“Oh Tristan!” I cried out, “oh oh oh!”
But slowly, my body loosened, moistening, creaming, and the big man took advantage of it. His fingers began a slow slide in and out, squelching noises rising in the air which each pull, caressing my insides, dropping kisses on my clit, running his tongue around that hard nub as he worked me.
“Oh!” I cried again. “Oh oh oh fuuuck!”
And I was ready to let go right then, teetering on the edge, but Tristan drew back for a moment.
“Baby I popped two cherries last night,” he ground into my puss, “it’s time to check your other hole.”
Oh god! Oh god, oh god! My ass, now?
But it was too late because Tristan pulled my butt cheeks apart and stared at my pucker hungrily, the pleats winking, flirting with him.
“Oh god,” he groaned, “I have to taste.” And with that, he buried his tongue in my behind, circling the hole first before spearing me deep, forcing the muscle into my anus.
“Oh oh oh!” I squealed, holding my cheeks apart with my hands, baring everything to him, showing him everything, bumping my hips back slightly to draw him in deeper. “Oh fuuuuck!”
Because it was so fucking good, so unbelievably fucking good. I’d gotten butt-fucked last night, and I just wanted to do it again. Would he? Was he going to fill my hole with that huge cock, the one that I could see tenting his pants, forming a wet splotch in front? But evidently, Mr. Marks was true to his word about doing an inspection.
“Babe, I gotta make sure you’re okay first,” he grunted into my behind. “I’m gonna check out the plumbing.”
And without further warning, he pushed his thumb into my behind, burying it up to the knuckle, testing me.
“Uh, fuck, you’re so tight, so hot,” he ground out as his other hand stroked my clit from below. I squirmed and wailed again, boobs heaving, bent over, grabbing my ankles as my ass was violated. “Alright, you’re alright back here, still nice and tight but all good,” he panted, big body tight. And with that, he popped his thumb out of my ass and buried his tongue in there again, lapping up my anal sweat, tasting the brown.
“That’s right baby,” he murmured into my folds. “That’s right, come with my tongue in your ass, come on Daddy’s face.”
And it was all so unexpected that I went over the edge. I gave it up right then, my pussy creaming, shaking hard as his hand stroked my clit, my ass and kitty clenching, spasming hard as I orgasmed, shaking, moaning, trembling, my body on high. Oh fuck, it was so amazing, tremors running through my cunt, the shivers electric on my spine, tingling all the way to my fingers and toes, making me moan, my knees growing weak and I almost collapsed right then and there, ass and pussy on fire.
But Tristan anticipated it all and held me by the waist even as he continued to tongue my pucker.
“That’s it,” he murmured into my ass cheeks, voice muffled by the fleshy orbs. “That’s my little butt slut, come while Daddy buttfucks you with his tongue.”
And the words, the dirty, filthy words did it. Another wave of sensation crashed over me and my world went dark with pleasure.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Tristan
What we’d done was so wrong and yet so amazing. Had I been concerned about Daisy’s physical state? Hell yeah, I’d just taken both her cherries the night before and wanted to make sure she was good to go, that she wasn’t too sore or stretched out, wiped out from my big dick.
But the little slut was a whore beyond my wildest imagination. No panties huh? Her little librarian get-up had been a costume at best, she’d been buttfucking naked underneath that plaid skirt, cunt pulsing, dripping for me as we toured the campus.
And the minute I saw it, I knew it was going to be more than a little petting and stroking. Because, yeah that had been my original plan. I was going take off her panties, give her a couple kisses on her clit, maybe run my tongue along her folds a bit, massage her pucker to make sure the little girl wasn’t hurting too bad.
But when her skirt rode up revealing that naked, pulsing snatch, my good intentions went flying out the window. Shit, my cock went from rubber to steel in two seconds flat, I was ready to drill, baby, drill, make her take it even though she’d been a virgin just twenty-four hours ago, her body new to the acrobatics, new to the penetration, the utter possession of a man.
