Marcus Mine

by Madison,Mia

  I gasped, jumped, and orgasmed on the spot.

  “Oh god,” I said as the convulsions hit me, my pelvis jerking, my stomach knotting up repeatedly. “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”

  My knees started buckling, and I would have crumbled to the floor had Marcus not picked me up and placed me on the granite countertop. My shirt hitched up, causing Marcus to look down at my panties.

  “Fuck, girl, you’re soaked,” he said.

  He was right. My entire crotch area was completely wet, my slit and mound embossed on the thin fabric, in plain sight. Dual emotions battled it out in me, one wanting to cover myself up, the other excited about the idea of showing my most private areas to another man.

  Without another word, Marcus pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts to another person for the first time in my life. He grabbed one of my tits, leaned in, and latched on to my hard nipple.

  “Oh, fuck!” I moaned as tingling sensations shot outwards, the hundreds of sensitive nerve endings from the tip of my nipple and around my bumpy areola causing sweet pleasure bolts to run up and down my spine, my entire body trembling.

  “Goddamn, you’re like a live wire,” Marcus said, pushing me down until my bare back met the cold granite. He ran his hands over my breasts, squeezing them firmly but not too hard, before moving down past my stomach, his fingers hitching into the garter of my underwear, peeling my panties off and tossing them on the floor. He pulled my legs up so that my feet were on the counter, my thighs spread apart.

  “Fuck, I don’t believe it,” he said, his breath hitching in his throat.

  “What?” I said, pushing my head up to look at him.

  “You really are a virgin,” he whispered, a crazed look painted on his face.

  “Uh, yeah.”

  “Sweet mother of god.” He rubbed my inner thighs and brought his face between my legs. When his tongue made contact with my pussy and licked the entire length of my slit for the first time, my mind shattered into a billion jewels and I experienced my first taste of heaven.

  Despite all the steamy books I’ve read, which was a lot, and all the porn I’ve watched, which wasn’t much, nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of being eaten out.

  Nothing.

  Marcus used his tongue like a master conductor. He began with a grand crescendo, like Beethoven’s Fifth, starting at the base of my dripping pussy, just above my butthole, and made one long, deep swipe across my slit, ending on my hard, sensitive clit. I orgasmed immediately, without warning, the waves of pleasure crashing into me. My entire body jerked wildly, and if he hadn’t held my legs in place with his strong arms I might have fallen right off the counter.

  After that grand entrance, he backed off, using a combination of feather-like touches and heavy licks as he explored every inch of me, avoiding my throbbing clit except to take a few swipes at it every so often. I felt his tongue all over my vulva, from the gentle swell of my mound to my outer lips, and, with his thumbs slowly spreading me apart, down to my inner labia and pussy walls.

  “Fuck,” I moaned, shaking my head from side to side. A buildup moved quickly from within my core, rising with the speed and power of a freight train, and I orgasmed again, writhing on the marble countertop. Another started while I was still in the throes of the previous orgasm, and it hit me harder and longer.

  “Wait,” I said, panting, trying to push another impending orgasm back down. I didn’t think I could handle any more, but instead of backing down, Marcus moved his mouth to my hooded area and sucked on my extended clit. I felt a finger sliding into my cunt.

  “Oh no,” I said, grabbing his arms, my nails digging deep into his skin, drawing blood. My legs trembled so bad I kept hitting the sides of his face with my thighs, but he kept the sucking and licking motions, kept attacking my clit while his long finger curled upwards inside my pussy, finding my g-spot and rubbing it furiously.

  “Oh no, oh, oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

  I screamed, buckled, and exploded, screamed and exploded again and again, the orgasms hitting me relentlessly and without mercy. I lost track of time, lost count of how many times I came, and for a moment I panicked, thinking I would never stop coming. Through the orgasmic mist I was briefly aware of Marcus grabbing me, lifting me off the island and hugging me tight as the orgasms wracked through my convulsing body.

