"Mmm, baby your twat juice is amazing," he murmured against my folds. "I love when you gush into my mouth."
And with his tongue, he lapped at my hole, collecting as much cream as possible before pushing it backwards to my ass.
"Oh!" I shrieked. It felt so good to have a man there, his tongue touching my asshole, rimming my sweet ring, making it wink and pucker delightfully. And Drake merely laughed deep in his chest, pushing me back until I sat on the seat in the shower, taking a thigh in each big hand and lifting my legs until my feet were balanced on the edge of the ledge, my pussy and ass exposed to his gaze.
And he stared at me, the pink flesh vibrating still, little shocks occasionally running through my cunt, my clit still hard and erect.
"Fuck," he groaned before diving in again, licking every square inch of real estate, circling my back hole before coming up to my pussy again to pick up some cream before spreading it to my ass.
Finally satisfied that I was sufficiently lubed, Drake knelt in front of me, his dick erect, pulsing and dripping at the tip, ten inches of ecstasy at full attention.
"Baby, Daddy's gonna get his cock wet in you," he ground out as he pressed into my cunny.
And with a gasp and a shriek, Drake was buried to the balls in me again. I was sore, so sore, but it felt so good too, the tip of his shaft reaching almost to my throat.
"Yes Daddy, get yourself wet," I panted between gasps. "Oh, feels good."
And Drake did a couple strokes in me, letting me feel the massiveness of his dick, the length and girth so difficult for a recent virgin to accommodate. But I loved it, pulling my pussy lips wide to let him in, give him better access, savoring the deep slide of his penis.
"Yes," I murmured, my eyes closed, "Yes."
But Drake pulled out all the way then, dick dripping with a gleam in his eyes, and pointed his cock at my back hole.
"Daddy's gonna take your ass cherry too," he said silkily before pressing against the ring.
By now, I gushing between my legs again but that big penis still had me on edge.
"Daddy," I breathed even as he leaned forwards, increasing the pressure on my ass. "I'm not sure if I can, you're so big," I whispered hesitantly, shifting uncomfortably. It was all so soon, I wasn't sure if I could do it.
But Drake merely increased the pressure with his hips, pulling my butt forward even more to give himself better leverage and placed a soft kiss against my lips.
"Baby, you can do it," he rumbled. "You're Daddy's little girl."
And with that my sphincter popped and his cock slid all the way up my ass, the penetration so deep, so consuming that my moan became a high-pitched whine, my body writhing under his as he burned up my insides, drilling me deep.
"Ohhh," was all I could manage, "Ohhh Daddy!"
And slowly, Drake began to rock his hips in and out while murmuring in my ear.
"Fuck baby, you feel so good, your ass is so tight, so dry still, Daddy loves it," he hummed against my jaw and the nasty words made my body crank up even higher, my pussy positively gushing now, the sweet cream running from my slit down to my ass, coating his cock as it moved in and out.
"Fuck baby, this looks so hot, look at us, look at my dick in your body, using you," he panted, and when I looked down, I saw how dirty, how nasty it was. My butt clung to him, squeezing him tight as he pushed in, winking whenever he left, desperate to get filled again.
"You're a butt slut, aren't you?" he whispered harshly, staring into my eyes, streaks of color slashed across his cheeks. "A little butt slut."
And I came then, I couldn't help it, the wickedness of our acts overwhelming me as a massive tidal wave ripped through my body.
"Oh!" I screamed, my pussy vibrating, shaking with tremors, both my cunt and asshole clamping and spasming with orgasm. "Oh Drake!"
And the big man came then as well, his balls high and tight, spraying ream after ream of hot jizz up my ass, so much that it overflowed and semen came oozing out between us. We watched as our bodies shook and heaved, the juices flowing, sprays of fluid mixing, our honey hot, wet and oh so sweet.
And after it was over, he stayed in me, dick still hard, my ass clenched around his pole. But there was so much semen, so much sperm that I was overfilling and had to let it out.
