Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  I slid sideways around him, dropped to my knees, and captured the head inside my dick-sucking lips. He stared helplessly.

  "Joe," I said, mouth obstructed by cock. "Look at this."

  And I deep-thoated him.

  Oh man. He lost it right there. I held him as far in as boys go while his frantic schlong pulsed so hard it was like it was fighting my tongue for control of my mouth. When the main event was over for him, I did the serpent on his organ until he went soft.

  In my mouth, I washed him carefully with my tongue, popped him out, and gave his balls a couple of courtesy swipes. Then I stood up so I could breathe in his ear.

  "Mary, that was," he said, and I put a finger to his lips.

  "Do you like being my roommate, Joe?" I said softly. "Do you like it when we're naked together, without any clothes?"

  "Oh yeah," he said. I slipped a hand around his cock so I could monitor whether he was getting hard again. Not yet.

  "We can't be fuck buddies, Joe," I said. "We can't be fuck buddies because I only give blowjobs. But I could blow you all the time. And I'm really, really good at blowies. Would you like to have my blowjays all the time?"

  "Please," said Joe, as if I had offered him life itself.

  "Oh yeah, Joe," I said. "You can have my mouth all the time, sliding up and down your sexy hardon, wringing joy out of your see oh see kay. Sucking down every drop of your stuff. Right down my throat."

  He was getting hard. I gave him a squeeze.

  "But," I said, "we can never be fuck buddies. I can never be fuck buddies with anyone, because I only give blowjobs."

  "That's okay," said Joe, the words having to fight their way out. He was strangling with lust.

  "The reason I only give blowjobs," I said, "is because my vagina is special. It's only for a lover. It's only for someone I love who loves me." I licked his earlobe. "Joe, I love you. Do you love me? If you love me we still can't be fuck buddies, but we can be lovers and you can fuck my cookie so hard."

  "Mary," he gasped, looking at me like I don't even know what. "Mary, I love you. I've loved you since we met. Since we moved innn." He was hard again already now. "The first day, you said you needed to know if halter tops were against the dress code because all you had was halter tops." My idea of a little jokey flirting.

  I could play the game, though. I could perform the role. "I loved you too, that first day. We saw Time Bandits in here. The whole movie I was thinking about how I should ess your dee. But I didn't want to screw it up, because we were roomies and I was realizing I had special feelings for you. You're special, and we can be special together."

  "Mary. Mary." He was actually crying. OM-god.

  "I've had a lot of relationships since we've lived together, Joe. A lot of relationships that only last for a minute or two, and then I swallow cum." Dialing it up a notch. "That's because I only give blowjobs. But for you, I'll give up my gash. I want you to be the first. I want you bareback in my cock holster, right in your bed."

  He kissed me. Not real well but okay.

  "Come on," I said, climbing up to the top bunk, wiggling my ass at him so he could see my glistening cuntlips. "Like the pink you see?"

  He climbed up after me. "I love it," he said. "I love you."

  "Lay down," I said. "Imagine you're by yourself. Thinking of me. Thinking of your lover."

  "Oh Mary," he said. Deja vu, right?

  I straddled him. I felt like my chocha was pouring out heat. His salami was right under it and I was this close to actually, for-real dripping on him. I couldn't stop thinking about getting raped last night.

  "Oh Joe," I said, "I need you to enter me. I need that thing in my girly little muffin so bad."

  He reached down, adjusted himself, and plunged up into my guts. Immediately he let out a choked sob, overwhelmed by my clutching girlness. It was good for me so far, but not as sudden as last night. All the same, I let out a mostly-fake joygasp right in his face, clutched myself to his chest, and made sure he could get a real good body-feel of my chests.

  "Joe I love you," I said. "I love you 'cause I'm in love with you, and you're inside me. Do you know what that makes me feel?"

  He thrust wildly into me. Thank god for that blowie earlier, or he'd never last like this.

  "It makes me feel love, Joe. 'Cause you're not in my pussy, Joe." He looked surprised and his pace faltered, but I kept going. I giggled. "No, silly. You're not in my brown. You're in my heart. You're putting your dick in my heart. There's a love hole in my heart and you're fucking it full. Fucking it full of your cum. Fuck my heart, Joe. Cum in my feelings."

