress up a bit and the breeze had blown it further until it was high on her thighs.
She grinned impishly. "Why? Do my legs bother you?"
"Yeah, they sure do. Your legs-and other "I'm wearing a bra, so at least you shouldn't have any problem there."
"Honey, a bra keeps you from bouncing. That's all it does-it can't begin to hide what you've got."
"I'm wearing panties too. See?"
She suddenly hoisted her dress even higher to show me her panties. I managed not to stare too much, trying to keep an eye on the road at the same time. Just then a truck pulled up alongside of us on her side of the car. From his height up in the cab, the driver could look down into the car and he whistled appreciatively when he saw Judy holding her dress up high.
"Nice legs, girlie!" he yelled. "Why don't you ditch that jerk you're with and ride with me instead?"
"Smart ass!" I muttered.
I tramped on the gas and pulled ahead of the truck. But in doing it, I cut off a red station wagon and the driver had to swing sharply to the right. Then someone else had to slam on his brakes to keep from hitting the station wagon. Behind me was a confused squealing of tires and honking of horns.
I turned to Judy. "See what happens when you go showing off your legs and your panties? You damn near caused an accident. Now pull your dress down, for Christ's sake, and keep the goodies hidden until we're home in the bedroom."
She stuck her tongue out at me and pulled her dress down. She didn't pull it very far but at least it covered her panties. I figured that was as much as she was going to cooperate. We rode for a few minutes before she spoke again.
"Marty?"
"Yeah?"
"Why didn't you want me to read the letter back there in the lawyer's office?"
"I didn't think that was the place for it. I mean, the letter is sealed, it's addressed to you and it wasn't to be opened until after Russ's death. So whatever's in the letter, it must be something he intended just for you. If he'd wanted everybody to know what it said, he'd have put it in his will-or at least he wouldn't have sealed the letter and addressed it only to you. So I didn't think you should open it until you were alone."
She considered it. "I guess that makes sense. Maybe I should open the letter now. No, I guess I'll wait until we get home and we can really sit down and study it."
After a minute I said, "I was surprised to learn that Russ wasn't really your uncle. Did you know it all along?"
"Oh, yes. I just a little kid when my parents died. He was such a good friend of my parents that I was already calling him Uncle Russ, and I didn't have anywhere else to go so he and his wife took me in with them."
She'd held up very well all through the funeral and everything. Only twice had she broken down and it was obvious she'd been very fond of Russ even though he wasn't really her uncle.
"I'm sure going to miss him," she murmured.
Then we rode the rest of the way in silence.
When we got home I headed straight to the bedroom to change my clothes. It was too hot for all the clothes I'd worn to the lawyer's office and I wanted to get into something cooler.
And Judy was right there in the bedroom with me, taking off her dress. That's the way it was with us now. After I'd screwed her that first time, she'd moved right into my room with me. Since she seemed to take it for granted that sex was going to be a regular thing between us now, her argument was that it would save a lot of trips back and forth between the two bedrooms if we were both in the same room. And I guess she was right. The way things had gone every night since then, we had sure as hell saved a lot of steps from one bedroom to the other.
I hung my pants in the closet and looked around, trying to think of something comfortable to put on. Judy was in her bra and panties. I studied her nearly nude body for a long minute, then decided I'd better call a halt to that because it could only lead to one thing. I found an old pair of loose floppy shorts and figured they'd be as cool as anything, so I slipped them on.
When I turned around again, Judy was lying naked on the bed. She lay on her stomach, her chin propped on her hands, looking at the letter from Russ. Her lovely big breasts dangled enticingly and her cute little ass stuck up in the air.
I groaned inwardly. "Aren't you going to put any clothes on at all?"
"It's too hot. Besides, you said I didn't have to hide anything once we were home in the bedroom." Then she grinned. "Does it still bother you when I'm naked?"
"Of course it bothers me. What do you think?"
"Well, you'll just have to suffer for a while. You can't screw me now-I want to read Uncle Russ's letter. Come on, let's see what it says."
She seemed to assume I was going to read it with her so I lay beside her on the bed. She opened the letter and we read it together.
