by Candy Quinn
She was already so sensitive down there!
Mandy let her head rest backward, and hummed. Her breathing quickened at his every touch. He was doing things to her she simply couldn’t comprehend.
“Yes,” she moaned as he teased her, taking it slow, and she loved that. Mandy didn't mind being teased, but God if it also wasn't driving her crazy! She couldn't wait for him to start pleasuring her.
He gave her entire vulva a quick suck, like it was a delicious fruit. She felt it everywhere, even down in her toes, and especially at the insides of her thighs.
Deftly, with his tongue, he went up one side of her clitoral hood, down the other to brush electrically against her hardened stub of a clitoris, now so, so, so sensitive… begging for more… begging for release.
She pushed her chest forward, wanting to receive more of his attention. She was like a cat longing for more attention, but at the same time wanting to stretch languidly, as though in the sun. Only, sunlight was pleasure, his touch, his attention.
He seemed to sense her impatience, and took her quivering bundle of nerves into his mouth, suckling on it, flicking his tongue at it, before transitioning into a rhythmic, circular licking.
She was aflame with sexual need. There was simply no other way she could put it. She felt on fire.
“Yes,” she moaned as he began to slowly lap at her clit, teasing it from left to right. Fireworks shot up through her with each wet, sticky lap against her nubbin, a short shock of sensation. “Fuck,” she breathed, practically panting.
She moaned when he pushed his tongue in between her slick folds. She could feel it growing, that pressure, that need for release. She hummed, yearning for when he would properly start serving her, when he would stop teasing her and just drive her forward to that oblivion she sought.
Taking her dot into his mouth, he began to tongue it. She stretched out, pointing her toes. She grinned, disbelief of what was actually happening buzzing about in her mind momentarily before being drowned out by the growing tide of her lust.
“Faster,” she panted, but he was still just teasing her. She arched her back, as though granting further invitation. Lifting her hips up, Mandy ground them into his face.
She could smell her arousal, but felt no pang of modesty for it was obvious he was utterly enjoying it.
He groaned onto her, and her body trembled at the vibrations. It was as if a beast had been unleashed within her, and she wanted to cry out and demand more.
He was at her clitoris, flicking her sensitive bud from left to right, dragging his tongue in between her outer and inner lips. The feeling of his hand grabbing the meat of her thigh quickened her panting. She already felt like a hot dog, but he was plucking from her core something animalistic, something primal.
“Yes, yes,” she panted when he began to ring her entrance. She bucked her hips upward even more. She arched her back even more. She wanted even more.
Her nipples were rock hard beneath her fingers as she tweezed them, and she decided enough was enough. “No more teasing,” she whispered, moving her hips, trying to get his finger in her entrance.
The heat she felt from his hot lips on her seemed to drown out all other sensations. She groaned as he pushed a finger inside her and dragged it across her front wall. Her eyes twitched shut, and she clenched her fists tight.
“Oh, Daddy,” she groaned. She was already in heaven, but she knew it was going to get better.
She also knew just from the way he ate her out that he loved the way she tasted, and he pulled his finger out of her, and sucked on the digit, closing his eyes as he did so.
“I could suck on your pussy forever,” he whispered.
“You like the way I taste, Daddy?”
“Oh, baby girl,” he said, looking up from between her legs and meeting her eyes. The eye contact made her jolt. “I love the way you taste.”
He ducked back down, running his tongue up her slit, and then she felt a second digit ease into her canal, and angled it upward. He began to put more pressure on her, and she threw her head back, squeezing her breasts.
“Oh, shit,” she moaned in between heated pants. “Like that,” she whimpered as he settled into a rhythm, licking her bundle of nerves and fingering her. “Just like that. Ugh, you’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”
She met his face hard with her surging hips, alternating between grinning and clenching her jaw, bunching up her face while focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. “Keep going,” she urged him, squeezing her breasts tightly. “Keep going, don’t stop!”
She heard him hum as he lapped at her dripping sex, but he didn’t stop or break rhythm. Mandy mewled her pleasure at him as he lapped ferociously at her sex.
Each time the tip of his tongue brushed against the nub of her clitoris, she squirmed a little, feeling the teasing tendrils of almost-pleasure radiate outward.
She thrilled with the promise of what was to come. His licking was frantic, like her sweet honey nectar was his drug. He weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer onto her swollen mound, and before long she was mashing her womanhood into his face.
He began to run his finger in circles inside her, around her inner button, and she gasped and thrashed on the sofa, feeling orgasm racing toward her. She was starting to see polka dots in her vision, driven ever closer to oblivion. He licked her everywhere, hungrily, stimulating her whole region.
“Oh, eat me! Lick that pussy!” she screamed, punching into his face with her hips. She could see her unavoidable ecstasy around the corner. She was panting, sucking in air and expelling it through long, deep moans.
He was like a starving dog presented with a bowl of food. She held him against her sex, her lust boiling within her. She was staring down climax like an oncoming freight train.
