"Do me, Daddy!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Ron)

CHAPTER TWO

And he took them.

His mouth covered mine, tongue jabbing inside with a fierceness that made me shiver, and I wrapped him around with one of my bare legs, tying myself to his body in a knot I never wanted undone. My cunt rubbed back and forth across the front of his shorts and I felt his cock stir to renewed life inside. I could feel the heat through the fabric of his underwear and it made me ache to see and touch his bare, throbbing tool just one more time.

But that wasn't up to me, it seemed. Roy – it seemed silly to be thinking of him still as "Uncle Roy" – forced me onto my back and he stretched his long body atop mine. One of his legs jammed between mine and the skin of his thigh massaged my pussy till I was itching wet and ready for screwing.

He lifted his face from mine, tongue slipping out to give my lips and chin a doggie-bath. It was soft and wet and just a bit raspy, and when he used its tip to tickle the edges of my mouth, I couldn't keep from moaning.

"It feels so good," I sighed, my arms around his neck. "Don't stop, please don't stop!"

Stop he did. His tongue left my mouth and began to trace a damp line down my neck, onto the curves of my boobs. My titties are small, shaped like little cupcakes, pointy at the ends. Sometimes I wish they were big and bouncy like Mom's but you can't have everything. Roy's mouth dropped onto the left tit, and it seemed to fit him perfectly. His teeth clenched slightly, digging into my tender flesh, and I sighed, making my tits rise a little, pushing them all the more into his mouth.

He held them firmly, chewing in a manner that had me scratching and clawing the bedspread, and his tongue flicked back and forth across the increasingly stiffened nipple, maddening it, making it thrust out ever farther, ever harder. When he had my nipple hard and my tit-flesh aching, he drew his mouth back and began to roll my pap between his tightened lips. At the same time his hand fondled my other tit, keeping it in a state of excitement as I waited for him to suck it, too.

It was like my wildest dream come true. All my sex experience had been with boys, my own age or a little older. Sure, it was fun, and I'd learned a lot, but all those boys had been interested in was getting a hard-on, shoving it into me, cunt or mouth, and humping and pumping till they'd squirted out their load. I liked it, in a way. There's nothing like the feeling of a good, hard cock wedged in your pussy or lying hot and throbbing on your tongue, unless it's the blasting shudder when that same cock suddenly bursts apart and floods you with a river of cum.

But I'd read books, and I'd talked to other girls, and I knew there was more to sex than being a receptacle for some guy's jism. What about me? I had orgasms when I fucked, but I had better orgasms when I played with my snatch. Wasn't I entitled to more comfort than that?

By God, I was getting it now!

The action of Roy's mouth on my tit made me so damp in the crotch I wondered for a moment if I'd pissed myself in excitement. While he sucked my boobs, I slid a finger down to my gash and sopped up some of the drippings. It wasn't piss – it was only my joy-juice seeping out of my cunt more profusely than it ever had before.

And still he mouthed my nipples, his head shifting from tit to tit as the notion struck him. I could see his gentle teeth marks in my flesh, little indentations around the pale pink of my areolas, and there was a lonesome, hungry want in my cunt, a void that needed filling.

"Roy," I purred, silky-voiced, silky-bodied, "don't you want to fuck me now?"

He didn't answer. He made a half-turn on the bed and his mouth left my titties, moving down my tummy in little nips and bites that made me ache in response. For a moment his tongue prodded into my navel, then licked an endless circle around the rim, and I thought I'd come right then.

But I didn't. At least, not a big, shattering come. My pussy got warmer and tingled, and I felt a little shudder of excitement around my clit, but it was just the kind of good feeling a girl gets when she washes her crotch a little too vigorously in the tub. There was plenty more.

Uncle Roy touched my cunt with his fingers, tracing the tight, narrow line of my slit. I don't have much of a beaver, and most of it is a very pale blonde, so he didn't have any trouble seeing the pink line of my gash. His hand moved up and down, tickling my snatch till I opened my legs wide, and then he slid a finger inside my open split. When he touched my slick, rosy gash, I wanted to scream. The rasp of his stubby fingernail sent me into a whining mingle of pain and pleasure, and when he poked at the nub of my. My ass bounced high and I didn't know whether I wanted him to let my clitty alone or pinch it till it turned blue.

He pushed my ass down onto the bed again and he spread my thighs a little wider than I found comfortable. I whined at him to go easier but I don't think he heard me. Keeping my cunt split with his fingers, Roy moved his head into it, that tongue of his thrust out like a big red cock.

