Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(12)

But Mr. Martin chuckled deep in his throat as he watched, eyes alight.

"That's right," he rumbled, eyes glued to my cunt. "The young ones are  always so elastic, so bendable. Go lower, honey, lower, you're almost  there."

And with a soft sigh, I sank all the way down until my pussy dipped into  the saucer. The feel of the milk was shocking at first, cold and smooth  against my nether lips but it felt amazingly good, silky and sensuous,  making me drip even more.

"Ohhh!" I murmured, looking down between my legs, observing my own dirty  actions, the liquid white sluicing wetly around my cunt. "Oh!"

Because it felt so good, the cool milk running slickly through my folds  and crevices before beading at the lowest point and running off. And the  nastiness was so good, so fucking arousing. My pussy was overheated,  swollen and pink, steaming with desire, while the milk itself was like a  soothing stream on my tingling flesh.

"Ohhh!" I whispered again. It was obscene, the way my labia split so  widely, my huge clit pink and engorged, stiff and achy, waving in the  air, almost visibly pulsing with my heartbeat. And I dipped my hips once  more, dousing my cunt in the cream, before lifting myself again and  letting it run off, the white streaming smoothly, a beautiful waterfall.         

     



 

Mr. Martin couldn't get enough either because a strangled groan  interrupted my thoughts, penetrating into the haze of lust in my brain.

"Ohhhh fuck, baby girl, you look so good," he groaned, hand like a motor  on his dick now. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna come, gonna  come."

And just like that, he erupted right there in the kitchen, arc after arc  of sweet semen spurting from his dick, all over my breasts, my tummy,  sliding down to my pussy, coating my clit and nether lips.

"Ohhhh fuuuuuuuck!" he roared, still fisting his cock as his dick pumped  again and again, sweet blast after sweet blast of sperm erupting from  the massive pole, balls high and tight as he let go and lost control.  And I wanted it, wanted it all so bad. I stared, mesmerized, small hands  caressing my flesh as the cum landed on me, hot, gloopy, wet and so  virile, massaging it into my skin, stroking my nipples so they were  coated in the good stuff, smoothing the liquid across my belly, even  pushing some of it into my cunt, pressing my fingers oh so slightly into  my pussy so that I could sample the man's sperm in me.

And he saw me, saw how dirty I was, which only made him cum harder.

"Fuuuck!" he roared again, hips punching forward as his dick let out its  final blast, sailing through the air and dropping onto my curves,  marking me with his cum. It was so hot, so dirty and nasty, that I did  what any virgin would have done in my place. I too, came hard then,  pussy shivering and quaking, tremors ripping through my cunt, knees  shaking, belly quivering as I clenched and spasmed, jerking like a  tornado. That's right, the big man hadn't touched me, hadn't laid a hand  on me except for the hot arcs of semen that splashed against my skin  and yet I lost it completely.

"Mr. Martin!" I shrieked in the kitchen, the tiles echoing my cries.  "Ohhhh!" I squealed as my pussy contracted and spasmed again, almost  tipping over in my heels.

But he was on me in an instant, pulling me up, soothing me, kissing,  stroking as I barreled down the tracks at a hundred miles an hour, still  coated in his cum.

"Ohhhh!" I shrieked again, pressing myself against his chest, lost to  the world. And it was only after the tremors passed, after everything  subsided that I was able to open my eyes and look deep into his clear  blue ones.

"Was it good for you?" he rumbled in his chest, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.

And I nodded dumbly. Of course, the question had to be rhetorical. I'd  squealed and gasped, my pussy creaming wetly from the mere dirtiness of  the acts, his semen flying through the air to land on my curvy body. His  hands hadn't touched me at all, his penis hadn't found its way inside.  It'd just been the alpha male's proximity, the incredible awareness of  sharing the moment with him.

And the big man chuckled then, stroking his fingers through my hair.

"You're so sweet," he ground out low in his chest, eyes roving over my features as if drinking them in. "So, so sweet."

