I surged against him, my hips cresting to meet his as my lips parted, his tongue sweeping in to tease mine. He cupped my breast, gently pressed it up and squeezed as our kiss deepened. My whole body sighed, the sensation rolling through me, lifting me closer to him.
He broke the kiss and buried his face against the hollow of my throat, lipping the skin, then back up my throat to press a hard kiss under my chin as he rolled me onto my back. He slid the robe off my shoulders, revealing my breasts, his gaze slowly devouring my flesh. I tried to pull him back down to me, but he pinned me in place.
"Let me look at you, Celeste. You've been teasing me so long. That half-closed robe every morning, the way you lean forward reading the paper, your shoulder jutted out at just the right angle for me to see your soft pink nipples."
I moaned and squirmed beneath him, my heart singing. He'd noticed, desired, refused himself only because he loved me and wanted to protect me.
"And this, baby girl." He reached down and forcefully cupped my pussy. "Last Thursday, no panties."
Just the tip of his middle finger pushed between my labia and slowly stroked my flesh.
"You were wet then, too. I could see it on your thighs...wanted to lay you out right there on the table and eat my fill of this sweet pussy."
I arched against him, forcing his finger into me as I softly cried out. I jerked once, twice, so close to coming already. "Do you want to eat me now, daddy?"
"More than anything." He slid down my body, teasing me with hard little kisses as he went.
He paused a little too long at my nipples, teasing them until I was forced to plead "Lower!"
He grabbed my thighs, held them shut as I struggled to open them. "Daddy, please!"
"You teased me for so long, Celeste." He brushed his nose against one straining nipple and then took its tip between his teeth to tug at it.
I was weeping cream, the contractions running hard and fast through me. I moaned, begging him. Please, daddy, please.
"Can't I tease you back?"
Pressing my lips together, I nodded, squirmed. His thumb stretched up, parting my labia just enough to let him brush lightly against my clit. "It's so swollen...and wet."
I shook my head quickly back and forth and continued to squirm as he drew circles around the throbbing button. "Not wet enough, daddy."
The tip of his tongue darted out and slowly licked the middle of his top lip. "Shall I make it wetter?"
A nod yes, so eager to have him lick me. "Yes, daddy, please. Make it wetter with your tongue."
"And if I do, what then?"
"Kiss it...suck it." I pressed my bottom hard against the mattress, unable to control my body's movements.
Inch by inch he lowered his head until his face was all but touching my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and then lightly pinched the labia between thumb and index finger, spreading them to expose my flower for his inspection. His tongue crept out and wiggled its way into my cunt, scooping my cream before licking his way up to the hood of my clit. I tried to press my hips up but his forearms were flat against my thighs to hold me down.
He groaned, the sound vibrating across my pussy, and then he took another long, hard lick before sucking at me again. I grabbed my breasts, squeezed them, pinched the nipples and tugged in an attempt to direct some of the pressure away from my pussy before I came too quickly. I wanted it to go on forever. "That's so good, so very, very good, daddy."
I gasped as his mouth pressed harder. He covered the top of my mound with his palm, his thumb resting solidly along the line of my clit as his pushed the fingers of his other hand into me. Two fingers, three and then...
I bucked, my eyes rolling back in my head as all four fingers and the palm of his hand penetrated me.
"Oh god, daddy, my pussy is going to squirt if you stay inside me like that."
He growled again, more feral. The vibration rumbled through my pussy to join his fingers in their sweet torment of my flesh. His fingers curled to form a half closed fist. He twisted, pushed, slow then fast then slow again. He was going to make me deliver on my warning, make me come in his mouth in a hot jet.
My hands knotted in the bed sheet. I tried to sit up, to watch his hand sluicing into me, but his mouth covered me, blocking my view as he nibbled, sucked and pumped his way to my shrieking orgasm.
As I lay moaning and gasping from my climax, Mike reared up and quickly stripped his shirt off before burying his face against my pussy again. As he licked me, his fingers worked the button of his pants until he could slide out of his clothes. Naked, he flipped my onto my stomach so that my bottom was presented to him. His open hand came down hard on the bare flesh.
