Daddy's

by Helen Goodman

  "You got your punishment and you got an orgasm, and you want more? I hadn't realised what an ungrateful little slut my pet was."

  With my free hand, I worked my jeans down and freed my cock to press against your cool and slightly goose-bumped buttocks.

  Pushing you forward again, so your body once again hung out over the lobby, I pressed my cock against your soaking lips and pushed through into your tight post orgasmic pussy. The feeling of your cold legs on mine and your hot lips round my shaft was all I could focus on as I thrusted back and forth inside you, pulling out as far as I could without risking slipping from your sexual embrace.

  With my hands on your waist, pushing your torso down and pinning you to the bannister, I took full advantage of your excitement, fucking you at a speed and intensity that met my needs not yours. I have no idea if you came again, and frankly it wasn't important – you were my pet, my plaything. Your purpose was simple – to pleasure your master. And you did it so beautifully, your soft lips sucking at my shaft, your cunt muscles gripping me.

  As I got close to my own orgasm, some small part of my brain remembered that I wasn't wearing a condom and, with a voice too loud for our supposedly sneaky session, I told you that if you didn't want to be filled with my cum, you should assume your position.

  Instantly, you spun round and dropped to your knees on the rough doormat – knees together, back straight and chest out, your neck muscles taught as your head lifted to look me in the eyes. A near perfect gesture of submission. Gingerly, you opened your mouth wide and looked at me nervously. It's rare I force my cum in your mouth, but you know that you should be willing to accept it.

  With barely a half dozen tugs on my shaft I came hard, the first blast hitting you in the neck, making you flinch in surprise. As the second and third landed on your chest I grabbed at the bannister rail for support. By the time my twitching finished, you were a beautiful mess, thick strands of cum on your neck, breasts, stomach and legs. I know a lot of women don't understand the appeal of that look, but my god you looked incredible.

  I knelt down beside you and kissed you deeply, your mouth tasting slightly of salt and minerals from a stray spurt.

  Gently, but insistently, I pushed you backwards until you were back up against the railings, your buttocks and shoulders on the cold metal uprights, your crossed hands in the small of your back. With my mouth still pressed against yours, I gently spread your legs and reached down to your soft folds. Slowly, I worked my fingers back and forth across your clit and down the sides of your labia, rubbing you gently, tenderly.

  One hand in your hair, the other in your crotch, we kissed as the pressure slowly built inside you. No games, no mean streak, I worked your body, occasionally dipping inside you, a long finger teasing towards your g-spot before returning to massage your most sensitive spot.

  As you got closer, I dropped my hand down a little to hold the back of your neck while I bent down and kissed your breasts, gently licking your nipples round the improvised clamps, and very gently nipping at the edges of your areolae.

  Finally, I felt the start of your orgasmic spasms clutch at a finger deep inside you, and I brought my lips back to yours, clamping my mouth to yours. You could probably taste my cum on my lips as you probed my mouth, and your orgasm came up to the start of the rolling boil of involuntary spasms.

  I worked you through your orgasm, restraining you and working your body to keep the feelings going for as long as I could. As your writhing started to subside, I brought both of my hands up to your shoulder height, and brought them down rapidly, crashing into the tips of the pegs, and sending them skittering across the floor. You tensed, my mouth gagging your yelp of pain, and you shuddered so hard as a second orgasm rolled in over the top of the first, merging, and overlapping with it.

  I stood up and watched you shuddering in the half light.

  "You've had your orgasm," I said. "It's time to go in."

  I opened the door and walked through, knowing you were still knelt on the floor, your body betraying you, leaving you stranded in subspace while your master closed the door behind him.

  I stood behind that door for nearly five minutes before I finally heard you successfully get to your feet and press your nose against the door bell. I opened it again and looked at you stood there, naked, messy, and blissed out. You looked me directly in the eyes, and with a hoarse voice begged me quietly "please fuck me... fuck me now... please?"

