The weeks after Thanksgiving felt like a blur of anticipation and escalating tension between Riley and me. We were both buried in the end-of-semester grind. I was pushing through business exams at Amherst, my fledgling startup idea constantly distracting me during lectures, and she was juggling cheer practices and sorority obligations at Alabama.
Our texts started as quick check-ins, sharing memes or complaining about the cold up north versus the mild southern winter. By the first week of December, those evolved into nightly FaceTime calls that became the highlight of my day.
At first, they were tame. She’d call around 10 PM, propped up in her sorority house bed, wearing an old shirt and shorts, her dark blonde ponytail loose from the day. We’d talk for hours about everything: her classes wrapping up with group projects that drove her crazy, my swim team ramping up for conference meets with drills that left my muscles screaming. I’d vent about a professor who shredded my paper on market analysis, and she’d laugh, telling me about a sorority sister who got caught sneaking a guy out the back door.
One night, though, things shifted. It was a Wednesday, and she called later than usual, her room dimly lit by a string of fairy lights around her mirror. She was under the covers, looking cozy but mischievous. We chatted about our days, but her voice had a husky edge. Midway through, she let the blanket slip down, revealing she wasn’t wearing a shirt. Her breasts were fully exposed, nipples perked up.
“Do you miss these?” she asked, her green eyes locked on the camera as she cupped one breast, squeezing it gently and rolling the nipple between her fingers.
I swallowed hard, my dick instantly stirring in my boxers.
“More than you know,” I replied, my voice thicker than I intended.
She smiled that sweet, knowing smile, the one that always made my heart race.
“Show me how much,” she said.
I hesitated for a second, but the way she bit her lip pushed me over. I pulled off my shirt, then slid my hand under the waistband of my sweats, stroking myself off-screen at first. She encouraged me, her own hand disappearing under the covers.
“Let me see,” she whispered.
I angled the phone down, showing my dick hardening in my grip. We watched each other like that. She rubbed her clit in slow circles while I pumped my fist steadily. The moans and heavy breathing built until she came with a soft gasp, her body arching slightly. I followed soon after, cum spilling over my hand as she watched intently.
That call set the tone. The next night, she started the FaceTime already topless, lounging against her pillows with her tits on full display.
“Ready for round two?” she teased.
We talked less at first, diving right into the mutual play. She’d pinch her nipples while describing how wet she was, and I’d stroke slower, edging myself to match her pace. By the end of the week, we were both fully nude from the start. She’d prop her phone on a pillow between her spread legs, giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy, lips glistening as she rubbed her clit with two fingers.
“Imagine your tongue right here,” she’d moan, dipping a finger inside and pulling it out slick.
I’d match her, angling my camera to show my dick from base to tip, precum beading at the head as I stroked with a twisted grip. We’d build it up deliberately. She fingered herself deeper, curling to hit her g-spot, while I squeezed my balls and pumped faster. The sounds were intoxicating: her wet squelches, my slick strokes, our synced breaths.
One particularly long call lasted over an hour and a half. She introduced a toy that night, a thick pink vibrator she’d bought online.
“Watch this,” she said, turning it on low and pressing it to her clit.
The buzz filled the room as she circled it, her hips bucking slightly. I stroked in rhythm, describing how I’d fuck her if I were there. She ramped it up, sliding the vibrator inside her pussy while thumbing her clit, her moans turning into whimpers.
“Daddy, I’m close,” she’d say, her green eyes fluttering.
I’d edge hard, backing off when I got too near, wanting to last. She came first, body convulsing as juices coated the toy. Then she’d talk me through mine.
“Stroke faster, imagine my mouth,” she said.
I’d cum hard, ropes hitting my chest while she watched hungrily.
A few nights later, she escalated things even more. She greeted me on the call already naked and on her stomach, ass raised toward the camera. She held up a new realistic dildo, thick and veined, almost looking like my exact size and shape.
“I got this for us,” she purred. “It’s you, Daddy. Every inch.”
