Ron Taylor: Do me, Daddy!

What a bummer! I thought. We'd only fucked, but to hear him tell it, he was a prime candidate for the next Nuremberg trial session. Fucking wasn't a big deal – fucking the way he and I had fucked was a big deal, a good deal, too. I didn't feel guilty, but I wanted to have that dick of his inside my cunt again and soon.

"Shit," I pouted.

"Where can I wash up?" he asked, ignoring my sulk.

I pointed to the door of my bathroom.

"Shower's in there," I said. "Help yourself."

He went out. In a few moments I heard the sound of water running. Goddamned fucking shit! I thought angrily. There was a pack of cigarettes beside the room phone and I reached for it.

Just as my phone began to ring. It's on its own line, an unlisted number, too, so I was pretty sure who was calling. I lit the cigarette stuck between my lips and picked up the receiver. "Hi, Mom," I said.

When Roy came out of the bathroom, he was wearing his shirt and shorts again.

"Mom just called," I said. "Shell be home about eight-thirty this evening."

He colored when he heard it, and I wondered again just how much there had been to Daddy's accusations. How friendly had Mom and Roy ever gotten?

"She knows you're here," I added. "She wants to see you. Told me to tie you down if necessary."

The look of resignation on his face then was worth a hundred dollars cash.

I dressed and got Roy's suitcase from the back of his car, while he fished his soaked pants and jacket from the pool. Then he got into some dry clothes and I fixed us fresh drinks, intending to chat him up till he was recovered enough to get a nice hard-on and fuck me again.

He saw through me, of course. I figured that a recital of my sexual history might get him excited, so I began with a description of how the boy who took care of the riding stables at school had persuaded me and a friend to look at his prick and take turns sucking it. That was when we were twelve and impressionable. It didn't take the devious young bastard long to get us into the hay.

Roy listened, nodding seriously, and I thought I could see him turning on, but when he found a chance to speak, he asked me questions about the divorce, about how Mom and Daddy were before it happened, about how I felt. He sounded like a school psychologist pumping an unwary subject, but it wasn't the kind of pumping I had in mind.

So when I got the floor, I moved on to the next chapter in my life, a picnic for our school and the neighboring boys' academy which turned into an orgy in the bushes. That didn't face Roy. He listened to me talk, still nodding straight faced, and then he wanted to know how I thought about my father.

It hit me in a twinkling. He was leading up to what he figured would be a startling revelation to me – that I'd come on with him because I was lonely and had sexual feelings toward my Daddy. He was about to tell me that he represented a father figure in my subconscious and that was why I sucked and balled him.

That was horse-shit. I didn't have any sex feelings about Daddy. He was a pleasant man, fat and bald on top, and sometimes we could laugh together, and that was it, buddy. And anyway, he was in Australia now. The worst was, I didn't really miss him. I only saw him in the summers or on holidays, when I was home from one of the schools they were always sending me to. Daddy and I hardly knew one another, though we did manage to have a little fun together.

I gave Uncle Roy a smug grin that was intended to let him know I was in on his scheme, and as soon as I got the chance to speak I told him about Kendy, my roomie last year at school. She's the one who used to lick my cunt. I enjoyed eating her snatch, too, but not as much as she liked to get her hands and mouth on me. She was from somewhere in New York state, up along the Hudson, very sophisticated, very cute, with the makings of a first-class lesbian. Oh, she'd screw guys sometimes, for kicks or just to be bitchy, but most of her interests revolved around pussies, and mine in particular. She seduced me the first night we shared a room, and I described it to the Uncle Roy in vivid detail, the way she'd crawled into bed with me, all teary-eyed about being away from home and soooo lonely. And before I knew it she had my nightie pulled up and her finger in my crack.

Her mouth soon replaced her finger and she was sucking cunt-honey out of my gash by the gallon. I'd had my cunt licked and sucked by guys, by that time, but never so sweetly as Kendy managed to eat me. Her tongue was like a butterfly on my pussy and I climaxed into her gulping mouth again and again, till my legs and twat ached and my heart was warm and full of love.

So she invited me to give her snatch a try. I did, and I found out why she grooved on that scene so fiercely. Not many guys can eat cunt as nicely as a girl can, and before the first semester was up I'd gotten to be nearly as dykey as Kendall. In fact, I got so interested in her that I almost gave up guys completely. Until one night I got worried about turning into a queer, so I sneaked out of the dorm, went into town, and picked up a guy for a refresher course in hetero fucking. I brought him back with me – Kendy was home for the week to attend an uncle's funeral and I had the room to myself – only the proctor caught us before we could get down to the basics. I got kicked out of school and sent home and didn't even get to kiss my roomie good-bye.

That story seemed to shock Roy just a little bit. Let him try fitting that into his little theories, I thought smugly. A nice thing about me was that I didn't have any complexes. I liked to fuck and stick and I believed in taking my pleasure where I found it. He just happened to be the most delicious thing I'd ever gotten my hands on.

And I was very much interested in getting my hands on him again. We were sitting by the pool and twilight was coming on. Mom would be back soon, if she lived up to her promise. If I was going to get anywhere [missing text].

I got out of my chair, went across the tiled floor to Roy, and plopped down on his lap. I was dressed now, wearing a pair of tight short-shorts and a little bra halter that showed off the insides of my tit-curves, but I didn't have anything on underneath them. My nipples were stiff and pokey, just from remembering all the good times I'd told him about, and the tight fit of the shorts-crotch had rubbed my cunt to near madness. I squished down on him and began to rub my long hair on his face, touching the front of his shirt at first, then slipping my hand inside to feel his bare chest beneath. He mumbled a protest, something about it being too late, that Mom would be here soon, but I kissed him and he kissed me back. The kiss had nothing to do with fathers or even uncles. He knew it and so did I. My ass wriggled on his lap and I felt his boner spring into life. His cock wasn't fully erect – yet. Did we have time for a quickie?

Oh, I didn't want a quickie! I wanted him to throw me down on the tiles by the pool, to strip away my clothes, and then to make long, sensuous love to me. I wanted him to lick my tits and belly, to scrape my clit with his teeth, to ram that long tongue of his all the way up my pussy. I wanted him to kiss my asshole and tease it with his tongue and fingers. And then I wanted him to take off his own clothes and fuck me within an inch of my life. This time, I knew, I'd have no trouble taking his big, lovely cock, on the very first stroke. He'd fill me with his manhood, suffocate me with pleasure, and then we could fuck like horny dogs till the sun came up. I wanted to come and come and come again, and still be hungry for more.

And I heard the Goddamned sound of a Goddamned car outside the Goddamned fucking house and I knew I'd waited too long, that Mom was home at last and my plans were scotched in the bud.