Daddy's Dinner

by Keira Moon

  I quickly tried it on -- it fit well and it was low cut with the straps spaced wide on my shoulders -- I wear a strapless? Ha! The bra made my breast spill slightly over the top and I think made me more alluring -- if only he liked large breasts. I got up and went into the shower. I grabbed some body lotion, some shampoo, and my razor. When I was thoroughly wet, I began shaving my legs. When I got high on my thighs, there wasn't much hair but I saw the patch at my crotch. What the H _ _ _! I shaved myself smooth -- and all the time I worried that I might cut myself. Then I shampooed my hair and brushed my teeth in the shower. Finally, I soaped and scrubbed, rinsed and applied body lotion. I dried myself on an oversized bath towel and examined my appearance in the mirror. I was as good as I was going to get. I used a little feminine deodorant and spray and dried my hair. I used a little gel in my hair and brushed it. My hair is long because I've heard that men like long hair -- shorter is easier, but I don't want to miss a chance. Do I sound desperate? Maybe I am. I want him to like me, even if it's only as a friend. Next, I sat in front of the mirror, added lipstick, gloss, blush and a speck of powder. Before the shower, I'd laid out a sleeveless, floral, knee length, a buttoned front dress that I've only worn once before to a friends wedding. Now, I rummaged through my drawer again looking for my panty-hose. When I pulled them out and started to slide them on, my toenail snagged them -- darn!!. Well, I didn't like any of my panties, so I'd just do what I did to the store this morning.

  It would be drafty, but I was going bare. I dusted myself with Chantilly Lace -- again, I've heard every man adores its scent. I grabbed my melon holder and with the back in front of me, I fastened it. Then I rotated it and finally, when they were in front, I pulled the cups up over my breasts and ran my arms through the straps. I put my hands under my breasts, cupped and raised them and allowed them to sit comfortably. Then with one last primp of my hair, I stepped into the dress. I re-examined myself and liked the way my bra offered them up for approval and invitation. If he stood close, he'd get an eyeful. I put on the belt and then stepped into a pair of two-inch heels. I was nearly ready. I sat again on the bed facing the mirror and reexamined my upper torso, face, and hair. Yep -- not like Daisy, but it was as close as I'd get. I went out to the kitchen, checked the clock and started preparing dinner. Fifteen minutes later, exactly on time, my doorbell rang. I hurried to the door and opened it -- it was him! I was breathless. He was wearing brown pants, loafers, a light blue dress shirt with a red tie, and he sported a tan blazer. I invited him in and helped him off with his coat. He was yummy! He said I looked great and I thanked him and responded with a compliment of my own on his appearance. I told him to make himself comfortable while I finished preparing dinner. I walked back to the kitchen humming softly, and when I turned, he'd followed me. He said that he wanted to watch me work and might be able to help. I didn't mind. The water was boiling and I'd prewashed the artichokes.

  Now I picked them up and put them into the water. He came up behind me and looked over my shoulder. I was embarrassed and knew that he could see down my dress. As I tried to squeeze out to the side, I bumped him and my thigh felt something in his pants. As I moved away, I turned and the first thing I noticed was the front of his pants -- he did have a hard-on and it was more than apparent. He noticed where I was looking, glanced down himself and blushed. He turned around and tried to push it down. I giggled and he looked back at me. He asked if I thought it was funny and I said yes. I asked him if he gave all the girls this treat, and he blushed deeper. Then he said that he couldn't help himself -- that he was hungry for dinner and for me. Now it was my turn to blush. I opened the refrigerator and asked him if he thought I was going to be easy, and then asked why he was here tonight instead of with some ravishing young thing. He told me that I was his ravishing young thing -- and I believed him. He turned off the burner under the artichoke and stepped over and moved the door away from me. He stared approvingly and asked if he could kiss me. But before I could answer, he bent forward and pressed his moist warm lips against mine. I couldn't help it; I kissed him back, put my arms around him and pulled myself into him. I could feel his cock alive against me and I moved to enjoy the feeling. His tongue parted my lips and it was warm, sweet and reaching. I moved my tongue against him and he drew me slowly into his mouth and our tongues mingled.