She showed me how perfectly it replicated me, then lubed it generously. Turning onto all fours with the phone positioned for a clear view, she pressed the thick head against her tight asshole. She took a deep breath, relaxing her body, and slowly worked it inside. She gasped as the head popped past her ring, then sank it deeper, inch by inch, until the full length was buried.
“Fuck, it’s stretching me just like you would,” she moaned, rocking back onto it. She began fucking herself with long, steady strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back down, her cheeks rippling with each thrust. Her free hand rubbed her clit in furious circles while she drove the dildo in and out of her ass.
“Imagine this is really your cock, Daddy. Filling my ass, owning every part of me.”
Her moans grew louder and more desperate. She slammed back harder, the wet sounds of lube and skin echoing through the call. When she came, her whole body shook violently, her ass clenching visibly around the toy as she cried out my name. I followed immediately, ropes spilling over my fist while she kept the dildo buried deep, describing how she could feel every pulse if it were really me.
A few nights after that, a discreet package arrived at my dorm with no return address, just a note in her handwriting: “Something to keep you company until I can be there myself.” Inside was a high-end sex doll torso, only the lower half, molded directly from her own body. The detail was incredible: the exact shape of her hips, the soft curve of her ass, and between her legs, a perfect replica of her pussy, pink, tight, and textured.
That night on FaceTime, she watched eagerly as I used it. I lubed the entrance, slid inside slowly, and groaned at how lifelike it felt, the grip, the way the walls hugged me just like hers.
“That’s me, Daddy,” she whispered, fingering herself on camera in perfect sync. “Fuck your Riley whenever you need to. Fill me up.”
I thrust deeper, hips snapping against the soft silicone ass, imagining it was really her bent over in front of me. She came twice watching me pound the toy, her fingers buried in her real pussy while I finally unloaded deep inside the replica, cum leaking out just like it would from her.
“God, that was hot,” she breathed afterward. “Now you have me every night.”
By mid-December, it was routine but always intense. One night, she edged me for 45 minutes straight, starting slow, building, then stopping when I warned her I was close. She’d cum multiple times in between, the vibrator in her pussy while she lightly fingered her ass, moaning about how full it felt.
“Your dick would be better,” she’d say.
Finally she’d count me down.
“Ten… nine…” she said.
I’d explode as she hit one, her watching with a satisfied grin.
These FaceTimes weren’t just sex; they were our way of bridging the distance, making the wait bearable.
Then, during one call right after she came down from her third orgasm, with her body glistening with sweat and her breasts heaving, she dropped the invitation.
“Hey, our sorority winter formal is this weekend,” she said, still catching her breath. “It’s a big deal, black-tie gala at the country club, dancing, dinner, the works. No booze for us since we’re under 21, but it’ll be fun. Come down? Be my date. Fly in Friday, out Sunday.”
I didn’t hesitate.
“Booked,” I said.
My startup could wait; this was a priority. I packed a suit and some toiletries and flew out Friday afternoon from Boston, landing in Birmingham around 6 PM.
The airport was buzzing with holiday travelers, but I spotted her immediately at baggage claim. She wore a simple red sweater dress that clung to her curves, her dark blonde hair loose over her shoulders. When our eyes met, she broke into that sweet smile, green eyes lighting up. She hurried over, dropping her keys in excitement, and wrapped her arms around my neck for a long, deep kiss. Our lips met softly at first, then our tongues intertwined. My hands settled on her waist, pulling her close as the kiss stretched, oblivious to the crowds.
“I’ve been waiting for this,” she murmured when we broke for air, her forehead against mine.
We grabbed my duffel and headed to her car in the parking garage. Once inside her Jeep, doors shut, she started the engine but didn’t pull out right away. Instead, she leaned over, kissed me again, her hand sliding to my thigh.
“Missed you too much,” she said, fingers tracing up to my zipper.
She undid it slowly, pulling out my dick, which hardened instantly in her soft grip.
“Just a tease for the drive,” she whispered, starting a steady stroke, firm grip from base to tip, thumb swirling the head to spread precum.
