Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"Oh, honey… I like that, I like that," he panted. They all dig being rimmed, I thought to myself as I licked away. Stiffening my tongue, I plunged it up his asshole and watched him grind his butt. He twisted in sexual ecstasy and I was forced to hold him down or he'd pull his ass away.

"Suck my ass… suck it, honey, suck it," he begged. I loved hearing him begging me to do things to him. I reached up to jerk his penis as I sucked. The double action really turned him on.

At the magic moment our orgasm neared, I knew enough by now to tear my tongue out of his asshole, and lick his balls. How he dug that.

"Suck on each nut," he insisted. Carefully I pulled each ball into my mouth and sucked it soothingly. But our time to climax neared, so I let his balls drop, licked up his dong from the underside and then capped the crown of his cock with my hot mouth.

Now, his hands reached down to hold my head in line with his thrusting penis.

"Oh, Debbie, suck Daddy off… that's my girl… suck me… suck my dirty prick… "

He twisted his butt all around the bed as he thrust his manhood to me. I felt his balls touching my chin as I gobbled down his prick. At this moment, the love I felt the first time he gave me his load, surged through me. I desired him desperately.

"Oh, baby, Daddy's going to give you a good load… that's it… suck it like that… go after the juice… "

I gripped his thighs as he rammed it mercilessly down my throat.

"Suck it, Debbie, suck it," he gasped, as his sperm load shot down my throat, creamy, hot, delicious.

I devoured him, every drop of his sticky hot jism. I pulled off his peter and grinned, "Now, Daddy, you've got to eat my pussy."

"Get up here, sweet box," he smiled. I climbed on top of him and his tongue flashed out and swept around my asshole. Holding me in place, he guided his tongue up my butt and I rotated my ass around it.

"Oh, Daddy, I love it when you rim me… do it."

That did it. He yanked his tongue out of my ass, and said, "Who told you ass sucking was rimming?"

Now I'd done it, indirectly revealing my last screwing session. I thought fast.

"I read one of those dirty books, Daddy," I giggled.

"You haven't been sucking somebody else, have you?"

"Silly, no-now get your tongue back there and finish eating me."

He got his tongue going again, and soon the fabulous thrills were flashing through my body once more.

"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," I gasped, "but I'm going to come if you don't get that tongue up my snatch."

He took my cue, pulled out, and flung his tongue up there.

I watched in the mirror as his hands pulled me to his face and his tongue flicked in and out of my box like a penis.

"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," I gasped. "Ohh, Daddy… I can't stand it… I can't stand it." The hot stuff was pouring down my pussy as he sucked on it.

"Suck me… eat it up… eat it up, Daddy, eat it." He fastened his face to my cunt, gripping me tightly and finished eating. When I knew he was satisfied, I pulled away and lay down.

I figured now was the time to tell him I'd come of age and must go out on my own. When his hammer-dong was satisfied, it was time to grip the moment.

"Daddy, I'm a big girl now," I told him softly.

"That you are," he smiled, reaching over and pinching on my titties playfully.

"I ought to be on my own."

"On your own?" he asked in shock. "What do you mean, Debbie?"

"Well, Daddy, I want to follow the sun. Being here in Acapulco had made me realize just how much I dig the beautiful sunshine… I don't like our gray winters in Chicago."

He gulped, "You are going to leave me alone."

"I have to someday," I tried to explain to him.

"Someday, but baby not now."

"I'm afraid it must be now or never," I told him. "I've made up my mind."

"Maybe you'll change your mind," he suggested anxiously.

"You can write to me… "

"Write," he laughed, "Oh, Debbie, you don't understand a man's feelings. When I touch you, when I thrill to you I'm the luckiest, the happiest man in the world. But when you are away, I'll be the goddamn loneliest fellow in hell."

"We've made our own private little hell," I told him.

"You've got to be kidding," Daddy said angrily, "you call our beautiful sex hell."

"When I can't have you as a lover or husband, yes. We can never smile at each other, wink, hold hands… nothing. It always has to be secret, behind locked doors. Acting all the time."

"You can't have everything," he argued. "Please, listen to me, honey. Nobody has it just the way they want it. You've got to listen to reason."

"I'm sorry, Daddy… I didn't mean to hurt you."

That hit him in the pit of the stomach. He'd been hurt so terribly when Mom died. Now our love was dying… I was putting it to death. But I had to. I feared where it might lead. I was young, vivacious, and packed with sex appeal all over my body. I vibrated to other men-I couldn't hold myself just for him. And it was better I break it off now-before we got any deeper.

"Alright," he nodded grimly. "I guess I always knew this day would have to come… "

"Oh, Daddy," I sighed, unable to find words to fit his needs.

Reaching over he stroked my body gently, and then he came closer and kissed my shoulders softly.

"A beautiful girl like you cannot be caged in a father's demented love. You've got to be free… free to find yourself."

I threw my arms around him, pressing my breasts hard on his manly chest.

"I knew you'd see it my way," I told him quietly, "because you really love me… not just a screwing, fucking kind of love, but you feel for me."

"Yes, I do," he whispered, his eyes moistening, as he brushed the side of his face against mine and kissed my forehead tenderly just like any normal father would do to his daughter when they were parting.

But how well I knew this father-daughter relationship was frighteningly different. And I hoped my plan to move out west, would work to get us both on the path toward something right. Even though I loved having sex with him, and I knew my body really got his engine going, I knew it was all wrong.

The full impact of my decision to leave Daddy never really hit me until I was back home in Chicago. Here, I realized how awful it was to leave behind all the things you'd saved and collected through the years. Childhood memories tugged at me, but I had to remain firm to my decision to leave which I knew was the only wise course.

"Couldn't we have sex one more time?" Daddy said the night before I was set to go.

I looked in his eyes, and I couldn't say no.

"I'd love it" I smiled, "we do love each other."

"Let's have champagne," he said, "music, something to remember me by."

I flipped. Daddy was from another era… a funky time when they had to open bottles of champagne and play ridiculous love songs while they screwed. I hated the whole phony setting he was creating. The silver ice bucket overflowed with ice as the champagne cooled and he put on some romantic music.

"Daddy," I smiled, "do you mind if I put on some music to screw by… "

His jaw dropped. He gulped, "Yes, baby doll… you just play anything that makes you happy."

"I want the African drum-beats."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck me as fast as they beat the drums. I need a wild fuck tonight… and you'd better fuck me wild."

Unzipping, he pulled out his now hard pecker. "I think we can make it wild," he grinned. "Now, let's get cracking."

He got out of his shirt, pants and pulled off his shorts. I stripped to the buff and he poured me champagne. We drank it down quickly. I was feeling giddy and high. No doubt about it I was loaded.

"Fuck my cunt tonight," I told him, "I've had the pill."