So I’d stuck my fingers up her twat, pushed my tongue into her butt, forced her to come, forced her to give it up, and the little girl had lost it. The brunette moaned and twisted in my arms, her white cheeks up in the air, shaking, trembling, as she grunted beneath me, pussy creaming, that anus so violated. But the little girl was still new to the game and the sensations overwhelmed her. The orgasm had been so fast, so strong, that Daisy blacked out momentarily, her eyes growing hazy, lids falling closed, screams cut off mid-wail as her body literally gave it all up.
Oh shit, oh shit. The orgasm had been so powerful that Daisy had passed out. And despite my initial worry, soon I was overcome with pride. It sounds fucked-up, I know, but I was so fucking proud that I’d just made a woman come so hard that she lost it completely. And so with gentle arms, I lowered that prone form to the ground, careful with my precious package. How good Daisy looked, nubile, vulnerable, the mess of her pussy, her labia marked by my kisses, my bites, juices smeared on her inner thighs. I licked at her cunt lips again, tasting that cream, before sitting back on my knees, ready to wait as long as needed.
But fortunately, Daisy wasn’t out more than a minute or two. Even though her breathing was rapid, unsteady still, her eyes began blinking blearily as I unzipped my pants. That’s right. No rest for the weary. Because there was no way I was walking out of here without releasing. Maybe I wouldn’t be staking that asshole again, but this man-cream was coming out and it was going to be in that nubile body somewhere.
So as her eyes fluttered open, my dong popped out, hitting the brunette slightly in the chin, bouncing off her cheeks.
“Tristan?” she murmured slightly. “What happened?”
“You passed out honey,” I growled as I stroked her hair. “It was so good that you passed out.”
Her eyes flicked wide for a moment.
“I did, didn’t I?” she gasped. “Is everything okay? Did anyone notice?” she gasped, twisting around on the ground. And I just chuckled deeply, caressing her hair, her cheek again.
“Naw, no one noticed honey, we’re still in the Labyrinth. This part of the stacks is called the Maze for a reason, and students have been using it to get off for twenty years. Glad it still serves its purpose,” I ground out, leaning down to drop a quick kiss on her lips. “But Daddy’s gotta come now, baby. It’s time for Baby to make Mr. Marks release, tit for tat.”
And the brunette nodded slowly.
“I get it Daddy,” she said softly. “Of course I want to make you come. Do you want my pussy? Or my ass again?” she mewled softly, eyes flying open, breath quickening.
“No baby, I’m putting it into you somewhere different this time … your mouth,” I amended, probing her lips with my dickhead. And like a good little girl, those plush pink lips opened automatically, lips stretching wide to take my glans, suck lightly on the head.
“Oh mmm, Mr. Marks, tastes good,” she said as her tongue slipped out to swipe at my slit, scooping a little pre-cum, smacking a bit as she savored the taste. “Slightly salty, slightly sweet,” she giggled.
And I was so fucking aroused now that I was like a monster, ready to devour. Drawing on every ounce of my self-control, I let my dick probe gently at her lips, resisting the urge to fuck in, thrust like the asshole I was.
“Baby,” I rasped harshly. “You think you can suck? Like really suck?”
And the little girl nodded, her mouth opening again.
“I’ll try Daddy, I’ll try,” and those lips spread so that that she was tasting my cap, the pink fleshy helmet disappearing into her mouth, cheeks puffing up as my meat filled her. I nudged my hips forward a bit more, forcing mor
e of the shaft into her mouth and she sputtered slightly, eyes flying open, looking at me beseechingly even as my cock pressed further down her throat.
But I knew exactly what would loosen her up. Rotating myself so that my dick never left her mouth, I bent forward and hitched her legs up, sliding her hips forward so that my hot breath steamed on her cunt.
“Relax, baby, relax,” I ground out. “Daddy’s gonna give you the good sixty-nine,” and with that, ran my tongue along the lips of her kitty again, sucking the cream, losing myself in the nectar once more.
And that did it.