She lightly sucked the tip before pulling back and starting the trip to campus.
The 45-minute highway ride to Tuscaloosa was one of extreme agony for me, her hand never stopping its deliberate work. As we merged onto the interstate, she kept her eyes mostly on the road, but her right hand stayed locked on me. She’d vary the rhythm unpredictably: long, slow pulls that dragged from root to crown, making me throb with each pass, then shorter twists focused on the sensitive head, her thumb pressing into the slit to milk out more precum. The slickness built quickly, her palm gliding smoother with every stroke.
“Tell me about your week,” she’d say casually, like she wasn’t edging me to insanity.
I’d try to respond, stammering about a swim meet or a business lecture, but my words would cut off in groans when she’d squeeze my balls gently, rolling them in her fingers and then pumping the shaft.
Traffic was light, but every bump in the road jolted through me, her grip tightening just enough to keep me on the brink without pushing over. Her hand never faltered, now alternating between firm strokes and light feather touches along the underside vein. Precum leaked steadily, coating her knuckles, and she’d occasionally lift her hand to her mouth, licking it clean with a hum of approval.
“Tastes like you,” she’d murmur, diving back in.
I gripped the door handle, hips bucking involuntarily, but she controlled the pace masterfully, never fast enough to build to cumming, just endless teasing that left me aching and desperate. We talked through it all, her sharing sorority gossip, me gritting out responses about Amherst life, her hand a constant, maddening presence. By the time we exited the highway and pulled into the sorority house driveway, my dick was swollen, veins pulsing, but I hadn’t come close to cumming. It was pure, prolonged torment, tucked away throbbing as we got out.
The house was a grand Southern colonial on Greek row with white columns, a wraparound porch, and lights twinkling from every window. Riley led me upstairs to her room, a single room as she was vice president. Queen bed, desk piled with books, posters of Bama football. Door closed, she turned to me with a wicked grin.
“Time to finish what I started.”
She stripped efficiently, sweater dress over her head, revealing no bra, her tits bouncing free, nipples already hard. She kicked off her leggings, no panties. Naked, she pushed me onto the bed, yanking off my shirt and pants. My dick sprang up, still slick from the car.
We kissed hungrily, her straddling me, grinding her wet pussy along my length. I sucked her left nipple, biting gently while pinching the right. She moaned, reaching down to stroke me in tandem. Then she slid lower, taking me in her mouth, lips tight around the head, tongue flicking the slit. Bobbed deep, throat relaxing to take more, gagging slightly but pushing through. Spit dripped down my shaft as she sucked sloppy, hand twisting the base.
I pulled her up after a minute, flipping her onto her back. I spread her legs wide, diving in with my tongue, flat licks from the entrance to clit, circling with my tongue before sucking it between my lips. She was soaked, with a musky, sweet taste. Two fingers curling inside to rub her g-spot while my tongue flicked rapidly.
“Daddy, yes,” she panted, hands in my hair, pushing me deeper.
She came hard after a few minutes, thighs clamping my head, body shuddering as juices flooded my mouth. I licked through it, extending the waves until she twitched. Then she pulled me up and pushed me on my back, climbing on top. She sank down in cowgirl, gasping as I filled her inch by inch. She rode steadily at first, hips rolling in circles, clit grinding against my base. I thrust up to meet her, hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks. Her tits bounced hypnotically. I sat up to suck one, biting the nipple. She picked up speed, slamming down harder, skin slapping. She started cumming again, walls pulsing around me as she screamed in ecstasy.
I flipped her to missionary, legs over my shoulders for a deep angle. I started thrusting slowly and deliberately, bottoming out each time, feeling her cervix brush the head. She gasped with every plunge, nails digging into my back. I went faster, pounding relentlessly, balls slapping her ass. Her pussy gripped like a vice, wet sounds echoing.
“Harder, Daddy,” she begged.
I obliged, hammering in over and over again. She rubbed her clit furiously, cumming a third time, body convulsing, screams escaping loud. I pulled out, kneeling over her. She stroked me with both hands, sucking on it repeatedly as she did so. She continued to milk me until I erupted, ropes of cum painting her face in thick streaks, dripping down onto her tits.