I felt it brush my gash the same way it had sloshed my face and I knew I was in for a fantastic cunt-lapping. My hands moved of their own will to grab his head and pull him into my twat, and Roy rolled with the command. His tongue seemed to be as long and as limber as his cock. It speared its way between my cunt-lips, into my hole, and a hell of a distance up inside. And when he got his tongue into my cunt, he wasn't content merely to leave it there. He used it like a prick, reaming my cuntal sheath fore and aft, making my pussy, if anything, wetter than it already was. He must have slurped up a gallon of Jenni-cream as he licked my snatch, but if it bothered him, he didn't mention it.

Once upon a time I'd thought only girls knew how to eat pussy as well as Roy was eating mine. Or at least that's what a girl friend used to assure me while she took a breather between munches at my muff. At the time I thought she was right, because none of the boys who'd sucked my snatch had ever done as well as she could. Now I was beginning to rethink that position.

By the time he got around to nibbling my clit, I was beside myself with horniness. I wanted to do something – it seemed obscene and selfish for me to be lying here moaning while he did all the work – but there wasn't anything I could do. I tried to pull down his shorts, intending to suck his cock just a bit, but he was lying at the wrong angle. I could get his shorts down and I could touch his dick, but there was no way I could twist and stretch myself enough to get my mouth on it. So I settled for second best. Once I'd bared his ass, I began to lick and bite its hard muscular surface, my tongue drifting into the crack to make teasing inroads upon the tiny puckered hole of his bung and the base of his nuts.

That seemed to be a satisfactory substitute. Roy's mouth went on overtime when I started kissing his ass, and his tongue flogged my clit with ever more rapid strokes. Good was good, I thought, and I squeezed up a big handful of his cock, at the same time trying to work my tongue into his asshole. He was a very clean man, and I got only the faintest, slightly tantalizing taste of shit as I sucked at his butthole. The flavor seemed to stick to my tongue, spurring me to prong him all the harder. Roy's butt twitched at each tongue-swipe and I knew, from that and from the mumbled encouragements he whispered into my muff, that he was enjoying the receipt as much as I grooved on the delivery.

He was rubbing his lower front teeth across the stub of my clitoris when I couldn't take it any longer. My head felt chilled, from crown to chin, and my eyes swam deliriously, and my pussy began to throb uncontrollably. I must have pumped his mouth full of my twat-cream, and I heard him slurping as I jerked and writhed into his face.

My hands and face fell away from his ass – I didn't have enough concentration to continue. Roy rose to his knees beside me then, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He looked like movie film projected at two frames per second – jerk-jerk-jerk – from one motion to another, or was it that my own system had slowed down to a crawl as my hips convulsed in orgasm?

"Hurry," I said, astonished at how slowly I spoke the word, as if it had five separate syllables, one for each letter. He smiled down at me, throwing aside his shirt. I watched it flutter through the air, and when I looked back at him, he was completing the task of removing his shorts. I'd pulled them down far enough to let his cock spring free and his ass-cheeks shine.

But seeing him naked, then, to see all of his body, threatened to cap the whole affair. Uncle Roy was, quite simply, all man. He was broad-shouldered, narrow-hipped, and there wasn't an iota of wastage or flab on him. Anywhere. Least of all in the big cock that rose stiff and fierce as a red dragon from its curly mat of crotch hair. I saw him take that cock in his hand and I sucked in my breath, tasting its cummy hardness once again in my mouth.

"Are you going to fuck me now, Roy?" I asked, my voice strangely distant.

He flushed, as if he had suddenly grown angry, but it was only the pressure of the lust boiling inside him.

"I'm going tofuck you!!" he bellowed in reply, and, still holding his cock firmly, he threw himself upon me.

I screamed and my knees came up. Roy's body pressed down upon mine, crushing the breath out of me for a second, and he was struggling to get his cock into my uplifted snatch.

"Oh, Christ!" I whined, shifting my ass on the bed to help him shove his cock inside. My legs shot into the air, toes kicking towards the ceiling, and now I was as exposed as I could ever be, the red mouth of my snatch splayed wide for his hard prick.

He got the tip of his rod against my cunt-lips and he began to push. When I felt my labes part and let his knob work between them, it seemed that I went blind for a quick moment. My eyes were as open as my twat, but they couldn't see a Goddamned thing, not even his gorgeous face hovering only inches from mine. There seemed to be an enormous lump forming in my throat, spreading as if it wanted to fill every empty space inside my body.

God, his cock had been big in my mouth, but now, in my cunt – it was enormous! I'd never been fucked by a boy as massively hung as Roy was, and for a sickening instant I wondered if I hadn't overreached myself. Was his cock too big? Would he tear out my guts if he ever got that dong all the way inside my cunt? I'd talked a big fuck to him, when I was putting on the make, but now when the chips were down, could my pussy match my mouth?

