Jules guided her head closer with each kiss of her thigh, smiling as she watch Lydia, eyes closed, kissing her gently, slowly with each little peck of her lips.
“Yeah, Lydia,” she sighed, “feels so good.”
Lydia slipped her hands underneath Jules’ buttocks and tugged at her knickers, sliding them half-way down her thighs before squeezing in to lick along the girl’s outer lips. She was almost tangled up between her thighs and knickers, constrained but not defeated as she settled against her pussy and kissed, sighed and smiled, still with closed eyes and a look of utter delight on her face.
Jules sensed the rhythm, the practice and style that were different from anything she had felt or experienced before, even from her own fingers. The tongue lapped, flicked, teased and soothed in a hypnotic path that confused, excited and thrilled her, causing her to push up to meet it with every opportunity. It wriggled inside her vagina to such a depth and with such force that it was though it was some sort of mechanical sex-toy. She could see though that tongue as it flicked up at the top of her vulva, it was truly Lydia and only her, entering her so deep and exciting her like no girl had before. She pushed her knickers off her ankles so that she could open her legs as wide as possible and then flopped back on the bed, surrendering to that tongue, the fingers around her buttocks and the growing sense of release that gathered inside.
She felt Lydia reach around her leg with one hand as the other sought out her buttocks. Fingers, wet and slippery, circled her clit gently while the other hand suggested it would play with her anus. Yet the tongue kept on giving her the same deep, rhythmic attention and her lust triggered the final build-up of her orgasm. She had random, loving thoughts of Daddy, then Lydia, her new lovers, protectors and friends. Her breathing quickened as she shook from the intensity of what her body was suggesting and as she thought about that morning with Holly, her wonderful body and finally her smooth, baby-like shaved pussy, she shrieked with pleasure and groaned as it hit her. The climax shook her even as that vision of the girl’s pussy lingered in her mind, the feeling of her skin seemed to be there once again on her fingertips and the smile of the happy girl who lit up her life.
Chapter 26 – Swing Your Daddy
“Hol, we can only look through these university things once, you know. After I’ve left for London we can never go through them again. Just like Mum can’t discuss the journey back with Jules after tonight.”
Holly smiled at her father and looked down at her lap. “I know Daddy, I know. But this is what we want to do right now, isn’t it?”
“Oh gosh yes, more than anything.”
“It’s been wild with her here, right? Without Jules, we’d be just like we used to be.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“Daddy, what’s happened to Mum? Why is she talking and acting so differently?”
“I’m not sure. I think she had some time to have some very deep thoughts over the weekend and came to realise that she’s been out of touch with reality for a few years.”
“She was scary but also ever so kind on the way back. She kept swearing like I’ve never heard her before but cheered me up as well.”
“I’m not sure if I’ve heard all the details, but it’s certainly a change for the better and if she feels good about it then that’s fine, right?”
“Yeah. University will be different as well, a whole new way of life.”
“Yup, your dorm room will be a bit like this I expect. You’ll meet loads of new people.”
“Yeah, I’m looking forward to that.”
“So if this was your dorm room, what music would you have on?”
“Music? Well, I would just use a playlist on my phone.”
“Go on then, nice and quietly.” Holly selected a playlist that hinted that it might even contain some songs from Harry’s era, set her phone by the bed and rested her feet back over her father’s legs. “Now, if you hadn’t been called Holly, what name would you have liked?”
“Wow, I don’t know. Why?”
“Because I’m going to call you that name for tonight.”
“Daddy! Isn’t than strange?”
“You’re going to call me Mike because I always preferred that name to Harry.”
She grinned. “OK, so how about ‘Amy’?”
“OK, Amy. Now, set the lighting so that it’s nice and low. Can you adjust that one?”
She dialed down the bedside lamp to a low setting which meant most of the room was in darkness except for a patch of light around the bed. The new ‘Mike’ took her hand and pulled her to her feet then held both her hands.
“Amy, thanks for such a lovely dinner, I really enjoyed being with you.”
The new Amy looked slightly confused as to how to respond and then slipped right into her role.
“Mike, I should thank you. It was a wonderful dinner and great company. It was good to see Jules again.”
“Yes, it was. Amy, I’d really like to kiss you.”
She leaned up towards him and offered her lips which her father kissed hungrily. He pulled her against him, letting her feel the stiffness of his cock against her stomach. “Ooh!” she said, not expecting to feel his hardness.
“Are you going to invite me in?”
“Yes, sure Mike, come over here.” They sat on the bed and Mike guided her down against the pillows and wrapped his arm around her.
“Am I your first visitor?” She looked up into his face and smiled, touched his stubbly chin and nodded. “You’re so beautiful Amy, and you dress like a model.”
“Oh Mike,” she said and leaned in for another kiss. Mike touched her side then brought his hand up slowly towards the side of her breast. She breathed out hard at the contact then pulled his mouth harder against her own. “Mike, I really need this” she said, pushing her breasts against his chest.
