Arousing Daddy's

by Taylor Sparks

  I pinched and rolled her right nipple between the index finger and thumb of my left hand, and sucked her left nipple into my mouth. I swirled my tongue around her hard little nub, and nibbled it hard enough between my teeth to elicit a loud groan of that beautiful combination of pleasure and pain.

  She grabbed the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair she cried out her pleasure "O fuck yes. Right there."

  As I continued my assault I decided it was about time to check if she was ready, but apparently she was thinking along the same lines because I felt a hand leave the back of my head. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see her dropping her black skirt, revealing a matching set of lacy white panties which she then roughly shoved her free hand into.

  As she moaned in the throes of self induced passion I leaned back to watch with a satisfied smirk on my face, but Serah wasn't having that. She opened her eyes, and as her deep blues met my browns I could see the lust and desire behind them, coiling like a snake about to strike.

  She drew her fingers from her dripping cunt and her visibly damp panties, and placed the first two digits against my lips. I could smell her excitement and couldn't wait to taste it, but before I could even open my mouth she yanked her fingers back and slid them into her own mouth, moaning from the taste of her own pussy.

  As I stared in awe at the incredibly sexy sight before me I realized I was gone. I grabbed her by the hips, and nowhere near gently pulled her into my lap earning a pleasantly surprised "oh" from Serah.

  As I fumbled with my zipper she kissed me. Hard. So hard my head bumped loudly against the cubicle wall as she tried to practically shove her tongue down my throat. The passion and force behind that single kiss had me up the wall as I got my now throbbing erection free and it stood straight up towards the ceiling.

  It was fully hard and shiny with my own pre-cum as she excitedly pulled her panties to the side for my entrance.

  "O fuck it's even bigger than I thought. Quit teasing me and just fuck me please."

  More than happy to oblige I shoved my hot, pulsing dick into her sopping wet pussy and moaned her name through gritted teeth as I slid home inside of her.

  "O yes baby just like that." She wrapped her arms aroud my head, crushing my face into those amazing boobs as we fucked. I did my best to lick and suck but the feelings were just so intense between our legs that neither of us cared very much at the moment.

  Her pussy felt like a combination between a volcano and a ridiculously tight glove, the way her hot tunnel practically sucked me in when she slid down, and gripped me with a furious intensity when she pushed herself back up using my shoulders and her knees as leverage.

  We grunted and moaned like animals as we fucked with a near violent intensity that filled the whole room with the wet smacking sounds of our love making.

  Soon the combination of her tightness and screaming "YES. O YES. HARDER. HARDER." were enough to push me over the edge.

  "I'm cumming. Fuck I'm cumming" I managed to force out as I humped her drooling pussy furiously.

  "O yes baby cum in me. Fill me up. I wanna feel your hot cum filling my pussy."

  Her encouraging grunts were more than enough to initiate my already encroaching orgasm, and I felt the familiar tingle in my balls that signified it was going to be huge, but before I could reach my own finish line she beat me to it.

  "O FUCK YESSSSSS." Her screams were so loud and piercing that had I not been entering my own orgasm I might've been worried the whole floor above and below us would hear. I felt her already tight walls contract and flutter around me spastically and she humped and bucked on my erupting cock. Her orgasm began before, and ended after mine, and when I calmed down I simply held her as she shook and quivered in my arms.The only thing going through my mind at that moment was that I had never seen anything more beautiful in my life.

  When she finally came down, sweaty and hoarse she smiled a huge satisfied smile and winked at me.

  "We should do this again sometime."

  The End.

  Happy Birthday Rosie

  Henry Becker was getting antsy. The presents had been opened, the song had been sung and the cake had been cut. After getting another dirty look from his wife after sneaking back for a third extra piece of cake, Henry was getting irritated, and he knew that if he hung around that old battle-axe much longer they would start arguing, so instead of ruining his granddaughter's 18th birthday party he decided to take a stroll...

