“Oh, shit,” she moaned in between heated pants. “Like that,” she whimpered as he settled into a rhythm, licking her bundle of nerves and fingering her. “Just like that. Ugh, you’re going to make me come if you keep this up.”
She met his face hard with her surging hips, alternating between grinning and clenching her jaw, bunching up her face while focusing on the pleasure he was giving her. “Keep going,” she urged him, squeezing her breasts tightly. “Keep going, don’t stop!”
She heard him hum as he lapped at her dripping sex, but he didn’t stop or break rhythm. Mandy mewled her pleasure at him as he lapped ferociously at her sex.
Each time the tip of his tongue brushed against the nub of her clitoris, she squirmed a little, feeling the teasing tendrils of almost-pleasure radiate outward.
She thrilled with the promise of what was to come. His licking was frantic, like her sweet honey nectar was his drug. He weaved her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer onto her swollen mound, and before long she was mashing her womanhood into his face.
He began to run his finger in circles inside her, around her inner button, and she gasped and thrashed on the sofa, feeling orgasm racing toward her. She was starting to see polka dots in her vision, driven ever closer to oblivion. He licked her everywhere, hungrily, stimulating her whole region.
“Oh, eat me! Lick that pussy!” she screamed, punching into his face with her hips. She could see her unavoidable ecstasy around the corner. She was panting, sucking in air and expelling it through long, deep moans.
He was like a starving dog presented with a bowl of food. She held him against her sex, her lust boiling within her. She was staring down climax like an oncoming freight train.
“You taste so good, baby,” he groaned, and the vibrations from his voice pushed her just a little closer to the edge.
She bucked her hips, pressing her sex harder against his mouth, grinding it on her face with rhythmic gyrations as he continued his bliss-inducing licks.
She was almost there. She was ready to erupt. Every nerve in her being pulsed with elation. She was climbing.
His fingers and tongue worked her in unison to devastatingly orgasmic effect. She knew that if he kept at it much longer she’d be coming all over his face.
“Oooooooohh!” she moaned, throwing her head back. The build-up in her belly, the pressure, released into her sex, ignited her nerves, and she was going to come so fucking hard at any second.
“Right there, yes!” she moaned. She was eying ecstasy.
He kept tonguing her clit just how she liked it, and she was getting closer and closer… it was only a matter of time.
“Oh, God,” she hissed. She was shivering and quaking. “OOOHHH!” she wailed.
Her muscles tensed up, hard. She clenched tight as her crisis radiated like a detonation from within her. She gripped at his hair, pulled it hard, and still he licked her, fingered her, and drove her through her orgasm.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” she wailed, bliss and ecstasy crashing over her, throwing her nervous system about like tidal waves did a fishing boat.
And then it was over, and it was waning, ebbing, and she was a panting, heaving, and sweating mess. Her whole body jerked – she was now too sensitive, and she laughed and pushed her step-father off her, smiling at him.
“That felt so good,” she breathed. He got the message. He sidled up her body, and lay in bed beside her, holding her, kissing her forehead with the kind of intimacy that made her feel a pang in her gut, and a thump in her chest.
“Oh, Daddy,” she said through pants, burying her face in the nook between his neck and his shoulder. “Was this wrong?”
“No, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “No. Not at all. This is right.”
“But… but if anybody found out.”
“We won’t tell anybody, baby. This will be our little secret.”
She nodded, biting her lip. Maybe they could keep it their little secret! Maybe they could have this affair in private. Maybe, for now at least, it would be better that way.
She noticed his hard cock pressing into her abdomen, and she gripped it, gasping at his girth. “Daddy,” she said, looking up at him and grinning. “Will you make love to me?”
He kissed her hard, and their tongues danced, and she loved the way she could feel the warmth of his breath, taste him. It seemed to intimate… so close. For a split second, she was terrified that this was all just a dream and that she would wake up, and it would all be over.
He turned her gently onto her side, kissing the back of her neck as he did so. Her skin felt positively alive everywhere his lips touched, and she smiled and hummed in delight, following his guidance, lying on her side so that her back was to him, so that her bum was pressing against his hard cock.
She gasped when she felt his bulbous tip at her entrance, and realized that he was moving his cock up and down her slit. It sent all her nerve endings buzzing like mad, and she pushed back involuntarily, desiring more, desiring him inside her.
“Come on, Daddy,” she panted, reaching back to touch him. He held her hand in his, and they interlocked fingers. “Come inside me.”
He crossed her thighs one over the other, and then pushed himself inside her, from behind her. She moaned loudly, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with so much sensation. He was so thick, and he was stretching her crazily!
Mandy had never before felt something like this. God, it was fucking amazing!
Slowly he began to inch inside her, and she felt her tight entrance swallow the wide ridge of his cock head. She mewled and moaned as he continued to invade her velvet canal with his manhood, as it rubbed against her front wall, making her lick her lips involuntarily.