He felt my tightness. And he hesitated. With just the head of his dick holding my snatch open, Roy paused as if he were weighing the alternatives. I knew what he must have been thinking. I was wet, I was hot, I'd already come once into his sucking mouth. And still it seemed that he was too large in the peter department for us to share a good fuck.

Make no mistake. Uncle Roy had been shy and slow about getting down to it, but right now he had a definite case of the hot and hornies for me. The taste of my cunt juice had obviously removed any trace of doubt about my status as an available piece, and my legs were up to receive him willingly.

He struggled with me, a froth of spittle showing between his clenched lips, arid I wiggled, hoping that would splay my cunt helpfully. His prick stabbed forward, sliding into my cunt-hole just a bit deeper. Now most of his knob was firmly imbedded, and I felt as if he were ripping me apart.

My pussy was already stretched so wide that the effort made tears well up in my eyes, but something just as wet was dripping out my slit, too, and in another moment Roy's cock had begun to feel like a welcome visitor. He let his cock soak in my juices and then pushed again, a bit deeper, and I found out just how elastic my cunt really is. I could feel each vein that throbbed in the head of his dick as it slid farther into my twat, and there was a rushing in my ears from the excitement of knowing that we really could fuck after all.

My cunt-lips yielded without tearing. They spread gracefully for his cock and my clitty began to ring and throb passionately. Little spurts of pleasure fluttered like dart wounds in my brain and I knew that this screw was going to be better than good.

"You're tight," he panted. "Tight and hot."

"So use me," I whispered in reply. "That's what it's for."

My wish was his command. Uncle Roy pushed and my eyes rolled in their sockets and I thought I was coming again. My thighs rubbed his flanks as he moved assuredly, and I put my arms around him, discovering that he was as sweat-drippy as I was, his body as warm and tingly.

More of his prick slid up my cunt-hole. My heels were already in the air and I strained every muscle in my body to lift them even higher. But higher they went, and more of my cunt opened for him. We were getting to the hard part now. Almost half of his dick was in my snatch, and it seemed that, try as we might, he couldn't jam in another inch of his meat. I strained and grunted, and so did Roy, him pushing, me pulling, and still that pecker of his refused to budge. The lips of my twat were split to their widest, it appeared, and their widest wasn't wide enough.

"I don't think we can do it," he told me.

"You're too small."

"Like hell," I shot back, and I tied my legs in a knot around his body. With the leverage that gave me I began to pull myself onto his cock, moaning against the tight snugness which kept us from really getting together. It was ridiculous, I thought, trying to ignore the agony I felt. I'd taken him all the way into my mouth and the big apple knob of his dick had jingled against my voice box while I sucked him off. Sure, his cock was bigger than anything that had ever been up my snatch before, but both of us wanted his cock to be there and I could see no reason why it shouldn't be there.

Uncle Roy pushed, too, fighting as hard as I was fighting, shoving at me with his big cock, and I saw the sweat roll out in big bubbles through the pores on his upper lip. His mouth was set in a grimace and I wondered if he hurt as much as I did. But how could he? It wasn't him that was being torn apart.

Shit! I didn't care if it tore me apart! Even if it ripped my pussy into bloody shreds, I wanted his cock in me, up my cunt, fucking me to hell and back! I closed my eyes and tightened the grip of my legs and arms on him. Even if it killed me, I had to have his cock. Now!

And then I had him, his prick shoved into me balls deep as I screamed in sudden pain. My cunt felt as if it were afire, but he and I were belly to belly and his balls rocked upon my ass-cleft as we tried out our fit. Roy gave me a prod then, wiggling his cock inside my tight hole as if he wished to let me know that it was finally there. I think that was the moment I truly became a woman, having that huge dong of his stuffed all the way up my cunt, touching me where I lived.

Neither of us could speak as he lay quivering upon me. I held him desperately, never wanting to let go of this moment of beauty and love, and I didn't care if my cunt had been permanently ruined by his invading cock. Anyway, the pain was lessening with each second we clung together, and I was growing more convinced that he hadn't hurt me at all.

When he pulled back to begin fucking, though, I felt a sharp sting of hurt, and the sensible part of me, the part I try to keep repressed, told me to freeze up, to spare myself the woe of being pronged again. I told the sensible part of me to get fucked, which is what the impulsive portion of Jenni Wexford was about to do.