So with a small hand, I pulled my buttock down, grabbing one fleshy orb so that there was a bit of gape around his dick and sure enough, semen came spilling out, the white creamy ooze dripping wetly to the floor.
I said nothing, my eyes entranced as I witnessed the dirty sight, the puddle of goo forming on the floor. And Drake merely chuckled.
"You're my dirty virgin, Cleo," he whispered in my ear, softly palming a breast with his dick still inside. "My very own dirty virgin."
CHAPTER NINE
Cleo
Daddy and I have been going at it non-stop for two weeks now. After that special shower, I basically moved right into his suite although at first I was a little hesitant.
"Daddy, do you think it's okay?" I asked tentatively. "I mean, will Lorena mind?"
But Drake merely laughed, showing off those dark good looks before drawing me into his arms.
"Cleo, once again you know your mom and I haven't done anything in a long time. In fact," he said, a cloud descending over his brow, "I think she's been fucking the pool boy, what's his name?"
"Carlos?" I said in a small voice.
"Yeah," nodded the big man. "I mean, don't get me wrong, Lorena wouldn't dare do this openly in front of our neighbors. I'd never let her smear my name, be the cuckold. But seeing that I'm with you now," he breathed in my ear, "I don't give a fuck what she does."
And I'd giggled a little then.
"Are we together Daddy? Like together together?"
And Drake merely licked my earlobe, nuzzled my neck before a big hand crept down to my pussy, slowly stroking through my panties, making me moan and twist.
"You bet we're together together," he rumbled, testing my warmth while stretching out the tightness. "You bet your ass we are."
And I'd giggled again even as I moaned because everything was fair game with Drake now, my cunt, my mouth, my ass, everything had been filled with him many times over, his seed spilled from me everywhere. And the truth was that I loved it. I loved the sensation of hot white dripping down my thighs, swallowing his tangy concoction, smearing it into my breasts as a special type of lotion.
Who knows how long we would have gone on like this? Possibly forever, given how good it was, how satisfying.
But my mom hadn't forgotten her long-ago promise. On Friday we were at the breakfast table when she turned to me.
"Cleo, I'm looking forward to our girls' night out tonight," she remarked with a sly smile.
Drake looked over his paper, immediately suspicious. He had no idea that Mom had invited me to the Donkey Club a week ago.
"What's going on?" he frowned. "You've never shown interest in your daughter before," he growled at Lorena.
I looked up swiftly. It was unusual for Drake to acknowledge me so openly even though we were getting it on all the time. I was pretty sure that my mom knew I was living in her husband's quarters now, but there was no need to wave it in her face, no need for Daddy to be overly possessive at the breakfast table.
But my mom wasn't concerned at all.
"Oh Drake," trilled Lorena. "Dinner and a show are for old fogeys. Cleo and I have something exciting planned … girls' secret," she winked.
My stepdad frowned again. "Okay, well don't get too crazy. Cleo's got a lot on her plate," he said.
My mom smiled and nodded.
"Of course, Cleo's got college to plan for, applications and essays," she replied. "We'll be home before you know it," she promised. "Cleo," she reminded me. "Let's plan our outfits for tonight. The City is special and we don't want to look passé."
What a funny comment since my mom has never looked passé in her life. She was all sizzling curves, seductive smiles, oozing the charm of a worldly sophisticate. There was no way my mom would be ever be caught in something last season, much less old-fashioned and outdated.
So I just rolled my eyes, shooting a sweet smile at Drake before leaving with my mom to select an outfit for the night. And it was a good thing because my mom's idea of appropriate attire was completely different from mine. She'd referred to the Donkey Club as a gentlemen's establishment, so I figured something elegant, sexy without being revealing was appropriate. I held out a cocktail dress, a royal blue number, the hem coming down to my knees. It was sophisticated without being overly conservative, perfect for some mother/daughter time.
"How about this, Ma?" I asked, holding it up to my chest. "Understated and classy, perfect right?"