Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

We had reached the Simon place. I was burning up, dripping all over myself, shorts soggy, from the story. Daddy was fucking everyone except me, it seemed. Since we'd returned from the lake, he hadn't so much as allowed me a sniff of his cock. He was fucking Mummy three and four times a day, and, through most of the night, while I lay awake, panting, hoping he'd come to me, making the darn bedsprings squeak so loud that no one within a block of the place had to guess about what they were doing.

"I'd better go in," said Debbie.

"It's early." I showed her my wristwatch.

"I know. But Popsy'll be drunk as a skunk and unable to get a good hard-on, if I don't. See you."

I watched her enter the house, and, a moment later saw the light come on in her upstairs bedroom. I saw her silhouette on the shade. Then Popsy's. His hand moved over her tits, down her little round belly. Boy! I thought, starting for home, fucking Debbie Simon had it made!

The living room lights were out, and those in the kitchen, too. But Daddy's bedroom door was ajar, and the small lamp on the night table beside the huge bed was casting a faint yellow glow throughout the room. I opened my mouth, about to announce my early arrival, heard laughter. Abruptly I clamped my lips shut. Were they fucking again, I wondered. My heart raced. Quietly I closed the door and tiptoed across the dark living room, to the master bedroom door.

"Doesn't it ever get limp?" asked Mummy.

She was lying curled at the foot of the bed, head propped in one hand, wearing panties and bra, broad backside toward me. I could see the deep crack of her ass through the flimsy material. "You could teach Tom a thing or two, luv," she added in a throaty voice. "He was okay at first, but after a month or so it just hung there like a limp spaghetti after one screw."

"Tom always was a jackrabbit." Daddy moved one hand up and down his rigid shaft. He was lying propped naked on pillows, at the head of the bed, long muscled legs wide, hairy sacs lying flat on the white sheet, apparently cocksure about the attraction potential of the veiny pole Mummy eyed. "Even in school," he continued, stroking himself harder, "when me and Tom double-dated, I used to drop him off first, take my date home, then park and finish what he'd started. 'Member Evlyn?"

Mummy nodded. "The redhead."

"That's her. Redhead all over. She dated Tom for more than a year. But after the first few dates, after Tom took her home, she used to call with excuses to get me over there. Tom's a straight fuck man, and Evlyn was crazy for sucking. Suck! Suck! Suck! He used to neglect that sweet little mouth, and she used to get me over there and draw so hard I thought, Christ! My fucking cubes're coming through the head! Get your ass up here."

Mummy hesitated. Her soft buttocks tightened. I knew what she was thinking. Daddy had said she'd refused to give him a blowjob, and with all that hotsy talk about Tom, sucking and like that, she was apprehensive. I stood to one side, waiting, knowing they could see me if they looked, but knowing, too, any second now they'd be too busy to look. I was getting sort of kinky, I knew. But watching and listening really turned me on. It was as.if everything happening to Mummy was happening to me.

"Sex maniac." Mummy slithered up close on her quivery belly, legs slightly parted. She moved one long red fingernail up the underside of his hard cock.

"Christ!" Daddy's hand came down on the thin panties. Slowly, lovingly, he kneaded her heavy buttocks. The nylon pulled tight, digging into her crotch, into the valley between the halves of her trembling backside. The leg band rode high on one hip. A jiggly half moon appeared. It glowed. Whiter than the sheet.

"Should I take them off?" cooed Mummy.

"Let me."

"Hurry, Luv." Mummy shifted as his hands fumbled with the panties. She lifted her hips, turned sideways, bent her full creamy legs to kick the last veil away. She turned onto her belly once more. Her ass was blemishless. Tiny gold hairs winked from the crack. "Now the bra," she whispered.

Unable to bear the sweetness, the thought of Mummy getting all that delicious cock, but unable to look away either, I watched Daddy undo the snap, remove the straps from her shoulders, and kiss the strap marks. His lips moved down. My breath caught. I felt hot little kisses on my lower back as he kissed Mummy's hips, up thrust buttocks. His tongue shot out. I gasped as it went into the crack and licked down… coaxing her thighs wide… coaxing mine apart, too… licking farther and farther, to the Winking brown eye of her ass, to the slice up her pussy.

"I luv… ohhh! That!" moaned Mummy. "Your tongue… ummm! It's as long as your… ooohhhhhh! Cock! Don't stop, luv. I'm creaming already. I… Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!"

"Suck me off."

"I can't. I…"

"Try it." Daddy turned her over onto her back, thighs wide. He shifted onto his side, bringing his. adorable throbbing cock close to her face. The tip brushed her lips, jerked. "Christ sakes, Nan. Just the fuckin' head. The head won't hurt you."

Let me! I thought, watching Mummy stare dismally at the stiff joint in her hand. Daddy's tongue was moving rapidly along the tender inside of her thighs, in the blonde curly bush, lower. Her pink clit protruded. Her hips bucked. I was going out of my mind, yet still she hesitated.

Finally, apparently having decided that Mummy would never do it willingly, Daddy threw one long leg over her body, lifted his hips, and pointed the awesome red pulsing tip down. His nuts fell on her brow. Still licking her vulva, her asshole, the quivering inside of her thighs, he came down.

"Nooo!" Mummy wailed.

Too late! The head had penetrated her lips and was buried to the jacket of off-color skin marking Daddy's circumcision, in her beautiful mouth. She gagged. Twisted. Tried to lift him. But Daddy held her blonde head firmly wedged between his strong legs. Her struggles seemed only to heighten his pleasure, his desire, his resolve. He bore down. He licked faster, up and down the open wet lips of her cunt, deep in the crack of her trembling ass, everywhere. His lips pounded, cock forcing its way, drilling deeper and deeper into the hot well of her mouth.

I was transfixed. It was the wildest thing ever. I watched Daddy's long veiny dick drive deep, nailing her head to the pillows, making her suck. Mummy's mouth was being raped. Taken by brute force. Utterly violated. I felt the invading meat in my throat, too. The fiery glans. The pouting aperture breathing its thin lubricants… preparing the sheath for the blow off. Oh! How I wished I were Mummy and could once again taste the creamy cum. squeezing slowly up from Daddy's balls. I watched-rubbing my pussy and remembering the first hour of our three days alone in the woods, the first time he shafted my face, my tight asshole. I fingered my clit while Mummy, his dick stoking her face farther and farther, opened and moved her sopping wet cunt, and, despite her apparent revulsion, took the last pulsing inch.

"That's it, Nan," groaned Daddy. "Suck!"

I watched him thrust once more, mashing his nuts and coarse pubic hair in Mummy's flushed face. He drove the roots flush against her lips. My mouth filled with saliva. I could actually feel the huge glans at the back of my skull.

"Draw on it, baby. I'll make you like it even if I have to…"

My knees turned to mush as Daddy withdrew until only the fat head remained in, and with one mighty stroke planted it deep again. Mummy made loud choking noises. But Daddy wouldn't relent. Again he withdrew and again he planted his meat-harder, hips grinding it home.

Daddy held it deep for a moment. Then suddenly, in no more time than it takes to snap your fingers, he rolled over, taking Mummy with him. He locked his long powerful legs around her slim neck. "Suck it, Nan. Every hard mother fuckin inch!"