Jaded Temptations / Hot Shorts
Spring Break Seduction
An erotic short story…
Jinger was supposed to spend Spring Break catching up on her neglected studies. Instead, her visit home brings her naughtiest fantasies to life—in the arms of Billy Hunt, her best friend’s father and the hottie next door.
Genre: Contemporary Erotica
Length: Around 6,250 words
Copyright © 2014 by J. Rose Allister- Kindle Edition
First eBook Publication: September 2011 (formerly titled Daddy Hottest)
Second Publication May 2014
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SPRING BREAK SEDUCTION
J. ROSE ALLISTER
Jaded Temptations/Hot Shorts
The day my best friend and I accidentally saw her stepfather fucking her mom was the day everything changed for us both. Natalie couldn’t bring herself to look at Billy for a long time after that. I couldn’t make myself look at anything else. There hasn’t been a single time I’ve thought of that day without cunt juice ruining my panties. Not because I have some yen to see someone’s mother get pounded. I’m the unrealistic type who doesn’t like thinking about women that age still spreading their legs. Nat’s was the perfect mom-next-door who baked us brownies after school and drove us home from Girl Scouts on Thursday. But watching Billy Hunt in the act, ramming his new wife for all he was worth on the newly mown grass in the backyard, well, holy shit. Billy ruined me for other men before I’d even had one.
I was fifteen then, and I already thought Mr. Hunt was hot. I’d seen him with and without a shirt, and I’d seen him in a tux at the wedding. It was something I tried my damndest not to think about. But after I heard his animal growl while that perfect, tight ass flexed with every cock thrust, I was helpless to stop myself from fantasizing. I wanted to be the girl on the lawn, gripping the round perfection of his ass and maybe slipping a finger in his anus while he bludgeoned my cunt with his cock. I hadn’t actually seen what his rod looked like, but the version my mind conjured up was a monster that worked miracles on my teenage sex life. By the time I left for college, he’d been unwittingly responsible for so many sweaty, self-induced orgasms that I seriously entertained sending him a fruit basket with a note reading, “Thanks for getting me through puberty.”
Freshman year in college was quite the rush of heady independence, and I went into a kind of sexual psychosis. I tried bondage, three-on-one, girl-on-girl, and even teacher-student role play involving an actual teacher. But my Billy fantasies stayed on top as the go-to any time I needed quick, hot satisfaction. Mental pictures of Billy even pinch-hit during encounters with particularly uninspiring partners.
That all being said, Billy Hunt was the farthest thing from my mind when I packed a bag to come home for a week that April. Treating the entire semester as Spring Break had trashed both my financial status and my GPA, so by the time the actual holiday rolled around, I was screwed. While all my friends were partying topless on a beach, I had to drive home to put in the first real study time I’d managed all term. I was determined to turn over a new leaf and become the little dean-lister my mother always dreamed of. That was the plan, anyway.
My good-girl makeover plan hit its first snag the second I pulled up in the old neighborhood. A giant red-and-blue tent covered my entire house, and there was no sign of Mom’s SUV in the driveway. I shoved the gear shift into park and stared at the place.
“What the fuck is this?” I asked myself.
Since I didn’t have an answer, I grabbed my cell phone and dialed. “Mom? Why does our house look like the circus is in town?”
As I sat and listened to a moderately drunk, disjointed reply about termites and her having forgotten I was coming home, movement outside the house next door caught my eye. There he was, in the flesh and mowing the lawn. April had turned unseasonably hot, and so had Billy Hunt. As many times as I fantasized about the guy, I hadn’t truly remembered every nuance of the utter fucking sexuality that dripped off him like the sweat rivulets rolling down his bare, chiseled torso. The ass of my dreams twitched in tight denims as he pushed the mower away from me, and the T-shirt he’d shucked off hung from his back pocket. His chestnut hair was longer than I remembered, and he tossed it out of his eyes with a boyish motion that dried every bit of saliva from my throat. Studying, yeah. That’s what I’d come back here for. Surveying every inch of a man’s fuckable body didn’t count.
To my simultaneous delight and terror, he shut down the mower as soon as he saw me. The wide smile that always weakened my knees appeared on his face, and before I even realized it, I’d opened the car door. “I gotta go,” I told my still-babbling mother. “I’ll call you back.”
