Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

I did her one better. Instead of my fingers, I scraped her naked slit with the tip of my tongue. Kendy has a very small, very snug pussy. They say that a girl's mouth is an unmistakable indicator of her cunt-size. I don't know if that's true. I have a wide mouth but a tight hole. Kendy's mouth is as tiny as her snatch, though, red and bow-shaped, and it always surprised the shit out of me that she could open it wide enough to let out some of those ear-splitting wails she gives at orgasm.

The holler she made when I tongued her pussy wasn't as loud as usual, but I was just beginning. She was already wet between the cunt-lips when I got there, but she got even wetter as I started to eat her gash in earnest.

My tongue splashed in and out, ringing the tender, puffy flanges of her cunt-mouth, buzzing her clit, spearing now and ten as deeply as I could into the hole itself.

Kendy couldn't sit up for long. Before I knew it, she was lying back on the bed, her legs curled around my neck, one of her hands clawing the bedspread, the other alternately petting and pulling my hair. She got vicious as she got hotter, and some of the yanks at my hair actually brought tears to my eyes. Or was it the rough treatment she was giving me? Mightn't it really be the emotion of being with her once again?

Now don't get me wrong! I'm no lesbian, and I didn't think Kendy was either, much as she acted like one at times. But she meant something special to me, and I was certain that she liked me just as much. So it was important now that I do the best possible job on her, that I leave her on the bed too satisfied to move.

My little finger tickled her on the asshole and she wiggled where she lay, her pussy slopping itself back and forth across my face so that I didn't have to work, merely to stick out my tongue and let it scrape her cunt as she moved. Kendy had always been sensitive around the asshole. Hmmmm.

I sucked my middle finger till it glistened wet, and then dropped a bubble of spit on the puckered pink of her bung, working it into her skin with my nose. She wailed and squirmed as I did it, and I'm surprised that Roy didn't hear us and come to investigate. Of course, the records were still playing, so I guess they drowned out most of Kendy's cries.

When her shitter was moist, I prodded it with my spit-soaked middle finger. She grunted and groaned as I pushed at her asshole, and I saw her tummy heave. She was helping! With a careful twisting poke I got my finger into her butt and corkscrewed it to let her know I'd arrived. Kendy's legs twisted and turned and one of her heels thumped hard on my back. I took that for a green light and began to fuck her asshole with my finger.

She loved it. She squeaked and squealed and I saw the droplets of juice forming on the bare lips of her cunt. With my tongue I licked them away, but plenty more flowed to take their place and delight my taste buds. Kendy's cunt-cream had a spring time flavor, and every time I licked her snatch, I felt as if I were walking and loving in a green country field.

With my finger buried in her asshole, pumping back and forth, I began to slurp full lime at her juicy hole. It felt so weird to have my cheeks rubbing on her bare cunt-flesh. I missed her pussy hair at first, but the more I rubbed and licked and tongued, the more I knew what she meant about its effect on sensitivity. Kendy was having one little orgasm after another, her tits heaving as she came and came and came again. They were small comes, true, but the cumulative effect was remarkable. Her voice got hoarse as she begged me to keep on sucking her snatch, and her fingers throbbed as they touched my face.

It was having its effect on me, too. My cunt was hot as a pistol and with my free hand I reached down to stroke it. The first touch almost made me jump right up from the floor. My clit was stiff and sorr already and even the touch of my fingers on the fuzz-covered outer labes was unbearable. Oh, God, I thought. Maybe I really should become a lesbian. It seems so much more exciting, so much easier…

And Kendy's hole was enough to addict any girl. As she kept on coming, again and again in little bursts of pussy-twitches that vibrated on my lancing tongue, she eluded the most delicious pussy-cream, wet and tangy and soul-stirring. I puddled in it and hoarded the flavor in my mouth lest I ever forget it.

My finger was still poking her in the asshole, diving as deeply as it could go, and the steady pressure seemed to make her convulse orgasmically. I pulled it out suddenly, without warning, and there was a sound like the popping of a champagne bottle cork, along with the faintest whiff of shit smell. My finger wasn't brown, so I wondered if she might have faded. If she hadn't, it was about the only thing she wasn't doing. Kendy was sobbing and bucking and her legs were holding my face tight against her pussy.

Suddenly the feminine smell of her was so intense I just couldn't breathe any longer. I had to fight myself free of her cunt and let her go. But I'd gotten her good, and she should have no complaints.

She didn't have any. As I climbed onto my shaky feet, she lay twitching on the bed still, rolling from side to side, grabbing and squeezing at her titties. Her hair was a mess, silky strands of red fallen over her face and into her open mouth, and she looked like a well-fucked whore on a bed of sin.

By the time I changed the records on the stereo, she had come most of the way down. She sat up all trembly and excited, combing her hair with her hands, her body glowing a satisfied pink.

"Nice way to say hello," she laughed.

We sat and cuddled and talked awhile. Maybe she could talk her mother into letting her go to public school here this fall, with me. That would be super! Otherwise, we'd only see one another when she was home on vacation, which meant a long time between drinks.

I didn't like her seeming preoccupation with Roy. She'd meet him just briefly, but she wanted to know all about him.

"I thought you were a dyke," I chided, fingering her snatch till she pushed my hand away.

"Don't! My cunt is fucking raw!" She kissed me to show she had no hard feelings, and she went on. "You know Goddamned well I'm no more a dyke than you are. But he's so good-looking, so mature, so sexy. And unless I miss my guess he's hung like a bull. I could really get off balling him. Would it bother you if I tried?"

"Why should it?" I asked, stifling my alarm.

She shrugged. "I don't know. He's your stepfather. And the way you looked at him when you introduced us. Like you were gloating. Does he know about you and me? The way he looked at me, I couldn't help thinking he did."

"Jeez, Jenni, did you ever notice how much you look like him? You're cuter, sure, but if his hair was a little lighter, it'd be a perfect color match for yours. And your eyes. Turn your head. Yeah. Your nose, too. Maybe that's why he interests me, because he looks so much like you." Her eyebrows lifted quizzically, and the green eyes were like secluded pools in a virgin forest. "Are you sure he's just your stepfather? Not Rodger the Lodger, by God?"

"Oh, fuck off!" I giggled, unable to control my laughter. "It's a tragic story, you silly bitch." And I told her all about Mom and Roy. "Besides, young stuff isn't his bag. He's so fucking archaic…" I stopped. I'd said too much already, and Kendy hadn't missed a word.

"So you've been trying," she snickered. "Nasty, nasty! Good girls don't go around balling their stepfathers. Where are your morals, Jennifer?"

"Who do good girls go around balling?" I wondered.

"Me, if they play their cards right," she sighed. "I love to ball good girls. One, especially." And with that she put me on my back, undressing, kissing, feeling. She stripped me to the skin and touched me where it felt best. Her fingers twined in my hair, caressed my tits, moved down to my honey-gold beaver, and a question began to form on her lips.