3 comments/ 34864 views/ 15 favorites A Blow Job By: sexyR2 It is a real shame! I wanted to describe the entire process from you having a completely flaccid phallus up to when I taste your oh so juicy jism. However, your cock is already semi-erect. I guess that it had to be expected, you laying flat on you back on the edge of the bed, naked, with your legs spread, knees up and with me, naked, kneeling between those legs, hungrily eyeing your exposed manhood. I am so glad that I convinced you shave your genitals just as I do mine. I know that you enjoy the feeling of unencumbered flesh sliding and grinding upon unencumbered flesh as we fuck, and I enjoy not having to dig through a thatch of fur during times like these just as I know you do, as well, when you lap at my luscious honey-pot. Moreover, I know that you take a ribbing for it, for being shaven, at your health club, in the locker room. I love you for taking that abuse for me. Well, even though you are already hardening up quite nicely, we will just have to take today's action from here. However, we are going to take it slow, ever so slow and sensual, the way I like it. Yes, I know that you want to hurry up, let me do my thing, then run off to play soccer with your friends, but I have plans that include you playing with me today, not them! I slide my fingernails of both hands slowly, oh so slowly, and lightly, oh so lightly, back and forth across your abdomen just beyond your genitals. I tell you that it is hard to see what I am doing because my view is blocked. You always enjoy me making comments about your size, whether they are true or not. I look up and see you lift your head and smile at my comment, and then lay your head back down and close your eyes. I slowly increase the area across which I stroke the backs of my fingers, always avoiding the prize. I move them, so tenderly, along the fronts of your thighs. Then they move back, so gingerly, to your abdomen. Then I move them further, so gently, to your inner thighs, exposed by your spread legs. Then, again, reversing the route, my fingertips, so softly, trace back up to your abdomen, oh so tantalizingly close to that as yet untouched but now rapidly rising riding rod of yours. I again run the route with my fingers, abdomen, fronts of thighs, then deep between those muscular thighs, from nearly to the crease at the top of the thigh all the way out to just above those bent knees. I repeat this path, softly and slowly, gently and gingerly, over and over and over again. I take my time; we are both going to enjoy this for a long time today, lover. I hear a soft moan. I look up and see you concentrating on your pleasure. You lick your lips. You raise a hand and run your own fingers through your hair, knowing that I have forbidden you from touching either me or any place on your own body below your own neck while I perform my procedure. I know that I have your rapt attention and I know that I will keep it for as long as I desire to continue my teasing. You are a slave to your own passion and I now possess the power to direct that passion as I see fit. You are my capture and you know it as well. I subtly change from the backs of my fingers and fingertips to the fronts on my fingers, always maintaining the same slow motion movement, across abdomen, across the fronts of thighs, along the insides of thighs, always studiously avoiding touching your rock-hard ruler. Sometimes, I use all four fingers on each hand as I trace, sometimes, I use just one or two per hand. Your scrumptious scrotum, just as exposed and hairless from your tonsorial gyrations as the rest of your genitals, has contracted tight against the base of your body, holding your testicles firmly against you, those testicles, those balls, filled with my near-term future reward. The skin of your scrotum sack appears so strangely out of place, tight and crinkled, adjacent to skin now being stretched by your turgid tool. My hands, my fingers, no longer completely under my control, forsake their ministrations on your thighs and slowly move inward to that cutely striated sack. As I touch your scrotum, I see and feel you flinch. I know that you are ticklish there, but you had to know that my fingers where heading that way, you would have felt them tracing toward it along those sexy thighs. Anyway, I run two fingers, one on each hand across that compressing covering of skin. Another moan. I assume, no, I hope that you are the one moaning in pleasure and not me. I am enjoying this, but I want to be the instrument of pleasure, I want you to be the recipient. I move my head closer to your testicles. My lips touch you for the first time since we started as I gently kiss that beautiful pocket. I just wanted to place that gentle kiss and pull away, but my desires betray me. I, now, more hungrily and aggressively kiss your crinkled container. My tongue comes out. I press my tongue, hard and flat, against your scrotum as I lick it, feeling your balls against it. I engulf first one, then the other, wrapping my lips around them, repeatedly