"Elise," Chapter 18 (MF old/teen18, finger, fondle)
Elise
I found it hard to believe that there could be a more unselfish, considerate lover than Sandy anywhere. Because if there wasn't, I didn't think he was going to let me marry him and claim him as all my own. I had a feeling that any future partner of mine would have a hard act to follow indeed.
Every time I thought I was done, worn out, Sandy knew just what to do to turn me back on, to make me want even more. After the workout I'd already had, I couldn't believe I was actually begging my Daddy for more.
And he hadn't disappointed. My first orgasm of the day had been a crashing, thunderous thing, overwhelming me, taking my breath away. And the second one, just a few minutes ago, had been a long, delicious crest on top of my pleasure plateau, going on seemingly forever. I really wasn't sure whether it was a single long orgasm, or a series of them all woven together by the wonderfully continuous actions of Sandy's mouth on my happy, well-used clit. Two completely distinct kinds of experiences, but both over-the-top fantastic.
Each one left me barely able to move afterward. But that was OK, because my lovely Daddy did all the work, seeing to every erotic need that I had, still confined to this bed by his gentleness. And, oh God, he was building me back up yet again, so gradually, so surely. I couldn't believe I was, even now, actually begging for more.
I knew about my G-spot, of course, and in porn videos even saw women appear to squirt their juices by having it stimulated for them. I had never been able to manage it by myself, perhaps just not having the right toys for the task. To think that I was about to have something like that done to me, and that my Daddy had just promised me that my reaction to it would top all others I had had previously, was simply hard to believe. And I was intensely curious whether I'd be a squirter. I think I had done it a bit in this and our previous encounter. At least the area surrounding my pussy had certainly been sopped enough to indicate it. But now, without question, Sandy, my lover, teacher, and guide in all things sexual, was going to help me find out for sure.
And now I could feel his hands leaving both my tits and my pussy. But I needn't have worried, because one was right back on my clit, making that same swirling action that he had done with his tongue so well to my utter bliss earlier. And the other was sweeping through my wet folds, and then right back into my pussy. When it got there, instead of going straight into my hole like they had previously, Sandy was gently dragging these fingers along the front of my channel. It felt like the finger on my clit and those inside were almost meeting one another at my front wall. Over and over he rubbed around my clit, at the same time rubbing up and down, right under the clit. Almost immediately it felt like I had to pee, but I'd felt that before on my way to feeling orgasmic pleasure, so I didn't worry.
Right after that, that sensation changed to such intense pleasure at the spot being rubbed, my breath caught. I couldn't even form words to express how it felt. All that I could force out of my mouth was a series of Ahhhhs, gradually increasing in volume and duration. In the midst of that, I heard Daddy telling me, with so much caring love in his voice, "That's it sweetie. Get it. Cum for me. Let me have it all, babygirl."
And I did just that. My core clenched, my head drove back into the pillow on which it laid, and my entire existence suddenly consisted of what was happening at my pussy. Even later, I had trouble describing it. There was vibrating, there was throbbing, there was unbelievable shooting jolts of pleasure radiating out from my center; I indeed had never imagined that my body could give me such rapture as I was feeling right then.
I felt my whole core contract, and then I felt a stream of liquid shooting out of me. It felt like a violent stream of piss, but I knew it must be squirt. Then I contracted again, held for a count, then another squirt escaped me. "Oh, baby, that's it. Let it all go. Squirt for me. That's so beautiful, Elise dear. Squirt all over me," Sandy was saying.
All this time, the pleasure was so intense, I was honestly afraid I might pass out. I couldn't even tell what I was screaming through all this, if anything, but I sounded LOUD. Another contraction, then another squirt. I must have been starting to run out of fluid; I didn't feel as much escaping that time. After one more push like that, Sandy started to slowly lighten his motions on my G-spot, and was no longer massaging my clit. Still feeling some mild aftershocks, my body finally surrendered completely, and what felt like every muscle in my body released into the comfort of the bed. I felt my Daddy's fingers leave my pussy, just gently petting up and down my slit a couple of times, and I sighed in complete satisfaction, not wanting to be anywhere in the world but right here, feeling the way I did, right then.
Then Sandy was up above me, instructing me to just lie still and stay blindfolded. Somewhere through this whole experience, I had become used to being blindfolded, and I think he was right when he said that not having use of my eyes helped sharpen my other senses. At least, I couldn't imagine ever feeling anything more intensely than I did with what he had just given me.
Then I felt my Daddy positioning his body alongside mine, snuggling up to me as closely as he could. He was sweetly kissing my cheek and my neck, his hands running gently across my chest, softly speaking comforting words to me. All I could do was lie there and enjoy it for a minute or two. I can't imagine anyone ever feeling so privileged, so cherished, as I did then. And I knew for sure that, ignored and overlooked as often as I'd been in my life, there was absolutely nothing ever that had come close to comparing to this for me. Lying here, every single one of my sexual needs met, satisfaction and peaceful contentment gently flowing through my entire being, and another human being alongside me, making me, Elise Madrigal, the geeky iconoclastic loner of a girl that I was, the center of his universe for as long as I cared to be there.
Then Sandy gently turned me on my side, toward him. "Kiss your Daddy, babygirl," he whispered. I felt his arm behind me, on my back, pulling me closer. Our lips locked, and we shared a wonderful, long kiss, his hand moving from my back, caressing my ass, then back up, staying in motion over my smooth skin. Gosh, everything this man did with me was sexy; how did he know to keep doing that? I could easily get to where I couldn't live without this kind of treatment. I was afraid he was turning me into some sort of sex addict. Not that I was complaining.