Date: Sun, 29 Mar 2015 17:07:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: In my Mouth, Daddy

In My Mouth, Daddy.

     "Have you ever sucked a cock, Daddy?" I ask.
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     Ten minutes ago, I'd crept into his bedroom, gently pulled the sheet
down and sat on the edge of his bed looking at his gorgeous body, naked
except for his blue cotton boxers, his chest and legs covered with dark
hair.  His cock was hard inside the underpants, and he was snoring quietly.
I leaned over and with two fingers, gently worked his cock out of the fly.
It stood proudly pointing up at the ceiling.  I simply couldn't resist
taking it in my mouth.  I rolled his foreskin back with my lips and licked
the head, already wet with precum, with my tongue.  The snoring stopped.
     "Oh, it's you," he said, opening his eyes and staring down at me.  I
gazed up at him adoringly. "I was having a lovely dream."
     "It must have been sexy, 'cos you're cock's hard.  What was it about?"
     "It's fading fast, but I was in a crowd somewhere with a lot of little
girls who were showing their knickers."
     "Was I there?"
     "No, darling, but you're here now, which is much better."  He loves
little girls in knickers.  At that moment, that was all I had on, white
cotton little-girl knickers.  I gripped his shaft and held it vertical,
admiring it.  "Stiff cocks are much more beautiful than limp ones," I told
him.
     "You say, 'cocks', plural.  How many have you seen?"
     "Don't worry, Daddy.  Yours is the only stiff one, but a few boys at
school have shown me theirs.  They were tiny compared with yours."  I
lowered my head and kissed the tip where my hand had bunched his foreskin
up.  I detected the tanginess of his precum.  I slid my hand down his
shaft, rolling the skin back, to be greeted by the exciting aroma of hot
cock as it arose from his wet glans.  I inhaled, deeply, excited by the
smell.  I wrapped my lips around the head and went to work with the tip of
my tongue.  He groaned with pleasure.
     "Oh, my sweet darling little slut," he murmured.  "You're such a good
cocksucker."
     "Thanks to you, Daddy.  You taught me everything I know."
     "You'd tell me if you sucked anyone else's, wouldn't you?"
     "Of course I would.  Would you be jealous?"
     "Probably, but I wouldn't be angry.  Oh, keep doing that!"  My hand
was sliding up and down his cock, masturbating him even as my lips
titilated the tip.  I rolled his foreskin up over my tongue, which I
swirled around the head.  He groaned.  "Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum any
second!"
     I lifted my head and gaze adoringly into his eyes.  "In my mouth,
Daddy, and on my face, too."
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     "You don't have to answer my question if you don't want to," I say,
"but I love sucking your cock so much and I wanna know if you'd feel as
excited as I do if you had a cock in your mouth."
     I'm lying beside him, his arm is round my shoulder and my head on his
chest.  I've taken off my knickers and used them to wipe from my face all
the cum that didn't go in my mouth.  My fingers play with his nipples.
     "It's okay, I'm gonna tell you.  Yes, I've sucked a lot of cocks, ever
since I was twelve or so, a couple of years older than you are now, and
yes, I do get excited, from the moment I first touch a guy's cock to the
moment when he cums."
     "Or you cum."
     "Exactly.  Sometimes guys like to suck me off.  Or we do it at the
same time, head to tail."
     "When was the last time you did it?"
     "That's a secret."
     "Go on, tell me."
     "Less than a week."  I think about what he's been doing for the last
few days, and who he's been with.  I think I know who it is.  No!  Not him,
surely?  But then he's so good looking, perhaps it's not surprising.  I try
to picture it in my mind, his cock buried in my Daddy's mouth.  Yes, it has
to be him.
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     So my Daddy enjoys sucking cock.  I knew it!  Then he must have always
been aware how much I loved sucking his, and why I'd been so eager, for a
long as I can remember, to get my hands on his enormous (or so it seemed to
me) dick.  I can't recall a time before he let me play with it.  It wasn't
that he forced me, or even had to ask me.  It's just that he never stopped
me or even tried to discourage me.  He wasn't doing anything to me, it was
I who was the instigator, always.
