Tasting my daughter's best friend (2)

"Sarah, honey... this isn't... this isn't such a good idea," I said as calmly as possible. "Maybe... a-another time?"

Sarah flipped her hair around her head and studied me. She looked amused.

"Uh-huh. We've been over that," She said.

I watched her middle finger slip into the low neckline of her T-shirt. She pulled down, stretching the thin material to expose a single breast. I blew out a long breath. My cock strained against Sarah below. I was frozen still as she lowered herself over me. Her big tit came right toward my face.

Flesh mashed against my open mouth. Every conscious thought scurried from my brain. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked the tip with my tongue. I couldn't get enough. Every ample inch had to be tasted. Craning my head, I lapped and bit at the underside of her breast. Sarah cradled my head close and smothered me with her chest.

"Oh... that feels good...." she breathed.

Hearing her voice sent my cock into fits of throbbing. It also grounded me in reality. I eased her away as gently as possible.

"We can't... I just...." I breathlessly searched for the words. "We can't keep doing this."

Sarah gave me another skeptical look.

"That's not what I feel down... here."

She rolled her hips forward, giving my dick a good stroke through our thin clothing. My head slammed back against the pillow from the sensation. Sarah grabbed her exposed breast, groped it, and rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her eyes bored straight through me. I clutched her tight ass and jerked at her panties, holding on for dear life.

"Maybe you need a taste, Mr. Harris," Sarah teased.

I lay stunned while Sarah crawled up my body. She dug one knee into the pillows beside my head. I found myself gazing up between her tan thighs, across her stomach, and to the underside of her breasts. Sarah peered down at me smiling. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. She hooked her second leg behind my arm. The heat from her inner thighs coated my face. My eyes were inches from the outline of her sex in her panties.

Sarah reached down and tugged the pink fabric to the side. They stretched to rest easily beside the swollen mound of her pussy. She slid a finger between her pursed lips. After a few slow strokes, the finger was tracing my mouth, coating my lips with her juices.

When she squatted lower, my hands flew up to her thighs and pulled her crotch into my face. My eyes rolled when her pussy slid over my mouth as fluidly as warm bathwater. I allowed her lips to glide over the flat of my tongue. She tasted of sweet lotion and dirty sex. Fingers clutched my hair, tugging my head into her pussy. Sarah slowly rode my face. Every chance I got, I tried to probe her with my tongue, or lick at the hood hiding her clit. Yet Sarah didn't seem interested in any oral procedure. The young woman merely rubbed herself over my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks.

It was getting hard to breath. I lapped at her wet pussy as best I could, sucking in air through my nose when it wasn't smothered in her hole. Her ass cheeks felt incredible. I molded them in my hand, pulled the flesh up toward her back and felt the cheeks bounce back from my grip when I released. I tried to turn my head to bite at her thighs. Still her moist lips slid over my cheek.

I was lost. I gave myself over to my every desire. How long had it been since I'd had such an intoxicating sexual fling? It felt too good to deny. Everything became just a rush of lust, emotion, and impulse. Her dirty sweet smell and taste was all over me. I loved it. My boxers were stretched tight by my standing erection. It pulsed with energy begging to be freed.

Sarah climbed off of me at last and I followed her, sitting up in the bed. My chest heaved. A ravenous craving had infected my senses. I cradled Sarah into my lap. She was watching me intently. That damn little grin was on her face. I frantically worked my cock out of my boxers. My swollen tip prodded her inner thigh beside her pussy and we both gasped.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered absently.

Sarah giggled. "You look really worked up, Mr. Harris. I like you this way."

I ignored her taunting and took the base of my cock in my fingers. Her warm lips touched my tip and before I realized it, my dick had jabbed its way into her hole.

Sarah's head fell back and a short loud moan escaped from her lips. My hand shot up to cover her mouth. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from crying out. Her pussy slid completely over my bulging shaft. I had to fight the urge to moan with every velvety inch of her moist hole. It was as if a warm, wet, static charge had enveloped my cock. She shifted, spreading her thighs and nestling deeper into my lap. Sarah flung her arm around my neck and pulled me in tight.

Then she was fucking me. It happened so fast. Her ass bucked into me, driving my cock deep into her. Our breathing was deafening. I cast a wary glance at my open door, but my view was soon blocked by a large breast. She held my cheek to her chest while she rode me. I couldn't get close enough to her. Her shirt felt hot and somehow restricting. I reached around her, grabbed the hem, and tore it over her head.

Sarah stifled her giggle into a hissing smile. She tugged my head to her chest. My hips thrust upward hard while I kissed and sucked between her tits. I was losing all restraint. I felt the temptation to smack her tight ass, to pull her hair, to moan and yell and scream. I was trapped beneath her, and the restriction of my movements was infuriating. I couldn't take it. I wanted more.

In an instant we were whirling on the bed. I swung her around and we crashed together on the mattress. I grimaced when the old bed creaked for a second. It mattered little. I had her where I wanted her. I pushed myself up on my arms and gazed down at Sarah. Her brown hair fanned out around her head. Her hazel eyes twinkled up at me. Her little half smiled coaxed me onward.

"Bout time you take charge," Sarah hissed with a sexy wink. "C'mon Dave, fucking give it to me, I can take it."

I was taken back that she had said my name. It seemed so improper coming from her. Odd as it was, my name had poured from her lips like wine, and I was drunk from the taste of it.

My hips flew into motion, driving my dick into Sarah like a piston. Soon there was an intense burn of friction on the side of my shaft. Her panties, I realized. I didn't care. The discomfort was nothing compared to the orgasmic sensation of her warm and wet pussy. My eyes were drawn to the twirling of her luscious tits. My hand shot over to catch one of them in motion, and I squeezed her nipple until she bit down on her bottom lip. She gazed up at me with her naughty have smile. It was clear that she was having the time of her life being drilled by her best friend's father.

I hooked one of her legs and bent her thigh toward her bouncing breasts. The girl's flexibility was incredible. The sight of Sarah with her legs spread wide, her underwear pulled aside, and her sexy smiling face made me ravenous. I slammed my hips into her, and immediately I knew I had gone too deep.

Sarah let out a loud yelp. Her brow furrowed and her eyes rolled. I clapped my hand over her mouth. My head snapped around toward the door. I was frozen in place with my cock buried to the balls in Sarah's sopping wet pussy. I held my heavy breath and listened. My eyes were trained on the door in the dim hallway.

Sarah was rolling her body beneath me, curling her hips up against my cock and swirling me inside her hole. When I glanced down, I felt and saw her tongue slide between my fingers. I drew my hand away and bit my fist. A scream was ready to burst from my throat.

I pulled back and drove into her again. Sarah's nails raked my back. Her eyes lit up in what could only have been exhilaration.

"God, right like that!" She hissed.

I slammed into her with slow calculated thrusts. Sarah pulled at her hair, shook her head, and barely kept from crying out in pleasure. I was relentless, but she seemed to love it. It was so surreal. My cock felt like a metal rod. I was beginning to feel the first stings of a swelling orgasm.

Sarah's took me by surprise. I felt her tensing, and before I knew it she was clenching, grinding, and squirming under me. Her lips burst open in another uncontrollable moan. I fell toward her and covered her mouth. Her hands clawed at me. Her thighs would squeeze shut, then open as she pressed her pussy upward, swallowing my cock deep.