"Daddy!"
"Months and months of teasing me." Another hard spank and then he buried his fingers deep in my pussy again.
"I know, I'm sorry." I wasn't sorry, not the least little bit. I wanted him to spank me again and I wiggled my butt at him.
"You knew..." He pushed against my back so that I was up on my knees but with my chest pressed flat against the mattress. "You knew you wanted me to fuck you..."
I nodded. "Since the email, since you dried my tears and held me and we woke up together." I reached behind me with both hands and spread my cheeks, my pussy winking madly at him now that he had stopped touching it.
"Fuck me now, daddy."
He leaned over me, his dick rubbing between my thighs and against my lower stomach. I made a little noise, my throat so tight it strangled the sound. "Don't whimper like that. It drives me crazy, it's so sexy."
I did it again, unable to stop myself. His cock was against my clit now, running hard along its length as he pumped against me.
"Please put it in me."
"I don't know, Celeste." Teasing, almost cruel because he had to sense how badly I wanted it.
I tried to scoot forward so I could reposition my pussy, find the head of his cock and force myself onto it. I still hadn't seen it, just felt how big it was against me. Grabbing my hips, he forced me to stay in place.
"Slow, sweet girl. You thought you had big before but you haven't had this."
He started to push into me, breaching me in the smallest of increments. I shuddered at the sensation, shoulders twitching.
Not identical.
I swallowed hard. "Oh, daddy."
He pushed a little further forward, then a little more, allowing my body to adjust to his size before he seated himself completely inside me. I felt like I was going to split but that was okay, it felt so freaking good.
With his cock all the way in me, his hand slid along my hip, under my belly until his index finger found my clit. He started to rub the tip as his hips bumped along my body. His balls hit against my thighs, lightly spanking them. His other arm slid under me, his hand moving all the way up to my shoulder to cinch me tight to him as he thrust harder and faster, his finger keeping pace along my clit.
Blowing my mind away. Poof. Gone.
"Fuck, you're the tightest, baby girl. So fucking sweet."
I could barely hear him, I was breathing so hard. My pulse pounded in my ears, each wave of my climax cresting higher than the one before it. When I lost control, vibrating across the mattress, he clamped a hand on each hip, his strokes lengthening but losing none of their speed as he slammed into me again and again.
"Such a hungry little pussy, so wet. Coming so hard for daddy."
That sent me tripping over the edge again, dragging him, at last, with me as I tightened around him, thighs and ass squeezing, pussy locked in ecstasy. He bucked, pulled out, slammed into me, dick twitching and jerking as he spurted his come into my cunt.
Slowly he eased out of me, kissing between my shoulders and again at the small of my back before placing his lips against my pussy one last time to French kiss the sore little hole as he eased me flat onto the mattress. Draping his body across mine, he dragged the blanket across us then wedged his arm beneath my breast to keep me tight against him, his chest to my back, his lips pressed lig
htly to my shoulder.
"Sweet girl," he whispered as I drifted to sleep. "Daddy's sweet, sweet girl."
Later, I would go to school, take my exam and come home to two daddies, each one eager to outdo the other with how much pleasure he could bring my young body.
But that is a story for another day!
GUILTY AS CHARGED by Carl East
Chapter 1
I’ve always tried to be a good person, you know, the type of person you wouldn’t mind seeing out with your daughter. I used to work sixty hours a week, but now I feel like I’m a kept man. My father died six months before this story happened and I missed him something awful. My mother died five years before that, from cancer. People used to say that I took after my father and I always felt proud of that. Anyway, my father liked younger women and even married one that was twenty years his junior. Her name was June and I have to say, my father had a good eye.
June wasn’t just attractive, having been a model of note from the age of seventeen. She was also a very perceptive businessperson. In fact, I think my father actually met her on a business trip. The thing is, after my father died she looked after me. She was only twenty-five, which was six years older than I was. She was the kind of person you couldn’t help like, as she’d do anything for you, within reason. My father’s death hit me hard and June helped me through it all.