sucking them into my mouth, then using my tongue to push them each back out through my encircling lips, my hands having slid under your spread and raised legs, and around to your hips, holding you firmly as an anchor for my lust. I pull away and I replace my hungry lips and tongue with fingers of one hand again, those fingers now caressing a wet and slightly distended scrotal sack, the fingers of the other hand having slide from your hip bit having remained in contact with the skin of the underside of one of your legs. I am embarrassed by my rush toward bliss. I apologize. It will not happen again. Your extended pleasure is my goal. My fingers again proceed to tickle and tingle you. I sensuously trace the perimeter where your scrotum joins the rest of your body. As I do so, your excitement again draws those distended balls back toward you abdomen. I watch in fascination as you involuntarily tighten up again. You must be enjoying what I am doing; I have never seen your hard hunk as large and responsive as it is now, still having not been touched today. As I continue to stroke along the edges of your scrotum, now with the fingers of both hands, your hard cock involuntarily bobs upward away from me, then backward toward me, several times, as if frantically waving for attention. Not yet, you oh so desirous dick, your time will come soon, just not yet. However, I know what that twitching means, and to forestall the inevitable I press my thumb hard against the underside base of your yearning dick, right where the urethra widens and disappears inside of you. There will be no early exit for your juice today. I become fascinated by the geometries of your genitals. I now trace fingers along the top of the thigh, up to those cute little hollows that gap where your leg muscles and tendons disappear behind your abdominal muscles. As I do so, you again flinch. I have found another ticklish corner with which to tease and please you. I touch your now moderated member, but just to push it slightly aside, gently so as not to hurt it in its engorged state, as I lower my mouth to one of those hollows. I stick my tongue out and gently lick along that hollow, eliciting a stronger flinch, then a long exhalation of breadth by you. I sensuously wiggle the very tip of my tongue along the hollow, your moaning providing all the encouragement that I need. Do you like that, lover-man? You do not have to answer, because I know that you do. Besides, in your state, concentrated upon the pleasure that my teasing is providing, I am not sure you COULD respond. I pull back, having left a trail of saliva along the very top of one of your legs. I blow softly on the wetness. I can imagine how the cooling wetness makes your level of desire grow. I shift to the other leg's hollow, switching hands on your tempting tool, pushing it once again aside, but in the opposite direction. I again lick the hollow of this leg and then blow cooling breadths on that wetness. On this side, the hand that is holding your member aside is my dominant hand. I start to stroke your enticing cock, not even realizing as I do so. For several seconds, again fascinated by the way my body reacts just as much as the way yours does, I watch in rapt attention as my hand slowly moves along the base of your meaty manhood. I come to my senses. No, your cock does not get off that easily, not just yet. I move back down away from you, my fingers coming down to that tiny crease of flesh, between your legs and the bed, which represents the bottom of your tight ass checks. When I go down on another woman, with their fuller, plumper ass checks, I can usually place three or even four fingers on these folds of flesh, but your hard and toned ass prevents more than just a single finger form touching now. I touch and push, indicating that you are to raise your legs further to your chest, exposing your sexy anal sphincter to me and my administrations. As you follow my silent command, I now sensually stroke a finger, slowly and softly back and forth, from the base of your tighten sack to your tingly sphincter, the softer fleshy side of my finger tip on the way down, the harder nail side of my finger tip on the way up, caressing down, slightly scraping up. Was that an anguished moan that escaped your lips? Poor, poor dearest lover! Are you in such pain? I continue my rhythmic ministrations, all the time watching your anus involuntarily tighten and retract when my finger comes near. You men, you are so keen on treating our asses as the sex organ that they most certainly are, but you remain so afraid of your own. Well, today, darling man of mine, I am the teacher as well as the teaser. Just continue to lie back, and to learn and to enjoy. I lean inward again. Halfway up the upstroke, I replace my finger with the very tip of my tongue. I continue the upward movement, my tongue tip slowly reaching your scrotum. I am tempted, for an instant, to flatten my tongue and continue to lick upward, but I recall my loss of control from earlier. No, not today. Today is for you. I reverse my