Ron Taylor: Do me, Daddy!

I sucked his knob inside and began to chew gently on the velvety flesh. That made his prick swell up even stiffer, till it seemed to be overflowing the capacity of my mouth already. I fed a bit more meat into me, reaching to cup his balls, and I had no more attention to give anything else. All my existence was focused on the cock in my mouth and the creamy breakfast it would give me. Not too soon, I hoped though, because sucking his cock was a pleasure that should last and laasssttt…

He made one more effort to throw me off, but it was feeble at best. The gnawing of my teeth on the sensitive underside of his dick convinced him, if nothing else. I was there to stay. Uncle Roy still held me, but it was a possessive grip now. His hands seemed to drag me down upon him.

I should start every day just like this, I mused while gobbling his tasty rod. And I should finish every day just like this, too. My head dipped, more of his cock slid into me, and I was ready to suck his tool into my throat just like yesterday. That had been a trip, one I was happy to repeat. The angle wasn't good here, and when his knob neared my gullet I wondered if I could even do it now. But I could. I knew I could. I took a deep breath to fill my lungs, then relaxed every muscle in my throat. His cock seemed so much bigger today – could I?

Sure! I thought I could hear a squeak as he rammed into my throat but I took his prick there, where I wanted it, and I began to suck round the base of his peter.

But I could only keep his cock swallowed so long. In too disgustingly short a time I had to release it or choke on his meat, and his thick pole slid wetly towards the entrance of my mouth. Only long enough to let me catch my breath, though. My lungs filled up and my tits rose and puffed, and I was sucking his prick deeply once again. This time I could keep his tool in place a deliciously longer time, and my lips kissed the dangle of his balls while I sucked.

He wasn't doing badly either. He'd been a little reluctant to break his fast with my gash, but now he was scarfing my pussy the way a cat laps milk. His tongue flipped and flopped across my box, dipping inside my cunt-mouth to tickle me now and then, withdrawing to trace the line of the slice itself. Once he used his hands to spread the cheeks of my ass and I felt him touch my shitter with just the tip of his tongue. It was a quick touch, here and then gone, but it thrilled me in a weird way and I caught myself wondering – could I talk Uncle Roy into giving me his cock right up the ass? It would be a hellishly tight fit, of course, and I'd probably scream my head off, hut that was the only cherry I had to offer him and, if he wanted it, he could have it with all my love. I sucked harder on his rod to let him know how much I liked his ass-kissing, but he didn't keep it up. In a moment his tongue was once more sliding the length and breadth of my crease, poking inside with a twist just when I thought I couldn't stand another second of his teasing.

He found my clitty standing up stiff and tingly, and he worried it with his tongue like a dog worrying a bone. My head went numb when he did that to me, but there was a throb of excitement in my nipples that more than made up for it.

I wanted to be nice to Uncle Roy, since he was being so very nice to me. My hand took firm hold of his nuts and went tight while my lips adored the knob of his rod. The effect on him was interesting, to say the least. His crotch arched upward forcefully – I must have overdone my squeezing – and his dick rammed all the way into my mouth and throat, some of his hairs slipping into my nostrils where my face touched his groin. It tickled me, and made me feel like sneezing. God – if I sneezed with his dick in my mouth, I might bite it off! I fought the impulse, but it was no use. My nose twitched meaningfully, my chest heaved – I raised my head in desperation. He tried to follow me with the thrusts of his pecker, but I planted my hand on his belly and shoved down. Uncle Roy's dick slid from my mouth, bouncing wet and red in the light, and I sneezed my suppressed sneeze.

"Ah-ooohhhhoooooohhhh!"

The path of the sneeze was aimed directly at his prick. When I sprayed it with the air and moisture from my mouth and nose, Uncle Roy's rod wobbled and shook, bounced high into the space between us, and before I could do anything to stop him or could even stuff his tool back into my mouth, he began to squirt.

I'd never seen him orgasm before, remember. He'd come once in my mouth, once in my pussy, but never out in the open. I almost saw the first blast of his climax as it spurted from the tip of his red knob and splattered me on the upper lip. The big slimy drop hung there a second, then oozed downward. My tongue shot out to lick it up, the first fruits of our second day of sex, and I savored the unmatchable flavor of his jizz like a well-bred gourmet.

When I looked back at his cock, more cum was rolling from the piss-slit, big, creamy drops that looked like curdled milk. Some of it was already sliding down his shaft to waste itself in the curled hairs of his pubes. No! I thought angrily, and I stuffed his cock into my mouth.

My tongue glided up and down his quivering rod, and I sucked with my lips and cheeks. More of his cum poured out, filling my mouth, and my hand jiggled his balls to coax out still more spunk. I was hungry and empty.

My ass wiggled on his face, for I was delighted to see him shoot off so prettily. His tongue met my wriggling and it snaked round and round inside my cunt. I felt it flog my clit, felt his fingers enter my twat from the front while he sucked, and a delicious little come burst out of me. It was a wet, juicy orgasm that drenched his mouth and left my pussy quivering in joy. I sighed and purred as I sucked his cock to completion and licked away the extra jism.

Only when he was dried and cleaned and his rod soft once more did I raise my snatch from his face and reverse myself on the bed. I wanted to snuggle with him beneath the sheet, but he had other inclinations and he pushed me away angrily.

"You're something else, Jenni," he said, and I missed the bitterness in his voice. "What if your mother had come in? Do you know what it would have done to her?"

"Sure," I said smugly, ignoring his bitchiness. "She'd have seen that she had some damned good competition."

"No she doesn't," he replied. "I've known your mother for almost nineteen years, and I've been in love with her every day of that time. I didn't stop loving her just because she married your father. That's the reason I never married myself, you know. There was no other woman I wanted."

"Coulda fooled me," I said, putting on my robe. "You have a wicked tongue. And a nice prick."

"I respond to you the way any man would respond to any sexy young girl. You're a bad habit, Jenni, one that I've acquired by accident in the last few hours, one that I intend to break completely. The only thing we have in common is sex. Last night I asked your mother to marry me. She's going to give me her answer this morning. But if you can't get some sense into your head, I hope – God help me – she says no."

"Of course she'll say no," I volunteered. "Mom's as impulsive as I am. If she'd wanted to marry you, she'd have said so on the spot. She wouldn't make you wait a whole night to find out. You might as well settle for me. I am better than she is, aren't I? In bed, I mean?"

He didn't answer, and it was clear that he wasn't going to answer. I went downstairs to eat a lingering breakfast.

He and Mom didn't come down till a little after nine, but they were arm-in-arm. She was smiling broadly and he looked green in the face. I didn't like it one bit.

"Jenni," Mom said, leaning against him, "we think you should be the first to know…" but I already knew. "Roy and I are going to be married. Very soon. What do you think of that?"