Now, six months after my dad had gone, I was beginning to come around and feel like my old self. June was a keep fit fanatic, which is how she coped with things like death. She’d throw herself into whatever she was doing, in order not to have to think about the awfulness of it all. She used to piss dad off no end though, in a funny kind of way, because she earned more than he did and he found that hard to accept. I think I gained respect for June when I discovered how she’d made her fortune.
As I said before, she was a model of note up until a year ago and made quite a bit of money doing what she loved. However, unlike many people who would blow the money quicker than it came in, she invested it. She also wrote a book about investing, which was a best seller. She played the stock market like a professional and once surprised me with her knowledge, when a particular investment seemed to be going south. She insisted that it would bounce back and that’s exactly what happened. She could’ve lost fifty thousand dollars if she’d faltered; instead, she gained over eighty thousand for holding steady. You have to admire people like that.
Anyway, this story really begins when I felt like talking and went down into the basement to have a word with June. My dad had converted the biggest room down there into a gym and bought her all the gym equipment she would ever need. When I opened the door, she had her back to me and I was stunned to see what she was wearing. I knew that she took her exercises seriously but I never realized she went all out, right down to the white leotard she wore. Her backside made her look naked from the waist down, but of course, you could barely see the thin strip of material between her legs. When she bent over, I could see the thin material riding up the slit of her womanhood.
I couldn’t help staring; I mean any hot-blooded male would’ve done the same thing. She was doing leg and calf exercises next and each time she pulled her butt cheeks together I imagined all sorts of inappropriate things. Then I realized that I had an erection, which brought me out of my hypnotic stare. I closed the door quietly and then went back upstairs.
I couldn’t get the image of her beautiful body out of my head and as I sat on my bed, I realized that I was still hard. I lay down and tried to think of something else, but it was no good. The only way to get rid of it would be to give it what it wanted. I pulled my pants down and stroked it, with the clear image burnt into my mind of June bending over in front of me and taunting me to do something other than stare. I knew within seconds that I was going to cum very quickly, as the image of what I’d seen was still fresh in my mind and then I opened my eyes.
Several things happened as I opened my eyes. First, June was standing over me and watching my every move. I let out a yell of “Oh shit,” and got off the other side of the bed, placing my hands over my privates and bending down so that she could only see my head and shoulders.
“Oh my God, I didn’t hear you come in!” I shouted.
“It’s ok Matt, I have seen a naked man before,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Yes, but I don’t think you’ve ever caught one doing what I was just doing,” I replied feeling the flush in my face rise.
“I’m sorry, but...well, I have to confess, when I first saw it, I mean you...I was unable to leave the room. There’s something extremely erotic, (for me at least) in watching a man masturbate,” she said.
“Is there...I wouldn’t know, but can I get dressed now?” I replied as I reached for my pants.
Then she took me by surprise for the second time that day, when she grabbed my pants before I could get my hands on them and placed them on the floor behind her.
“June, what are you doing?” I said.
“This is probably going to shock you, but would you do me a favor?” she replied.
“Of course, although, it depends on what the favor is?”
“You probably don’t know this, but I haven’t had sex since your father died. Anyway, when I caught you doing what you were doing, it made me feel very hot and I was wondering if you’d do it for me again,” she said.
I’m not the slowest Guy on this planet, but even I had to question what she meant by that request. Was she telling me that she wanted to watch me masturbating? I had to ask that question several times in my head.
“I can see that this has embarrassed you, but it shouldn’t. All I’m asking for is for you to play with yourself while I watch. I won’t do anything other than watch, I just want to feel again,” she said and suddenly a tear ran down her cheek.
I couldn’t help feeling for her and it confirmed to me what I already knew, that she really did love my father. I thought to myself, ‘if all she’s going to do is watch, where’s the harm in that.’ With that thought behind me, I stood up with my hands still covering my privates.