Billy shouted across the lawn just as my head popped over the hood of my car. “Jinger Snap!” he shouted across the lawn, using Natalie’s nickname for me. “Long time no see.”
Another pair of panties moistened in the wake of his mighty erotic power. “Hey, Mr. Hunt.”
He shook bangs out of his face as he approached. “I thought we agreed to you calling me Billy a long time ago. Or when you wanted to tease me, Daddy Bill.”
I felt my cheeks heat up, and not just the ones on my face. “Like you said, it’s been a while.” I busied myself by yanking my duffle from the passenger’s seat and pretending to dig through it to keep myself from staring at him.
“Are you stopping by to visit your mom?”
“I’m home for spring break, actually. But she forgot to let me know about the termite thing.”
He nodded while we both glanced at the ugly as fuck tent. “How long’s the house closed up for?”
“Uh, I’m not sure. A couple days, I think.” Truth be known, I wasn’t paying attention to that part of my mother’s blather. I’d been too busy gawking at the man who held the first eight slots of my fuck-me top ten. “Mom’s staying with some guy she just met.”
“Oh.” His face sobered at that. After marrying into the family next door, he had become privy to my mother’s more colorful habits. “So what will you do?”
I shrugged and tried to put on a cheerful face. “I suppose I could drive back to the campus, maybe try to come back later in the week.” Not that I had enough gas money for another 3-hour trip.
“Screw that. Why not stay in Nat’s room? She won’t be here for break. She’s saving the airfare for the end of term.”
That part didn’t surprise me, since her school was across country and cost double what my education did. The invitation, on the other hand, dropped my mouth open.
I forced it shut. “I can’t,” I said. “I wouldn’t want to put you out.”
“You practically lived there through high school.”
That brought back some memories. “True, but Nat was there then.”
He smiled. “Too weird?”
Among other things, but him saying it loud made me feel guilty. “Of course not.”
“Great, then it’s settled. Here, let me help you with that.”
I caught his male scent as he snatched the duffle. I found myself wishing he was helping me with something altogether different, like locating the top of my womb with his cockhead.
I trailed him into the house, noticing some of the pictures were gone and the furniture had been shifted. It still smelled the way I remembered, though. I inhaled the familiar smell of my former home away from home, hoping it would blast Billy pheromones out of my nostrils.
No such luck. “Where’s Mrs. Hunt?” I heard myself ask in a tone I hoped sounded innocent.
He turned down the hallway toward the bedrooms. “Didn’t Nat tell you?”
I frowned at that. “To be honest, we don’t text too often these days. We’ve sort of fallen out of touch.”
“I guess that’ll happen when you’re thousands of miles away and cramming in twenty-four units of study.”
Or in my case, cramming oneself full of alcohol and cock. “So what should she have told me?”
He sighed. “Nat’s mom moved out.”
I stopped dead in the hall. “Her mom’s not here either?”
Billy paused in front of Nat’s doorway. “She met a guy and moved out to his beach house a few months ago.” He turned, the shadows of the hallway hooding his expression. “Your mom introduced them.”
Something in my stomach dropped. “Oh. I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault.”
“I’m still sorry.” I looked around, feeling like a complete dope for showing up and reminding him about my family’s existence. He probably hated me for sharing genetic material with the woman who led his wife astray. My mother was a legendary bad influence.
Speaking of which, a text beeped in on my phone right on cue. My eyes widened as I read it. “Mom says she called the termite company. The house won’t be ready for three more days.” Three days of being alone with Billy. Three nights of trying not to imagine him sleeping naked and all alone under his sheets. Fuck me.
“I shouldn’t be here, then,” I said. “Under the circumstances, I’d definitely be imposing even if it was just for one night.”
He shot me a sexy-pouty look. “You’re not imposing. I don’t blame you for what happened. And there’s plenty of room.”
“I guess.”
He opened the door to Nat’s room. “I’m sorry you didn’t know, Jinger. Nat said she was going to text you about it. But the truth is, she was pretty upset with her mother.”
“Honestly, I think she did leave me a message last month. I just haven’t had time to keep up with my cell phone.”
