Chapter 4: Beth’s Dad Gives in to His Lust

I stood up and once again dropped my bikini top and bottoms as quickly as I could. I dropped to my knees and began rubbing his cock again through the denim of his shorts. He was getting a quite visible bulge now and from there way he was shifting in his seat it must have been getting uncomfortable. Guys have told me when it grows sometimes it needs to be “adjusted” in their clothes so I guess it was time to “adjust” Mr. Anderson’s cock. I unzipped his shorts and undid the snap at the top and reached in to grab his cock through his underwear. He didn’t move a muscle but I could hear his breathing quicken.

Taking his hand in mine, I pulled it up to my breast and held it against me. He didn’t squeeze it or do anything but then he didn’t pull away either. I smiled as I knew at that moment he was mine.

“Oh Kelly, why are you doing this?” he groaned, “Crap, what if Beth came in Here? For heaven’s sake, what if Marlene comes home early?”

“Trust me, Beth won’t be coming in,” I assured him, “and you know Mrs. Anderson has never left a bingo game early in her life!”

He started to say something else but by now I’d worked my way into his underwear and I held his hard warm cock in my hand. He was about average size which was perfectly fine with me. Big cocks were nice for fucking and small ones easier to suck but an average cock was good for both! I felt his hand press harder against my breast and his fingers began to work against my nipples almost instinctively. His hands were large and easily held my breasts in them.

“Oh god you are SO fucking gorgeous,” he moaned, “You’ve always been her sexiest friend.”

It was almost like he was saying it to himself more than to me and I recognized he was now in the next phase of my seduction schedule - rationalization. This was when the guy knew he shouldn’t be doing me but his little head was now taking over operations leaving his big head to seek an excuse as to why it relinquished control. I let go of his hand on my boobs and using both hands I was able to pull his underwear and shorts down far enough to free his cock. It was surrounded by thick, curly pubic hair and smelled of male musk yet it was nice and clean. I didn’t hesitate but instead went down on him, first running my tongue from the tip of his cock to the base and then back up the other side. I repeated it a couple of times and then took the whole head in my mouth and sucked as hard as I could on it, flicking my tongue against the hole at the tip.

“Oh my god!” he groaned louder this time, “That feels fucking incredible! ... oh yeah, suck it ... suck it just like that.”

Those last words were the ones I was waiting for. He was progressing quickly to the next step - capitulation, which meant he was giving in to his inner lust and desires.

As I sucked his cock, taking him first deep in my mouth until my face was buried in his coarse black pubic hair and then letting him out until just the tip was in my mouth. My tongue kept working all over him, especially under the ridge of his head and along the underside of his cock where I knew men went crazy.

He was playing with my boobs now, rubbing it and squeezing them, while his other hand moved to the top of me head and pushed me down on his cock. He didn’t press hard, just enough pressure to let me know he wanted me to take all of him in my mouth. Some men wanted their cocks licked more, others liked me to literally fuck their cock with my mouth where I bounced up and down on it letting it slide in and out. Then there were those like Mr. Anderson, guys who just wanted to watch me take as much of their dick into my mouth as I could.

“That’s it Kelly, suck it harder ... Mmmmmmm, take it all in your mouth ... oh yeah - just like that!”

He was getting more and more into it as his inhibitions crumbled like a stale Girl Scout cookie. I’ve learned over the years that nothing makes a man forget his morals and inhibitions like a good blowjob, not even a good fucking has the same effect. When I give head to a guy he can sit back and just enjoy it as I do all the work. I have heard some girls say they don’t like giving head because it makes them feel like a slave or prostitute because it gives too much control to the guy. My perception is completely the opposite. A man is never under my control so much as when I’m sucking his dick. I mean, think about it ... The most sensitive organ outside his body is his penis and when I blow him I have it between my teeth, giving me complete control over him! Like, how can that make me a slave? No - it makes ME the one in charge, the one in complete control of the situation; which is why I love to suck cock. OK, I enjoy doing it too but you know what I mean.

He was beginning to hump now, using his hips to thrust himself harder into my mouth. As the speed quickened I realized if I continued this way much longer he would cum and I wasn’t ready for him to do that yet. I could cheat with a teenage boy and get me a nice mouthful of cum and still get fucked, but when guy is Beth’s dad’s age he can never cum again anytime soon and I wanted him to fuck me so it left me with little option but to stop sucking him. I pulled my head off of his cock and went over to the couch where I lay with my back against the arm and put one foot up on the back of the couch and let the other hang over the edge, offering him a wide spread view of my shaved crotch. His eyes never left me as I looked at him and grinned like a little slut.

“Soooooo, do you like my little pussy Mr. Anderson?” I teased him as I rubbed myself slowly with one hand while I cupped my firm breast with the other. He wasn’t even pretending to protest anymore as he sat there and watched me intently. He was stroking his hard cock, slowly stroking himself and I wondered if he even realized he was doing it!

“Well? ... Are you going to just sit there or are you gonna lick my cunt?” I asked him seductively.

I saw his chest rise as he took a deep breath and rose from his chair. It was only a couple of steps and then he kneeled down next to the couch. Silently he put one hand on each of my thighs and then reached out with one hand to explore my bald pussy. His fingers gently touched me and he softly ran the tips of his fingers up and down around my pussy lips. He wasn’t actually touching my pussy yet it sent a tingling feeling through me. He looked up at me, as if he was seeking approval to continue. I smiled at him.

“It’s OK ... you can lick my cunt.”

His face was only inches away from my crotch now. He took in a deep breath and sighed, “Oh god you smell so sweet, ... God I love your pussy.”

He lowered down more until his tongue touched my skin just about my pussy and then he licked me with just the tip of his tongue. His fingers moved down and ran between my pussy lips, parting them and passing over my clit. I shuddered when he touched it and he continued down until his finger was pressing against my pussy hole opening. While he moved his tongue down to my clit he pushed his finger into me. When his tongue flicked over my clit I jumped and moaned.

“Oh yeah, lick me right there Mr. Anderson,” I whispered to him as little jolts like electricity erupted from my clit as he pressed harder with his tongue.

His finger was moving in and out of me, like he was fucking me with it. He moved his tongue down my pussy crack, licking my wet pussy hole and then back to my clit. Each time he reached my clit he would run his tongue around it and then press down with the flat of his tongue on it. While he was licking me lower his nose would press against my clit, keeping the pressure on it and pushing me closer and closer to my first orgasm.

I could feel myself drawing into myself, shutting out the rest of the world and focusing only on what he was doing to my wonderful pussy. The closer I got to my orgasm the more I would do this until finally it was like I was in another world consisting of nothing but me and my partner.

Suddenly that world exploded like a sun going nova. My entire body felt like it was on fire - a good feeling, intense and incredibly pleasurable. I felt my pussy release and then my pussy cum gushed out onto his face.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” I moaned, “I’m cumming! ... Oh God Mr. Anderson, I’m cumming!”

He kept licking me like a dog lapping water from a dish. I knew how good my pussy tasted when I came and he was trying to lick up every drop. My hips automatically thrust up against his face as my pussy begged for a cock to be in it. God I wanted to be fucked bad! He looked up at me when I finally settled down a bit and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer - I wanted his cock in me and I wanted it now.