  Eventually, mercifully, the orgasms subsided and my convulsions got downgraded to mere tremors, but still Marcus held me tight. I was sweating like crazy and rubbing my sweat all over him but he didn’t seem to mind.

  At that moment, we heard a voice that sent chills straight through our bones.

  “Dad?”

  Oh, shit!

  Spanks

  Marcus

  “Dad?” Candace’s voice echoed down from the top of the stairs.

  I grabbed my shorts and pulled them up, helped Alice into her shirt, then pressed my finger against her lips.

  “Dad, you down there? I thought I heard screaming.”

  “Yeah, Candace,” I called back. “It was the TV. I’ve lowered the volume. Sorry I woke you.”

  There was a pause, and for a brief moment I thought Candace was going to walk downstairs, but when she spoke again it sounded like it came from the same place.

  “You watching porn, dad? Cuz it sure sounded like it.”

  “It’s Cinemax, honey. There’s always a sex scene in it.”

  I heard a laugh. “That’s true. Good night, dad. Better keep that volume down or Alice might think you’ve got a gang bang party going on.”

  “Will do. Good night, Candace,” I said, relief washing all over me when I heard her door close.

  Fuck, that was close.

  “A gang bang party?” Alice whispered, with a twinkle in her eyes. “Can I join?”

  I grinned and smacked her across her perfectly curved ass cheeks. “You’re the main event, actually. I’ve called five guys over from the retirement home, and they’ll be taking turns fucking you silly.”

  “Yum,” she said, snuggling against my chest.

  “And when they’re done I’ll have my ex-Marine buddies tie you up and ravage you.”

  “Even better,” Alice said. “But do they have bigger dicks than you?”

  “Hah. They wish.”

  Alice giggled, looking down at my shorts. “It doesn’t look very impressive right now.”

  “That’s because my daughter scared the fuck out of me.”

  “Are you still scared?” She asked, her hand sliding through the garter and cupping me.

  I grew hard instantly.

  “Hmm,” she said, mischief written on her face. “I guess not. You pleasured me beyond words earlier. I’d like to return the favor.”

  “Really?”

  “When was the last time you had sex? Seriously?”

  “Too long ago,” I said.

  “Well, that settles it.” She nodded to the living room, where the TV was still spewing its sports updates. “That looks like a pretty comfy couch you got. How about we relocate there?”

  I got the hint, my cock already lurching at the possibility. I stooped down and grabbed her still soaked underwear. “Fine, but I’m keeping this,” I said, holding it up, feeling her slippery essence on my finger. I had the urge to smell and lick her panties, but I didn’t want to look like a total weirdo in her eyes, so I stuffed them in my shorts.

  Maybe I’ll do it later, I thought.

  I took her hand and guided her to the large, cognac-colored couch.

  “Nice and soft,” Alice said, sitting down and feeling the leather.

  “Not really,” I said, sitting next to her, my hand immediately going under her shirt and caressing her left breast. “Not nearly as nice and soft as this.”

  Alice moaned softly, her hand going to my crotch and stroking me through my shorts.

  Goddamn, she feels so good!

  I leaned her back, lifted her shirt, and pressed my lips against her hard, dark pink nipple.

 
; “Oh god, Marcus,” Alice gasped, her body starting to tremble again. “Oh no, don’t get me started again.”

  “Why not?” I said, moving back and forth between her breasts, squeezing them in my hands and lapping the bumps around her areola. I felt her shiver under me, felt the tremors start up again.

  “Seriously, you need to stop,” she said, pushing me away and forcing me to a corner of the couch. “You don’t want me screaming again, do you? If you give Candace a reason to come down, she’s going to see her dad screwing with her new best friend, and we’re both gonna have some explaining to do.”

  That gave me pause. My daughter and I have a good relationship right now. We sort of bonded closer together after Barbara left us, and I didn’t want to jeopardize that.

  “Fine,” I said.