direction, downward toward your lesson. I can imagine what you are thinking. Am I really going to do what you know, for certain, that I plan to do? How will you react? I pay no attention. I continue, fraction of an inch by agonizing fraction of an inch downward, just the tip of my tongue touching, trailing saliva toward your tender territory. Occasionally, I stop and blow a caressing cooling breadth onto that saliva trail, sending shivers through you. Then I place the tongue tip again, and agonizingly continue to approach. I finally reach the keep. I rim around it with my tongue tip, moistening it for my next movements. I flatten my tongue and press wetness against it. Moans have been replaced by grunts! I must be doing something correct. I glance upward, distracted by movement. Your rock hard member is again tweaking of its own accord. I quickly repeat my thumb on the vein method from before, hoping that I am not too late. I press hard with my thumb. Please, please, do not orgasm yet. I always go too fast, causing you to cum too soon. I can feel waves contractions pulsing against my thumb. Three, four, five, six times they press upward against my thumb, but soon subside. I know that you feel blissfully relieved and relaxed, but I want more. The fact that nothing escaped from you, to me, means that it was not a complete orgasm. Hence, I continue. I have held my tongue flat against you during that last near catastrophe. I now press it inward until the tip violates your anal opening and probes inside, loosening your tightened anal muscles. Just the tip enters you. I try to flatten my tongue somewhat, then make it pointed again, back and forth, affording you the pleasure of my rhythmic reaming. I change to an in and out motion, again just a fraction of an inch inward and outward, but still a pumping motion. I change again, back to the flattening and thinning motion, then once more to the in and out motion. Slowly, you reach contentment. Slower still, you reach comfortableness. Finally, as I continue to alternate between my two methods, I can sense building craving. I withdraw my tongue and lick aggressively upward toward your neglected cock. As I drag my flattened tongue hard across your scrotum, I replace my tongue in your sphincter with my middle finger. First, just the tip as I tongue across your balls. Next, to the first knuckle as my tongue finally reaches the base of your delicious dick. Next, to the second knuckle as I lick your shaft as if it were an ice cream cone, filled with wonderful salty cream. Finally, I insert my middle finger all the way to the base inside of your ass as I bring my tongue to that hefty helmet head of your probing poll. As I lick the perimeter of your cockhead, my one hand holding your wanton wand in place, with a thumb pressed hard against the urethral vein, preventing further almost calamities, I start to pump my middle finger in and out of your anus. I know the rhythm that you like; I attempt to duplicate it. I run the perimeter of your smooth poll-helmet with the tip of my wet tongue, leaving a saliva ring. My finger pumping in and out of your now non-virginal opening, I flatten my tongue and repeat the circuit, rubbing the smoothness of your head, savoring every erotic fragment of its surface area. My index finger having joined its neighbor, pumping inward, spreading slightly and then withdrawing, and then repeating, I end my tongue tour of your tantalizing tool at the very tip of your now nearly purple pleasure dome. I lick the prodigious dollop of sexy salty-sweet pre-cum from your urethral opening and then press the very tip of my tongue between the fleshy folds, touching inside your urethra, attempting to extract more of that craving causing jism juice. A guttural grown! I glance up to your face, expecting to see you watching. I am rewarded with seeing your one arm thrown across your eyes, the other having been flung over your head on the bed beyond you, your mouth wide apart, your breathing a continuous panting, you chest heaving. I back away to exam my now captured cock-creature. Your shaft has stretched your skin to expose several thick blood veins bulging along the surface. Keeping my thumb in place, I move a finger along one of those veins. I marvel at the natural ribbing of such veins, pleased at the way they would feel sliding along the inside of my vagina. Your head is smooth. It glistens with the moisture that I have oh so recently applied over it. Its dark color beacons my onward. I rise upward from my kneeling position, bringing my breast within reach. I lean forward, my nipple of one of my breast nearing your cockhead. My hand pulls your cock slightly, bringing your dark sensitive hard head to my dark sensitive hard nipple. I rub one against the other. Shivers run down through both of us. I repeat the process with my other nipple. Another moan! Again, I am not sure if it emanated from you or me. However, I know that you cannot hold out much longer. I move back down onto my knees. My mouth again approaches your sexy sensuous shaft. I move