Lyle sensed the change, and he held on for dear life as Nita devoured his cock. He reached for her hips and tried to swing them over his head so that he could lick her sweet pussy as she was pleasuring him. “No…first… first!” she panted, taking her mouth off him for the precious seconds it took to utter the words before she plunged him back into the depths of her throat. She was fucking him with her throat now, there was no other way to describe what was happening. Lyle lay back on the bed, his hands touching her precious breasts and stroking the flat surface of her belly. Nita was kneading his balls, squeezing them softly and marveling at their fullness in her hands. For whatever the reason, it had become the focus of her life to give this man as much pleasure as she was capable of, and she was determined to let him know in every way that she could. She took her mouth off him, fighting with herself to keep it off long enough to utter the words she needed to say. Without taking her eyes off the straining penis in front of her eyes, she whispered to her stepfather. “Did you know I wanted to be naked with you daddy? Did you know how badly I wanted to take your dick in my mouth and suck you until you cum?” Her tongue reached out to the base of his shaft and licked wetly all the way up to the tip. Pursing her lips, Nita popped just the head in and licked frantically at the slit in the top. “Are you going to cum for me daddy?” she asked. “Are you going to spill that white sticky stuff in my mouth and let me play with it before I drink it down like honey?” His cock surged in her hands like a live animal, and with a soft cry of joy she took him back into her mouth. Her lips made munching motions as she took him deeper and deeper until her nose was pushing hard against his pelvic bone. Lyle looked down at his stepdaughter, her nude form arched over his penis, its full length buried in her throat. The hot sucking wetness surrounding him was more than he could bear and his own back arched, his orgasm coming from the base of his spine. “I’m cumming baby girl!” he cried. Nita’s lips fastened tighter, her need for his cum overpowering her need to breathe. The sounds of passion coming from deep in her throat were primeval, earthy, and predatory. This was what she desired, what she wanted more than anything on earth at this moment, and Lyle was going to give it to her. She felt his hands go to the back of her head as he tried to push further into her mouth, but there was no more of him to go in. The pressure was enormous, and Nita thrilled at the fucking motion of his hips, grabbing his ass cheeks and pushing her head forward to meet them. She never expected to cum with him, but she did. The unexpected fireworks in her head accompanied the veritable river of cum pouring into her throat. Her hips flopped wildly as she squeezed her legs closed tight over her throbbing clit and her body doubled up as every cell in her body responded to Lyle’s orgasm. She finally had no choice but to take him out of her mouth so that she could breathe. Panting heavily, thick white cum dripping out of her mouth and onto his belly, she stared in mute surprise at his slowly shrinking penis. This had not turned out at all the way she had expected. “Oh daddy!” she exclaimed thickly. She began to lick at the rivulets of cum still streaming from the tip, following the down to the flat plane of his belly, collecting the puddles and lovingly collecting them with her lush lips before swallowing them. Nita felt Lyle’s hands exploring her body, trying to tug her into a different position, to make it easier to get at her body. “Uh-uh, daddy,” she whispered. “My whole body is yours. You can fuck me in the ass, you can pound my pussy, you can tell me to masturbate for you…I’ll do anything in this world you want me to.” She sighed, her eyes still locked on his cock. “But right now daddy, I just want to feel your sweet love.” Her tongue flicked out and caught a dollop of thick cream she had missed.
There was a considerable amount of precum on the head of his cock, and she rubbed the tip around to spread it. She tugged him into her, the thick glans making an audible “pop” when her ass closed around it. Her low moan started again, rising in pitch as she balanced the pain and the pleasure. Unable to restrain himself, Preston groaned and emptied his load inside the dry heat of her ass. Belinda screamed “No!” and refused to allow him to pull out of her. He was young, and he was still hard.Belinda pushed back, using his cum as a lubricant and forcing his hard cock deep inside her ass. The only way to describe what happened next would be to say that Belinda went ballistic. It was all Preston could do to hold onto the frantically orgasming woman. “Don’t stop you bastard!” she screamed. It was the dirtiest, most guttural thing she cold think of to say. Belinda’s mind had left her and she was possessed by a woman who wanted to be a dirty, slutty whore and she didn’t have the vocabulary t
Belinda’ s caught in her throat as Preston Jennings pressed his erection against the crack of her ass through the thin dress she wore. It was driving her wild even though the act it promised was a taboo so strong that she and her husband had never even discussed it. Right this moment, bent over the copy machine in the copy room of her office, she wanted nothing more than she wanted to strip naked for this handsome young turk and have him thrust that hard erection of his deep into her ass. Belinda Harrison had never dreamed of cheating on her husband. Her sex life was quite satisfactory, thank you.Once a week she lifted her nightgown and allowed her loving husband to stick his erection inside her and thrust away until he flooded her with his seed. It gave her a warm and pleasant feeling inside to feel Luke collapse on her small breasts, spent. She loved to hold him in her arms, knowing she had conquered the beast inside of him once more. The feelings generated by Preston’s attentions