We lay there panting, laughing softly at the mess. I grabbed a towel from her bathroom and wiped her clean. But before we could dress, or even catch our breath fully, the door burst open, no knock, just three sorority sisters tumbling in, giggling hysterically.
“We heard the whole thing!” the blonde one exclaimed, her curls bouncing as she pointed at us, eyes wide with mock shock.
They were all in lounge clothes. I recognized them from when Riley briefly introduced them when we arrived. The blonde was Sarah, curvy with blue eyes and a tank top that showed off her cleavage. Megan was a brunette with an athletic build in shorts and a crop top. Katie had ginger hair, freckled and tall, wearing an oversized tee. They’d been eavesdropping right outside the door the entire time, huddled together whispering and stifling laughs as the sounds of our debauchery came through.
Riley sat up quickly, face turning beet red but still cracking a smile.
“What the hell, guys? Get out!” she protested, but her tone was half-hearted, more embarrassed than mad.
The girls ignored her completely, crowding into the room and closing the door behind them.
“Oh come on, that was hot as fuck,” Megan teased, fanning herself dramatically.
“We could hear every slap and moan, it sounded like a porno in here!” Katie added, her freckles standing out as she blushed a little herself.
“And he’s cute too. Riley, you didn’t say he was packing like that.”
My dick was still exposed, still rock hard and glistening with a mix of spit and cum, lying against my thigh. I grabbed for the sheet, but Sarah beat me to it, waving it away.
“No need to hide now, we already know what you can do.”
They kept teasing, circling the bed like sharks.
“Seriously, the way she was calling you Daddy? Kinky,” Sarah said, winking.
Riley groaned, burying her face in her hands.
“You creeps were listening the whole time?”
The girls nodded enthusiastically.
“From the blowjob sounds onward,” Megan confessed, mimicking a gagging noise that made everyone laugh.
Then, as if on a dare, they escalated.
“Can we join next time?” Sarah asked jokingly, but with a seductive edge, stepping closer to the bed.
Before Riley or I could react, the three of them leaned in close, drawn by the sight of my throbbing cock still slick and pulsing in the air. Their faces hovered inches away, eyes wide with curiosity and mischief, lips parted, breaths warm against my skin.
Sarah reached out first, her hand warm and soft, stroking slowly from base to tip, twisting at the head with a practiced flick.
“Mmm, still warm, feels even better up close,” she purred, her blue eyes locked on mine.
Megan shoved in beside her, leaning even closer.
“My turn!”
She leaned down, sucking the tip briefly but thoroughly, her tongue swirling around the head, popping off with a wet smack and a string of saliva trailing.
“Tastes salty, Riley, you wore him out.”
Katie pushed in on the other side, her freckled face now right there, long fingers wrapping around the shaft, giving a firm handjob, pumping her hand up and down, seductive licks along the underside vein that made me twitch hard.
“Ooh, responsive,” she murmured, stroking faster now, her cheeks flushing.
The sight of all three of them so close, faces practically pressed together around my cock, sent me over the edge without warning. After the edging in the car and the intense sex, I was already sensitive. Their hands and mouths, the heat of their breath, the way they crowded in so eagerly, it was too much.
I groaned deeply, hips jerking as my dick pulsed hard in Katie’s grip. Thick ropes shot out without warning. The first heavy spurt caught Sarah square across her cheek and lips, painting a glossy white streak from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. The second arced high, landing in a thick line across Megan’s forehead and the bridge of her nose, a few drops clinging to her eyelashes. The third and fourth ropes splashed over Katie’s chin and open mouth, one landing right on her tongue as she gasped in surprise, another dripping slowly down her neck toward her cleavage.
They froze for half a second, eyes wide, faces now streaked and glistening with my cum. Then Sarah laughed first, low and surprised, licking the edge of her lip instinctively, tasting it.
