All for You, Daddy

by Mary Patton

  So, I kept mingling, and after a while I found myself in conversation with a woman named Ingrid, who had big, dark and captivating eyes, and a very wide and generous mouth. She showed her interest in subtle ways, laughing slightly, but keeping those big eyes fixed on me. She was dressed in a rather formal dress and was drinking tequila. She was quite demure about it, but I realized that she was drinking it constantly, because I was drinking with her, and it was beginning to affect me.

  We kept talking, and as time went on, the room emptied, so I was just sitting on a sofa, and Ingrid was sitting in front of me on an armchair. She was telling me about Mexico, where she grew up. Her voice turned down a little and I asked her to repeat what she had said. She smiled mischievously and spoke again, but I still couldn't hear her, and I said so. At that moment, she got up gracefully and sat next to me. Putting her big eyes and her big mouth close to mine, she whispered, audibly this time, "...when I went to college, I discovered that what I really like about life is sex.” And she kissed me.

  Boy, did she know how to kiss. Her mouth was so wide, moist and soft, and little by little she fused it with mine, mocking my tongue with hers. I could feel the pressure of her breasts against me as we kissed, but we took our time; she was tremendously excited, I could tell only by the sensation of her mouth in mine. Then she pushed me to the couch and stopped for an uncomfortable moment to pull up her dress a little, so that she could separate her legs enough to sit astride me. Then advanced up my torso long enough to be able to bend over and kiss me again.

  Again, that luxurious wet kiss of hers. I delighted in it, needing more, but willing to wait. She had her weight on her hands and knees, so that I could not feel her body, although I could feel the abundant fabric of her dress accumulating in my belly. I got up and began to slowly lower my hands down her back, going towards her ass, pulling her to let her know my need, but she remained a little elevated, mocking me more with her kiss. I let out a little moan of frustration, and that's when she broke this kiss, and smiled very largely in my eyes.

  Then she walked her knees through my armpits, and smiling, began to pick up the folds of her dress, until in a slow and fluid motion she climbed over my shoulders and put her moist and delicious pussy in contact with my mouth.

  She surprised me for a moment, realizing, among other things, that she was not wearing panties and that she was not afraid of being discovered by other guests. But I was so delighted with the warm fragrance and the extraordinary humidity of her pussy, as she moved her hips from side to side, rubbing my lips and tickling my cheeks with her soft, abundant pubic hair.

  I groaned again, and my hands struggled between the folds of her dress to find her hips, so that I could force her down against my mouth. This time, she cooperated fully, grinding her pussy in small circles against my lips and tongue. Her hands found my head, holding me steady against her, as I feverishly went up and down my tongue through her opening, and then deep within her, and then, when I could feel her orgasm approaching, I took all her vulva into my mouth and swirled my tongue around and around her clitoris. I heard her start laughing, low and guttural, a laugh that turned into a kind of ecstasy howl, as I lapped away from the juices sprouting from her pussy.

  After a minute she rose a few inches, so that I could see her smiling at me, with a glazed look in her eyes that said it was far from finished. But at that moment there was another voice saying, "Can I play too?"

  I looked up, and there was Dorothy, smiling wickedly. I was a little surprised to hear Ingrid say, "Sure, why not?"

  Dorothy pulled the chair and sat down, a few feet away, and as she continued smiling, she took off her sleeveless shirt. There were her magnificent breasts, and I heard a strong respite from Ingrid. Dorothy's nipples were large and erect, and with her eyes closed alternately to mine and Ingrid's, she began to pinch them, and then lifted each breast in turn to her mouth so that she could suck on them.

  Ingrid began, almost imperceptibly, to shift her weight from one knee to the other, and her wonderful pussy, all swollen and moist and wide open, was tantalizingly close to my mouth, but she could not stop looking at Dorothy. Dorothy was moving forward in her chair now, and separating her legs, making it very clear that underneath her short skirt she was also without panties. And while holding one hand on her left nipple, Dorothy sent the other down, where her skirt was piled up, deftly dipping one finger into the folds of her pussy.

  She moved it tantalizingly around, spreading her lips to give us a thrilling glimpse of her hot, red pussy. Then she rose suddenly, saying, "May I?" And Ingrid, who seemed to know what she meant, let her breathe with a whistle: "Yes.”

  With that Ingrid stepped back, giving way for Dorothy to take her place. I could hardly wait for her to get into position, I was so hungry for her taste, after feasting on her moisture with my eyes. I wasted no time devouring her pussy, sinking my tongue as far as it could go. But only after what seemed to be a few seconds did Dorothy get up, take off her skirt, and mount my mouth again as she looked the other way, and then I could feel what appeared to be two pairs of hands unbuttoning her pants and pulling them off, and then, as she slammed her pussy against my mouth with renewed urgency, I could feel her big nipples rubbing against my belly as she sucked my cock deep into her mouth.

