Im Mels Dad Ch 18 Evening

EIGHTEEN

'Evening'

I sit on a flat rock, high over a long mountain lake. Or maybe a loch or fjord.

The sun, setting behind me cast my shadow out across the still water, reflecting dark, quiet clouds overhead.

I am naked except for a loose flannel jacket, open to the slow breeze.

I remember, vaguely, a band of long-haired women dressed in heavy brocade waistcoats, hanging open, exposing naked skin. Blousy harem pants, translucent. Playing lutes and pipes and dancing.

But the memory is fading by the time I recall it.

The breeze brushes across my waist and hips, my cock stiffens.

The breeze turns hot and wet over my cock, a snake coils around...

I wake from my dream.

I had dozed off and you are doing what you usually do as your morning greeting. Your mouth sheathing my stiffness, which grows as you tongue swirls.

You pull back, your lips moving from my base, sucking as you lift me, your lips moving to the shelf at my head.

You hold there, tongue tapping my head.

Laying a hand on your head, I begin to tangle my fingers among your gold.

You take my wrist and pin my hand on the bed. You pin my other wrist as well.

"Lie back," you say and sit back on your heels between my thighs. "Close your eyes."

You push my legs apart - wide.

I feel your tongue at the base of my cock, the only point of contact. You slowly trace up the tube to the notch in my head.

You abandon me.

Again, you slowly trace up the tube to the notch in my head.

Again, you abandon me.

Again, you slowly trace up the tube to the notch in my head.

You keep this repetition up until I am trembling.

You have released my wrists, and I have left them where you had pinned them, but now, I raise my right arm and break the elbow over my nose, covering my eyes.

You abandon me.

Again, you slowly trace up the tube to the notch in my head.

After many repetitions of this short journey, you cover the head of my cock with your lips and swirl your tongue over my knob.

I lift my hips to encourage you to take me more fully in.

You rise up and, putting your palms on my hips force my back to the mattress.

You hold me there and again, cap my knob with your lips.

You lap up and swallow the thin pre-cum that leaks from my slit.

You trace my slit with the tip of your tongue.

I surrender to your ministrations.

You are so very good at this.

You straddle me and shuffle on your knees, dragging a trail of your pussy juices over my abs.

Your hair drags along and sheets over my legs. Tickling.

You lean over and reach to the night stand then shuffle back down until your cuntlips cradle my cock. You rock back and forth a few times, stroking my stiffness.

I feel a squirt of cold on my belly and you begin rubbing scented oil into my abs.

You are well practiced at massage and your fingers work my muscles well.

And my cock twitches in its fleshy prison.

No prisoner has ever been so pleased. So content.

You lean forward to dribble oil on my chest, which rocks your clit down onto my cock.

I feel your growing excitement - scarcely contained as you work my pecs.

Your hair, flowing honied silk, tents over you, lit from behind, a shimmering veil.

After several failed attempts to lift my cockhead with your lips, you use one of your well-oiled hands to hold me and slide onto me with one stroke, oiled and lubed by your juices.

Once firmly seated, you lean down to work the edges of my pecs, the shelf of my underarms.

Your fingers dig into my muscles and gripping them tight and begin pumping on my shaft in a sudden frenzy.

I lift to you, holding myself steady as you pounded yourself onto me.

I reach around and, with fingers digging into each ass cheek, hold you tight - pull you to me and force you to stop your frenzy.

I hold you by your ass, your cunt sheathing my cock.

We are both pulsing.

You lean down, scrubbing your tits over my oiled chest. I lift my head to kiss you.

You enthusiastically thrust your tongue in to wrestle with mine.

You lay down onto me, flattening your tits against my ribs, and begin to squirm on me. Your movements wraggle your cunt on my cock.

I smooth my palms across your butt globes to circle your asshole with my middle fingers. You lift to me, encouragingly.

I respond. The tips of those fingers press against your ring.

You respond.

I grip your cheeks and, pulling you back down onto my cock, drive two knuckles deep into your ass.

Ain't this grand.

I slide my fingers nearly out of your ass and, adding my forefingers, shove back in.

I grip your ass cheeks and lift you, you clutch my cock with your cunt.

I pull you back down. You squeeze so hard my skin is stretched.