Uncle Roy stabbed home, filling my cunt up again, seeming to lift me right, off the bed with the force of his lunge. I whooped out loud and locked my legs in a hold that would require a mechanic to undo. We were sailing clear and easy now, my cunt opening to let his prick in, springing back elastically as he pulled away, and the two of us came together with the musical sweetness of squishes and crotch-thwacks. The bed was solid beneath us, but soft, too, a perfect mattress for a dreamy fuck, and if this wasn't dreamy, then I didn't know anything about fucking. Each time that long pole slammed into me, my cunt grew more mature, more knowledgeable, not to mention WET and HOT, and pretty soon the tracks were superbly greased for both our pleasure.

The best part of all was the way his knob bumped the end of my cunt on the deepest strokes. I'd never felt that before, though I knew girls who had, and it was just as exciting as they'd promised me it would be. When I felt his rapping knock at the end of my snatch, nervous shock waves twittered all the way from my pussy-lips to the top of my skull and back again. My whole body tingled with little needles of quivery sensation everywhere Roy and I came into contact. This settled it, I reminded myself. I'd forget about chasing boys. Men had so much more to offer.

This man was offering me a hell of a lot, and the best was that he could deliver it. I had no comparison to make, for no one had ever fucked me like this before. His body was on mine, but not crushing me the way an inexperienced boy nearly always does an inexperienced girl. His elbows and knees held most of his weight, letting me breathe freely and savor the joy of touching and being touched. We could kiss, too, while we balled, and I liked that because it let me tongue-fuck his mouth while he cock-fucked my cunt.

I played with that gimmick for a little while, stabbing him every time he stabbed me, but Roy was in a dominant mood it seemed, and before I knew it his tongue had gone upon the attack, forcing mine back into my mouth, following it swiftly. His big pink tongue thrust into my mouth and I began to suck it lovingly, just as lovingly as I'd sucked his big pink cock down by the pool. So he was giving me a double-fucking, cunt and mouth. If I'd thought of it at the time, I'd have asked him to ram his finger up my ass and get me in three holes at once. I really loved him.

I heard the phone ring downstairs and I cursed silently. There was no way I was going to uncunt Roy and run to answer it. His ears perked when he heard the bell going off, but I just shook my head. "Fuck it," I said. "And me, too, while you're at it."

He did precisely that. His fast cock-strokes didn't let up for a second, and I knew how a sidewalk must feel when it's being jackhammered by the road crew. My cunt ached from the size of the meal he was feeding it, but, glutton that I am, I pussied up all he could give and rubbed his tool up and down with clever little cunt squeezes in the hope that he might find just a bit more meat to shove into me.

I didn't realize how much we were moving around on the bed till my head slipped over the edge and hung upside down while Roy kept ramming my snatch full of his prick. His head moved with mine, and it seemed that his tongue was as far into my throat as his dick had been. Blood rushed to my temples and I had only begun to notice how uncomfortable this new position was when I was socked in the gut by an orgasm.

It was a big orgasm, unimaginably big. Two or three large economy-size comes must have combined together to make it. I couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't even moan out my joy. The room seemed upside down, then right side up, then upside down all over again. Uncle Roy gave me a quick pull that jerked me back up onto the bed, and he was still balling me. The heels of my feet rapped and danced on the flatness of his ass and the muscles of my twat began to milk his reaming cock.

His body seemed transformed into steel as I clutched it with my clawing fingers and scissoring legs. My nails scraped him, but it was like scraping a piece of iron. I could feel his knotty muscles, standing out like thick cords on his broad back, and the pace of his fucking doubled up. Our mouths weren't touching now, thank God, for my teeth were chattering and I'd surely have bitten his tongue in two.

Comes are all different. Sometimes they're warm and wet, friendly, even. Those are nice, and I can get them most of the time with very little effort, say by rubbing my thighs together in a certain way. Other times my orgasms are like firecrackers going off, a whole string of them, and, it feels like the Kentucky Derby is being run inside my cunt. Those are even nicer comes, and they don't happen very often. This orgasm was like the attack on Pearl Harbor, a real bomber.

I'd never come this way with a guy before, and it was like Columbus discovering America or Einstein discovering relativity. This morning I'd gotten out of bed assuming that I knew everything. I needed to know about fucking, and this afternoon I was finding out that I didn't, in the most exciting way possible. Roy was like a school for sex and I was a straight A student.

It was a minute or two before I noticed that he was still fucking me, that he hadn't gotten his rocks off yet. My eyes were rolling like dice on a table and my cunt made sucking noises as he stuffed me full of cock again and again.