my tongue to the flat sensitive crease at the bottom of your glandular glory. As my two probing fingers continue their welcomed assault on your anus, I start to stroke my other hand slowly up and down on your stupendous shaft. I start to circle my tongue in the tiniest rings, always touching the sensitive spot beneath your cockhead. I have always been gifted with being able to move various parts of my body at divergent rates. Here, I test that trick to the limit, my anal probing at one rate, my shaft stroking at a different slightly slower rate, my tongue twirling at a third slightly faster rate. You have no defense other than to enjoy this sensual entourage of sexual encroachment. You are gasping for air. I decide to, once again, lead you away from the brink. I too want your orgasmic explosion, but I want it to last. I want you always to remember this. I want you to know that only I can bring you to such heights of blissful pleasure. I stop probing, but I leave both fingers in place. I stop stroking, my hand held around your base, my thumb firmly against the underside of my pleasure poll. I back away from your glandular head, my tongue removed from your sensitive spot. I turn my head sideways and open my jaws wide. I will tell you later that I had to open them as wide as humanly possible, again to satisfy your vanity, but I DO open them rather wide. I pucker my lips outward and my mouth and lips engulf your tool shaft as far around as I can easily reach. I press my tongue against the soft urethral tube, now running across my rotated mouth. I return to the shaft stroking that my hand had been doing, this time using my lips and tongue. I run them from base to tip to base to tip, over and over. My hand with the two fingers in your ass has, until now, been palm down. Without removing either finger any more than a fraction of an inch, I slowly rotate that hand until it is palm up. I would like to think that this sensual slow motion activity was purely an act on my own; however, I have to admit that it was partially due to having to wait for willing acceptance of the rotation by your sphincter muscles. Slowly, however, they gave way and as I continued to rub my lips and tongue along your thickness, my other hand's thumb always in place to prevent prematurity, my anal probing fingers found themselves palm upward. As I reach your turgid tip once more, I move to engulf your shaft more traditionally, bottom lip and tongue against bottom of dick, top lip against top of dick, that dick aimed at the back of my throat. I pause there, my tongue smoothly, but now more rapidly, swashing and slathering saliva against your engulfed engorgement. I bend my two fingers that are buried in place in your ass upward. I probe for your prostate gland. I bet if more doctors used this technique for prostate exams, that more men would be willing to receive them, even upon every doctor's visit! As my fingers probe, I suddenly even violently force my head downward, lips and tongue pressing hard against your shaft, your grand gland deep paste my mouth, into my throat. You have always enjoyed my deep throat technique, and now that you have been such a good boy and willing student, you get your reward (and I get mine). I pull upward away from you until your cock is almost removed from between my lips, your shaft now covered with spittle. Again, I thrust downward to the base of your shaft, my lips and nose buried against your hairless abdomen. Again, I pull away, again, to the very limit without complete withdrawal. Again, downward, again, upward, over and over, as if I am fucking you with my mouth, as indeed I am. I repeated contract my fingers against your prostate and then release them. I continue to deep throat pump you cock into my expectant mouth and throat. Fuck my mouth, lover, fuck my mouth. Shoot your juice, lover, shoot it down my throat. Cum in my mouth, lover, give me what I want, what I need. I become a machine geared toward your building explosion growing inside of your genitals. My fingers pressing against your prostate, my head bobbing up and down on your tool, I crave to drink you down. I finally release my thumb from the task of confining your explosion. I move my freed hand to your abdomen. I press my nails against the skin of your abdomen. I scratch them along that skin, immediately leaving angry read welts in their wake. It is time for your reward now lover. It is time for my reward now lover. It is time for our reward now lover. I can feel you build. I can tell the last second further engorgement of your cock. Cum for me. Cum in my mouth. Cum down my throat. I want to taste you. I need to taste you. Shoot for me. A Blow Job for Brother William Being the wife of a Southern Baptist minister left me sexually frustrated. Whenever I tried to suggest we try anything other than the "missionary" position, I was chastised. I couldn't keep any kind of device in the house that might help out my unfilled sexual appetite, as my husband would search my drawers and purse all the time. He told me that the devil wanted