I lift and pull, you stay tight.

You moan.

You rub your flattened tits across my pecs.

You press your tongue between my lips again.

I roll us onto your back and jackhammer your cunt.

Half your hair is trapped under you, half is draped across my back.

You holler in joy and lift your hips to accept my rapid thrusts.

I spurt into you, you milk me to the last spurt.

I am not deflated by that.

I lift off you and curl my legs under yours. My still stiff cock does not abandon your slit.

My hands start on your stomach, rubbing softly, feeling your waist, the curve to your hip and back again.

Your golden tresses slip off my shoulder and lie piled beside your heaving chest.

Flesh meets flesh as my hand slides up between your breasts, up your neck and under your jaw.

I clench your neck and hold your head immobile. I lean down and my lips press down against yours again.

We begin to inhale each others' exhalations.

We get high.

My deflated cock slips out of your cunt and flops against your asshole.

You wiggle beneath me and smile.

I straighten up and shift to straddle your thighs, my balls lying heavily on your pussy mound.

You bounce your hips and smile up at me.

I smile a crooked smile and lean over to open the drawer on the night stand.

I retrieve a handful of our scarves and begin to tie one around your left wrist, which you lift cooperatively.

As I snug it up, you raise your right wrist and watch as I throw a hitch around it.

I reach back and pull your right ankle up beside you, bending your knee to hold your ankle beside your wrist and tie it there.

Of course I repeat on the left side.

You lie on your back in a frog-tie on the sheet of your golden hair.

The oil you had massaged into me, has been taken on by your body which glistens.

You smile sweetly - as you always smile - eyes twinkling in pleasure and anticipation.

I always argue with myself about covering those enthralling eyes, but I very much enjoy a bandana tied tight as a blindfold.

I comb some stray strands of your hair away from your face. I fold the red bandana and lay it across your eyes and lift your head. Pulling it tight, I tie the corners behind your head.

I love the way the red band lies taut across the bridge of your nose and shapes into the outer orbit of your eyes.

Pressing my body down onto you. I slide down your body, pressing firmly.

Your mashed tits roll under me and, when my shoulders pass your beautiful masses, they flip up, nipples erect around your bars, attracting my attention.

I lick around your left nipple, then suck it into my mouth. I set my teeth behind the bar and nibble at your nub. I pinch your right nipple between thumb and forefinger and twist.

And tug.

You moan.

I arch up further, stretching your tits as far as I dare. My abs press against your crotch. You lift your cunt in offering.

You collapse quickly as the frog-tie limits the strength of your thighs, but your abs have been growing stronger over the last months.

Exercise.

It's all in the reps.

I nuzzle in between your thighs and your wetness is smeared over the my stomach.

I release your tit from my teeth and as it bounces back to settle to rest on your ribs, I mash your right tit under my palm.

I slide further down, kissing your pussy mound.

I frame you with my fingers, forefinger tips nudging into your slit and pressing against your clit. I rotate both thumbs at the lower end of your slit.

I press both thumbs knuckle deep into your ass and your groan of pleasure ripples through my spirit. I pinch your clit between my forefingers.

I set up a rhythm of squeezing and releasing your clit and pumping and spreading my thumbs.

I see your fluid building and I lean down to lap up my favorite aperitif.

As you writhe, I hear the strain in the your hip joints.

I rise up and untie the scarves from your ankles and you wrap your legs over my shoulders, lock your ankles and pull me down onto you.

I exercise my lips, tongue, teeth on your delicious mound. My arms reach under you and wrap my fingers around your iliac crest and pin you down to the bed.

My tongue scoops your juices and spreads them up over your pubic bone and deposit a few drops into your bellybutton (a shallow, sweet and tidy little inny). I suck those drops out and return them, augmented with a bit of saliva. I repeat this, emptying and filling a few more times - then move on.

I drag up along you and take your left tit into my mouth. Completely. That compression fills your nipple and it grows against my tongue. The bar pressing against my palate is uncomfortable, so I slowly slide you out like ice cream from a cone. I bite down on the bar and jerk playfully.

You do a laugh/groan that I've not heard before.

I like it.

My cock, beginning to swell in recovery, nudges against your pussy lips. You wraggle beneath me until I am cradled in the wet hotness of your groove.

