Harvey raised himself back up to his full height and pressed his body against me completely one more. I felt a hard bulge in his pants pressing into my belly, it was larger by far than any of the bulges I’d felt through the pants of my boyfriends during our petting sessions in their back seats, but I didn’t have much time to contemplate it.
“You’re such a beautiful girl, Anna.” He said quietly, and then bent down to kiss me for the first time. His mouth clamped down on mine, sucking at my lips forcefully, and I thrust my tongue into his mouth, tasting him, and feeling the last of my self-control slip away completely. I needed him, and my body needed a release.
After a kiss that seemed to last forever, our mouths parted and I breathed deeply and quickly, trying to catch my breath in case the next kiss was just as long. My chest raised and lowered with each deep breath, pushing into him then pulling back slightly. My legs continued to quiver, I couldn’t take much more of this position.
Harvey let go of my arms and my heels made contact with the ground again. In the same motion Harvey bent down and wrapped his arms around me at ass level, lifting me up into the air. As I disentangled my wrists from my shirt and bra, casting the unrequired clothes aside, I wrapped my legs around him and he pushed forwards with his hips, pinning me against the car again.
The bulge at the front of his jeans was nestled length-ways down the centre of my pussy lips and it pushed the material of my panties just inside the entrance of my vagina. From around each side of my moist underwear, my newly exposed pussy lips rested directly on his jeans, feeling the hard cock separated from my cunt by only millimetres of material.
I had both of my arms wrapped behind Harvey’s head, which was once more buried in my chest, sucking, licking, kissing all the exposed skin that his lips could find. I was in heaven as I ground my pussy against him. I’d only masturbated a few times before this, but I knew an orgasm was building inside me, and I knew it was going to be a big one.
Harvey leaned back, lifting me higher into the air and carried me towards the front of my car. He kicked the mailbox, which skittered away into the corner and set me down on the dented bonnet. The bonnet wasn’t sitting flush with the rest of the car anymore and let out a hollow-sounding metallic ‘bong!’ when it bore my weight completely.
He ran his hands up my legs, which were still loosely wrapped around him, feeling my smooth and taught teen thighs and finally reached my hips under my skirt. Gripping with each hand he gently pulled downwards on my panties, slowly removing them as he looked upwards into my eyes. I felt the material pulled out from between my pussy lips, no doubt a soaked and sticky mess and, just like that, my pussy was on display for my Daddy. I unwrapped my legs from Harvey’s hips and he pulled my panties completely off.
Without a word he knelt down on the ground between my legs and his head disappeared under my skirt. I couldn’t see what he was doing but after only a short pause where he was no doubt taking an extremely close up look at my slippery and unused pussy he began kissing my inner thighs. His mouth felt so hot on my skin, and contrasted with the prickly sensation of his stubble as he teased his way towards my pussy.
I was so turned on by this point I began moaning before he even touched my slit. I’d been so very close to cumming when he’d first raised me up off the floor and I was grinding my pussy against him, that I felt almost crazy with lust and the need for release. At last I felt his tongue on my clit and my orgasm began to edge over the point of no return.
As his tongue flicked on my clit, he spread my pussy lips with two fingers, opening my tight slit. I felt his hot breath inside me, alternating with the cool air as he breathed. My moans became louder with every breath, building and building as he pleasured me. I felt him slip a finger into my tight cunt, it slid in easily, but only as far as my hymen. When he felt my intact barrier I heard him gasp, but thankfully he returned his tongue to my sensitive bump quickly.
He extracted his finger, soaked in my juices, and I felt him insert a different finger. This too slid into me with ease, buried in the tight confines of my fresh pussy up to the point of my hymen. Then, to my surprise and pleasure, I felt him insert the first finger, still slick with my juices, in my asshole up to his first knuckle. I’d never even dreamed of sticking anything up my ass before and I couldn’t hold myself back any more.
With my Daddy’s tongue on my clit and one finger in my pussy, another in my ass, I came like I’d never cum before. Spots of colour danced in front of my eyes as I felt a vibrating glow of pleasure explode into my body from my clit, filling me up with mind-bending ecstasy. As if from a great distance away I heard myself yelling ‘Yes! Yes! Yeessssss!’, but I was away with the fairies. I ran my hands over my body, and everywhere I touched a tingly trail of pleasure played across my skin, following the movements of my hands. It was incredible, and I almost cried as I felt myself coming back down to earth, the pleasure fading like a dream after you wake up.
Harvey was standing up, his head reappeared from under my skirt and between my shaking legs. He undid the button of his jeans, then pulled down the zip. I watched breathlessly as he pushed his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock. I couldn’t imagine anything that size going inside me, but I knew I was going to try. I sat up and grabbed at his shirt, dragging it off over his head and throwing it away.
His body was amazing, well defined pecs covered in a light dusting of chest hair, and a lean belly, abs just visible. He was no muscle-bound hulk, he was a man with a great body from the real world, and he wanted me. I was going to give myself to him.
“You’re a virgin.” He said, stating the obvious.
