Tit-fluffing

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 her ass into 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 upstairs 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. I pull back the sheets and sit down on the edge of the bed with my legs spread. “Bring those big melons over here, baby girl,” I rumble. “Fluff me with them so I’m long and thick and hard for that pretty little pussy of yours.”

Scarlett kneels eagerly between my calves and rubs her face up and down my cock, stroking it with her soft cheeks and planting little kisses on my cockhead. She licks it lightly from base to tip a few times, then swirls her tongue around my knob. “Mmmmmmm,” she purrs, “cock tastes best with my pussy juice on it.” She takes one succulent breast in each hand—my prick twitches at the sight of her abundant titflesh spilling over her fingers, then starts growing when she sandwiches it between them. I’m already slick from fucking her, but she spits on my glans anyway and begins sliding her ample curves up and down my shaft.

Scarlett varies her speed as she tit-fucks me; sometimes she stops moving up and down and rubs her firm globes against each other. “You like my soft boobies, Mr. Harrison?” she coos. “You think they’re sexy? Mmmmm, you like them fucking your big cock, don’t you? I love feeling it between my boobs, Mr. Harrison—it feels so thick and hard and alive. I can feel it pulsing and throbbing and growing, like it wants to own my big boobies and pump my slutty little teen pussy full of nice hot cum. It’s so fucking sexy . . .”

When the friction becomes a little too much, Scarlett abruptly deepthroats my cock. I gasp and arch my back at the bolt of pleasure this sends shooting down my nerves. She comes back up trailing her impossibly long tongue down my shaft, then deepthroats me again and swallows. She coils her tongue around my prick as she lifts her head a second time; this time she pulls all the way off, leaving my shaft glistening wet. She wraps her sweet girls back around my rod and resumes pumping me. Each time my cock peeks out of its soft, warm cocoon, she gives it a quick lick. I moan, and she smiles. “Am I being a good girl for you, Mr. Harrison, letting you use my boobies like a good little slut?” she purrs. “Do my big firm boobies make you happy?”

I reach down to her breasts and grab their eager pink tips, pulling and twisting them as she wanks me. “Fuuuuuck, Mr. Harrison, pinch my nipples,” Scarlett moans. “Own my big nipples . . . own my big titties . . . use me . . . use my body . . . make me your naughty little slut . . .” Suddenly, to my astonishment, she throws her head back and lets out a long, high, ululating cry; her body goes rigid and starts to tremble. She actually came from tit-fucking me! Fuck, this girl is worked up.

Her eyes focus on me after several moments; she starts tit-fucking me again, but I tell her to stand up, then I stand up and tell her to get on the bed. She obeys quickly and says eagerly, “Fuck my pussy now, Mr. Harrison, please fuck my hungry pussy! I need your big thick cock—I need it so fucking bad . . . How do you want me? Take me any way you want, I need you in my pussy now . . .”