Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

We had completed our desktop escapade none too soon. For as I sat at my desk and hid the soggy panties in my purse, as Mr. Levine zipped his fly, the hall door flew open. In walked Vic. He grinned at me.

"Er-ah. Excuse me, please." Mr. Levine, using a sheaf of papers to hide the cum stains all over the front of his pants, hurried past Vic out of the classroom and down the hall to the men's room.

Vic eyed me. He walked casually around the desks, weaving in and out, tracing a design with his forefinger here, opening an inkwell there, until he stood over me. "I… ah… came back early," he announced. "I couldn't get you out of my head. What you… ah… said."

I stared at his pants. Today was some hotsy day, I thought. there I was, cunt still sopping wet from fucking, soft behind flattened on the wooden seat-a wreck, I supposed, hair mussed, dress wrinkled, sweaty-and another dick was popping its cork near my face. Did all fourteen-year-olds get as many opportunities to suck and screw and asshole fuck, I wondered. Even the ugly, flat-chested ones, and those like Debbie, who, only the week before, had sprouted the first curly black hair on her twat?

"I was thinking… ah." Vic cast a furtive glance at the cloakroom.

I felt like teasing. I ran one finger up the inside of his pants leg. My thumbnail grazed his hot crotch. His peg jumped. I turned sideways in the seat. The hemline of the micro barely reached the top of my thighs. Slowly I parted my knees and watched his eyes grow large. "I've got an itch there," I told him.

Vic gulped. "Manage! Jesu Cristo! Madonna Dio!"

I took hold of his ping-pong paddle hand and guided it up the inside of my thigh, to my pussy, while he continued to rattle off in singsong Italian. I had no idea what he was talking about, but it sounded very reverent. I had noticed that about men. The mere sniff of a cunt, a glimpse of an ass, a tittie, made them sort of religious. I was gathering notes in my head… for the book, I mean.

"We better… ah… go in the cloakroom." Vic's hand cupped my pussy. Squeezed.

Of course, I stood, excited and curious about the little thing in his pants, and let him lead me by the hand, around desks, to the back of the classroom. Was he circumcised, I wondered. Uncircumcised? Veiny? Smooth? I had been fucking around with man-meat, mature cock, and, although I'd felt a peg or two at the pool, and me and Debbie had peeked in the locker room, where the boys changed, I had never examined a young prick close up. Now I stepped into the dark cloakroom, Vic's hand exploring my ass, anticipating the taste, the feel, the smell, the exquisite sensation of pubic hair in my face.

Vic was very romantic. Once inside the cloakroom, out of sight of anyone who might walk into class, he took me in his arms and kissed me. His mouth was wide and full-lipped and moist and warm. I felt his arms tighten around my waist, the hard peg in his pants drilling. I moved impatiently. I was by now burning to go again.

Finally Vic broke the kiss. He smiled into my eyes. "Know why I came back early?"

"Uh-uh," I answered as innocently as possible.

"Feel" This time he guided my hand. "It's been… ah… stiff like that since yesterday."

"We should… ah… do something to make it all better then, huh?"

"Fuck?"

"Uh-uh. Suck!"

"Gee. You mean it?"

My hand closed tight around the bulge in his pants. I jerked. He bucked. My heart was again pounding, knees weak. I could imagine the adorable little peg in his pants gliding without the slightest hindrance into every hole I owned.

Vic pressed me back against the cloakroom wall. His wide hands sought my breasts. One slipped into the low-cut neck of my dress. "Jesu! No bra even," he croaked, nibbling my ear. He rolled my left nipple between thumb and forefinger until it stood tall and ached then said "Fish out my braciuola."

"Wha…?"

He pulled back and drove his cock at me. "Braciuola! My dick!"

I chewed my lower lip while fumbling with his fly. My hand trembled. The zipper came down. My hand dove inside the pants, inside the tight Jockey shorts, and flattened against his thick pubic hair. I inched down. My fingernails grazed the roots of his shaft.

"Manage… ah!" Vic lifted the hem of my micro, exposing the hairy black triangle at the top of my thighs. One finger screwed into my cunt. "Manage! Manage! It's all fuckin' wet," he announced.

"Ummm!" I extracted his cock, began to jerk him off. He had a fine circumcision. The shaft was smooth, not ridged or veiny like Daddy's, and it was almost pure white in the dim light. "Braciuola!" I murmured. "Bra-ci-u-o-la!" I almost giggled. Roget had nothing on my mental thesaurus for C-O-C-K.

Vic unbelted, unbuckled, and let the pants fall to the floor. His' dick stood at full length. He pushed my hand away, worked the shorts down his legs, and, moving in mincing steps, both garments at his ankles, came against me. "Let's… ah… Fuck some," he said, cupping the tender halves of my ass, pulling me close. "You can suck me off later, Kathie. Right now… ah… I just gotta have some of that soft fuckin' pussy of yours."

Boy! I thought… men were making me crazy for real! For weeks I'd tried to get someone, anyone, even a snake, to crawl up my twat. And now, when I wanted to feel a cock stoking my face, everyone wanted to fuck. It was almost exasperating!

"Jesu! It's going right the fuck in. All the way." Spreading the cheeks of my ass, Vie rutted. "Holy shit! Your pussy's like silk inside. Manoman!"

I kissed him. Reaching around his waist, I gripped his hard flat behind. I suddenly remembered Lois and Mr. George. Standing up. Fucking. I raised one knee, trying to encircle his waist. But it was no good that way. My cunt opened so wide, was so slippery, his small peg almost popped out. I closed my 'legs tight, leaned back, making him saw in and out, loving the feel of cock dragging across my clit, balls slapping my thighs. And the way Vie was humping! He felt all over my ass, fingers probing my shitter, in-out, big hands kneading my melons, lifting, making the cheeks fall and jiggle, fingering the crack, the dimple at top, then tracing the separation, down, down, down and up into my asshole once more. Was he cherry, I wondered. He showed lots of enthusiasm but little experience. Was I the very first girl to feel his hot little peg stoking toward orgasm? The idea was exciting. What material! I thought. What fantastic stuff for me and Debbie to gossip about before writing into our book!

Vic was nearing a nut. I could tell by the way his buttocks and belly tensed up. And now he grunted each time the dear little poker bored into me. I had to stop him. I was convinced he was indeed cherry, like me-only more so-and wanted more than anything-even more than I wanted Daddy right then-to have his first big load of cum blast off in my mouth.

Dragging my lips from his, I breathed, "Don't come in me. Please. Pleeze!"

"Jesu! I can't help it. I…" Vic strained.

"No!" I opened my thighs. His miniature pecker popped out of my sloppy cunt.

"Shit!"

"I might get pregnant."

"Shit!"

I slid down his legs, opening my knees as I went, until I was kneeling on the dusty cloakroom floor. I closed my fist on his cock. It jerked in my hand. I touched my lips to the tip and cooed, "It's much better this way."

"Okay then. Suck!"

"Like 'hisss…?" Already I had the round glans in my face. I drew it deeper, halfway. "Is 'hisss… wha' 'ou mean?"

"Suck it all the way."

"Like 'hisss… I" I drew the last of the shaft deep in my mouth. His pubic hair smelled of pussy. Was that me, I wondered, tasting the bitter sweet gooey stuff encircling the base of his dick like the tight band on a rubber. Loudly I sucked.

"Ah! Ahhh! AHHHHHHHHH!"Vic grabbed for my hair. He took hold. Yanking. Pulling it out by the roots, it seemed. "Motherfuck!" he grunted. "Don't stop. Keep it all in your mouth. Suck it goo… ah! Ahhh! Ahhhhhhhh. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"