“If you were willing, I would have parted your knees…”
I would have been so, so willing!
“Ooooh, Daddy, I can almost feel you doing it! What would you have done next?”
“And I would have kissed your springy golden curls and then gone down with my tongue into your juicy, delicious little pussy, and lapped up your nectar until…”
“Would you have asked me to touch you?”
“Afterwards…after I had made you cum with my mouth…”
Your description almost makes me cum right now, but I fight it off.
“I would have wanted to be the one to undo your shorts, Daddy, and pull them down…while you knelt over me so that I could see and touch everything!”
“And while you were touching me, my darling, I would have returned to your pussy with my fingers…to prepare you…
“Daddy, I am touching my pussy now…are you…?”
“Of course…”
“You would have had sex with me?”
“We would have made love together…”
A bolt of lightening flashes through me, and my belly convulses.
“How…” I gasp, “How would we have done it?”
“I wouldn’t have wanted to crush you with my weight. And I would have wanted to see you still…to be able to touch your body at the same time as… I would have got you up onto your hands and knees… Then I would have asked you to take hold of my…”
“Your cock…”
“My cock and guide it into the little nest…”
“Into my cunt, Daddy…”
“Yes, darling, into your lovely tight little cunt…”
I scoot onto my knees with my cheek resting on the pillow, with my lips close to the bedside cabinet and the telephone base unit. Moaning feverishly, I plunge two then three fingers past my wide-stretched pussy lips, deep into my slippery entrance!
I am not a virgin. To my eternal regret, a half-drunken, sweaty, awkward, bloodily painful and smelly episode in the back seat of Dominic Wilson’s Chevy Hotrod after the Senior Ball at High School saw to that. It was such an embarrassing disaster, Dominic and I couldn’t even bring ourselves to speak to each other again afterwards, let alone try it again. It would have been so much better, so much more loving and tender with you!
“I can feel you, Daddy! I can feel your big hard cock sliding into my tight cunt, stretching the walls and opening me up. You feel so wonderful! So big and powerful! Give me all of you, deep inside me! Take me! Make me yours!”
I work my fingers inside me, grinding my clit on my palm and calling on you to run your hands all over me, to fuck me, to bury yourself in me and to fill my womb with your hot seed. A keening tension takes over my entire body. My thighs shake; my breasts and belly cry out for release. I ache from wanting you, to share the cataclysm with you as one being!
I hear you call out, “Fleur!” and I cum. A firestorm of pleasure crashes through me. I collapse, lying prostrate on the bed with my fingers still buried deep in my convulsing channel. I know I am dribbling into my pillow, sobbing and calling out words, but I have no idea what I am saying.
It seems as if it is taking hours for the clamour within me to subside to a luxurious, warm, heavy glow, yet I know, in reality, only a few minutes have passed. Smiling smugly to myself and stretching like a sun-dazed cat, I roll onto my back. My hair clings to my forehead in sweaty strands. The insides of my thighs are slick with my moisture. The bedsheet feels sticky and wet under my back.
“Jesus, Fleur! I felt that from here!”
I feel ripe, as if my skin is stretched to bursting point, as if you have just impregnated me. I whisper softly, “Then imagine how it was for me!”
“I can’t…I don’t think any man can experience such intensity…”
“Daddy, did you…?”
“Oh yes!” You laugh quietly, “I’m afraid I made quite a mess of your sheets.”
“Leave them on the bed like that. I will wrap them around me when I next come home and know you are next to my skin.”
We lie quietly, listening to each other’s breathing. When you break our silence, your voice startles me: “Fleur…it’s Friday tomorrow…Mum will be glad to get rid of me for a while…I could leave work early and drive up…I would be with you by seven-thirty…we could have two nights and almost two whole days together…”
“Yes…!”
“You are sure?”
“You will be hungry when you arrive. What would you like to eat?”
“Just you…”
My fingers slide back between my legs as the urgent heat flashes back into my groin. I let out a small moan and you guess what that means, because you murmur warmly: “Fleur, my darling, don’t wear it out before I get there!”
I find my clit and the wonderful sparks begin again. You will love me once more tonight and then I will wait for you.
“Don’t worry, Daddy…I’ll be ready…!”
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