  There is something in the 69 position that is especially heavenly, especially when you can feel by the way a woman is sucking you that she wants you very much to enter her mouth, and that you expect that she will enter yours. That's how I felt about Dorothy. And I felt so good that I knew we were both coming, and very soon, and I surrendered to the beautiful flavor and texture of her pussy, sucking on it for all it was worth, as I felt pressured by the orgasm that was building up and erupting. I heard Dorothy moaning with joy as she swallowed spasms and after the spam of my cum, and she soaked me with hers.

  And as our climax calmed, I heard the groans of another person; Dorothy rolled partially off of me, towards the head of the sofa, and I saw, a few feet away, Ingrid on the chair, naked, her knees on the arms of the chair, and both hands slowly but fiercely kneading her pussy. After a few seconds she threw her head back, smiling ecstatically, and shouted something in Spanish as she came, and then leaned forward breathlessly and nailed the fingers of one hand, and then the other, into my mouth, as I sucked them desperately.

  Chapter One

  I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it for myself. I had heard at school that my brother was as big as a horse. I had even heard his friends say that women didn't know how to suck his cock. However, I never would have believed... Well, let me give you some background information first.

  My brother, Mike and I are step-siblings. We're both 18, in our last year of high school. Mike's about 6’2", with a killer body. I'm 5'9", with a body typical of an 18-year-old girl. But I'm athletic, so it's tight, too.

  But anyway, let's get back to my story. Well, you know siblings lend things to each other. I was going into Mike's room, thinking he was out. And there he was, in his bed - legs bent over his head - with his cock in his own mouth.

  Now I've never looked at my stepbrother like that before - but fuck - imagine seeing a guy suck his own dick. That thing looked as big, and as thick as my wrist. I've never seen anything like it before. And my brother was going hard on it - sucking it like nothing I've ever seen before. My pussy soaked instantly.

  I was so surprised and excited that I didn't know what to do. He didn't even realize I came in. I approached the bed and he stopped. He looked at me, like someone who has been arrested doing something he shouldn't be doing. I was freaking out. I was so nervous I didn't know what to do.

  So, I did something I still can't believe I did. I reached out and started massaging his balls, his beautiful hairless balls. Then I moaned and I asked if I could watch him. He just smiled, and his dick hardened again. He put it in his mouth and started sucking. I was so excited that I reached into my panties and started rubbing my clitoris, while I still had one hand rubbin
g Mike's balls.

  It was getting so hot that I decided to go further. I started sucking his balls. I licked the bottom of his ball, while he sucked his dick head. It was so hard. His cock was the most delicious cock I've ever tasted.

  Then I had the courage to do something I have always fantasized about. As his butt was in the air and his legs were bent over his shoulders, his butt was wide open. Now, I've had boyfriends playing with my ass and I love it. So I decided Mike would love it too. I opened his cheeks and started licking his balls up his ass. I got to his ass and started licking his ass like ice cream. It warmed me so much that I moved a hand back to my pussy to stick my finger in.

  I still can't believe I ate my stepbrother's ass. It was so erotic. I started by licking the rim and then left. His moans grew louder and louder, so I thought I'd go further. Once I got the edge of his ass really wet, I decided I wanted to fuck him with my tongue. I started by putting only the tip of my tongue inside. I can't believe how well it tasted. Everything was full of mold, a weird taste. But hearing Mike moan even louder excited me so much that I wanted more. It was so tight too. I decided I'd spit a little on his ass to moisten it so I could stick more tongue in it. I started working with my finger, little by little.

  Mike, meanwhile, liked so much what I did that his cock came out of his mouth. I wanted to take advantage of his open mouth, so I sat on it. He started licking my pussy as if there was no tomorrow. I felt so close to coming. When I started cumning, I stuck my finger up Mike's ass. Then I decided it was time for him to start sucking his dick again (it's too much). While he was doing that, I wanted to stick his tongue up my ass. My tongue is stuck all the way down to the bottom. I could taste everything, which was very rare, but it was very good. I worked my tongue in and out at the same time he worked his cock in and out of his mouth.

  It was totally unbelievable. I started touching my pussy again. I knew it was only going to be a few seconds before one of us was going to come. I had my tongue buried in his ass as deep as I could, enjoying the taste of every bit of it when I realized he was ready to come. I pulled my tongue out of his ass and went to see if I could get some of that load. There's nothing like the feeling of a cock exploding in your throat. I wanted it all, and Mike was more than willing (apparently, Mike is a spitter - I'll have to remember that when I hook him up with my boyfriend). So I took that enormous cock in my mouth and it blasted in seconds.

  He must have gallons of semen, and he was more than happy to let me drink every drop of it. Meanwhile, my fingers were working so fast in and out of my pussy that I got to work on them too. I have never come so hard in my life. When it was all over, we sat there, staring at each other.

  Chapter One

  I've always been a big Jennifer Johnson fan. She and I are almost exactly the same age, and I was playing club tennis when she first entered the tennis scene at the age of 15. I've never been very good, but I like the running and the feeling of hitting a good punch. Besides, I always thought she was very cute, and she became a sexy young woman.