  ***

  "Fuck you, you miserable bitch," I mumbled to myself after my wife shook her head at my grabbing another piece of cake. "You don't give me pussy or head, but you sure can bust my balls."

  Somebody that I was standing near glanced over at me, but probably assumed that I was just a senile old fuck mumbling to himself. The guy was right, probably, but I didn't care.

  The frigging pieces of cake were so small that it wasn't any big deal if I had a few extra slices, I figured. Besides, I wasn't the one lugging around an extra 50 pounds. I was still the same 167 pounds I had been all my adult life.

  I wanted to leave the party, having fulfilled my grandfatherly obligation, but I knew that Martha wouldn't leave before everybody else did, so I didn't bother asking. Instead, I grabbed my camera and snuck out the back door, hoping to have enough sunlight to take some pictures out in back of my daughter's farmhouse.

  As I walked past the barn, I heard the snorting of my granddaughter Rosie's horse, so I ducked inside, hoping that the kid was in there so I could talk to a female who didn't loathe me. Inside, Sprite the horse was alone, and after he turned his back on me I left him alone and headed for the back field.

  There was a pond way out back, down the slope that led to the tracks, so I wandered down that way, snapping a few pictures of the scenery. It was then that I saw Rosie down near the creek that ran along the now-abandoned railroad tracks, and two things became very clear to me right away.

  Rosie was not alone. She was with one of the neighborhood kids that had attended her party. This kid was a tall and skinny guy with long blonde hair who seemed to be incapable of forming a sentence without the words, "know what I'm saying"? at the end, and I had been tempted to suggest that maybe if he was more coherent he wouldn't have to ask that question.

  The second thing that was obvious was that Rosie wasn't a kid anymore. Since I was her at her 18th birthday party, that should have been obvious, but she had still seemed like a goofy kid to me despite what the calendar said.

  What she was doing to the guy, who name had slipped my mind seconds after it was told to me, was definitely adult in nature, and as I inched closer to them while staying out of their line of sight, a third thing was becoming clear. I had to take a picture of what was going on.

  I managed to get a half dozen shots that, if they came out as well as I hoped, would be a far more interesting chronicle of her party than the ones I had been taking all day. Being the unofficial family photographer because of my skills and equipment was usually a burden, but as I snapped away, I was warming to the task.

  They were done in about 5 minutes, and to my dismay the action never advanced beyond what I had initially seen. Rosie never took a stitch of clothing off, and although she didn't seem to be very well developed, I would have liked to see what a pair of 18 year old tits looked like, since it had been four decades since I had experienced that.

  I did get to see her friend - Jay or Ray or whatever the hell his name was - rather intimately in the moment it took his to pull his underwear and slacks up, although the sight of his skinny pecker did nothing for me.

  So while I wasn't envious of his equipment, I was quite jealous of what it had just experienced, because it had been a decade since I had gotten from my wife the pleasure of the affection little Rosie had given him.

  When I had developed the pictures the next day, of Rosie on her knees in front of the guy, sucking on his dick with enthusiasm with her hands on his ass, taking all of it in her mouth without straining, I was impresse
d, both with my photography and with Rosie's cock-sucking abilities.

  Zooming in on the teens, the photos showed Rosie as clear as day, with her mouth full of dick, and there was no sign of her letting the guy's load go anywhere except down her throat. None of that finishing off with the hand or spitting it out like it was poison, which was what I was used to back in the day when Martha would go anywhere near my cock.

  On that day, after they finished and went back up the hill while I stayed out of sight, I rejoined the party. I got a kick out of seeing Rosie as she went about the duties of being the cute innocent birthday girl, and looked at her in a whole new light for the rest of the day.

  ...

  "Grandpa!" Rosie said, greeting me with a surprised look on her face upon seeing me at the door.

  "Hi birthday girl," I said cheerfully. "How does it feel to be 18 years and 4 days old?"

  "Feels about the same I guess," she said, adding "Um - Mom and Dad are working," telling me something I already knew.

  "I know," I said, holding an envelope with the photos of her birthday party. "I developed your party pictures."

