Call me indecisive, but it was one of those situations, wasn’t it?
Meanwhile Daddy kept boning my cleft. And, taking a leaf out of my book, he was pressing my cheeks together, making a tight channel all of his own, fucking it and fucking it and fucking it.
I was cool with that. I’ve never had a particularly big booty but there’s always been enough to make a reasonably tight channel. And being fucked in it was cool; not quite as good as being fucked in my tit channel, of course, but close.
And it was Daddy doing the fucking; that made everything ten times better as far as I was concerned.
‘Oh yes,’ I repeated. ‘Oh yes oh yes.’
Then Daddy was shifting position again. Suddenly he wasn’t boning my cleft anymore. Thudding like crazy, my heart lurched. This was it. This was penetration time.
And it was, but not where I was expecting, half-hoping and half-fearing. Daddy was pussy-fucking me from behind after all, easing in and out almost effortlessly. I wailed in appreciation then wailed a whole lot more when he grabbed my tits.
As if wailing wasn’t enough I (rather predictably) started to cum. And once I’d started I couldn’t stop. It was yet another long chain of orgasms and I loved it.
‘Harder,’ I urged, ‘yes that’s it, that’s it. Right there and harder!’
I couldn’t begin to guess how often I climaxed but the number must have been awfully big. They got better and better as I went, too. My last one, coinciding with Daddy’s first in a while, many moons after my chain began linking together . . .
Well it was colossal. Afterwards Daddy had to fetch me my next glass of wine. I had rubber bands for legs and no sense of balance.
But fuck me, did I feel good!
Chapter Five
It turned out that Daddy had lent his season ticket to his buddy as part of the penthouse deal.
‘Cookie’s always been fond of United,’ he explained. ‘And I knew I’d be spending this weekend with you.’
I said that was the correct answer then, a tad tentatively, told him about my scheduled meeting with Mother.’
‘She’s up to something,’ he said immediately. ‘I bet it’s to do with the house.’
‘Have you seen your solicitor yet?’ I wondered.
‘No; I’ve been putting it off.’
‘Well let’s see what she says to me this afternoon. You can tell your brief all about it on Monday.’
By then it was mid-morning Saturday We were in bed together and had been awake for a couple of hours. And yes, by then I had got to watch his cock suffuse with blood and his foreskin retract on its own; I’d got to watch that happening on several occasions, if you must know, made visible by electric lamps and by daylight.
I honestly couldn’t watch that miracle often enough.
‘I just don’t trust her with you,’ Daddy went on, ignoring my hand as it burrowed beneath the sheets.
‘She’s hardly going to kidnap me and lock me in the cellar,’ I said. ‘And The Masons is in the middle of town. She’ll never get me home without someone seeing me struggling. Not unless she uses some of her winged monkeys to fly me there.’
Daddy didn’t seem to get that, even though he had heard my wicked witch references.