My Bully's Father

I pulled away from her, then lifted her onto the bed and tore her panties off. “Spread your legs and play with your pussy.” Her pussy was glistening wet when she spread her legs open. Pink, soft, dewy. I watched her fingers as they found her cunt. One she used to play inside her pussy while the other teased her clit.

I stroked my cock as she continued to watch while I watched her pleasure herself. When she dragged her fingers from her snatch and held them out to me, I licked her juices from them with gleeful ardor. “Keep your legs open.”

I moved in closer to stand over her and smacked her pussy with the weight of my cock. She yipped like a one-week-old puppy, and I did it again. When I felt the wetness of her pussy on the underside of my cock, I started dick fucking her clit with just the ridge around the head of my cock.

“Ooh, oh shit, that feels so good, oh fuck.” She went crazy, humping her pussy up at me in her search for something to fill her hole. “Fuck me, Mr. Jarvis, fuck me, fuck me.” I dipped about two inches in her and pulled back. I did it over and over again until she growled at me, then I laughingly gave her what she wanted.

She was louder tonight than at any other time, but I didn’t care. The house was still, which meant everyone should be asleep, but if they hear, they hear. This is my house; I don’t really give a fuck if Susan knows I’m fucking someone under my roof and Darla, well, I’ll talk to my daughter, so she understands.

GENEVIEVE

OKAY, I admit, I started to put on a show, but by the time he started doing that thing with his dick on my clit I’d have forgotten my lines anyway, and by the time he slid into me, my mind was no longer on anyone else. So my loud screams of pleasure were legit. I don’t know what was rocking my boat; maybe it was the fact that Darla-Sue was just down the hall while I was in here fucking her dad, I don’t know, but something was making my pussy squeal like an overstuffed pig.

I was so out of my head hot that I was the one who pushed him onto his back and started riding his cock like a sex-crazed maniac. My pussy was so hot I didn’t know what to do with myself. One minute I rocked back and forth, grinding my pelvis into his to feel all his cock inside me, and the next, I was bouncing like his crotch was an exercise ball.

I flung my hair, which I now know he loves and which had answered a burning question from long ago, from side to side. His hands came up and gripped my hair in two fistfuls which he used to pull me up and down on his cock.

He pulled my head forward hard and smashed our lips together as my pussy stretched and ached around his marauding cock. “Yes, yes, fuck my pussy, cum inside me.” I knew my words would send him tumbling over the edge but what I didn’t expect was for him to try to break my back when he pushed me back on the mattress from my riding position and fuck into me like he was trying to drill a tunnel.

GENEVIEVE

O h, she’s big mad. I’ve been having a hell of a time of it, keeping my laughter hidden behind my coffee cup. Last night had been the best. At some point during our sexual Olympics, a light had come on down the hallway. He couldn’t see it since his back was turned to the door while he had my legs over his shoulders and bent back to my ears, but I did.

I also saw the shadow that fell across the bottom of his bedroom door and took a wild guess at who our visitor was. And wouldn’t you know, she chose a time when her dad was telling me how hard he was going to breed me to come snooping. My cries of ‘give me your son’ must not have helped much either because she stomped off back to her room.

She didn’t get to share in this morning’s fuck fest because that took place in his shower that was made for eight, but now here we are face to face across the breakfast table. Gregory had not let me leave the room until he, too, was dressed and ready. He’s so cute, protecting me from his little girl.

She was there, waiting, ready to pounce until we came in together. “Good morning, Darla.” He walked over and kissed her cheek on his way to the coffeepot while I greeted her as well. She pinked up at her father’s kiss but ignored me altogether. “Cream and sugar, right, sweetheart.”