“What do you need Amy?”
“You. Loving.”
Mike felt along her side, over the stretched skirt that covered her buttocks and on down to her knees. He couldn’t reach much further and ran his hand back up, slipping his fingers under her skirt. He cupped her breast and she groaned into his neck, pushing her knee between his legs. “Amy, I need you so much, I want to kiss every bit of your body.” She fumbled with the first button of his shirt but managed the remainder with ease. Mike did the same with her blouse and helped her shrug it off. “You know you’re the prettiest girl at this university! Everyone notices you” He flipped the little catch of her bra and threw it to the floor. “Oh god, just look at you, picture-perfect.” He pulled her to his chest so he could feel the warmth of her breasts and experience the hair against her nipples and a man in her arms.
“Mike, I’ve never done this before.”
“There’s no hurry Amy. Give me your hand.” He guided her down over his chest and onto his groin, pressing her palm onto his hardness and moving it back and forth so she could feel the length through his trousers. “Take you time,” he said, which was not really what he wanted to say because he had been dreaming for most of the day about tasting her shaved pussy and making her come again. He’d been hard or half-way there for about twelve hours. “Undo my belt.”
She unfastened it easily and pulled his trousers down to his ankles, allowing him to kick them off. He then guided her head to his hips and stroked her hair. “Explore Amy, use your hands to find out what happens down there.” With two fingers she felt along the length of his shaft and tried to imagine how far that would go inside her. She slipped her hand between his legs and identified his balls, squeezing them slightly and noticing how he seemed to move protectively. The gusset of his underwear that captured his balls seemed very similar to her knickers and she poked a finger underneath it as a trial, then pulled back, satisfied with the new knowledge. The waistband offered better access and she slipped three fingers inside, earning herself a little groan from Mike. Emboldened, she found the top of his cock just under the elastic and felt around the hard head before pushing the material further down h
is legs. She shifted her position to get closer and more comfortable at which Mike slipped his hand up the back of her legs and over her thighs which caused her to open her legs slightly wider.
Mike wasn’t sure whether it was her little tongue or her fingers that danced over the top of his cock but the pressure was delightfully light and very stimulating, leaving his mind to fill in the missing details of what was causing it. His heart thumped as he lay there, running his hand up and down the softness of her inner thighs while she took all the time she needed to simply touch, stroke and lick his cock and absorb his reactions. “Amy, that feels so good!”
Her nails ran along the insides of his legs, up to his balls then became more gentle as just a single finger traced the route from the base of his balls to the top of his cock. She repeated it, making Mike raise his bottom off the bed to greet the wondrous feeling and push his hand further up inside her skirt until it came into contract with her knickers.
“Oh Mike,” she sighed, resting her head on his leg but still playing with his throbbing cock. His finger teased around the tops of her legs, gently tracing the outline of her knickers until he placed his thumb over her anus. She jolted between his legs as though she had been hit on the head and groaned as he pushed harder against the material, swirling his thumb around the tight opening. “Mike,” she hissed, gripping his cock far more tightly than before. He grabbed the top of her knickers and thought about ripping them off but instead simply pulled them down to her knees before pushing the side of his hand over her warm, wet slit.
He stared between her legs, delighted by the sight of her small opening, the little lips that had unfurled slightly like an opening flower. Inside was a tiny opening, pure pink, glistening even in the pale light of the darkened room. He felt her attention return to his cock and was sure that she had two fingers around the base near his balls which she used to slowly stroke him while her tongue flicked at the bulbous red end with delightfully random movements. It was the gentle stroking the increased his heart rate and caused him to inhale in deep, long breaths. Her movements would never make him come, but he would gladly lie there all night and receive this attention. Through her touch he sensed she clearly loved his cock, was fascinated by the way it responded and would happily lie there in the quiet and warmth of the room to discover all she could about a man and how to please him.
Her fingers gripped him a little tighter and with a long stroke she pulled down long enough to roll back his foreskin, totally exposing the head. She gasped, and Mike reassured her that it was fine, that she hadn’t done anything wrong. He pulled the skin back into position, took her fingers and pulled down again, showing her what happens. No words were exchanged, but Amy leaned over to his cock and licked the end, adding some moisture to it in a move that impressed him. He felt along her inner thighs again, rubbing his hand over her pussy very gently, indicating that she had done well but that he wanted her to continue.
Her head settled again on his thigh and with one hand wrapped around the base of his cock she lapped up and down his length, taking time to lick the end and take it between her lips as Mike groaned and lifted his buttocks to ensure that she didn’t lose contact. Her hand pulled down on his skin making his cock seem as long as possible, taut, throbbing and primed for action.
It was then that Mike knew what he wanted to try with Amy and he pulled her knickers down her right leg closest to his head and over her ankle then guided her gently over him so that she straddled his head. His hands felt up along her thighs and grabbed her buttocks, squeezing hard while she, to her credit, balanced easily and took his cock into her mouth.