We wandered into the bedroom, and he dropped the duffel on the bed. “A teenage girl with no time for her cell phone? What’s the world coming to?” The teasing glimmer in his green eyes was so damned seductive. The man had no idea what he did to me. What the hell had Mrs. Hunt been thinking, running out on my hottest fantasy?
I set the laptop case beside my desk and turned to face him. “Yeah, well, in case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not exactly a teenager anymore. I’m a full-on, busy as hell college girl.”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice a little thicker than usual as he eyed me up and down. “I suppose you are.”
I folded my arms to hide what his brief survey had done to my nipples, wishing I had worn something other than my laundry-day rocker T-shirt and ragged shorts that I’d cut off short enough for the bottom half of the front pockets to hang out.
Tension thickened the air, and Billy cleared his throat. “Well, I should let you settle in.” Another glance, briefer this time. “It’s good to see you again.”
As soon as I heard him get as far as the kitchen, I rushed for the bed. Holy mother of all things erotic, my stomach was quivering from that searing look he’d given. I had to do something about my stiff nipples and wet panties, in that order. Dropping to my knees, I fished beneath Nat’s bed hoping she’d left the special lime green box I had stowed there. A few minutes in the bathroom with the shower running to hide the sound of “Big Daddy,” the conveniently-named vibrating dildo, ought to hold me for a while.
I peered beneath the mattress with a scowl, bending down farther to shove my arm under the bed in search of what I wanted. The box was gone. Maybe Natalie had taken it with her, or maybe she’d dumped it to hide the evidence of our depraved, teenage curiosity.
“Shit,” I muttered.
“Lemonade?”
I almost snapped my arm off when Billy’s voice jerked me upright. He must have gotten a real eyeful of the ass cheeks hanging out of my shorts while my backside had been stuck up in the air.
“Oh, hey,” I said, jumping up. There was no discreet way to pull shorts out of my wet crack, but I had no choice. It was either that or camel toe.
An unreadable expression shadowed his face while he held out one of two icy glasses in his hands. “Thought you might be thirsty.”
“Thanks.” I moved closer and took the drink, sipping down the sour-sweet pink liquid.
He was still watching me. “Were you looking for something?”
I coughed. “No. Kind of. I thought I left something here, but it’s not where I remembered.”
“Can I help? Maybe I’ve seen it.”
I prayed to God he hadn’t while I swigged more lemonade. “That’s okay. No big deal.” It would just be my own nimble fingers seeing me through this trip.
He raked his fingers through his hair. “I’m headed out for dinner after I get cleaned up. Thought I’d ask if you want to come along, since I don’t have much in the house.” There was an awkward ramble to his tenor that wasn’t normal for him. “You know, unless you already have plans.”
“I just got here. Haven’t had time to make plans.”
Broad shoulders shrugged. “I thought with it being Spring Break and all that you might have a hot date.”
He sipped at his lemonade, unaware that my only date was lost somewhere in a lime green box.
I smiled. “Nope. I’m all yours.”
“Great. Steak okay?”
“Perfect. And really nice of you to invite me. Thanks.”
He licked his lips, and our eyes held for just a moment too long. After parting those luscious lips to say something, he apparently changed his mind and turned away. “I’m just going to hop in the shower.”
An offer to join him cropped up in a dirty corner of my mind, but I clamped my lips together. Once he was gone again, I shut the door and dumped the contents of my duffel bag on the bed. I pawed through my shit like a madwoman, trying to decide what to wear. Had I known I’d be having a date with Daddy Billy, I would have packed something better than comfy study sweats. Then I remembered the closet.
A lot of the clothes I used to borrow from my bestie had followed Nat to college, but the yellow sundress Natalie’s Mom hated was still there. She thought the neckline plunged too low for a “young girl”. Fuck that.
I shed bra and panties onto the floor with the rest of my clothes. The bra would show under the plunging neckline, and Lord knew I needed a change of underwear after being around Nat’s stepfather. I was tugging the dress over my head when a knock sounded at my door. Damn, had he showered already?
“Yes?” I said, tugging faster.
“Are you decent?” Billy’s voice was muffled through the door. “I have something to show you.”
