Ron Taylor - Do me, Daddy!

Something seemed to snap inside me when I felt that determined shove. My guts turned to jelly and my flesh melted, and Roy suddenly slid home, rapping my ass with his crotch.

"Oh," I said, knowing that I'd been buggered all the way, and then I screamed. "AAAHHNNNHHH!"

My fists beat the hardwood desk, bruising me, but the more my hands ached the harder I rapped. Roy was beginning to cornhole me for real now, his cock moving more easily in my asshole as he pulled back for another thrust.

"And when did you shave yourself?" he asked. "That's a whore's game, Jenni. Hookers shave themselves. It lets them pretend they're innocent little girls again, with no hair on their cunts and no foul thoughts in their minds. Did some hooker teach you to do that? What's wrong, little girl? You're not talking. Say something," and he italicized the word with a poke of his tool that made my teeth rattle. He drove deep and hard, and I knew the tip of his meat must be plunging around in the vicinity of my lower intestines now. Today's lunch jiggled uncomfortably when he pronged me and I thought I might dump my cookies on the floor.

I couldn't talk, could scarcely move. I could only feel, feel the splitting insertions of his cock. How had I ever thought it beautiful? Maybe it was a lovely tool for sucking and fucking, but it ravaged my ass like a demon from hell and I wished Roy and his big pecker were both in hell now, scorching on the hottest griddle available.

"Just as I thought," he puffed. The exertion was getting to him, as well it should, driving his big pole into such a tight socket. "You're still a little girl pretending she's a woman. Well, how do you like grown-up games, Jennifer?"

"Fuck you!" I groaned.

He touched my pussy as he fucked his cock deep once more. His fingers slid across my shaven gash, one of them boldly moving inside. I gulped to feel his knuckles swallowed up by my cunt, and I whined when he began to jab my hole deeply.

"Enough," I whispered, "please, it's enough. I've learned my lesson – I swear to God – I'll never bother you again."

"Not yet," he said in reply, his voice almost pleasant. "You haven't had enough till I say you've had enough. And I won't say so until I've had enough. My balls are full of cum and I want you to have a little of it. Aren't you a big enough girl to take some of my sperm?"

"Yes," I panted, "yes, I'm a big enough girl for that. Please, come inside me. I want to feel your cock exploding."

He couldn't guess how much I wanted it, for it would mean that this horrible encounter was finished. And I meant what I said. I'd never bother him again. I'd kill him, but I wouldn't bother him.

"How about if I move faster?" he wondered, doing just that. It was too much to bear. I screamed and wept and endured as best I could. His finger moved more provocatively in my cunt. He'd found my clit now, and he was teasing it brutally, as if he meant – oh, God, as if he meant to give me an orgasm, too! Or would he build me up to the verge of a come and let me drop after he'd blown his own nuts? It would be sadistic and unfair, and I was certain that was his plan.

As much as I could, I squiggled against him, forcing him to finger my clit again and again. I'd not be cheated of my come. He fondled my cunt absentmindedly, most of his attention devoted to buggering me, and in spite of the discomfort I could feel a nice fluttery tingle beginning inside. Just a little longer – give my clit two or three more hard rubs – I'd cream and surprise the shit out of him. It wasn't to be. Not that way at least. Roy suddenly quivered behind me and I felt the gushing spurts as his tool dumped its cum inside my ass. He jerked and shuddered as he came, and his boiling fuck-cream filled my guts with each shot. His finger abandoned clit-twiddling as he concentrated fully upon emptying his balls, and I writhed on the desk, hovering on the brink of an orgasm but just missing it.

"Please," I whimpered in desperation, "touch my pussy again! I'm almost there! Roy, make me come!"

Instead he pulled his dick from my asshole, and the absence of his thick tool was nearly as hard for me to bear as its first thrustings had been. He stood behind me, panting, laughing softly, stroking his wet, brown-smeared prick, and I knew he was laughing at me, that he was sure he'd won. Maybe he had.

"So?" he grinned as I looked back at him with imploring eyes. "How do you like my kind of games?"

I turned around, my back braced against the sharp edge of the desk, and I jabbed fingers into my cunt. I wanted to come. The hunger gnawed me from the inside out and it had to be satisfied. His cum dripped from my asshole, which was sorer now than I could have believed possible, but when I fumbled with my clit, the little nub seemed to have grown as big as one of Roy's balls.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, fingering my cunt shamelessly before him. I was a slut, just as he'd said, and I used myself like a slut, not caring that he was watching and grinning. My fingers slid in and out of my raw, slick, wet gash, abusing my clitty in their passage, and my tits lifted and fell beneath the T-shirt as I battled toward the release I needed.

"Almost," I said hoarsely, triumphantly, staring him full in the eyes. The orgasm was there, inside me, waiting. Sweat dripped from my hair, across my forehead, into my eyes, and I blinked as my vision was obscured by a watery glaze. My lips opened and closed of their own volition as I sucked in a deep breath and used my fingers ever so slightly harder – "Ohh! Ohhh! Cooommiiinngggg!!" It hit me in the guts like a cannonball, twisting me inside out. I reeled with its forceful driving energy, and Roy caught me with his big hands. His face was cloudy again, as it always seemed to be around me, and I could see his own triumph fading visibly.

He braced me with his hands as I rocked and shuddered and gurgled and giggled, and my release soared to heights beyond anything I'd ever felt before. And as he held me upright, I continued to flog my cunt, for it still ached with a yearning pain that was almost unbelievable, and my come seemed to last an eternity, ripple after ripple vibrating through my body. My head was numb, my body was becoming so, and if Roy hadn't been supporting me, I'd have dropped to the floor like a lead shot.

And as the climax became more frantic, more consuming, I felt a white-hot spurt of agony in my gut.

"Mmmmmm," I told him, breaking free of his clutching hands.

I reeled where I stood, nearly falling for real, and my guts were in turmoil. The first step more stagger than walk, I made for the doorway, down the hall and into my bedroom. I kicked open the bathroom door and dashed inside.

It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before Roy was there with me, but I was already sitting on the john, stroking my pussy as I emptied my bowels. His face was drawn and pale when he caught sight of me – God knows what he'd been thinking – perhaps that he'd been too savage, that he'd fucked up my inside plumbing.

I gave him a tight-lipped smile, palmed my pussy, and sighed, "Roy, you're as good as your word. You really did fuck the shit out of me."

He sighed massively, went scarlet, and said, "My God, Jennifer, I was afraid I'd hurt you…"

"Unh-unh. But now I think I understand what those enema freaks who write to Penthouse are talking about. Jesus! I don't know whether I love you or hate you now."

He covered his face with his hands and turned away. I almost expected to hear him sob his heart out, but instead came his voice, soft and muted, "Jenni, I don't know what got into me. I love you, God, so much…"

"More than you love Mom?" I challenged, wiping, standing up. "How much do you love me?"

"You don't understand," he said. "I've always loved your mother, and I always will. I love you, too, but it's not the same kind…"