He said something else, but she was only barely listening, instead focusing on how much she wanted to feel the humble pressure of his cock growing as it swelled against her. She immediately thought back to how it had made a sudden appearance that morning of her birthday party. It had slipped free, all angry and hard, pulsing and taunting her with the glisten of precum on the head. She couldn’t help thinking about how much it seemed to be a copy of Dane’s.
All at once, she realized what she was doing and quelled the impulse to grind her butt backward against him to elicit her much-yearned-for response. Instead, she turned around to hug him. When she looked up into his warm, friendly smile, she felt ridiculous. He was her dad again and had ceased being the hapless target for her rampaging sexual arousal. She sighed happily as he chuckled and squeezed her against him.
She was only barely listening though, instead focusing on how much she wanted to feel the nudging of his bulge between her butt cheeks. She couldn’t though and was surprised by her irritation at not being able to. She quelled the impulse to grind her butt backward against him to elicit a response and instead turned around to hug him. He smelled like “Dad” of course, and she sighed happily as he chuckled and squeezed her against him.
“Are you sure you’re alright?” he asked after a few seconds.
She nodded, then looked up at him sweetly before kissing him on the cheek. “Thanks, Daddy,” she said quietly. Turning back around, she grabbed her breakfast before scurrying back upstairs and locking herself in her room.
“You’ve got to get ahold of yourself,” she said, glancing the smirking image in the mirror as she passed by.
After eating, she climbed back in bed and tried to go back to sleep but was tormented once again by her thoughts. She just couldn’t not think about sex! The images of familiar cocks assaulted her, this time joined by her father’s, though she fought to drive it from her thoughts.
She spun over in bed and slid her hand down between her legs, then started to gently grind against it. She deftly pushed a finger in after a few moments, then another as she worked down onto her fist. It only took a minute or so for the orgasm to arrive and cause her to moan loudly into her pillow.
Turning back over, she took a deep breath and cleared her thoughts. The orgasm had once again been a nice distraction, but she still felt like something was missing. It had helped alleviate the rampaging desires within long enough for her to be able to fall asleep again, but, as before, she was quickly plagued with dreams about sex.
Waking up several hours later feeling only moderately better, she grabbed her phone in irritation and immediately dialed Dane’s number. He didn’t answer, though, and she didn’t bother leaving a message.
“Fucker,” she whispered in irritation.
She wanted… no… needed to get laid, but her options were just so damn limited. She picked up her phone and scanned her texts, then saw the last from Brandon.
“Hey! Are you and Zoey free today?” she sent. “I was hoping I could come by.”
The speed with which he replied surprised her. Only a few seconds after her text, he replied. “That sounds great! Want to come now?”
She giggled in excitement, the thought of finally being able to take care of her needs making her giddy.
“I’ve got to get dressed and looking nice, but yes, I can probably be over in an hour or so.” She immediately put the phone down and got up from the bed to get dressed.
She forced herself to calm down and focus and was able to get ready in half the time. Even on the drive over, she made sure that she followed the speed limit and didn’t risk anything getting in the way in her quest for cock. Maybe even Zoey going down on her would satisfy the rapacious hunger that dwelled within.
At the last stoplight before the turn to the apartment complex, she closed her eyes and took some deep breaths to try and quell the onslaught of dirty thoughts constantly going through her head. After a few seconds, she opened them again, but didn’t think it had made any difference.
She pulled into the parking lot a few minutes later and hopped out. Nervous excitement coursing through her, she locked her car and headed up to the apartment. She knocked on the door gently and smiled when Brandon opened it a few seconds later.
“Hey there,” she said, stepping in as he stepped back and held the door open for her.
“Good to see you,” he replied as she moved past him.
Brandon was wasting no time in fooling around, though, and no sooner than she’d heard the door close did she feel his presence close behind her. His lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck and his hands moved up and around to squeeze both of her breasts. She whimpered at the touch, her pussy almost crying out for attention.
She steeled her resolve and giggled, reaching back to take his hand and pull him around. “Come on,” she said, and led him toward his bedroom. Once there, she peered in with a grin on her face, expecting to see Zoey lying in bed naked or something, but was greeted with an empty bedroom and an unmade bed.