I abandon your tits for your lips and we kiss, tonguing and lipping and sucking.

I release a tiny bit of come into the cleft between our abs. You giggle and roll me onto my back.

Your honey-gold curtain drapes to one side. Some of it is still pinned beneath you and holds you firm against me. You clutch the trapped tresses close to my side and pull it out from under me. It slithers free like hundreds of long, tiny serpents.

I like that.

You pull back to kneel, straddling my legs and, bending down, lick my belly clean.

My semi-hard cock taps against your jaw and you take me into your mouth. The bars through your nipples drag between my thighs. I close my knees to squeeze your tits, trapping them.

It does not take you long to get me stiff enough that you rise up and begin jacking me with both hands. You ring my head with thumb and fingers and slide down to the base, stetching my skin. Without releasing, you repeat that, stretching my skin further, the pain causing my cock to get stiffer. You repeat several times - I have never recovered so quickly.

You release me and rise up, straddling me again and guiding my shaft to your desired goal, dropping rapidly to ram me into your wet and eager cunt - to the balls with one jam.

You settle and begin to rotate on my shaft.

Your firm tits sway on your ribs, your bars glint in the angled shafts of light coming in through the windows as the sun moves lower in the sky.

The same light strikes highlights shifting through the drapings of your hair.

I move my hands up your sides from your hips to your waist. Gripping you tightly, I take control.

You smile, ceding control to me.

I move you in circles, up and down, back and forth, figure eights and skewing to the side.

You move your hands up to gratify yourself with your tits.

I DO like the way that looks.

I trace your center line with my pinkies, up between your breasts. Up to your neck and tuck in under your jaw.

I hold your head immobile, firmly squeezing your neck.

You intensify your mauling of your tits and again take control of your pelvis, clutching and dancing with my cock.

I stiffen inside your wet and welcoming cunt, renewing.

Fingers circling your neck, I pull you down to a kiss, taken as your lips press down against mine again.

Your tongue dances along my lips in concert with your pussy's dance over my cock.

I run my fingertips through your hair, down your spine and lay my palms on your ass, reveling in the action of your powerful muscles under the tender pad of your cheeks.

I spank both cheeks. Hard.

You gasp into my mouth.

And nuzzle into my crotch.

I slap you again and again. You clutch my cock with each blow.

And drag your barred nipples over my chest.

You arch your back above me, looking for all the world like an angelic figurehead on the prow of some tall ship smashing through high seas, offering your glory to the pounding waves.

You would look stupendous gilded, long golden hair streaming back along the forepeak.

I curl up to take your right breast into my mouth, sucking and licking your nipple. I bite down hard, trapping your bar behind my teeth, and, fingers digging into your asscheeks, roll you onto your back, me on top.

My cock still inside you.

I thrust in deeper.

I release your tit and cover your mouth and nose with my mouth.

I take deep breaths, pulling air from your lungs, then exhale into your mouth, I feel your chest filling beneath your tits.

I reach beneath you to cup your ass and lift you, your weight shifts to your shoulders. I curl you up and fold you at the waist until your knees rest beside your head.

I cover your cunt with my mouth, my tongue pressing in deep and curling. My beard scrubs your asshole.

You shiver and lift.

My tongue slips out of you and I lift to gaze into your eyes. My beard roughs over your clit, and I press down hard, my chin flattening your nub against your bone.

I shift back and drag my nose through your groove.

My tongue flickers over your asshole and circles your rosette.

My long, strong tongue teases you for a time.

Slowly, I drag my tongue up along your slit, dipping in to slurp some juice to carry up to your swollen clit. You gasp as I flick my tongue over it.

You give open mouthed voice to the pleasures exploding inside of you.

Your wrap your thighs around my head and roll to the side - a wrestling move.

My legs hang over the side of the bed.

Wrapped together as we are in your long silken cascade, it is easy to roll on top of you again.

With your help, of course.

My knees are on the floor, your head is trapped between my stomach and the mattress.

I tighten my arms around your waist and I rear up, lifting you, holding you upside down, your face batting against my cock.

The serape of your hair slips down to catch at my hips, covering your head as it drapes over your jaw.

You again lock my head between your thighs, forcing your cunt against my mouth.

