"Not in this form," they said. With a clumsy finger, he sketches the outline of my wound. "Only the most courageous person would sit here in nothing but a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me to do nothing about it."

"Mmm." As he goes around my clit, I hiss under his nose. You must have a compelling excuse to put me on your lap, because I'm not going to sit there until I'm invited.

If I were you, "I'd trip you." Over my shoulder, he laughs loudly and harshly. You landed exactly where I wanted you to, you clumsy girl. Normally I'd be here to assist you get back on your feet, but as soon as my greasy fingers touched this pussy, you could say goodbye.

"Or. Perhaps then, William, you wouldn't have to resort to such tactics. I decide to take action, and I reach over to where he's touching me by moving my hands down his arms. It's possible that I'd grab your hand and lead you to the place where my heart is yearning to be with you.

He natches at my earlobe. That chick is a dirty one. So damned dependent.

Nobody needs to find out. Except.oops." The blanket slides off my shoulders and gathers around my waist as I shrug. "I really, really, really hope nobody comes in here."

"You act as if you want capture." He gently, agonizingly, puts two fingers inside me and then pulls back. As if you want everyone to see me putting my fingers in your pussy.

When I do this, it's usually because I'm looking down. The cloth is so flimsy that it is easy to detect his hand motion. The answer is "They'd know."

It's true, sweetie; they would know. His ominous cackle makes me twitch. I was wondering whether you'd be interested in going for a drive tomorrow. During the afternoon rush hour, when traffic is at its worst. To see how many people take notice, I'll put my hand up your skirt.

Oh, fuck.

He still fucks his fingers slowly. As in, "You want that?"

"Yes, Daddy." Want it badly." Observing the motion of the blanket is almost as uncomfortable as feeling the heat of his fingertips on my skin.

"Lisa." The harshness in his voice cuts like a knife. "If you can sit through this movie, I'll take you upstairs and fuck you right."

That fucking session we had on the sofa wasn't a real one, was it?"

This time it's one of those sardonic laughs. This isn't even close. That was meant to calm you down.

As he gently massages my pussy with the movie on in the background, I lose track of time. Even as my eyes track the moving pictures, my thoughts are entirely occupied with William's fingers as they slowly move over my skin and mark me. I can't help but feel like I'm borderline insane thinking that this was a huge blunder. Where else can you find sex as amazing as this? Are my best years behind me at age 26? Will I never find another guy who can make me feel the way he does?

William won't let me join them. Never even once. Time and time again, he pushes me to the brink before gently pulling me back. By the end of the movie, I'm trembling so badly that he has to hold me in place by pinning me to his lap. He makes a gentle arc over my clit as the credits roll and my surname disappears. That's a good comment, girl.

I snarled, "Fuck you," under my breath.

How about I give it a kiss and see if that helps?

Almost yell at him to "fuck off," as it were. I'm so precariously balanced that even a little wind may send me tumbling. But I don't want to sacrifice my nose for his lips. "Yes."

"Yes."

My face is on fire, but I'm too far gone to notice. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Get me in your face and see what happens.

In a loud exhale, he lets out his breath. "You filthy, filthy little pig. I take it you want me to take care of everything.

"What?"

William has already gotten up, moved me off his lap, grabbed a cushion, and reclined on the ottoman with his head facing the windows along the wall that overlook the backyard. His brow raises in a curious way. To insert one's tongue into one's cunt: "You want my tongue in your cunt? Come on over and jump on my face for a while.

As quickly as I can, I make my way to his chest and he raises me up to straddle his face, but I can hardly breathe the whole time. This is the ideal position for his head thanks to the cushion. Unfortunately, he doesn't just let me go free. "Above you."

I follow orders and am shocked. The glass surfaces serve as mirrors, allowing us to see our reflection. His big hands are on my hips, and I can feel his head between my thighs. And me. I can see myself in my entirety. My hair was twisted in a manner that only fucking could have done it; my waist was narrow and my breasts were red. This is how my sneaky face usually looks.

Do you enjoy how you appear with your father's head tucked in between your legs?

To which I respond, "Yes," in a low voice. I make eye contact with him on the floor. I like it even more when your tongue is on my pussy. To wit: In order to get my phone, I pull away from him for a moment. Riding on his top chest gives me a sense of freedom and invulnerability. In response, I pick up my phone and push the button. In other words, Daddy, lick my pussy. Please."

While he drags his tongue over me and parts my pussy with his thumbs, he looks directly into the camera. I pause the recording to snap a photo. I can't believe how dirty it is. It's not only that his lips is in such close proximity to such a sensitive area of mine; it's also the expression in his eyes. That this is just the beginning of all the horrible things he plans to do to me.

William picks up the phone and hurls it onto the sofa. With a glare, I look at you. "Hey!"

