Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

We rushed into the store, made the purchase, and stepped out into the first hint of dusk. I was lightheaded. For I knew, although I still couldn't actually believe it, that Daddy, wonderful Daddy, with his long insatiable cock, was going to abandon the guilt, untie the knots in his head, completely forget I was his KittyKat-Kathie, and make wild, passionate, insane groovy love to me.

"It's simple," said Debbie as we waited for the bus. I had told her about Mr. George, about what he'd said about her, and about all the trouble I'd been having lately with Daddy. "Mr. George was like that, too," she continued. "He didn't want me to suck him off at first. "You're too fucking young!" he said. "Dickheads! A baby!" Ha! I told him a thing or two! What it was is he had the same kooky incest thing… like your daddy, I mean. They're all like that at first. Know what Mr. George said when I asked him to take it out?"

"Uh-uh."

Debbie giggled. "Well, there I was-all bent over the fender with my behind on his cock. And wow! Did he ever have a monster! It was halfway up my belly even with clothes on. Holy wow… did he ever want to fuck! But when I told him it was okay, that I wanted him to, he said, 'Shit! I'm old enough to be your father!' See?" She brushed a lock of hair from her brow. Wide-eyed, she grinned at me.

Fucking Debbie seemed to know everything! I thought. And all fucking grown-ups were dopey! I made a mental note for the book: ALL GROWN-UPS ARE DOPEY!

"How'd you make Popsy do you?" I asked, compiling ammunition to go with the negligee.

"Oh, that was easy," bragged Debbie. "I wouldn't suck him off… for two whole days! Then, last night, I got him all dopey with talk about screwing Mother. Wow! You should've heard! I never even knew they fucked. Mother was always telling me cover this, cover that! And all the time she was fucking Popsy in the bathtub, on the floor-all over the place. So when I got Popsy talking about it, with a two day hard-on and all, he forgot all about suck ing. Honest, Katty-he was like a caveman. Brutal! Yummy! You should've seen. He half carried, half dragged me upstairs, threw me down on the floor, and in three seconds flat, if that long, had his cock out of his pants and under my skirt and into my twat. Wow!" Again she giggled. She thrust her hips… as if she and Popsy were doing it right there at the bus stop. "He was so kinky about it," she added, "he kept calling me Mother's name all the time we were screwing."

I saw the bus in the distance. Lovingly I clutched the box containing the black negligee. I was all fluttery inside. "Just think," I told Debbie. "If Daddy bangs me tonight, and if Mummy doesn't come home, and if nothing else happens to fuck it all up again, you and me and Popsy and Daddy-all four together-can take turns sleeping over and really have fun."

"Super wow!" agreed Debbie.

The last breath of daylight was waning when I said good night to Debbie, and, nipples erect with longing, cunt wet with anticipation, entered the house. Inside, too, it was near dark. I recalled the night I came home to find Daddy and Mummy sprawled on the bed in the master bedroom, and stood at the door watching them do their thing. My pulse quickened. For now just as on the night Mummy had her lovely face raped-the bedside lamp in Daddy's room, a faint, diffused glow, was the only sign of life in the quiet house.

I started for the master bedroom, stopped. I thought for a moment. The package containing the negligee seemed suddenly heavy. Abruptly I crossed the living room and tiptoed down the hall to my own room.

I undressed slowly, the headboard lamp at my back, pausing before the dresser mirror to admire my firm young body as each garment fell. I fondled my breasts. I looked over my shoulder to see myself in panties, then without, tightening my buttocks, watching them jiggle, standing with legs wide apart. Daddy adored my plump ass. Of course, he liked other things, too -my pert breasts, which had' grown half an inch since the day at the lake, and the sweet little triangle of kinky black curls atop and between my full, anxious white thighs. But my ass, the tender half moons of flesh even I adored, naked or clothed, held the power of making his dick rise faster and harder than anything I knew.

Shivering, I perfumed my body with cologne I'd snitched from Mummy because it was Daddy's favorite. I massaged it into my tits, over my lower belly, and, most especially, in the tight curls of my pussy. I rubbed some in the crack of my ass and almost giggled. It tickled… until a drop slid down to my shitter and made me jump around, trying not to yell.

"Just for you, Daddy," I whispered while unwrapping the package containing the black negligee. I held it up to the lamplight. It was perfect; see-through without the jacket like second piece, but tantalizingly "almost transparent" with the sleazy over piece on. I closed my eyes, held it to my cheek. I could imagine Daddy's reaction when, smelling like fresh-cut roses, I glided into his bedroom.

Moments later, I stood at the open door. Daddy appeared to be sleeping. He lay flat on the bed, long, powerful legs crossed at the ankle, forearm resting on his brow. I drew breath through my teeth. The lips of my pussy grew tight. I could see his magnificent cockhead -pink, already hard-at the leg band of the shorts.

"Daddy?"

He stirred, but his eyes remained closed. Was he dreaming of me, I wondered. Did he, at that very moment, inside his head, have that lovely hard cock in my belly? Dizzy, the pneumatic thing in my chest pumping a frenzied love chant, I moved to the foot of the bed. My cheeks burned. Goosebumps popped out on my flesh. Now I could see his nuts, pubic hair, and thought sure I was going to faint before he touched me.

Daddy coughed, uncrossed and recrossed his legs, and dropped the forearm from his brow. His eyes fluttered open. Uncertainly, as if trying to figure out who I was, he blinked. His gaze darted from the high closed neck of the negligee, to the points of my tits, to where the over piece hung open at the top of my thighs. Through the black gauze, he could see the blacker wedge of my pussy, I knew. And how he stared I He seemed to be eating me, tonguing my sopping wet love hole, frantically sucking my cunt, with his dark eyes.

"Like it?" Holding the over piece away from my body, as if I were a butterfly coming out of a silken cocoon, I spun around and around and stopped, within reach, at the side of the bed.

"It's… ahhh… it's…"

"Sexy?" I prompted, preening.

"Sexy!"

Ecstatic, I moved closer to the bed. "I bought it especially for you. See this?" I toyed with the ribbon holding the neck of the over piece closed. "All you do is pull this, and…"

Daddy growled. His huge hand closed on my wrist. Roughly he yanked me down across his hard body. His lips covered mine in a brutal kiss. His tongue forced its way into my mouth and his hand sought a way into the lower part of the negligee.

It was heavenly. I heard the new negligee rip, but didn't much care. I didn't much care about anything except the rough hand cupping my pussy… rubbing… fingers seeking my love hole. I made it easy by throwing one leg over his thighs… spreading wide… taking his anxious fingers into my cunt. I groped at the fly of the shorts, found his stiff cock. He gasped as my small fist closed tightly around it.

Finally Daddy broke the kiss. Staring deep into my smiling eyes, handsome face flushed, fingers motionless in my pussy, he said, "I've been crazy, Kitty-Kat. You, me, the things we've done-Christ! What… what's wrong with me, anyway?"

My heart leaped into my throat "Oh, Daddy… you're not starting that dopey incest stuff again, are you?"

"Incest? Incest? Take this fuckin' thing off!" Daddy tore at the black over piece, shredded it. Next he tore the panty-like bottom off. His strong hands gripped my buttocks, crushed my lower body to his. "I must be nuts!" he roared.