  “Good. Now relax and let me do my job.”

  She pulled my shorts down and tossed it on the floor. My cock was at full attention.

  “And don’t be noisy,” she said, pointing a finger at me, her expression dead serious.

  I nodded. “I promise.”

  “Good.”

  I watched in fascination as Alice grabbed my cock, spit on it like a pro, and brought her head down until the entire shaft disappeared into her mouth.

  Goddamn, she’s a quick learner, I thought, but when she started bobbing her head up and down combined with a powerful sucking motion, even my thoughts disappeared, and when I exploded in her mouth only a few minutes later, the intensity was so great I almost broke my promise not to scream.

  The early morning sun basked the room in soft, golden light when I woke up the next day, a raging hard-on greeting me. It was the first time I overslept. Usually I was up before dawn, no matter how late I went to bed, but last night I slept like a baby, and this morning when I opened my eyes I felt completely refreshed and energized. The normal worry about my business that I usually carried with me to bed and when I wake up was gone. There was a lightness to my body that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.

  Dare I say it? I was actually happy.

  And horny.

  I could still taste her sweet essence, still feel those soft, fresh breasts. Being next to her was addicting. I wished she was beside me in my California king bed, where I could stare at her young, perfect, and naked body, spread those sexy ass cheeks apart and penetrate her while she slept, and watch those nipples rise up and harden as I fucked her nice, slow, and deep.

  Argh!

  I showered quickly and dressed in casual shorts and a white v-neck, then made my way downstairs. The house was quiet, so the girls were probably still asleep. I made myself a double shot espresso and walked out to the pool area. Sitting down in my favorite leather lounge chair, I glanced up at the cloudless sky. It looked like it was going to be another perfect California day.

  I took out my phone and went through my emails, deleting most of them and responding to a couple of important ones, then flipped over to my task management app and started planning my day. It was my morning ritual, and I slid into it automatically. I was still halfway through my planning when a shadow appeared beside me.

  “Good morning,” Alice said.

  “Good morning,” I said, turning. She was wearing black mesh yoga pants, a fitted mesh shirt, and Brooks running shoes. Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail.

  God, she looks fantastic.

  “Sleep well?” I asked.

  “Like a baby.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, me too. You going for a run?”

  “Uh huh,” she said, shifting from foot to foot and glancing back at the house.

  “You okay?” I asked, noting her nervousness.

  She nodded, then, after a final glance behind her, she bent low and gave me a deep, long kiss.

  “See you later,” she said, winking as she started walking back, her curvy ass swaying in her tights, teasing me.

  “Alice, wait,” I said, the beginnings of a lusty plan already forming in my mind. “Did you know I have a full gym in the house?”

  She turned and shook her head. “No, I didn’t.”

  “Come on, I’ll show you.”

  I led her inside, turned left to a narrow hallway, and walked to the single door at the end of it.

  “Right inside, ma’am,” I said, holding the door open for her.

  “Wow,” she said, taking in the huge workout room with the large tinted glass panes looking out at the pool. It was one of three rooms in the entire house I designed myself and I was most proud of, the first being my office. The third room, the one Candace knew nothing about, I only used once.

  “This is insane,” she said, her hand touching the gleaming rows of free weights, the mirror on the wall reflecting her awed expression. “It’s like having your own personal Equinox.”

  I laughed. “Not exactly, but it does the job.”

  She looked at the three treadmills and two spin cycles lined up in a row, facing the pool, unsure of which one to use. “I guess I’ll try this one,” she said, stepping up to the middle treadmill.

  “Excellent choice,” I said, coming up behind her and wrapping my arms around her torso. Pushing her hair aside, I started kissing her neckline. Her scent was intoxicating, and I felt myself go hard against the small of her back.

  “I feel something,” she said, giggling. “I thought I already took care of that last night.”

  “That was eight hours ago,” I said, pushing her shirt up and cupping her breast with one hand, while my other hand rubbed her pussy through her tights.

