Debbie Jones: Daddy And Me

"Got your ticket in your hand?" Daddy asked me as he finished checking our luggage in.

"Here it is," I smiled, holding up my ticket.

"Good," he nodded, "we can't afford any foul-ups. Now let's go to our waiting section because we should be boarding the plane any minute."

We found it at the far end of the enormous lobby, and slumped exhaustedly into the chairs where we were supposed to wait. At last they announced, "Flight No. 456 to Mexico City now loading."

"That's us," Daddy said, rising. He walked quickly to the man taking the tickets and checking us off on the flight list. We walked through a brief tunnel and right onto the huge jet. Soft music was playing and stewardesses were handing out magazines and newspapers.

About fifteen minutes later, the doors were closed and the great engines were turned on. We taxied around the field for a few minutes, and then the engines gunned for the take-off. At last we were in the air. I looked back to see Chicago spread out below, and Lake Michigan looked so blue, so beautiful. I could see buildings I knew.

"There's the Wrigley Tower."

"See the Merchandise Mart?" Dad asked.

"Yes… and over there is Prudential Tower… " After we had climbed to what the voice on the speaker said was 30,000 cruising altitude, they took our orders for dinner. Flying was always exciting to me. Yet, I didn't dare think of Mom's fiery plane crash. Daddy and I vowed never to mention it again for as long as we lived.

I fell asleep after dinner and then I remembered, waking up as Daddy nudged my shoulder.

"We're arriving, honey," he whispered just as the voice on the loud speaker system informed us. "We're arriving in Mexico City. The temperature is seventy and it is nine p.m. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and that you will travel with us again when you fly south of the border, down Mexico way."

"Oh, look at the lights," I gasped in happy surprise. Spread out before us on a thousand hills were shimmering lights, glistening in the black velvet night.

"It is beautiful," Daddy smiled softly. When we got off the plane, a taxi sped us to our downtown hotel, the Bamer, situated right across from the beautiful central park of downtown Mexico City.

We had a room on the fifteenth floor. I stepped out on our balcony and looked at the lights shining in the park, the traffic surging far below, and then Daddy asked, "See that white pillared building to the right of the park?"

"Oh, yes, the one that's all lit up."

"That's the opera house. We're going to see the Ballet Folkloric there tomorrow night."

I threw my arms around Daddy, hugging him close to my body. Instantly, I felt his huge peter pressing against me.

"Oh, Debbie, you're driving me crazy," he panted, as he got the wild look in his eyes, and his mouth once again crushed against my lips, his chest pressed hard against my breasts. I couldn't push him away, he'd done so much for me, bringing me all the way to Mexico City to show how much he loved me.

His tongue found mine. Faster and faster our hot tongues flicked up and down in our tongue-sex-prelude.

"Let's undress and do it now… before we go to see anything. I've got to have you."

The intensity with which he spoke told me the urgency of his feelings. Swiftly I stripped, and he undressed just as quickly. His huge pecker was standing up rigid, ready, anxious.

Walking to him. I instantly dropped to my knees. How I loved to see him from this angle. I reached out, pulling his thick member to my mouth.

"Debbie, you do love me, don't you?"

"You bet I do," I told him, thrusting my tongue out to lick on the head of his beautiful prick. He slid it in slowly, pulling it out and shoving it back. I got a charge out of watching the huge thing slide way out, then thrilled to his giving it back to me again.

"Suck it, honey," he panted, "Suck Daddy's dick… ohhhh, lover, I need it… suck… suck."

At this point, his reserve vanished. He was becoming frantic as he fucked. Ramming the whole thing down my throat, he reached down to grip my head and hold me impaled over his penis.

"Suck, suck, suck that cock," he gasped, driving his meat all the way down my throat unmercifully…

"Ohhhhh, I love it, I love it," he moaned as he thrust it fiercely in and out.

The smell of his crotch, the sweat pouring down his body, the feel of his fingers in my hair, all added to the enormous delight I was taking from sucking him off.

"Suck it, suck… ohhhh,. ahhhh, suck my prick… suck"

I knew such huge thrills could never last long. Yet I wished I could hold back time, so I could stop the clock at this most thrilling moment of sex I'd ever known.

"Ohhhh, baby, I'm shooting, I'm there… don't stop now… eat me… eat my stuff," he demanded, as his penis shot its thick creamy load of cum.

I reached out, and with my full hands squeezed his buttocks towards me. He always loved it when I gripped his ass.

"Suck it clean, honey… get that juice, lick it all up, baby… suck Daddy's dong."

His dirty-talk always turned me on. I was trembling with excitement, as I slid off my true love's penis. I collapsed in a heap on the floor.

He picked me up and carried me over to the bed. As I lay on the bed, I looked up at him and worshipped him.

"Kiss me, Daddy… kiss me," I begged. He lay beside me and, wrapping his arms around me, started kissing. He kissed my face, licked my lips and tickled my ear with his tongue. Marve was nothing compared to Daddy. Marve was coarse, crude and knew so little about how to make a woman sexually satisfied, I found myself wondering why on earth I ever let him fuck me in the first place.

"Eat me," I sighed, "Oh, Daddy, eat my box."

"I got something to make it nice," he grinned, walking over to his suitcase. I watched as he leaned on an elbow to see what on earth he'd brought with him.

"See," he smiled, holding up a small plastic container. When he got closed, I saw the words honey, written in red. I couldn't figure it out.

"Why did you bring that along?"

"Just wait and you'll see," he smiled knowingly. He reached down and put the nozzle of the yellow plastic container in my slit, and squeezed.

"That feels funny," I giggled.

"But it tastes so good," he laughed, licking his lips dramatically.

"Oh, I get it… you're going to eat honey out of my box?"

"That's right, baby doll," he smiled. When I was properly squirted with honey, he crouched at my crotch. Eagerly he licked along my sweetened little slit, and suddenly he slid his tongue in my twat and went to town.

"Oh, Daddy, I love that, I love that," I gasped as his tongue twirled around in my snatch. He flicked it back and forth with such speed I gushed. My cum mixed with the honey and, judging from the way he dove right in, it must have tasted mighty good to him.

"Suck me, Daddy, suck me," I stammered as his wild tongue did its beautiful thing in my hot, honey-coated box. When he pulled off me, I told him, "Oh, Daddy, ohhhh, that was beautiful."

Licking his lips, with satisfaction, he grinned, "let's go out on the town."

"I'd love to… this is the most exciting night I've ever lived."

"You know something?" he glowed.

"I don't know anything," I laughed.

"Well I sure know tonight was the most fun I ever had," and then he hugged me tightly, kissing my hair gently.

We got dressed and went to the top of the Latino Tower for dinner. Once again, the lights all around the city thrilled me. After a fabulous steak, green salad and dessert we went back to our room.

The next morning, we took a taxi out to the pyramids. The huge, old Aztec monuments to the Sun God, and the Moon God fascinated us both.

"They used to take a young girl to the top of that one," Dad pointed, to the Pyramid of the Sun, "and chop her heart out as an offering to appease the angry gods."