A nut and a fluff

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, still half-full of my prick—which starts lengthening again from the stimulation. I grab one of her boobs with one hand and pinch her nipple while the other hand slips between us to rub her clit. That sets her off. She presses her head into the wall and howls in climax, and her cunt goes crazy around my shaft. I cut off her howl with a hard, demanding kiss; she kisses me back with starveling intensity and rubs her mound against my hand. To my shock, the stimulation not only restores my erection to full potency, it triggers another orgasm. I throw back my head and roar, taken by surprise as my balls boil over and send cum fountaining into Scarlett’s hot body.

I end up leaning her into the wall again, both of us panting and shaking. “I don’t believe that,” I say breathlessly. This girl’s wet cunt is a fucking Fountain of Youth.

Scarlett presses her face into my neck and hangs on to me for dear life. “That’s so fucking hot . . .” she moans.

I’m not sure how long we stand there—long enough for my dick to shrink all the way out of Scarlett’s pussy and our combined cum to end up in a large puddle on the floor. I can clean it later, I tell myself. I have more important things to do. I shake myself and murmur in her ear, “Come with me, baby girl. 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,” I tell her. “Lie down on your back with your head hanging off the side.” She gives me a questioning look but does as I tell her. “You’re going to fluff me so I’m long and thick and hard for that pretty little pussy of yours.” I can see her eyes sparkle.

“Show me how much you want this cock,” I tell her, straddling her head to hang my balls in her face. “Suck my balls like a good little slut.”

Scarlett complies eagerly. “Yes, Mr. Harrison,” she moans. “Let me suck your big, fat balls . . . Let me taste them, and think of all the nice, thick cum they have for me.” She grabs my deflated cock in one hand, stroking it gently and caressing the head, and uses the other to guide my ball sack to her mouth. I can feel her lick it all over—How long is that tongue? I wonder—and then capture one ball with her lips and suck on it gently. She rolls it around in her mouth, then does the same to the other one, licking it all over as she sucks on it. Then she opens wide and sucks them both in, pulling on them and painting them with her tongue.

Scarlett sucks on my balls happily for as long as I let her. When my recovering prick reaches a respectable length, I straighten my legs to lift my sack out of her mouth, but she doesn’t want to let go: she strains after it until it pulls free with a lewd plop. I shift and start stroking my rapidly-stiffening erection along her face; she lets her hand drop and sticks out her tongue—which is indeed astonishingly long. I’m amazed how far she’s able to wrap it around my thick shaft. It takes very little time for me to reach my full aching hardness.

“Now, sexy girl, I’m going to fuck your throat,” I inform her.

“Ooooh, please, Mr. Harrison. Please fuck my throat and make me a good little slut. I’m a big girl, I can take it.” Her voice suddenly smoky with lust, she adds, “In fact, I fucking love it.” This little vixen really is a walking wet dream, isn’t she? I bend my knees a little more and slowly push my cockhead into Scarlett’s mouth. It takes only a little shifting for me to drive it into her throat; she takes me so deep, my balls are resting on her forehead.

I lean forward to grab her tits with both hands, for balance and because I want to. I squeeze them and pinch her nipples; Scarlett shivers, then swallows hard—once, twice, three times—working my rod with her pussy-soft throat. “Play with yourself, baby girl,” I tell her. “I want to see your fingers working that sweet slit.” She complies quickly enough that I suspect she’d been waiting to be told, or given permission, or something. She seems to be really enjoying playing the submissive. Quite a contrast to her boyfriends, I imagine.

I maul Scarlett’s boobs and start thrusting, fucking her mouth with long, vigorous strokes. The drain-clogging noises she makes sound uncomfortable, but her fingers are working furiously in her twat, and the other hand is busy playing with my balls. The way she works my cock with her throat with each thrust tells me she’s done this more than once; it feels incredible—better than almost any pussy I’ve ever felt. Not better than hers, but it’s close. It’s not long before I can feel my balls start to boil.

I’m torn. I’d planned this as a warm-up before fucking Scarlett’s tight pussy again, but I really want to cum in her tight, willing throat. I’ll have to decide soon, or my cock will decide for me.