cock, squeezing it in spasms. 'Oh, fuck!' It went on and on, the surges of sensation like pyrotechnic flashes.
The feeling of her orgasm got to Kyle. He groaned, 'Oh, fuck.' His cock started convulsing and jerking. He thrust in to her with each pulse, and groaned. Spurts and jets of hot come hit against the walls of her pussy. He collapsed on her.
In a little while, Megan got out of the car and opened the boot. She put on some clothes she kept there. Some lace knickers, a red bra. She took out a pair of jeans and a tank top. 'Is it illegal to drive barefoot?' she asked Kyle.
'I don't know. I'd probably pull you over anyway.'
'I'll keep it in mind.' She smiled.
She drove the cops back to their cruiser. She'd have to remember to drive too fast along this stretch of highway again.
Daddy Eats Candy
The first time I realized that daddy wanted to fuck me was almost a month ago, I was getting ready to go to the mall with my friends. I dropped my earring and it rolled under the couch. I was wearing a little flippy plaid skirt and a black thong, and was on my hands and knees, digging under the couch for it.
“Whatcha doin Pumpkin?” Daddy stood in the door watching me. I squirmed around, trying to force my short arm farther under the tight space. “I dropped my earring and I can’t reach it.”
I heard his footsteps crossing the floor and then he was kneeling behind me, his stomach and chest pressed against my back as he tried to look under the sofa too. I didn’t think much about it just then, of course looking back I can see that he would have had a better view if he’d knelt beside me, not directly behind me. He pushed his arm under the sofa and felt around, at the same time I could feel the growing bulge of his cock as his crotch rubbed against my ass cheeks.
He held my hip with one hand while he pressed tighter against me, when he finally snagged my earring he took his time moving away, then he helped me up and gave me a hug.
Ever since then all I could think of was having daddy fucking me. He’s not my real father, my real father died when I was seven. Mom married Hank when I was ten, I’m eighteen now and I’ve always thought of him as my daddy, until now. Now I find myself thinking of him as a man. He’s taller than I am, which isn’t saying much I guess since I’m only five three. He works out so he’s muscular, his hair is dark brown and his eyes are a shade lighter brown.
Ever since that earring incident I’ve being trying to catch his eye. I knew he and mom weren’t getting it on anymore, they even slept in different rooms. I didn’t know exactly why, I never heard them fighting. Then again I never really tried to listen either.
Now, as I lay in bed I thought about him, about his hands massaging my tits, his cock thrusting into me, I knew it was time to make a move. I was sure if I didn’t get him to fuck me soon I would explode from wanting him. Just thinking about it made my pussy wet and aching. I tugged on my nipples as I pictured his mouth sucking on them, my pussy was soaking wet and I fingered myself while watching the clock but then I stopped before I actually came. I didn’t want to cum alone.
When it was a little past midnight and I knew mom was sound asleep I slid out of bed and crept down the stairs. The living room was dark and empty but there was light coming from under Hanks bedroom door. It used to be his home office until him and mom stopped sharing a room, then he moved all of his stuff down here turned it into a bedroom.
I listened but didn’t hear anything for a long minute, then I heard the squeak of his office chair. I knew the room layout, he was sitting in the chair in front of the computer. I took a deep breath and knocked softly, just a light tapping on the door.
I heard the chair squeaking and I tweaked my nipples quickly, making them stand out in hard points, pushing out the fabric of the tank top I was wearing. My only other article of clothing, if you could call it that, was a black lace thong. I waited, nearly holding my breath and finally he called out “come in.”
I pushed the door open and put on my best, scared, groggy little girl face and stepped into his room, making sure to close the door behind me. He was sitting back in his chair, he was shirtless and wearing loose fitting sweat pants. I could still see the bulge of his cock and felt my pussy growing wetter. I wondered if he’d been watching porn.
I rubbed my eyes and shuffled over to him, pretending I wasn’t fully awake. My heart was thumping so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. He sat forward and looked at me quizzically “what’s wrong Candy?”
I paused in front of him, then slid my arms around his neck and insinuated myself on his lap. “I had a bad dream daddy.”
He wrapped his arms around me and held me, stroking one big hand across my back. I nuzzled my face against the side of his neck and wiggled on his lap, making myself comfortable and making sure the ridge of his cock was nestled into the crack of my ass. Hank shifted around and tried to reposition me but I tightened my hold on his neck and pressed my lips to the skin just below his ear.
I felt his whole body shiver and kissed the spot again, then moved my lips lower and started kissing the line of his jaw. He settled one hand on my knee and slowly stroked it up to my thigh. I nibbled on the corner of his mouth and he drew back and stared at me. “Candy, we can’t do this, go back to bed.”
I tightened my hold on him and pouted. “I don’t want to daddy, I had a bad dream and I want to stay here with you.” I let my fingers trail down his chest, teasing with my nails until I hit the patch of hair just below his navel, then boldly I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his sweat pants.
“Candy…” He moaned as my fingers found the tip of his cock and stroked. “Candy there’s only so much tempting a man can take.”
I smiled and nuzzled my lips against his. “I know. I don’t want you to hold back, I want you to fuck me daddy.” I pressed my lips against his then and his tongue thrust into my mouth, invading, exploring, tasting me. I shifted on his lap and slid my hand more into his pants, wrapping my fingers around his shaft and stroking along the length of his cock. My thumb teased over the little opening at the tip, spreading around the drops of pre-cum that leaked out.
His hand caressed my thigh and slid around to cup my ass, his fingers tugged at my thong and slid along my cunt lips. I could feel how wet his fingers were as he dipped between my folds and circled my clit. I pushed against his hand and tightened my fingers around the base of his cock. I was moaning but I couldn’t help myself, it felt so good to finally have my fantasy become reality.
After a few minutes of stroking he stood and set me on my feet, pushing against my shoulders as I tried to snuggle up against him. “Candy, we shouldn’t…”
“But we should! There’s no reason not to. I want you, I need you Hank.”
He drug one hand through his hair and I bit my lip, worried that he would really send me away. I reached down and hooked my fingers under the edge of my top and pulled it up, tossing it away so that I stood before him in nothing but a little lacy black thong.
“Candy, I’m married to your mother.”
“Yes, but you sleep in separate rooms, and I know you’re not having sex anymore.” I stepped close to him and pressed my tits against him. The light patch of hair on his chest tickled my nipples and I moaned and reached for his crotch, caressing his cock through his pants. I rubbed my tits back and forth across his chest and he pulled me tighter to him, holding me like that as his hands roamed up and down across my back. He cupped my firm ass cheeks and ground his crotch into mine, I knew he was giving in and I whispered “please fuck me daddy.”
He lost it then and lifted me up and laid me back across his bed, his weight pressed me down into the mattress and his lips were on mine, kissing me hungrily, his mouth devouring mine as his fingers tugged at my thong, finally snapping the thin straps. My hands were busy pushing his sweat pants down. He stood then and skimmed them down his legs and stepped out of them.
I laid there and marveled at his body, he had more hair than the boys I’d been with. Hair on his chest, on his legs and at his groin. His cock jutted out and bobbed as he lowered to his knees. My heart beat faster as his hands settled on my knees and he pressed them apart, the scrape of his stubble along the inside of my thigh made me