  “Oh god,” Alice said, gasping.

  “You like that?”

  “Uh huh.”

  I pulled Alice’s yoga pants down to her upper thigh. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, the crotch part of her pants already accumulating some white creaminess.

  “Bend forward,” I said. “Show me that ass.”

  Alice complied, her pale, round ass sticking out at me.

  I took a deep breath. I didn’t know if what I was about to do next would scare her or not, but I’d been dying to do it from the first time I held her ass in the pool.

  “Don’t move,” I said.

  “Why, what are you…”

  The hard slap across her left cheek came as a total shock, and she jerked up, gasping.

  “Marcus, what the…?”

  I spank her again in the exact same spot.

  “Ouch!” Alice screamed, starting to turn around.

  “Eyes straight!” I said in a commanding voice.

  “But…”

  “Just do it,” I said in a kinder tone, rubbing her cheek gently, my fingernails scraping lightly across the deep red mark my hand left on her skin.

  I smacked her again three times in rapid succession on the same cheek. Alice jerked as if she had been electrocuted, but she had stopped complaining. Was that a good sign? I glanced at her pussy, witnessing a long string of cum slowly making its way down.

  “Does it hurt?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you like it?”

  “No. Yes. I… don’t know.”

  “Do you want me to stop?”

  A pause. “No.”

  Fuck, yeah! I thought, but remained emotionless on the outside.

  Shifting my position to get a better angle, I spanked her right cheek continuously for twelve straight slaps, the sound of skin striking skin echoing in the gym, each hit causing Alice to jump, her knuckles going white as she gripped the sides of the treadmill. By the tenth slap she was already convulsing and shuddering, her orgasm taking a hold of her whole body. I got up and hugged her from behind, acting as her support, her breasts trembling against my arms as she came again and again.

  When she finally calmed down I turned her around to face me. She had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” she said, wiping her cheeks. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Don’t you know? I’m giving you a master class in sex education.”

  “That’s quite a lesson
, professor.”

  I chuckled. “We’re just getting started.”

  “I think I may have enrolled in the advanced class by mistake. I’m still a virgin, you know.”

  “Virgins are especially welcome in my class.”

  “It’s too intense. I might have to drop it.”

  “Give it time and lots of practice. You’ll get used to it.”

  “Yes, professor,” Alice said.

  God, she’s so cute, I thought, my eyes roaming back and forth between her face and her perfect, perky breasts. I leaned forward, took one of her boobs in my hand, gave it a firm squeeze, and latched on to her hyper-extended nipple.

  “Oh god,” Alice moaned, the tremors returning to her body.

  I yanked her pants all the way down, attempting to remove it, but it was too tight.

  “Shoes,” Alice gasped. I lifted one foot, removed her running shoe, and did the same with her other foot, then peeled one legging completely off, leaving the other to dangle around her ankle.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Alice obliged, placing a bare foot on either side of the treadmill belt, her young, shaved pussy glistening and completely exposed.

  “Goddammit, you’re so fucking unbelievably hot,” I said, kneeling on the belt. Her cunt was inches from my face, the scent of her essence filling my nostrils and sending huge doses of pure dopamine to my brain. With slightly trembling fingers, I spread her labia as far back as I could and ran my tongue up and down her pink inner lips, my nose brushing up against her hard clit.

  “Oh jeez, oh shit, Marcus,” Alice gasped, trembling stronger now as she stared down at my face grinding between her legs. “I can’t, wait, stop, I’m gonna… oh god, oh fuck, oh shit, I’m COMING!”

  She arched her back and orgasmed again, her shudders causing the treadmill to shake violently, her cum squirting out and dripping along the sides of her legs.

  “Goddammit, Alice,” I said, standing up and turning her around so she faced out at the pool. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to fuck you, now!” I dropped my shorts, spread her cheeks wide, and positioned my dick at the entrance.

  Suddenly Alice stiffened.