It was just after 10 p.m. when I pulled into the driveway. The night had been a bit of a letdown, but that’s the way it goes sometimes. I had pulled my key to unlock the door when it swung open. “Hi Daddy!” my twelve-year-old greeted me, arms open and face beaming with delight.
“Hello, Pumpkin,” I beamed back, erasing the furrow from my brow. “Why are you still up? It’s late.”
“I missed you and wanted to see you before I went to bed. How was your date? What movie did you see? Was the food good? Where’d you go? Where’s Momma?” she blurted out all at once whilst coming in for a hug.
“Slow down, kiddo. We had Italian; it was good. The movie sucked; it was not worth the hype. And your mother was called in to work. So much for Mom and Dad Date Night, huh?” I watched her furrow her brow and twist her lip in disgust.
“I’m sorry your night was ruined. At least the food was good,” ever the optimist.
“It was, and it’s okay. It happens. We’ll try again in a couple of years, when we get a break,” I joked. “Maybe when we have no kids in the house and we’re retired.”
“Not funny. You’ll get a chance before then. I know you will.” She hugged me again, and I kissed her forehead.
“OK, you, off to bed. You have school tomorrow,” I stated as I turned her towards the hall.
“I know, I know.” She pouted as she went off to bed.
I walked to the kitchen to get a drink. “Hi, Gina, thanks for watching the kiddos,” I said to the lanky blond teen standing at the sink.
“It was no problem. I heard; sorry your night sucked. Mine was pretty boring,” she offered. I leaned against the counter and watched her move about. Simple, no-nonsense clothes, usually jeans and a t-shirt, was sweatpants and a hoodie tonight, as the air had a chill to it. Very little makeup, she didn’t need it. She had a simple beauty that radiated from her that she couldn’t recognize, and her peers could only dream of. Smart, funny, down-to-earth, and independent. She would make someone very happy one day.
She handed me a glass, and I took a sip. Whisky. She read my mind. I took another drink, downing what remained, and set the glass down. Gina turned, backed up against me, put her left arm back around my neck as she wiggled her ass on me. “Can I make your night better?” she cooed. Someone very happy, one day. I groaned into her neck as I kissed it. The sweet smell of her perfume filled my mind with the scent of coconut and caramel. She reached behind her with her right hand and grasped my rapidly growing member.
I gyrated my hips as I brought my hands up her hips, along her belly, and came to rest with a full D cup in each hand. I continued to kiss and flick my tongue on her neck, and she responded with a groan and a giggle. I slid my hand into her sweatpants and inside her panties, where I found her clean-shaven pussy very wet and slick with excitement. I plunged a finger into her depths before retreating back to her erect clit. I rubbed gently for only a few moments before she backed harder into me with rapid breath and sensitivity to my touch.
At this, she turned, undid my pants and guided them to the floor, staring at my fully engorged cock at eye level. She licked at my balls, gently, then brought her tongue up the entirety of my shaft before swirling her tongue around the head and engulfing my member with her mouth. Taking me as far inside her mouth as she could. Sliding me in and out, guiding and controlling it all with her hand as it stroked me with tender desire.
Her touch was delicate, her mouth ravenous, and her tongue told a story that said she enjoyed every second of it. The taste, the feel, the groans coming from my lips. I knew if she kept it up, I wouldn’t be lasting long. Not that I didn’t have reserves to spare, but the moment was too delicious to end so quickly.
As if reading my mind, she stopped and stood. Pushing her pants and panties to the floor as she did. She turned again, stepping out of her clothes and pushing her wet and ready pussy against my throbbing dick. I let her slide her pussy against my rigid shaft a few times as she squirmed with delight, then I turned her, picked her up and set her on the island. I leaned in, her legs spread, waiting for me to devour her. And I did; every drop of her excitement I lapped up hungrily as though it would be my last meal.
She rested her heels on my shoulders, her fingers in my hair as I licked and swirled and sucked at her lips and clit, thrusting my tongue into her depths to taste her honey straight from the source. She quietly writhed in front of me, her legs alternately squeezing and releasing my head as her body was sent through wave after wave of climaxes, the ebb and flow not creating the tidal wave of excitement but building it.
I continued my feast as I inserted a finger to massage her G-spot. Almost instantly, her body became more rigid and her motions jerky as the new sensation prodded her along to a major climax. Then, without warning, her legs clamped shut on my face and stiffened as she tried to escape my tongue. The effort was fruitless, as she had an alligator grip on my head with her legs, and she quietly tensed as she rode out the orgasm. I stayed as still as I could as I waited for her to release me.
After several moments, she finally relaxed, and I would lap at her dripping juices teasingly. Her body responded with a jerk as she quietly breathed, “Wait. Wait.” I smiled at her as I brought my lips to hers, and she kissed me deeply, then guided me inside of her, wanting to feel me fill her while she still tried to catch her breath. I started with long, slow strokes, trying to give her time to come down from her climax.
When she no longer appeared to be as sensitive, I quickened the pace and the depth of my strokes. She responded by tightening her grip on me with every out stroke. As if she thought I was going somewhere and she needed to hold me in place. Her pretty smile, her flushed face, the look of satisfaction and desire in her eyes and the way she gripped me, I wondered how long I would last.
“Cum with me,” she whispered in my ear.
“Now?” I asked, hoping the answer was ‘Yes’ and praying the answer was ‘No’. She shook her head ‘Yes’ vigorously and grabbed my hips, squeezing her fingers into my flesh. We came together in a deep, powerful embrace and were both left breathless.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling radiantly. She slid off the counter and stood there on jelly legs for a couple of minutes, unsure if she should move.
“I suppose I should let you go to bed too.” I looked at her apologetically.
“I suppose so,” she agreed with disappointment. She gathered up her clothes and began walking to the hall.
“You coming, Daddy?”
“Yes, Sweetie, I’m right behind you.”