Blowjobs were not something new to her, though until now they had been hurried, furtive acts in the front seats of cars and once against a willow tree at a barbecue. Always before she had sensed the eruption coming and taken her mouth off, watching the gluey stuff shoot out the tip. Almost all the guys she had blown had either begged her to let them cum in her mouth or had tried to hold her head in place, but she had refused because it seemed kind of gross to her. What was happening now wasn’t gross at all.Her daddy loved her, and his penis was swelling and shooting his essence inside her mouth, the thick cream coating the inside of her throat with its hot sticky wetness. The taste was mostly bland, with a hint of the taste of honeyed almonds. Surprisingly, Gillian felt an amazing upwelling of deep emotion at Hugh’s reaction to her willing acceptance of his cum in her mouth. Closing her lips tightly around his shaft she smiled and swallowed enthusiastically. “Oh my god,” Hugh said, h
The first time she came to him in the night, shivering in the thin cheap rayon nightie that he could see clear through, they both knew it was wrong. The wispy panties had been so insubstantial that he could barely tell she had any on. Their kisses had been timid at first, exploratory. Her lips against his were soft and slippery, as if she had never kissed before, but she was a natural. The first time he traced the contours of her body, outside the nightie, she quivered with suppressed excitement and the need to be silent, but the way her head burrowed into his neck and the enthusiasm with which she parted her thin legs told him she wanted to feel his hands on her.Her tentative first investigation of his cock through his pajama pants was nevertheless thorough and the silence surrounding them was punctuated by the sharp intake of her breath when she felt it move beneath her touch. She liked to turn the lamp on so that he could see her. Though she was covered by the nightie, she knew ve
Lyle sensed the change, and he held on for dear life as Nita devoured his cock. He reached for her hips and tried to swing them over his head so that he could lick her sweet pussy as she was pleasuring him. “No…first… first!” she panted, taking her mouth off him for the precious seconds it took to utter the words before she plunged him back into the depths of her throat. She was fucking him with her throat now, there was no other way to describe what was happening. Lyle lay back on the bed, his hands touching her precious breasts and stroking the flat surface of her belly. Nita was kneading his balls, squeezing them softly and marveling at their fullness in her hands. For whatever the reason, it had become the focus of her life to give this man as much pleasure as she was capable of, and she was determined to let him know in every way that she could. She took her mouth off him, fighting with herself to keep it off long enough to utter the words she needed to say. Without taking her ey
Nita kept it shaved smooth so that she didn’t look tacky in her bikini. She shivered at the thought that the door was open and he might see her. It was frightening to think he might catch her naked, and it was exciting too. The wetness between her legs wasn’t all from the shower. Nita was a little nervous getting out of the shower, but she took a deep breath and stepped out. Lyle wasn’t there, and she breathed a sigh, half in relief, and half in disappointment. She dried off with a towel and peeked down the hallway to see if Lyle had come up. The disappointment was deeper this time. Disheartened, Nita wrapped the towel around herself and walked to her bedroom. She dropped the towel at the foot of her bed and reached for the tired old gown. “Nita?” Lyle called out and immediately covered his eyes. “Jesus, I’m sorry Nita,” he said, backing out of her bedroom. “Daddy,” she called out, chasing him into the hallway. “Daddy, come back-“ “ Nita, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed,
Bedtime was the best part of the day for eighteen year old Nita Bainbridge. She loved to go upstairs for her nightly shower, then shower and slip on the old and paper thin flannel nightgown that she had put on every night since she had turned fifteen. It had been a birthday present from her stepfather, Lyle Hannover. Nita had spotted the nightgown during a shopping trip and her mother, Althea Hannover, had turned up her nose at the garment and insisted on a frilly, girly teddy that Nita had not been comfortable with. Lyle had noticed how much she liked the nightgown and bought it for her later. In the last six months Nita had started wearing the flannel gown with nothing underneath it, the soft fabric felt good against her skin, and especially on her nipples. There were places in the fabric that were so thin that she could see right through it-and that was the biggest reason that she wore it so often now. Her crush on Lyle had begun to develop years before, but in recent months she ha
Neither of us gave into the more rational side of our brains and stopped what's about to happen. I licked my index finger and my middle finger, then ran them over my pink nipples, becoming more and more excited as my daddy watched. I could see the bulge of his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, and a gasped with delight when he undid his zipper and took out his huge, hard dick. "Fuck, I want you so bad right now” my stepdad whispered, causing me to go weak all over. I smiled at him, and bit my lip as I rubbed one hand against my chest and then slid my other down to my dripping, wet pussy. I took my panties to one side and slipped finger inside myself, groaning and gasping as my daddy looked on in delight. He began massaging his cock, grunting with satisfaction as I continued to finger-fuck myself in front of him. I knew what we were doing was wrong, but just didn't care. Something inside of me had broken that night, and I no longer felt like his stepdaughter. All I felt l
The woman who picked me up wasn’t very chatty. I was kind of glad – as I’d never gotten into the car with a stranger before, and I was unsure what to say. I didn’t want to make polite conversation, and clearly she didn’t either – so we just drove in silence for the next three hours. I asked her to drop me off on the outskirts of the small village where the nearest hostel was, and she obliged. My eyes began to droop again as the dark countryside zoomed past, and the rhythmic humming of the engine had a strangely hypnotic affect on me. My head flopped forwards onto my rucksack even lower, and before I knew it I was snoring. Suddenly, I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw the woman peering at me with a kind expression on her face. “We’re here” she said, gesturing to the building we were parked in front of “I figured I’d just take a detour and drop you off at the hostel. It’s very late, and I wouldn’t feel right having you walk through the village on your own.” H