by Francis Ashe
“Take off your bra, baby girl. Let me see those tits.” A big grin stretched across his face. “God you’re gorgeous, Liz, I could watch you for hours. Just sit and watch.”
I twisted an arm behind my back, making sure to push my chest out as much as possible. Ever since the baby came, insecurities I never had before have started to surface. I worry that I look worn out, that even though I’m still as slim and trim as ever, that I don’t look like me anymore. The way Peter’s eyes rest on me – the way my they slide up and down my body – it takes all that away. He takes away all my fear and all my worries, and that time wasn’t any different.
Peter crouched down in front of me, brushing my milky-skinned belly with his fingertips. My bra popped open and the whole thing fairly rocketed off to one side, revealing one of my pale, pink-tipped breasts. He stared like he was in a museum, the way a person gawks at a beautiful statue.
“Just... gorgeous...” he trailed off, running his hands up my sides. He slipped the still-on half of my bra away and moved both hands slowly down and back up, making little goose bumps trickle up my chest and over my shoulders. Before he even touched me, my nipples were peaked, pebbled and stiff. Already I wanted him worse than anything in the world.
After another stroke down my side and back up, my Peter ran a finger along my jawline and between my lips. I circled with my tongue, and sucked him, imagining that finger was his cock. Oh how I wanted him to grab my hair, wrench me around and slam his dick down my throat. I closed my eyes, imagined cum dribbling out of that big, round tip and over my tongue. Closing my eyes, I pretended it was happening, that my daddy’s dick was sliding between my lips and filling my mouth.
Slowly, Peter withdrew the finger and ran it down my chin, my neck, and between my tits before beginning to draw long, delicate circles in a spiral up to one of my sweetly aching nipples. My anticipation and my yearning were so strong that when he was still two or three circles away from finally brushing against my pebbling, puckering nipple, just the tiniest hint of his hand being near made my whole breast prickle with goose bumps.
“Oh my God daddy, please suck it, please, please suck it,” I begged.
He just smiled.
“Good things, baby girl,” he whispered, “come to those who wait.”
I could have killed him! Half my body was covered in goose bumps from all the teasing and the games. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized I deserved it for taunting Peter for all those years with my perky, tight little body and clothes that barely fit.
Finally, his finger brushed the side of my nipple.
I sucked a breath and squirmed as he flicked his slick fingertip across me and wrapped his hand around my other tit, squeezing and kneading just like I loved. Gently, Peter crooked his finger around my pink peak, rubbed me, and gave me a smart pinch.
Starting from right behind my ear, daddy leaned over and kissed a trail down my neck to my collarbone. Then, he gave me another gently twisting squeeze and made his way down my collarbone to where my neck and chest joined. He warmed my skin with the tip of his tongue, then with his lips. Slowly he made his way down between my breasts doing the same wonderful thing: touching me with the end of his tongue, then a sucking kiss.
Down, down, down he went until he got to my navel, never once letting up the deliciously naughty tit massage. Peter circled my belly button with his tongue. He pinched my flesh between his front teeth, pulling just as he did on my nipple. He kissed down one side of my body to my waist, then back up and nibbled my belly again before continuing on his path.
Very, very slowly, he continued until his kisses reached the start of my cleft where he flicked his tongue out and tasted one of my lips, then the other. A soft moan escaped his lips, followed by his looking up at me, catching my gaze and dazzling me with one of his disarming smiles.
“Baby girl, if you could have me do anything at all, what would it be? Gotta make your first day back to school special.” He kissed me again and ran his tongue along my slit. Then, he opened his mouth around my sex, slid his tongue barely in between my folds and vibrated my already-sopping pussy with soft moans from the back of his throat.
“Anything,” I managed to eke out between pleasured sighs as his tongue made my head swim, “anything you want to do, daddy. Just having you is enough.” That got a grin.
“Anything I want, huh?” He said.
He looked up to see me nod.
“Is it okay if I taste you, and then fuck you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded again.
