"Daddy And Me" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jones Debbie)

Chapter 1

He parked the car in a secluded spot and lit a cigarette. He sucked the smoke, nervously exhaling and then pulled me to him, crushing his mouth on mine. His hand drifted down to my crotch. Soon he was fingering me. His touch electrified me. His tongue flashed inside my mouth as he began reaching under my panties. I twisted around, trying to pull away. His mouth moved down and suddenly he was licking and sucking on my breasts.

"Oh, baby, feel me," he begged.

The sudden urge to know him swept through me. I reached over, feeling the enormous bulge in his pants. His finger worked inside me quicker, the excitement mounting every moment.

"Unzip me," he panted excitedly. Slowly I unzipped his pants as his finger had me there.

"Pull it out," he pleaded. I knew I shouldn't, yet the overpowering urge forced me on. Even if he was my own father, I had to admit the truth to myself at last… he turned me on. I wanted to.see his big prick.

The huge, thick penis grew harder the instant I touched it. As it suddenly sprang to life, I felt myself coming.

"Ohhhhh," I gasped, "ohhhhh, Daddy you shouldn't do that."

"It's alright, baby, we dig each other; now go ahead and suck on it for me. Please, baby, I gotta' have it."

Bending over, I pulled his giant-size pecker into my mouth. He shoved.

"Suck on it," he demanded. "Suck my prick"

As my mouth slid over his penis I felt his hands on my head pushing me down. I thrilled as he rammed it to me, my entire body vibrating with passion.

"Ohhhh, lover, eat Daddy's prick, eat it up, eat it."

Suddenly I found myself sucking on his tool, the most exciting, beautiful thing that ever happened to me. Instinctively, my mouth glided up and down on his dong.

"Reach in and pull the balls out."

Reaching inside his pants, I eased his big nuts out. Once I had them on the outside, he demanded, "Play with them. Ohhhh, I like that… that's nice. Not too rough, just like that, now… I like it… now, suck it off… "

My body was still shaking as I continued sucking. I could tell Daddy was turned on all the way.

"Ohhhh, baby," he gasped excitedly, "lick the balls." Hastily I pulled off his pecker and swiftly applied my tongue action to his nuts.

"Suck each ball… that's it, take it inside your mouth, honey, and suck on it for Daddy."

Eagerly I slipped his balls inside my mouth and sucked. He got so hot, I knew he couldn't last long.

"Oh, baby, get your mouth back on my cock… you gotta' suck on it fast."

Letting his nut slip out of my mouth, I went back to eating his prick with sudden, hard jabs, he thrust his huge tool down my throat.

"Ohhhhh, that's it, suck, suck, suck it off, he cried, as he kept plunging his peter down my throat. Suddenly he threw both hands over my head, shoving me down to its base and thrust his manhood forward.

"Ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped excitedly. "Suck, suck on it suck… eat me, eat it up… ahhhh, ohhhh."

He shot a thick load of cum. I tasted it, loving every delicious shooting drop of his hot load.

"That's it, baby, suck it clean… "

I ate him, slowly licking off every last drop. Sliding my mouth off his delicious dong, I smiled up at him.

"You're beautiful," I told him bluntly.

"So are you, hot mouth," he grinned, patting me on the head ever so gently. I was sixteen years old. He was only thirty-three.

To look at him now, his thick penis standing up, his balls hanging out, he seemed like a newfound lover and not at all, like my father.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. Sorry? This hit me in the pit of the stomach. I'd just given him beautiful sex, and he had to spoil it all. I didn't answer, tears told him his regrets socked it to me, gut-level. Reaching down to me, he turned my face up to his.

"Debbie," he apologized, "can you ever for give your father?"

"For what?" I cried, pulling away from his genitals and sliding to the far side of the car seat where I burst into uncontrollable sobs.

Putting his penis back into his pants and zipping up, he finally reached over to try to console me.

"Honey," he said softly, "I don't want to hurt you."

"You wanted me… didn't you?"

"Yes… "

"Then why don't you have the guts to enjoy it," I blurted, the sobs still shaking my body. "Every time I wear my bikini your eyes light up. Tonight you came here for sex, didn't you?"

"Yes, dammit," he snapped. "Okay, so I'll admit it. You do get my motor going, but I can't wreck your whole goddamn life because you give me a hard-on every time I look at you."

"Wreck my life?" I shrieked. "Is that what you call our love? Something twisted, dirty, something you are ashamed of."

"No, no baby," he comforted, pulling me to his arms once more, and kissing me once again.

"I understand how much you must miss Mom," I whispered.

"I do miss her."

I didn't say another word. Mom had died in a fiery plane crash at Lake Superior where we had our summer cottage. She was flying in her brother's private plane. The engine caught fire. We were on the lake in our speedboat and watched in horror as they fought to get out of the burning plane as it circled around us and finally flashed into the water, sending them both to their death.

"I love you, Daddy," I smiled. "Love you so much it hurts."

He was silent. But I knew he knew what I felt for him. I understood all too well nobody could accept our love. And I knew they'd hold him guilty for seducing me, he was older. Yet when it comes to sex, now can anybody know exactly what passions were flashing through me at this terrible moment.

"We'd better head home," he said nervously looking about. I returned to earth at the thought of home. There was a sudden stillness in the air as he backed up the car and headed down the mountain road. Idle trees sprang into life before a storm wind, their branches waving wildly. The rain started to fall. And then a loud thunder clap, a flash of lightning and it came down in torrents, almost wiping out our vision. Dad drove through it without saying one word and when he finally pulled into our garage, I was very glad to be home.

