Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"But why do I have to do things with her?"

"Because she might help you."

"Look, Rodney, if you think I'm enjoying my whore's life, you've got another think coming. I don't dig it."

"Well, don't get belligerent about it," he snapped.

"I suppose you want a fuck… forget it."

"What kind of sex beast do you think I am?" he grimaced.

"I don't know for sure, but I'm finding out," I told him flatly.

I was ever so grateful he let me sleep. When I awoke to a telephone's insistent ringing, I glanced at the clock and saw it was four p.m.

"Hello," I mumbled into the phone.

"Hello, darling," a soft feminine voice purred. "You keep late hours… or should I say early?"

"Who is this?" I asked, still foggy.

"Gilda, darling, Gilda."

"Oh, hi… I'm not awake."

"It's only four p.m.," she laughed, "maybe you need some more sleep."

"Nooo," I told her, "I'm awake now."

"I just wanted to invite you to San Francisco for the weekend," she purred smoothly.

"I'd love to but… "

"I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tonight," she said, "I'll park at the airport. Only takes an hour from L.A.."

"But I said I couldn't make it."

"See you later, darling." She hung up. Rodney walked in and pulled the drapes. The blinding afternoon sunshine flashed uncomfortably across the room.

"Do you have to do that?" I asked him.

"Yes… It's time you get up."

I saw he was standing there bare ass naked. And then I saw the houseboy, standing there naked too. Both of them had hard-ons and they both looked horny as hell.

"Must we?" I demanded.

"We must," he replied. "I like ass fucks, and Tom is nuts about your cunt… so let's get cracking."

I scratched my head nervously. I felt like a sex-slave, on a timetable yet.

Soon I felt Rodney's huge, throbbing member, greased and ready, gliding up my asshole.

"Ohhh, you're nice here," he panted, "throw it back to me. I love your ass."

Judging from the way he shoved his pecker up there, I was a believer.

Tom got next to me and soon his pecker drove up my pussy. When the two of them were screwing I couldn't help but wonder if they were hot for each other. Their arms wrapped about each other as they drove their cocks up there.

"You like the three way?" Tom smiled.

"What if I didn't?" I smirked.

"She likes it," Rodney grunted, driving his dagger dick up there with hard impact.

The two cocks did excite me, igniting me into my best ass movements I ever had.

"Twist that ass, grind it around," Rodney demanded. As I swung my butt for him. I took Tom's cock along for the ride.

"Ohhhh, that's good," Tom exclaimed.

"Sure it is," Rodney laughed, "now, let's finish her ass off good. Get going."

The two men increased tempo together. As the bed springs squeaked with our combined weight, we built to a shattering climax.

"Ohhhh, fuck it," Tom panted, "I love your cunt, you've got a wild box… baby, wild."

In and out Rodney drove his dick, stabbing it to the hilt. Tom's thrust pace increased. We brought it to a shattering climax.

"Fuck… fuck, fuck it off," he demanded as we all creamed together. Together they pulled their cum-dripping dicks out of my box.

"The best way to start the day is a good grind," I laughed, as I hopped off the bed and headed for the shower. "And I'm starved. All this fucking and sucking… I'm pooped. Tom, baby, have the cook fix me a good steak and a gallon of orange juice."

"A gallon." Rodney chuckled.

"At least, lover, at least."

As the shower refreshed my body I contemplated San Francisco. I'd heard so much about it. I saw Tony Bennett sing about it in person in Chicago one time. Now, I was going to see it… but it was all wrong. I shouldn't be flying for weekend junkets with Gilda. God, was I turning into a sex-freak. This vile fear troubled me no end.

Tom did his thing. The cook had fixed a steak yea-thick. The orange juice shot fresh pep into my body and at last I could relax. I went out to lie near the pool and read the papers.

On reading the terrible things that were happening in the nation, around the world, black as my life looked it was brighter by far than racial riots, Vietnam, famine, flood, quakes.

I threw the paper aside, and suddenly I felt the urge to sleep. I was out like a light, until I felt Rodney's hand on my shoulder.

"Gilda will be here soon," he said softly. "Whha-what?" I asked groggily.

"Gilda… you know you promised her you'd go to San Francisco with her for the weekend."

"Oh, yes, I did, didn't I?" I was in the whirlpool now. Day and night sex action! I might have checked into a whorehouse in Nevada and been doing the same thing as launching myself into a model and film career.

I got up, went to Rodney's bedroom where I had my few belongings and dressed. Packing a small overnight case I went back downstairs.

"Hi, honey," Gilda called out, "you're right on the button."

"Hi, Gilda," I smiled weakly. She did look fabulous, dressed all in white. Her outfit with her flame-colored hair made her look mighty appealing…

We drove to the airport in silence. Once we were plane-bound for the super city by the sea, the stewardess asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask that," Gilda laughed. "Yes, a double scotch on the rocks."

I ordered, too, and as we sipped our third drinks, the glittering lights of San Francisco spread out before us like a glowing welcome mat.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Gilda gasped. "Over there, see, that's the Golden Gate."

"There?" I pointed.

"Oh, no, honey… that's the Oakland Bay Bridge… way over there is the Golden Gate."

Our plane was swooping down low and I saw the beautiful bridge as we flashed by it. Soon we landed.

"I love the view from the top of the Mark," Gilda said, as we went through another round of drinks. Finally, she said, "Let's retire."

I knew she had sex on her mind. I could tell from that same nervous, anxious look men get when they get turned on and want to make it.

Later, in our bedroom, she stripped to the bare buff and walked across our room, glancing out the windows.

"This is a beautiful place," she commented, as she so obviously paraded her nude body for my benefit. I lay down and I hadn't been there a moment before she was on me. Her lips found mine, her tongue did its thing. Soon, she was sucking away like a hungry baby on my titties.

"You know I like you?" she asked, breathlessly.

"I gathered that," I told her.

"I'm helpless in your grasp… oh, lover, let's sixty-nine together. I've waited so long for this."

"But, Gilda, I've only known you a couple days."

"It has seemed like an eternity," she panted, "you do something to me."

"Apparently," I smiled.

Soon we were going to town. Her tongue stabbing my gash, and my tongue licking her pussy.

It didn't take me long to climax. Suddenly the overpowering truth about me flashed before me. I was a Lez. Gilda and I were soul sisters. We were meant to make love. It wasn't wrong, not when sex, kissing and sucking came naturally. It had to be right. We slept holding each other cradled in our crotches. When I awoke, Gilda said, "I've got a hard-on for you."

"Oh, have you?" I laughed.

Hastily she got off the bed, strapped on her dildo and returned. I spread, and her big plastic prick stabbed my cunt.

Our breasts touched, the thrills vibrated throughout my body. Our lips crushed on each other, our tongues found each other.

"Ohhhh, that's groovy," I gasped, reaching around to pull her thrusting buttocks to me.

"You like it?" she demanded excitedly.

"Oh, yes I do," I told her. "You give me a better fucking than all the studs who've driven their hammers up me put together."