“Enough games. Daddy’s very, very horny.”
I grabbed my cock and rubbed it along her slippery pussy. The forbidden skin on skin. Her eyes shut, she looked so slight under me. Did I notice a look of uncertainty flash across her face? I flicked my cock against her opening. I knew I didn’t have to do it. There was still time. I thrust forward and pressed my chest to hers. 3000 miles of driving had led to this indelible moment. Throwing more of myself deeper, Becca’s eyes widened as she grimaced. I looked away and let my hips work. I simply ignored her intermittent ‘ouches!’ My pleasure was the only thing that mattered now.
“Oh, Becca!” I whispered as she finally massaged my broad shoulders.
Bedsprings whined as my balls crashed against her. It would be easier to finish while looking away. Our faces glanced as I looked at her. Her skin damp; thick lips were parted as she exhaled to my monstrous thuds. Sedated by cock, she looked more like a woman enjoying the ride. Completely pinned beneath me, her nose ring was just as I’d imagined. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and felt arms around my neck. Her hand rubbed my hairy back.
“Am I doing it right, daddy?”
“You’re fucking perfect.”
Growing in confidence, I felt her hips reply to mine.
“You feel so good around my cock.”
My words weren’t lies; the stirring in my balls the evidence. It was time to think about where to finish. I pictured a string of cum dangling from her metal ring. Could use her mouth? I bet she swallows. Maybe I could risk it and stay in her warm passage? Then it hit me.
“Turn around. Get on your knees.”
I kneeled up to let her free.
“Wait,” she said as she turned around to face me. Biting her lip, she ran her fingers through my thick chest hair.
“So sexy,” she said, giggling. “Not like the other boys.”
“Your mom liked it too once.”
“Did you finish yet?” she said, playing with my beard.
“Huh? I said confused. “No, honey.”
I clutched the bottom of her tank top and dragged it over her head. Bringing my lips to her nipples, I bowed in worship. My tongue traced a track of saliva down her belly. She moaned as I sucked the diamond in her belly button.
“You’ve become such a pretty woman, Becca.”
“Even with my rose?”
I kissed the red flower where her slim side met breast.
“Might as well finish it off. Have a long vine wrap around your body. Your sexy little, corrupted body.”
“Yeah. I think Jack will like that.”
“Huh?”
She smiled, turned around and bent over. Craning her head back she smiled.
“Time to finish.”
I slapped her ass and rubbed her butterfly. The perfect place for a man to shoot his load. I readied myself behind her, spat in my hand, and groped her pussy. My thick fingers closed around her shoulder as I gave her my length. Her hair bobbed from my thrusts.
“Fick mich härter, Papa!”
“Ja, du liebst Papas Schwanz!”
Our bodies slapped together like two masses of wet meat. More incoherent gibberish poured from her mouth. My fingers moistened as I muzzled it. Couldn’t risk being caught when I was so damn close. Both of us soon glimmered with sweat. The small of her back flowing into the arches of her perfect ass were almost too much. I slowed my thrusts – not quite ready to leave her body. Determined, rapid back thrusts played havoc with my restraint. Tricked by her ferocity, my balls paid no heed to my timid thrusts. Darting away from my fingers, she swivelled her head, showing me some of her clammy face. Such a pretty face. It wasn’t as clammy as the butt cheeks I squeezed.
“Your photos don’t do you justice, Becca!”
I grunted as my balls contracted. Pounding harder, I accepted the inevitable. Her head snapped back as weeks of frustration shot directly into her spongy chasm.
“Oh my god! Fuck! I can feel it, dad!”
Throaty grunts and rampant semen spraying were my only reply. Such a hypocrite I was in my rumpus. It didn’t matter. A bulldozer wouldn’t have been able to tear me off her. I mashed more of my seed inside her. I wasn’t sure what finally did it. Perhaps the lust leaving me, or the glimpse of her greasy tramp stamp.
“Shit!” I roared, pulling out and pulsing the last few pathetic squirts of white onto her butterfly.
I half collapsed over her; my chest hairs scraping her back. We both fell flat onto the sheets. My withering hardness prodded her ass. Kissing her cheek, I tasted salt. My lips glanced her ear.
“See what happens when you tease, Becca.”
She wagged her ass at me in defiance, making it difficult for me to go completely limp.
Rolling off her, Becca snuggled onto my chest to prevent a quick escape. I suppose it wouldn’t have been very gentlemanly of me anyway. I also had no complaints about her sublime softness. We sucked down oxygen as sweat evaporated.
“That wasn’t so bad,” she said.
“Gee, thanks!”
I winced as she pinched my nipple.
“No, silly. I mean the pain! Some of the girls said that the first time is the worst. Then after that it gets easier. But it wasn’t even that painful — and you don’t exactly have a small one, dad.”
“You think?” I said, before catching myself. “Wait, what are you talking about ‘first time?’ What about Chris? There’s no need to lie, honey.”