Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

"Dickheads, that's good," proclaimed Mr. George, He bit into the side of my neck, pushed me back hard against the den wall, and ground cock hair into my gaping vulva.

"Do it!" I cried. "Hard! Real hard!" My hips moved convulsively. I raised my legs higher on his thick waist. I wanted him to thrust. Now that the awesome thing was buried deep in my pussy, fat balls resting on my down-tilted ass, I felt silly about having blubbered a moment before. I contracted my soft inner cunt muscles to tell him so.

"Tight! So fucking t-i-g-h-t!" With his stinkfinger, Mr. George reamed my asshole. He backed off half a foot, plowed. "Ahhhhhhhhh! Little girl… so fuckin'… ohhh! Sweet! Hot snug little girl pussy."

"Fuck it! Harder!" I wrapped my arms tight around his neck and rested my spinning head on his warm shoulder. I felt his magnificent dick slide out until only the head was wedged between my wet cunt lips… hesitate… then ride swiftly back into my upper belly. "Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

"You ain't felt nothin' yet. Now we fuck!"

His hot lips sought mine. I opened my mouth to his tongue. The claws on my ass lifted until my pussy lay pressed to his belly button and two-thirds of his prick was poised below the glans m my love hole. He let me drop-rammmg up as I slid down the pole.

I gurgled into his mouth. Gasping, Technicolor pinwheels spinning inside my head, ears ringing, I dug my finger nails deep into the flesh of his back. I sobbed and moaned and twisted and squirmed as his rigid meat blazed even higher than before.

Mr. George broke the kiss. "Sweet Jesus dickheads. I… I'm coming already." Oh, yes. It… it's too tight. I… I can't hold off."

"Don t hold off. Please. Shoot up me" I worked the lips of my cunt, my bloated vagina, my belly, on the joint stoking faster and faster… In, out, In.

"Little gir…"

"Ohhh wwwwwwwww!"

"Lit-tle girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrll"

It was spectacular. His cock blasted off with the force of a cannon shooting a hot miniball into my gash. He backed off and rammed the roots up my pussy, blasting again. Crushing me back against the wall, he ground the terrible thing higher and spurted semen until it dripped out and down from my twat to form a puddle of gooey love at his feet on the floor.

"Best fuck ever," gasped Mr. George.

"Don't stop," I pleaded, caught in the throes of endless orgasm. I kissed him again. I worked my feathery cunt muscles. I unwound one arm from his neck, reached down, and rubbed the wiry cock hair mashed to my round belly.

We fucked slowly for awhile. Then, gripping the halves of my ass as if he were palming two basketballs, Mr. George duck-walked us back to the divan. His dick had begun to lose some of its fullness, and, as he sat, me in his lap, still wrapped like a monkey around him, the long snake slipped from my wet twat and layover my thigh.

"Oh, no! It… it's going limp!" I wrapped my small hand around it, and jerked. I guided the tip to my pussy, rubbed it around in the hair, in my slit, on my soldier. I hefted and kneaded his cubes-all to no avail. His magnificent dick became a forlorn, rubbery blackjack, and lay, him. grinning, still squeezing my backside, draped over my thigh.

"Boy! Lookit the dumb thing!" I pouted cutely.

"Give it a minute. It'll grow." Mr. George unwound my legs from his waist, set my ass on the cold leather, and lay back His body glistened with sweat. Salty rivulets streamed through his chest hair to his belly, his cock He propped his head on one hand, watched me toy with his meat.

"Want something?"

"Wish I had a cigarette. Nothing like something to draw on after a fuck"

I giggled. I stretched his limp cock "You can draw on me," I cooed, cupping and offering one breast. "A filter tip. Want some?"

"You always this hot?"

"You always this short winded?" I countered.

He grunted, reached for my tit, and rolled the hard little pink peak between thumb and forefinger. "C'mon up here, little girl. Lemme suck on that grape for a while. My dick's temperamental. Give it some inspiration and it'll stand up and bark for you."

I fell with my tit in his face. While he sucked, I jerked. We petted. We kissed He fingered my asshole. I fingered his. His cock grew… but not fast enough to suit me. "Darn!" I blurted after several minutes of fucking around. "Can't you make it come up any faster than that?"

"That's what little girls're for."

I glanced down his body. Now his dick was half hard, trying to stand but bent in the middle like a fire hose with low water pressure. My lips felt dry. My throat filled with saliva. I had a sudden, tongue-tingling urge, almost a mania, to suck the pink Spalding head into my mouth.

Mr. George must have recognized the hotsy look in my eye. He grunted. Taking his joint from my hand, he shook it, and said, "Okay. Go down and suck if you want to But don't fucking bite! The last blowjob I had… the little cocksucker across the street-"

"D-Debbie Simon?" I squeaked.

"That's the one. The one with the button tits, sweet ass… maybe three hairs on her pussy. Sharp teeth. Sucked me off twice. Goddam near severed my prick the last time."

Wow! I thought. Fucking Debbie Simon sure got around! I was beginning to wonder about her. First she'd screwed Daddy without telling me, and now.

"She came over one day about a year ago," said Mr. George. "Blue jeans stuck up her ass… halter. Didn't think much of it at first. Too young! I thought. A cute nosy kid… nothing to do… maybe flirting a little or just trying to be neighborly. What a joke that was! Dickheads is what she had inside that cure head! But I never suspected, never thought. I said hello and let her hand me the tools while I changed the plugs in the car. I hardly saw her… never even looked at her that way 'til I came out from under the hood and there she was-tiny feet off the ground, bent over the fender, tight crack and cheeks tooted up and grinning at me." He closed his eyes, pushed my head down his hard sweaty body.

Wrapping both small hands around the hairy base of his cock, I hastily mouthed the half hard head. He jumped. I let my lips slip off… tonguing the tiny aperture. The entire thing was coated with cum and juice from my love hole. I washed it in sections, beginning at the tip, working down one veiny side, across the roots, and up the other side, to the head. Close up, even half hard, it was more ferocious than Daddy's cock with a stiff hard-on.

"I kept telling myself she's too young, too small," Mr. George went on. "But she just lay there on the damn fender… tiny legs parted… flexing that ass up at me. "What's this for?' she asked, pointing to the damn carburetor. I came up behind her, leaned with her under the hood, and actually tried to explain while she giggled and shifted her butt right up to my cock. "What's this for? What's that?' she kept asking-me getting stiff. Dickhead! By the time she'd asked about everything under the hood, her legs were wide apart… wide fucking open! Hot fucking crotch and sweet crack pressing hard on my dick! Fucking smiling! By then we both knew what the cute little cocksucker was after!" Wrapping one huge hand around the head of his cock, he began to whack himself off-each downward stroke stopping short of my hands.

"Did you fuck her?" I breathed wetly on his nuts. "That… that's good what you're doing. Kkeep it up. My cock's getting hard again."

I tried to draw his hairy balls into my mouth. They were too big. Mouth wide, I held my wet lips against them and batted my tongue on the sensitive, pink and wrinkled and sweaty underside.

"Dickheads!"Mr. George raised his knees and planted his feet wide apart on the divan. "Sweet cocksucking little girl!" he blurted, whacking off still. "That's great! Top shelf! Keep it up! Wash my stinking fucking asshole out, too!"