69 ways to fluff your lover

Maybe I should be uncomfortable with the image of my daughter bragging about my sexual prowess, but—well, it isn’t because I did anything inappropriate; and having a busty 18-year-old vixen begging for my cock has me so high on lust that the only thing that image does is make me want to brag myself. Sure, blowing my load in her tight teenage cunt took a little of the edge off, but I’ve had little enough sex in the last several years, and so little of it good, that there’s a lot of edge. One load? There’s much, much more where that came from.

And so, instead of cringing, I boast. I tongue-fuck Scarlett’s ear, making her giggle and squirm, and murmur, “You think Lily was right? She only knows what she happened to hear, when she happened to be home—and yeah, her mother was a screamer, but it’s not like she gave details. Rowan said she had the best-fucked pussy in the state; I had her friends coming on to me because she’d gotten them so turned on with her bragging.” That’s a slight exaggeration—it only happened twice, and both of those were women who had a very open idea of marriage—but this girl doesn’t need to know that. “By the time I let you leave this house, you will barely be able to walk, and you will still be wanting more.” Now I just need to live up to that boast . . .

Scarlett is moaning and writhing now, pinned between me and the wall. I pinch and twist her nipples, and she howls in orgasm, grinding against my cock, which immediately begins its resurrection. The thunder passes, leaving her panting and shaking. “That’s so fucking hot . . .” she moans.

“Come with me, baby girl,” I rumble. “It’s time to continue your education.”

“Fuck yeah,” Scarlett gasps as I lead her to the bedroom. “Teach me, Mr. Harrison . . . teach me everything . . .”

Fortunately, I changed all the sheets and had the house cleaned thoroughly before the party last weekend, and I always make the bed; it’s just a man’s bedroom now and has been for six years, but I do have my pride. Though Scarlett’s hazy enough with lust that I’m not sure how much she’d notice, I still wouldn’t want to bring her in here if it didn’t look good. “Pull back the sheets, baby girl, lie down on your back, and spread your legs,” I tell her. “You’re going to fluff me so I’m long and thick and hard for that pretty little pussy of yours, and I’m going to feast on it while I do.”

Scarlett does as she’s told, quivering with anticipation. “None of my boyfriends ever wanted to eat me,” she tells me. “They said it was gross. Most of them wouldn’t do it; the ones who did just wanted to get it over with. I’ve never cum that way—before today.”

“Well, baby girl, your boyfriends were fools and dolts who deprived both you and themselves. You and I are both going to enjoy this very much.” I take off my shirt and hang it on a peg, then get on all fours above her with my head facing her feet.

Scarlett moistens a hand with my pre-cum, then wraps it around my half-erect dick and draws my knob to her lips. I feel her tongue wrap around it—And how long is that tongue, anyway?—then extend further to curl around my shaft. It retreats to her mouth with a final flourish across the very tip of my prick. “Mmmmmmm,” she purrs, “cock tastes best with my pussy juice on it.” She recaptures my glans with her lips and sucks on it gently, teasing and stroking it with her tongue.

I bend my head to Scarlett’s quim and breathe deep, then take a good long lick from her clit toward her dripping hole. From behind and below, I hear her moan around my knob. Her aroma is tart and floral and musky, and her flavor matches it; she tastes like lemonade and rich perfume. I lap at her nectar, making her wriggle. She takes my cock out of her mouth for a moment to say breathily, “Ohhhh, Mr. Harrison, eat my pussy . . . Do you like that sweet little teen pussy, Mr. Harrison? Taste me—feed on me—own me with your mouth—own that slutty little pussy . . . I’ll do anything, Mr. Harrison, just don’t stop . . .”

Scarlett returns to sucking vigorously on my cockhead while curling and coiling her tongue around my shaft. I groan and start licking around her love button, flicking the tip and probing her crevices, making her moan in turn. “Oooooh, that feels so naughty, Mr. Harrison,” I hear. “You must think I’m a naughty slut to lick my little clit like—like—ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuuck, Mr. Harrison, more, more, just like that, please lick my little clit just like that—I’ll be good—I’ll be a good girl—I’ll be your good little slut—just keep—licking . . . so—fucking—good . . .”

Scarlett pulls me down by the cock so she can get more of me in her mouth. I push two fingers into her tight, slick heat, slowly pumping them in and out, and she bucks her hips into my face. I pump her a little faster and lock lips on her pearl, suckling it and teasing it with my tongue; she mewls around my prick, then pulls me out to moan, “Ohhhh, Mr. Harrison, that’s so fucking good . . . it’s so naughty . . . Taking advantage of your sweet baby girl . . . making her so hot and wet and horny sucking on her sweet little button—stuffing your big man fingers in her tight little teen cunt . . . making her your hungry little teen slut . . . Ooooooh, that’s so good on my little fucking button . . . Fuck yeah, just like that, just like fucking that, fuck my cunt just like that, own that slutty cunt with those big fucking fingers . . . Please, Mr. Harrison, more, more, make me your slut, make me your naughty little slut—I need your mouth, need more, I need you . . .”

Scarlett keeps moaning louder and louder. She’s not doing much on my cock at this point, but I’m already achingly hard, so I don’t care much—I want to cum in her pussy again, not her mouth. “Fuck you’re making me horny, Mr. Harrison,” she mewls, “making me so fucking hot . . . Make your baby girl cum, Mr. Harrison—make your sweet baby girl cum—I’m a good little slut, please make me cum—I’m getting so close, don’t stop, I need to cum, keep eating me, make your good little slut cum all over your face—make me cum so hard I squirt . . .”

Scarlett takes me back in her mouth, and deeper, until I can feel my mushroom nestling at the opening of her throat. I curl my fingers back toward me and find her G-spot, then give her clit a light scrape with my teeth—and she goes off like a bomb. She gives a gargling scream around my cockhead, astonishingly loud under the circumstances; her girl-cum froths and spurts around my hand as her tunnel squeezes my fingers in a pulsating rhythm. I keep rubbing her G-spot and suckling her clit as she presses her sweet pink flesh into my face.

When I’ve rubbed and suckled Scarlett all the way through her climax, I pull my prick out of her mouth and turn around. The only question in my mind is how I want to fuck her.