“I haven’t had a taste of my princess’s little pussy for too long. What has it been? A day? Maybe more? Too long.” He chuckled, and so did I.
Then he reached up and put one finger on my forehead. He gently pushed me backward until my shoulders and head relaxed against the carpet. Peter moved deliberately. His finger bounced down my body. I felt him move his face between my legs, tiny stubble tickling my thighs.
He did nothing for the time it took me to draw two breaths. Daddy just let his breath caress my pussy.
Then he kissed twice, softly – one kiss on either side of my lips – slow and burning.
All at once, he released all the tension in one explosive movement. His mouth enveloped my cunt, and his desperate sucking sent a shock of pleasure up my spine.
“Fuck! Oh fuck daddy, yes, yes, right there. Harder! Yes!” I squealed as Peter ground his face hard between my legs. His tongue lashed up and down my slit, drawing delicious little curlicues and making my entire lower body come alive with tingling energy.
Every time he swirled that tongue in another slow, almost taunting circle around me without dipping inside, I squirmed. I tried to wrap my legs around his head, or around his shoulders, or anything to make him tongue fuck me harder, but nothing worked. He took another slow circle around my cunt, sucking my sensitive little nib between his lips.
“What time’s your class, baby girl?” He said, lifting his head from between my legs and taking a breath.
I had no idea why he decided to ask me about my school schedule right then, but looked over at the clock on our mantle – and it was our mantle now. “Ten,” I sucked in a breath when he circled my clit with a finger, “ten minutes.”
Peter lifted his face, dragging that tongue along my slit one last time. He swirled it inside me, then up and around my button. Just, I think, to make me shudder. He’s good at dramatic effect. He sucked his middle finger for a moment and then slid it down my thigh, teasingly close to my hole. Painting a line with a mixture of sex juice and saliva, he went up one side of my sex, and then down the other. Twice, then three times, always making sure to go very close to slipping it inside me.
Finally, at the same time that he whispered “ten minutes? Nine now? That’s not very long at all” he twisted his finger and I felt a tiny little spark between my legs as my opening stretched ever so slightly to invite him. Goose prickles that his tongue enticed up on the insides of my thighs turned to an expectant, excited flush of red. I pushed myself up on my elbows to watch his finger disappear in my wet, hot little cunt. Peter’s finger worked deeper – up to the first knuckle – then back out. In between his movements, I barely had time to draw a breath before the uncontrollable moaning started to well up from inside me again.
Achingly slow, he rotated his finger deeper on each turn. I pushed my hips up off the floor, up against him.
“Daddy, please, please, please fuck me, please ram that cock into me so hard your balls bruise my ass. Don’t make your little girl wait anymore. Don’t make me go off to school without a raw, worn out pussy. Please, daddy?” I ran my hands through his hair and gave a little tug so he’d look up at me. As soon as I caught his gaze, I chewed my lip a little and curled it in a quirk of a smile.
My daddy slipped another finger beside the first and dragged it along my front wall. He knew my spot. Stroking his fingertips against it, every time I writhed, or arched my back, Peter let out a little bit of a chuckle and went a
t me again, again, and again. The tingles grew sweeter and the yearning ache in my pussy grew stronger until I thought that I would die if he didn’t shove that big, powerful cock inside me right then.
“Eight minutes,” he said with a voice that was velvet leather. “Better hurry. I’d hate for my baby girl to have to go off to class with all this pent up inside her. Gotta let it out.” He lowered his head again and licked my clit lightly.
Daddy stiffened his tongue and pushed it against one side of my little pink nib as it peeked out from under its cover, then the other. Finally he laid the underside of his tongue against me, stroking that smooth pinkness over mine. His fingers drove deeper.
“Seven minutes,” he said.
“Pl-please daddy, please fuck me!”
He slipped his little fighter just inside my ring. All that pressure, all that desire started to bubble up from somewhere deep in my belly. The red flush between my legs spread up my body. Sweat beaded in the crinkles of my neck. I looked down at him, his face blissful as he lapped my pussy.