     I imagine that lots of little toddlers reach out and touch their
daddies' cocks at some point early in their lives, and their daddies push
their hands away and tell them that its naughty and they should never do it
again, and the lesson is learned, then forgotten about, but stays as a
taboo, never to be broken.  Not so with me.  I have no memory of our first
"sexual" contact.  Maybe one day I just innocently washed his dick when we
showered together, and it got hard and intrigued me.  Perhaps at some point
I playfully kissed it, as innocently as I kiss his fingers or his nose or
his chest.  And kids put things in their mouths all the time, so why would
his cock be an exception?  I do recall him sucking my toes when I was very
small and maybe that idea developed into . . . well, you know what I mean.
It now seems to me that I always knew that touching his cock, and then
sucking it, gave him intense pleasure and I wanted nothing more than to
make him happy.  I've no intention of stopping.
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     It's later the same morning, and Daddy says, "I gotta drive up to
London and stay the night.  I know you're old enough to spend evenings on
your own, but I'd prefer it if someone stayed with you overnight.  Who
would you like?"
     "Dave!" I shout.  "Dave!  It has to be Dave.  He's so cooool!"
     He grins.  "Okay, Dave it is.  I thought you'd say that.  He really
likes you."
     "And I really like him."
     "I know.  I've seen the way you let him look up your dress.  Do you
have a crush on him?"
     I may be blushing, I'm not sure.  "No, Daddy, it's just that he treats
me like a grown up.  And you know perfectly well that I let anyone look up
my dress, unless it's someone I don't like.  That's why I'm your darling
little slut."
     He chuckles.  "I'll call him.  What you gonna wear?"
     "The short sundress, the white one with the flared skirt."  It's a
Mexican peasant dress, strapless, cut straight across my chest, made of
flimsy white cotton with a lot of hand embroidery.  You can see my knickers
through it, but I'm still gonna give Dave a nice upskirt show.  There are a
million ways for a little girl to accidentally show off her knickers and I
know them all.  Dave's gonna have fun, but not as much as me.
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     It's not just sucking Daddy's cock that gets me so aroused.  He likes
a good hand job just as much.  Unlike this morning, when he came in a
couple of minutes, I like to indulge in a lot of foreplay.  He likes it
when I do a strip-tease for him, slowly removing my clothes like some
junior version of a pole dancer, until I'm utterly naked, then I sit on his
knee, pull his zipper down and put my hand inside, or slide my hand up the
leg of his shorts to fondle his package.  Other times, I sit on his face
and just gently stroke his cock while his tongue explores my little pee
pee, or even my little brown rose bud.  At times I let him take the lead,
quivering with delight when he runs his hand up my thigh until he can
stroke his finger back and forth between my legs.  One time, we stood at
the top of the village church tower, leaning over the parapet, waving down
at the emerging congregation, as he stood behind me, pulled up my dress and
put his hand down the front of my knickers to slide his middle finger deep
inside me.  It was enormous fun.  Another time, during a night flight, he
fingered me beneath a blanket as I wanked him off.  Sure, we left cum
stains, but by the time they'd be discovered we were long gone.
     And he likes me to pee on him in the shower.


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     Dave arrives just as Daddy's leaving.  "I'll see you guys tomorrow,"
he says, climbing into the car.  "Have fun."  Oh, we will, I think.  Dave
comes into the house and looks me up and down.  My dress barely covers my
bum.  I do a pirouette for him and the dress flares out, exposing my hot
pink knickers, not that they need exposing; they're perfectly visible
through the flimsy, white cotton.
     "You look adorable," he says, lifting me up by my waist so that I can
wrap my legs round him and my arms round his neck.  His palms go under my
bum, his fingertips in the crack of my arse.  I kiss him on the lips,
lingering until he lets me slide down.  I stand back and look at him.  In
just a T shirt, a pair of loose shorts that come only half way down his
thighs, and flip flops, he looks very handsome.  Is this the man whose cock
my Daddy sucked?  The idea makes my pulse race.  I take his hand and lead
him into the living room.  "I love your dress," he says.
