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“You keep... you keep doing that, and I’m not gonna last very long,” Peter warned me. Of course, he had no idea what I was planning for him. Still, I wanted to taste my sex on him, I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I wormed my way down him, making sure my pussy stayed against his skin.
I ran my tongue down his chest, following the line of his musculature until I felt the close-cropped hair above his cock tickle my chin. That, for some reason, made me absolutely nuts. I couldn’t help myself. Immediately, I hugged his prick with my tits, smashing it between them and pushing him up and down. He was so wet, so slic
k from my juice that it was like he had oil on his skin. Each time I squeezed my breasts down his dick, the tip of it almost touched my lips. Just like that stubble above his cock, that made me crazy.
My chin hunched to my chest, I was able to get my lips around his tip and give him a lick every time I tit-fucked down him. He ran a hand through my hair and then put it behind my head, pushing me harder toward his tip. I lingered at the bottom of a stroke, ran my tongue in a circle around his dick ridge and gave him a little tickle under his glans. The way he groaned and writhed underneath me made it obvious that he was losing a battle against his orgasm.
“Oh Jesus Liz, oh my God, I’m about to cum, you’re making me cum baby girl. I’m trying to stop but I can’t!”
I looked up at him with my lips vacuumed around his dickhead. Our eyes met and I saw how hard he was straining to keep all that cum in his balls and out of my mouth. I wasn’t going to let that happen.
Moving lower, my tits flopped off and rested heavy on either side of his groin. The instant I lowered my mouth halfway down his prick I felt him start to convulse, and when I got my hands around him again, and started cranking them in tight, hard little circles, he let his head fall back against the floor and started to spurt.
“I – I – fuck! I’m cumming!” He groaned, clutched my head against his cock, and exploded in my mouth.
I sucked, oh my God did I suck, refusing to let any of that delicious, hot liquid out of my mouth. He filled me once. I gulped and he filled me again. As soon as his dick stopped jumping, I pulled back, milked him one more time and finally pulled him out of my mouth with one last sucking kiss.
“Oh, oh my God baby girl. That was incredible. So, so good.” He sighed, heavy. As he began to stroke my hair out of my face, I let just a little cum dribble out of my lips and down my chin, just like I’d imagined.
“My dirty little girl,” he smiled, “Look at you with that cum on your chin. Holy shit, I’m still hard.” Peter stroked himself. “I can’t believe what you do to me.”
I looked at his cock for a second, then decided that if he liked dirty, he’d get dirty.
Swirling his load around in my mouth, I lowered my head back near his dick and pushed the jizz out with my tongue. A tendril ran down my chin and, starting from the tip of his prick where it hit, dripped down him and pooled near his balls. I grabbed him, squeezed the cum up and over him to make sure he was nice and slick.
In one motion, I crawled up his body, swirled my tongue inside my daddy Peter’s mouth and reached behind my ass to find his cock.
For the first time in my life, I felt a man’s cock slide inside my pussy.
Hard, thick and long, my daddy’s dick took quite a bit of wrestling to coax inside my vice-grip tight sex. At first I could only manage to work in his big, round head. I took it slow, and so did he. Both of his hands rested on my hips, waiting for me to make the moves. I could never have imagined how this felt, the stretching, the fullness, and the blazing heat inside my pussy that spread further and burned hotter with every inch deeper he sunk.
When about a third of his cock was in me, I tried squeezing my walls around him, to give him a little massage. He made an almost unearthly groaning sound, so I guess he enjoyed the feeling. I pushed another couple inches down, increasingly afraid that my daddy’s dick was just too big for me to stuff inside, but somehow my body just kept taking more and more.
Warmth from his balls preceded the feel of his skin as I got close to being fully impaled. I gritted my teeth, took a deep breath, raised my hips until I felt him almost fall out and then slammed him home, taking that whole dick inside my body at one time. I screamed a mixture of unbelievable pleasure and surprise. Peter raised his hips, grinding that dick as hard as possible, as deep as it could go. His balls slapped against the skin near my asshole with a delicious, naughty schmack, and I couldn’t help but reach back behind my body and give his sack a squeeze.
I rested at the bottom, turning tiny circles with my hips to stretch my pussy walls around him, to get my body ready for the rough, hard fucking I wanted so badly to get. Peter reached up, caressing my belly and chest with brushes of his fingertips before letting one of his hands settle into a pattern of figure eights around a pebbled, stiff nipple. Each time he reached the middle of the trail, he gave my nipple a squeeze and sometimes a twist, shooting surges of electric pleasure around my shoulders and up the back of my head.
Next thing I knew, he had two handfuls of my ass. Kneading and squeezing, urging me forward to slide his cock out and in just a little. The way he was working me, my clit grinded hard against his pubis every time he pulled me and when he pushed away, the head of his dick stroked against my front wall, hitting that spot that sent tense chills through my whole body.
My mouth was open, my eyes closed. I was just letting all of it wash over me. My daddy, underneath, his huge cock swallowed up in my pussy; it was just incredible. I rocked back and forth, pumping on him in time with his little hip thrusts. I might be a little hyperbolic, but I think a nuclear bomb could have hit a block away just then and neither of us would have noticed.
All those years that I’d wanted him. All those years I’d been in love with my step daddy, and just never knew. It came to that point in time. That white-hot, passionate, boiling moment changed my entire life – in more ways than one.
We started to move a little quicker. I sort of belly-danced on top of him, making my hips swivel forward and back in waves and he answered by keeping one hand firmly on my ass and stuck two fingers of the other one in my mouth. I sucked the fingers that still tasted vaguely of my pussy juice, and then he started to pull, tug and pinch my nipples – one then the other. My back almost involuntarily arched against his body and my breathing became harder, heavier, more labored.
“Does that dick feel good in you, baby girl?” My daddy said, pushing my weight up in the air, driving his cock deeper. “Does it?” He pumped again, harder and then finally slammed upwards, driving his cock so deep that he lifted me off the floor. All I could do was let a high-pitched, moaning sigh escape my lips and grind my own body downward to meet his pressure. I couldn’t believe how wonderful it was to be full of Peter. So big, so thick, stretching my little virgin pussy around his shaft, he was fucking me just like he did my mom.
Images of the two of them, his dick crammed inside her, doggy-style, with her draped over the side of the bed danced in my mind. I imagined one of his hands looped around to the front of her body, playing with her clit as he stuff-fucked her from behind. I want that, I decided.
I stood up, giving my daddy one last squeeze with my pussy. He slipped out with a little pop as my hole tried to keep him inside. He gasped and opened his eyes.
“Get up,” I said, “get up here and fuck me from behind, just like you do my mom.” That got a randy little smile.
“My pleasure,” he replied, taking my hand and pulling himself up.
I expected him to go slowly, as he had been so far, but I think the release of years of pent-up sexual tension was getting to him as much as it was to me. He shoved me toward the couch, forced me to bend over the arm rest, presenting my soaking-wet snatch, ready for his cock to re-enter.
He sunk in slow, deep and hard. I felt his balls push against the folds near my clit, and he just kept going forward. One of his hands stayed on the back of my head, pushing the side of my face against the smooth couch cushion and the other grabbed at first a handful of ass, and then my hip. Peter pulled back until his cock was almost out. I felt the little ridge of his dick flirt with my opening before he rammed straight in, forcing all the breath out of my lungs and making me shriek in pleasured, stretched, ecstatic pain.