My dearest Judy:
It's a corny way to start a letter, but by the time you get to read this I'll be dead. Not that I have any immediate plans for dying, but it's bound to happen someday. And when it does happen, there's something very important you must be told about. It's something that concerns you alone, and that's why I'm taking this method of telling you about it.
Perhaps I should start by explaining that my wife and I had planned on legally adopting you. We loved you as we would a daughter of our own, so adoption seemed like a reasonable step. But somehow, with all the pressing details of a very busy life, I never managed to get around to it. I suppose it would still be possible even now, yet I hesitate at this point because you might find it embarrassing at your present age to be adopted by an old man.
All of which brings me to my present dilemma. In revising my will, I would like to leave everything to you. But that poses a problem. I have a nephew, the son of my dead brother. And while I have no great love for my nephew, still the memory of my dear brother makes me feel guilty at the thought of not providing for his only son. Furthermore, I have a fear of what might conceivably happen if I named you as my sole beneficiary. Perhaps Ernie, my nephew, could take some kind of legal action. I realize I've been somewhat eccentric in recent years and maybe, by claiming I was of unsound mind, Ernie could break my will and get everything for himself. I don't know whether that could happen or not, but the possibility bothers me.
I have therefore worked out a plan that seems more satisfactory. Under the terms of my will, most of what I have will go to Ernie. You will receive my summer bungalow and its contents. I know how much you love the bungalow, so it's quite important to me that this goes to you.
But I want to do more than that for you, my dear, and that's the point of this unusual letter. I'm taking this means of letting you know that I'm leaving a very special gift for you. I will not mention here what it is or where it is, just in case this letter should fall into the wrong hands. Naturally, I don't expect that you can locate this gift without a certain amount of information to work with, and I'll give you that information in the form of some clues. I'm doing it that way because I don't think certain other parties are clever enough to figure it out, even if the wrong person should see this letter. But you're smart enough and resourceful enough, my dear, that I'm sure you can decipher the clues.
I realize, of course, that in trying to track down these clues you're going to be at a disadvantage as a girl, and I must warn you that you will need a man's help. As beautiful as you are, I'm sure you have many male admirers. Choose a man you trust. If, by some chance, there is no one you wish to take into your confidence, I would suggest that you contact my old friend, Marty Nolan. He is admirably suited for the job and you can rely on him completely.
Now here are the clues you will need:
Tinted Pachyderm
Zymm
1814 Baker Central
Good luck, my dear, and God bless you.
Uncle Russ
Judy sighed a little sadly. "He was so sweet!"
"He was also a little nuts, if you ask me."
"How can you say a thing like that? You can see in the letter how highly he thought of you."
I grunted. "Maybe. But I think the whole thing is crazy. How in hell did he expect you to find this gift of his?"
"From the clues. That's what he said."
"Clues? You call those clues? They sound like gibberish. I don't even know what the damn clues mean, for Christ's sake!"
She looked at the letter again. "Well, the first one doesn't seem too hard. Tinted pachyderm. A pachyderm is an elephant, so this has something to do with an elephant."
"Not necessarily. The word pachyderm actually means a large thick-skinned hoofed animal. It's commonly used to refer to an elephant, but it can also mean a rhinoceros or a hippopotamus."
"Really?"
"Really."
She thought about it and then giggled. "Maybe he wants us to go to the zoo."
"And do what-dig through piles of elephant shit? If you want my opinion, I think good old Uncle Russ has given you one hell of a headache."
"But he meant well."
I didn't bother answering. Judy had rolled on her side and was facing me. I forgot about Uncle Russ and his goddamn clues as I stared at her gorgeous breasts. They moved very slightly as she breathed, the lush mounds lifting and falling. Her skin was creamy white and beneath it I could see the faint blue veins. Her soft pink nipples pointed straight at me.
I cupped one full tit in my hand, hefting its weight. Then I stroked its velvet smoothness.
"Marty?"
"Yeah?"
"You'll help me, won't you?"
"Okay. Lie on your back and spread your legs."
"Not that, silly. I mean, you'll help me with the clues, won't you?"
Help her? Hell, the way-she'd moved in with me, I was probably going to wind up marrying her. Which wasn't a half bad idea, especially since I thought I was falling in love with her.