my soul and that's why I was such a Jezebel. He told me that whenever I felt those sexual urges I should go to the alter and pray until I no longer felt the burning desires inside of me. Needless to say, I was in extreme need for sexual fulfillment. Our church was having its annual convention and my husband was working long, late hours. I spent time tending the house and garden. It was a particularly hot day and the sweat was rolling off my face down the front of my white blouse. My blouse was sticking to me and making me feel even hotter, so I shamelessly unbuttoned it and tossed it on the ground. How naughty I felt as my breasts were freed and the wind blew across my nipples. It felt so good, I couldn't stop with that. I slipped my shorts off and danced playfully around the yard in my satin thong bikini panties. The hedge was tall enough that someone would have to be standing on their tiptoes to see me. I grabbed the hose and turned on the water sprinkler. I hopped in and out of the water, squealing like a little child. The heat of the day continued to mount and I eventually just stood in the middle of the sprinkler, allowing it to keep my body cool. I slipped my hands into my thong bikini and massaged my clitoris hard and heavy until it began throbbing. At the same time, my husband was in the middle of a crisis at the convention. He had forgotten the folders he needed for the night's meeting schedule. He decided he couldn't free himself up to go get them, so he sent his assistant, William, to go get them. He gave William the key to get in, in case I had gone to run an errand. William pulled up to my house and knocked on the door. Of course, I didn't answer because I was playing in the sprinkler and couldn't hear a thing. William let himself in to the house. The first thing he saw when he looked through the patio door was me, in the sprinkler finger-fucking myself. He stood there in disbelief and then thought to himself, "I know the Reverend WON'T be coming home, I could just stand here and enjoy this sinful show." And enjoy it he did. He pulled a chair up, sat down, and unzipped his pants. After freeing his already growing hardness, he began stroking while he watched me. I was thrusting my hips as I brought myself to an orgasm. William stroked to each thrust. I must have frightened him terribly when I started walking toward the house. He couldn't move fast enough and when I walked in, dripping wet, there William stood with his hand around a stiff 9 inch cock. "Brother William," I gasped, startled at first. "Brother William, it looks like we are both in a sinful position here. Me, playing with my pussy and you playing with your, your really big dick." Brother William smiled as I said that, relaxing a bit. "Ms. Brown, I couldn't help myself. The Reverend told me about your ways, that you were the devil's curse to him. He has told me stories about the things you want to do." I walked slowly up to William. I removed his hand from his dick and kneeled down in front of him. "Brother William, my husband tells me I should pray at the alter when I am filled with sexual desire. I bow down now to do so and pray that you will let me fulfill my deep desires." "Ms. Brown," William said, "What do you desire?" "Let me show you," I said as I swallowed his cock into my mouth. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I could feel his juices beginning to ooze out. With that, I sucked even harder, pulling his hands down to my breasts. I guided his hands over my breasts and to my nipples. I helped him to pinch me until it hurt. I could feel that William was close to shooting. As he began to breath with passion, I pulled my lips off his swollen cock and began jerking him off onto my tits. The hot cum shot all over my aching breasts and I squealed with each spurt. As I cleaned myself and Brother William off with a towel, I made him promise me that he would cum back for more. A Blow Job for Daddy "You had better stop now, honey. I don't think it would be appropriate for me to come in your mouth. Maybe you should finish me off with your hand." My beautiful daughter took her mouth off of my cock and smiled up at me. "Well, Dad, it wouldn't really be a blow job unless you came in my mouth, and it isn't like it would be my first time. I've sucked off at least ten guys." "Well, if you really want me to," I said. Knowing that I was close and ready to come at any time, she sucked enthusiastically. Damn, she was good. I had never had such incredible head. She didn't bat an eye when I started shooting. The load had been simmering in my balls for three days and was enough for two men, yet she swallowed it with ease. "That was great, Dad. You have the biggest cock I've ever sucked and you gave me the biggest load I've ever had. Yum-yum!" I suppose I should explain how my daughter came to be on her knees sucking me off. Eighteen-year-old Carol had just finished her freshman year at a prestigious Ivy League school and was home on summer vacation. It cost me a fortune to send her to that school, but some of