Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

"Jesus, that's good."

I sucked for a moment, loving the taste of him, then took my lips away. "Let's undress. It's more fun that way."

Daddy's finger slid from my cunt. He pulled me close, held me tight, my titties boring into his broad chest. His lips covered mine. I felt his hands at the waistband of my panties. The nylon cackled electricity as he slipped the undergarment off my hips, my thighs. Had I been wrong about him wanting a blowjob, I wondered. Was he finally, actually, after all this time, going to fuck me?

I wanted to shout yes! Fuck away! I was goosebumpy all over.

Suddenly Daddy released me. "Get your ass out of that thing," he ordered, indicating my tight jersey top. He stood to remove his clothes while I shed the last of mine.

Naked, thighs wide, working my clit with thumb and forefinger, I watched Daddy step out of the shorts. Mummy sure was lucky, I thought, envisioning Popsy's stubby uncircumcised cock and tiny cubes. Daddy's hefty equipment was altogether more appealing. The streamlined tip made socking him off ten times more exciting. And those nuts! When I held them in the palm of my hand, felt the wrinkled but soft texture, the wiry hair, the weight, there was no one in the world I loved more than Daddy.

Stripped, dick straight out, Daddy came at me. He paused. He glanced from me to the front door. He strode across the living room, locked the door and drew the drapes over the big picture window, "Just in case," he said in answer to my quizzical stare. "All I need is someone walking in to catch you with ten hard inches of joint in your face."

I blinked. Ten inches? Lord! I hadn't realized.

Daddy returned to the sofa. "You want dick?"

"Yes!"

"How much?"

"All of it. Please!"

"You're some kid." Daddy sat and took me into his strong arms. He squeezed me. "That first day at the lake," he continued, fondling my breasts, pinching the nipples to peaks, "when I came back to the car and saw you, sweet tits sitting up like cherry-topped igloos, I was scared. You know how it is. You're brought up to believe the home's sacred-go fuck a skunk or a cockroach, but don't try plowin' your daughter or sister or Aunt Tessie."

"You don't have an Aunt Tessie," I teased, taking hold of his cock, and working my hand slowly up and down the shaft. A tiny bead of clear gel appeared at the mouth. I worked it over the head.

"Who the fuck needs an Aunt Tessie when I've got you? You've got the goddamndest hot little body. The goddamndest way of moving. I close my eyes and keep thinking it's you when I'm deep in your mother. I called her Kathie last night. She said, 'Huh?' I just kept plowing and thinking of you. She didn't catch on. She's good. But she's starting to stretch down there. Your pussy's tighter. Has to be." Lowering his face, he examined the space between my upper thighs. "See this?" He placed two long fingers on my crotch, on the island of flesh separating my cunt from my asshole. "Christ! I can't even flatten my fingers! Tight! The space never lies."

"Then fuck me, Daddy," I pleaded, vulva throbbing, spewing my juices on the slipcovers. "Stick your dick up there. Make me yell because it's so tight and you're so big. Do me like Debbie."

"I can't." Daddy sat back. He stared mournfully at me.

"Why not?"

"Cause my cock makes babies, too."

"You could wear something… a rubber?"

"I hate those fuckin' things. It's like jointing a hot water bottle. Besides… I don't want to be the one to take your cherry."

"That's stupid!" I yelped. "You took everything else!"

Daddy grinned. His stink-finger bored roughly into my love hole. It stopped at the humiliating, elastic like, vulgar barrier. "Get your mouth on my joint and stop fucking around," he demanded.

I sighed. I was beginning to suspect Daddy had a freaky thing for shoving his cock in beautiful faces. I didn't for a moment believe what he'd said about making babies and taking my cherry and like that. At the moment, though, I was so hot, so happy to get my hands on that incredible shaft, that if he had rammed it in my nose, fucking my sinuses, I wouldn't have uttered a peep.

"Ten inches," I breathed, awed anew.

"Waiting to be sucked."

I nibbled the tip. Wrapping both hands around the thick hairy base, I studied the long shaft. It was indeed veiny. The thin vessels pulsed blue beneath the loose outer skin, thicker, purple at the roots. The main artery along the bowed underside, from crotch to circumcision, was a fat garter snake. I flattened my tongue at its tail and licked up.

"Christ Jesus!"

I glanced up. I loved being able to create the pleasure-pain look both Daddy and Popsy got when I licked. I tongued the garter snake again. Daddy's hips bucked. The swollen glans probed my lips. Insistent. Pushing against my teeth. I opened my mouth slowly, pointed tongue flicking across the tiny aperture. It tasted of girl cum. Momentarily I wondered if he'd screwed Mummy after I left for school that morning. It was a good taste… blonde pussy and manmeat. I opened wider. The hot torpedo Inched m.

"Suck, Katty girl" Daddy drove his finger in and out of my cunt. Faster and faster as the head of his dick went into my face. He slouched lower. "Lay down and do it," he choked. "Lemme see your sweet ass. Up here. On the cushions."

Holding his dick firmly in my mouth, I scrambled up and lay full length on the sofa. I couldn't breathe. His cock seemed to fill my lungs, my breast. I formed a wide O with my lips and drew and drew… taking the last thick inch. I recalled the night I'd watched him force the fat monster into Mummy's beautiful face, how Mummy had gagged and tried to lift him off. I didn't know how she could help but love every fiery ounce. The glans, the summit of Daddy's tall spire, was buried deep in my throat, and still I wanted more. I palmed his balls. My finger crept through the puff of hair at his anus.

"Ahhh…!"

I worked my throat muscles on the head. "Lord! Lord! Do your thing, Kitty-Kat. Milk it dry."

I felt his hand on my ass, kneading first one tender half moon of flesh, then the other. His fingers slid down the crack. I opened my legs. My hips shot up to meet his boring stink-finger. I was remembering the bloated feeling of a shaft in my rectum. Noisily I sucked-dribbling spittle down the sides of his dick as I moved my mouth up, to the throbbing glans, then down. Up. Down. Up. Moving faster. Wanting him to shoot off. Hungry for cum. His thick finger twisted deep into my asshole. I closed my eyes. It was Vic's miniature peg in my ass… not Daddy's finger. Vie was there, inside my head, bending me over in the cloakroom at school… pounding his little wop priek up my burning backside. Did Italian cum have a special taste, I wondered. I sucked, imagining Vic's Gentle Ben stoking my rectum, while noisily sucking Daddy's Jolly Green Giant.

Daddy's hands came away from my ass and pressed down on my head. "Hold tight, honey. Keep it all the way in. I… um! Here it comes."

I squeezed his nuts. I felt the blast working up the shaft to the mouth of the pulsing thing in my throat. The head jumped. The first delicious hot spurt tore down my gullet. I moaned, sucking with all my might. Sucking from deep in my belly. Drawing spurt after spurt. Gulping as the volcano erupted again and again and again and again.

When it was over, when Daddy had withdrawn his lovely cock from my face, we lay side by side on the sofa, drinking deep lungfuls of air, kissing and touching. His pole lay limp on one muscular thigh. Lovingly I traced the softened monster. Even now, with the stiffness and thickness gone, it was magnificently long. I wanted it still.

"Is Mummy as good as me?" I asked, raising one knee, placing my thigh over his, pussy close to his momentarily placid member. "I mean… can she do you like me? As good in the mouth?"