Decent? Not for years. To prove it, my mind went to a very pornographic place as I pictured some things he could show me just after showering. Fuck yeah, that called up a scenario that was definitely going into rotation as masturbation material.
The dress finally dropped down until it rode mid-thigh. “Sure,” I called out. “Come on in.”
The moisture in my mouth relocated to my cunt when he ducked through the doorway wearing nothing but a towel. It wasn’t just his immensely hot bod that had my attention, though. He was holding the lime green box.
I swallowed despite my uselessly dry throat as he held the box out. “Thought this might be what you were looking for earlier.” He stalked over to set it down on the bed. “I was going to play it off like I didn’t know about it. But honesty is better, don’t you think?”
What the fuck do you say when your best friend’s dad finds your stash of dirty toys? Was there a Hallmark card for the occasion?
He turned toward me, and I fought the blazing need to check out the bulge beneath the towel around his waist. I focused above the neck and noticed his hair was still dry. He hadn’t showered yet, after all.
Finally, I managed to stop gaping long enough to say, “Nat’s mom found the toy box, I see.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I did.”
My brows shot up, along with a weird pang of intrusion at the thought of him sniffing around a girl’s room. “You were poking around in her room? Were you looking for drugs or something?”
“Mice.”
“Huh?”
“Right before she moved out, Nat’s mom saw a mouse run in here and totally freaked. I found the little bastard inside this.” He plucked the lid off my box, making me feel as though he’d just exposed the inner workings of my naughty mind. He stuck a finger through a hole that had been chewed through one corner. Waggling his finger that way struck me as funny and a little obscene, so I burst out laughing.
“Well, that must have been quite a surprise,” I said.
“The mouse, or what I found in the box?”
I felt my face flare with heat. “Both, I guess.” I paused. “I should confess the box isn’t Nat’s, really. It was my idea.”
There was a strange smile on his face I couldn’t quite read. “I know. I remember seeing you bring it over here one night. I wasn’t sure whether Natalie was just hanging on to it for you or what.”
“We both added to it. You know, for teenage experimentation. Not with each other,” I was quick to add. “Just being stupid and curious about things. We kept it here because my mother was a notorious room snoop.” I let out a sigh. “Did Nat’s mom completely wig out when she saw it?”
“I didn’t show it to her.”
I gazed at him quizzically. “Why not? Because it was mine?”
He shrugged. “No, I just didn’t see a reason to mention it. It was personal stuff.”
I eyed him closer. “But you didn’t put it back, either.”
Guilt flashed in his smoky green eyes. “I meant to. I stuck the box under my bed and then all the shit hit the fan with her moving out.”
“Oh.” I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Well, this is damn embarrassing. Sorry.”
“No need to be embarrassed. We all do it.”
“We all hide dirty toys from our parents?”
“I meant we all masturbate.”
My eyes snapped up, but his gaze was fastened on my crotch. Then it slid over to the floor. I followed suit to find my abandoned panties on the carpet. A wet stain was obvious on the red satin. Great. Even better, I noticed my black snatch hair was clearly visible through the thin fabric of the yellow dress. Suddenly, the box didn’t seem nearly as embarrassing.
Still, I couldn’t help imagine him finding those toys. I held my legs together to keep pussy fluid from running down my bare legs. I couldn’t quite find my voice when his eyes returned from their little side trip, but I felt my nipples harden.
“I know my way around a few toys,” he said, “but I have to admit one or two in that box threw me.” He turned to rummage through my assortment and pulled out a fun little plaything. “Care to shed some light on what this does?”
Of all the fantasies I’d had involving sex toys and Billy Hunt, this was not the way I’d imagined it. When I glanced down at his towel, however, I was surprised to see a hefty bulge straining against the terry cloth.
He waggled the device at me when I found my tongue too thick to respond. “It’s okay, Jinge. We’re both adults here.”
Yes, we were. Two adults, all alone and apparently turned on by my box of eroticware.
I cleared my throat and nodded at the pink silicone ring. “It’s a, uh, couple’s enhancer.”
He glanced at it. “Looks complicated. How and what does it enhance, exactly?”
Allow me to demonstrate, I wanted to say. But I clammed up. I wasn’t quite sure where this was going yet.
