Part Ten

Returning back to the manor and entering his family home, Peter made his way not towards his bedroom but towards the kitchen only to be surprised to see a light switched on and Cindy sitting at the island, dressed only in a silk nightrobe while eating some vanilla ice-cream straight from the tub. Smiling at the sight of the teenager, Peter entered the kitchen.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one with the same idea." Peter said as he made his way over to the freezer, taking out a tub of mint-chocolate ice-cream before sitting down next to Cindy at the kitchen island.

"Well, I picked up a stress-eating habit from my Dad." Cindy said while looking at Peter who took a spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth while Cindy asked. "So, I take it dinner didn't go well, hence why you're stress eating?"

"Yeah." Peter admitted.

"Why? What happened?" Cindy curiously asked.

"Me," Peter answered before shaking his head. "Basically what you need to know is your mother and I never tried to be a couple before because we didn't want to make things complicated for you or Phoebe especially if it never worked out and that remains true even now."

"We just want you both to be happy." Cindy reminded Peter.

"I know." Peter nodded as he put another spoonful of ice-cream into his mouth.

"You and Mom would be very happy together. I know it." Cindy said.

"True as that may be, if it was going to happen Cindy, it would have by now and I hate to disappoint but it seems we may have missed our window," Peter told the brunette. "So, what's got you here, stress-eating? Something must be on your mind..."

"I..." Cindy paused. "You don't want to know..."

"I thought we didn't have secrets, come on, you can tell me." Peter tried to reassure Cindy. "Maybe I can help?"

"Ok, you can help," Cindy agreed before revealing. "I've been thinking about guys."

"Anyone in particular?" Peter wondered. "Do I need to go over and teach someone a lesson for messing with my girl?'

"No," Cindy sighed. "Nothing like that. It's just something on my mind," Cindy added as she and Peter continued to pick at their respective ice-cream tubs. "I'm a... I haven't really done anything outside of..."

"Oh right." Peter said in realisation of what Cindy was hinting at.

"And I dunno... College is around the corner and I don't want to be the odd one out there who is still a..." Cindy admitted. "But Phoebe says its best to wait for the right guy who has the experience and I dunno, I keep thinking about who might be the right guy who I trust and I'm comfortable with and it just seems impossible..."

"Finding the right guy will always be impossible. No one will ever meet your entire criteria. Very rarely that happens but and I know I don't say this often, Phoebe is right, you should find someone you trust and are comfortable with," Peter told her as he and Cindy put aside their ice-cream tubs. "And don't think you have to rush it. High school or college, it doesn't matter when you lose it. So long as you're happy and trust who you are with."

"Right," Cindy nodded in agreement. "Thanks Dad." Cindy said with a warm smile.

"Well, it's late and we have to be up in the morning, so time for bed," Peter told Cindy as the two of them stood up however Peter noticed some dried ice cream near Cindy's lips. "Hold up. Wait," Peter said as he grabbed a tissue. "You got a little right here," Peter said before wiping away the ice-cream with the tissue from Cindy’s face. "And we're done." Peter said as he found himself staring into Cindy's green eyes.

"Thanks…" Cindy softly said looking back at Peter and before the older man could react Cindy leaned forward and pressed her lips against Peter's.

“Cindy… What…” Peter said in-between kisses as Cindy continued to try and kiss Peter back. “We shouldn’t… Your mother… This isn’t a good idea…”

“I think it is the right idea,” Cindy said as she thought about being as bold as Phoebe, slowly undoing the belt of her robe, dropping it down for the older man to see her naked body in all of it’s glory. “You said, I should do it with someone I’m happy or trust, well, there’s no one I trust more than you.” Cindy added, deciding it was now or never before leaning back in and kissing Peter firmly once more.

Finding himself enjoying the feeling of the teenager’s body pressed up against his, Peter found himself kissing Cindy back, caressing the nape of her back and bringing his hands down to her toned ass. Meanwhile, Cindy let her breath catch up to her while Peter's hands began roaming all over her body, exploring her ass and then along her sides until he was squeezing her tits and Peter kissed Cindy and she kissed him back, driving her tongue against his.

At the same time, Peter ground his rock-hard cock against her body only for Cindy to pull him away and make quick work to discard his shirt and trousers along with his boxers, revealing his large, hard cock before her. Cindy then moaned when Peter leaned in and began lapping and sucking at her nipples, one nipple at a time, but making sure each got equal attention.

"Oh fuck, I've dreamt about this for so long." Cindy giggled and then mewled with pleasure.

"Well, I hope I make it as good as you dreamed." Peter told her as he lifted the teenager up and sat her down on the kitchen island, spreading her legs wide to reveal her wet pussy and the adult stood between her widely parted knees while she marvelled at the sight of his thick cock.

Peter then leaned over and kissed Cindy hungrily as he pushed her back and knelt down at the edge of the island and soon the kitchen echoed with moans of pleasure as Peter's tongue began to lick up along her slit, and then trace a few circles around her clit. Peter continued to lick Cindy’s clit as he pushed her legs higher and wider, giving himself better access to her pussy while he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Cindy moaned out in pleasure. "Ohhh, don't stop, daddy, please don’t stop."

Peter kept up his tongue attack on Cindy’s now wet hole, along with his firm rubbing on her clit, until Cindy screamed out in orgasm and it was then as she recovered from her orgasm, Cindy got off the island, sank to her knees and took his shaft into her hand.

“Allow me to return the favour, daddy,” Cindy softly said as she started stroking his cock. “I’ve only done this a few times.” Cindy added as she reached up with her other hand to caress his balls, fondling them while she stroked his shaft.

Peter watched as Cindy’s mouth then took his cockhead into her mouth and slowly began to bob up and down his length and he soon found himself, thrusting his cock into her mouth, his hands ran through her brown hair, letting her know how much he was savouring the hot, wet luxury of her mouth.

Cindy meanwhile thrust her free hand between her open legs and vigorously rubbed her clit as she sucked his dick, Peter meanwhile started thrusting harder into Cindy's mouth as she let her tongue flutter rapidly over the underside of his cock, just beneath the head, and tightened her grip as she stroked him.

"Cindy, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Peter warned and took Peter’s dick all the way down her throat as his cum erupted into her mouth and Cindy greedily swallowed every thick spurt of his cum.

Still rock-hard, Peter brought Cindy up to her feet and sat her back down on the kitchen island and staring at the teenage girl and without a word but sensing that she truly wanted this, Peter spread Cindy’s smooth legs and rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slick slit several times before finally pushing the head into her hole.

“Oh fuck!” Cindy moaned deeply as she wrapped her legs around Peter's body as she felt his cock stretching her pussy. "God, you’re so big daddy!"

Allowing Cindy to get used to his cock inside of her pussy, Peter eventually started thrust his dick in and out of her pussy, moving in and out of her slowly at first but as the teenage girl got used to him, Peter found Cindy matching his thrusts and he soon Cindy pressing her mouth to his, slipping her tongue into his mouth as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist, pulling him in tighter while the kitchen started to echo with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and Cindy's moans.

Peter meanwhile increased the pace at which he fucked Cindy's now dripping wet pussy, while Cindy continued to kiss Peter, their tongues meeting in a frenzied battle as their bodies slapped against each other until finally Cindy erupted as her body quivered as her orgasm tore through her body.

“I’m close,” Peter warned Cindy as he felt himself getting close.

"Cum inside me, daddy," Cindy told Peter, using her legs to clamp him down. “Mom got me on the pill ages ago.” Cindy added and realising that Cindy was protected, Peter let himself go, firing ropes after ropes of cum into Cindy’s pussy.