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“Was he really big?” Erica murmured as I neared her pussy. I could smell her and it made me heady. I nodded, kissing her lips, tickling them with my tongue, tasting her. “Bigger than Bobby?” she asked.

I shrugged one shoulder. “I don’t know… how big was he?” She showed me with her hands and I smiled. “Oh, much bigger. Almost as big as your vibrator, actually…”

Her eyes widened. “Get it.” She nodded toward her dresser.

I did, bringing it back and wrapping my fingers around the base. “He’s probably this big.”

“How did it feel, going inside of you?” She reached for it and started to rub it up and down her slit when I handed it to her.

“Good.” I stretched out between her legs and watched her part her lips with the head, sliding it slowly inside. “Really…. really… good.”

“Tell me,” she whispered, her eyes half closed as she looked down at me.

“But…” I hesitated. “Are you sure? It’s your dad.”

“I know,” she moaned, starting to fuck herself, the vibrator making a wet sound as it pressed into her and came back out again. “Tell me…”

“What do you want to know?” I leaned in and kissed her clit, making her squirm.

“Everything…” she murmured, fucking herself faster. “Oh god…”

“He was gentle the first time.” I wet my fingers and rubbed at her clit. “But the time we did it at the movies…”

“The movies!” Erica gasped, stopping to stare at me.

I nodded, flushing. “When we both went to the bathroom?”

“I knew it,” she whispered, pushing the cock deep into her with a moan.

“That time he just took me…” I rubbed her clit faster, loving the look of pleasure on her face. “He put me on the bathroom counter and licked me…

made me come so hard…”

“Oh god,” she cried, twisting the cock in her pussy. “Yes… tell me…”

“Then he bent me over the sink.” I feathered kisses over her clit as I rubbed it. She was squirming and moaning, her breath coming faster. “And he shoved that big, hard dick between my legs… hard… right into my wet little cunt…” Erica gasped at my words, working the cock so hard between her lips that it made a fast, wet squelching noise as she fucked herself. “And then he fucked me.” I flicked my tongue over her clit. “He fucked me so hard I could barely stand up…”

“Oh yes,” she moaned, her eyes closed, completely lost now. I could tell she was close, her whole body was tense, her thighs trembling.

“Oh Daddy, yes, fuck me,” she moaned out loud, and I’m not sure she was aware of what she’d said, but a noise from the doorway drew my attention and I knew then that I wasn’t the only one who had heard her.

My eyes widened when I saw Mr. Nolan as I peered over Erica’s shoulder through the half-open door. His fist was wrapped around his cock, moving up and down the shaft. The sight of it made my pussy tingle and when my eyes met his, I saw the lust in them.

“Did he come all over you?” Erica quivered as she fucked herself, and I knew now, we both knew, that she was imagining her father’s own cock. The thought shocked and aroused me, and it clearly excited Mr. Nolan.

I leaned in and licked her clit for a moment, my eyes on his, and he watched with an almost pained expression, his mouth open, his hand a blur up and down his shaft. When I lifted my head, glancing from Erica to her father, he put a finger to his lips and I gave him a nod, something imperceptible.

“When he was about to come,” I went on, now telling them both and tickling her clit with my tongue as I rubbed her, pulling the hood back to touch the little bud directly. “I got down and sucked him and swallowed it all…” That was it-Erica moaned, bucking her hips. “I’m coming, oh yes, Daddy, I’m coming!” I latched onto her clit, sucking and licking as she came, feeling the tremble and quaver in her pussy. Through the doorway, I could see him coming, too, his cock exploding with it. He pointed the red, swollen tip toward his belly and it burst upward like a geyser, spilling down his hand in white hot rivers.

“I love the taste of his cum,” I murmured, kissing her clit and making her shiver. Her hands moved through my hair and I looked up at her with a smile. I whispered the words, even though I felt a twinge of jealousy as I spoke them. “I bet you’d love it, too.”

Over her shoulder, I saw Mr. Nolan shaking his head, but there was a light in his eyes. He backed away from the door, into the shadows, and I wanted to go after him, but I knew I couldn’t.

Erica wiggled away, flushing even more red and biting her lip. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” I agreed, hearing the soft sound of a door closing as I snuggled up behind her and kissed her shoulder. “Let’s take a nap.” I listened for the sound of her drifting off, but it was a long time, I think, before either of us slept.

<p>Chapter Twelve</p>

“Patty, it’s Rob… she’s going to stay over here tonight.” I bit my cuticle and glanced nervously at Erica as I listened to Mr. Nolan talking to my mom on the phone in the kitchen.

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