Talia laughed. Her birthday was actually just a week away, and the big man had remembered. She crawled towards him, stopping when her head reached his enormous manhood.

"I'd like a big lollipop for starts," she said, licking his shaft excruciatingly slowly from balls to crown, then popping the head into her mouth. She couldn't get more than a few inches in her mouth. Its girth was just too prohibitive, but she loved to try. She wrapped both hands around the rod below, rubbing it up and down. She let it loose from her lips so she could lick every square centimeter before downing enough to make her gag. She let the spit dribble out of the corners of her mouth.

"And I'd like a pogo-stick," she continued, crawling forward until his waving cock brushed against her abdomen like an antenna against a low-hanging branch.

“Or a pony. I just want something I can ride until I'm satisfied."

The head of his cock was resting between her slick inner labia, held there by the barest of pressure. One tiny bit forward and it would fall away. But Talia wouldn't let that happen. She eased back slow, letting half the head penetrate, then stopping.

"But Daddy, it's just so big," she said slyly. She sat back, squeezing her pussy muscles as she did. The head was captured and in a death grip, and Tarloh was at his wits end. He wanted inside her, but she was going to make him wait.

She started a slow slide downward and was completely enjoying the ride. She was feeling every inch and every vein and every change in width. She spent a full minute lowering herself down that rod. But with that part of the journey out of the way, she decided to make some progress towards the destination.

She got her feet under her and started bouncing on his cock. At first, she raised herself all the way up to the crown then slammed herself back down. But after a while, she developed a smoother rhythm.

His big paws caressed her breasts as she road him. He could be so gentle when he wanted to be. Sometimes she forgot that. Particularly when he had her bent over something and was hammering her like a railroad spike.

But that wasn't they way either of them wanted it. Tarloh did hold her off of him, stand up and then pick her up, slowly placing her down on his cock like his own personal velvet glove. He pushed her back against the dirty metal wall of the room and their lips met just as gently as their bodies had. Talia's legs wrapped around his thrusting hips . . . his hands cupped her buttocks and helped support her body weight.

He stopped, completely embedded inside her and let her squeeze and clench her vaginal muscles while they kissed. It was the kind of kissing that was so intense it required actual concentration and no shortage of lung-power. Of course, Talia's lungs failed her when she came again, clinging to him like wet towel as she leaked her love onto his dick and balls.

“Baby girl is all wound up," Tarloh muttered softly.

"Big Daddy's got her all straightened out now," she replied, kissing his cheek.

"Now Baby girl wants her candy."

Tarloh started pumping again, with greater speed this time.

"I wanna taste Daddy's candy," she said.

He pumped a few more times and then put her down on the ground. She swallowed the head of his cock again and started to stroke it, its girth slick in her hand. He was so big and so hard that just jerking him off was a turn on for Talia. She felt the veins underneath pulsate and the first wave of his jizz splashed against the back of her mouth. It seemed like he would never stop cumming and soon Talia's mouth was overflowing. She swallowed and slurped and swallowed some more, just keeping ahead of the game.

Finally, his cock has expended its last and all he could do is lean against the wall, sweating and panting.

"Well, now it feels more like home," Talia said as she gave his semi -rigid member a final tongue-based caress.

"But who's going to break the news to Red?"

Red and Jane lay in bed, quiet in each other's arms. Jane had gone through another day of interviews, and it had been taxing. She kept having to answer officials' questions about what had happened with her stepfather all those many years ago, why she hadn't said anything, why she had run away and where had she been. But that part was getting easier for her. What was getting harder was having to explain what she was doing now, and how could people get a hold of her?

Jane had been very careful about what she said. She was between jobs and between homes at the moment. She was in a serious relationship.

She wasn't there to get any money from her mother. She wasn't looking to profit from her stepfather's actions or death. But all these questions kept bringing up feelings for Jane and putting ideas in her head. She had made a decision about what she wanted, and she had just told her lover.

“Are you sure?" Red asked, obviously pensive.