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“Like what?”
I craned my neck to look at him and beckoned him close. He bent down, and I whispered, “I want you to fuck my ass,” into his ear.
His eyes got bigger than I’ve ever seen them.
“Ha! Well, you most certainly shocked me.”
“I wasn’t trying to shock you,” I whispered again, “I really want to try. I’ve never done that, and I want you to be my first. Again. Please?”
“Well, I’m not going to say I haven’t wanted to do it before. But, I never have. We’d both be each other’s first.”
The tone of his voice sent chills down my spine. Each other’s first. It felt right. It felt like how it should be.
“Why don’t we just see where we end up, baby girl?” Peter’s voice caressed me and he sucked my earlobe between his lips, before going back to work with his knuckles on my lower back.
Soft sounds of flesh stroking against flesh filled my ears as the oil’s scent mixed with sex-musk filled my nose. The only thing I could manage to think was how incredible Peter was, and how much I in no way deserved everything he did for me.
Another drizzle of warmed oil slipped between my thighs followed quickly by his fingers. He dipped them between my legs, moving his thumbs up right next to my sex and then out and over, pushing out more tension than I thought I carried. Another sweep and the tips of his fingers almost brushed my lips, just barely missing. He came so close that the hair on his knuckles tickled me.
Peter did another pass of knuckle rolling over my lower back and the beginning of my ass, and then back down between my legs. Gently, he ur
ged them apart and moved to one side of the bed, pulling my sore thigh muscles between his fingers, and then moving to the other side. Back and forth he went, squeezing, holding and releasing. As far as I could recall, nothing in the entire world had ever felt that good. Except, maybe...
Closer.
His hands inched nearer my already-wet pussy every time he switched sides and worked my inner thighs.
Closer. Come on, please just touch me. Please slip those fingers in...
Peter moved around to the other side of the bed and slid his hands, again, down underneath my thigh, so close to my pussy that I almost felt his warmth. He pulled up, pushing his fingertips deep against my muscle. Then I heard him grunt and his hands left my body. For a moment I wanted to look back and see if he’d gone somewhere, but just when I was about to do so, I felt the bed sink and felt my daddy’s knee brush against mine.
Oh please touch me. Drive that cock in deep, stick a finger in, anything, anything! Just please touch me!
Another drip of oil between his hands and he slid them up, over my hamstrings and back down. Finally, his thumbs pressed against either side of my groin and it felt so good I almost screamed. Slick and warm from the oil, he pressed hard and worked his thumbs along the sides of my lips and up until they met below my asshole.
Down and backwards on the same path his fingers went, still deep in my muscles. I felt my folds separate and his thumbs push deeper, stimulating muscles that I didn’t know I had. Again, another long, slow, deep press brought him back to the top, right below my ring.
“Does that feel good?” he whispered.
I didn’t bother to answer. He already knew what I was going to say.
“This pussy smells so sweet, baby girl.” I felt his tongue brush against me, down one side then up the other. “So sweet. Mmm...” His moaning vibrated against me, sending little thrills up along my spine.
In short back-and-forth motions, he flicked his tongue over my slit and dipped inside every so often. He put a hand on either side of my body and lowered himself onto my back, covering me with his warmth. There he stayed for a few short moments, but as badly as I wanted him to fuck my brains out, it was incredible to be completely covered with him, his security. I pushed my ass up, trying to stroke at the tool between my legs, but Peter got away before I could manage, and went back to licking and rubbing.
I thought I was going to keel over dead by the time he got around to doing something with his fingers besides massaging. Having him stretch my pussy out first with one, then with a second finger made me, again, try to grind up against him and drive them deeper.
As he pushed his two fingers in and out of me, he pulled me to my knees, and slipped a finger between my lips. I sucked, hard, on it and made sure it was nice and wet. I had an idea what he might’ve been planning for that digit, and the anticipation of it circling inside my asshole made me suck and lick as though I was working on his cock.
The two fingers he had in my pussy turned in ever widening rotations, always lingering on my favorite spots. Peter curled them, one after the other, slowly dragging them across my front wall. One of his fingers slipped out of my hole, then the second.
He took his hand from where it caressed my face and slid his wet finger down my spine, leaving a cool trail.
Then, he kissed me again, between the legs.
I let my shoulders sag and relaxed my upper body on the sheets.
Peter ran his tongue from my clit all the way down my pussy in a slow, fat lick, and then breathed on me. The warmth from his breath mixed with my eagerness for what I knew was about to happen was enough to set me off. For a half-second, I felt the little flutters in my snatch that always preceded my climax.
