Story 18 #2
Her hands moved over him. One of them went to the back of his head, and the other one moved over his chest, wanting to feel it again, and then down to his stomach, starting to undo the buttons of his shirt.
He took hold of one of her hands and put it on the bulge in his pants. She began to massage it, letting him think that she was his to do with as he wanted.
He took hold of one of her breasts again, massaging it, and his other hand was on her ass.
She got his shirt undone, even with only one hand focusing on the task now, and her hand was on his body again, beneath the shirt now, moving on his muscles.
Then he was pushing at the straps of her dress. She stepped back from him. He looked at her now eagerly, another clear sign of his submission to her will. One of his hands went to one of her shoulders, but she felt as though he was slightly more tentative now. She pushed the strap of her dress off that shoulder and then did the same to the next side. She pulled on her dress, and it slid down her body, falling to the floor.
She stepped back again so that he would get a better look at her body, seeing her firm breasts, her taut abs, her long legs, the only thing covering her now being her simple black cotton panties.
He slipped his shirt off and then undid his pants, pushing them down. His cock was pushing at the front of his boxer shorts, and she felt as though she could understand a bit of his arrogance now. Not only did he have a great body, but his cock looked huge. She couldn’t wait to have some fun with it.
She went to him again, and his hands were on her, pulling him to her, and then they were kissing, his cock pushing at her through his boxer shorts, rubbing against her. His hand went to her breasts and massaged them, and then he bent down to them, kissing and sucking on them each in turn. One of her hands was on the back of his head as she moaned, and her other hand went down to his cock, pushing his boxer shorts down, wrapping her hand around the hard fatness of his cock.
As she was doing that, she felt one of his hands on the front of her panties, rubbing at her pussy through them, before she pushed her hand down into them and started toying with her, showing a sweetly delicate touch that took her quite by surprise.
He rubbed at her, and she murmured happily. He raised his face from her breasts and looked into her eyes, and there was some of that arrogance back, as though he knew just what effect he was having on her with his magic fingers.
Her hand was still on his cock, and she decided that it was time to show him just what she could do.
She bent down to kiss his chest, and then she dropped to her knees before him.
He reached down and stroked her head.
She leaned in and kissed the tip of his co,ck and then she turned to look up at him, seeing the intensity with which he was looking down at her, knowing just how much he wanted this.
She began to suck on the sides of his cock, one hand on his balls, massaging them slightly.
Then, she moved to the tip of his cock. She took it in her mouth, teasing him. She knew that he wanted more, but she took her time.
Slowly, she started to take more of his cock in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, her mouth moving up and down along his shaft.
She took all of his cock, pushing it right to the back of her throat, holding it all there, her tongue on the underside of it.
She could hear him breathing heavily, and she knew that she was having the desired effect on him. It was time for him to show her what he could do.
She let his cock fall from her mouth and got to her feet. She lay down on the bed with her legs hanging off the edge and then raised herself up on her elbows, looking at him, before she slid her panties off, lying naked now, offering herself to him as she spread her legs and rubbed at her clit. Now she would see what he was made of - if he would just let his instincts take over and fuck her wildly, or if he was going to give her what she wanted.
He went to his knees before her, and she knew that she was going to get what she wanted. He licked at her legs, and then his mouth was on her pussy, his lips pushing at her clit as he sucked on it, and then his tongue was there, pushing at it and flicking at it, and her body convulsed with pleasure.
He lapped at her greedily, worshiping her pussy, and it was just what she wanted from him. He was doing very well, she thought to herself.
She cried out as his tongue worked on her, the pleasure only increasing as he continued to explore her.
Then, she leaned forward on the bed.
“Come here, come here,” she panted, and he didn't need to be told twice. He climbed onto the bed, between her legs, looking down on her, ready to dominate her.