Hell, what was I doing? I’d dreamed of him for years, and here he was, acknowledging that I was an adult and initiating a discussion about how I used sex toys. Maybe it was time to prove just how adult I could be.
I marched forward and reached out to grab the thing, but Bill raised his arm over his head just out of reach. He gave me a mischievous smile. “It looks kinda like a pacifier without a nipple,” he said. “Is Jinger Snap into role playing?”
I put on a mock scowl. “You wanna know how it works or not?”
He chuckled and handed the rubber thing over. “It’s like a fancy cock ring,” I said, trying to sound all mature, like a porno shop sales girl or something. Still, my stomach was clenching from his close proximity. “You put it on yourself first.” I held up the larger of two nestled rings. “This one goes around your balls.” I stuck two fingers through the smaller inner ring. “This one goes over your cock, down near the base. The rings make you stay harder and for longer. The long nubs studding the rubber enhance my pleasure when I’m getting fucked while you wear it.”
If he caught the way I described the toy in terms of us using it together, he didn’t say. Instead, he fingered the narrow, bullet-shaped metal tube stuck through the top, near the clit-stimulating nubs. “And what’s this? The handle?”
I gave him a saucy little smile. “That is my favorite feature.” I thumbed a switch, and the tiny vibrator brought the thing to life. “I’m sure you can fill in the blanks on how that enhances things.”
His eyes, which had gone dark, widened a bit. For a final touch, I gave him a flirty wink and dropped the still-buzzing toy into his hand.
He stood there, staring at it for a moment. “Quite informative.” He eyed the rings again. “But just thinking about it has me so hard I seriously doubt I could get the damn thing on.”
He switched it off while my gaze flew to the towel, which was tented out so far now that his erection was nearly touching me.
“You’ve used it before?” He went on. “In here?”
I nodded, wondering if I was about to get the ‘no-sex-under-my-roof’ speech. “We took turns trying things out in the bathroom.” I paused. “I did use the enhancer once with someone else, but it was at my house. Natalie only used them on herself that I know of. Are you mad?”
He shook his head. “Turned on and oddly jealous, actually. I have to ask you something, Jinge.” He nodded to the stained panties on the floor. “Are you still wet?”
I licked my lips at the smoldering look in his eye. “Pretty much since the day you moved in here.”
With the turn things had taken, I shouldn’t have been so shocked when his mouth suddenly crushed down on mine. But the electric jolt his lips shot through me was so much more than I ever imagined that I stiffened and gave a little cry of surprise. He started to pull back, no doubt thinking he’d completely creeped me out. Before he could get away, I grabbed the back of his head and clamped my lips tighter on his.
Our tongues met with a fury only years of pent-up need could unleash. My hand searched for the edge of his towel and yanked it off, and what sprang out was every bit as thick and impressive as the one he’d fucked me with a hundred times in my fantasies. I curled my fist around the hot shaft as he ran a hand along the back of my dress, disappearing beneath the fabric until he found my bare ass. Then I heard the growl I remembered, the sexy, animal groan that twisted around my spine. It undid me completely.
When he broke off the kiss, his eyes looked as wild as I felt. His fingers skimmed my ass cheeks as his breath came in ragged gasps. “I never realized Nat’s best friend was running around with a wet pussy and no panties to go with the box of dirty toys even I’m not completely familiar with.”
The wet pussy in question tingled like crazy. “Maybe I should familiarize you with them, then.”
“I was thinking more like Daddy Billy needs to give you a spanking.”
He reached behind him and fished around in the box. My mouth fell open at the paddle he extracted from it. “That isn’t mine,” I said. “I don’t remember it being in there.”
His smile was both devious and sensual. “I may have added one or two things from my nightstand before bringing it back in here. I thought it might be a little surprise.”
I could barely speak. “Oh, I’m surprised.”
His expression turned mock stern. “Take off your dress and bend over the bed.”
I froze, gaping at him in shock.
“Now, baby girl.” The crack of the paddle as he brought it down over his palm made me blink and jerk into action. “Daddy Billy knows best.”
With fumbling fingers, I pulled the dress I’d barely put on back over my head. He sucked in a breath as he took in my naked body with hungry eyes. Then I did as commanded, putting my hands flat on the patchwork quilt with my ass stuck out over the foot of the bed.