Suddenly, just as he lifted his face from between my legs to announce “six minutes” I felt a fluttering, dancing surge from where he touched his tongue. I guess he felt it, too.
“That’s right baby, that’s right. Come for your daddy, just like that,” he urged, dragging those fingertips deep down and then back up. “That’s right, come on these fingers. Squirt that pussy juice all over me.”
I was close, and we both knew it. Those gripping, squeezing tensions deep inside me had already started, but I didn’t want to finish without my daddy’s cock inside me. I don’t know why, but that’s what I wanted.
“Please stick it in me, please daddy? I want to feel that big, hard dick in me when I squirt. Please!”
He stood, his naked chest glistening with sex and sweat. Still pushed up on my elbows, I watched as he held his cock in his fist, rubbed it up and down me and then drove it straight in, hard. “Four minutes,” he said with a grunt.
My sopping little pussy stretched around my daddy’s dick. Every push sent shocks up my spine and tickled the back of my head. He pistoned in and out so hard, and so deep that my whole body shook and rubbed against the short carpet on our living room floor.
Our living room floor – I still couldn’t get over that. I lived in bliss since my mom took off to New York and Peter stayed with me. I never wanted him to go, or even be away at all. The man who raised me from my awkward teenage years had shown me what it was to love – and what it was to make love. I couldn’t...
Spasms in my lower body interrupted my little emotional interlude. My daddy grasped one of my tits in the palm of his hand, pinching my nipple between his fingers, teasing it until my pink flesh pebbled up and little thrills shot down my body.
I felt the waves come. He crashed into me, then again, and on the third drive inside, he pumped until his balls slapped against my ass, and all at once, my pussy started to milk up and down his surging prick. I felt him grow inside me for a half second, and then erupt. Gasping, moaning and sucking breaths filled the air between us for a moment, and as a hot little dribble ran down the line where my thigh met my ass, I screamed out and completely lost control.
Tiny muscle contractions turned into desperate, grasping squeezes. I tensed my jaw, gritted my teeth hard. Then a rush of white, prickling energy rushed over me. In its wake, every muscle in my body relaxed at once. My daddy was still hard inside me, his cock still twitching deep. He put his thumb to my button, pushing it up one side, over the other. Then circles. Hard, deep, massaging circles as my body gave up the fight.
I grunted something incoherent and a deep, rumbling moan slipped out of my lips as the convulsions in my pussy spread up and down my back and a gush of sticky, sweet juice came covered my daddy’s cock and dripped down his legs.
“Two minutes,” he announced, breathing hard and smiling.
The breath that I did not realize I was holding escaped in a whoosh. Peter threw the panties, bra, jeans and t-shirt that he had wrestled me out of a few minutes ago and grinned as he watched me dress.
***
“My little girl’s first day of class. Well, okay, first day of second year of classes after a baby-hiatus, I guess. How about that. What do you have today?”
Throwing my arms around his neck and giving him a big, deep kiss just felt like the right thing to do. Without Peter, none of this – the baby, my school, this beautiful house – none of it was possible.
It really wouldn’t be possible, would it?
Suddenly, a case of nerves overwhelmed me.
“Okay Davis is still sleeping, but you remember when to feed him, right? You remember that he takes a bottle in about an hour? And also you can call my cell number in case something happens? The doctor’s number is on the fridge and I think the number for the police and fire department and...”
He just started laughing. That resonant, wonderful laugh he’s got that makes my head swim.
“Baby girl, I know a thing or two about taking care of little kids. Especially ones I’ve been feeding and putting diapers on for... what? His whole life, I think? It’ll be fine, I promise.”
Daddy took me by the hand and led me to the door whereupon he handed me a backpack, a fancy new pen, and a little paper sack.
“What’s this?”
“Pickle loaf. You like that, right? I also put pimento cheese on there. Just like you like it. Oh and some horseradish.”