my investments had paid off so I could afford it. I wanted only the best for her. I had divorced my bitch of a wife two years previously. She was impossible to live with after she became an alcoholic. The experience left my psyche so scarred that I avoided women like the plague. My sex life, consisting exclusively of voyeurism and masturbation, could best be described as unhealthy. Shortly after Carol came home, I received a mail order I had placed for several porno tapes. I always broke in new tapes with lengthy masturbation sessions, so I loaded the tape into the VCR, stripped off my clothes, and stretched out on my bed. In Carol's absence, I had become very careless about closing my door. It was several inches ajar so that anyone passing by would see what I was doing. I don't know how I could have been so careless. Perhaps subconsciously I wanted to get caught. I stroked the length of my greasy cock as I watched several men and women mate in some very imaginative ways. I had been at it for about twenty minutes when a voice from behind my right shoulder said, "Dad, do you want some help with that?" I believe I may have had a very brief out-of-body experience at that instant. "Wow, look at them go at it," she said, as she pointed at the screen. "Now those people have the right idea. I sure would love to be in that pile with them." I quickly covered myself with a pillow, but the harm had already been done. "Dad, you don't have to be ashamed of masturbating. Sometimes I get so horny I rub my pussy raw. I would be glad to lend a hand. You've done so much for me that the least I can do is help you get your rocks off." If I hadn't been so unbearably horny, I would have sent her on her way and there would not be a story to tell, but my cock was doing my thinking for me. I didn't want to seem too eager and waited a couple of minutes before responding. "I'm afraid you might be disgusted by it, honey," I said. "No way, Dad. I've been jacking guys off since seventh grade. I love doing it. Please let me jack you off. It would be the biggest thrill of my life." I never actually gave her verbal consent; I simply moved the pillow aside. She sat next to me on the bed. When her soft hand encircled my cock, electricity seemed to course through my body. It had been two years since my cock had been stroked by someone else's hand. "This is really a beauty, Dad. I've never seen one this big except in porno. It is a shame that this thing is going to waste. You need to find a girlfriend to use this thing on. This fucker must be at least nine inches long. Wow! Now you just relax, watch the people fucking, and I'll do the rest. This is going to be fun for both of us." It seemed like a dream that I would wake up from at any moment. Incest was for rednecks in trailer parks, not for well-educated, refined, successful men like myself. Yet I did nothing to stop her. My brain, filled with eighteen years of academic schooling, shut down and my cock took over. The evil one-eyed monster was doing all of my thinking for me. It was obvious that my daughter knew her way around a cock. Her stimulation of the ultra-sensitive band of nerves just behind the head caused my legs to jerk like frog legs in a frying pan. I nearly went over the edge when she lowered her head and dropped a mouthful of warm spit on my cock to lubricate it. It was impossible to take in everything that was happening on the screen. A dozen people were involved in a variety of sex acts - gay, straight and everything in between. "You really have good taste in porn, Dad," Carol said. "That bitch with the strap-on is really hot. Did you know that I like girls, too?" My daughter's shocking revelation was the straw that broke the camel's back and my cock became a fountain. I came so hard that a gob of jism landed on my cheek. "Wheee, that's it, Daddy, fire away!" She jacked me almost painfully hard. My cum-cannon fired a volley all over my chest and belly. It was an orgasm unlike any that I had produced with my own hand. My daughter's gleeful reaction made it all the more intense. She continued jacking me even after the fireworks ended. "Damn, Daddy. I've never seen anything like that before. You should be making porno movies. You came like a fucking horse!" Carol brought a towel from the bathroom and dried me. "I'll be glad to do you every day, Daddy. Even two or three times a day. As many as you need." As she dried my cock, it began to harden. "My, my, what have we here? Daddy, you really are a lecher. It looks like I'm going to have to beat you off again." She didn't touch my cock that time. Instead, she jacked me through the soft cloth. