29. Your Dad Is bigger and BETTER

Leslie

 

    It started when I caught my boyfriend's dad stroking his big, fat cock one night after a football game. Jude had gone to bed early, blaming his exhaustion on his intense effort during the game. But I stayed up and snuck around his father's house to get some water.

      

When I crept by Mr. Archer's bedroom and heard the quiet grunts drifting out from the cracked door, I couldn't stop myself from peeking into the room. Ever since then, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about him, had come over just to see him, had sunk into his bed when he had been out of town to touch myself.

      

I had a problem.

      

And he had one too. A big, fat, throbbing problem that I needed to take care of.

      

I shifted in Jude's bed to turn onto my side and stared at his closed door, my pussy salivating at the thought of me being in his father's bed tonight. It wasn't that I hated Jude-I loved him-but I still couldn't help thinking about there being more.

      

Like his father's hands all over my body, his father's face between my legs, or his father's cock down my throat.

      

Staying out late with friends, barely passing college classes, wondering if I would ever come as good with Lucas as I did when I touched myself and thought about his father-there had to be more to life than this, right?

      

After Jude fell asleep, I snuck out of his room and tiptoed down the hallway to the master bedroom three doors down. I stopped inches from the closed door, my hand closed around the knob and my pussy throbbing.

      

All I wanted to do was sneak under the blankets with him, pull down his pants while he slept, and suck him off until he came down my throat. I wanted him inside of me so fucking badly that this was becoming a problem.

      

Suddenly, someone shoved me against the door from behind, his hard body pressed flush against my backside and his warm breath fanning my neck. He curled his hand around the back of my neck. "Looking for me, Leslie?"

      

My breath caught in my throat, and I inhaled sharply, heart racing. "Yes."

      

Damn, I couldn't stop myself. I ... this is so wrong.

      

"I know what you saw a few weeks ago," he murmured into my ear, cock brushing against my ass and his other hand wrapped around my hip, long and large fingers stroking the front of my hip, getting closer and closer to my pussy.

      

"I want to see it again," I whispered, pussy throbbing. "Please."

     

"Is Jude not big enough for you? You want to watch his father jerk himself off?"

      

Fuck, this is so wrong.

      

But I couldn't stop thinking about it, nor could I stop my pussy from aching. I chewed on the inside of my lip and whimpered softly, his hard cock pressed against Jude's nightshirt that barely covered my ass.

     

"I do," I whispered.

      

Mr. Archer paused for a long moment, letting out a slow and unsteady breath against my neck. Then, he reached in front of me and shoved his bedroom door open, pushing me into the room. I stumbled in and turned around, my legs hitting the bed.

      

Dressed in a pair of gray sweatpants that left nothing to the imagination and a fitted white T-shirt, he closed the door and stalked in after me until he was inches from my body. My nipples pressed hard against Jude's nightshirt, aching and begging to be touched, pulled, or tugged.

      

Before I could react, Mr. Archer twirled me around and bent me over the side of the bed, smacking my bare ass that had come out from underneath the short top. "Crawl up onto the bed. I want you on all fours."

      

"But I want-"

He grabbed a fistful of my hair. "I don't care what you want, Leslie. Crawl up onto my bed, stick your ass up into the air, and stare into that mirror while I fuck you senseless-unless you want me to tell Jude how much his girlfriend wants his father's cock."

      

Heat warming my core, I crawled up onto the bed on all fours and stared into the mirror across from his bed. Mr. Archer crawled onto the bed behind me, the moonlight streaming into the room through the window and hitting the bulge in his pants.

      

My pussy tightened, and I fucking needed him to put it inside me.

      

"Please," I begged.

      

Moving behind me, he wrapped his free hand around the front of my throat, tugging me off the bed slightly and slipping his other hand underneath my shirt, his fingers moving up my stomach until they reached one of my breasts. I moaned softly, a wave of heat rushing to my core.

      

When he captured my nipple between his fingers, I arched my back harder and ground my pussy against his bulge, desperate for him to put it inside me already. He grabbed one of my breasts, then dropped his other hand between my legs, shoving them between my sopping pussy lips, then into me.

      

He shoved his fingers into me over and over, hitting my G-spot every time. I threw my head back and placed a hand over my mouth, the pressure building higher and higher in my core. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through my body, my legs trembling.

      

Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, he held his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams, then dipped his head to whisper into my ear, "My son can't make you come just by sticking his fingers into your sopping little cunt, can he?"

      

"No," I whispered.

      

With his fingers still sliding in and out of me, he rubbed my clit around in torturous circles with his thumb, his hot breath fanning my neck and making me clench. "I bet he doesn't even get you this wet."

      

All I could hear were my choppy breaths and the wet sounds my pussy was making for him echoing throughout the room. I tightened on him again and spread my legs wider to give him better access, feeling as if I was about to come again tonight.

      

Wanting to touch him, I reached behind myself and grabbed his cock through his sweatpants. "Please, let me suck you off. It's the only thing that I've been thinking about for weeks now. I need it."

      

After rubbing my clit a couple more times until I moaned out into his hand once more, he released me and lay back on the bed, his back against the headboard. Hungrily, I crawled down the bed and between his legs, taking his hard cock in my hand and slipping the head into my mouth, tongue swirling around the top.

      

When it was wet, I slowly sank my head down upon it, taking it in my throat until I gagged. Lying flat on my stomach with my tits pressed against the bed and my legs swaying back and forth in the air, I bobbed my head up and down on him, letting the spit and drool run down my chin and throat.

      

"Fuck," he grunted, holding my hair back in his hand and bobbing my head up and down with it. "Eyes up here, Leslie. Let me see that pretty face of yours while you choke on my cock like that."