So I was probably stuck with helping her on this wild goose chase that Russ had dreamed up. The whole thing seemed crazy and I wondered if Russ had gotten a little kinky since his wife died. But it was obviously very important to Judy that she I figure this thing out, and that didn't leave me much choice.
I sighed. "Yeah, I'll help you."
"Good. And now that that's settled-"
She pulled down the zipper on my shorts and slipped her hand inside to seize my cock. For a minute she let her fingers play lightly around the head, then she began to gently stroke up and down the entire length of my prick.
"Jesus!" I said. "How do you expect me to think when you're doing that?"
She giggled. "You don't think with your cock, do you?"
"I don't think at all when a girl is playing with it. It's too distracting."
"If you can feel my breast, I can feel your prick."
I took my hand away from her tit. "Okay, then we'll both quit."
She grinned. "I don't want to."
I pulled her hand out of my shorts, pulled up my zipper and held it in my hand so she couldn't open it again.
"You're mean," she pouted.
"I'm trying to figure out those stupid clues in your letter."
Had Russ really gotten kinky or were the clues actually supposed to mean something intelligent? They sure didn't seem to make much sense. The first one apparently referred to some kind of an animal. But what animal? And what did an animal have to do with anything? Maybe, as Judy had suggested, it was some kind of a hint that we should go to the zoo. But that was kind of crazy. The zoo was a damned big place. You could walk around there for a week and what were you going to look for anyway?
I suddenly jumped as I felt Judy's hand on my cock again. How the hell had she gotten at it while I was holding my zipper closed? I lifted my head off the bed and saw her grinning at me. I also saw what she'd done. Those floppy old shorts of mine were pretty baggy and she'd discovered there was plenty of room for her to slide her hand up inside the leg.
"Surprise!" she cried. "You wouldn't let me in your zipper, so I found another way."
Her soft warm fingers crawled up and down on my prick with a tantalizing touch.
"Damn it, cut it out!"
It was a bit of a struggle because she didn't want to let go, but I managed to get her hand out of there. Then I held the leg of my shorts tightly closed with one hand while keeping the other hand on my zipper.
"Now let me think about those damn clues," I said. "I'm probably on the verge of a breakthrough and you'd better not interrupt me again."
Breakthrough? That was being overly optimistic, to say the least. I didn't even have a glimmer as to what the first clue meant. But if I thought the first one was bad, there was still the second one waiting for me. Zymm. What kind of a word was that, for Christ's sake? It sounded like something from a native dialect in the heart of Africa.
Africa? Elephants lived in Africa. Maybe there was a connection there. No, that was too farfetched. Russ couldn't have been that kinky that he'd be trying to pack us off on a safari in deepest Africa. Besides the third clue was in English, not in a native dialect. 1814 Baker Central. Of course, that might as well have been in some native dialect, for all the sense it made.
Gentle fingers clutched my cock and I jumped again.
Now what? I looked and groaned. Judy had slipped her hand up the other leg of my shorts.
"God Almighty!" I sighed.
She grinned again. "You have a problem, darling. There are three ways I can get at your prick-through the legs of your shorts and through your fly. But you only have two hands. So how are you going to keep me out of all three places?"
"I'll show you how."
I grabbed her and we wrestled back and forth on the bed for a couple of minutes. Finally I got both arms around her and held her tight against me.
"There," I said. "Mow let's see you get at my cock."
She didn't answer, but just kept grinning. And then I realized there was one thing I'd overlooked in getting her into this position. I was wearing only my loose shorts and she was completely naked, and the way I was holding her, her big breasts were squashed on my bare chest. In spite of my tight grip she managed to squirm a little bit, grinding her tits harder against me. Her nipples prodded at my chest.
And she did something else, too. She couldn't get her hands free, but she was able to move one of her legs and she rubbed it on my crotch.
I moaned. "Jesus-have a heart, Judy!"
"It's fun teasing you."
"I'll never figure out those goddamn clues if you keep-"
"You'll figure them out. I have complete confidence in you. Uncle Russ said you're admirably suited for what he had in mind. Remember?"
"Yeah, but he didn't know you were going to be so hot for my prick and I'd have to spend all my time fighting you off."
