1. My Way of Doing Things


    Date: 3/2/2016, Categories: True Story, Incest, Young, Author: Shauna, Rating: 73, Source: sexstories.com

    want him to cum quickly so I pinch the base of his cock. “What are you doing?” he asks. “Hang on, I want to try something,” I respond. I pull him out and ask him to lie on his back. I see that beautiful cock sticking straight up so I lean over and take him in my mouth. He tastes like my pussy – oh, I have tasted this many times and I think my pussy tastes sweet. But to the real business: I get on top of him and reinsert his rod into me so that I am sitting on him with his dick fully in me. “Spread your legs, Father.” I move my knees to between his and lie forward onto his chest. Now his cock is bent a little but the top of it is tight against my clit. I begin to pump up and down, getting the maximum stimulation for myself, although I can feel the head of his cock rubbing against the bottom of my cunt channel. “Goddamn this feels good – I’m gonna cum so fucking hard! Get ready for a wild ride. Fuck me, fuck me hard, Daddy (I never call him that) fuck your little girl and shoot me full of your hot cum.” I put my face in the hair of his chest and bite him a little so as to keep ...
    from screaming. His hands are on my ass helping me keep a steady rhythm. I pump and pump and I start to feel the beginning of a big one. “Oh, ye-e-es-s-s. O god almighty!” I yell as I explode in spasm after spasm of orgasm. “Me too, Honey; here I come!” And I feel the hot cum squirting into me. I love the feeling of cum jetting against the mouth of my uterus. I continue to pump up and down as his orgasm subsides, but he softens and I can feel it begin to slide out. Now for my plan: I reach down and cup my pussy and jump up onto my knees on either side of his face and remove my hand and let the cum rush out of my cunt onto his face. I’m laughing so hard I can barely breathe and he screams in laughter, some of the cum going right in his mouth. He starts to tickle me and rolls us both onto the far side of the bed where we keep on howling into each others’ face. You should have seen the look on his face when the first stream hit it! I don’t suppose he could marry me now that he is widowed. We could have our own children. We’d probably have to move to Utah or some freaky place like that.
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