“Holy shit,” she murmured, eyes flicking to the others. “He really just painted us.”
Megan blinked through the mess on her lashes, a slow grin spreading. “Fuck… that’s a lot.”
Katie wiped a thick rope from her chin with her thumb, then, without hesitation, leaned toward Megan. Their faces came together, lips brushing as Megan opened her mouth slightly. Katie fed her the cum from her finger, then closed the distance fully. Their tongues met in a slow, messy kiss, sharing the taste, swapping it back and forth while more dripped between them.
Sarah watched for a second, then joined in. She leaned over Katie’s shoulder, capturing a drop hanging from Megan’s nose with her tongue before pressing her cum-smeared lips to Katie’s cheek, licking a clean path through the mess. The three of them moved together, soft teasing kisses turning deeper, tongues sliding over cheeks, chins, lips, cleaning each other with deliberate licks and soft moans, passing my cum between mouths like it was something precious.
Riley watched the whole thing unfold, eyes wide in shock, biting her lip hard. She rejected them verbally with a louder “No way, he’s mine! Get the fuck out now!” but her voice cracked slightly, and her expression betrayed her, pupils blown, cheeks flushed, a flicker of raw curiosity and unmistakable arousal as she stared at the glistening mess on their faces and the way they savored it.
The girls finally pulled apart, lips swollen, faces mostly cleaned but still shiny in places. They burst into breathless giggles, wiping stray drops with the backs of their hands.
“Just kidding… mostly,” Katie said, voice husky, as they filed out, closing the door behind them, leaving us in stunned silence.
Riley turned to me, bursting into laughter herself, though her eyes were still dark with heat.
“What the hell just happened?”
We cleaned up the new mess, an unexpected but wild thrill added to the night.
We showered together in her en suite bathroom, hot water cascading as I soaped her back, hands sliding over her ass. She washed my dick gently, stroking it back to life but not pushing further. We dried off and dressed for the formal. She slipped into an emerald green gown that hugged her figure perfectly, low back exposing smooth skin, fabric clinging to her breasts and perky ass. Hair down in waves, makeup subtle but enhancing her green eyes. I wore my black suit, tie straight. We looked sharp.
The sorority winter formal was at an upscale country club outside town, ballroom with crystal chandeliers, round tables draped in white linen, and floral centerpieces of poinsettias and evergreens. Holiday lights strung along the walls, a live band playing jazz. About 100 people, sisters and dates, all dressed up. We arrived fashionably late, Riley introducing me to more sisters at our table. There was Emma, a bubbly junior with short hair. Taylor, a cheerleader like Riley. There was no alcohol for under-21s like us, but servers brought virgin cocktails, sparkling cider, and mock mojitos.
The dinner was fantastic: salad with vinaigrette, filet mignon medium rare, garlic mashed potatoes, and grilled asparagus. Dessert was chocolate lava cake, rich and gooey. Speeches followed, the president toasting the year, awards for philanthropy and GPA. Then dancing. Riley pulled me to the floor for slow songs, her body pressed close, head on my shoulder. We swayed to ballads, her perfume enveloping me. During fast tracks, we laughed trying to keep up, her gown swirling. I met more sisters on the floor, group dances, conga lines. One sister, a freshman named Lily, pulled me aside to say Riley talked about me nonstop. The night flew, ending with a group photo under a massive Christmas tree.
We ended up back at the house by midnight, most sisters still out or sleeping. In her room, door locked, the energy shifted. We stripped slowly, me unzipping her gown, kissing down her spine as it fell. She undid my tie, shirt buttons, and pants. Naked, we kissed standing, hands exploring each other. I lay her on the bed, kissing her from her neck to her breasts, sucking her nipples hard. Then down her stomach to her pussy, tongue delving in, lapping her folds. Fingers pumping, thumb on clit. She came hard, her hips bucking wildly.
We switched to 69 as I licked from her clit to her ass, probing her hole with my tongue. She sucked deep, throat fucking herself on my shaft. Gagging repeatedly, but kept going, hand stroking what she couldn’t take. I fingered her while licking her clit as she came again, grinding down on my face.
