"Elise," Chapter 30 (MF old/teen18, cunn)
Elise
While asleep, I had this wonderful dream that I was being licked, with feathery touches, between my legs. Then I came up out of my slumber, finding out it wasn't a dream after all. My girl parts were indeed being licked, ever so delicately, but it was Sandy doing it for real.
I lay there for a minute or two, just enjoying the sensations. After all the afternoon's activity, and after all the pleasure and the physical and emotional toll it had wrung out of me, it was nice just lying there, being tended to.
As I subtly shifted to a more comfortable position on my back, I heard Sandy ask, from under the covers, "Hi, babygirl. Had a nice nap?" "The best," I replied with a satisfied sigh.
Then there were no more words, as his skilled mouth continued to work between my legs. That he was under the covers, concealed from my view, somehow added to the excitement of it. I could feel his tongue gradually working its way from the area surrounding my pussy, ever closer to the target. Then he was in my slot, licking in one continuous stroke up and down the length of it, in the way he knew I loved. Unbelievably, he was getting me horny yet again, and I wondered if I was the kind of girl who could never really be satisfied once I really got going. One of these days -- maybe today, who knew? -- we were going to test that, and I might die from the pleasure of it all. My last thought was that it would be quite a way to go.
Then I stopped thinking, sensing my brain's sensory centers just sinking into the feelings I was having at my core. Up and down he went, and, oh boy, did it feel good. At that moment, in a fleeting thought, I wished I could just be here forever, that I might be relieved of everything else just to keep feeling this, over and over again.
Inevitably, I felt the stirrings of desire again, and started quietly moaning out "Daddy, please, I need more." True to form, he didn't make me wait. The feathery touches of his tongue now moved up to focus on my clit, slightly sore but still sensitive to the touch. As if realizing this, his tongue continued to play lightly over it, but it never went harder. My climb was so slow and delicious, and I savored every second of it.
Onward and upward I went, until finally I could take no more, suddenly breaking into a giant convulsion of utter rapture. My body seized, and I could feel nothing along its entire length except the lightness of his tongue, the contractions in my core, and the blinding bolts of pleasure they were causing me. He continued to lick, not changing his pressure at all, and in response I continued to pulse and vibrate, the feeling absolutely exquisite, totally out of control, and completely at my lover's mercy.
How long it went I couldn't tell, but finally he slowed the soft licking of my nub, then moved his tongue back down my sex, audibly slurping my secretions. I sunk further into the softness of the bed, unable to move, barely able to even think. Sandy continued to clean me up down there, as long as he wanted, me unable and unwilling to stop anything he was doing to me.
Finally, Sandy was alongside me, holding me, giving me little kisses all over my face. "That was wonderful, Daddy," I softly said, then started to sob out of pure joy. His arms tightened around me, and he just held me close. I could feel his breathing, could feel myself melting into its rhythm. How did I ever get to this point? I never wanted to leave this man's bed. I just wanted to continue to be cared for, nurtured. All my needs met. Just like this.
"You know Elise, it's getting late, I need to be getting you on your way home soon," Sandy whispered after a brief time.
"But Daddy," I protested, with as much energy as my tired body could muster, "I came here so you could take my anal virginity today."
"We'll have time another day," he replied, still holding me like he never wanted to let me go. "It seems that, between your curiosity about the contents of this room, and the fact that you're just so irresistible, caused me to let the time pass without even thinking about it. And babygirl, I also forgot about something else that I meant to do. Something I'm going to take care of first thing next time, before I think about taking your lovely little ass."
"And what is that, my naughty Daddy?", I purred.
"I owe you punishment for your slip-up the last time I saw you. You called me 'Daddy' in front of your mother and anyone else within earshot. We talked before about how such private terms of endearment must stay between the two of us. Such a mistake, made once, might be forgiven but cannot be forgotten. It could have turned out disastrously for us, but for your mother's understanding and forbearance. You will need to be taught better. Your correction will be part of my role in demanding and ensuring your obedience in the future. Do you understand that, sweetie?"
I gave him my best pouty lip, saying, "Yes Daddy." I continued to stare back at him that way for another moment or two, then fell into a fit of uncontrollable giggling. Sandy gave me a big grin and a shake of his head in response.
After another few minutes like that, safe and secure in his arms, we managed to rouse ourselves and get cleaned up, and I was soon on my way home.
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A few days later, my father drove in from San Francisco and my brother flew in from Seattle for Thanksgiving. We typically celebrated this and many other of our holidays at home with Aunt Charlene, Uncle Jerry, and their three younger kids. My aunt was a nurturer at heart, and her fondest joy in life was taking care of people, feeding them, making them feel welcome wherever they were. I'm sure we would have had these celebrations at their house instead, had they had the space for it that we did. But she didn't mind coming over early each time, collaborating with Mom on a feast for our two families. It's what she loved to do, and I loved her for it.
After we stuffed ourselves, the guys got their football fix, my younger cousins had run me ragged, and my aunt's family had left for home, I was recovering up in my room, talking to Sandy on the phone. I didn't do Black Friday, so I wondered if I could go over to his house for a while the next day. After assuring him it would be OK, he invited me over. Maybe I'd lose my last virginity while everyone else was out in the stores, jostling one another around. I could hope, anyway.
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Early the next morning, I told Mom where I would be going, so she'd be aware. I knew that by the time I left, Dad would be up, and I might have to make a show of announcing that I was going to the mall, so as not to arouse suspicion.
I left the house around 10am, after making the announcement to Mom and Dad. I was looking forward to some fun, and maybe to another significant moment in my sex life happening.
Sandy let me in and we were kissing in his living room, when there was a loud knock at the door. He disengaged himself. "Wonder who that could be?"
I turned the corner into the dining room to afford both of us privacy as he dealt with his visitor. Immediately upon Sandy answering the door, I heard loud voices, so I went back toward the living room to hear better.
The first voice I heard was a familiar one. "Where is she?"
Sandy responded, "Who?"
"You know who, old man. Elise."