I looked up into his strong, handsome face and saw what I was looking for. He was staring down at me but his eyes weren't focused. His lips were clenched and I could see his tongue lumping out one cheek. His face was a chalky white, and I could feel his meat beginning to swell massively inside my cunt. God, he was on the verge of blasting! And I knew that when he did, it would be an orgasm neither of us would soon forget.

It looked as if all the muscled of his face collapsed then, and that his features were turning into a jelly. Or maybe it was just my eyes malfunctioning. Remember, I was still climaxing myself, the prisoner of a delicious orgasm that promised to stay with me for the rest of my life. All I really knew was that his prick suddenly jabbed me long and deep, that it lunged hard into my cunt and stayed there, filling my tight hole with its ballooning length and thickness.

When I felt his cock explode, I realized that the super-groovy pitch of my creaming was nothing but a prelude. That big peter shook and burst inside me, boiling my guts with its hot scum, and I pulled myself up from the bed, wrapping him like a snake as I took the fuck-juice he offered. All I could think of was his big prick spraying the walls of my cunt with its sweet, tasty jizz, and I wondered how girls ever managed to enjoy fucking before the Pill was invented. He kept on shooting, gallons of cum at least, and I could feel trickles of it dripping from my hole as we clung and came together. He gave me enough goo to knock up a stageful of Miss Teenage America contestants but, thank God and the pharmaceutical industry, none of it fell on fertile ground. On the other hand, a fuck like this was worth a couple of pregnancies.

The muscles of my snatch milked his prick while it squirted, and I teased more and more of the steamy spunk from his balls. He must have been in sheer agony but he didn't show it. Instead he just kept that big peter shoved into my cunt until it quivered with dry heaves and began to wilt.

My pussy fought to keep his cock in place. The muscles contracted and rippled on his fuck-stick, coaxing it to remain hard, but nature is nature. His cock shrank and retreated down my cum-slick tunnel and slid out with a little popping squish that made me sigh in sorrow. And when his prick had left my cunt, the overflow of his jism rolled out like a tide, soaking my beaver and the insides of my thighs. I could feel it dripping, hot and wet and sticky, and I reached down to scoop it up in my hands.

It was a fragrant mess that I had on my fingers then, a combination of cunt and cock juice. Roy collapsed beside me on the bed, sighing heavily, and I gave him a big smile just before I scooped the gobs of our mixed cum into my mouth. I licked and sucked my fingers clean, and it was delicious.

"We make a good team," I smiled, fingering up some more of the spillage. "It tastes like gravy, our jisms. Here," and I offered it to him. He shook his head, giving me a funny look. I only shrugged. If it wasn't his trip, fine. But it was mine.

I put my fingers in my mouth again and sucked them lingeringly, pretending that it was really his cock in my mouth. But from the looks of his red, shrunken dick, he wouldn't have a hard-on again soon, and my fingers were a poor substitute in the long run.

"Next time," I said then, "let's try it with me on top. I think my ass is mattress-burned."

He took me by the shoulders and his face was more serious than I thought faces should or could be. "There's not going to be a next time," he said. "This is the most hideous moment of my life. If I had a gun, I think I'd kill myself right now."

"God help me, I let it become a game for me, too, and I did something I shouldn't have. All I want to do now is get cleaned up, into some fresh clothes, and out of here. I stopped in to visit your mother, but I don't think I could face Carrie now, not in a million years, not after this. I don't really think I'll be able to face myself in the morning."

What a bummer! I thought. We'd only fucked, but to hear him tell it, he was a prime candidate for the next Nuremberg trial session. Fucking wasn't a big deal – fucking the way he and I had fucked was a big deal, a good deal, too. I didn't feel guilty, but I wanted to have that dick of his inside my cunt again and soon.

"Shit," I pouted.

"Where can I wash up?" he asked, ignoring my sulk.

I pointed to the door of my bathroom.

"Shower's in there," I said. "Help yourself."

He went out. In a few moments I heard the sound of water running. Goddamned fucking shit! I thought angrily. There was a pack of cigarettes beside the room phone and I reached for it.

Just as my phone began to ring. It's on its own line, an unlisted number, too, so I was pretty sure who was calling. I lit the cigarette stuck between my lips and picked up the receiver. "Hi, Mom," I said.

When Roy came out of the bathroom, he was wearing his shirt and shorts again.

"Mom just called," I said. "Shell be home about eight-thirty this evening."

He colored when he heard it, and I wondered again just how much there had been to Daddy's accusations. How friendly had Mom and Roy ever gotten?

"She knows you're here," I added. "She wants to see you. Told me to tie you down if necessary."

The look of resignation on his face then was worth a hundred dollars cash.