Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

When he was in line just right, I pushed the dildo up his crack.

"Oweee, that feels good," he groaned, "I-I like it." It sort of gave me the feeling of male power to have the penis. Maybe Freud was right about penis-envy after all.

"Jab it up there… fuck my ass good," he demanded. I took him at his word, and gave a mighty thrust.

"Ohhhh, I dig it, I dig it," he moaned as my dildo-dick thrust up there. He wiggled his ass around on it as if he'd flip his wig.

"Fuck me, fuck me." he begged excitedly. "Ohhhh, I need it… I need it… that's it… like that."

I was enjoying thrusting the dildo up his asshole, and he sure as hell was enjoying getting it.

"That's it, fucker, grab the dick, twist your tail… fuck it… fuck… fuck, fuck," I cried, lost in his hang-up.

"Now comes the wild part," he sighed, "I'll get my body angled just so; you can suck me off, while you fuck my asshole. It's not easy, but we can make it."

And to my great surprise, he angled his agile body so that his thick dick was soon touching my lips.

"See, baby… just keep thrusting and eat me at the same time. The double-action drives a man out of his gourd."

He shoved his penis inside my mouth and soon I was sucking on his pulsating tool. The dildo was driving up his ass at the same time and the sensations built.

"Ohhhh, I love that… what a hot mouth… that's it, baby, beautiful… fuck my ass, eat my prick… ohhh, lover, do, do, do it."

His slippery pecker glided swiftly as I increased my screwing pace. I knew he needed this and I needed it just as bad as he did.

"Fuck… fuck, fuck it," he begged, "Ohhh, baby, you're killing me… I can't stand it. I can't stand it." His hands reached out, one hand gripping his tool, the other forcing my head over it as he neared climax.

I fucked his asshole faster, as I felt him increasing the pace of his pecker thrusts.

"Ohhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he cried aloud. "Suck it off… eat it, eat that sticky stuff… eat it up." His penis shot its load and I sucked it swiftly as I finished him off.

I didn't quit thrusting until I'd devoured him. Then, I slowly eased the huge plastic joint out of his ass.

"Oh, God, you're gorgeous," he gasped, "that was the best screw since one of those hot chicks in France fucked me."

"What about me?" I smiled, unstrapping the dildo.

"What about you?"

"Aren't you going to eat my pussy… my hole's on fire, honey, after all that wild screwing."

"I'll tell you what… let's do like the chicks in Paris do, too. Put on those white boots, hold my strap and beat my ass into submission. When it's nice and red, suck my ass out, and then ask me to eat your ass out and lick your cunt clean. It's the only way to fly."

"Sounds groovy… you should have brought back pictures from Paris."

"I did," he grinned.

"Let me see them," I urged.

"Well, they're awfully foul," he grinned, "but I wouldn't want to let that stop me from showing you a little screwing culture. You know France is where all the sucking started."

"Who told you that?"

"You know it the first time a Frenchie eats your dick, sweetheart," he said, searching for the filthy photos.

At last he showed them to me, and I flipped.

One depicted a girl on all fours, with a guy standing at the table where she had her naked body. The guy behind was ramming it up the tailgate, and the other was pushing it into her mouth."

"Real art… now, that's what I call culture, I said. "These shots can contribute so much to our understanding of…

"And this one," he grinned, "isn't that a sweet picture?"…

One girl was impaled on the penis of this stud who stood up naked and proudly. Another girl was parting his ass cheeks and eating his ass out, while the third was eating his balls.

"This cost," he nodded.

"It should, fucker,'" I told him. "After all three women on the same stud."

"And you'll just love this," he chuckled, handing the next photo to me. I saw a chick on her side. One man was driving it up her gash, the second up her ass, the third ramming it down her throat.

"Isn't she a lovely girl," I said.

"I don't know how lovely she is, but she gives one hell of a fuck," he gloated, "because I screwed her."

"What a pity you didn't pose."

"Yes, it is a crying shame, isn't it?" he commented.

Soon, I'd seen all the foul little shots and wondered what dirty detour his kinky mind would make next.

"Now, sweet sucker, let's get going," he ordered.

I lay on the bed, sprawling out conveniently so he could do wild things. Soon his face was buried in my butt and he was eating it.

I felt his ass-cheeks pressing against my face and I knew he wanted me to eat it.

Poking my tongue out, I licked all around his asshole. He opened wider; I slid inside.

"Suck my ass out," he gasped. "Ohhhh, baby, do it." I kept my tongue flicking faster, massaging his nuts and stroking his juicy dick at the same time.

"Ohhhh, baby, you're beautiful," he said as my slippery tongue slid all the way up his hot asshole.

His tongue returned to my butt, and we both did our thing.

He broke it off, when he said, "I've got to eat your box… now… get the boots on, grab that whip and let's get going."

I got off the bed, swiftly got the boots on, found the whip, and there he lay, his buttocks, asking for it.

"You're going to eat my pussy, you dirty cunt-sucker," I said, lashing across his naked, tender flesh.

"Ohhh, No… no… never," he moaned.

Instantly I could see the playacting game that turned him on, so I just continued.

"I won't eat your pussy… I won't… I won't," he protested. And then I hopped on the bed, placing my butt on the pillows so he could crawl to my snatch, as I'd crack the whip over his ass all the time he was eating my cunt.

"Eat it… eat it up, you dirty cunt-eater," I called out, bringing the whip down with a cruel fury. "Come on, pussy eater… get that hot tongue way up there. Ohhhhh, that's it… like that."

Expertly his tongue worked its way around inside my hot cave. I'd had sex before, but never like this. No doubt about it Dave could have given tongue-training exercises to pussy eaters incorporated.

"Eat that dirty snatch… eat it… eat it up," I told him as he gobbled my flowing, hot juices when I came. I kept the whip snapping across his buttocks all the time. Only when his tongue had finished my box did I stop.

Dave was really cool… he called a taxi to take me back to Rodney's pad.

It was about four a.m. when I got in and Rodney was waiting for me.

"Did he like you?" he demanded when I walked in the door.

"Here's your hundred bucks," I said, handing it over to him, without batting an eye. I hoped he wouldn't ask about the tip.

"He give you anything more?"

"A small tip… just for me."

"Split," he insisted.

I angrily took another fifty and handed it to him.

"You are a shrewd cookie," I laughed it off. "I think he might use me in a movie… a cleanie."

"Don't knock Parrot Pictures," he smiled.

"Oh, I'm dying to see that marvelous show we filmed today. I'm sure it will be a smash."

"Don't knock it, honey… don't knock it," he said, putting the bills away in his wallet carefully.

"Maybe I'll win an award for Sucking Sisters… a golden vagina statue or something."

"Just so they don't give you a Golden Phallus award," he said crisply.

"You rat," I laughed.

"No. I'm serious. Gilda has been on the phone all night. She thinks you are the greatest thing to hit Hollywood since Monroe. She wants you to fly up to San Francisco with her for the weekend."

"Oh, no… no… I won't do it."

"Don't be so difficult. Gilda is a rich woman. She owns a couple bars in the valley and she has a lot of powerful connections."