“You taste so good, baby,” he groaned, and the vibrations from his voice pushed her just a little closer to the edge.
She bucked her hips, pressing her sex harder against his mouth, grinding it on her face with rhythmic gyrations as he continued his bliss-inducing licks.
She was almost there. She was ready to erupt. Every nerve in her being pulsed with elation. She was climbing.
His fingers and tongue worked her in unison to devastatingly orgasmic effect. She knew that if he kept at it much longer she’d be coming all over his face.
“Oooooooohh!” she moaned, throwing her head back. The build-up in her belly, the pressure, released into her sex, ignited her nerves, and she was going to come so fucking hard at any second.
“Right there, yes!” she moaned. She was eying ecstasy.
He kept tonguing her clit just how she liked it, and she was getting closer and closer… it was only a matter of time.
“Oh, God,” she hissed. She was shivering and quaking. “OOOHHH!” she wailed.
Her muscles tensed up, hard. She clenched tight as her crisis radiated like a detonation from within her. She gripped at his hair, pulled it hard, and still he licked her, fingered her, and drove her through her orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she wailed, bliss and ecstasy crashing over her, throwing her nervous system about like tidal waves did a fishing boat.
And then it was over, and it was waning, ebbing, and she was a panting, heaving, and sweating mess. Her whole body jerked – she was now too sensitive, and she laughed and pushed her step-father off her, smiling at him.
“That felt so good,” she breathed. He got the message. He sidled up her body, and lay in bed beside her, holding her, kissing her forehead with the kind of intimacy that made her feel a pang in her gut, and a thump in her chest.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said through pants, burying her face in the nook between his neck and his shoulder. “Was this wrong?”
“No, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “No. Not at all. This is right.”
“But… but if anybody found out.”
“We won’t tell anybody, baby. This will be our little secret.”
She nodded, bitin
g her lip. Maybe they could keep it their little secret! Maybe they could have this affair in private. Maybe, for now at least, it would be better that way.
She noticed his hard cock pressing into her abdomen, and she gripped it, gasping at his girth. “Daddy,” she said, looking up at him and grinning. “Will you make love to me?”
He kissed her hard, and their tongues danced, and she loved the way she could feel the warmth of his breath, taste him. It seemed to intimate… so close. For a split second, she was terrified that this was all just a dream and that she would wake up, and it would all be over.
He turned her gently onto her side, kissing the back of her neck as he did so. Her skin felt positively alive everywhere his lips touched, and she smiled and hummed in delight, following his guidance, lying on her side so that her back was to him, so that her bum was pressing against his hard cock.
She gasped when she felt his bulbous tip at her entrance, and realized that he was moving his cock up and down her slit. It sent all her nerve endings buzzing like mad, and she pushed back involuntarily, desiring more, desiring him inside her.
“Come on, Daddy,” she panted, reaching back to touch him. He held her hand in his, and they interlocked fingers. “Come inside me.”
He crossed her thighs one over the other, and then pushed himself inside her, from behind her. She moaned loudly, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with so much sensation. He was so thick, and he was stretching her crazily!
Mandy had never before felt something like this. God, it was fucking amazing!
Slowly he began to inch inside her, and she felt her tight entrance swallow the wide ridge of his cock head. She mewled and moaned as he continued to invade her velvet canal with his manhood, as it rubbed against her front wall, making her lick her lips involuntarily.
In her position, she was so much tighter, and she was set ablaze in pleasure as she felt him touch her everywhere with his manhood. It was like every nerve ending was on fire. It was like every single bit of flesh inside her that could feel something was being stimulated.
She felt so… so full, too. Something she hadn’t really expected.
“Oh, Daddy,” she hissed, and sensing her thoughts, her needs, he reached over her hip, he started massaging her clit. She was instantly plunged into sensation, and she bit her lip and pushed her head back against him, and bucked her hips backward, too.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, and he obliged, starting off slow, with gentle thrusts, but before long graduating to rhythmic fast fucking. She was lost in it all almost instantly.
All could do was grin and relax, letting him fuck her for all he was worth, while he fingered her clit so deftly, while he brought her racing forward. She felt like she was already getting ready to take off, like she was on the launching pad.
He drilled himself into her, his hand working her clit, his lips on the back of her shoulder, on the back of her neck, kissing and biting and nibbling. She could hear his breathing, fast, deep. She could hear her own gasps for air, interspersed with high pitch squeals and moans.
She could feel the breath rushing past her ears, over her face. It was so close, so intimate. She could feel his heat radiating through her body.
“Oh Goooooddddd!” she moaned. “Oh, shit, oh shit!” He was fucking her really hard now, and he was bottoming out each time, and each time his cock thrust into her womanhood it ground against her g-spot, and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.
She was bathed in bliss, lost in sensation, and she was only climbing, only getting closer and closer to that inevitable.
She held onto his hand that was in between his legs, and moaning and crying out in pleasure, pushed it harder against her. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her harder and faster, his lean body like a whipcord snapping back and forth, his fingers on her clit massaging it deftly, expertly.