“I can do that, if you want me too,” I said.
She smiled and then sat on the bed. Even as I got back onto the bed, I couldn’t believe that I was going through with this. There was just something in the way that she asked, that made me want to please her. I lay down and then slowly removed my hands to reveal a now semi-hard cock. Her eyes were glued to it as I picked it up in my hand and slowly let it slide through my closed fingers. She was still dressed in the leotard I’d seen her in earlier, except that now she wore a skirt as well.
The moment I thought of her in the gym down stairs my cock started to grow again. She sat perfectly still, watching my every move. I looked straight at her cleavage, taking in her large breasts as I carried on stroking. She truly was a stunning woman. Before I knew it, I was rock hard again, which seemed to excite her even more.
“You really are your father’s son you know. He was just as big as you,” she said never taking her eyes away.
The sudden image of that turned me off and as I struggled to regain some composure, she suddenly pulled the straps down on each side of her shoulders and allowed her top to fall down to her waist.
“Does this help?” she said.
Her breasts were unbelievable. They were perfectly rounded, with barely any sag and as she watched, she held each one from below to show them in a better light. My cock was so hard at this point; I could almost feel my man seed bubbling up within my ball sack. I wanted to reach out and touch them, hell, I wanted to reach out and bury my head in them. The more I looked and thought about them, the quicker I approached the climactic moment. It was funny really, because normally I would be masturbating with speed. My cock would be a blur as my hand stroked it. Now though, I was taking it very slowly. I guess I wanted her to enjoy the scene for a longer time. However, with such a gorgeous stimulus sitting in front of me, I couldn’t help but get excited.
I watched my cock appearing a
nd then disappearing as my hand covered it and her expression as it moved. She seemed to be squirming as she sat watching and then she pulled on her nipples, when I let out a groan of pleasure. She must’ve known that I was close.
Then it hit and a large string of semen exploded from the end of my cock. Her response to that was to squeeze her breasts as hard as she could, and moan with satisfaction as she did so.
The second spurt was just as powerful as the first and it shot onto my chest. I closed my eyes to squeeze out the rest and when I opened them again, she was still staring at my cock intently. She had her hand between her legs as the last few drops oozed from the end of my shaft. Once I was finished, she handed me some tissues and watched me clean it all up. Then she stood up, and placed the straps back onto her shoulders and adjusted her leotard accordingly, before thanking me and leaving the bedroom.
I dressed after that and went back down stairs but I found it hard to enter the sitting room. I knew that I had to make eye contact with her eventually, so I entered, to get it out of the way. She was sitting on her favorite chair wearing a robe and reading, I sat opposite. I coughed, just to let her know that I was there and she put the book down.
“Matt, I realize that what just happened was unusual, so I think I’d better explain. We all have fantasies; some of us have more than one. One of mine is what just happened upstairs, there’s something very erotic about a large cock gliding through a man’s hand, and it turns me on. The ultimate high for me though is when he comes. I’ve been known to actually climax from seeing that, although it didn’t happen upstairs. I think that had more to do with the fact that my chosen target was you,” said June.
“Well, you’re right of course, everyone has fantasies. I also have a confession to make. Before you caught me doing the act, I was fantasizing about you,” I replied.
“Would you mind telling me what that fantasy entailed?” she said excitedly, once again taking me by surprise.
I sat up in my chair to get comfortable and told her what I’d been thinking.
“I saw you earlier today, when you were doing your exercises. I came down to ask you something and seeing you from behind as you flexed your butt and leg muscles gave me an erection. I saw the material of your leotard pressing against your pussy and I couldn’t enter after that, as I felt so horny and embarrassed at the same time. Anyway, when I was on my bed and playing with myself, I imagined you turning around and seeing me at the door, but instead of covering up you teased me by bending over and pulled your leotard to one side so that I could see your pussy. You then slowly placed a finger over your pussy and ran the tip around your moist lips. That’s when I opened my eyes and saw you standing over me,” I said.
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