Bob Benjamin - Daddy tastes so sweet

There were two things I wanted more than anything in the world. The first was to know Daddy loved me. The second was to have him take me in his arms, kiss me, squeeze me, and drive his magnificent cock as far up in my tight pussy as it would go. It was what I was thinking when he entered my bedroom.

"Still up, Kitty-Kat? Christ! It's after midnight." He crossed the room, sat on the edge of the bed, and brushed hair from my brow. He was so handsome dark, like me, with thick curly hair, almost black eyes, and muscles all over the place. But that cock! It showed no matter what he wore, hung down inside his pants leg like a thick garden hose with a round nozzle. I couldn't understand why Mummy had run off with his business partner, taking her clothes, the car, the money from their joint savings account, leaving him only me. Poor sweet Daddy. I was determined to make me enough even if I had to knock him over the head.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face in the niche at his shoulder. He smelled so good: Old Spice after-shave lotion and talcum powder. "Promise you'll never leave me," I whispered, cuddling against him, pretending to be his frightened little girl.

"Leave? Who in hell said anything about leaving? Christ! You think I'd run off like you think I'd leave my only brat? Don't talk crazy, for crying out loud!"

He tried to untangle me. I held tight. He relented, held me close, gently smoothing my long black hair. I squeezed with all my might, mashing my titties into his chest as I scurried from under the covers, into his lap. He was such a dope! He'd been wanting to fuck me for the longest time, but was all tied up in knots about me being his little girl, his Kitty-Kat-Kathle.

Darn! I thought, why couldn't he be more like Mr. Simon, who, according to twelve-year-old Debbie down the street, got drunk every Friday night, sneaked in her room, and played with her hairless twat while she pretended to sleep. My cunt got sopping wet just thinking about it. I wiggled my ass on the long mighty shaft hardening inside the silk pajamas between him and my panties.

"Listen, Kitten, remember how it was when you were still a tomboy? The camping trips? The time you heard a bear, crawled into my sleeping bag, cried and wouldn't get out, no matter what?"

I mumbled yes into the coarse hair on his chest. Boy! Did I ever remember that sleeping bag! It was the very first time.I felt his hard dick against me-digging snug in my ass as it grew and grew through the night. I had made up my mind right then, three years ago, even before I was old enough to come, that Daddy would be the first, maybe the only one ever, to stick a dick in me.

"We're gonna be close like that again," he said, moving his hand in slow circles over my back. "Me and you, Katty. I'm taking the rest of the week off, starting tomorrow, and we're going back where you heard the bear."

I was up bright and early next morning. I chose the tightest dungarees I owned, with round white patches in back, a frilly crop top, and stood before the mirror, admiring myself. With my hair up, braless breasts jutting, jeans dipping snugly into the hot anxious pocket at the top of my tapered thighs, I looked older, curvier, more experienced than a girl of fourteen. I cocked my head, grinned. Today was going to be the day, I knew. I could feel it deep in my belly, as if Daddy's stiff joint was already bludgeoning my maidenhead, tearing my cherry, unloading buckets of cum in the depths of my cunt.

I squealed just thinking about it. My heart was racing. I flew from the room, stocked the picnic basket, assembled the gear, had everything packed and ready, and was waiting impatiently in the car when Daddy awoke and came outside looking for me.

The long drive was stupendous. The sun shone through the tall trees along the highway, the air was fresh and warm, and the shadowy woods whispered mysterious sounds. Daddy drove in silence, pretending to be concentrating on the road. I watched him, beating him to the dash lighter each time he reached for a cigarette, mouth watering as I eyed the sturdy hose along the inside of one powerful thigh, and noticing, too, his hungry sidelong glances when I raised one leg onto the seat, sat sideways, and gave him an unhampered look at my crotch. By the time we arrived at the heavily wooded camp site, the size of his member was awesome, and I knew by the forced grin on his face that he was trying extra hard apparently not succeeding to think of me as his little Kitty-Kat Kathie.

"Race you to the lake, Kitten." Daddy leaped from the car, tore off his undershirt and winked. His skin was deep copper except where the sleeveless garment had left it shoulder-strap white. Tiny muscles rippled along his firm belly. He grabbed his trunks, started for the woods, paused and called, "Two minutes, minx. If you're not ready, I'll come drag your cute naked ass through the trees."

"Oh, Daddy you know you'd run like a deer if I were nude when you got back."

"Oh, yeah? Well, just get yourself stripped and see."

Giddy, drunk with the thought of being alone in the woods for days and days with Daddy, I came out of my clothes in a flash. Kneeling on the front seat, the heat from the windshield warming my quivering buttocks, I searched for my red bikini among the things in back. Suddenly I froze, heart thumping, thoughts pouncing upon Daddy's dare. Why not? I speculated, head spinning as I imagined him dragging me naked, cunt dripping, ass bouncing through the grass and prickly pine needles on the cool forest floor. It would be a marvelous luck! I sat trembling on the front seat, hugging my raised knees, anticipating, waiting.

Soon Daddy reappeared. "Ready or not!" he shouted, enormous prick bent almost double in the tight swimsuit. He took long strides to the car, opened the door and peered in.

"Not ready," I cooed. Daddy gulped. Slowly I moved my feet toward him. I leaned back on my hands, legs outstretched, thighs parted. His gaze settled on my hairy wet pussy. Hungrily he stared. I could feel his eyes boring into my love hole, opened wider, moved.

Finally, as the head of his cock snaked down, poking from the leg band of the trunks as the shaft hardened, Daddy turned away. "Put put something on," he choked, refusing to look at me. "For Christ sakes, Katty. You're making me crazy more and more like your mother every day. She used to tease hell out of Tom, my partner opening her legs, her snatch showing her velvet white ass, melon tits. Christ! Can't blame the guy for running off with that. She was good cunt, your mother. Hot. Tight. I never screwed anyone like her."

I watched him rub the front of the swimsuit. "Don't be sad, Daddy," I wailed, jumping from the car, and wrapping my small arms tight around his waist. He was so tall. My head barely reached his broad shoulders. "I can be better than she was," I breathed against his smooth back, grinding my hips, my upper thighs and pussy, on the rough swimsuit. I kissed down his spine, up. My hand found his waistband, stole beneath-trembling fingers searching through hair to the roots of his sex. "Fuck me," I pleaded. "You've wanted to for the longest time. Don't pretend. Your dick gets hard every time you look at me."

Groaning, Daddy turned and crushed me against his big strong body. The entire length of his wonderful joint bored between my trembling thighs. Gripping my buttocks, he lifted me off the ground, and we fell, all feverish hands and arms and legs, across the front seat of the car. I gasped as his weight fell upon me. But I didn't much care if I never breathed again. I didn't much care about anything except getting his fiery dick inside me, where it belonged. I was determined to make him forget Mummy and everyone else and give every last inch of his poker, every last drop of his cum, to me.