We know John has a bit of the “taste” for alcohol. You could say he drinks because he’s had a hard life—yada, yada and yada—and that his once wife, Sarah’s mom, fucked a million guys behind his back, yada, yada, yada, but John just loves to quell his ever rampant running mind and look at a fancy colorful world that only exists in Hollywood. So he drinks.
John woke up tied to his bed and to the sound of his sweet little Sarah sucking on his penis. She was on her knees between his quite restrained and quite spread legs. She had her “Little Mermaid” nightgown on and he was tied all willy-nilly with odd bits of rope and string and a silk robe belt from a Hello Kitty bath robe pajama set he bought many years ago. It looked like the work of the Lilliputians of Gulliver’s Travels fame except for the pair of dirty panties with their cunt stained cotton panel out, on his face. “Sarah!” he grumbled. “Good morning Daddy!” she countered and she put her mouth back to sucking on his penis and her hand back to fingering herself. “Sarah!” He said with more depth.
A slurp and then a, “What now Daddy!”
“Don’t give me tone, and untie me now!”
“Daddy, I have a surprise for you, but you must stay tied for it to work.” With a “Please Daddy!”, a kiss on his stomach, a few twirls of her cunt wet finger in his silver chest hair and then some eye batting John relented. Yeah, he relented alright. She bounced her huge tits one in each palm and blew him a kiss and then went back to blowing him.
She had him in the same position as that man in the famous Da Vinci sketch, ”Vitruvian Man“, the one depicting a naked man in a circle in a square on sepia but only John was lying on his back with a pair of transparent sheer light pink panties over his face with the cotton panel that would normally accentuate Sarah’s bare swollen mound on his nose. When John talked the panties fluttered over his mouth. Da Vinci for all his creativity probably could’ve never imagined this scene, but then again maybe he did he was after all a human and he was part of the renaissance. John must have passed out lying like this because he is way too big for little Sarah to move.
Sarah wants John to cum in her vagina for once and she wants to look in his eyes while he ejaculates into her. She has a theory that she will be able to tell if he truly loves her by his eyes when he lets it fly so to speak. The problem is, John, being her step father, but now divorced from her mom, so legally no longer a step father would only ever ejaculate in her mouth or ass. He has a morbid fear of getting his young and vivacious Sarah pregnant. He had no problem fucking her and fucking her good and rightly so when she was being a brat, but he’d just pull out and blow his load all over her belly or maybe her face if she was being really really bratty—which come to think, she was a lot of lately—bratty and really really bratty. Hum?
Why didn’t they just use condoms? I don’t know maybe their religious beliefs? They are fucking each other a lot these days now that they’ve established a routine. A routine that only came about thanks to young Sarah’s persistence. That’s another story how Sarah got John to fuck her that first time. Now they sleep in the same bed more often than not and Sarah just coos with delight. She finally got what she always wanted and she’s happy. Good for her. Right?
Here’s where things start to get dicey! Sarah takes her mouth from Johns cock. It is done with a loud POP! And a lick of her upper lip and an “Mmmmm, thank you Daddy!” He can’t see any of this because her cunt stained panties are still on his face with the cotton panel over his nose and they still flutter from his expelled breath when he makes futile demands and commands. She wastes no time and mounts him. He’s huge and hard, she’s small and tight but very very wet—slimy wet—he goes right in or she goes right on depending on your point of view. The normally slightly intoxicated aging man is very sober now and very ready to orgasm. And for a man, an orgasm comes with an ejaculation and Sarah knows this and so does John, she is ecstatic and he is in panic, go figure. “Sarah, I’m about to cum, you know the rule!” “Hmmm, which rule Daddy dearums, we have so many around here.” she says. “Sarah, off of me, NOW!”
Sarah removes her panties from Johns face and leans to him, touching noses now, she kisses him and then looks into his eyes and now he is looking into hers. Then using her strong young undulating vagina muscles she milks the contents of his cock (testicles technically) into the entrance of her—need I say—awaiting uterus. I’ll add this but it really lends nothing to the story now: John struggles with his ligature and in doing so only blew his load sooner.
The hopeless but robust old man, a pitiful sight, can only lie there helpless like a beached whale while Sarah’s little vagina is full and thanks to her youth it is making a nice tight seal around the base of Johns waning cock. There will be no escaping tadpoles flapping around today fears John. A full house in her cunt! In fact her pussy muscles, like a boa constrictor are still extracting sperm and semen from his urethra even in its inverted orientation—God damn those never stop youthful inner cunt muscles. Sarah shouts with excitement and schoolgirl glee, “You do love me daddy! You do, you really, really do! You know how I know big bad Daddy?” “How do you know Sarah?” whimpers a defeated old cock. “I’m not gonna tell you!” she blurts back, tongue out and bouncing her huge tits in each palm and wriggling on his pelvis.
On her theory as to whether or not John truly loves her. She believes he does because she saw his eyes had welled up more than his penis when he came in her.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bnssdm/big_daddy_john_and_sarah_the_lilliputian