We fucked missionary, deep thrusts, her legs wrapped around my waist. Switched to doggy, ass high, pounding, thumb circling her asshole.
She looked back over her shoulder, green eyes dark with need, breath ragged. “Daddy… please,” she whispered, voice trembling with want. “I can’t stop thinking about your cock in my ass. I’ve been aching for it. I need you to take it, to stretch me wide, to fill me so deep I feel you everywhere. Please, fuck my ass. I want it so bad it hurts.”
Her hips rocked back toward me, desperate, slick with arousal. She reached back with one hand, spreading herself wider, the invitation clear and raw.
I nodded, pulse racing. I’d never gone there, but the raw hunger in her voice had me throbbing harder than ever. She reached into her nightstand drawer, pulling out a bottle of lube and tossing it to me with shaking fingers.
“Use as much as you need,” she breathed. “Just don’t make me wait anymore.”
I flipped the cap open, squeezing a generous amount onto my dick, stroking it slick from base to tip until it glistened under the low lamp light. The cool gel made me shiver, but the anticipation kept me rock hard. She stayed in doggy for a moment, then shifted to her back for better control, legs pulled up high, knees to her chest, exposing everything. Her ass cheeks spread naturally, her pink puckered hole winking slightly as she relaxed. She drizzled more lube over her asshole, rubbing it in with two fingers, dipping one inside to prep herself.
“See? Nice and ready,” she moaned, her voice thick with impatience. “Please, Daddy… give it to me.”
I positioned myself between her legs, guiding the head of my dick to her entrance, pressing gently against the tight ring of muscle.
“Breathe with me,” she said, her hand on my thigh, fingers digging in.
I pushed forward slowly, the tip meeting resistance at first, then popping past the outer ring with a soft give. She gasped sharply, her body tensing, then relaxing into it.
“Easy, Daddy, just the head for now,” she panted, but her hips were already trying to pull me deeper.
It was insanely tight, hotter than her pussy, the velvet grip squeezing me like nothing else. I held still, letting her adjust, my hands on her thighs for support. Her face was a mix of pleasure and strain, biting her lip as she nodded.
“More… god, please, inch it in. I need all of you.”
I eased forward gradually, watching inch after inch disappear into her ass, feeling every ridge and clench as her walls stretched around me. She moaned low, one hand drifting to her clit, rubbing slow circles to ease the fullness. Halfway in, I paused again, thrusting shallowly to build comfort.
“Fuck, you’re so big in there,” she whispered, her green eyes locked on mine, pupils blown wide. “Don’t stop. I want to feel every inch.”
Sweat beaded on her forehead. Her tits heaved with each breath. I leaned down, kissing her deep, tongues tangling as I pushed home, fully buried, balls pressed against her cheeks.
We stayed like that a moment, connected completely, her ass clenching around my length.
“Move now,” she urged, hips rocking slightly. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
I pulled back slowly, almost out, feeling the drag, then thrust in deliberately, deeper each time. The lube made it slick, wet sounds joining our breaths. She rubbed her clit faster, moaning louder.
“Split me open, Daddy.”
I built rhythm, steady strokes, out to the head, then slamming back in, the tightness milking me with every plunge. Her body rocked with the force, tits jiggling, perky ass cheeks rippling slightly.
I started to pick up speed, pounding harder, balls slapping her skin, the bed creaking under us. She fingered her pussy now, two fingers dipping in while thumbing her clit, the dual sensation making her wild.
“Feels so good, Daddy, stretch my ass,” she screamed.
I grabbed her ankles, pushing her legs higher for a deeper angle, thrusting relentlessly. Sweat dripped from my chest onto hers. Her walls pulsed, gripping tighter as she neared.
“I’m gonna cum,” she gasped, body tensing.
She exploded, ass clenching around my dick, pussy squirting slightly on her fingers, back arching off the bed with a raw cry.
The squeeze pushed me close. I hammered frantically, chasing my own edge.