  His arms encircled me and I pressed my breasts more fully into him. It had been a long time since I'd felt this alive, this desirable, and this wanton. One arm released and he brought his hand forward to hold one of my breasts. My tits ached for his naked touch, and it was only a moment in arriving. Somehow he'd dropped the straps from my shoulder and loosened three buttons. Gently he pushed one cup down and his fingers found my nipple. My breasts are so sensitive that his touch caused me to reach a mild climax. I was breathing hard and wanting him to continue. My kiss became more intense and my tongue came alive and fully explored his mouth. He must have sensed my arousal and he increased his manipulation of the breast. My skin was on fire and his touch electricity to my nerves. He bent me back slightly and pressed his knee between my thighs. I felt my body take over and begin to ride his knee -- he felt so good. As I rode him, the hem of my dress rose and rode on top of his knee. His hand left my bare breast and moved to my stomach, and then suddenly he'd found my naked, warm and now moist pussy. He stroked me lightly, and then more intensely. He pulled his mouth away and asked if it was alright. I moved one arm up, grabbed his neck and pulled him back down to an even more abandoned kiss. I felt his fingers separate and one of them parted my eager lips and began to stroke me. His slightly callused hands made his touch even more erotic. As he came forward, his finger slipped under the hood and found my clit.

  I tensed and drove my pussy against that finger, then I began a rhythmic circular movement of my hips and I felt an intense feeling begin in my tummy and travel down and into my clit. I spurted juices onto his hand and he continued to rub. I hung from his neck with one hand and reached for the front of his pants. I could feel the energy and desire in him through the pants, and began the struggle to open them. It was hard to concentrate on what he was doing for me, but finally, I managed it. When I reached in, I had to find the top of his briefs and pull them down before I finally found exactly what I was looking for. My hand wasn't large enough to go around him -- I'm not into large, but I can make exceptions. Anyway, as I closed on it and began to stroke, he too began to change his rhythm and position. Again, I felt a wave of gratification, and his hand was wetter still. I grabbed his hand and pulled it away, because I really needed some recovery time. I lost his kiss because I was breathing so hard. Then without ceremony, my legs gave way and I settled rapidly on the floor. He grinned, picked me up and carried me into the living sofa and then sat beside me. I tried to talk to him and to thank him, but his opened pants and his protruding manhood drew the focus of my attention. I reached again and closed my hand around it. He smiled slightly, and so I asked him what he was smiling about. He answered that he was glad I'd enjoyed everything else and that he was beginning to enjoy my interest in his cock. I smiled right back and told him unabashedly that I was more than just interested.

  I leaned over and kissed him and then leaned further and kissed him there, too. It had been hard - but now it was rigid. I continued to kiss it, and then used my tongue to taste him. I could detect the faint scent of bath soap, but it tasted clean and fresh. Hesitantly, I opened my mouth and moved down over him. I would never get him all in my mouth, but I was going to try. Now I'd only ever had oral once, and it was terrible. And, I only gave it once, and the guy enjoyed it. I certainly wasn't an expert, but my girlfriends had told me all about how it was done. Now, I was going to take the test of that knowledge and see how well I'd learned my lessons. I used both my hands to get around him and began stroking him, and I used my tongue and got a low moan of pleasure in response. I used my hands and mouth alternately -- as my hands went down, my head came back. When my hands came up, my head went down. I tasted a little of him, and
wondered if that was what I'd remembered about the taste of cum. It was rich and salty, but warm and good. As I continued, I rocked my head a little to see his face. His eyes were closed and he was smiling. I decided that I was pleasing him, I gained confidence in what I was doing, and as my reward, I doubled my effort on him. This was stimulating me again, too. Almost before I knew it, he placed both hands on the side of my face and caused me to move faster and more urgently. Soon, I was being raised and then slammed down on his cock. I could feel the blood in it circulating. It felt good, except when I'd taken it all in on the down stroke and could take no more -- was he trying to gag me?

