Part 5, My Bedroom

"Oh god!" I cried out as Marisa's tongue flicked rapidly at the little nub in my dripping wet pussy. She said it was my clit, but all I cared about right now what how incredible it made me feel. "Oh god!" I cried out again.

"Be quiet!" She paused only briefly to whisper hoarsely up at me diving right back into my hungry little pussy.

"I'm sorry, it just, oh god, it feels so good!" I moaned throatily and she giggled, flicking a pair of fingers up and down around my little hole.

Marisa had come over after school to hang out until band. She plays the flute. When I'd told her about what happened in Mr Borneaz's office, she sounded less shocked or suprised than sad. She said it was unfair that here I was sucking all the cock in school, but no one had stuck one in me. I blushed, more shy about my virginity than sucking two teacher's dicks, and confessed that no one had ever stuck one in me. When she found out no one had even gone down on me, she decided she had to hook me up with a guy she knew. Then, when she found out I'd never even played with myself, she decided it couldn't wait. She had to do it.

So she kissed me, she really kissed me. I mean, a few boys have kissed me, but they didn't really know what they were doing. Marisa clearly did. Her tongue danced so playfully with mine I didn't even realize she was taking off my clothes until she stopped to pull my shirt over my head, and then I was naked.

When she started on my breasts, it felt as good as Mr Borneaz. When she kissed my nipples, it felt even better. I gasped as I felt that now-familiar wetness between my thighs. She smiled up from my nipple as her fingers felt the wetness too.

It wasn't long before I was on my back, legs spread wide, and she was on her knees on the side of my bed, her tongue lapping hungrily at my smooth little pussy, pausing only briefly for breaths and to tell me some other naughty thing I should see, or hear about, or try. Everything just sounded so good with her between my legs. I moaned again.

"Hush, cutie!" She giggled, her fingers massaging my slippery clit. She spread them, pulling open my lips and leaned in to start again. Then she paused. "Hey, sweetie," She whispered, her fingers pulling me open further as she looked confusedly at my pussy.

"Marisa, don't stop, why are you stopping?" I looked down at her between my thighs and she narrowed her eyes up at me, cracking a grin.

"You said you were a virgin." She asked distractedly, spinning around and rummaging through her backpack.

"Ya, I've never had sex." I nodded, and she turned back, one of those little hex bug toys in her hand. You know the ones, the nano ones, that wiggle around in the little tracks.

"What I mean is…" She grinned, weirdly slobbering on the bug before climbing back up between my thighs. I squirmed uncomfortably as she slipped the little toy inside me. "You don't have your cherry!" She laughed as she flipped the switch on the bug inside me, the gentle buzz shooting an electric blue feeling through me as I cried out again.

"Oh, Marisa, that's wonderful!" I moaned as I felt my whole body tighten around her toy.

"What's wonderful?" Marisa's bug kept on as she shot back from between my legs. I pried my eyes open between soft moans of pleasure to see my father standing in the now-open doorway. "Marisa, I think it's time for you to go home."

Marisa threw me a terrified glance as I bolted upright, snapping my legs together, which just managed to intesify the pulses starting to shoot up my spine.

"Daddy!" I covered my bare chest as he gave me a steely look. I bit my lip, feeling my hips twisting of their own accord.

"Please don't tell my parents!" Marisa pleaded, "We were just…"

He held up his hand, "I understand. I was your age once." He stepped out of the door. "Just go before I change my mind." He raised his eyebrows meaningfully and Marisa gave me a fretful look. "Lexi and I need to have a talk."

"Thank you Mr Forrel." She said, grabbing her bag and running out the door. My father closed it as soon as she was gone and sat next to me on the bed.

"Mmmm…" I sighed softly in the silence, naked and curled up on my bed next to my father, my pussy pumping on what was seconds ago just a silly little toy.

"Daddy, I…" I started, but he held up his hand.

"Muffin, you're…" He started, too. Then he looked at me, my eyes practically glazng over. That's when he heard it. He cocked his head to the side and looked at my crotch as I sighed again. He inadvertantly knocked me over with a feather-light touch, and I lay on my back, my legs falling open just as easily.

He paused, staring down at my wet, nearly convulsing pussy. Then, without a word, he leaned in, licked two fingers, and fished out Marisa's bug.

I cried out as I felt his fingers push into me almost as hard as when Marisa had first shoved the toy in. "No, daddy, don't…" I managed, my hips protesting as his deft fingers pulled the wonderful tickling away.

I lay on my back, aching for more, with only my father next to me. I heard the hum disappear. After a moment, he looked down at me. "Come here, muffin." He opened his arms.

"Daddy, I'm sorry…" I climbed naked onto his lap, throwing my arms around his neck, hunger in my eyes. I sat sidelong in his arms and he cradled me.

I wasn't stupid this time. I'd been stupid before, with Mr Palmer, and then again with Mr Borneaz, but this time, I felt it. I felt the stiff cock under my bare ass. I felt it grow harder, pressing into me and I looked up in my father's eyes.