  As I led you towards the shower, my mind full of the wonderful things I could do to your body, I completely forgot to ask you when and how the lights in the stairwell had come on...

  The End.

  George Loves Pussy

  When I was six and a half years old and about ready to start first grade, I fell on the stone steps of our church, cut open my chin and contracted Scarlet Fever. I don't really remember any of it but apparently I almost died. Whatever, it meant I didn't start first grade until I was seven and a half. I was almost always the oldest in my class. That probably was good for me. I was just a little more mature, could concentrate a little better, did well when it came to grades and did well when it came to interacting with other classmates.

  Eleven years later that meant I turned eighteen near the end of eleventh grade. I still had a year left in high school. I wasn't unusually big for my age, probably average. But I wrestled starting in junior high and was on the high school varsity so I was in good shape with lots of muscle. It was on a Saturday and my parents had a minor party for me in our back yard. Three boys that were friends and also good athletes were there plus my parents and three neighboring married couples. Most of us were in swimsuits because we had a pool. I think my parents were using it, at least in part, to pay back some neighbors for having had them over.

  My parents are about forty. My Mom is 39 (I am her oldest child) and my Dad 43. They married after my Dad got his degree. My Mom never finished college .I was born roughly seven months after they married and that's probably why. Their friends are pretty much around their same age just like my friends are about my age, although often a year younger.

  Anyway, we have a barbecue going, soft drinks for us kids and some booze for the older folks. My friends and I have a lot of fun in and around the pool. The older people used the pool a little but are much quieter about it. After dinner, my friends go home. A little later two of the neighbor couples also leave. The Simpsons are the last to go.

  I'm very aware of Mrs. Simpson. Della. Her husband, Greg, is about my Dad's age. Della is younger, maybe thirty, maybe a year or so older or younger than that. She also is gorgeous. Pretty, extremely well built. She reminds me of a model or Vegas show girl. I've often thought she was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. This evening, her bathing suit leaves nothing to the imagination, she's almost falling out of it.

  Greg, her husband, who normally seems like a nice guy, is stinko. Way drunk. She needs help to get him home so I volunteer. I almost have to carry him. His feet are on the ground but not of a lot of use. We finally get him home, across the street and up two houses. I lug him upstairs. She has me dump him in the guest room. Don't want his snoring to bother her, she claims.

  She probably isn't completely sober herself, although she walks and talks fine. "George," she says, "I should give you a birthday present." She stands right up against me and puts her hand on my shoulder and then slides it down on my chest, like she's feeling me. "You've developed into a very handsome, strong young man. You're probably having sex with girls at school, aren't you."

  "Uh," I sort of mumble, not knowing what to say, "No, not really."

  "You mean this lovely cock I've been looking at all evening," she says, moving her hand down to grab hold of my cock and balls through my bathing suit, "has never been used sexually?"

  I've never had anything like that happen to me before. On the one hand I'm actually scared a little. On the other hand, this truly sexy lady has me getting a major hard on.

  "Uh, no, it hasn't."

  She gives
me a really big grin and moves her hand a little feeling my cock. "Well then, that can be my birthday present to you." Right in the hallway, with her husband passed out on a bed perhaps ten feet away. She starts pulling my bathing suit down, moving down herself to kneel on the floor with my suit at my ankles and my very erect cock bobbing in open air right in front of her face.

  "Oh, you have a terrific cock, George," she says, grabbing it with one hand and feeling my balls with the other. Then, without another word, she opens her mouth wide and starts swallowing my cock. She's obviously hungry for a cock and a load of cum to swallow.

  I can't even begin to explain the way I feel. This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me and it's combined with my knowing how gorgeous she is. The only thing that has touched my cock for years is my own hand and what she did is barely related to masturbation. A very distant cousin at best. Her fingers did masturbate me a little. Her lips did, too. Add the sucking and the licking and the moisture of her mouth and the slurps. Well, I cum. It doesn't take long. Really cum, more than ever before, I think.