“Look at that hot, pretty pussy,” he said. “Fucked by who knows how many guys.”
The swat that hit my ass cheeks stung beautifully. “Jesus,” I said.
“That’s ‘Daddy Billy’ to you. Or ‘Sir’.” The long paddle came down on both cheeks again, and I felt heat flare like July fireworks.
“Yes, Daddy Billy.”
“Good. Do you have any idea the position you put me in, baby girl?”
“I know a few I’d like to put you in.”
Smack came the paddle, hard enough to shake my tits. “What?”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Better.” I felt what had to be his cock rub over the hot stinging on my ass, almost as a reward for good behavior. But hell, what did I know about good behavior? Mine had been downright sluttish for three years.
“You went off to college and left me here with a box of sex toys, wondering whether they were all really yours. I was unable to do anything about it except jerk off alone while I imagined all the places those toys have touched your hot body.”
My breath caught as my cunt began throbbing. He’d fantasized about me too. Fuck, yes. “I’m sorry, Daddy Billy. I deserve to be punished.”
“Damn right you do.” The paddle came back once, then twice. I gasped aloud the third time, when the stinging sensation spread from my ass, through my cunt and down my legs. Juice seeped along one thigh as well. “Now you let me walk in here and find your wet panties on the floor. I had to stand here thinking about the soaking wet pussy under that see-through dress.”
Smack. “Tell me, Jinger Snap, why were your panties so wet?” I felt his fingers probing my slippery cunt, and I wriggled against them with a moan. “Fuck, you’re still wet.”
“I couldn’t help it. Your shirt was off while you were mowing the lawn, and you looked so damn erotic. Just the way you’ve looked for years.”
Slap. “And you fucked other guys thinking about that. Haven’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy Billy.”
“Sexy bitch.” Smack. “You hot little cunt.” Smack.
The next spank came hard enough to bring the prickle of tears to my eyes, and I was clutching my bedspread in my fists. But it felt so fucking good that I never wanted him to stop. “I suppose it’s too late to mention I bought those toys and fucked those guys because my pussy has ached since the day I accidentally saw you fucking Nat’s mother.”
That brought a pause in the action, but only for a moment. Smack! “You spied on me in bed?”
“Out in the back yard.”
“You dirty girl.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m your bad little cunt.”
“What should I do about it? Your ass is blazing red from my spanking, but you just keep getting dirtier and my cock keeps getting harder. What should your punishment be?”
“I think you should fuck me hard, Daddy Billy. Show me how my toy box made you want me.”
“You’d like that, I bet.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The cock rubbing started again, this time along the channel of my spread ass cheeks. His cock head against the blossom of my anus felt like sin and heaven had collided. My gaze was fixed on the lime green box, landing on the double-headed dildo.
He leaned over my back, using the paddle to slap lightly at the breasts hanging beneath me. “Such a shame you didn’t save yourself for me. Now that you’ve had men in that pretty pink cunt already, is there a hole left that I can be the one to deflower? I would love to ass fuck you right now, that’s for sure.”
“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing.”
“That you want me to ass fuck you?”
A smile parted my lips as I stared at my toys. “Actually, I was thinking I’d love to ass fuck you. Sir.”
Smack came the paddle, and I cried out. “Have you had a man in there, baby girl? Or do you have a virgin ass so I can teach you what it means to have long, hot cock up your back door?”
“The only things that have been in my ass are these toys.” I grabbed the double-header, which I’d deliberately bought long enough to pull a U-turn and get anal and vag at the same time. “I can show you with this, and you can join me in getting your ass deflowered.”
Smack! “No toys this time. You get the real thing. Remember, Daddy Billy knows best.”
He bent down and I felt his hot, wet tongue lubing my asshole. “Yes,” I said, arching my ass against him. “Fuck my ass, Daddy Billy.”
This time, his bare hand hit my cheek. Then a finger replaced his tongue, wriggling up the tight hole. “Relax against me. Let it in.”
Relax? Every muscle in my entire body was practically spasming with frantic need. But I pushed back against his finger, and with a familiar flash of pain around the puckered circlet, he sank in to the knuckle.