In her position, she was so much tighter, and she was set ablaze in pleasure as she felt him touch her everywhere with his manhood. It was like every nerve ending was on fire. It was like every single bit of flesh inside her that could feel something was being stimulated.
She felt so… so full, too. Something she hadn’t really expected.
“Oh, Daddy,” she hissed, and sensing her thoughts, her needs, he reached over her hip, he started massaging her clit. She was instantly plunged into sensation, and she bit her lip and pushed her head back against him, and bucked her hips backward, too.
“Fuck me,” she moaned, and he obliged, starting off slow, with gentle thrusts, but before long graduating to rhythmic fast fucking. She was lost in it all almost instantly.
All could do was grin and relax, letting him fuck her for all he was worth, while he fingered her clit so deftly, while he brought her racing forward. She felt like she was already getting ready to take off, like she was on the launching pad.
He drilled himself into her, his hand working her clit, his lips on the back of her shoulder, on the back of her neck, kissing and biting and nibbling. She could hear his breathing, fast, deep. She could hear her own gasps for air, interspersed with high pitch squeals and moans.
She could feel the breath rushing past her ears, over her face. It was so close, so intimate. She could feel his heat radiating through her body.
“Oh Goooooddddd!” she moaned. “Oh, shit, oh shit!” He was fucking her really hard now, and he was bottoming out each time, and each time his cock thrust into her womanhood it ground against her g-spot, and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.
She was bathed in bliss, lost in sensation, and she was only climbing, only getting closer and closer to that inevitable.
She held onto his hand that was in between his legs, and moaning and crying out in pleasure, pushed it harder against her. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her harder and faster, his lean body like a whipcord snapping back and forth, his fingers on her clit massaging it deftly, expertly.
“Daddy!” she wailed. “Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy!”
Mandy could feel that spring coiling inside her, that gear winding up. She moaned and writhed on the bed, reaching behind her to grab his ass and force him into her.
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sp; He fucked her with abandon, drilling deep inside her sodden womanhood, setting her pleasure centers on fire, her nervous system ablaze.
“Fuck me!” she mewled, eyes shut tight. She was climbing, ascending. She was getting closer and closer.
“Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCK!”
Mandy crested then, her whole body rocking with pleasure, her nerves electrified, her senses in heaven.
She was soaring, in orbit, shivering and shaking, writhing and wriggling; moaning and smiling.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she hissed through gritted teeth.
He kept fucking her, drove her through her orgasm, and she clamped her canal around him, body tensed, a snapshot of ecstasy reached twice in the space of a minute.
He fucked her still, but he was no longer fingering her clit, no longer stimulating the over-sensitive bundle of nerves.
His thrusts grew shallower and shallower, and then he was groaning in her ear, tensing up, gripping onto her breasts and pulling at her nipples so hard that it hurt.
“Fuck,” he grunted, and he came inside her. His huge cock twitched and she felt it, felt it grow in width, felt it stretch her, and felt it fill her up.
He came and came and came.
He unloaded himself for all he was worth into her, and then it was over, and he was panting on the back of her neck.
His grip on her bosom relaxed, and she took his hands, putting a finger in between each of his, and hummed, holding them to her chest.
“Wow,” he said from behind her, his breath ragged. “That was… amazing.”
“Hold me,” Mandy said, and he did. He held her tight, and their bodies were as one. He was still inside her, and she could feel both of their juices leaking out of her but she didn’t care. She just wanted to stay like that, in bed with the man she couldn’t love, but did, forever.
“Daddy,” she said, looking over at him. He gave her a kiss, and she sent a tongue to his lips, wetting them.
“What is it, baby?”
“Will you never leave me?”
He looked her in the eyes. “I’ll never leave you.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
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Candy’s Camping Fun by Saffron Daughter
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Candy looked out into the valley, across the tops of trees, to peer at the setting sun as it was about to dip below the horizon. There was not a cloud in sight, but the pollution from the nearby city sent the sky a brilliant purple. It was, she thought, a bit ironic.
Behind her was her tent that she had set up with a man named Jack. He was someone quite special to her. Truthfully, she had a bit of a forbidden crush on him. It had been that way for many years, but she had always thought it was a harmless little thing, just something little girl’s had.
The camping trip was quite an impromptu suggestion. She remembered that morning she had woken up and had planned to spend the whole day vegging out. She might watch a favorite TV shows, and maybe snack on a big bag of Doritos.
Then Jack a come down into the living room and had switched off the television off. He had looked at her, a wide grin on his handsome face, and had raised his eyebrows.
“Want to go camping?” he asked, enthusiasm in his voice.
Candy, who was not exactly the outdoorsy type, frowned. “Camping?” she said, bunching her brow. “What do you mean?”