  She grins some more, licking her lips after swallowing, and takes my hand and leads me into the bedroom she and her husband usually use. Her bra and bottom come off, her perfect female body is displayed to me, and in no time she has me on the bed, both of us naked. "Now you need to do that for me, George," she says. "You need to learn how to eat pussy. Greg has never been that great at it but I bet I can teach you to be an expert."

  That's what she does. After kissing me with lots of tongue she has me do things with her breasts. Really lovely, firm, large breasts. Then down over her stomach and to her pussy. She must use scissors to trim her pubic hair because there isn't much. It's very dark, not matching her head hair at all, but it doesn't get in the way much. She pulls herself open some and has me lick inside her, up and down and all around. She has me push a finger into her and then use my tongue a lot on the bump that is her clit. Oddly, while I feel strange, not knowing what I'm doing, I truly enjoy it. I make her cum.

  That first time I'm probably not very good at all but she does have an orgasm. After, I'm hard again, so she helps aim me into her and I also get my very first fuck. After everything else that had happened the fuck is sort of an anticlimax but a great one. I've never felt anything better in my life than having my cock slide around inside that tight, warm, moist tunnel. I cum again inside her and she seems to love every minute of it.

  Since it has already taken me longer than it should, she has me get home. I dream all that night about the female body, fleshy curves, breasts, a wet pussy that holds my cock tight. We had arranged for me to come back often. Over the next several weeks I come and go through her back door, hoping that none of the neighbors or my parents would see me. I'd then go down the alley and around to my house. We do this three times a week usually, after school is out and before her husband comes home from work. I just claim that I'm doing something late at school to my parents.

  I become very adept at eating her as well as fucking her and she sucks me off enough that I think maybe she likes oral better than vaginal sex. I also learn a little about her. Apparently she developed physically rather early and became sexually active early. She had lousy taste in men and they took advantage of her, in her opinion. She even fucked for money at some point, shaved her pussy for some porn films. When she met Greg, she says he was the first guy to be nice to her so she married him. She wants to stay married, it's a nice life, she just needs a little extra sex. To her it doesn't damage the marriage, it's just sex. I wasn't the first extra cock in her life and I'm sure I won't be the last.

  I still tend to dream about sex. In fact, I have sex on my mind a lot. I realize that every girl at school has a pussy and might be interested in having me taste it. From what Della said, every girl loves to have her pussy eaten. So, I look around at school to see who I should try and have sex with. Who do I want and who might be ready for what I could offer. Someone sexy that isn't getting her pussy eaten.

  The big titted, blond cheerleader, a year ahead of me and already nineteen, that I know is fucking the quarterback, is my choice. Fran is the most desirable girl at school and I doubt if the star jock ever does anything but shove it in her. Maybe she's both horny and frustrated. One day, probably a month before graduation, she has on this extremely short cheerleader skirt and is sitting in the bleachers watching basketball practice. I mosey over and sit in the row in front of her and turn around and lean my head in between her legs and kiss on her panties and tell her, "I bet you taste delicious." There are some other people around, not real close, and I did it so quick I don't think anyone else noticed.

  She looks at me oddly, almost like she's angry. "What do you mean?" she says.

  "I just mean that you're a gorgeous girl, you probably have a delicious pussy and I would love to give you an orgasm orally."

  "Oh" is all she says. A minute later she moves down to sit next to me. "You would really lick me, taste me?" she asks, "like I've seen on the 'net."

  "Yeah," I reply, "I'd love to. From my experience, you'd probably have the best orgasm of your life."

  "Yeah," she says, "You're just saying that to get me in bed. "

  "Well, a bed would be a good place to do it with both of us naked. I could appreciate those great breasts of yours as well. But we don't have to. I mean, I could do it right here if you took your panties off. But it wouldn't be the best place, with these other people around. I mean if it eventually led to us fucking that would be great but it doesn't have to."

  "Well, it won't. You don't know me very well. I'm a virgin and nobody is fucking me until we're married."