  "Cool," Rosie said, reaching for them. I"ll make sure Mom gets them - she's got lots of albums with your pictures in them"

  "I'd like to look at them with you," I said, peeking around my granddaughter while asking, "Unless I'm interrupting something."

  "No," Rosie said. "Come on in."

  Rosie probably wasn't all that thrilled with the thought of having to spend time with her grandfather. Can't blame her there, and maybe she was planning on gobbling some of her boyfriend's dick before I arrived, but there was no way I was going to miss seeing her face when she saw the snapshots of her party.

  "Oh, I look so dorky," Rosie commented as she saw the first picture of her opening a present, and as she looked at the photos, I looked at Rosie.

  Rosie was wearing shorts that revealed a lot of her legs, which were a little plump but shapely but a little shapely, and a white tank-top that showed her pale fleshy arms. Unfortunately Rosie was wearing a bra, with the straps showing a little on her round shoulders, so those small bumps on her chest were pretty much hidden from view.

  I had arranged the pictures in order, with the good ones at the end, and by chance there was one of her and her boyfriend, with him dabbing cake frosting on her nose.

  "That's your boyfriend, right" I asked.

  "Rory?" Rosie responded, clearing up the mystery of his name. "No, he's just a guy in my class."

  "Oh," I said, and given the casual way she dismissed him, I was a bit set back, since in my day my cock had never gotten into any mouth that I didn't have at least some kind of relationship with, proving how far out of touch I am these days.

  I braced myself for Rosie's reaction as she got up to the first of the six shots of her and the guy who wasn't her boyfriend, and when she got to the first one, I saw her eyes bolt open wide and her hands start shake.

  "Oh shit," Rosie mumbled, and then she turned to the next one, which was a much closer shot of her sucking away. "You were spying on us."

  She didn't say that with anger, but more with an attitude of resignation.

  "No honey," I explained. "I was getting tired of your grandmother nagging me so I went outside to get away from her, and was just planning to take some shots of the creek."

  "I could have turned around and come back, so I guess you're right about being spied on in that way," I continued. "But I'm glad I did, because that was a lot better than pictures of scenery."

  Rosie snickered a bit at that, and after looking at the final shot, handed me back the pictures and asked me for something.

  "Do me a favor, Grandpa?" Rosie asked. "Give them to my Mom."

  "What?"

  "Don't give them to my Dad," Rosie said. "He would - guess it would hurt him. Mom and me, we have an understanding. She caught me doing that once before."

  "She caught you with Rory?"

  "No, with another guy," Rosie replied, and when I looked at her with quizzical eyes she explained. "I'm not very good-looking, so it's a way of getting to be with guys. I've got kind of a reputation for going down on guys."

  "Plus," she added. "I like doing it. Like being in control, I guess, so if you would give them to Mom, I'd appreciate it. She'll ream me out or ground me."

  "I'm not going to give them to her," I said while handing her back her pictures. "They're yours to do what you want with. I just took them because I was bored. Jealous. Whatever I was, I just thought it was a beautiful thing to see, and reminded me how lousy my life has become."

  "You think I'm a whore, don't you Grandpa?" Rosie asked as she looked at the photos in her hand, and when I didn't answer she added, "Believe it or not, I'm a virgin."

  "Oh," I said, a bit surprised.

  "Yeah," Rosie said with a little grin. "That's why when guys talk about me, they say, Rosie Arnold, she's all head and no tail."

  "Well, that's a good thing I guess," I said as I started to feel a little uncomfortable. "Better get going. Say hi to your folks for me."

  "You and Grandma - you don't get along?" Rosie asked as I prepared to leave.

  "Let's just say these aren't exactly the golden years for us," I said. "Probably my fault as much as hers."

  "Sorry," Rosie said. "And thank you - for the pictures. I really appreciate you not busting me."

  "No problem, I said. "You might want to be a little more discreet in the future though, although like I said, it was a beautiful sight for me. Certainly made the party more interesting for me."

