forth he lashed his tongue,
forcing sounds I’d never heard before out of my lips. Heat surged
in my pussy as he pushed hard again, with so much force that my
whole body shifted upward.
I felt warmth escape my breast. My daddy
licked it away, moaned, and desperately rubbed his palm against
me.
“Your milk tastes as good as that pussy, Liz.
You’re all incredible,” he whispered before putting his lips back
in place and sucking harder.
A burst of sound came out of me at the same
time as my muscles tensed up. I felt a warm, wet feeling between my
legs, and the way my daddy moaned, I knew I had squirted a little.
He just kept working me, not letting me pause or catch my
breath.
Tension built up in my entire lower body,
spreading from my stuffed pussy up to where he pleasured my
breasts. I held my breath as long as I could, forcing the orgasm to
stay inside me, to tense all those muscles and tendons for what
seemed like an eternity.
Then, relief.
A second gush filled my daddy’s hand, and the
flush from my belly spread up my chest. Another squeeze of milk
rolled down Peter’s tongue and my body began to shake, weakened
from release.
“Oh that’s it, cum for me. Cum as hard as you
can, baby girl. That’s it, that’s it. Cum for daddy.”
He rotated his fingers inside me and I quaked
again as release washed over and through me.
Slowly, my breathing returned to something
approaching normal, but just as my heart rate and pulse moved in
the same direction, Peter ran a hand through my hair and slid me
toward the edge of the machine.
His cock felt like heated iron against my
cunt. As soon as he touched me with the tip of his manhood, I
shuddered. As soon as he slid it inside, I was lost to everything
all over again.
Slick with pussy juice and hard as a rock,
his cock’s head slipped soundlessly past my entrance. The muscles
in my pussy had not completely stopped convulsing from the last
orgasm he teased out of me, and welcomed my daddy back. I clenched,
trying to squeeze him, to massage his dick as he fucked me.
Harder, harder, Liz. Squeeze him as hard as
you can.
The first time I constricted around him,
Peter made a soft moaning sound and smiled. The second time, he
shivered with pleasure and drove forward until half of him was
buried inside my snatch.
“Nothing in the world feels better than
having you inside me, daddy,” I said with wide-open eyes and a lip
between my teeth. Even though I’d just squirted, his cock still had
to stretch inside me. “It feels so good to stretch around you,
especially when I squeeze.”
He put a hand underneath my ass. A finger on
each side massaged the place where my legs join my hips. For some
reason, just his pressing there almost brought me to the brink of
another explosion. I started breathing hard, and the sex-flush
crept back up my belly. Peter grinned, knowing exactly what he was
doing to me.
No more pressing, not for a moment anyway. He
dragged his cock out of my body, leaving a void, and then stuffed
it back in halfway. The whole time, he stared straight into my
eyes.
I dropped a hand between my legs and balled
my fist around his shaft, just like I did before. This time though,
I pumped him from the base to where my pussy gripped him. Slowly at
first, then harder and faster, adding a twist every now and then
that made his eyes close halfway and glaze over.
Between the little shoves he made into me,
the hard jerks with my fist and my writhing pussy muscles, I was
sure my daddy would not be able to last very long. I made up my
mind right then and there that I was not going to stop until he
lost control and filled me. The thought occurred that I had just
started ovulating again after having Davis. The idea that my daddy
might put another baby inside me was a little scary, but also a
little exciting.
Probably wouldn’t happen anyway, not yet at
least. Still though...
Almost like he sensed my drifting thoughts,
my daddy ran a sex-slicked finger up my body and