  "A virgin? I thought sure you were fucking Cory."

  She grins a little. "Well, he wishes. A lot of people seem to think that but it isn't true and won't be. I mean, he's a star and he's pretty sexy and we do some things but we're never getting married. We both have a lot of life ahead of us before either of us get married."

  "Oh. Well, sorry, my mistake. I figured he's the type to just use you and leave you frustrated and maybe you'd be ready for what I suggested. You're certainly the most desirable girl around."

  She grins. "I never said no. Maybe I am frustrated. I just don't want to jump into anything where I lose control. Okay, let's see. You say we could do it here but there are always people here in the gym, even late, so this won't do. What we need is an empty classroom while there are still people in other rooms so they'll hear me if I scream as you try and rape me. Science has labs and maybe people will come in late. English! No one comes in late for English not even the faculty. Let's go find an empty classroom."

  I had to smile at her thinking. We get up and head into the regular halls looking for an empty room. There are still classes going on in about half the rooms. "If you yell, it will be because you're having the biggest orgasm of your life, not because I'm attacking you." She just gives me a look.

  "Ah, here we are. Empty. I'm sure Mrs. Schultz is gone for the day, she never stays," she says, opening a door. We both walk in. She looks around. "Probably back here," she says. "Just in case someone opens the door, we can see it and move." She looks at me, reaches up under her very short little cheerleader skirt and pulls down her dark blue panties. Much thicker than normal underwear panties, these must be intended as outer wear. She lifts her skirt and I can see her naked butt and pussy. She jumps up and sits on the edge of a desk and looks at me. "Will this work?" she asks.

  "Yeah," I reply as I kneel down between her legs. I use my hands to push her knees further apart and I'm looking right at her pussy. "You're a real blond, "I say as I lean in closer and sniff. I think she's actually a little excited already, I can smell her. I don't say anything else, even as she answers, "yeah". I use both hands to pull her open a little more and get my tongue into her and start licking. She draws in her breath very noticeably. I lick up and down and she makes little moaning or mewing noises, almost sounds like a cat. Maybe that's why it's called a pussy, it causes that kind of a re
action.

  She gets a little wetter. I move my hands around to hold her butt and start really sucking on her pussy, grabbing the whole thing with my lips. I back off and lick up and down again. I flick my tongue back and forth on the bump that's got to be her clit and she moans more. I get a finger up under my chin and push into her. She's making odd noises. I flick my eyes up and realize that she has her one hand stuck partly into her mouth to keep her from making louder noises. Her other hand is on my head, pressing me to her. In just a half minute or so this is working. I go on to really finger fuck her and tongue her clit, suck on it some, grab it with my lips as it grows. She doesn't last a whole lot longer than I did when Della gave me my first blow job. Soon her hips are jumping, I'm getting juices onto me and she's darn near bitten her hand. She has both hands on the back of my head, pulling on my hair. "Please, no more," she says.

  I back out and sit there on my haunches, looking at her pussy, now very wet and much redder than before, more swollen. "You have a really lovely pussy, Fran," I say to her. "Delicious."

  "Oh shit, George," she said, "that was too much. I don't know if I'll ever recover. Look at my hand, I'm almost bleeding. I needed to scream so much." I lean back in and lick her some more. "No," she says, pulling on my hair again. "I want you to do that again but not right now. We need to go somewhere we can get naked like you suggested. You can do that some more and I can do you. My parents won't be home for almost two hours, let's go to my house."

  As we walk, she said, "My God, George, that was fantastic. I've never felt like that before. Does it get better, can it possibly ever get better?"

  "I don't know but it stays very, very good even if we do it a thousand times."

  At her house we end up in her bedroom naked. Those breasts are magnificent. In twenty years they'll likely hang down to her waists but right now they are perfect. Large, firm, nipples, or are they areolas. Whatever, they get smaller and harder as I suck on them. I've never done it but they're ideal for what I've seen on the 'net, a titty fuck. A huge cock can get lost in her cleavage.