Daddy’s Tongue Lathers Me Up, Making Me Squirt on the Spin Cycle
He loved showing me how to get squeaky clean
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Basket dumped over, my delicates filled the drum of the top-loading washer. Mom was at work. Cheryl was at cheerleading practice. Otis had a chess tournament. Our stepbrother’s shift as a paramedic was only halfway done.
Only wildcard was my stepfather. He owned his own contracting firm. Made his own hours.
He could be home right now, and I wouldn’t even know it.
“Fuck it.” I pulled my sundress over my head and tossed into the load. Tits bounced free as I slid my thong over my hips and dropped it in next.
Hands above me, fingers linked, I leaned back, pushing my full breasts to the ceiling. Hips forward, I widened my stance and easily slipped into my own version of a salute, leaned back yoga pose.
Long, low groan escaped me. Echoed around the laundry room.
“Ahem.” Abrupt, loud, clearing of a throat caught my attention. “I, umm, I didn’t know anyone else was home. Sorry.”
Frozen in the doorway, Jack, my stepfather, licked his lips as he stared at me, his workout clothes clutched in his fist. His hard labor-built body on display, my mouth watered.
My nipples pebbled. Pussy throbbed. I stood upright, gaze traveling the length of his body, stopping at his thick, hard cock.
Arousal dripped down my thighs. Smell of my pussy filled the room. His nostrils flared. Eyes dark with lust. His fingers clenched, nails digging into his palms.
“Fuck.” My eyes snapped to his. “We can’t do this, Jack.”
He dropped the clothes and his eyes, drinking in my nakedness. I felt his perusal and approval.
Breasts heavy. Chest heaving. I wanted to tell him no. Needed to push past him. Had to deny him… and me.
But I couldn’t.
Not when his hands settled on my hips. His forehead rested on mine. Hot, choppy breath mixed with mine. Lips rested against my own.
Our eyes met as my fingers trailed down his firm chest. Dilated with desire, we stared one another down.
His fingers tightened on my hips. My hands landed on his arms. Not a word was said, but we couldn’t have spoken any louder.
“We can, Penny.” He licked the seam of my lips, pressing between them with my gasp. “And we are.”
Arms around my back, he pulled me to him. One hand squeezed my heart-shaped ass. The other grabbed my neck, holding me to him. His hard cock nestled between my wet folds.
And he kissed me. Hard. Demanding. Needy. Passionate.
Greedy. So. Fucking. Greedy.
“Jack. Oh, Jack.” Who was I kidding? I loved it when he was greedy. “That feels so good.” I slid my hands down his chest and around to his ass, fingernails leaving red crescents in his taut cheeks. “You feel so good.”
I couldn’t resist him. Didn’t want to resist him.
And he knew it.
He lifted me up onto the washer, dragged my ass to the edge, and kneeled before me. A kiss to my knee, and he licked his way up my thigh to the dripping pussy waiting for him.
Wet as fuck. For him. Like always. I was so screwed.
Hands bracing me, I lifted my hips, pushing my pussy into his mouth. He swiped his tongue through my wet folds, and my head dropped back, a long keening moan tearing out of me.
He lapped at my cunt. Licked my clit. Drove me near insane as he moved faster, gained momentum.
Fingers tangled in his hair, I moved him where I wanted him. Held him to my core as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked me into his mouth. Dug my heels into his shoulder blades.
Panted out his name, “JackJackJackJackJackJack,” in a breathless, ecstatic rhythm.
His hands snaked up my back, holding me as I sat bolt upright, tugging his hair. Rumble of his grunt shuddering through my cunt. Only sound in the room louder than his gulping down of my juices was the drum of the washer swishing the clothes around.
I slumped down, my chin resting on the top of his head, his lips caressing my hip.
“Fuck,” aftershocks quaked through me, “that was amazing.”
On his knees, Jack looked up at me. I brushed the hair from his face. Smiled softly. Kissed his forehead.
Front door slammed. A woman’s voice called his name.
Jack jumped to his feet. I hopped to the floor.
Heels click-clacked across the kitchen tiles. Bag dropped to the floor. Fridge opened.
He turned to me, kissed me. Hard. “We’re not done, baby girl. You owe me a good cock cleaning.”
“Inside and out, Daddy,” I giggled, loving the thought of sucking his cock clean.
He opened the laundry room door and stepped into the hallway. I could hear the conversation from where I leaned against the washer. I opened the door with a grin that widened while I watched Cheryl try to claim my man.
“Hey, Jack.” Cheryl, my college sophomore sister, ran her hands up his bare chest to his shoulders. “Mom’s working a double today. Everyone else is out. We could have some fun.”
Jack, to his credit, kept his hands at his sides. We’d been lovers for a few months now, saying no, then yes, as we fought our mutual desire. He told me Cheryl kept making moves on him, and that he wasn’t interested.
I settled in to watch the show.
She leaned up, wrapped her arms around his neck, and laid her lips to his. Her tongue licked up the seam of his lips. He stayed stoic. She pushed, demanding entry. He shook his head, pulled her hands down and stepped back.
She licked her lips, an odd look on her face. Her eyes snapped to his, narrowed, then spied me.
Hand on his shoulder, I kissed his cheek as he put one arm around my waist.
I giggled as her eyes widened, traveling down both mine and Jack’s naked, still glistening, bodies. Understanding dawned.
Trembling fingers touched her lips. Face paled. She gulped. Looked nauseous, then anger set in.
Giggle turned to evil laughter. Three years younger, she’d always thought herself the better woman. Now she knew who was better, right down to the spicy, honeyed taste of my pussy.
“I do taste delicious, don’t I, baby sis?”
