Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

"Now," I told him, "I'm going to have your cherry, Tiger."

I stuffed his limp dick into my mouth and sucked till it sprang up hard and burning hot.

Uncle Roy's big tool had made me a bit picky, I'm afraid, and Brian's cock seemed awfully small in comparison. But he was only a boy, for God's sake, and his cock got so desperately hard. Hard is nearly as important as size. Ask any girl.

When his cock was poking out very stiff, I made him stand up so I could undress him. I punctuated the slow strip with little kisses here anti there on his body. Most of them went to his cock and balls, which seemed most deserving and needful of kisses. His scrotum, like his peter, was small, and it looked so young and tight and compact. I could nestle its little dangle inside my open mouth and Brian seemed to enjoy my sucking as much as I enjoyed the feel of his nuts on my tongue.

Brian was naked at last, and I stood up and back to view my handiwork and nature's. He had a trim body that just missed being skinny. Even when he grew up he'd be a slight, slim man, no muscle bound creep. Plenty of girls like the type, though, and his face was so pretty he had the makings of a heartbreaker in him. Breaking in Brian would be a nice memory for both of us. Maybe sometime in the future we might even fuck again and see how he'd profited by my instructions. If I had time.

"You're lovely," I said, making him blush. "Just like a young Apollo. Why don't you undress me now?"

He did, moving swiftly where I'd touched him in lingering fashion. He pulled down the elastic top of my blouse to bare the titties underneath, and when he got his mouth on them, I thought he'd never let up biting and kissing and sucking. His teeth gnawed on my nipples, which ached with pain but got stiffer than hell, too, and I didn't know if I should ask him to stop or beg him to continue.

Slobber and tooth marks were on my tits when he stopped his nursing and began to search for the button which held up my long skirt. It fell in an easy graceful motion, once he'd undone it, and Brian was staring directly into my pussy. He dropped to his knees and touched my cunt-mound with the fingers of one hand. Fingers curled in my thin beaver. He tugged, too hard, but I smiled through it all the same, and then he closed his palm over my snatch, squeezing my plumpness. While he experimented with this newfound toy, I drew the blouse over my head and dropped it to the floor. Now both of us were ready.

"Come on," I invited. "To the couch."

I stretched out, arms opened to receive him, and Brian slid close to me. His hot rod tingled on my belly and his hands and ups visited me all over.

He seemed anxious to get down to the fucking. His fingers poked around the lips of my cunt, the tips creeping inside, and I could tell that he wanted to put his prick in my hole right away, but I wanted to play first and I told him so. It was my game.

"Kiss me," I purred. "Feel me. Get me good and hot."

He sighed in resignation, but he did it all the same, and it was pleasant indeed to lie there hugging his slim body while we kissed and played. Our legs entwined and our crotches rubbed, and I was half afraid that he'd blow his cookies prematurely again, but he didn't seem as tense now as he was a little while ago. Maybe the two of us could turn him into a decent lover yet.

I guess I'm not much different from any other girl. It's fantastic to make it with an assured, confident stud of a guy who knows how to take charge, but that's only one kind of trip. No girl who's been around at all can resist the chance to be some shy male virgin's first piece. You become a combination of mother and whore and buddy, and the guy is usually so grateful its obscene.

Brian seemed to have taken permanent possession of my right tit. We made a good fit, though. His hand was small and boyish, while my boob was small and girlish, and the point of my stiff nipple burned his palm as he squeezed and cupped it. His wet mouth drank spit from mine, then returned it back, and we rolled on the couch, each of us taking a turn on top. Brian got his hand on my slit and rubbed it vigorously, as if he were a Boy Scout trying to kindle a fire. And when his finger slipped inside and located my clit, a little blaze did flare up in my tummy. My cunt was plenty wet and his cock was plenty hard, I thought, so maybe the time had come to try out his natural talent. I rolled atop him, my crotch melting into his, and I moved invitingly on his dick.

Brian's face went pale and he made a funny clucking sound. Oh, shit! I thought then. He's going to blow his cookies too soon again!

I rolled off him and grabbed his hard-on. I pinched it with the tips of my thumb and index finger, just below the cute red knob. He groaned and I pinched his cock-head again. But this time his groan, when it came, was one of relief, and I made one to match it.

All the same it was a warning signal. If I wanted to get fucked now, I'd better do it quickly, before one of us pulled too hard on his hair-trigger. I got up on him again, rising into position, then raised his cock, lined it up with my slit, and took it up me.

He got all excited when he felt his cock-tip grazing my beaver and gash, and he grabbed at my waist, trying to barrel up with all the energy he could muster.

"Slow down!" I barked like a drill sergeant, twisting his cock for emphasis. Brian whined but he also settled down. Of course he was excited. This would be his first piece. I couldn't blame him for his enthusiasm, but he had a lot to learn about style.

His cock slid up my greased cunt-hole very easily. Not too long ago I'd have been stuffed to overflowing by the presence of his cock, but Uncle Roy had really spoiled me. Brian's prick felt about as substantial as a two-finger diddle-job, and the wiggling of his boyish dick was more irritating than titillating. It wasn't his fault, I kept reminding myself as he jabbed and wriggled beneath me, bathing his rod in my cunt-juice. It wasn't his fault he was inexperienced and smallishly built, but if he'd just hold fucking still, perhaps I could make a halfway good lay out of him, I put my hands on his chest and started to ride. Since it was his first fuck, it should be a sweet, memorable experience, and I had the equipment and the talent to make it just that. I broke into a swaying rhythm atop him, pulling his dick from side to side as I shifted my hips. He smiled to feel the intriguing pressures my cunt worked on his cock, and his hands shot up to fondle my titties. The touch of his fingers now was almost serenely restrained. He massaged and stroked me, rather than pinching or tweaking, and I could feel my boobs beginning to swell and lift with pleasure.

I leaned forward so that the tips of my boobs hung like pink fruits before his mouth. Brian's tongue came out and touched each of them in turn, and then he started to use his teeth very gently, and last of all he sucked one nipple into his mouth for some extended attention.

He was like a hungry baby, switching from tit to tit, and if he minded that they were dry and milkless he didn't show it. I patted his head as he nursed me and I heard him warble through his suckling in reply.

I found, too, that if I leaned forward and moved my hips in a certain way, the barrel of his cock would scratch my clit as we screwed, and with each additional stroke of our fucking I began to feel warmer and friendlier between the legs. My cunt was getting juicy as he tickled it for me. Who knew – I might even come with the little bugger.

"Good boy," I told him in encouragement, feeling very mature and sophisticated at the moment. "Very good boy. A little harder, now. Mmmm, fight! Slow down now. Yes! You're doing just fine, Brian."

And he was doing better than fine. My cunt dripped its lubricating oil and even if he wasn't giving me the deepest screwing I'd ever had, he was doing all right. I petted his head and made him switch his lips to the other boob, and my hips swiveled atop him to an improvised melody.