I don't avoid that, but dive right in, seeking your most delightful liqueur

You twist and squirm, crushing your tits against my belly and finally snare my rod between your lips.

I shuffle towards the bed, trapping your head between my hips and the mattress.

I steady myself with one hand on the bed and begin slowly moving in and out of your mouth, tapping your throat gently, nearly withdrawing, then sliding back in to tap at your throat.

I cover your mound with my lips, forming a seal and draw in a deep breath.

I feel your cuntlips swell between my teeth.

I exhale into your pussy.

Your tongue snakes and dances around my cock, I feel you trying to open your throat to me, but this position only allows my spongy head to squeeze a bit into your gag.

It is enough.

I arch back, my cock holding steady at the back of your mouth and spank your ass.

Is that a gasp around my stiffness?

It sounds like one, but muffled.

It feels fantastic.

You do that again and your throat opens in welcome, then clamps down hard over the shelf at the base of my head.

I pull back and thrust in again. Your throat is no longer open, I meet resistence and withdraw.

The hair draping your chin slips down to hang at my cock, a pad between my pubic process and your chin.

You reach around me and clutch my ass cheeks, pulling me to you, driving my cock again against your resistant throat.

I follow your intent, but your throat blocks me.

My dick arcs inside your mouth and I withdraw to relieve the pain, but thrust in again.

You hold me steady, my head pressed against the back of your mouth.

Damn, girl, that feels so good.

I sink my teeth into your dripping mound and your scream opens your throat and the pressure of your hands on my ass drives me in, my balls slam into your nose.

You hold for a brief time, then slap my ass, like a wrestler tapping out.

I withdraw completely from your mouth.

Your hair falls from my cock to join the mound on the floor.

I slam back in until your tightening throat squeezes my soft, fleshy head and resists the entry of the thick, rigidity of my shaft.

I fuck your mouth that deep over and over, knocking your head into the edge of the mattress time after time.

And you take advantage of the bounce off the bed to thrust yourself onto my cock.

I ram two fingers into your cunt and pump in time with your bouncing.

We are both united in rhythm, as I thrust into your mouth, I pull from your pussy; as you follow my withdrawing cock, you welcome me into your cunt.

I add two more fingers into your cunt and find your ass with my thumbs.

Your clit swells and starts throbbing as you cum. You tighten your thighs around my head to hold my mouth securely on your clit.

My fingers fuck your pussy and ass, pinching and tugging your perineum, lifting your entire pelvis.

You come hard, flowing hot, your screams trembling along my shaft.

I pull back, nearly out of your mouth.

I jerk my fingers out and spank both your asscheeks hard.

And again.

And again.

I delight in the ripples through your ass, your muscles dancing under my pounding palms.

I lay you down onto the bed and we both pant.

We are satisfied.

We are each breathing onto the other's abs.

We are satisfied.

I lift off you and look down on you.

Your relaxed legs are spread wide, your knees nearly touching the mattress. Your cunt lips are spread wide and glistening.

Your abs pulsing, your firm tits rolling over your heaving chest.

Your throat exposed by your arched neck, your head still hanging over the edge.

Your magnificent mane, a pile of golden treasure on the floor.

You are so fucking beautiful.

Somehow, my daughter has grown into the image of my lifelong fantasy woman.

Am I imagining this?

Is this a dream?

You lift your head and take one of my balls between your lips and flick it with your tongue. Then you repeat your magic with the other.

My still-stiff cock glistens with your juice.

I rise to my feet and sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

You curl your arm around me and hug me, pressing your head against my hips.

I caress your near tit, more to satisfy my tactile desire than to stimulate you

In spite of my intent, your stimulation is evidenced by the darkening of your erect nipple.

We sigh in unison.

This is so good.

We are so very happy.

You turn your head and kiss my thigh.

I shift myself to lie on my side beside you, my wet cock lying atop your thigh.

Both our heads are off the edge of the bed.

We are sweaty, dripping.

I lick your face, your smile broadens.

My smile broadens as you return the favor.

You roll onto me and your body seems to melt over me, a perfect fit.

Our mating faces joined, covered by your sheet of honey-gold.

You relax, your hair a blanket covering me as we both drift into the comforting clouds of sleep.