by Francis Ashe
He dug deeper, rotating his finger into my pussy and curling it inside, tickling a spot on the front of my walls that always makes me squirm, and smiled as I did.
“God, I’m hard, Liz. And it’s all for you, no one else. I don’t care what other people say, what they do. You changed everything for me, and I’m not going anywhere. Understand?” He stroked my cheek with the two fingers I’d just sucked.
He always knew the right things to say. The perfect things to do.
I just nodded and looked up at his eyes.
Then I pushed him backwards, gave him a sly grin, and went to my knees taking his jeans with me.
As soon as his pants dropped below his cock, the big, round tip sprung up and pointed at me. I took the naughty lollipop between both of my palms, squeezing him, massaging his whole length and finally rolling one of his balls around in one hand. While I fondled his sack, I quickly stuck three fingers deep in my soaking pussy then slid my hand up to his tip to get him all nice and slick.
“Daddy,” I whispered, “you’re so hard, so wet. When I slide my little hand up and down you, I imagine you’re fucking me. I imagine this big, thick cock is stretching my little pussy out, drilling me against this washing machine. I imagine my thighs slapping against the metal, one leg thrown over the top of it so I’m spread out wide enough that you can get all the way inside. I imagine your balls thumping against my leg.” I looked up at him for a second, squeezing his cock in my fist and letting my hand slide all the way up before starting over at the base. He was so wet from my sex juice that I didn’t need to jerk.
“I imagine,” I paused to kiss away a little drop of pre-cum as it dribbled, “you gushing inside me, filling me up with all the hot, thick cum you can manage.” Not able to take any more playing around, I slid my tongue underneath his tip and caressed that little place that thrills him, then closed my lips around the ridge at the bottom of my daddy’s dickhead. I pumped harder for a moment, and looked up at him again with my eyes open halfway. After making a lap around him with my tongue, I pulled my mouth off, squeezed him again, letting my hand slide from his balls to his tip as another drop spilled out of my daddy’s perfect cock.
“I imagine,” I opened my eyes wide and spoke so close to his dick that my breath caressed him, “you sucking my tits, little trickles of milk running down your chin. And I imagine you pumping me so full of warm, sticky juice that it drips down my thighs.” I licked him and squeezed his balls harder, just how he liked. “Then I imagine me trying to keep it all in my pussy, holding my hand over my worn out little snatch and feeling your warmth pool up inside me.”
In my hand, his cock was so hard it started to throb. His mouth was half agape, and he had all of his fingers tangled up in the hair that framed my face.
“I...I,” he started to speak before I hushed him with a quick, hard suck.
“I imagine there’s so much that no matter what I do, it oozes out between my fingers, just a little,” I whispered, as I rubbed his tip against my face, “and I imagine that when you’re finished gushing in me, and your cock starts to get a little soft, that you keep sucking my tits, and I pinch my nipples with one hand while I lick all your cum off my fingers.”
The hand around his cock went back between my legs and a gasp escaped as I stuck three fingers inside again and pushed them in and out. I wrapped them back around his twitching cock, glistening with sex.
“Can you... can you do that for me, daddy? Can you make my little dream come true?”
Before I had a chance to get my lips back on him, my daddy, the only man I’ve ever really loved, answered me by lifting me to my feet, shoving one of my legs up on top of the appliance in front of us and stroking the tip of his dick up and down the length of my sopping snatch.
“I can try,” he said, as he braced his weight on one arm, and stretched just the head of his prick inside my sweetly aching hole. The way air whistled between his teeth as his cock slipped inside me was near-musical. It was a kind of high-note symphony accompanied by the pounding percussion of my thighs thumping against the washing machine’s cold metal.
When he pulled back, almost all the way out, and breathed deep, my body yearned for him. I ached for him to fill the void he left inside me with every single thrust. This intensity, this intimacy took my breath way over and over. Even though my daddy was the first man between my legs, I was also sure that he would be the only man who could ever make me feel this taken care of; this secure.