“Daddy!” she wailed. “Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy!”
Mandy could feel that spring coiling inside her, that gear winding up. She moaned and writhed on the bed, reaching behind her to grab his ass and force him into her.
He fucked her with abandon, drilling deep inside her sodden womanhood, setting her pleasure centers on fire, her nervous system ablaze.
“Fuck me!” she mewled, eyes shut tight. She was climbing, ascending. She was getting closer and closer.
“Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCK!”
Mandy crested then, her whole body rocking with pleasure, her nerves electrified, her senses in heaven.
She was soaring, in orbit, shivering and shaking, writhing and wriggling; moaning and smiling.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she hissed through gritted teeth.
He kept fucking her, drove her through her orgasm, and she clamped her canal around him, body tensed, a snapshot of ecstasy reached twice in the space of a minute.
He fucked her still, but he was no longer fingering her clit, no longer stimulating the over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
His thrusts grew shallower and shallower, and then he was groaning in her ear, tensing up, gripping onto her breasts and pulling at her nipples so hard that it hurt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and he came inside her. His huge cock twitched and she felt it, felt it grow in width, felt it stretch her, and felt it fill her up.
He came and came and came.
He unloaded himself for all he was worth into her, and then it was over, and he was panting on the back of her neck.
His grip on her bosom relaxed, and she took his hands, putting a finger in between each of his, and hummed, holding them to her chest.
“Wow,” he said from behind her, his breath ragged. “That was… amazing.”
“Hold me,” Mandy said, and he did. He held her tight, and their bodies were as one. He was still inside her, and she could feel both of their juices leaking out of her but she didn’t care. She just wanted to stay like that, in bed with the man she couldn’t love, but did, forever.
“Daddy,” she said, looking over at him. He gave her a kiss, and she sent a tongue to his lips, wetting them.
“What is it, baby?”
“Will you never leave me?”
He looked her in the eyes. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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7
Teaching the Brat
By Ophelia Stephens
Okay, it worked. Mom and Mike get their wish and I decide to attend college, enrolling last minute for the fall term after our little road trip.
My stepdad hasn’t spoken about our time together once since we got home. And he also made sure that there was not a single moment during the entire summer where him and I were ever alone.
I am disappointed. Enrolling for college, for his college, is just another way for me to get closer to him. I know he is teaching classes during the semester this year – and I will be moving to campus and be around him a lot more than my oblivious mother.
Him agreeing to teach during the semester may have to do with something that I had not been aware of until my mother told me one summer evening when we were alone at home. She has been having an affair, for quite a while actually. And Mike has known about it. She told him shortly before we left for our road trip, so he had even known back then. Maybe that’s why he was so angry. Maybe that’s why, he finally gave in to my teasing.
But it makes his distancing from me even more so mysterious. If my mother has been cheating on him, why does he feel bad about what we did? Maybe he didn't like it. Maybe now that he has gotten a taste of me, he has lost interest. But didn't he say that I am his now? That I belong to him? Why would he say that if he never intended to touch me again? I don't get it.
And I want him so badly.
Classes have started a week ago and I have
spent most of my time straying around the hallways in search for my distant stepdaddy. But I have only seen him a couple of times, always shielded by colleagues and giving me nothing but a polite nod and a short greeting, because he had to.
Seriously, what is wrong with him? Instead of lurking around in his department - where I don't even take classes, mind you, I want to be close to him, but Economics still don't interest me one bit - I decide to find out about his schedule to be able to anticipate where he'll be at what time. I sound like an out of control stalker, but it appears to be the only way for me to get what I want.
And I want him. His muscular, sexy body with that gorgeous cock. I want to be stretched by his impressive girth again and again, I want him to take me, teach me and be a good girl for him. I am quite certain that none of the little college boys around here can compete with him. With his strength, his experience. How can they? They are silly little boys with little to no knowledge about what a girl wants, what a girl needs. I cannot help but yearn for the man who took my virginity in that manly, assertive way as he did.
Just thinking about him makes my panties stick to my wet center. I am standing in front of his office door, subtly rubbing my thighs together beneath my short skirt. I know he's in there. It's his consultation hour right now and he won't have another class today. I do and I should be on the other side of the campus, listening to one of my introductory courses. But this is more important.
My insides are in a turmoil, throbbing with anxiety and anticipation as I finally dare to knock on his door.
"Come in," I hear his voice from behind the door.
I slowly open the door, sticking my head in as I whistle my innocent greeting. "Hello, daddy."
He is sitting behind his desk and looks up, alarmed. "Brittany, what are you doing here?"
"I really wanted to see you," I say, closing the door behind me. God, he looks stunning. He is wearing a light blue shirt that fits tightly around his buff upper body. And he is so tanned. Part of his plan to escape me was hanging out at the pool side with his friends as often as possible. He has been soaking in a lot more sun than usual. How can any of his students concentrate on class with him standing in the front, looking like this.