Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

"But did you fuck Debbie?" I persisted, darting my little pink tongue at his anus and moving my hands along with his up and down, up and down, up and down the length of his cock. Now there remained only a hint of slack in the loose outer skin and the shaft was beginning to throb, and I knew-could see it, feel it-the incredible thing would soon be standing full tilt, and ready to stroke itself to another hot blast.

"Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! Fuck 'er! That's what I wanted to do!" groaned Mr. George. "That little ass… hairless pussy. I never screwed a hairless pussy before. But when I got her to the garage… got my hand in her jeans and one finger high in her twat… dickheads! She begged me. She pleaded. 'Let me suck it,' she said. 'I'll do a good job. You won't be sorry.' I said okay so she'd let me undress 'er. I kissed that pink hairless pussy… tight little white ass. She took out my prick. She jerked it awhile, then let it ride-the shaft parting 'er pussy-between those slim thighs. She even let me put the tip in 'er cunt. But when I grabbed that plump ass, baby ass, she fucking stopped me. "You promised," she hollered. "You promised! You promised!' So I let 'er go down on me… on 'er knees… in the filthy garage. She gobbled it right down… my dick… all of it… the whole fucking thing stuck in 'er babydoll face. Mother!" He withdrew the hand on his cock, gripped my hair. "All the mother fucking way in 'er head!" he yelled, steering my mouth to the glans and humping the lengthy monster into my face.

Holding his nuts in the hot palm of my hand, I drew the tip deep… to the dangling bell of my tonsils. Momentarily my throat muscles contracted. I gagged. I felt as if I were going to puke. But I held tight to his cubes, closed my eyes, and moved my head to and fro-stretching my mouth, getting used to it.

"That's a good little girl," sighed Mr. George. "Yeah. Oh, yeah. Dickheads, that's a sweet little blowjob."

Now the shaft was good and wet with my saliva. It slid smoothly in and out. I withdrew to the glans and paused to sample the flavor. Every cock, it seemed, had its own distinct taste. I shot my face down the pole, sniffed. The smell was the same; sweat, asshole, and talc. I rubbed my nose in his cock hair and worked my reluctant throat muscles on the fat pulsing glans.

"Oh, yeah. She was a good little blowjob at fist", said Mr. George, again speaking of Debbie. Like you. Like… oh, yeah. Yeah! She sucked It all the way in. She drew on the head. Mother! Mother, that's good now Suck it. Suck!"

I sucked. I scrambled between his spread legs and lay flat on my belly and pulled the magnificent thing into the mouth of my gullet. With my stink-finger, I shafted his asshole while he shafted my face. I kneaded his balls. I beat my small tongue on the ridged underside of his cock. And I made loud sucking noises as he gripped my head in both hands, lifted his hips, and fucked my mouth as if it were a tight pussy.

Between groans and panting, Mr. George continued to talk about Debbie. How she'd sucked him off swell the first time, then, when she came back for.more, how she'd bitten the head of his dick while he was coming. She'd left teeth marks, he said. "Crazy little cocksucker clamped down and wouldn't let go. Put me out… ahhh! Put me out of commission a week Couldn't fuck… couldn't… dickheads! Ah! Ahhhhhhhhh! I… I… I'm commiiiiiiiing again."

Boy! I thought as the sap shot off in my mouth. Was he ever coming! Wow!

"Suck, little girl. Mother fucking dickheads m heaven… suck the last drop!"

Geysers of creamy semen blasted off in my face. I gulped It down… pulling for more. It was the most marvelous cum… a bit more salty than Daddy's, a bit less so than Tom's and by far more delicious, more creamy, more appealing than Popsy's. I sucked and sucked. I squeezed the roots, his cubes. I gurgled and blew on the head from deep in my throat.

Mr. George" became so excited, so fucking hot, thrashed about so wildly on the black leather divan that his rod popped from my face and the last of his orgasm spurted off my chin.

"Darn!" I squawked. Recapturing the elusive poker, I again stuck the tip in my mouth and drew deeply on the aperture. Another drop seeped out. I rolled it around on my tongue. The cum on my chin, like thick egg white, hung there for a moment, then dripped down and onto his nuts lying on the black leather I hastily retrieved it with a finger, abandoned his cock, and licked the last of his love proclamation up with my tongue.

"That… that wasn't half bad," conceded Mr. George.

"Well, thanks!" I yanked on his joint.

"Fresh little cocksucker, ain't you? Come up here."

I allowed him to pull me up his hard, hairy body. Taking firm hold of the halves of my ass, he kissed my wet lips. This time his dick hadn't gone down. It stood between my spread thighs, swaying some, gently butting my twat.

We kissed and sucked each other's tongue. We petted-enjoying the aftermath of orgasm. I closed my legs tight on his meat, rolling the fiery shaft between the flesh of my soft inner thighs. I was still hot… unsatisfied and ready to go again. There was another hole to be tested… a tight velvet brown one. And I was determined to have Mr. George ream it out with the formidable thing that had warmed my round little belly first from below, then above.

Tearing my lips away, I whispered, "Fuck my ass."

Mr. George groaned. His long dick grew extra rigid between my closed thighs. "You're some fucking little girl," he said, spreading the cheeks of my ass with rough fingers. "First the best fuck in years, then a blowjob… how'd you know I like asshole?"

"Do you?" I pulled my knees up to his waist.

"Better believe it!"

"Fuck it out then," I told him.

"Christ!"

"Fuck it! Put your hard cock up there." Reaching back, I placed the fat glans to the target.

"Ahhh!" Mr. George's hips bucked.

"Hurry! Hurt me like you did before when we fucked. Do it hard as you can."

"Hard?"

"Yes! Fuck it into me!"

Taking firm hold of my hips, Mr. George lunged

"OW! H-harder!"

Again he lunged… driving the head up to the collar into my rectum. There he paused for a moment, drinking deep draughts of breath. Shimmying his hips, he moved back until he was half sitting at the upright curve at the head of the long divan. "Hold tight, little girl," he breathed hoarsely, and shafted the monster halfway up my down turned ass.

I cried out. Again, as when he fucked me against the den wall, I was certain I was being torn apart down there I wiggled. I strained. But the steely thing would go no farther, it seemed

"Dickheads! Your cunt was a tunnel compared to this hot little slit. It… it won't go!"

I sobbed and tried to draw the torpedo-shaped head from within. Another fraction plowed home. I felt it throbbing, growing even larger inside me. Frantically I worked my sphincter muscles. I slid up and tried with all my might to grind my snug asshole down the length of his shaft. "Do something," I wailed.

"Wait a minute." With my asshole halfway impaled, Mr. George threw his long legs over the side of the divan. Holding me in his lap, he turned and set me down on my back on the cool leather. "Keep your knees up," he told me. "Far as you can… and open as if you were sitting down taking a shit."

Unable to think of anything except getting his hot cock up my shitter, I did like he said. It began to grind in… roughly… tearing my tender insides, it seemed. I lay helpless, unable to move in the awkward, bent-double position, a gasp stuck in my tortured lungs.

"That's it, sweetheart. It… it's going."

"Ow! Owwwwwwwwwwwwwww!"

"Just… another… few inches. Almost… got the whole… thing in. Open up, hot little girl. Make… that sweet asshole work. Pull! Pull it in while I hump."