As the ridge around my daddy’s cock head slipped inside my entrance, my pussy swallowed him up and held him fast. He wasn’t going to get away again, not until he pumped me full of that hot liquid I so craved. Reaching behind my splayed out body, I managed to coil two fingers around the base of his cock and grip him tight. He was already wet to the hilt in my sex juice, so he just glided through my hand, which I closed to a fist.
Sliding in, pulling back. This heavenly rhythm continued for a few moments with the heat of his cock first against my palm, then inside my body spreading a radiant energy through me. His pumps, shallow at first, started to get deeper and deeper as his cock hardened even more inside my sex.
And then, all of a sudden, he pulled out and lifted me into a sitting position.
“I just need to taste you. I need to slide my tongue between those folds, taste the pussy of the woman I love. That okay, baby girl?”
I melted. All I could do was chew my lip and nod. Pulling my knees up, I shoved my shirt up over my aching tits so my daddy could get a feel, squeeze me and knead me like he loves to do. I looked down just as he began to paint a slow, lazy circle around my cleft and noticed that heat from earlier had made a red flush all over my belly.
One of my hands tangled in Peter’s thick, dark hair and with the other, I twisted and pinched a sensitive, pebbled nipple. The tongue between my legs did another lap around me and slid from the beginning of my slit to my asshole, then back up. I angled my hips higher so that the whole of me was bare for my daddy to do with as he pleased.
Peter moaned a soft, vibrating “mmm...” as he parted my lips with his tongue and tasted my hole with just the tip, he moved his fingers across my body in a sultry, delicate loop before diving deeper inside me and groaning again.
His voice made my clit tingle and my pussy swell with desire. A moment later, two fingers slipped inside me halfway and his tongue tickled up to my clit where he drew a series of fluttery circles. Everywhere he touched, goose prickles followed.
I could do this forever. Be with him, like this, and never stop. I can’t believe what’s happened. I never thought this sort of thing would happen to me. Never thought...
My daddy’s tongue snapped me back to reality as he finally began to massage my nib in quick, gentle little flicks. He spread his fingers out inside me, rotating them independently and lingering on every spot that made me shudder, moan or shiver. There were a lot of those. Finally, he flattened his tongue on top of my clit and slid his fingers all the way inside my slickness.
“So, so wet,” he whispered in between licks, “your pussy is just wonderful, Liz. I could do this forever.”
I just grinned and watched his face as he descended on me again. Mouth warming me, fingers dancing inside, and the tip of his pinky circling my other hole that I had become aware was quite wet from my juice.
“Mmm... I just love how you taste,” his voice vibrated against my sex, sending thrills up my spine.
Just then, a fingertip slid gingerly inside my asshole. I groaned out a loud “Ooonnn...” as he worked it further in, letting my ring stretch around his finger before pushing deeper. Another finger joined the two in my snatch, taking up a space almost as big as did his cock. “Oh daddy,” I moaned, “Oh daddy this feels so good. I love you so much. So, so, so much.”
He stopped moving completely and raised his eyes to mine.
“I... Liz, I love you too. More than anything. You know that, right? You know that you’re stuck with me. Thick and thin.”
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��There’s no being stuck with you. Stuck is what happens when you settle. I’m completely, totally, in love with you,” I replied, surprised at my own eloquence. “I don’t know what I’d do without you and little Davis. You two are my world.”
Peter smiled an honest, real smile. He held my gaze for a few more seconds as his fingers started to stir again in those curling, filling, wonderful circular motions. He touched his tongue just below my navel and licked a path down, back to my clit, where he settled again. I lay my head back against the wall. His fingers pumping and stretching me, his tongue flashing back and forth, my daddy managed to take me all the way to another world. All of my thoughts faded, and before I knew it, my entire reality became my sex and my emotions.