I stared up at him through watery eyes and sank my head down on his dick, letting him into my tight throat and choking myself with his big, fat cock. I stuck my tongue out, licked his spit-covered balls, and bounced my head a bit harder to get a couple more inches inside me.

      

"Fucking choke on my cock, Leslie," he grunted, lifting his hips and fucking my throat. "Your mouth is fucking amazing."

      

Spit, drool, and slobber ran down my chin and coated his cock. I gagged and wanted to pull back, but I wasn't going to give in now. I was too deep in this shit and had dreamed of this for far too long.

      

So, I opened my mouth a bit wider and forced myself to take his dick and balls in my mouth, my breathing restricted completely and hot tears building in my eyes. I blinked a couple times, trying to push them away, and bobbed my head down, not pulling any of him out of my mouth, but hoping to take more of him, as much as I could get.

      

"Fuck," he grunted, hips twitching and fingers tightening into my hair. "You're going to fucking suck the cum right out of my balls if you keep doing that."

      

All I wanted was to crawl up onto his cock and ride his dick until I exploded all over him. He was so much bigger than his son, his cock so much fatter, and his mouth so much dirtier.

      

Pulling my head back, I gasped for air and stuck my tongue out. "Please, fuck my mouth until I'm begging you to stop. I need it so badly."

      

"You're desperate for it, aren't you?"

      

"Yes," I whimpered. "Please."

      

Instead of shoving my head back down on his cock, he shuffled off the bed, grabbed my hair, and gently tugged me onto my back, letting my head hang off the side of the mattress. "Open your mouth."

      

I opened my mouth wide and let him slide into me. He roughly throat-fucked my mouth, his fingers capturing my nipples and tugging harshly up on them, making them stick right against my shirt. I moaned on him, his fat cock filling up my throat and making it impossible to breathe.

      

Spreading my legs wide, I touched my clit, rubbing it furiously while he continued to throat-fuck me and tug up on my nipples. A wave of pleasure rushed through my body, and I screamed out on his cock, the sound muffled.

      

Pleasure shot through me, my legs trembling. He stilled down my throat when I came, only making the pressure even more intense. And when I finished, he didn't stop fucking my throat.

      

Spit and drool rolled down the sides of my face, his balls smacking against my cheeks and nose with every thrust. As I continued to rub my clit quickly, he dipped one hand between my thighs and buried his fingers in my cunt, curling them into a come-hither motion over and over, massaging my G-spot.

     

I pressed my hands against his thighs, desperate to breathe, yet the pressure rose in my core. My legs started trembling again, but he didn't stop. Two fingers on my G-spot, one hand tugging on my nipple, and his cock down my throat, another orgasm ripped through me.

      

Still, he didn't stop.

      

"I'm going to fuck your throat dry, Leslie," Mr. Archer grunted.

      

He continued to use my throat for his pleasure, his hands all over my body and his dirty mouth grunting. I pressed harder on his thighs, wanting him to pull back. He paused for a brief moment, his hips twitching.

And I thought he was about to come down my fucking throat, like I had been craving.

      

But then he pulled back and hurriedly tugged me up. "Fuck, I want to be inside your cunt when I come. All I've been able to think about is getting my son's girlfriend pregnant." He pushed me back into doggy-style, where he'd be able to get deep inside me. "As soon as I slip inside you," he whispered into my ear, his breath fanning the crook of my neck, "you'll belong to me."

      

My pussy tightened, needing and aching for him to be inside of me. All I had wanted and dreamed about for months now was finally coming true. It was so wrong of me, but I couldn't help the way I felt around my boyfriend's father.

      

"Your ass will be mine. Your cunt will be mine. Your mouth will be mine." He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat to pull me flush against him. "I hope that you understand that, Leslie. Every single inch of you will belong to me."

      

"Yes," I whispered, pussy pulsing.

      

He grasped my chin and turned my head, forcing me to stare into the mirror at him. Those deep, dark brown eyes were hooded in the dimly lit room. He seized my hip with his free hand and pulled my ass closer to him, positioning his dick right at my entrance. "I'm going to ruin you for my son."

      

Before I could stop him, he slipped himself inside of me. He pounded into me harder and faster than Jude ever had, his thrusts long and deep. I clutched the bedsheets in my fists and stared into the mirror above the dresser, my pussy clenching around his huge cock.

      

After wrapping his arm around my waist, he skillfully rubbed my clit, his fingers moving between my glistening pussy lips and across my clit, back and forth and back and forth, the movement endless.

      

"More," I moaned, pressure rising in my core. "Give me more. Please."

      

He thrust into me harder, his hands seizing my waist and fingers curling around my hips.

      

"I think of you when I'm with him," I said breathily, fingers curling into the bedsheets. "When he's fucking me from behind, when he took me into the bathroom earlier for a quickie, when he sneaks his fingers underneath my skirt while our professor is talking."

      

My words only made me hornier.

      

"God," I breathed out, on the brink of an orgasm. "I can't stop thinking about you."

      

Mr. Archer grunted and stilled inside of me. As soon as he stopped, I threw my head back and came again, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through my entire body. When he pulled out, a thick bead of cum dribbled from his head. He wiped it against my entrance.

      

I collapsed forward on the bed, my chest rising and falling, thoroughly fucked. He lay beside me, staring up at the ceiling with one hand on his abdomen and the other groping my ass. A couple moments passed in complete silence, then he turned me over onto my back.

      

I expected him to tell me to get out and leave, but instead, he climbed between my legs again.

      

"Again?" I whispered.

      

He positioned his dick at my entrance for the second time tonight. "I told you that I own this pussy now, Leslie. I get to have you, no matter what you're doing or who you're with. You're belong to me."