"That was a rough drive," Dad admitted, as we walked into our house.

"I love the sound of the rain," I told him. "Makes me want to cuddle up close."

He didn't pick up my bold hint, I wanted to cuddle up to him. But, later that night, I slipped silently into his bedroom, and got under the covers. I had stripped so my nude body would tempt him into action. When he slipped his arm protectively around me, I realized we were both in the buff.

His lips crushed mine, his tongue finding its way into my mouth as we Frenched until I felt his pecker getting a hard-on.

"Daddy, let's sixty-nine," I finally whispered.

"What do you know about sixty-nining?"

"Plenty," I assured him. "What do you think we do at pajama parties-read comic books?"

I slipped my body around in the bed so that his big penis was even with my mouth, my pussy now facing his hot tongue.

"Oh, baby, you're beautiful down here," he gasped, hastily licking at my slit. Again my body trembled in delirious excitement at the touch of his tongue. Sure, some guys had eaten my pussy, but never like this.

"Eat my prick, baby, eat it up," he demanded hotly, this was what I had waited for. I wanted him begging for it. I pulled his moist pecker to my mouth. It quivered in my hand as I tongued its crown and slowly slid my mouth down around it and started sucking.

"Oh, suck it," he begged, "suck my cock off." I took the whole slippery prick into my mouth and let him pump it to me. Pushing my pussy in his face fast, I felt his tongue sliding inside me. He licked all around my clit and when he nibbled on it I thought I'd go out of my gourd. His hand gripped my buttocks. I thrilled as his tongue fucked my cunt and his pecker shot in and out of my sucking mouth.

"Faster, baby," he panted, "lick it… ohhh, take it all in, massage the balls. Ohhh, just like that. Suck, suck it, suck it off."

Eagerly sliding my mouth up and down on his pecker, I was bringing him for the second time in one night to a shattering climax. His mouth did its thing for my pussy, his tongue probing, licking, lashing-thrilling my body so much I kept on vibrating.

Suddenly I felt myself gushing. His eager tope lapped me up anxiously. Once he'd finished eating me, he begged, "Suck, suck that cock off… suck it, suck it off."

I sucked faster.

"I'm coming. I'm shooting my gun, baby, suck it now… suck it up… go after the juice, baby, eat it up."

Once more his exploding penis shot its hot load down my throat. Once more I gulped his delicious juice, massaging his balls as he shot his load to me.

When I finally slid off his pecker, I tapped his butt playfully. "I dig you, Daddy… ever fucking inch."

"Oh, lover, you've got the sweetest cunt this side of heaven," he chuckled. His arms wrapped around me and I went to sleep. When I awoke the next morning, he was already up and shaving. I hurried downstairs to fix breakfast.

"You're a good cook," he grinned, over crisp bacon, scrambled eggs and a steaming cup of coffee.

"Where will we go this summer for our vacation?"

"I haven't made up my mind," Daddy smiled, "but we'll have a good time wherever we go-won't we."

"Yes, we will," I smiled, turning on over the hot prospect of more fantastic sex with him.

He hadn't been gone five minutes before my steady honked his horn. Poking my head out the door, I called out, "Just a minute, Marve. Be right with you."

I rushed to get my things together and raced out to the car. On the way to school, Marve asked. "When are we going to make the orgy scene? Tom's invited us to one of his wild parties again this Saturday night."

"I don't dig orgies," I snapped.

"How do you know you don't?" he demanded.

"I just don't… "

"You'd go wild at an orgy," he smiled.

"What makes you say that?"

"Because you are oversexed, that's why!"

"Oversexed?"

"Didn't anybody ever tell you the truth about yourself?"

"No, Marve, nobody ever did-but you. Look, lover boy, how many cats do you think I've been screwing around with?"

"Plenty," he grinned.

"Don't worry about it," I told him tersely, and I felt my secret fears surfacing, when I thought about Daddy and me fucking up a storm.

"I'm not worried about you, sweetheart," he smiled. "I just figured you might dig passing the pussy around. I know some cats who could really give you a wild time."

"What do they do at an orgy?" I asked, my curiosity rising.

"What don't they do!" he chuckled.

"Go ahead and tell me," I insisted, as he pulled up on a side street not too far from our high school: "I want to know."

"Oh, just little things like three guys to one chick."

"How could they! Tell me, what do they do?"

"One guy gets a blow-job, while another drives it up her pussy, the third gives it up the asshole."

"You know," I laughed, "I can't help but wonder what all three sensations would be like, and at the same time?"

"I thought you'd be interested," he smiled, winking as he opened the door for me.

"Because you think I'm oversexed?"

"You read me right," he replied, "the way you eat my cock is downright dangerous. Some times, I'm afraid you'll bite it off in your anxiety to suck me off."

"Well, Marve, you always produce such a good load I just can't wait to eat you."

"I know, I know," he nodded. "Now, just imagine having four or five guys line up to feed you dick. How does that grab you, Debbie?"

"Groovily," I whispered as we walked to ward school. Suddenly I found myself torn between the beautiful sex Daddy and I had shared the night before, and my own hot desire for more sex. Marve knew me well. I was wild. I must go to the orgy. Daddy would die if he ever found out but he wouldn't have to find out I reasoned. Maybe I could learn techniques I could use to please him some more.

"When is the orgy?"

"Saturday night," he grinned, "pick you up about eight." He didn't wait for my answer, he was so sure I'd be ready. As he walked away to his class I stood there watching him. He was disgusting. Yet I dug him. He was a top athlete, rugged and a wild screw. Still-I didn't exactly dig the idea of him turning me into a orgy whore!