  I love watching her play, her nipples are almost always very hard, and I could only imagine those powerful thighs locked around my head as we ate each other in a hot 69. More than once, I have used this image to achieve a very satisfying orgasm.....

  Somewhere I got her e-mail address, and we started to correspond, sometimes by e-mail, sometimes by instant messaging. I was always very careful not to make things too sexual, because I didn't want to scare her. I like talking with her, she is very funny and usually has a lot of interesting things to say. It's particularly funny to hear your ideas about touring, which girls are gay, which have boyfriends, that kind of thing...

  When I heard that the tour was approaching my place of residence, I asked Jen if she would be interested in meeting her. She seemed hesitant, so I didn't press, but I gave her my phone number so she could call if she wanted to. A few days before the tournament began, I was shocked to answer the phone and hear "Jessi? It's Jen Capriati. Do you still want to meet me?"

  It took me a second to be able to say, "Of course! Where??? When?"

  I heard her laughing openly and she said, "Do you know where we could go, in a public yet private place? I don't really want to go somewhere where people would recognize me."

  I asked her where she lived and I chose a quiet bar in the neighbourhood near her. I had been there a few times with friends, and it was certainly not a sports bar, so we could talk in peace and quiet. I wore a little tank top and a miniskirt, cute and sexy without looking slutty.

  I arrived a little earlier, and I chose a booth in the back, but where I could see the front door. I had sent her my picture by email, so she knew what I looked like. When the front door opened and I saw her face, I couldn't help but smile at her. She waved to someone outside, then came to sit in the booth next to me. We both ordered club soda, and we laughed and said that we had chosen the same thing.

  Watching television, we forget how big and strong professional tennis players are. I am 5’5” m tall, but I felt tiny next to her 5’9” solid body. She was wearing leggings and got her hair pulled out of a ponytail. She gave me a big hug and said, "It's good to finally meet you face-to-face, Jessi. I loved talking to you. It makes lonely nights on tour a little easier."

  "Me too. I also really enjoyed talking to you and I love hearing about life on the tour. I'm so glad you decided to meet me. I've been a fan for a long time, and I admire you so much for conquering your demons and getting back to the top of tennis. So many girls would have given up a long time ago."

  Jen patted my hand and said, "Thank you, I appreciate it. And you should understand, I don't agree to meet just anyone. There are so many crazy people out there, I have to be careful. A girl on tour corresponded with a girl like us, but when she agreed to meet her, it was a man. She ended up having to call the cops to get rid of him."

  "My God, it's awful...... Well, as you can see, I'm NOT a man!"

  "Oh, certainly not. I have to tell you, I had a bodyguard with me, but let him go when I saw you. And I have to tell you that you're even cuter in person than in the pictures you sent me. Who took them, by the way?"

  My mind started driving at millions of miles an hour. I have a girlfriend I see from time to time. She's married, but she still needs a woman's touch from time to time. Her husband travels regularly on business, and she will call me to meet me when he leaves. He knows she has a girlfriend, but not who she is. Anyway, she took these pictures of me one night, nothing naked but I find them very sexy.

  When I chose my words carefully, I said, "A friend of mine did it, we went out drinking and dancing and she challenged me to do it. Do you like them? We tried to make them sexy without being too trashy."

  Jen smiled widely and said, "That's exactly what you did. These pictures are VERY sexy. But now you make me wonder what happened after you finished shooting..."

  Now my mind was racing. Did she really say that? Did the object of my fantasies really ask me what I thought it was? "Really? What do you want to know?"

  Jen now seemed to choose her words carefully. "Ummmmmmmm....... Did you and her do something? A kiss or something?"

  Nothing is risky, nothing is taken for granted! It sounded like Jen really wanted to hear everything, so I said, "Oh, yeah! We kissed (pausing for the effect) and much more in fact. Her and I sometimes meet when her husband is out of town."

  "So, are you bi or lesbian?" Jen asked.

  "If I had to choose a category, I would say bi, but leaning towards women," I replied.

  "Good answer!" Jen said with a smile. "I stick to women, but once in a while, it feels so good to be fucked hard and fast by a guy. And it's easy to find a willing guy, always full of guys hanging around."

  "I agree. Guys are easy, just smile at them and they get hard. But for the love of it all, I think it's with a woman. There's nothing better than kissing a girl to make my juice flow."

  "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...... Oh, my God, yes. I like how sweet everything is...
"

  Now I was even more shocked. My goddess, Jennifer Capriati, was sitting next to me, telling me how cute I was and how much she loved kissing women. Well, here I go…

  "Jen, do you want to come to my house? I could cook us dinner or something."

  She looked me in the eye and said, "Sure, but the "or something" sounds even better to me. Let me know and tell them know. I've already given them your phone number so they can reach us in case of trouble." She left her cell, wrote down a number and told the person who replied that she was going out for the evening and that she would be home late, but not to worry.