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel. After Carol left, I vowed that I would have no further sexual contact with her. I shuddered to think what might happen when my cock started thinking for me. I doubted my ability to resist her ample charms. However, my resolve only lasted a few days. As I lay on my bed masturbating, I remembered how good my daughter's hand had felt on my cock. Her playful demeanor had made it all seem so harmless. I went to her room with my hard-on bobbing in front of me. She was lying on the bed watching TV in a skimpy bra and panties. She smiled when she saw me. "I was wondering how long you could hold out, Daddy. Come and let nurse Carol treat that swelling between your legs." She tossed aside her panties and bra and stood naked in front of me. It is difficult to find the words to describe her beautiful body. Superlatives like flawless and awesome seem to fall short. Her pear-shaped tits were small but perfect, with swollen nipples pointing toward the ceiling. The seductress arched her back to make the fruity orbs more prominent. My eyes were drawn to her sweet cunt, the jewel of her body. Only a thin strip of silky hair ran down her slit. She found some excuse to turn so I could see the perfection of her ass. My cock, now completely out of my control, bobbed a salute to the golden globes. "Daddy, I have decided that you deserve far more than a hand job. I will not take no for an answer. You are the handsomest man I know, and I am going to have my way with you." That brings me back to the beginning of my story with Carol on her knees in front of me, smacking her lips after tasting my essence for the first time. I was deeply ashamed of myself for my inexcusable behavior, but felt a little better when I reminded myself that she had been the initiator. The sense of shame passed quickly. "You know, Daddy, it really isn't fair that you are getting oral sex and I'm not. I think it's time for something a little more advanced." Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as she pushed me back and mounted me sixty-nine style. I watched in awe as her dainty cunt descended on my mouth. The tip of her clit had emerged from the hood and glistened like a tiny, pink pearl. She began grinding the soft flesh down against my lips. It had been a long time since I had eaten pussy, but I suppose it is like riding a bicycle - once you learn how, you never forget. I stuffed my tongue up into my daughter's fuck-hole and swirled it in circles. I traced wet circles around her prominent button and then slashed my tongue down her slot all the way to her wrinkled anus. I made numerous round trips between her ass-hole and her cum-trigger by various routes, left side, right side, and creamy center. Carol began humping my mouth so vigorously that she flossed my teeth with her cunt-hairs. I had seen porno queens who seemingly had the ability to ejaculate but I had thought it was a trick until then. Carol's juices spilled down my flushed cheeks and dripped off my chin. I gave her lovely tits a squeeze that triggered another orgasm. Carol took my drooling cock from her mouth and began licking it like a popsicle. Delightful obscenities streamed from her mouth in between licks. "Oh, Daddy, I love your beautiful cock. It tastes so good. Give me some more of your sweet juice. I want to eat the same stuff that made me. Make your cock shoot in my mouth, Daddy. You can try to hold it back, but I will get it sooner or later." She finished the lewd outburst, took my cock back into her mouth, and sucked like a whore trying for a big tip. Where had she learned to suck a cock so skillfully? I struggled to hold back, but I was losing the battle. Carol humped my mouth frantically as she succumbed to one orgasm after another. I triggered a strong one by pulling on her nipples. Her moans rippled through my cock. All of my senses were overwhelmed. She retched as I shot my load against her tonsils. We both went into such violent orgasmic convulsions that I don't know how we stayed connected. The storm gradually passed and she lay heavily on top of me, her chest heaving against my belly. She turned around and snuggled against my hairy chest. "Wow, Dad, wherever did you learn to eat pussy like that? You nearly sucked me inside out. I just love your cream. My God, there is so much of it. I've never gotten so much out of a cock. Your second one was as juicy as your first." "How many people have fucked you?" I asked. "Oh, Daddy, you don't want to know that." "I always thought you were so innocent, but it turns out that you are really a little slut. As your father, I should be outraged, but I'm really only excited and curious." "You should be glad your little girl is a slut, Dad. If I wasn't we wouldn't be doing this. You will have to fuck me, you know. Neither of us will be satisfied until you have speared me with this big, beautiful cock." My cock, still glistening with her spit, was stretched out on my belly like a snake sunning itself on a rock. She ran her fingertips down the underside to my balls, traced a figure-eight around them and then made her way back up to the head. She repeated the technique until my cock began to rise. "It works every time," she said with a giggle. My prick was soon hard enough for her to stroke with her fist. "Carol, I don't think it would be proper for us to fuck," I said. "Maybe we should just stick to what we have done so far. I can't see any real harm in hand jobs and blow