Ron Taylor: Do me, Daddy!

This man was offering me a hell of a lot, and the best was that he could deliver it. I had no comparison to make, for no one had ever fucked me like this before. His body was on mine, but not crushing me the way an inexperienced boy nearly always does an inexperienced girl. His elbows and knees held most of his weight, letting me breathe freely and savor the joy of touching and being touched. We could kiss, too, while we balled, and I liked that because it let me tongue-fuck his mouth while he cock-fucked my cunt.

I played with that gimmick for a little while, stabbing him every time he stabbed me, but Roy was in a dominant mood it seemed, and before I knew it his tongue had gone upon the attack, forcing mine back into my mouth, following it swiftly. His big pink tongue thrust into my mouth and I began to suck it lovingly, just as lovingly as I'd sucked his big pink cock down by the pool. So he was giving me a double-fucking, cunt and mouth. If I'd thought of it at the time, I'd have asked him to ram his finger up my ass and get me in three holes at once. I really loved him.

I heard the phone ring downstairs and I cursed silently. There was no way I was going to uncunt Roy and run to answer it. His ears perked when he heard the bell going off, but I just shook my head. "Fuck it," I said. "And me, too, while you're at it."

He did precisely that. His fast cock-strokes didn't let up for a second, and I knew how a sidewalk must feel when it's being jackhammered by the road crew. My cunt ached from the size of the meal he was feeding it, but, glutton that I am, I pussied up all he could give and rubbed his tool up and down with clever little cunt squeezes in the hope that he might find just a bit more meat to shove into me.

I didn't realize how much we were moving around on the bed till my head slipped over the edge and hung upside down while Roy kept ramming my snatch full of his prick. His head moved with mine, and it seemed that his tongue was as far into my throat as his dick had been. Blood rushed to my temples and I had only begun to notice how uncomfortable this new position was when I was socked in the gut by an orgasm.

It was a big orgasm, unimaginably big. Two or three large economy-size comes must have combined together to make it. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't even moan out my joy. The room seemed upside down, then right side up, then upside down all over again. Uncle Roy gave me a quick pull that jerked me back up onto the bed, and he was still balling me. The heels of my feet rapped and danced on the flatness of his ass and the muscles of my twat began to milk his reaming cock.

His body seemed transformed into steel as I clutched it with my clawing fingers and scissoring legs. My nails scraped him, but it was like scraping a piece of iron. I could feel his knotty muscles, standing out like thick cords on his broad back, and the pace of his fucking doubled up. Our mouths weren't touching now, thank God, for my teeth were chattering and I'd surely have bitten his tongue in two.

Comes are all different. Sometimes they're warm and wet, friendly, even. Those are nice, and I can get them most of the time with very little effort, say by rubbing my thighs together in a certain way. Other times my orgasms are like firecrackers going off, a whole string of them, and, it feels like the Kentucky Derby is being run inside my cunt. Those are even nicer comes, and they don't happen very often. This orgasm was like the attack on Pearl Harbor, a real bomber.

I'd never come this way with a guy before, and it was like Columbus discovering America or Einstein discovering relativity. This morning I'd gotten out of bed assuming that I knew everything. I needed to know about fucking, and this afternoon I was finding out that I didn't, in the most exciting way possible. Roy was like a school for sex and I was a straight A student.

It was a minute or two before I noticed that he was still fucking me, that he hadn't gotten his rocks off yet. My eyes were rolling like dice on a table and my cunt made sucking noises as he stuffed me full of cock again and again.

I looked up into his strong, handsome face and saw what I was looking for. He was staring down at me but his eyes weren't focused. His lips were clenched and I could see his tongue lumping out one cheek. His face was a chalky white, and I could feel his meat beginning to swell massively inside my cunt. God, he was on the verge of blasting! And I knew that when he did, it would be an orgasm neither of us would soon forget.

It looked as if all the muscled of his face collapsed then, and that his features were turning into a jelly. Or maybe it was just my eyes malfunctioning. Remember, I was still climaxing myself, the prisoner of a delicious orgasm that promised to stay with me for the rest of my life. All I really knew was that his prick suddenly jabbed me long and deep, that it lunged hard into my cunt and stayed there, filling my tight hole with its ballooning length and thickness.

When I felt his cock explode, I realized that the super-groovy pitch of my creaming was nothing but a prelude. That big peter shook and burst inside me, boiling my guts with its hot scum, and I pulled myself up from the bed, wrapping him like a snake as I took the fuck-juice he offered. All I could think of was his big prick spraying the walls of my cunt with its sweet, tasty jizz, and I wondered how girls ever managed to enjoy fucking before the Pill was invented. He kept on shooting, gallons of cum at least, and I could feel trickles of it dripping from my hole as we clung and came together. He gave me enough goo to knock up a stageful of Miss Teenage America contestants but, thank God and the pharmaceutical industry, none of it fell on fertile ground. On the other hand, a fuck like this was worth a couple of pregnancies.

The muscles of my snatch milked his prick while it squirted, and I teased more and more of the steamy spunk from his balls. He must have been in sheer agony but he didn't show it. Instead he just kept that big peter shoved into my cunt until it quivered with dry heaves and began to wilt.

My pussy fought to keep his cock in place. The muscles contracted and rippled on his fuck-stick, coaxing it to remain hard, but nature is nature. His cock shrank and retreated down my cum-slick tunnel and slid out with a little popping squish that made me sigh in sorrow. And when his prick had left my cunt, the overflow of his jism rolled out like a tide, soaking my beaver and the insides of my thighs. I could feel it dripping, hot and wet and sticky, and I reached down to scoop it up in my hands.

It was a fragrant mess that I had on my fingers then, a combination of cunt and cock juice. Roy collapsed beside me on the bed, sighing heavily, and I gave him a big smile just before I scooped the gobs of our mixed cum into my mouth. I licked and sucked my fingers clean, and it was delicious.

"We make a good team," I smiled, fingering up some more of the spillage. "It tastes like gravy, our jisms. Here," and I offered it to him. He shook his head, giving me a funny look. I only shrugged. If it wasn't his trip, fine. But it was mine.

I put my fingers in my mouth again and sucked them lingeringly, pretending that it was really his cock in my mouth. But from the looks of his red, shrunken dick, he wouldn't have a hard-on again soon, and my fingers were a poor substitute in the long run.

"Next time," I said then, "let's try it with me on top. I think my ass is mattress-burned."

He took me by the shoulders and his face was more serious than I thought faces should or could be. "There's not going to be a next time," he said. "This is the most hideous moment of my life. If I had a gun, I think I'd kill myself right now."

"God help me, I let it become a game for me, too, and I did something I shouldn't have. All I want to do now is get cleaned up, into some fresh clothes, and out of here. I stopped in to visit your mother, but I don't think I could face Carrie now, not in a million years, not after this. I don't really think I'll be able to face myself in the morning."