"I'll make you a deal."
I eyed her suspiciously. "Like what?"
"You take off your shorts and-"
"You think I'm crazy? Once you get my cock in the open, you'll never let me think."
"Yes-, I will. Take your shorts off so I can see it. Just let me look at it while you're thinking, and I promise I won't play with it at all."
I frowned skeptically. It was doubtful as hell that she'd be satisfied with just looking at my prick and she'd be after it again soon enough. But she was after it anyway, so it was worth a try. I took off my shorts.
Judy stared. "It's getting stiff."
"No wonder, the way you've been playing with it."
"Mmm, it's just beautiful!"
But she didn't make any move to touch it and I lay back and closed my eyes and tried to read Russ's mind. Judy had given me a new train of thought, one I'd overlooked before. Russ had said I was admirably suited for the job. What did that mean? Apparently, in his mind, it meant I was good at some particular thing or had some special qualification that would help us solve these riddles he'd given us.
So what was I good at? That was a good question in itself. But there had to be something I was good at.
Well, I was a writer, so I was good with words. Big deal. So I knew a pachyderm didn't necessarily have to be an elephant. But I didn't know a goddamn thing about a word like zymm.
What the hell was I good at anyway? Not much, apparently.
Words.
And girls.
Yeah, girls. Russ knew I liked to get laid. He was in the bar with me that time when I picked up the brunette with the dress cut so low her tits were practically hanging out, and he knew I took her home with me for the weekend. Then there'd been the two of us with the redhead. Jesus, she'd been a hot little cunt-a real nympho. Russ and I had taken her to my house. He got me to call up his wife and tell her he was drunk, had passed out and was spending the night with me. Yeah, he spent the night with me, all right. But he sure as hell hadn't passed cut. He'd fucked that redhead almost as often as I had.
So Russ knew I was always on the lookout for a piece of ass. But how did that make me admirably suited for tracking down the thing he'd left for Judy? Shit, that line of reasoning wasn't getting me anywhere.
I went back to the clues again.
Obviously, the-thing to do was break them down and concentrate on one at a time. Okay, tinted pachyderm. What about it?
Suppose it had to do with some kind of animal. I And since most people used the word pachyderm to refer to an elephant, let's assume that's what it meant here,
Now what about the goddam elephant?
It was tinted. Did that mean colored? Hell, how many colors could an elephant be? Brown, gray, white, black. Sure. Or maybe red, blue, green, pink, lavender-
Pink.
The Pink Elephant.
Jesus Christ, Russ had made sense with his first clue!
I opened my mouth to let out a whoop of excitement at the precise instant that Judy's hand closed around my cock.
I looked at her accusingly. "You were going to leave my prick alone if I took my shorts off."
"I said I wouldn't play with it. I'm not. I'm just holding it in my hand."
"That's the same as playing with it."
"No, it's not. And besides, I couldn't help it. It was starting to shrink and I want to get it big again."
She began stroking my cock with that gentle teasing touch of hers that almost drove me crazy. Then she added something extra. While she kept stroking with one hand, she used the fingers of her other hand to play around the head. It seemed no time at all before she had my prick standing up stiff and hard.
"Marty?" Her tone sounded apologetic. "You won't laugh at me if I ask you something, will you?"
"Of course not."
"Well, you know I haven't had too much experience at sex yet. But I understand-well-sometimes a girl takes a man's cock in her mouth and sucks it. Is that right?"
"Uh-yeah."
"Does a man like that?"
"Oh, hell, yes."
"What's it taste like?"
"I wouldn't know. Mine isn't that long that I can get it in my mouth."
She giggled. "Is it all right if I put it in my mouth?"
"Well-if you want to-yeah."
She lowered her head until her face was only inches from my prick. For a long moment she stared at it intently, as if she was trying to figure out just what it might do to her. Then she dropped her head lower and slipped the head of my cock between her lips. She didn't take it very far in. In fact, she didn't do much of anything, but just held my prick part way in her mouth as if she wasn't sure what she was supposed to do next.
Then she pulled it out and looked at me. "I'm sorry to be so stupid, but what would you like me to do? I mean, what gives you the most pleasure?"
"Well, use your tongue first. Try licking it a little."