“Mmmph!” came a muffled wail from Daisy, my dick in her mouth making it impossible to talk. “Mmmph! Mmph!” she squealed as I tasted that beautiful twat, burrowing my tongue into her hole as I lapped at the walls of her sweet flesh. And like magic, her mouth began to open, jaw loosening as my pole buried itself deeper into her throat, making its way down her esophagus, the massive dong sliding deep.
And her pussy, fuck, it was pure heaven. The brunette was so wet that her folds glistened and without any warning, she creamed on my tongue, a gush of juice shooting out to bathe me in her essence, that sweet female ambrosia. My cock jerked to heaven after that. Balls high and tight, I began releasing, lashes of sperm erupting into her mouth, shooting straight into the depths of her stomach, pulsing, heaving, the virile jism hot and so tasty.
“Mmmph!” was the brunette’s only cry as she heaved and gasped below me, “Mmmph!”
But her cunt shook still, vibrations rumbling against my mouth as another rush of kitty juice streamed out. I drank it all up, letting it slide down my throat, the feel and taste of pure Daisy heady, enticing, and so fucking arousing.
“Let it go, little girl, let it go,” I murmured into her folds as they spasmed and pulsed around me. And when we were both spent, releasing our mutual juices into each other’s mouths, we finally broke off contact. I lifted my face from her snatch and sat up slowly, pulling my dong from her mouth inch by inch. Fuck, it looked good. I was semi-hard still, the shaft glossy and wet as it reappeared between her pink lips, saliva trailing from the corners of her mouth, eyes wide, breathing heavily through her nose as she gazed at me.
And when it was finally out, the girl coughed, hacking a bit, her throat raspy, sore.
“Mr. Marks,” she wheezed. I kissed her slowly then, helping her regain her breath, rubbing her back, even letting my fingers trail against the little snatch a bit to help her over the hump. “Did I do good?” she asked breathily. “Did I do good?”
And I paused momentarily, staring deep in her eyes.
“Little girl,” I said seriously, my blue eyes seizing her caramel ones. “You were better than good – you were the best I’ve ever had.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Tristan
My words had made her happy, I could tell. After I told her she was amazing, beautiful, no, the best, the brunette flushed, a delighted smile wreathing those beautiful lips.
“Really, the best?” she breathed. “But,” and here, she colored, “we’ve only been together twice.”
“Twice is all I need,” I rumbled against her lips, stroking her cheek. “That was enough.”
And she’d giggled again, flushing, flipping her skirt down demurely even as she pulled those knee socks up, straightening them, rearranging her hair, brushing the beautiful brown tresses into place.
“I’m glad you liked it Mr. Marks,” she said saucily as she stood, shooting me a coy glance. “Because there’s more where it came from,” she added, flipping up her skirt for an instant.
And fuck, but I was transfixed, the momentary flash of pink lips and brown pucker making my heart race, body go on high alert. Is this what I was in for long-term? The little vixen had me tied around her finger, swinging me around on a string, and fuck, but I loved it.
Because I fucking loved the fact that Daisy was so saucy, so adventurous, letting me fuck her in the ass, take her puss in public, both holes at once, coming in her mouth and swallowing every drop. I watched, transfixed, as the kitten patted daintily at her lips with a Kleenex from her purse, lightly running her tongue around as if to sweep up the last drops of semen before coating her lips in cherry lip gloss again. Oh shit, what had this girl done to me? I was a prisoner and it was the best prison I’d ever had.
But we were still on this campus tour with that idiot Lance. I couldn’t wait for it to be over now, I was so eager to drag Daisy back to the hotel and fuck her again, bend her over and really make her take it good. But right, my alma mater. There was an entire swath of buildings that we hadn’t seen yet.
So we picked up the adolescent boy at the check-out counter on the way out, noting the way he leered and sneered at the blonde he’d been trying to pick up, the library clerk probably disgusted by his raging acne. What a hopeless dork.
And the rest of the tour went pretty quickly. I wanted to hold Daisy’s hand as we walked, as we took in the enormous buildings, the shady pines, the stained-glass windows of the chapel, but resisted the urge.
“Imagine,” I said, bending close to her ear. “Imagine getting married here,” I whispered to her, pulling her close.
