Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

His prick wiggled as she embedded the tip, and then she wiggled as she sank down to engulf his tool. Roy pronged her full and deep that first stroke and her head went back as she gave a moaning keen of triumph. She rested her ass on his crotch, swaying where she towered above him, and I knew just how she must be feeling right now. Her cunt was full of a marvelous cock and her heart was beating two miles a minute.

Roy held her by the hips and began to fuck his way in and out of her pussy Mom's long hair flipped and flopped as she rode him, and I heard her laugh again and again when he prodded her deeply. God, my own cunt was itching so fiercely I wanted to scream! I took careful hold of my hem and lifted it without wrinkling the dress. My fingers pushed aside the crotchstrip of my panties and touched the lips of my cunt.

They were dripping wet and seemed to suck my fingers in without a second thought. I felt knuckles bumping my clit and I choked back a gasp of pleasure. My eyes were nearly blind from squinting, but I kept them glued on the two of them screwing.

"Remember," Mom panted, "remember the first time…"

"How could I forget?" Roy wondered, spearing her with a wickedly twisting upward stroke. I thought she was going to fly into the air, right off his lancing prick.

"We were so young," Mom mused as she humped on him. "And now we're so much older."

"I don't feel old," Roy protested, "and you're no hag Carrie. My God, your pussy's nearly as tight as…" and his voice dropped away abruptly. Had he been on the verge of saying "Your pussy's nearly as tight as Jenni?" Why else would he have cut himself off in mid-sentence? So he remembered how nice and snug my cunt could house his cock. Good. He'd have better cause to remember, and before too much longer.

My eyes were glued to that crack in the door. I had only a hair of space to look through, but it was aimed directly at the bed and I could see each lunging upward stroke of Roy's dick, each plummeting downward of Mom's ass to swallow it up. And I had to confess, she had a nice, sexy way of fucking a man. Maybe I'd inherited it from her. But I knew I was a better lay. I had to be. I was younger, fresher, and don't all the sex researchers say that, the earlier a girl gets broken in, the wilder she tends to be? And who could be wilder than Jenni?

Uncle Roy seemed to be pretty damned satisfied with what he was getting from Mom, though. I heard him moan in pleasure as he screwed her. He was acting like a man who hadn't had a piece of ass in years. Did she have that effect on him? And what had he said about the first time? Did that mean Uncle Roy had gotten Mom's cherry? No matter. Even if he had it was ancient history. Now was all that counted.

But now wasn't a lot of fun for me. Oh, sure, my fingers were dredging honey out of my cunt and making my clit buzz like a bee, but it couldn't satisfy me, not when I could look through the crack in the door and see Mom getting it from a fantastic big cock. And all I had were my slim girlish fingers.

"Fuck me, Roy," Mom was calling out in a soft voice that hovered on the brink of tears. "Fuck me for yourself and for me and for Jenni and for all those years we wasted being apart – God! Give it to meeee!!"

I didn't have to see her face to know that she was erupting into a climax.

When it hit her, she wailed and cried and thrashed her hands in the air. She threw her upper body forward to lie upon him and she kissed him as if she meant to suck out his tongue. Roy's hands encircled her, embracing her tightly, and his crotch continued to belt up against hers fiercely, his cock swishing in her hairy slice.

I heard Mom sobbing, saw the shuddering convulsions of her body, and it did something to me. For the first time I realized how much alike we were, Mom and I. Just because she was pushing forty didn't mean that she wasn't entitled to her fair share of fucking. She loved it so much. But I needed mine, too, and the hell of it was that both of us craved one special cock, the one Uncle Roy carried between his legs.

Well, I wanted him as much as she did, and if he couldn't take care of the pair of us, I didn't plan to be the girl who got left out. Once the honeymoon was over and we were all settled into a new home, I'd just tell him so. He'd fucked me and sucked me and he couldn't simply drop me flat because he'd married my mother in the meantime.

Roy's nuts wobbled and he pounded up into her cunt hard, hard, hard! I could hear him grunting as he shot out round after round of jism into her snatch, and my fingers stabbed angrily at my own cunt then while I pretended I was the one getting his load.

My breath left me and I reeled in the hallway, my fingers jerking inside my convulsing pussy. I was sopping wet between the legs, I could scarcely see, and I almost fell against the door to their room. That might have been interesting, but it would have been dangerous as hell. I caught my balance just in time, straightened up, and managed to stagger down the hall to my room, walking on silent cat feet. My bed looked so inviting I just collapsed onto it, my hand still wedged inside my gash, and I finger-fucked myself to another orgasm, biting my lips to keep from screaming with joy when I came.

Yes, I thought, withdrawing my cunt-juiced fingers and sniffing them. Yes indeed. Seeing Uncle Roy sock it to Mom had only made me want him for my own that much more. And have him I would. No matter what it cost, no matter how long it took.

I nicked out a peasant blouse with an elastic neckline, and a long green skirt. Heels made me a little taller than Brian, so I left my feet bare to keep him at ease.

He rang the doorbell at seven-thirty on the dot and I went to let him in. He was dressed casually, too, a screen-print T-shirt and jeans, and he had a look of innocent lust on his face when he saw me.

I took him by the hand and led him into the parlor for a drink, which seemed to give him courage, for after a minute or two he kissed me in a sloppy though promising manner.

His tongue sloshed across my face and rimmed my lips and finally dared to penetrate my mouth. I sucked it so voraciously it must have scared the shit out of him. He got all stiff-jointed where our bodies were touching and his arms felt as if they'd turned to clay.

"What's wrong?" I teased. "Are you scared of me?"

"Who's scared?" he asked bravely.

I put my hand on the front of his pants and felt his hard-on. It had sprung up unbidden while we were kissing, and it was rocky hard to the touch.

"Let's see what you have," I suggested.

He didn't have any objections, so I unzipped him and tugged out his hard-on.

Like I'd figured earlier today, his cock was a bit small. No more than five inches, I estimated while stroking his rod, and not especially thick either. Maybe it'd grow. After all, he wasn't fifteen yet, so there was plenty of time for expanding his assets. But his prick was throbbingly hard and I suspected that his stubby little tool could fuck up a storm if it got half a chance.

Trouble was, he was so young and obviously inexperienced. He groaned when I began to play with his rod, and before I'd really gotten a good feel of his dick, it had gasped and creamed its goo all over nay fingers.

"You've never screwed a girl before, have you?" I challenged. "And you're so excited you don't know how to control yourself. Isn't that it?"

He nodded. I patted his knee.

"Then let Cousin-by-marriage Jenni show you what to do, love."

I didn't wait for him to answer. I bent my head into his lap. First I licked the cum he'd spilled on my fingers, then I drank up the jizz he'd dripped on the front of his jeans, and at last I washed and rinsed the head of his little rod itself.

Brian's cum had a fresh, milky taste that was like no other sperm I'd ever sampled, and the smile I gave him when I finished licking was certainly no pretense.