  At this point I am trying not to cum yet, but also not to laugh. This is so dirty and wrong. This poor mostly-decent erection has a huge crush on me and I'm degrading his actual love like it's a fetish. That's what makes it exciting though, right? It's got to compete somehow with being fucking raped while puked out in the back of a dude's truck. Oh fuck, last night was amazing. On the laptop, Madison is going crazy, or pretending.

  "Joe, there's something I need you to do. Something more than fucking me."

  "Anything."

  "Joe, you know I'd do anything for you. Anything you needed. Anything you wanted. I'd die for you, Joe. But I need you to get me pregnant."

  "Ohhhhhh," Joe groaned, staring into my eyes with such naked vulnerability I had to bite my tongue not to laugh in his face.

  "Joe, I need your baby. My hoo needs your seed. You need to sow your seed inside me and knock me up. I'm not on the pill, Joe, and we're barebacking, and you're going to shoot your baby batter in me, all the way deep in me. I need your willy in my snatch, but I need your bun in my oven too. I'm not on the pill. I'm not on the pill. I'm so ripe and ready for it. Imagine me in one of my halter tops with a belly you gave me, eight months pregnant with your babyyyy." It's almost true that I'm not on the pill. I've been on Seasonale injections since I was like fourteen. Who the fuck wants periods?

  Joe was well beyond speech at this point. He was so totally in my control it was thrilling. I could say anything and he'd believe it, and I could say the right things and drive him insane. I was like a genie granting his wishes.

  "Joe, the people in the porno," I said, "do you think they're in love like we are? Do you think they're in love together with each other? Do you think he'll get her pregnant and she'll have pregnant tits for him?"

  With probably superhuman effort, Joe managed to croak "I'm going to cum."

  "Are you going to cum, Joe? Where? In my sweet little bliss sheath? Are you going to make your baby in me? Joe, we're Mary and Joseph. Do you know what that makes our baby?"

  Joe's eyes were wider than I've ever seen a human being's.

  "No way," I laughed, but I kept the laugh under control, non-threatening. It was hard to regulate myself, feeling my own fucking ecstasy bomb assembling itself in my thighs and intestines. "We can't bring Jesus back like this. I'm not a virgin anymore. That's because of you. The only one who's gonna be coming a second time is you. Cumming in my love hole, drowning my heart in your semen, impregnating every egg in my ovaries. Oh god. I love you. I love you. Spill it in me. Spill it in my body."

  Joe grunted like somewhere inside him whole planets were shaking themselves apart. Because I was on top, and a pee in a vee doesn't make a perfect seal, his glop was flooding right out of me, pouring over him. Like he was ejaculating himself a speedo.

  "Stay hard," I said. "Stay hard. Stay hard. I'm cumming." This much, at least, was true. I ground my clit against the spot where the top of his cock met his body. "Suck my boobies, Joe. Work those nipples. When I'm pregnant you can drink my milk. I'll drink your milk every day. Out of your dong. Suck my titties Joe!" He followed my directions. What really felt good about it was how hard he needed me. I think I had become his whole life at that point. It was funny, disgusting, and sexy all at once.

  What was sexy about it was me. I was so smoking that I could have him like that. He was still emptying himself in me, even. My rapist last night di
dn't cum that much. It was me. My pleasure was me. My BJ-queen mouth was for boys but my catcher's mitt was mine. My pretty pink fucking fleshbean was more precious than all the diamonds ever cut. I was a rutting, filthy cunt goddess for me. Me, me, meeeee... I was cumming.

  Ohh. Collapsed against Joe. Realized I was breathing really, really heavily. Soaked in sweat, tits slippy with it. Nipples sliding with our breathing on his thin, boyish chest. His groin was a swamp of his own orgasm juice.

  When I got my breath back, I rolled off him. "I got something more for you to see, Joe," I said. "It's on my bed." I climbed down.

  For a second I thought he wasn't going to follow me, but of course he did.

  "Look at this," I said, and lay back. I pulled my feet back, and back, and back... and crossed my ankles behind my head. I'd been saving up this trick for so long. His mouth literally fell open. "I'm offering you something. Can you guess what it is? Can you kiss it?"

  He sealed his mouth over my bare sex lips and slid his tongue up my pink to my scream button. So glad I had a shaved area. Felt so smooth and good. I doubted he knew how to eat pussy from experience but some things must be easy to pick up as you go along because it felt pretty decent.