"Like this?"
She poked her tongue out and let it crawl aimlessly around on my cock.
"Lick around the end."
She shifted her position a little and moved her tongue to the head of my prick. Soon she was licking and bathing all around that sensitive area.
I squirmed. "Oh, Jesus! Yeah-that's right. Now lick the rest."
Her tongue slithered up and down on my cock. I guess she figured out from my reactions that the underside was a special sensitive part because she seemed to concentrate on that, and she was cooking up a storm as she licked with a light gentle touch.
"Vary the pressure," I told her. "Lick it harder sometimes."
She caught on pretty quickly. Her tongue crawled all over my prick, licking now with a soft flicking motion, then changing to a harder touch she applied with the flat of her tongue. From the tip to the hairy base, my cock glistened with her saliva.
I groaned. "Oh, God! Now I think you'd better take it in your mouth and suck it."
She opened her lips, wider than the last time because now she had my prick stiffened up to its full size. Then she slid it into her mouth again.
"Take it in further," I said. "Yean-like that. Now clamp your lips on it and ride your head up and down."
I groaned again as she started sucking. Now she wasn't asking for any instructions, and some instinct seemed to take over as she bobbed her head up and down. Maybe, instinctively, all girls are born cocksuckers. No, that's not true. I've known some who were lousy at it and a blowjob from them was hardly worth the time. But then there were girls like Judy who only needed a few pointers on how to go about it, and once they got started it seemed to come naturally to them.
At least it appeared that way with Judy and you'd hardly guess this was the first time she had sucked a prick. She knew instinctively to ride her head up and down in long sweeping strokes and a couple of times she took my cock so deep in her mouth I felt the head hit the back of her throat. And without my telling her, she kept her tongue working as her head rose and fell, and I was being licked and sucked at the same time.
It was only for so long that I could stand the kind of treatment she was giving me and I knew the end wasn't going to be too far away.
I pulled my prick out of her mouth. "Jesus, that's enough! Lie down and let me finish in your cunt."
"Is that the way you do it with other girls?"
"Well-sometimes."
"And other times you shoot your come in their mouths?"
"Uh-yeah."
"Do you like it that way? I mean, does it feel good to have a girl keep sucking your cock until you come in her mouth?"
"Well-sure, it feels good."
"Then that's the way we'll do it."
She slipped my prick between her lips and started sucking it again. But after a moment she stopped and looked up at me with another question.
"What do I do with it when you come in my mouth? What do the other girls do?"
"Well, usually they swallow it."
"Oh." She seemed surprised by that. She considered it briefly, and then shrugged. "Okay, I'll swallow it."
Again she plunged my cock into, her mouth and sucked it hard. Occasionally she paused to lick and nibble around the sensitive tip, but then she went back to her steady rhythm and her head rode up and down in long sweeping strokes. Her soft lips clung tightly to my rigid prick and I saw the hollow spots that appeared in her cheeks with the hard suction she applied. I was rapidly approaching the peak and, as if some instinct told her that, her head bobbed up and down even faster and she sucked still harder.
And suddenly I was there. I tried to hold back to prolong the exquisite sensations caused by her tongue and her lips, but it was no use. My cock jerked wildly and my come shot into her mouth. The violence of it seemed to catch her off guard as the first jet must have spurted deep into her throat. She choked momentarily. But she was a born cocksucker. She recovered immediately, hardly even breaking her rhythm, and her head continued riding up and down. Still my prick jerked and poured its come into her mouth and still she sucked, as if she was determined to draw every drop of fluid out of me. And while she sucked, she swallowed. Again and again. Until she'd taken all I had to give her and had swallowed every bit of it.
When my cock stopped jerking she finally took it out of her mouth. Then she licked a last sticky drop of come from the tip and grinned as she looked up at me.
"You know," she said, "I wish I'd learned to do that sooner. It's real exciting with your prick between my lips and your come spurting in my mouth. I'm going to suck your cock a lot from now on."
"Any time, sweetheart."
"Did I do it right?"
"Yeah-and how!"
"But was I as good as all those other girls you've had? I want to be the best, so I'll have you all to myself."
I squeezed her firm breast. "Honey, you're the greatest."