He made another sound, tingling my pussy with his voice and plunged his fingers deeper until his palm pushed against my body, grinding on my clit. He stood, hunched over and licked a quick circle around the nipple I had been pinching. There was the barest trickle of milk just brimming over the top, and when he licked his way up, he groaned a pleasured sound when the droplet disappeared on his tongue.
Driving his fingers inside me, Peter massaged between my legs and closed his lips around the sensitivity of my stiff, leaking pink tip. Back and forth he lashed his tongue, forcing sounds I’d never heard before out of my lips. Heat surged in my pussy as he pushed hard again, with so much force that my whole body shifted upward.
I felt warmth escape my breast. My daddy licked it away, moaned, and desperately rubbed his palm against me.
“Your milk tastes as good as that pussy, Liz. You’re all incredible,” he whispered before putting his lips back in place and sucking harder.
A burst of sound came out of me at the same time as my muscles tensed up. I felt a warm, wet feeling between my legs, and the way my daddy moaned, I knew I had squirted a little. He just kept working me, not letting me pause or catch my breath.
Tension built up in my entire lower body, spreading from my stuffed pussy up to where he pleasured my breasts. I held my breath as long as I could, forcing the orgasm to stay inside me, to tense all those muscles and tendons for what seemed like an eternity.
Then, relief.
A second gush filled my daddy’s hand, and the flush from my belly spread up my chest. Another squeeze of milk rolled down Peter’s tongue and my body began to shake, weakened from release.
“Oh that’s it, cum for me. Cum as hard as you can, baby girl. That’s it, that’s it. Cum for daddy.”
He rotated his fingers inside me and I quaked again as release washed over and through me.
Slowly, my breathing returned to something approaching normal, but just as my heart rate and pulse moved in the same direction, Peter ran a hand through my hair and slid me toward the edge of the machine.
His cock felt like heated iron against my cunt. As soon as he touched me with the tip of his manhood, I shuddered. As soon as he slid it inside, I was lost to everything all over again.
Slick with pussy juice and hard as a rock, his cock’s head slipped soundlessly past my entrance. The muscles in my pussy had not completely stopped convulsing from the last orgasm he teased out of me, and welcomed my daddy back. I clenched, trying to squeeze him, to massage his dick as he fucked me.
Harder, harder, Liz. Squeeze him as hard as you can.
The first time I constricted around him, Peter made a soft moaning sound and smiled. The second time, he shivered with pleasure and drove forward until half of him was buried inside my snatch.
“Nothing in the world feels better than having you inside me, daddy,” I said with wide-open eyes and a lip between my teeth. Even though I’d just squirted, his cock still had to stretch inside me. “It feels so good to stretch around you, especially when I squeeze.”
He put a hand underneath my ass. A finger on each side massaged the place where my legs join my hips. For some reason, just his pressing there almost brought me to the brink of another explosion. I started breathing hard, and the sex-flush crept back up my belly. Peter grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing to me.
No more pressing, not for a moment anyway. He dragged his cock out of my body, leaving a void, and then stuffed it back in halfway. The whole time, he stared straight into my eyes.
I dropped a hand between my legs and balled my fist around his shaft, just like I did before. This time though, I pumped him from the base to where my pussy gripped him. Slowly at first, then harder and faster, adding a twist every now and then that made his eyes close halfway and glaze over.
Between the little shoves he made into me, the hard jerks with my fist and my writhing pussy muscles, I was sure my daddy would not be able to last very long. I made up my mind right then and there that I was not going to stop until he lost control and filled me. The thought occurred that I had just started ovulating again after having Davis. The idea that my daddy might put another baby inside me was a little scary, but also a little exciting.
Probably wouldn’t happen anyway, not yet at least. Still though...
Almost like he sensed my drifting thoughts, my daddy ran a sex-slicked finger up my body and circled the nipple that he kept eyeing. He wanted to suck, I could tell. After a moment, he pinched and gave me a little massaging squeeze before driving his cock a deeper and pressing his lips to mine.