     "That's 'cos you can see my knickers through it," I say, a smirk on my
face.
     "True, I can.  They're a nice colour."  I lift the front of my dress
up as high as it will go, so he can see them perfectly.  His jaw drops.  He
can't look away as I stand there for a few seconds, then I push him
backwards so that he flops on to the couch.  I stand up on the couch, my
feet bestride his thighs, so that his face is at my crotch.  Then I lift
the dress and pull it over the back of his head.  I push my hips forward so
that his face is right between my legs.  He tilts his head back.  "Oh, it's
nice in here," he mumbles, "nice and dark and warm.  I think I'll stay in
here for the rest of the day."
     I giggle.  "No, you can't," I tell him, stepping down from the couch,
"because now that you've looked up my dress, I get to look up your shorts."
I kneel between his feet and pull on leg of his shorts aside and peer into
the darkness.  I can see the edge of his white boxers and a cotton covered
bulge where his dick lies.  I think he as a bit of a hard on.
     "You're a bad girl," he says, grinning, but making no attempt to
thwart me.
     "That's what Daddy says when I look at his cock," I say, feeling
bolder by the minute.  "He calls me a bad girl and says I have to be
spanked and he puts me over his knee, lifts my dress, pulls my knickers
down and spanks me.  It doesn't really hurt, though."
     "Does he let you look at his cock often?" he asks.
     "It's supposed to be a secret.  I can't really tell you."  This is my
way of telling him that something is going on between my Daddy and me,
without actually spilling any secrets.  I give him a smile, then lie down
on the couch, my head high on his thigh, just an inch or two from where the
bulge in his shorts is growing.  Then I pull my dress up, pretending to
scratch my belly button, so that my knickers are in full view again.  I
know he'll like that.
     Now it's Dave's turn to be bold.  "Do you want to look at mine," he
says.
     I abruptly sit upright and turn to face him.  "You're gonna show me!
Cool!  Is it big?  Is it bigger than Daddy's?"  My eagerness is all over my
face.
     "How would I know?"
      I chuckle to myself.  Of course he knows how big my Daddy's cock is.
He sucks it, doesn't he?  I run my hand up his thigh, up inside his shorts
which are more than loose enough to accommodate my hand and arm, and feel
his balls through the cotton of his boxers.
     "You bad girl," he murmurs again.
     "Then you're gonna spank me?"
     "Later, my sweet.  Be gentle with my balls."  I know this.  Daddy's
balls like to be caressed very softly.  I take my hand out of his shorts,
pull his zipper down and slide my hand inside.  It immediately encounters
his cock, nice and stiff, lying vertical in his underpants.  He undoes the
top button of his shorts, lifts his hips and slides them down until they
fall to his ankles.  I pull his cock out of the fly of his boxers.  It's
just as big as Daddy's.
     "Oh, it's awesome!" I say, genuinely impressed.  "It's just like
Daddy's.  He's uncircumcised like you."  I start to stroke it slowly,
feeling its hardness beneath the soft skin, enjoying its warmth and looking
into his eyes so that he knows I love what I'm doing and that I adore him,
almost as much as I adore Daddy.  He puts his arm round my shoulder and
hugs me tight.  I'm doing what I love most, arousing a full grown man,
exciting him until he achieves orgasm and sprays his cum from the end of
his cock.  I slow down my strokes and take the end of his cock in my mouth.
     "Oh, sweet Jesus!" he groans.  "You've done this before, haven't you?
Who was the lucky guy?"
     I lift my head and look at him.  "It's a secret.  I promised I'd never
tell anyone."
     "It's your Dad, isn't it?"  He looks excited.  I smile, enigmatically,
saying nothing.  "It has to be your Dad.  He's always telling me how sexy
you are, not that I ever need to be reminded.  It's okay, Sweetheart, I
won't tell anyone, I promise you."  I feel his hand slide up the outer side
of my thigh and over my bum, then it moves round to my front and goes
between my legs.  "Your knickers are wet," he murmurs.  "You're enjoying
this, aren't you?"