jobs. Fucking is something entirely different." "Daddy, if you won't fuck me, I'll fuck you!" She suddenly mounted me and impaled herself on my cock. She grinned down at me as she lowered herself until the twin globes of her ass were against my thighs. "How does it feel to have your cock in a tight pussy again, Dad? Now aren't you glad that I took the initiative." Her cunt became slicker as she posted up and down on me. "I exercise my pussy muscles every day, Daddy. How do you like the way it feels?" She giggled as she clamped down on my cock. "I bet Mom couldn't do that, could she?" She was right. Neither her mother nor any other woman I had fucked had had that ability. Each time she lifted her sweet ass off of me, she tightened that wonderful cunt. The tightness was like a hand job, the wetness like a blow job. It was everything combined into one act. Carol bent forward and swung her tits back and forth against my face. "Come on, Dad, I can tell by the way you are staring at my tits that you're just dying to nurse on them." I grabbed a tit and began sucking. The nipple was swollen like a tiny cock. I filled my mouth with it, the aureole, and as much of the surrounding tit-flesh as would fit. "That's the idea, Dad. Get it all in your mouth." After twenty minutes of her riding me, I said, "I'm ready to get on top now, honey." She rolled off onto her back and spread her legs wide. I hooked her legs in the crooks of my arms to hold them back and stabbed at her pussy until my spear found the target. She sucked in her breath as I sank most of my shaft into her. "Oh, yes, Daddy, that's it. My pussy has never been stretched so wide." Carol huffed and puffed as I relentlessly fucked her. I was determined to screw her better than she had ever been screwed before. Her sharp fingernails raked across my ass, not hard enough to draw blood but certainly hard enough to get my attention. I smoothly propped her legs on my shoulders and pinned her wrists to the bed. "Oh, yes, Daddy, I love to get fucked like this. Nobody has ever fucked me this good. OH, DADDY, FUCK ME HARDER. RAPE ME, DADDY! YOU'RE MAKING ME CUM AGAIN. SHOOT YOUR HOT CUM INTO ME! OH, YES, UHU..UHU..UHU..UHU..I'M CUMMING!" The Kegel contractions in her cunt pulled my trigger and I shot my load into her. My orgasm was just as intense as the others, perhaps even more so. I shrugged Carol's legs off of my shoulders. She planted her feet for leverage and bucked up against me. Our bellies slapping together sounded like an ass-spanking. Our convulsions gradually subsided and we lay quivering in each other's arms. A moment of almost unbearable self-loathing came and went. I rolled to the side and we lay in silence, staring at the ceiling. Both of us were gasping for air like fish out of water. When our bodies and minds recovered somewhat, Carol said, "Daddy, do you know what my best girlfriend always says? She says that a girl isn't truly a slut until her father has fucked her. I guess you could say that you have made a true slut out of me." "Carol, we can't do this again. It just isn't right for a man to fuck his daughter. We must put this behind us and never mention it again." She slowly began stroking my cock and I did nothing to stop her. How weak I was! "Don't be silly, Daddy. How long do you think you could hold out? And anyway, you've got one more hole to fill." A Blow Job As I reach a full upward extent of my head pumping motion, my lips pressed firmly around your shaft, I feel the first pulse. Not wanting to miss a smidgeon, I immediately engulf your entire shaft as pulse after pulse of surprisingly liquid cum escapes from you. I knew, when I felt those pulses earlier, against my thumb, that you had really climaxed in all but final action, and this lack of thickness is the result, but that is how it is, I still enjoy the flavor. I let each pulse shoot against the back of my throat. I fight the urge to swallow, rather letting your running joy juice to drain down into my mouth. When you, at last, pump your last, I open my mouth, keeping your still harden he-tool loosely encased and I let the combined juices of my saliva and your jism drain downward onto your genitals. I then release you cock, letting in bounce against my cheeks and nose as I proceed to lick those juices back up. I lap at your discharged testicles, I lap at your assaulted abdomen, I lap at you suddenly re-hardening rigid weapon. You have cum, as far as I am concerned, for the first time today. I climb up onto the bed and onto you. My legs splay outward astride your stomach, my sopping wet and exposed slit just inches away from your man-tool, my breast, with their rock rigid nipples pressing firmly against your muscular torso, I kiss you passionately, our tongues mashing together in a war of wanton lust, them joining together in a ecstatic exploration. You are getting re-excited enough that I know that I am now in for the ride of my life. Now, silly boy, aren't you happier that I decided to keep you here to play with me as opposed to letting you go play with your soccer friends!