When our mouths touched, he shoved his cock forward again, almost all the way. I gasped and he wrestled his tongue between my teeth, swirling it around mine and hooking my lower lip gently as he withdrew.
I watched his eyes as they moved up and down my body. I knew what he was watching. First, his gaze settled on my sweet, tight pussy as his girth in, and then pulled backwards. The dim florescent bulb in the laundry room made a ghostly sort of light that glinted off the juice that covered his cock. He paused when his tool was all the way out and grinned when I reach down and rubbed his tip against my clit before directing him back to my hole.
Deeper he went, deeper, until his heavy, warm balls came to rest against me. So long that he almost touched the backmost part of my sex, and so thick that I was constantly amazed he didn’t split me in half, my beautiful, loving daddy pulled back away then rammed home again, sending a delicious thrill up my spine and driving an “Oh!” from my lips.
“I want... I want you... like this.” Peter grunted, wrapping both arms around me and lifting me into the air. He pumped his hips, shoving that cock deep, and kicked some clothes out of the way before sitting down on the ground, my legs on top of his.
“Wrap those legs around me, baby girl. I want to be as close to you as I possibly can.”
I did just as he said, locking my ankles behind his back. Gripping my legs together made my pussy even tighter and shoved his prick deeper. Also, from this angle I was able to grind my aching clit against his muscular body.
Peter let me take control for a few seconds, obviously enjoying the thrusting of my hips and how my sex slid up and down, milking him the whole way in and the whole way out.
My daddy started to say something, but his voice caught in his throat when I went all the way down him and rested with my tits pressed against his chest, a tiny wet spot growing on the front of my overly tight shirt. Holding me against him with one arm, he slid the shirt up my body and off me, finally letting the draft from the open window near us kiss and cool my skin. Two more drops of sweat dripped down my neck, ran between my breasts and finally came to rest where our bodies met.
We stayed still, my daddy – my lover, and I, for a few precious, silent moments. Then he kissed me again on the side of my neck near my jaw and I felt his cock stir. He drew a deep breath, held it and then let it out as he pushed upwards again, filling every inch of my being.
I shuddered as he touched me with his lips, fluttery kisses trailing up my neck to my jaw, then to my chin and then down my body. Leaning backwards, I gave him room to nuzzle between my breasts, kiss them, and pleasure them.
Finally, finally, he put his mouth back on my nipple, turned a tight little circle with
his tongue and sucked my little peak between his lips. At first, he nibbled ever so gently and just licked. Around, over the top, back and forth he went. So dedicated was he that his hips stopped moving, his cock ceased to pump in and out of me, but I didn’t notice. All I knew was that his suckles on my tit and the tiny drops of milk coming out of me felt like nothing else in the world.
Peter is the security blanket that I cling to when I’m scared or when I hear a noise outside. He’s the one man in the entire world that I’ve always relied on, and the one I know I always can rely on for as long as I live. All of that was real in those beautiful moments with his mouth on me, his hands caressing my back, and his cock so deep inside me that it was a little hard to tell where one body ended and the other began.
I didn’t realize that my eyes had been closed until I opened them and saw my daddy gazing up at me with his mouth still locked around my nipple.
He started to move again. I moaned an urgent, breathy sound as he began to rock back and forth. As our bodies slid against one another in our private, almost silent dance, that same heat began to rise again. The tension started to fill my body more and more with every passing second.
Closing my eyes again and letting my daddy take control, I was utterly helpless in his arms. I squeezed my legs together as hard as I possibly could, driving his cock painfully, wonderfully deep.
I listened for a moment to the sound of his slick skin inside my body. Intoxicated by the smell of our sweat and sex, another groaning “mmm...” dripped from my lips as I clutched my daddy’s head to my breast and relished the feeling of my milk trickling out of me and into him.
The hand on my lower back dipped underneath my body. He circled my pucker gently with the tip of a finger, and then slid it in, turning tiny circles. I squealed a little, which made him chuckle.