Instinctually, I wrinkled my nose.
“You’re... serious, aren’t you?” I had to giggle a little.
“You’ll find out, won’t you? Hurry up, bus will be at the stop in a couple minutes and you have a block to run.”
With that, he gave me a playful swat on the behind and pushed me out the door. I trotted down to the end of the sidewalk, looked back, and almost started crying when I saw him looking out the window after me.
I waved.
“What did I ever do to deserve this?” I asked a hubcap on my way to the bus stop. “What did I ever do?” The hubcap didn’t answer, but if it did, I think the answer would have been ‘don’t worry, just go with it.’
That, I decided, was good advice.
Chapter Three
School was school. That first day where you go around to all your classes – in my case, Medieval History, Organic Chemistry, Physics II and Calculus II back-to-back – and the professor reads the syllabus, tells you he doesn’t care much whether you attend class as long as you don’t distract the other students, and then off you go. I knew it was going to be a fairly brutal schedule, but I wanted to be home as much as possible with Davis and my daddy, so I arranged all my classes for two days a week. Long days, but it was for the best.
Everything just sort of chugged along until Physics, which was early afternoon. Right before class, I ate the sandwich Peter packed for me, which was a very sensible turkey breast and cheese, rather than the pimento cheese nightmare he concocted. All I could think about was him.
Sitting outside the sciences building and nibbling at my lunch, I remembered the way his tongue slipped between my folds, how he shoved his fingers inside my sloppy little pussy and dragged them along that spot that made me shiver. I imagined his cock driving deep inside...
“Liz? Hey, Liz is that you?”
A voice which I could not immediately place broke my little fantasy. I was kind of irritated. Looking around, I still didn’t notice anyone.
“Liz! Over here!”
I turned in the direction of the voice, and my eyes settled on the front door of the building where I had class in a few minutes. Who the hell is yelling at me? Who even knows me here?
Trying to recall any males with a similar voice drew a blank. I had kept mostly to myself during my year at the university, and couldn’t remember anyone with a voice like the one that kept calling my name. I briefly considered insanity as an option, but realized that couldn’t be it when I finally saw him – Nathan.
Memories came quick. Nathan was
my lab partner in Chemistry during my first attempt at college. As he came into view, hopping off the building’s raised porch, I was surprised. I remembered him being a lot heavier. I was a little ashamed to admit that his unkempt appearance was the first thing I recalled. In the past, he had messy hair and one of those beards that grew too far down his neck.
“Liz!” he shouted again, as he drew closer.
Time had been good. He wasn’t big, but I could see the lines of curved muscles under his shirt. He was only a tiny bit taller than me, and his youthful face was shaved clean. Close cropped dark hair framed his now-chiseled features. Bemusedly, I realized that he looked a little bit like Peter, albeit a lot younger and less striking.
“Hey! Where have you been? Long time, no see!” he said.
“Whoa, hold on – first, look at you, Nathan,” I paused and looked him up and down. He didn’t seem to mind, until I spoke. “You look great.” I had to giggle inwardly a little when he blushed.
“Uh, thanks,” he stammered, “you… uh, you do too. But what’s different about that. You always... er... Ah, God, I feel like a jackass.”
“Oh, no, no, no I’m sorry. Don’t feel stupid. It was sweet.” I bit my lip and looked at the ground. I felt anxious. He might as well have been a different person – a really good looking one. He remembers me, has no idea about the baby and still thinks I’m pretty. He even looks like Peter, and gives me the same butterflies.
Peter treated me like royalty, and told me how gorgeous I was about fifteen times a day. Somehow though, hearing that from someone else made it seem more real. Before Davis I always felt sexy, but everything had changed since the pregnancy. I still religiously hit the gym, still ate really well and all that, but for the past year, I felt isolated. As good as my daddy and the baby were it just seemed like we were living on an island. Hearing the same things that Peter had been telling me, from someone else, it felt really good.