  Rosie smiled and gave me a hug, and as I felt the warmth of her body I sensed her reaching her head up, maybe to give me a kiss, but when I leaned down she whispered in my ear instead.

  "What?" I said, not believing what I had heard.

  "I will if you want," Rosie said, shrugging her shoulder while looking at me. "Like I said, I really enjoy doing it."

  "But I'm an old man," I said, not adding that I also happened to be her grandfather.

  "You're not so old," Rosie said, adding that she had done it to older guys before, although maybe not as old as me, and then asked, "Unless you mean that you don't want me to because you can't - you know - get it up anymore?"

  "No, that's not it," I said, and I might have admitted that I had indeed gotten it up rather recently, having jerked myself off in my dark room while imagining that it was me standing in front of Rosie instead of what's his name, but Rosie's hands on my belt stopped me cold.

  "Here, honey?" I asked as my belt came undone, looking around the kitchen and imagining her father coming up the back porch and seeing this.

  So that was how I found myself in Rosie's bedroom, surrounded by stuffed animals and pictures of singers and actors who I had never heard off, and Rosie was locking the door behind her and approaching me.

  "There. Okay here?" Rosie asked. "Now where was I? Get on my bed - lay down on your back so I can get your pants off."

  What started off with me having fun at my granddaughter's expense was now becoming something all together different, and after my pants came off my ankles and Rosie reached up to take down my boxers I raised myself up and tried to stop her.

  "Honey, this isn't something we should be doing," I said in protest, but Rosie shooed my hands away with a laugh.

  "Don't get shy on me now, Grandpa. I'm way to excited to stop now," Rosie said, and after the boxers came down she told me that I had a cute dick.

  "It gets bigger," I said apologetically about my wrinkled stem, who was doing what he often did when nervous, which was trying to hide.

  "Sorry. Guys don't like to have their dicks called cute, but yours is," Rosie said as her pudgy fingers grabbed it. "And I can tell you get pretty big on account of it's so wrinkled. See?"

  Rosie giggled, and whether it was because of me groaning as she grabbed my cock, or the way it looked when she stretched it upward, I didn't know and didn't care when she lowered her head and took my dick in her mouth.

  I couldn
't see because Rosie's medium length black hair fell down to block the view, so I reached down and pulled it up. There it was, a sight that I never thought I would witness again, my cock in a woman's mouth, and Rosie was pulling it way up every time she raised her head before going down to the bottom.

  "Don't you like it Grandpa?" Rosie asked after a minute of her sucking made only a little difference in my cock.

  "It's great, Rosie. I'm just trying to make this last as long as possible, because it's been so long. Who knows? It might be the last time," I suggested.

  Rosie smiled and said, "Okay. As long as I'm doing it the way you like it, I can do this all day. Want to make it good for you."

  "If you really want to make this great," I suggested, "Would you take your top off for me?"

  "Really?

  "Yes - and your bra," I added.

  "My boobies aren't very big," she said apologetically.

  "I'm sure they're beautiful," I said as she got off of the floor and grabbed the bottom of her blouse.

  Hell, I've been looking at big sagging tits for quite a while, so the sight of breasts without stretch marks and veins no matter the size was going to be great.

  Rosie stood up and pulled her blouse up over her head and then reached back and undid her bra, and while they weren't big - and looked small in proportion with the rest of her slightly chubby frame, the sight of those grapefruit-sized breasts with the plump red nipples made my heart skip a beat.

  "You're beautiful, honey," I told her as she cupped her breasts and squeezed them. "Really, they're beautiful."

  "Wish they were bigger," Rosie lamented.

  "And I'll bet you've got a lot of hair - you know - down there," I opined, and then felt bad when I saw her blush and apologized. "Sorry, Rosie. That wasn't an insult."

  "How did you know?" Rosie asked, and while I could have said it was because when her blouse was up over her head, I had noticed that although her underarms were shaved, they had a dense 5 0'clock shadow that coated the entire round crater, and in my day that was how we used to figure how hairy a girl's pussy was.