     "I love sucking a cock more than anything, Dave.  I love it when you
grunt and groan and tremble, but best of all, when the end swells up and
you shoot in my mouth, I'm in heaven."
     "By 'you', I think you mean your Dad, don't you?"
     "You've sucked him too, haven't you?"
     He looks incredulous.  "He told you?"
     "No.  I worked it out.  I think it's so cool, my Dad sucking the same
dick I'm sucking now."  I go back to work on him, doing what I do best.
His hand slides down the front of my knickers and his finger goes deep
inside me.
     "Shit, I think I'm gonna cum," he groans.  "I wanted to make it last,
but you're driving me insane.  Any second now, my darling.  I'm gonna cum
in your mouth.  Aaaah!  Oh, fuck!  Jesus!"  I take the first two squirts in
my mouth, then lift my head and let the rest of it splash on my face.
Daddy likes that.  He's taken lots of pictures of my cum streaked face, his
jism dripping off my chin.  Dave's load is huge and by the time I've milked
him dry, squeezing the last blob on the the web of my thumb and forefinger,
my face is covered in glorious white love cream.  I lick the cum of my
hand, then look at Dave so he can see me swallow.
     "Yummy!  That tastes so good."  I lower my head again and use his
still stiff dick to smear the cum evenly all over my face.  Then I give him
a big smile of gratitude.  "Thank you so much, Dave.  That was so
thrilling."  He takes his finger out of my crack and, after sniffing it,
sucks it clean.
     "Oh, you've made me so happy, you darling little slut."
     "That's what Daddy calls me, his little slut.  I like being a slut."
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     After lunch, as promised, he puts me across his knee, lifts my dress,
pulls my knickers down and gently spanks me.  His fingers stray
delightfully over my bum and down between my legs.  Then he rolls me on to
my back, my knickers still round my knees and kisses my vagina.  I get so
excited I have to suck his cock again.  This time I take all of his cum in
my mouth, and kiss him on the lips before I swallow it.
     I think I can make him cum four of five times before Daddy gets home
tomorrow.  My record with Daddy is five orgasms in one day.  I know that
sounds like a lot, but the first was just after midnight, the second was
when we woke (we sleep in his bed), the third was after his afternoon nap,
the fourth after dinner and the last one was just before we went to sleep,
five in a twenty four hour period.  Only three to go to equal my record.
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     Late in the afternoon, we're climbing the big tree in the back garden.
No one can see us as the nearest houses are a long way off.  I'm not
wearing my Mexican peasant dress as I'd used it to wipe the cum off my face
this morning, so I'm just in my knickers.  Dave can hardly take his eyes
off me.  Clearly, he likes little girls in knickers just as much as Daddy
does.  In fact, nobody has ever complained when I've displayed my knickers
to them.  He's standing on a branch, a little bit above me, my face level
with his thighs.  I reach up and slide my hand up the leg of his shorts.  I
feel him shiver with delight.  Bracing myself agains the branches so that
both my hands are free, I unfasten his shorts and let them fall.  They
gather round his ankles so he can move his feet.  He's holding on to two
flimsy branches above him, both hand occupied, so he's helpless.  I pull
his cock out of his boxers and he gets instantly hard.  Two minutes later,
my face is covered with his cum again.
     I've never sucked Daddy's cock up a tree before.  I'll have to try it.
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     After dinner, we're sitting on the sofa, watching TV.  I grope him
through his shorts, but he pushes my hand away.  "I'm sorry, Sweetheart,
but I'm all tapped out.  You've drained me.  Later, perhaps, when we go to
bed, then we can have some fun again."
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     It's bedtime and we're in the bathroom.  He's standing naked in front
of the vanity, brushing his teeth, and I'm sitting on the toilet, peeing,
my knickers round my ankles, my legs spread invitingly, so he can see my
intimate parts.  He can't take his eyes off me.  He spits and rinses, then
grabs me round the waist and lifts me up and sits me down next to the wash
basin.  I lift my legs and take my knickers off, then lean back on my
elbows.