“Let me taste you Amy, feel my tongue,” he said, his voice rough in anticipation. He guided her as she dropped down to meet his mouth and gave out a sound that was a mix of a groan and a laugh as he lapped her vagina. She was unprepared for the intensity of the feeling and slumped once again onto his legs with a long groan that was in sync with his tongue as it traced a route from her perineum all the way up to her clit. He licked her slowly, deviating a little on each stroke to probe inside her a little way, adding variety and eliciting sounds that indicated her increasing arousal. From this position the light was too low to see any detail but he could feel the small, individual folds of her labia on his tongue and sensed that the soft skin that made up her small, perfect pussy continued through the area that she had so thoroughly shaved. A small but steady flow from within her pussy met his tongue and he swirled the taste of the young girl around his mouth, that alone bringing his cock to the rock hard state which had characterized the last few days.
He could feel her tensing against him as her attention to his cock started to waver. Her head lay back against his leg as she absorbed every flick of his tongue. Her movement threw him off target slightly and at the start of the next stroke he realised he had dabbed at her anus, confirmed by a huge groan of pleasure from little Amy between his legs. She trembled with the attention and he teased her a little, tasting around the entrance to her vagina before returning to her anus. Movement above him preceded three little fingers which appeared between her legs to gently rub her clitoris as he dabbed harder and deeper into the tight but spotlessly clean hole.
“Oh fuck Mike, yes!” she growled, his cock now abandoned, bobbing alone with its pulsing blood supply while her fingernails dug into his thigh. He reached up and grabbed her buttocks, pulling her open as his fingers dug into the skin around her anus. He probed deeper now, lapping and pushing as his nails grazed the rough edges of her little crinkled hole. She was crying repeatedly now, shaking in his hands as he strained his neck to enter her as deep and with as much feeling as possible. Her fingers circled her clit with ferocity, adding to the build-up of feeling that finally announced her orgasm with a huge groan and a gasp for breath. He thought he saw her pussy bulge in response, a thought confirmed instantly as a spurt of her juices hit his nose, followed by three or four more immensely strong jets from her pussy which dribbled down over his mouth, chin and onto his chest. He gripped her buttocks tightly, trying to keep his tongue on her anus but she eventually won and fell forwards onto him, her fingers still milking her orgasm for every last drop of ecstasy.
She lay motionless on top of him for several minutes with just the sound of her breathing and the soft music filling the room. Mike could see the shine of her arousal covering her tiny pussy amid the taut cheeks of her little buttocks. He touched her legs gently, trailing his fingers up her thighs but not touching her sex, exploring again the pale, youthful skin which was soft but damp in places where her orgasm had soaked her. He smiled at the sight of the lovely girl and was rewarded with the gentlest of fingers touching his aching cock. Leaning back against the pillow he savored the attention as young, invisible fingers trailed up and down his length, slowly, with the lightest of pressure. It seemed as though she was touching him in some sort of dream state, where her mind was in a private but happy place while her body lay on top of him in all its glory. Occasionally, two or three fingers would trace a route around the top of his cock, teasing the folds of skin and heightening the pleasure before a single finger trailed all the way down his length to his balls and then started the delicate exploration all over again. She shifted, and while still lying on top of him she slid over his chest up so that her pussy was once again inches from his face. Now he could see her sex, the arousal, the entrance to her vagina and the glistening folds that formed the gateway to her most sensual parts.
He held her hip and indicated that he needed her to turn. With a final kiss to the top of his cock she wriggled around and lay alongside him, her breasts resting on his chest as she looked up into his eyes and smiled. He placed a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to kiss her lips. She accepted hungrily, pushing a hand behind his head and pulling him closer as her tongue snaked a little way between his lips. They kissed passionately, touching gently, caressing as their arousal continued. She touched his cock as before but with a feeling of urgency in her hands. She rolled over on to
her back and guided him on top of her as she settled onto the pillow and looked up. Mike kissed her lips and lowered himself so that his cock rested on her pubic bone, massaging her clit gently. Her eyes gleamed in the darkened room and a slow, lilting melody started playing as if on cue. She nodded at him imploringly as he sawed back and forth against her clit, then reached down and position his cock for him at her entrance. With no further warning his thrust inside her, pushing her back against the headboard.
“Oh Mike, fuck, yeah!” she groaned as her back arched from pure delight.
He began a regular stroke within her, amazed at how tight and wet she was and convinced that she was far more aroused than she had been that first time. He really wanted her to come once again so that he could feel the ripples of pleasure as they coursed through her and witness the look on her lovely face as she gave herself over to total pleasure. Their kissing slowed as she became focused on her body and Mike gave more attention to her ears and neck which earned him a shrill gasp from her in time with each thrust inside. Each gasp sounded like she was about to cry but it was mixed with pleasure, confirmed by her hands which gripped his shoulders and her nails which dug into his flesh. He wouldn’t care if she drew blood or marked him for life, this moment was something he would never forget as she began to shake and groan beneath him.
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