“I want to give you something special, Daddy. Show you that I’m not all ‘take, take, take’” I said. I was ready.
“Put me inside you.” He responded.
I grabbed at his rock hard cock and carefully pulled it downwards until it was pointing at my crotch. A slippery clear liquid was dribbling out of the end of his erection, so I spread it around the engorged head, thinking it might make it easier on myself. I raised my feet and put them on the edge of the bonnet, feeling my pussy lips part due to the spread. Leaning backwards, I pulled his cock towards my waiting pussy and felt the head make contact with my slightly spread lips, pushing them to either side.
I let go with one hand, keeping the other wrapped around the lower shaft of Harvey’s cock, and I kept on pulling him towards me. The head disappeared inside of me and I felt the bumpy ridge tickling at my lips but soon his cock hit my hymen, and combined with the tightness of my virgin vagina, I couldn’t pull him in anymore.
“I need... I need you to fuck me.” I said. I’d never cursed in front of him before, in anger or not, and I blushed as the word came out of me, fully realising how silly it was to be embarrassed by any words at this stage.
Harvey leaned forward and placed his hands on my shoulders, pushing me down towards him. With a short and swift thrust he penetrated through my hymen with his cock. I squealed in pain, it was sharp, but dulled quickly, and I was soon distracted by the feel of his invading erection, rubbing on my previously untouched pussy walls. At first it felt like fire on my sensitive pussy, but when he was completely buried in my cunt he stayed still and let my pussy get used to the huge invasion.
He kissed me again and this too served as a minor distraction from his cock. His body pressed against mine, as close as two people can be. I felt him begin to pull backwards, again fanning the fire in my pussy, but it was already becoming more than bearable, it was fucking fantastic. He was almost completely out of me and I felt the wonderful sensation of the ridge of his cock head tickling my pussy lips when he began to push forward again, faster this time.
His body hard and mine soft, once more came to rest together and his cock was completely inside me again. I loved the feeling of being so full, so close to him. After a much shorter pause he retracted his dick again. It was completely slick with my juices as well as his own now and was sliding much easier.
Harvey
was almost out of me when he thrust in much faster and harder. I gasped as our bodies met with a slap and under my ass the bonnet of my car made a metallic crumpling sound. A different kind of fire sparked in my pussy with that stroke of his cock, it was much more like the pleasure that had recently rocked my body and I wanted it to grow.
“Fuck me, Daddy.” I repeated my earlier request and Harvey began pounding in and out of me with no pauses, at a steady pace, changing the angles of his thrusts every now and then and groaning at the pleasure he was extracting from my body.
I was almost drunk on the power I felt. This was me making a groaning man out of this grown man. My pussy was the focus of his whole world. The garage echoed with the sounds of the poor abused bonnet, it sounded like a giant was crushing some huge empty cola can every time Harvey bottomed out inside me, shaking my breasts and pounding my ass into the car.
The fire in my pussy grew and as Harvey began to breathe heavily and irregularly, I felt myself once more pushed over the edge of some cliff. As I fell into a sea of bliss I managed to squeak out a few words over and over again before I descended into a pleasured gibberish
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Daddy, I’m cumming... uuhhhhhhhhnnn”
I wrapped my arms around him again holding him close, crushing my breasts against him as he thrust powerfully into my quivering pussy. I felt a small gush of my juices leak out from around his pumping cock and then he pounded into me with one almighty stroke.
“Oh fuck.” He whispered, I don’t think he was speaking to me intentionally, but his mouth was right by my ear. I felt a fluid squirt out of his erection deep inside me, painting my pussy walls, and then another. He did a few quicker thrusts and I felt a thicker flood of juices ooze out of my slit, travel over my asshole and down the crack of my ass where it would eventually drip off and pool on the bonnet underneath us.
Harvey thrust all the way inside me and stayed there. Each of us twitching slightly, we tried to regain our breath. My ears were ringing, either from the rush of blood to my head, or from the racket the bonnet had made while I was getting fucked for the first time.
His cock shrunk and slipped out of me, but we stayed where we were. I didn’t want to let go, I felt so close to him. I could have stayed there forever.
“I love you, Daddy, please don’t send me away.” I was on the verge of tears again, I couldn’t stand the thought of moving out and not seeing him anymore.
“I won’t, princess. I love you too.” And then he kissed me again, slower and with less wild urgency than before. It was the sweetest kiss I’d ever had.
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THE BACHELOR PARTY: A VEGAS TELL-ALL By Kelsey Charisma
Makeup cluttered the bathroom counter. Foundation, powder, eyeliner, it was all there, scattered from the sink to the wall. Kia cast a gimlet eye over the disarray; messes drove her nuts, but her young mom was so vastly different from Kia that everything Samantha did drove her crazy. Kia accredited it to Samantha giving birth at seventeen, and instead of growing up quick she held onto her youth, wanting to stay hip and cool. Kia on the other hand was a tidy recluse, probably because she strived to be the exact opposite.