  "Like your cum? That's the taste of a baby. Our baby together. My breasts full of milk for both of you. I love you. Keep kissing my slot. I love you."

  I was actually really surprised at how fast I came. It wasn't one of the best ones but it was okay. Left me tingly. I'd have to think about getting my cunt sucked more often.

  Joe was a little out of breath. "Sorry lover, am I too needy?"

  "No. No, Mary. I love licking you. I love you."

  "I've got... something else too, something else for you, lover, baby. Kiss me down there again. Kiss me tight."

  He did. So obedient.

  "Joe, I need to pee, but I don't want to get up and go to the bathroom. Can you drink my piss for me, Joe? Can you do that? Can you swallow my yellow love for me?"

  "Uh-huh," Joe grunted, eagerly flicking his tongue at me.

  "Lover, it's not an orgasm. Just hold still and let me squirt it out. Oh, drink it. Drink my love. I love youuuuuu." It wasn't like an orgasm, but it was really intense somehow. It trickled out at first and then really blasted. He just kept swallowing and swallowing. Barely any got on my bed. I felt... serviced. Ankles still crossed behind my head. Didn't need to use my hands. He just gave himself up to me, doing whatever I needed, like sex slave for my sex parts. Was this what it was like for guys when I beejayed their rods?

  "I love you, Joe," I cooed over the moans from the porno, guessing I could string him along for one or two more decent fucks at least before he figured it out. But in my head I was already drawing up a list, and it had a heading: Ways to Get Raped.

  I know, right? So wet just thinking about it. So slippery, slimy, lips sliding deliciously over each other every time my legs moved. Whole cunt like an itch that needed a cock-shaped scratch. Whole world full of horny boys to stare at me and shove me to the ground and oh, I can't wait.

  The End.

  Twin Magic

  The Bella twins were in a good mood, seeing ad they had just defeated Eve and Kelly Kelly for the second week in a row.

  They were walking to their bus, Nikki, wearing a tight black shirt and a white miniskirt and Brie wearing a tight white shirt and a black miniskirt, when they noticed R-Truth sitting in a chair with his head down and his shoulders slumped.

  "Hey Truth, what's up?" says Nikki, mimicking the catch phrase of the WWE Superstar.

  "Oh hey Nikki, hey Brie," R-Truth says," I'm just down because Vince won't give me a title shot."

  "What!?!" says Brie, "You are like one of the best Wrestlers we know, and one of the hottest"

  Brie gave R-Truth a sexy wink and Nikki licked her lips.

  "Tell you what, Truth, how about we take you to our bus and we cheer you up", Nikki says in a sexy voice.

  "OH Nikki! That's a great idea!" squeals Brie.

  "Well ok ladies-", Truth began but he was cut off when each of the twins grabbed one of his hands and pulled him toward their bus.

  It was a coach bus with 4 beds, a kitchen, a bathroom, and a living room.

  The Bellas lead Truth into the bus and then they both tell him to sit on one if the beds. Truth obeys. Nikki and Brie strip down simultaneously. Both removing their tops to reveal two sets if identical, hot C cup breasts. Then the both bent over and pulled down their miniskirts to give the black superstar a look at two perfectly toned asses with shaved pussies.

  "Well, what do you think, Truth?" asks Brie.

  "Ladies, both of you are getting drilled tonight, and that's what's up!" R-Truth said.

  The Bellas giggle and turn to face the superstar. They both then get on their knees and crawl over to him. They both take off his baggy black pants and see his already hard 14 inch black cock. Brie took half of it in her mouth and then used one hand to stroke the other half. Nikki meanwhile was sucking on his balls, making loud sucking and slurping noises.

  "Damn girls! That feels amazing!" says R-Truth.

  "OH", they both moan in response.

  Soon, Brie climbs on top of Truth, sits on his face and tells him to start licking. Truth greedily laps his tongue into Brie's wet cunt.

  "Oh yes baby that's the spot!" Brie yells.

  Nikki meanwhile takes over for Brie and starts bobbing her head up and down Truths shaft.

  "OH", Truth moans into Brie's cunt.

  After this, Brie climbs off Truth and Nikki takes her place and Truth resumes licking a basically identical pussy.