“Cum in my ass, fill me up, breed me, Daddy,” she begged, eyes pleading.
I buried deep inside her one last time, erupting, hot pulses shooting inside her, rope after thick rope coating her walls. The sensation was intense, her ass milking every drop as I groaned loud. I stayed buried until I was spent, then pulled out slowly, cum leaking from her slightly gaped hole, dripping down her crack. She reached back, scooping some on her fingers, tasting it with a wicked grin.
“You taste so good, Daddy,” she purred.
As she continued to spoon my cum from her ass into her mouth.
We cuddled silently after, her head on my chest. We dozed off tangled like that, the exhaustion from the night pulling us under. I woke up early the next morning, sun filtering through her blinds. I opened my eyes to feel a warm sensation on my groin. I groaned as I looked down and saw Riley bobbing her head up and down on my cock, taking advantage of my morning wood.
“Good morning, Daddy,” she said. “I wanted to make sure that you started your day off right today. Hope this helps.”
She dove right back onto my cock and continued to blow me.
After a while, she pulled off me and climbed on top, kissing me slow, tongues lazy at first but heating up. Her tits pressed against my chest, nipples hard points. I grabbed her perky ass, squeezing the cheeks, fingers dipping between to tease her hole, still slick from last night. She ground against my dick, pussy lips sliding along the length, getting us both wet.
“One more round,” she murmured, reaching down to guide me in.
She sank down inch by inch, gasping as her tight heat enveloped me again. She rode me slowly, hips circling, clit rubbing my base. I thrust up gently, hands roaming her back, pulling her down for deeper kisses.
She built up her pace, bouncing on my cock now, tits jiggling in my face. I leaned in and sucked a nipple hard, biting just enough to make her moan. She leaned back, hands on my thighs, riding reverse for a view of her ass cheeks clapping. I slapped one light, watching it ripple.
“Fuck me harder,” she panted.
I flipped her under me, missionary deep, legs wide, thrusting steady, bottoming out each time. She rubbed her clit, cumming quick, walls fluttering, squeezing me tight. I kept railing her through it, skin slapping wet.
I pulled out, flipped her to stomach, prone bone, dick sliding back in from behind. Thrust slow and deep, feeling every inch. She pushed ass up, meeting me. I thumbed her asshole again, dipping in knuckle deep. She whimpered her approval. I went faster now, hammering down, her moans muffled in the pillow.
“Breed me, Daddy,” she begged.
I granted her wish, buried deep, I fired rope after rope, filling her pussy, groaning as she milked me dry.
I collapsed beside her, both our breaths heavy. We took a quick shower together, washing each other, her stroking me softly under the water. We got dressed and grabbed coffee from the kitchen, her sisters smirking at us as we passed them by. She drove me to the airport, hand on my thigh the whole way, fingers occasionally brushing higher to tease. As we neared the terminal, she pulled into a quiet side lot, engine idling.
“One last goodbye,” she said, unbuckling and leaning over the console.
She unzipped my pants quickly, pulling out my dick, already semi-hard from her touches. She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking slow at first, tongue swirling the tip. Then she went deeper, bobbing down, taking more each time, throat opening up. Gagged slightly but pushed through, nose pressing my groin as she deepthroated me fully. Sloppy, spit foaming at the corners of her mouth, dripping down my shaft and balls. She hummed around my shaft, hand stroking the base while her head pistoned continuously up and down. She pulled back gasping, strings of saliva connecting, then dove again, faster, wet gurgles filling the car.
I groaned, hand in her hair, guiding but not forcing. She sucked harder, cheeks hollowing, tongue flat along the underside. She built me up quickly, after the morning I was sensitive.
“Close,” I warned.
She doubled down, relentless, gagging messily but holding. I erupted down her throat, pulses shooting as she swallowed most, some spilling out her lips. She pulled off coughing before leaning back down and licking me clean with a grin.
“Safe travels, Daddy.”
We kissed deeply at drop off, not wanting to leave each other’s company. I flew back to Amherst hooked deeper, counting the days to Christmas.