“Good girl.” Two fingers went in, and my clit began to throb for attention. Then three fingers, stretching my hole. “You’re good and ready for me.”
“I’ve been ready for you for years.”
Smack. Then I felt his cock prodding my anus. I wiggled my hips impatiently, biting my lip. He pushed in slowly, hissing through gritted teeth when his cock head buried itself. I tossed my head back, letting my blonde hair spill down my spine. I tried to impale myself on his cock, but he grabbed my hips and held me solid. Inch by inch, that fantasy monster drove itself home. At last, I felt his pubic hair tickling my ass. Jesus, the way he filled me! It took my breath.
He stayed buried and still for a long moment, holding me in place to stop my naughty wriggling. I redoubled my attempts to gyrate against him.
“Patience, baby girl,” he finally said in a thick, strained voice. “Just let me fuck you.”
I stopped moving around, and he finally, gratefully pulled his cock back—and then drove it in hard. I cried out as he began to thrust, slow at first, but then picking up speed. One hand kept gripping my hip, but the other reached around and began pinching my swollen clit.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said. “But not too tight. Are you sure you’ve never had a cock in your ass before?”
“Never,” I gasped, fighting the need to rock back against him. “Only you, Billy. Only you.”
“That’s right,” he said, slapping my ass again. “Your ass belongs to me. You don’t get to have another cock in there, understand? And I won’t stick my dick in any other ass. That’s the deal. Only Daddy Billy gets to ass fuck his baby girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He fucked harder, faster, sinking so deep in my ass that my tits bounced beneath me. I could barely talk now. My head was thrashing around, and sweat was dripping off my neck as he shoved himself home time and again. His fingers worked on the nub of my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore, and I came like a bitch in heat while he pounded his cock deep in my ass. “Yes! I’m coming. Fuck me harder—I’m coming.”
“Come for me, bitch. That’s right.”
I let out an anguished shout as my peak reached to an almost painfully exquisite intensity. His guttural moan soon after barely preceded the shudder I knew meant he was about to shoot his load. Seconds later, I felt the gush of heat in my ass, and I knew my fantasy was over. He would pull out any second, and whether it would happen within minutes or hours, he would regret what we had just done.
He stayed inside my ass while he finished coming, and I closed my eyes to focus on the thrill of his cock jerking and pulsing inside me. Soon, he folded himself over my back, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck while he wrapped his arms around me. He kneaded my breasts, which were slick with sweat, twisting and pulling my nipples into stiff, tingling peaks. His cock throbbed more insistently in my ass now, and soon I realized he was stiff as a board again. Maybe he wasn’t regretting what we’d done quite yet.
He straightened up, taking me with him until we were both upright with his cock still up my ass. I turned my head and let him kiss me, his tongue thrusting like a wild snake while he played with my tits. I squeezed my thighs together on my clit, and before he even began to move his hips again, I shot into another orgasm. By then I was so far gone I don’t even know how he managed to flip me onto my back on the bed and continue to ass fuck me. This time, the toys came out. He fucked my cunt with the double-header while he continued to do me up the ass. When he came again, my name was attached to his scream.
The rest of Spring Break was spent pretty much the same way, until the tent came off next door and Mom got home. I moved back over there for the rest of the week, but I snuck over to see Billy Hunt every night. I studied very little aside from the miracles of his sexual prowess and quick talent for inventive use of toys. My ass was sore inside and out for days after I went back to college.
Billy kept his promise, though, and so did I. My pussy could get fucked by anyone I wanted, and he dated around and got a fair share of pussy himself. My ass, however, was his and his alone—and since I eventually got my way with the double-headed dildo, his ass is mine now, too.
Amazingly, my GPA went up despite my dirty little Spring Break secret. I guess Daddy Billy really did know best.
THE END
Other Short Erotic Fiction Available on Amazon from J. Rose Allister:
Car Wash
His Cowboy Roundup
Immortal Wine
My Secret Vampire Lover
My Secret Werewolf Lover
The Sex Hex
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
J. Rose Allister has penned over twenty-five erotic fiction titles from her home in Southern California. She is an avid cook, gardener, and movie buff, and has more books in her to-be-read pile than she can ever hope to find time to sit and enjoy, which doesn’t stop her from adding more.