Sex With My Daddy

William picks up the phone and hurls it onto the sofa. With a glare, I look at you. "Hey!"

"There you go again, relying on me to take care of everything," she said. He slaps me on the thigh. "I need to shut my big mouth, Lisa. Give it a good, rough ride, and I'll give you my cock back.

The suspense has gone on for too long. Very little time remains for me to savor this experience before I must depart. When I start to put some serious pressure on William's mouth, he meets me there, pushing his tongue deep inside me as if he wants to lick up every last drop of my orgasm. I collapse, but nobody is gentle with me this time. He grabs me in his strong arms and carries me off to his room. Before the door is even closed, he has me on the bed and his mouth is on mine.

I make an aggressive motion towards his shirt. You have on far too many garments.

"Relax and stretch out your legs."

I comply without delay. Of course I've seen William without his shirt. Over the past two summers, he's spent almost as much time in his pool as I have. In terms of physical fitness, he easily surpasses Jeremy. William has put in the time and effort to develop those defined muscle lines, and it shows. The moment he undies me, I feel like I'm going to pass out. Even though I've felt his cock in me, seeing it without any of his clothes to hide it makes it seem even bigger.

Now that he's high, he crawls back onto the bed and nestles in between my thighs for a long, passionate kiss. The moment I try to encircle his waist with my legs, he yanks them apart once more.

I just stare at him blankly, hating the space even between us. I really need you.

"You have me." But he's got a strange sort of look on his face, dark and possessive. William leans back and takes his cock in his hand. We both watch as he circles the head over my clit. "That feels good doesn't it, baby girl."

I groan "yes" in agreement. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. My heart feels like it's about to explode and my legs feel like they're going to give out. All much happiness in such a short amount of time is making me feel as if I could have an out-of-body experience. This might explain why I don't immediately see that he's sunk his cock to drag between my creases. His eyes rove up and down my body as his huge head cuts me in two with each stroke.

The underside of my lip is always being nibbled. To paraphrase, "We shouldn't. One of us has to go get a condom. But it comes across more as a question than a statement. Basically, I want him to ignore me so that we may be oh so horrible together. Reckless. What a careless jackass. I couldn't give a crap. You can't stop doing it because it feels so fantastic.

Yes, you have a point. However, he continues to drag himself around my clit and then back down again. This time, however, his big a$$ is in the way of my exit. "Your pussy is so hungry, it's disgusting. Almost irresistibly, you draw me in.

I lower my hand, running it over my perspiration-soaked stomach, to the point where the top of his cock is nearly, almost within me. I squeeze my fingers around his head in a V shape, dragging them over my pustule-filled lips.

Jesus fuck, he mutters.

There is no way we should do this. Still, I find myself doing it again. Just saying that isn't good enough. The amount is insufficient. I guide him into me ever-so-slightly by pressing my fingers on each side of his cock and lifting my hips. "If it's just this, then it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Little daughter, baby." His tone has returned to one of menace. Put simply: "You're going to have it for the next three days if you allow my cock inside without a condom. I want to saturate you to the point of leaking come. Verify that this is indeed what you want for.

In contrast, Daddy... You warned us not to do it. In fact, I'm having trouble breathing right now. He keeps sinking his cock further and deeper into my pussy, and I can't stop stroking it. Just the top, just the point, and I can't turn back now. While he remains completely motionless, I rotate my body and fuck that area. I grab his collar and direct him to go around my clit once more before guiding him back down to get in closer. Add a little extra to it this time. Not even one inch. Then I stepped outside and climbed up over my clit. Over and over, digging his hole deeper each time. Playing with his feelings. They were trying to entice him.

When his cock is about halfway inside me, he pulls back. "Lisa, I'm at my wit's end with you."

I mutter, "Take a look at us." "I can't believe how thin you make me and how drenched I get." I do a hip roll. Do you want to finish?

"No, sweetie. I don't feel like stopping. But he keeps looking at his cock in my pussy as though the sight were torturing him, and he still won't budge. William's eyes have been opened at last. Carefulness is advised. If you keep being such a model little slut, I may have to keep you.

He never gives me a chance to respond or even process what he's saying. It's as simple as him ramming his cock inside me to finish the job. Once. Twice. Now for the third time. Suddenly, he's gone, having flipped me onto my stomach like I'm a doll made for his enjoyment and his pleasure alone. He lifts my thighs into the air, and suddenly he's back within me, smothering all sense of propriety.

When William's hand touches the mattress, his right hand slides down my stomach and presses on my clit. This is the kind of thing I should share with my spoiled brat of a kid. Make him see how you like to get fucked. Put on display for him something which he can never again hope to get.

Jeremy could feel horrible if he saw the film of me on his dad's cock, so maybe I shouldn't feel too good about it. I don't. It gives me an intense feeling of happiness that verges on fury. And it seems like William is experiencing the same thing. He presses harder, causing me to grit my teeth on his hand. "That can't be his pussy, can it?"

"No," I exclaim in shock.