“What I mean,” Jack said, putting his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight onto one leg. “Is why don’t we go camping? Go explore the wilderness, sleep under the stars. What you think?”
Candy mulled it over. She had just started her summer holidays, and they really wasn’t all that much to do. Most of her friends had gone on holiday with their parents to new and exotic countries, but she was stuck at home because her step-father, Jack, had to work. He was the only provider for the household – her mother had left long ago, without so much as a word.
Technically, Jack and her mother had never divorced, so he remained legally her step-father. Her mum had gone, taking all the money in the house with her, all the valuables, and without so much as a goodbye.
This it happened five years ago, just months after she married Jack, when Candy was only thirteen. Jack had taken care of Candy, had been there for her whenever she needed them, and had worked his ass off to provide for her.
Perhaps that’s where some of her forbidden feelings came from. She had always thought it was a silly little girl’s thing, just the sort of thing that every girl experienced. But after talking to some of her friends, and trying to be vague about the entire thing, she had realized that it was not common, and that what she felt the Jack many thought was wrong. More than wrong, even… taboo.
But she didn’t really see it that way. She figured it was more born out of admiration and trust, more than any truly illicit desire. She didn’t doubt that he was an attractive man; in fact, she found him quite handsome, and he had an athletic body. She knew he went to the gym every day after work, and as she got older, she started to notice his body more. But it was just all part of growing up, wasn’t it?
The point was that she trusted him. He was her protector, he took care of her, and he never let her down. At first it had been difficult for her, after her mother left her and Jack. She had blamed herself. But Jack had counseled her not to, had told her that that wasn’t the reason, and over time, Candy came to know that it was true.
She came to learn that a mother of been a flake, and it wasn’t until she turned sixteen that Jack gave her the letter that her mother had left behind. It turns out, a little to Candy’s surprise, that Jack knew her mother was planning to leave. After reading the letter, the plan had become clear. Her mother had left her with Jack because he was a good man, and he would take care of her, provide for her in ways that her mother couldn’t.
Jack had realized he couldn’t fight it. If her mother wanted to leave, he would let her. He had known that the woman would not be a good influence, anyway.
And he had known that he would stay at Candy’s side for as long as she needed, protecting her, guiding her.
It was not surprising to Candy that her step-father had this backbone in him; she could easily tell the type of man she was just by looking at him. He took care of his household, his domain. She would want for naught.
But after reading that letter, the following months were difficult for Candy. She had struggled to reconcile the new light in which she viewed her mother. But that was when she began to realize that her step-father was a good man. The two had become close after that, practically best friends. He became a touchstone, something she could rely on, believe it.
They chatted when they could, and unlike many other girls and boys her age, she had looked forward to dinners at the table with him, or weekends where she’d get to be with him… those rare weekends where he didn’t have to work.
He was a contractor for building sites – not a high-profile job like some of her friends had. Their dads were lawyers or doctors or university professors and the like. But, to most people’s surprise, being a contractor meant that you could earn a lot of money, and so though he might have been looked down upon in the upper-middle neighborhood they lived in for his blue-collar roots, at least the people respected his capacity to earn money.
And Candy herself was grateful for it – and she never let herself forget what he had done for her. And so when he asked her to go camping with him, and even though it was not a particularly outdoorsy person, she said yes, because she knew that she would enjoy it.
They were only going to a nearby natural park anyway, anyway, protected by park guards, and with a state-of-the-art tent, and even a little gas powered stove they could use to make a soup if it got cold. The nights did drop to quite chilly temperatures, even in summer time.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she said, looking at Jack to her left. He was perched upon a rock, below him a thirty-foot drop into a rocky chasm, and looked
utterly at ease.
“Yeah,” he said. “I haven’t been camping since I was a boy.”
“So you never went camping with mum?” Candy asked.
“No,” he said looking at her. Candy was relieved at the answer, but Jack’s brow bunched up for a moment, and there was a touch of concern on his face. “What are you thinking about Candy?”
“Oh nothing,” she said leaning back on her palms. The stone that she was sitting on surprisingly smooth, and warm to the touch after baking in the sun all day. “Just things,” she said.
“Is something bothering you?”
“No, not really.”
“You can talk to me, you know? I’ll always listen.”
“I know, Jack.”
She smiled at him, appreciated that he was making himself accessible. But she didn’t really want to talk about the past, and truthfully, she wished she would stop thinking about it right now. Here they were, out in nature, watching a rather beautiful sunset, and she could only be bitter. She knew that she had to get over it
But she had asked that question for a different reason, too. She had wanted to know if Jack had ever taken her mother here. She knew the reason for that want was quite inappropriate. She knew that if she found out that he had, she might feel jealousy, born of her forbidden feelings for Jack.
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