"Sweetie, I…" He shifted his weight and I felt his cock slide out from under me to point straight up. Marisa had lit a fire between my thighs, and I realized with a blush that I suddenly wanted my father to put it out. "I was your age once. I never got caught, though, you really should try not to get caught doing this kind of thing. If your brother had gotten home before me, or if your mother had walked in here, especially if you were with a boy…" He coughed. "Erm, I mean, it's fine if you like girls, muffin, I understand, times are changing, it's a big world… you should just try to be more discrete about these things…"

"I don't like girls, daddy." I leaned back and pulled my leg awkwardly around, sliding my butt down between my father's thighs. "I like cock." I smiled at him, grabbing at the plain erection in his pants.

"Muffin, stop." He said, pulling my arm gently away.

"Remember when I was little and we used to take showers together?" He nodded, "Remember when I washed your penis, daddy? And it got hard and I didn't understand?"

"That's why we stopped showering together." I tried to reach down to his lap again and he pulled my hands away.

"I understand now, daddy." I smiled, sliding down to the floor and kneeling between his legs.

"Muffin…" He started as I unsnapped and unzipped him.

"I'm a big girl now, daddy," I whispered, and he fell back as I pulled off his pants, then his boxers, freeing his large, hard cock. I stood, pulling the pants off his legs, followed by the boxers, tossing them out my door. I climbed up on him and giggled as I slid the tip of his cock along my ass. "I want your cock inside me, daddy." I smiled down at him, propped up on one hand, the other fishing between my legs. "My hungry little pussy needs it, aches for it, please, daddy, please fill me up, please daddy, I need your cock…" I held the tip at the dripping wet openning between my thighs as I pleaded with him.

"Muffin, I can't…" His mouth started, but his eyes said otherwise.

I pressed my hips down, the tip of his hard cock shoving slowly into my wet, slippery pussy, and I felt the fire Marisa sparked burst into flame.

"Oh god, daddy, yes!" I cried out as he started to thrust his hips, driving his cock gently into me, each pump ever so slightly deeper than the last. My hips started pounding back of their own accord, and I heard him let out a groan as I pressed his cock nearly half it's length into me, as deep as I could get it. As gentle as he was, it felt so huge inside me, like it was pushing my pussy in two. But the two halves were on fire with pleasure.

"Oh, Alexis, oh god…" He murmured as I pounded my ass up and down on his cock, it plunging into my electrified pussy over and over again.

"Oh, fuck me daddy, fuck me, yes!" I cried out as a convulsion shook my body. "Oh fuck, yes!" I screamed.

"Oh, god, your mother will be home soon, oh fuck…" He muttered as I fell off him, the shockwave still running through me, up and down my spine, every fiber in my being tingling with sensation.

"Oh daddy… you make me feel so good, daddy…" I sighed, laying naked next to him as he sat up.

"I can't believe you just did that, muffin, I…" He paused, looking around my floor for his clothes.

I sat up, the grin on my face running all the way down to my soul. As his head turned back and forth, his still-stiff cock swung along with him. I crawled over to the edge of the bed and grabbed it, my hand sliding up and down its length, already slick with my juices.

"This has gone horrible wrong, I didn't mean to…" He looked down at me pleadingly. "I mean, your mother hasn't…" He closed his eyes as I closed my lips around the head of his cock. "Oh god…"

It had the same salty sweet taste as Mr Borneaz's fingers, the taste I knew was mine. I Savored it, sucking off every drop as I pumped his stiff cock. Soon his cock was dripping with my spit as my father stood, watching his dear, naked little muffin on her hands and knees on the bed, gobbling down his cock.

"I want to swallow your cum, daddy," I pulled off, pumping him with both hands as I climbed around off the bed, kneeling in front of him on the floor. "You were the first one inside my pussy," I ran my tongue around the head of his cock as he stood in shocked silence, "I want you to be the first one whose cum I eat."

"Oh, Alexis…" He sighed as I pushed my mouth back onto his cock. "Oh, god, Alexis…" I felt the fluid pulsing through his cock just as it had with Mr Palmer and Mr Borneaz, and I pulled back until just the tip of his dick was in my mouth, flitting my tongue around it like a lollipop. He groaned and I felt the hot cum fill my mouth, so much more than the other two. I tried to swallow, but it kept coming as I did, and some dribble out of the corner of my mouth. I slurped the head of his cock as I felt it quiver with one last spurt. I pulled it out of my mouth and used the tip to wipe up the lost dribble, licking it off with my tongue and swallowing it down too.

I stood, naked, the smell of his cum and my juices filling the air, and wrapped my arms around my father. "I love you daddy." I smiled up at him and he looked down at me.

He jumped as a door slammed downstairs. "That'll be your mother…" He looked around, "Where are my pants, muffin?"

I giggled, pointing behind him, and he smiled down at me. "You better get dressed, daddy, I don't want you to get in trouble with mom."

"I think you need to get some clothes on too, muffin." He smiled at me, pulling up his boxers, and I felt that warm feeling rise in my chest again, that wonderful feeling I felt with him inside me. "Do you want me to give you a ride to band practice?"

"You can give me a ride any time, daddy." I crossed to the closet and pulled out my band uniform, grinning at him as he tugged on his pants.

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