But she had other plans for him. Just as he was about to slip his big cock into her, she grabbed hold of him and rolled him over onto his back. He let out a gasp of surprise, and she looked up at him. She took hold of his cock and slipped it inside herself. She held it partly inside her, teasing him again. She wanted more, wanted all of him, but she knew that she should build up to it first. She began rocking her hips back and forth with him slightly inside her. His hands moved over her thighs, to her ass, up to her succulent breasts. He squeezed them as her hips rocked, and then she pushed more of him inside her.
She felt him stretching her out, his cock fat and hard.
She pushed it all the way into her, and his hands were squeezing her ass.
She bent over him, her hands on his chest, as she began to rock back and forth, building up her pace, fucking him harder, harder.
Suddenly, he rolled her over. She was crying out now, lost in the moment, and she was willing to let him assert himself here, right at the end. She wanted a good, hard fucking, and the wild look in his eyes told her that was just what she was going to get from him.
He was fucking her hard, pounding away at her pussy, and then he exploded within her, his cock shooting his load inside her as she cried out louder than ever.
She had felt as though that had been a very good experience for both of them, and the way that he would come back to her, wanting more, only made her feel even more certain about this. But it wasn’t what she wanted; that was the problem. She found herself getting bored, needing new experiences, and she’d ended up having more than a few of those.
She had come away from that year at college feeling full of confidence. But now, Max was leaving her filled with doubts. She felt as though he barely even noticed her, and she felt as though she wanted him to notice her more than anything. And yet, she also knew that it would mean trouble. She knew that if her friend suspected for even a second that she was harboring these feelings, these wild fantasies, for her father, then it would inevitably lead to all sorts of complications and problems.
All the same, there was no denying that Laura had noticed that something was wrong.
She asked Sally if she wanted to go out for the day with her and her mother.
“We’re going to head up the coast a bit, go to a nice restaurant for brunch, do some shopping, chill by the ocean for a bit, get some dinner, then come back late. Do you want to join us?”
Sally knew that she should go with them and, in fact, she very nearly agreed to do so. However, in the end, she made some excuses, saying that she was a bit tired out. She couldn’t even really admit the truth to herself - that she wanted to stay there with Max. That just being around him was a sweet agony, a torture that she couldn’t deny herself.
However, Laura didn’t seem happy with her excuses. She sighed loudly, and shook her head, and Sally felt as though she was in the doghouse over her decision. How could she explain it, though? How could she tell her friend that she wanted to be around her father? She could imagine Laura’s disgusted response to that, how it would destroy their friendship. Laura couldn’t understand how Sally felt when she looked at Laura’s father.
When Laura and her mother were about to leave, she came to check on Sally one last time.
“You’re sure you don’t want to come?” she asked.
“No, really,” Sally said, smiling as placatingly as she could, “I’ll be fine here. We’ll catch up later, though, yeah?”
Laura shook her head again and turned and walked out without another word. Sally was starting to feel bad about this whole situation. She told herself that she needed to get over Max. It was a crazy, stupid crush, and it wasn’t doing her any good. For a moment, she considered going after Laura and telling her that she’d changed her mind. However, as she was thinking about this, she heard the car start up and knew that she’d missed her chance. Deep down, hidden away within her, she had to admit that she was secretly pleased about this. She was now aware that it was just her and Max in the house, and a part of her wondered what he was doing in that moment. She felt a rush of excitement that she did her best to suppress.
She decided that she was going to head outside to the pool and get some sunbathing in. That seemed as though it would be a good way to relax.
She put on one of her bikinis - a little red number that cupped her breasts beautifully. She looked at her reflection in the mirror, smiling slightly to herself. She had to admit to herself that she thought she looked good. She patted her stomach a couple of times, feeling her tight abs, and then turned to look at her ass, clenching and unclenching it slightly.
She pulled on a bathrobe and grabbed a towel, heading out to the pool.
She had just gotten to the poolside and was picking her spot, laying down her towel, when she noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye.
She glanced up and felt herself tense for a moment, felt her heart beat just a bit faster.
There he was. There was Max, and he was looking incredible.
His skin seemed to be positively glowing. He was wearing a shirt that fitted him well, showing off his physique, and some casual shorts.