  "Oh God yes!" moans Nikki. Brie meanwhile has mounted Truths member and is riding it reverse cowgirl.

  "OHHH YES, HE IS HUGE!!" screams Brie.

  Truth loves every minute of it. He can taste the sweet juices Nikki's cunt and can feel Brie's pussy squeezing him and he completely fills her snatch with his black cock.

  Soon, Brie yells, "I'm CUMMMING!!"

  Truth feels her cum flow over his shaft and nearly explodes himself but then Nikki and Brie both climb off and Truth sits up to see Nikki, on all fours licking her sister, who is on the floor of the bus, clean.

  "Oh yes Nike, that's fantastic!" Brie moans.

  Truth sees Nikki's ass sticking straight up in the air, begging to be fucked. So, he goes behind the hot diva and slides his cock into her waiting asshole.

  "OHH FUCK YA!!! DRILL MY ASS!!" screams Nikki.

  Truth can tell that Nikki's ass is even tighter than Brie's pussy. Soon, he is thrusting in and out as fast as he can. Truth feels like he is about to blow his load when...

  Nikki screams, "IM CUMMING!!"

  Truth feels her body shake and he pulls out, leaving her to catch her breath. Brie meanwhile comes over and quickly licks her sister clean.

  "Oh yes sis that is great!" moans Nikki.

  After watching the twins each other out for a while, Truth tells them to make him cum.

  "With pleasure", says Brie, in her sexiest voice.

  The Bellas crawl over to Truth and lick his cock up and down. Nikki then puts Truths cock between her breasts and tells him to fuck them. Truth obeys and slowly he is fucking her Tits while Brie sucks and squeezes his balls.

  Truth moans deeply and it doesn't take long for him to cum, all over Nikki's tits and mouth.

  Nikki's scoops some off her tits and licks her fingers and say, "Tasty!"

  Brie then pulls her sister to her and kisses her; they feel each other's tongues and taste both Truths cum, but also their own.

  Brie then licks her sisters tits clean while Nikki licks R-Truths cock until it is spotless. They all sit there for a while until Truth announces he has to leave. They all put on thief clothes and the Bellas give him a quick kiss on each cheek before seeing him off. They then sit there and make out until they become horny enough, then it's time to rock another superstars world.

  The End.

  First Time....

  She was named by a revolutionary army lea
der. She wore revolution, it covered her body in images and sacred texts. Her blood carried imprisoned family members, intellectual writers, activists and academics with her wherever she roamed. Her language was full of songs, stories and history. She told me herself almost as warning, that she studied, wrote, drank, danced and fucked with sometimes, sleep for good measure.

  On a very sleepy Berlin night we ventured out to find beer and excitement. We found beer, lots of beer. Once we finally mastered the accent, we ordered like the brazen broads we were at home, without jet-lag. Walking home she taught me a traditional song, explaining the oral traditions of the culture and the importance of women, how respected they were. All I could do was wish for the v of her hand embroidered shirt to slide over exposing her areola and during particular drunkenly passionate verses her entire nipple.

  Nipples make me crazy, I am a slave to nipples, especially that unexpected slip. This was before the days of Janet Jackson 's super bowl nippleversy and J-lo's Oscar nip slip, hell even before Internet porn mind you, the nipple still had power.

  She was that women, the one even straight women would sleep with if given the chance, just to have that accent slide over their naked body and to be the focus of her passion.

  It may have been youth, bravery, stupidity I don't know I wish I did, what ever it was, she's not the type of girl you'd ask what got her, what you did that was so right for fear, of ever risking a repeat performance.

  We were walking along, staggering along, arm in arm holding eachother for support and we slipped over a small hedge in the dark. On the other side in the moist grass hid from the city I lightly kissed her neck, that was right beside my mouth. She laid on top of me in a giggling heap of drunkenness and ease.

  I kissed her neck again in small gentle kisses then gentle bites. Sliding and coiling her around me so that I was on top of her in the grass. We both had long waist length hair that we had both taken down at the bar and it was now flowing over our faces and bodies.

  I slid her white shirt off over her head and placed it behind her head. 'Oh you are a gentleman' she laughed. She lay there in the damp grass glowing and warm. She reached into her bag and pulled out a cheap bottle of new wine. 'In the bar I thought about you pouring this on my breasts' she said handing me the bottle.