“Oh you!” she squealed, slapping me away. “Lance is here, be careful!” she said, looking around to see where the dude was. But the loser hadn’t even come in with us, he’d chosen to lurk outside, calling the gothic architecture “boring,” the depictions of the Virgin Mary “all the same.” Fuck that shit, I had my own virgin and if that dipshit wanted to stay outside? All the better.
So I romanced my little girl, stealing kisses from her as we wandered around the holy space, taking in the wooden pews, the benches, the luxurious tapestries and gilt-edged altar at the front.
“Oh Mr. Marks, wouldn’t you like to lay me down right here and fuck me?” she whispered to me. “Would you like my little cunt creaming here for you? Because you know I’d do it, I’d consecrate this holy space with you.”
And my cock went rock solid again at her words. It was so wrong, so nasty, the thought of sex with my ward within a church. But at the same time, it was so right. Daisy was mine and there was no place more sacred, more special, to take my girl, to mark what belonged to me.
So instead of replying, I merely grabbed her wrist in my hand, pressing my lips to her pulse, gratified as it beat rapidly beneath my mouth. My girlie wasn’t immune to this either, and my head swirled at the thought of a future together, locked always with the sweet body, our breaths in sync. A good fifty years sounded about right. Yeah, that was up my alley.
And that’s when I stopped, coming to a grinding halt. Because what the fuck was wrong with me? Was I in love with my ward? It’d been just a fuck, a cherry pop, a way to release the tension, lose myself in the physical after too many years of non-stop work and meaningless sex.
So what the hell had happened? Had I lost my mind entirely? My heart pounded, temp going up to five hundred degrees. Even a cold sweat broke out on my back, running in a wet rivulet down my spine. What the hell was wrong? And suddenly, realization overcame me. Because oh fuck, I was fucked. This wasn’t some one-time thing. This wasn’t just a weekend fling. I was in love with my ward, a complete goner … and there was no going back.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Daisy
Everything that happened between us was so nasty that I could hardly believe it was me. We’d done a sixty-nine in the stacks and the way I’d sucked down Tristan’s semen was incredible. It’d just been so good, bubbly and hot, that I couldn’t wait to get more, licking desperately, vacuuming my cheeks for more.
Because his sperm really is the best stuff on earth, sweet and salty at once, nutritious and creamy as it coursed into my stomach. And the problem is that I’ll never be able to get enough, tasting the man has awoken a hunger in me, a desperation for the alpha male. But Tristan and I are here on an escapade, a weekend getaway while we enjoy each other’s bodies, reality coming to a standstill for a precious few days. So what was going to h
appen after this? I choked even thinking about it. Was he going to ignore me? Was I off to college, sayonara, thanks for your service?
And the thought made my shoulders slump, a lump rising uncontrollably in my throat. It should have been no big deal. Four years of freedom and independence is an amazing opportunity, all on Tristan’s dime no less. But instead gloom and doom shadowed my mind, a sob choking in my chest. What the hell was wrong? Why oh why was this turning out to be so hard?
So with angry swipes at my cheeks, I brushed away the tears. Stop it! I scolded myself. You’re being so stupid. This thing with your Tristan was never meant to be. In fact, you’re sick, he’s your guardian for crying out loud.
And so I swallowed my tears, forcing a smile, bravely thrusting my chin up. Right, we were sort-of related, if only by law and not by blood.
And yet when I turned to look at the big man in the church, bravely trying to hide my tears, it seemed Tristan could read my mind. The alpha’s eyes darkened, a stormy grey-blue rather than their usual pure azure, a muscle ticking in that strong jaw.
But what could I say? What could he say? So I just smiled, taking his big palm in mine, ignoring the unspoken, our hopeless situation.
“Let’s go Mr. Marks,” I said. “It’s time to get back.”
And with that, we stepped back into the sunlight. It was like entering another world after the gloom of the chapel, the day was so bright, the glare so harsh that I had to squint, a headache coming on. And to top it off, Lance’s voice intruded, smarmy and annoying.
“There you are, took long enough,” he cawed, smacking his gum.
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