“Did you want any money?” Samantha asked, and glanced at Kia through the mirror before touching up her lipstick with liner. Kia considered her mom. She didn’t know what possessed her to push for marriage. But it was no wonder Andy accepted. Samantha was beautiful. And besides, Kia being much younger, they looked like they could be sisters. They had the same curly blonde hair, big steel-gray eyes that popped no matter what they wore or if they chose not to wear makeup, and they had the same knockout figure. Only Samantha chose to use her curves to manipulate.
“No, I don’t need money,” Kia said when she couldn’t look at her mom anymore without getting upset. “What for? I’m eighteen and in Vegas. I can’t gamble. I can’t drink. I can’t go to your bachelorette party. So what’s the point? Why’d I even come?”
“I’m getting married tomorrow, silly.”
“Yeah, to the guy you made a pact with ten years ago to marry if you were both thirty-five and single.” Kia huffed, folded her arms, and leaned against the counter. She didn’t bother to hide her irritation, or care her little temper tantrum seemed immature. She let her mom think the reason she grumbled was because she’d be bored all night. The truth of the matter was that she didn’t want the wedding to take place.
Andy, her soon-to-be stepdad, was the man Kia had a crush on since her mom met him twelve years ago when the two seriously thought about dating, but for some reason it never happened. They became friends instead, and Kia was pleased to learn they never did so much as kiss. But lately, she knew they were trying to connect sexually, but with Andy constantly traveling, he hadn’t seen Samantha in over two years. The entire arrangement was crazy, but that was always her mom’s flair.
Kia’s on-and-off infatuation with him never resulted in anything other than an occasional hug, but for some reason, she couldn’t let it go. Eventually he stopped touching her; she stiffened whenever he embraced her and she was sure he thought she was uncomfortable. Kia had a lot of regrets about not trying to let him know she liked him, especially now that her mom convinced Andy marriage was a good thing. If she had a chance to do things differently she’d go back in time and tell him, but that wasn’t possible.
“Don’t be such a party pooper,” her mom said. “I don’t want anything to put a damper on this night. It’s going to be legendary. Tonight is the last night I’ll be single, and I want it all. Some girl’s dream of their wedding, I’ve dreamt of an amazing bachelorette party.” Her mom rubbed her lips together and then made a soft popping sound when she opened her mouth. She oozed sex appeal while dabbing her finger to her lips. Samantha had a way with men. And so did Kia after years of watching the best. “Which is why you’re staying here and you’re not coming to my crazy party. I intend to have my first and last threesome.”
“Gross, Mom! Seriously, who tells her daughter that? Why do you tell me shit like that? Now I’m picturing it! Gross!” Kia hissed and pushed off the counter, deciding to leave the bathroom. She hated it when her mom said inappropriate things, which she did a lot, and sometimes in public just to get a rise out of her. Nothing irritated her more.
“We’re friends.” Her mom sniggered, finding it hilarious that Kia didn’t want to think of her as a sexual creature.
“I’m still your daughter! That’s so gross.”
“Well, at least now you won’t show up.” Her mom continued to laugh from the bathroom. Kia wandered out to the balcony and shut herself outside away from her mom. Now that her shock was wearing off, she thought about Andy and Samantha’s bizarre pact that they could cheat on each other until the wedding. It made Kia wonder if her mom simply wanted a reason to party. She sure as hell hoped so, because she wanted one of them to call it off before they wed the following evening.
Kia brooded for so long that when she walked back i
nto her hotel room, her mom was gone and it was nearly ten o’clock. She didn’t want to spend the night bored in her room and decided to wander the halls. However, she didn’t get passed the elevator when she stepped in with two female cops. The chatty policewomen continued to talk, and Kia pretended not to listen as she rode the elevator to the top floor.
“Do you think the bachelor is hot?” One policewoman asked the other.
“I sure as hell hope so. I can hardly dance on some guy’s cock anymore and not start to gag I’m so disgusted. I refuse to suck dick anymore, but that just pisses some guys off. Seriously, if I had somewhere to go, I’d run.”
“Cherry!” The first policewoman hissed in a loud whisper before nodding in Kia’s direction. Kia didn’t have the decency to pretend not to overhear. She smiled at them, shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. This was Vegas. Prostitution was rampant. And if their talk about blow jobs didn’t give away their career, their sexy cops’ attire did.
“It’s fine. I’m a stripper, too.” Kia lied, but it was fucking stroke of genius.
The two girls looked Kia up and down, and she could imagine they were concluding her tiny skirt and tank top wasn’t in costume. Besides showing off her legs and cleavage, she wasn’t flaunting anything. “But you look so young.” One of the strippers said, in obvious disbelief.
“I’m not working tonight,” Kia said and left it at that because she didn’t have any other brilliant ideas about why she’d be in a hotel if she wasn’t working.
“You’re not meeting someone in his hotel room?”
“No, I’m not dressed for it,” she said, and held her arms out to the side while looking down at her own clothes, “obviously.”
“I think you look pretty hot, and just enough not to get caught.”
“Ask her, Monica!” The two girls locked eyes and conversed silently; the stripper that spoke prodded her friend in the ribs.
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