Walter Ramsden - Doris and Dad

She glanced up at his somber face as he unbuttoned her dress down the front and then got her bra free, then scooped his hand in on her hard young titties.

When he didn't meet her gaze, she timidly parted her lips just enough to extend the tip of her tongue to get a little taste of his fragrant cock-head. "Uuuuuummm," she murmured, opening her mouth a little wider and pushing her tongue full against the succulent head of his prick.

"Yeah, hot little girl, go ahead and have yourself a suck," he said, his hands seemingly all over her body.

And she opened up and lapped in his mouth-filling cock-knob.

For a time she was fearful he would make her try to take all of his enormous cock in her mouth. But he seemed content for her to suck on whatever amount of prick was comfortable to her, so she sucked and gobbled on just the gigantic head as she languidly stroked the barrel, jacking him off.

Too, he seemed totally preoccupied with his own thing, finger-fucking her hot, snug cunny and playing with her firm little tits. She entertained a – thought of whether she would be able to have his big cock in between her legs and wondered whether she shouldn't concentrate on getting him to shoot his jizz in her mouth-and that would be it.

Time passed unobtrusively and she wondered if he would squirt his jizz. It seemed she had been sucking prick for a long, long time and still she felt none of the cum-tremors she always did in her dad's prick and her brother's. Maybe he wasn't able to make cum, she mused, feeling a flicker of regret, if he couldn't. She adored the sensation of those sharp spurts of jizz in her mouth. And the taste.

But why wasn't she having an orgasm? Usually, she had several adorable blasts by now. And he was fucking her wonderfully with his big finger.

Without forewarning of any kind, Doris began orgasming. Instead of screaming, she sobbed gratefully. Instantly, the big giant of a man picked her up, took away his cock from her mouth and brought her fanny down on it.

Holding her cradled by the butt in one hand, he positioned his long prick and slowly, gently brought her body down on it, impaling her convulsing, cumming cunny. She wept softly with ecstasy, a great lustful pleasure consuming her as his monstrous cock speared deep into her pussy.

She would reflect later how she had been able to take in his big fuck-prong so easily. It must have been because he had finger-fucked her into a climax, pulled out his finger and substituted his massive cock while her pussy was in the throes of climaxing.

For awhile, he held her at the waist and fucked her body up and down on his tremendous prick. At first, she could feel the grotesque knob scrape inside her, then there was a pleasant numbness and all she felt was the great girth and length gliding into her clutching cunny.

After her first shattering orgasm passed, he held her to his cock, turned and gently stretched out her frail body on the soft grass. He was like a mythical giant over her tiny body. His torso was so thick her legs seemed to creak as he spread them wide and began a steady plunging and pounding of his prick into her aching pussy!

The longer he fucked her, the higher her legs raised, until they were straight up, Veed out from her butt. She wept softly, not from pain, but from exquisite pleasure, feeling his long, thick, slick dick slipperying into her tight cunt-cranny.

Doris began to wonder if and when he was going to jizz her. She could cum about anytime. AH of her insides were really churning, even her rectum-which her daddy had threatened or promised to plunge it into, but hadn't. Not yet, any way.

"You gonna cum up in me?" Doris sobbed, tone wheedling, pleading.

"In good time," the giant huffed as he continued to labor his cock into her twat with long thrusts, driving it all the way with powerful hunches of his hips.

Curiously, Doris pushed a hand down to her belly and pushed in with her bunched fingers as hard as she could. Her tear-filled eyes widened. She was positive she could feel his cock fucking deep in her belly.

It seemed kind of strange, to be fucking and still have her dress on, even though it was wadded up around her waist and was unbuttoned all the way down the front and her bra was loose. And it seemed strange to have the man fucking her with his cock sticking through his pants instead of being naked, too.

She closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his mammoth cock plowing up into her body. It seemed he was fucking her an awfully long time without shooting off his jizz, she mused hazily. Was it possible he would keep on fucking her pussy all afternoon until it began to get dark without ever giving her the pleasure of having his big cock gun her full of enthralling cum?

What is he stretched her pussy so much with his so huge prick she wouldn't enjoy smaller pricks screwing her in the future? Was that truly possible?

Then she unmistakably felt an expanding all along his plunging, ravishing cock. Merciful heavens, Doris prayed silently, he was about to go off. Yes! His prick was thudding into her pussy faster and faster and was starting to twitch in her squirming channel. She was just about to get her cunt doused with delectable jizz!

He snorted and slammed his cock deep in and up between her trembling legs. At the same time, he hauled her frail body onto his spearing cock, nailing her cunt securely. The first gush of jizz hit her insides like a striking bolt of lightning.

Doris squalled into a violent, tumultuous orgasm and her feet kicked helplessly as her innards were completely flooded by his deluges of scalding cum.

Through the fingers pressing into her tummy she could actually feel his prick spasm out his lustful jizz that burned inside her tormented cunt.

"I guess I 'bout fucked you bow-legged," he said finally. And she was only dully aware of his leaving her, first wiping off his cock on her nice, new panties and putting them in her right hand.

She had a terrible time rehooking her bra and getting her dress buttoned and getting her panties back on. As she stumbled, as if drunk, back along the dim pathway, she reflected wistfully, "Oooooh, did he ever fuck me. Yes, he ever did fuck me."

And when she got back to the picnic proper she was astonished to see her so-recent cocksman up on the platform, two quarts of beer in his hands with a crowd around as he convulsed them with his wit.

"Did he fuck me? Or, did I dream it?" she fretted, covertly feeling up under her dress. "Yes, he really fucked me," she murmured as her fingers felt her soppy panties that were full of his thick jizz.

The single reason Vern Myles left the picnic was that he was piqued at his mother. He just couldn't understand why, after that one exciting occasion, she now treated him so coldly. And there she went, off into the heavy timber and bushes with Phil Hagerman. Phil had never told him anything, but his suspicions were accurate. He knew what his mother was going to do. And she was going to do it with Phil Hagerman. Why not with her own son?

Well, to heck with all of them and their picnic, he brooded as he trudged the three miles back to Shaffer. It was still early enough; maybe he could mow the motel lawn and help old Mrs. Patterson with some cleaning as he and the Ormand boys often did and make a dollar or so and he would go to the movie.

He smiled faintly as he thought of the old redheaded woman with ill-disguised streaks of grey and how he would approach her. She might advance him a dollar against the next time she needed help. She seemed to like him, always saying complimentary things and patting his shoulder and having him into her apartment in the back of the office for something cold to drink. Yet, she was a little weirdo for such an old woman, so anxious to please him and being so extra nice, insisting he sit beside her and patting his knee while he drank his lemonade or whatever.