"There you go again, relying on me to take care of everything," she said. He slaps me on the thigh. "I need to shut my big mouth, Lisa. Give it a good, rough ride, and I'll give you my cock back.

The suspense has gone on for too long. Very little time remains for me to savor this experience before I must depart. When I start to put some serious pressure on William's mouth, he meets me there, pushing his tongue deep inside me as if he wants to lick up every last drop of my orgasm. I collapse, but nobody is gentle with me this time. He grabs me in his strong arms and carries me off to his room. Before the door is even closed, he has me on the bed and his mouth is on mine.

I make an aggressive motion towards his shirt. You have on far too many garments.

"Relax and stretch out your legs."

I comply without delay. Of course I've seen William without his shirt. Over the past two summers, he's spent almost as much time in his pool as I have. In terms of physical fitness, he easily surpasses Jeremy. William has put in the time and effort to develop those defined muscle lines, and it shows. The moment he undies me, I feel like I'm going to pass out. Even though I've felt his cock in me, seeing it without any of his clothes to hide it makes it seem even bigger.

Now that he's high, he crawls back onto the bed and nestles in between my thighs for a long, passionate kiss. The moment I try to encircle his waist with my legs, he yanks them apart once more.

I just stare at him blankly, hating the space even between us. I really need you.

"You have me." But he's got a strange sort of look on his face, dark and possessive. William leans back and takes his cock in his hand. We both watch as he circles the head over my clit. "That feels good doesn't it, baby girl."

I groan "yes" in agreement. I'm struggling to keep my eyes open. My heart feels like it's about to explode and my legs feel like they're going to give out. All much happiness in such a short amount of time is making me feel as if I could have an out-of-body experience. This might explain why I don't immediately see that he's sunk his cock to drag between my creases. His eyes rove up and down my body as his huge head cuts me in two with each stroke.

The underside of my lip is always being nibbled. To paraphrase, "We shouldn't. One of us has to go get a condom. But it comes across more as a question than a statement. Basically, I want him to ignore me so that we may be oh so horrible together. Reckless. What a careless jackass. I couldn't give a crap. You can't stop doing it because it feels so fantastic.

Yes, you have a point. However, he continues to drag himself around my clit and then back down again. This time, however, his big a$$ is in the way of my exit. "Your pussy is so hungry, it's disgusting. Almost irresistibly, you draw me in.

I lower my hand, running it over my perspiration-soaked stomach, to the point where the top of his cock is nearly, almost within me. I squeeze my fingers around his head in a V shape, dragging them over my pustule-filled lips.

Jesus fuck, he mutters.

There is no way we should do this. Still, I find myself doing it again. Just saying that isn't good enough. The amount is insufficient. I guide him into me ever-so-slightly by pressing my fingers on each side of his cock and lifting my hips. "If it's just this, then it doesn't really matter, does it?"

"Little daughter, baby." His tone has returned to one of menace. Put simply: "You're going to have it for the next three days if you allow my cock inside without a condom. I want to saturate you to the point of leaking come. Verify that this is indeed what you want for.

In contrast, Daddy... You warned us not to do it. In fact, I'm having trouble breathing right now. He keeps sinking his cock further and deeper into my pussy, and I can't stop stroking it. Just the top, just the point, and I can't turn back now. While he remains completely motionless, I rotate my body and fuck that area. I grab his collar and direct him to go around my clit once more before guiding him back down to get in closer. Add a little extra to it this time. Not even one inch. Then I stepped outside and climbed up over my clit. Over and over, digging his hole deeper each time. Playing with his feelings. They were trying to entice him.

When his cock is about halfway inside me, he pulls back. "Lisa, I'm at my wit's end with you."

I mutter, "Take a look at us." "I can't believe how thin you make me and how drenched I get." I do a hip roll. Do you want to finish?

"No, sweetie. I don't feel like stopping. But he keeps looking at his cock in my pussy as though the sight were torturing him, and he still won't budge. William's eyes have been opened at last. Carefulness is advised. If you keep being such a model little slut, I may have to keep you.

He never gives me a chance to respond or even process what he's saying. It's as simple as him ramming his cock inside me to finish the job. Once. Twice. Now for the third time. Suddenly, he's gone, having flipped me onto my stomach like I'm a doll made for his enjoyment and his pleasure alone. He lifts my thighs into the air, and suddenly he's back within me, smothering all sense of propriety.

When William's hand touches the mattress, his right hand slides down my stomach and presses on my clit. This is the kind of thing I should share with my spoiled brat of a kid. Make him see how you like to get fucked. Put on display for him something which he can never again hope to get.

Jeremy could feel horrible if he saw the film of me on his dad's cock, so maybe I shouldn't feel too good about it. I don't. It gives me an intense feeling of happiness that verges on fury. And it seems like William is experiencing the same thing. He presses harder, causing me to grit my teeth on his hand. "That can't be his pussy, can it?"

"No," I exclaim in shock.