Punishing the Brats

He turned her gently onto her side, kissing the back of her neck as he did so. Her skin felt positively alive everywhere his lips touched, and she smiled and hummed in delight, following his guidance, lying on her side so that her back was to him, so that her bum was pressing against his hard cock.

She gasped when she felt his bulbous tip at her entrance, and realized that he was moving his cock up and down her slit. It sent all her nerve endings buzzing like mad, and she pushed back involuntarily, desiring more, desiring him inside her.

“Come on, Daddy,” she panted, reaching back to touch him. He held her hand in his, and they interlocked fingers. “Come inside me.”

He crossed her thighs one over the other, and then pushed himself inside her, from behind her. She moaned loudly, feeling suddenly overwhelmed with so much sensation. He was so thick, and he was stretching her crazily!

Mandy had never before felt something like this. God, it was fucking amazing!

Slowly he began to inch inside her, and she felt her tight entrance swallow the wide ridge of his cock head. She mewled and moaned as he continued to invade her velvet canal with his manhood, as it rubbed against her front wall, making her lick her lips involuntarily.

In her position, she was so much tighter, and she was set ablaze in pleasure as she felt him touch her everywhere with his manhood. It was like every nerve ending was on fire. It was like every single bit of flesh inside her that could feel something was being stimulated.

She felt so… so full, too. Something she hadn’t really expected.

“Oh, Daddy,” she hissed, and sensing her thoughts, her needs, he reached over her hip, he started massaging her clit. She was instantly plunged into sensation, and she bit her lip and pushed her head back against him, and bucked her hips backward, too.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, and he obliged, starting off slow, with gentle thrusts, but before long graduating to rhythmic fast fucking. She was lost in it all almost instantly.

All could do was grin and relax, letting him fuck her for all he was worth, while he fingered her clit so deftly, while he brought her racing forward. She felt like she was already getting ready to take off, like she was on the launching pad.

He drilled himself into her, his hand working her clit, his lips on the back of her shoulder, on the back of her neck, kissing and biting and nibbling. She could hear his breathing, fast, deep. She could hear her own gasps for air, interspersed with high pitch squeals and moans.

She could feel the breath rushing past her ears, over her face. It was so close, so intimate. She could feel his heat radiating through her body.

“Oh Goooooddddd!” she moaned. “Oh, shit, oh shit!” He was fucking her really hard now, and he was bottoming out each time, and each time his cock thrust into her womanhood it ground against her g-spot, and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.

She was bathed in bliss, lost in sensation, and she was only climbing, only getting closer and closer to that inevitable.

She held onto his hand that was in between his legs, and moaning and crying out in pleasure, pushed it harder against her. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting into her harder and faster, his lean body like a whipcord snapping back and forth, his fingers on her clit massaging it deftly, expertly.

“Daddy!” she wailed. “Oh, fuck me harder, Daddy!”

Mandy could feel that spring coiling inside her, that gear winding up. She moaned and writhed on the bed, reaching behind her to grab his ass and force him into her.

He fucked her with abandon, drilling deep inside her sodden womanhood, setting her pleasure centers on fire, her nervous system ablaze.

“Fuck me!” she mewled, eyes shut tight. She was climbing, ascending. She was getting closer and closer.

“Don’t stop, Daddy! Don’t stop! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUCK!”

Mandy crested then, her whole body rocking with pleasure, her nerves electrified, her senses in heaven.

She was soaring, in orbit, shivering and shaking, writhing and wriggling; moaning and smiling.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” she hissed through gritted teeth.

He kept fucking her, drove her through her orgasm, and she clamped her canal around him, body tensed, a snapshot of ecstasy reached twice in the space of a minute.

He fucked her still, but he was no longer fingering her clit, no longer stimulating the over-sensitive bundle of nerves.

His thrusts grew shallower and shallower, and then he was groaning in her ear, tensing up, gripping onto her breasts and pulling at her nipples so hard that it hurt.

“Fuck,” he grunted, and he came inside her. His huge cock twitched and she felt it, felt it grow in width, felt it stretch her, and felt it fill her up.

He came and came and came.

He unloaded himself for all he was worth into her, and then it was over, and he was panting on the back of her neck.