  Before I knew it, I felt him tense and release my head. I knew what was coming next and wasn't really prepared for it. He erupted at the back of my mouth and I had to swallow. As he released me, my head naturally started to withdraw, but this only made more room for his discharge and he kept stroking into my mouth and cumming. I thought I wouldn't make it because I was doing everything I could not to spill any. My friends had told me that a man really got turned on by swallowing. I was intent on keeping him turned on. When finally he'd finished, I pulled my head away and took a deep breath of air. Had I been holding my breath through tall? I didn't know the answer, and right then decided that I didn't care -- and I decided that I liked satisfying a man. I especially liked satisfying this man. After my gulp of air, I returned and cleaned him with my tongue and lips. He lay back on the sofa and I noticed that he too was breathing hard. He had a warm, satisfied smile on his face and I adored his face. It was only a moment and he reached out and pulled me down beside him. He then proceeded to completely undress me. I was a little more than modest about my large proportions, but he wouldn't let me deter him. When finally he had my dress down around my feet, with a little help from me, he pulled it over my feet and removed my shoes. I was starkers, and yet I was warmed by his attention and his inspection of my body. He didn't miss a single detail. His mouth and hands, followed by his lips and tongue, proceeded to explore everything before him, and I began to see myself through his eyes. He turned my head and kissed my neck and then he ran his tongue into my ear softly while I could feel his warm breath and I shivered deliciously.

  His hands began manipulating my breasts and his mouth and tongue seemed insatiable. I shivered again and one more time I felt myself falling into the abyss of passion. Slowly he reclined until his face was opposite the opening between my thighs. This position left this cock sticking purposely in my direction. This time I pulled it toward me and began my own intimate inspection. It was amazing to me. It looked exactly as I'd imagined it except for its size. He was circumcised and I could see the veins full of blood that powered it. His balls were huge, too, and they hung loosely to the side, apparently drained of their contents. I'd intended to take them into my mouth, one at a time after I had kissed them and tasted them with my tongue. My plan was foiled abruptly when his hands spread my thighs and I felt his head enter and begin to kiss every part of that private space. He was slow and gentle. He was a determined, thorough and compassionate lover. He did not take the duty of satisfying his partner lightly. In an overused word, he was precious to me. Now he began ministering to me with his soft, wet tongue. It too, was large and seemed to cover every part of me at the same time. It was raspy enough to provide that perfect excitation. He stroked my lips continually before, finally, using it to spread them and enter. His hands moved in to hold my lips apart while his lips descended to follow his tongue. His head moved back and forth, first reaching in and then pulling back. Finally, he used his tongue to raise and enter the area where my clit rested.

  At the moment, however, my clit was far from resting as he took its firmness between his lips and began to suck and stroke it with his mouth and tongue. He released one hand and I felt it momentarily as it rested at the back of my pussy. Next, I felt his fingers spread and enter me, slowly but deep. His soft, tender fingers seemed to have eyes of their own as they proceeded to massage, manipulate, and further explore and caress me from the inside. He was obviously a man well versed in making love to a woman, and I was concerned over my lack of similar ability. Suddenly, he must have done something differently, because where I'd been certain that I had minutes before I would climax. Now, I jumped to the edge of the cliff and dived over. I was falling and feeling sheer ecstasy. A woman can enjoy a climax from stimulation of her clit, but she can also climax from vaginal stimulation. The two are quite different. I've responded to clit stimulation many times, but never vaginal. Now, I was in free-fall from the stimulation of both simultaneously. Ladies, I can testify that this is truly the greatest feeling a woman can experience. It is nearly enough, literally, to create mental imbalance for hours afterward. When a woman experiences this rare phenomenon induced by a skilled lover, it exceeds the most powerful curative known to our species. I wanted more and more of this and him, and I wanted to satisfy my man (I'd wanted to call him this since he arrived this evening). Now we both laid back and try to return our breathing to normal. He is physically in much better shape than I am, but tonight I recovered first.

  I stood, turned and removed his shoes. Then I grabbed the cuffs and pulled off his pants. Finally, I slowly and carefully removed his underwear. He too was now a naked specimen of a beautiful man. I stared, and made him uncomfortable. He asked what was wrong, but I only drooled and stared. He tried to cover his body and placed his hands over his privates. I sat back down on the sofa and gently slapped his hands away. Even huge, it was a work of art. Women don't usually think a lot about the size of a man's penis, but this was exceptional. It was perfectly proportioned and I took it in my hands once more, and bent over close to it and tickled it again with my tongue. This man was amazing and it sprang right back up in my face. Again, I raised my head and looked him in the face. I asked if he was ready for dinner now. Still panting he said yes. I finished the preparation of dinner, and contrary to my concern, the artichokes were perfect. He did eat two steaks. When dinner was complete, I served warm apple pie lavished with French vanilla ice cream -- he ate half the pie. Now he got up from the table and commented that he'd always dreamed of being served dinner by a naked waitress. I returned the compliment by telling him that I'd always dreamed of serving a naked man while being naked. Aren't we a treasure? Again he took me in his arms and kissed me. He bent sideways and ran his palms over my ass. Just as quickly, he used his forearm to press behind my knees causing me to sit on his other arm. He lifted me, my huge self, again and asked where the bedroom was located.

