Ron Taylor: Do me, Daddy!

"It feels so good," I sighed, my arms around his neck. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Stop he did. His tongue left my mouth and began to trace a damp line down my neck, onto the curves of my boobs. My titties are small, shaped like little cupcakes, pointy at the ends. Sometimes I wish they were big and bouncy like Mom's but you can't have everything. Roy's mouth dropped onto the left tit, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. His teeth clenched slightly, digging into my tender flesh, and I sighed, making my tits rise a little, pushing them all the more into his mouth.

He held them firmly, chewing in a manner that had me scratching and clawing the bedspread, and his tongue flicked back and forth across the increasingly stiffened nipple, maddening it, making it thrust out ever farther, ever harder. When he had my nipple hard and my tit-flesh aching, he drew his mouth back and began to roll my pap between his tightened lips. At the same time his hand fondled my other tit, keeping it in a state of excitement as I waited for him to suck it, too.

It was like my wildest dream come true. All my sex experience had been with boys, my own age or a little older. Sure, it was fun, and I'd learned a lot, but all those boys had been interested in was getting a hard-on, shoving it into me, cunt or mouth, and humping and pumping till they'd squirted out their load. I liked it, in a way. There's nothing like the feeling of a good, hard cock wedged in your pussy or lying hot and throbbing on your tongue, unless it's the blasting shudder when that same cock suddenly bursts apart and floods you with a river of cum.

But I'd read books, and I'd talked to other girls, and I knew there was more to sex than being a receptacle for some guy's jism. What about me? I had orgasms when I fucked, but I had better orgasms when I played with my snatch. Wasn't I entitled to more comfort than that?

By God, I was getting it now!

The action of Roy's mouth on my tit made me so damp in the crotch I wondered for a moment if I'd pissed myself in excitement. While he sucked my boobs, I slid a finger down to my gash and sopped up some of the drippings. It wasn't piss – it was only my joy-juice seeping out of my cunt more profusely than it ever had before.

And still he mouthed my nipples, his head shifting from tit to tit as the notion struck him. I could see his gentle teeth marks in my flesh, little indentations around the pale pink of my areolas, and there was a lonesome, hungry want in my cunt, a void that needed filling.

"Roy," I purred, silky-voiced, silky-bodied, "don't you want to fuck me now?"

He didn't answer. He made a half-turn on the bed and his mouth left my titties, moving down my tummy in little nips and bites that made me ache in response. For a moment his tongue prodded into my navel, then licked an endless circle around the rim, and I thought I'd come right then.

But I didn't. At least, not a big, shattering come. My pussy got warmer and tingled, and I felt a little shudder of excitement around my clit, but it was just the kind of good feeling a girl gets when she washes her crotch a little too vigorously in the tub. There was plenty more.

Uncle Roy touched my cunt with his fingers, tracing the tight, narrow line of my slit. I don't have much of a beaver, and most of it is a very pale blonde, so he didn't have any trouble seeing the pink line of my gash. His hand moved up and down, tickling my snatch till I opened my legs wide, and then he slid a finger inside my open split. When he touched my slick, rosy gash, I wanted to scream. The rasp of his stubby fingernail sent me into a whining mingle of pain and pleasure, and when he poked at the nub of my. My ass bounced high and I didn't know whether I wanted him to let my clitty alone or pinch it till it turned blue.

He pushed my ass down onto the bed again and he spread my thighs a little wider than I found comfortable. I whined at him to go easier but I don't think he heard me. Keeping my cunt split with his fingers, Roy moved his head into it, that tongue of his thrust out like a big red cock.

I felt it brush my gash the same way it had sloshed my face and I knew I was in for a fantastic cunt-lapping. My hands moved of their own will to grab his head and pull him into my twat, and Roy rolled with the command. His tongue seemed to be as long and as limber as his cock. It speared its way between my cunt-lips, into my hole, and a hell of a distance up inside. And when he got his tongue into my cunt, he wasn't content merely to leave it there. He used it like a prick, reaming my cuntal sheath fore and aft, making my pussy, if anything, wetter than it already was. He must have slurped up a gallon of Jenni-cream as he licked my snatch, but if it bothered him, he didn't mention it.

Once upon a time I'd thought only girls knew how to eat pussy as well as Roy was eating mine. Or at least that's what a girl friend used to assure me while she took a breather between munches at my muff. At the time I thought she was right, because none of the boys who'd sucked my snatch had ever done as well as she could. Now I was beginning to rethink that position.

By the time he got around to nibbling my clit, I was beside myself with horniness. I wanted to do something – it seemed obscene and selfish for me to be lying here moaning while he did all the work – but there wasn't anything I could do. I tried to pull down his shorts, intending to suck his cock just a bit, but he was lying at the wrong angle. I could get his shorts down and I could touch his dick, but there was no way I could twist and stretch myself enough to get my mouth on it. So I settled for second best. Once I'd bared his ass, I began to lick and bite its hard muscular surface, my tongue drifting into the crack to make teasing inroads upon the tiny puckered hole of his bung and the base of his nuts.

That seemed to be a satisfactory substitute. Roy's mouth went on overtime when I started kissing his ass, and his tongue flogged my clit with ever more rapid strokes. Good was good, I thought, and I squeezed up a big handful of his cock, at the same time trying to work my tongue into his asshole. He was a very clean man, and I got only the faintest, slightly tantalizing taste of shit as I sucked at his butthole. The flavor seemed to stick to my tongue, spurring me to prong him all the harder. Roy's butt twitched at each tongue-swipe and I knew, from that and from the mumbled encouragements he whispered into my muff, that he was enjoying the receipt as much as I grooved on the delivery.

He was rubbing his lower front teeth across the stub of my clitoris when I couldn't take it any longer. My head felt chilled, from crown to chin, and my eyes swam deliriously, and my pussy began to throb uncontrollably. I must have pumped his mouth full of my twat-cream, and I heard him slurping as I jerked and writhed into his face.

My hands and face fell away from his ass – I didn't have enough concentration to continue. Roy rose to his knees beside me then, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like movie film projected at two frames per second – jerk-jerk-jerk – from one motion to another, or was it that my own system had slowed down to a crawl as my hips convulsed in orgasm?

"Hurry," I said, astonished at how slowly I spoke the word, as if it had five separate syllables, one for each letter. He smiled down at me, throwing aside his shirt. I watched it flutter through the air, and when I looked back at him, he was completing the task of removing his shorts. I'd pulled them down far enough to let his cock spring free and his ass-cheeks shine.

But seeing him naked, then, to see all of his body, threatened to cap the whole affair. Uncle Roy was, quite simply, all man. He was broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and there wasn't an iota of wastage or flab on him. Anywhere. Least of all in the big cock that rose stiff and fierce as a red dragon from its curly mat of crotch hair. I saw him take that cock in his hand and I sucked in my breath, tasting its cummy hardness once again in my mouth.