     "I'm gonna lick you," he says, a wicked grin on his face.  "I'm gonna
do to you what you do to me.  I'm gonna make you cum."
     Whenever I touch myself, or let Daddy touch me down there, and he
likes to lick me, too, I get very excited with little waves of intense
pleasure every minute or so.  I'm not sure if these are orgasms or not, but
they've been getting more intense lately.  Maybe he will make me cum, I
hope so.  He leans in and starts to lick my vagina, pushing his tongue into
me, then dragging it up to my clit.  He's just as good as Daddy is at this,
and I close my eyes and imagine it's Daddy who's making me so thrilled.  My
excitement builds, those waves of pleasure coming increasing frequent,
until a big one breaks over me like a wave.  I clamp my thighs round his
head and let out a long groan.  He's made me cum, alright.  This was a real
orgasm.  He breaks free and stands upright, looking at me.  His cock is
rigid in his boxers.  When I've got my breath back, I sit up and take hold
of his cock.  Precum is dripping off the end.  I find my knickers and wrap
them round his dick.  Two dozen strokes later, he cums on my thighs.  I use
the knickers to wipe it off.
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     I can tell from the angle of the sun that it's late when I wake up.
Dave is still asleep.  We're both naked.  His cock lies limply on his
thigh.  I wonder how long it will take me to get him hard.  About ten
seconds is my record with Daddy.  I pick it up with two fingers and put my
lips round it.  I feel him waken and look up into his eyes.  He groans with
pleasure.  His cock is almost instantly like an iron bar, much quicker than
ten seconds.  It feels marvelous to be able to make it go hard like that.
I'm totally in control and he's at my mercy.  I go to work with my tongue.
"Oh, you sexy fucking slut," he croaks, he voice hoarse with lust.  "I'm
gonna fuck you.  I'm gonna fuck you right now.  He pushes me down so I'm
lying on my back, then he stands up at the end of the bed and pulls my legs
until they're hanging off the end of the bed.  I spread my thighs as he
gazes at my holy of holies.  He steps up close, and with his hand on his
shaft, places the end of his cock on my slit.  He slides the head up and
down the entrance to my slit as his gazes into my eyes.  I'm awash with
joy.  Is he gonna fuck me?  If he does, will Daddy be mad at me?  I don't
wanna keep any secrets from Daddy.  Before he has a chance to push his dick
into my soaking wet pussy, he abruptly cums, splattering cum on my lower
abdomen, the insides of my thighs and my pussy.  I'm amazed that after all
that's happened he can produce so much cum.
     Neither of us hears the car in the driveway, or the key in the front
door, or the footsteps on the stairs.  We're oblivious until the bedroom
door swings open and Daddy is standing there, staring at us.
     "Oh, fuck!" whispers Dave
     I'm speechless, terrified by what he might do.  Daddy unbuttons his
pants, drops them and walks towards me.  At first I think the expression on
his face is anger, but then I realize that it'spure lust.
     "Are you still a virgin?" he asks, his voice gentle.
     "Yes," I whisper.  "Dave came before he could . . ."
     "But not for long," says Daddy, kneeling at the foot of the bed.
"I've been dreaming about this for months.  This seems like the perfect
moment."  He grips his cock and places the tip against my cunt.  He's
gotten hard even faster than Dave did.  "Nice job, Dave, you got my little
slut all nicely lubed up for me.  He we go.  I love you, darling."  He
pushes his hips forward and I feel his cock slide into me.  After a couple
of lunges, it's all the way in.  "Oh, Dave," he groans, "you've no idea
what you've just missed.  By the way, did she suck you off?"
     "Frequently," says Dave, sounding relieved, looking round for his
underpants.
     "I'd suck you off too," he says, "but you're clearly all spent.  Never
mind, I can wait.  Shall we suck him off together, later?" he asks me.
     "Daddy, Daddy!" is all I can manage, gasping.
     "Here I cum!" he shouts, "I'm gonna cum inside you, my darling."
     "No, do it on my face.  Or in my mouth, Daddy."

The End.

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