  I pointed, giggled again, and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled his face between my breasts. He hollered that this was fun, but he couldn't see where to go. I told him not to worry and I guided him all the way. My breasts still tingle, my mind still can't fully grasp, and my loins and pussy quiver when I remember that night. He fucked me, I fucked him, and we fucked each other. We did missionary and sixty-nine. He ate me and I devoured him. We didn't sleep. It was like a honeymoon almost. But our actual honeymoon was three years ago tonight. We are still the best of lovers. We are loyal and dedicated to each other. Why did he pick me, a large woman? I don't know. Why does he love me? Who cares? Why do I love him? Isn't it obvious? By the way, large ladies can be pregnant too, and we only have a few weeks left. The sex is gentler and slightly different, but just as erotic. He adores fondling my now gigantic body and talking to the baby. I still enjoy him exactly as I did from the start. Never give up hope ladies -- there is a lover out there for each of us.

  My First Blowjob

  My name is Jenny J, and the thing I like to do most is suck cock. There probably aren't a whole lot of girls out there who enjoy it as much as I do. I'm going to tell you about the first blowjob I ever gave, which was also the best one. It was while I was at school during lunch time that I gave my first blowjob. I remember every little detail like it was just yesterday. I was 16 at the time, and I did know about sex and all the different ways it was administered. I sat down at my usual table, right next t
o the new guy that had just moved in from New York. He wasreally cute, and seemed pretty nice to me. We talked for a couple of minutes, and then he asked me if there was any place I knew of that we could be alone. I took him to one of my favorite places in the whole school. It was behind a couple of trees and some bushes where I used to do my homework and talk with friends. No one could see us there, and a few of my friends and I were the only ones who knew about it. Then he immediately asked me if I had ever given a blowjob. I said I hadn't, seeing as it was the truth. I told him I might be interested, because I had never seen a guy's you know what in real life before. He looked happy, and started to unzip his pants. When his clothes were gone, I found myself looking at a large hairy cock. I took it in my hands and started playing with it, feeling how soft it was. Even though I didn't know it at the time, I made him extremely horny. His cock began to grow and grow. I gasped when it finally stopped. He was huge! He said it would really make him happy if I gave head to him. I said I would because I was afraid that if I didn't he might not like me anymore.

  He laid down on the ground, and I got on top of him. I wrapped my hands around his enormous cock, and began to stroke it gently. I placed my tongue just under his head, and moved it all the way down to his balls. I started moving my tongue in circles around the head of his warm cock, and he started to moan. I put his head in my mouth and slowly started to suck on him. I began to move down, sliding more and more of his pulsing cock into my mouth. I felt his head at the back of my mouth and kept on going. His cock seemed to go on for ever. I still had about 2 inches left and then he couldn't stand it any longer and shoved the remainder down my throat. I could feel his head throbbing far inside my throat, and it was the best feeling in the world. I wanted to suck his cock for the rest of my life, because it tasted so good and felt so wonderful. I slowly began to move my mouth up and down on his hard cock. I increased in speed until I could go no faster. His pounding cock flew in and out of my mouth, and I licked and sucked everything in sight. My tongue moved all over his cock, covering every single inch of it, and I still wanted more. Then I felt the cock inside my mouth stiffen. I knew this was the moment. A huge surge of cum flew up the length of his cock and spewed all into my mouth. I savored the taste for a few seconds, and then swallowed it down, hungry for more. I was drinking it down as fast as he could give it to me. When I was satisfied that I had drained him completely, I slowly moved up off of his cock, sucked his head, and licked the remaining cum off of his still throbbing cock. He let out a sigh of relief and told me that was the best thing anyone had ever done for him. I told him how much I enjoyed it, and that we needed to do it again sometime. He agreed. But that's another story.