“Zoey?” she asked.
“Oh,” he said, then shrugged. “She should be here soon.”
She smirked as he stepped back up to her and lifted her chin for a kiss. With a whimper, she accepted it, his hands pulling at the bottom of her shirt. She reached down and stopped him with one hand, the other gently pushing at his chest.
“I’m so pent up,” she moaned. “I’ve been wanting to see you and your girlfriend so bad.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked.
His hands moved up to her breasts, and she felt her pulse quicken and her slit quivering in anticipation of finally achieving some relief. Her head spinning as her pussy purred inside her panties, she gripped his waist fiercely and groaned into his mouth. His tongue was warm and wet, plunging haphazardly past her lips and dancing with hers.
He continued to maul her breasts, pinching her nipples through the cloth of her bra and shirt. Her resolve crumbling quickly, she silently urged him to take her clothes off, her hand sliding down into his pants and gripping his cock. He sighed deeply for a moment, but then went back to kissing her feverishly. She began to stroke up and down as best she could, then felt him urging her toward the couch. They stumbled over to it, still kissing and making out until they ran into it. She pulled her hand free and immediately started to undo the button on his jeans to get at what she wanted.
“I like to jerk off thinking about the head you gave me at school,” he said, grinning at her when she briefly glanced up.
“Mmm,” she said, pulling the zipper down and sliding his cock free, her hand gripping the warm flesh tightly and stroking once more.
She sank down to her knees, still stroking, and gestured for him to sit back on the couch behind him.
“You don’t think about fucking me?” she asked, then leaned forward to tease him with a single lick on the head of his cock.
“Guh… fuck…” he groaned, looking at her. “Well… when you’ve had a blowjob as nice as the ones you’ve given me, it’s a little hard to think about anything else.”
He reached down with a confident smile on his face and grabbed the back of her head with one hand. Pulling forward, he pushed the tip of his cock against her lips. She tried to resist out of a desire to be a tease, but it was useless to resist her urges.
“Just a little bit more,” he said, his hand pulling harder. She whimpered, her resistance disappearing as he pushed the head of his cock inside her lips, then deeper as he groaned audibly. He didn’t stop pulling, pushing the head of his cock against the back of her throat and urging it even deeper. The head slipped into her throat with ease as she fought back her gag reflex and still, he pulled.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he moaned, driving lips tight against his crotch and holding her there.
Arousal surged within her, and she became lost in the haze of pleasure. She felt her pussy aching for attention, though, and after a few more seconds of taking his cock as deep as she could, she ripped it free of her throat and gasped for air. After few deep breaths, she took it back in and as deep as it had been before, but then withdrew it again and stood.
Reaching down, she deftly slid her panties off and kicked them away, then moved toward him. Kneeling, she reached down and gripped his shaft with one hand, pulling it into position as she began to lower herself down. She paused just before sliding him inside, fixing him with a raised eyebrow and subtle smirk. Teasingly, she ran the head of his cock against the lips of her pussy, causing herself to quiver briefly from the sensation. Brandon grabbed her hips and pulled gently, urging her to take the final step. She desperately wanted to but couldn’t help her desire to tease him even more. The crown furrowed back and forth against her slit, both of them moaning in response.
She felt how wet she was as she gently guided him into position, his hands once again pulling at her. Thoughts of how much she’d ached for this filled her head, and the agonizing wait she was forcing on both of them was pushing her arousal to frightening levels.
She finally gave up and was just about to force him in when she heard the front door open. Brandon immediately and unceremoniously shoved her back and off of him, sending her stumbling a few steps away and looking at him in confusion. She turned just in time to see Zoey coming inside holding a bag from a nearby fast-food joint and some drinks. She wasn’t looking up, though and didn’t immediately see Sam or Brandon, though his reaction immediately sent alarms going off in her head. He bolted upright and hurriedly began to put himself back in order, even going so far as to clutch a pillow from the couch to his crotch as Sam was forced to step back out of the way.