And it was then that we heard the toilet flush in another room. Oh shit!  It had to be Jonah, he was going to be here in a sec and I needed to  beat feet, escape before he found out. Going into panic mode, I grabbed  for my clothes, the panties, the discarded skirt, everything, thinking  I'd flee the scene as quick as possible.

But an iron hand descended on my wrist, stopping me.

"Where you going baby girl?" asked Rob calmly. Where was I going? To my  room before the big man's son came out and caught us naked, his dad's  semen all over my breasts and tummy. And why wasn't Rob getting dressed?  He was still naked, that dick tip dripping wetly, clearly just used,  yet he wasn't panicked at all. Instead, he looked at me calmly, smiling  that cool, assured grin again, totally in charge.

"Where you going?" he said again.

And I yanked my wrist this time.

"Come on," I whispered urgently. "Jonah's up! Didn't you hear the toilet  flush? We've got to get out of here, get clean, you're all over me,  your sperm, your semen," I gasped, eyes practically rolling in my head  now, I was so panicked.

But the big man shook his head.

"Naw, no reason to shower," he ground out. "I want my come on you all  day. I want you to go around with my semen caked on that beautiful body  so you have a reminder of what just happened."

I gawked at him, mouth hanging open and pausing, despite the urgent situation.

"You can't be serious," I whispered. "You can't be."

But the big man was totally serious, blue eyes sharp.

"Don't shower," he rumbled deep in his throat. "Put your clothes on and spend the day with my cum on your skin."         

     



 

And my mouth went dry, nipples hotly aroused once more. Because what  would it be like, walking around with his sperm smeared on my skin,  rubbed all over my body, on my breasts, my tummy, even on my swollen  cunt lips? Oh god, it made me wet all over again, how dirty he was, how I  was being drawn into a whirlpool of wicked fantasies, and how I loved  every second of it.

So nodding numbly, I did as told. Quickly, I pulled the turtleneck over  my shoulders, shielding my caked breasts, slipping the skirt on once  more to cover my virgin pussy. But as I moved to step into my panties,  Rob's big hand covered mine, pulling the cloth from my grasp.

"No baby," he said, that deep voice soothing, caressing my skin with its tones. "These are mine, they belong to me now."

And I colored hotly, cheeks going up in flame. Because just like last  night, they were caked in my goo, sopping wet and aromatic with the  smell of female cream.

"Hide it," I whispered beseechingly. "You know the smell is so strong,  our sex smell is still so strong in the air  … " my voice trailed off.

But the alpha male just winked.

"No worries honey, nothing that a little vent can't cure," and with  that, he strode over to the stove and turned on the hood, blasting it at  max. The air did seem to lighten somewhat, no longer as pungent, not as  heavy with the scent of cream and cum.

And at that moment, Jonah walked in, stretching, eyes bloodshot, looking a little worse for the wear.

"Hey," he grunted in my direction, sauntering over the kitchen tabletop and plopping down. "You're up early."

I blushed, tongue-tied. It was hard to think of anything to say so I  just murmured a quiet, "Good morning" back, without adding any extra.

But Jonah was on his own planet, head murky from a hangover and too muddled to really notice much.

"Bacon and eggs, huh?" he grunted. "This'll tide me over until it's  turkey time." And with that, he began devouring a plate like a starving  mouse. I guess hangovers will do that to you, will make your appetite  spike, drive your body to get some food in you to absorb the alcohol.

And I met Mr. Martin's eyes over the head of his son. Had that really  just happened? Had we really had a session, right here in the kitchen,  not five minutes before his son walked in?

But the big man winked at me, eyes gleaming, going back over to the  stove. Somehow he'd slipped into his clothes, so fast, so adept, with  none of the flustered air that surrounded me.

"Perfect, you're up Jonah," he said casually. "I was just about to fry more bacon, you want some?"

And Jonah nodded wordlessly, still chewing, ravenous after his hard night.

"Yeah, sounds good," he grunted. "By the way Ally, did you have a good  time at the party? You disappeared and I couldn't find you. Figured you  got home okay, it's just two blocks away."

And I nodded dumbly. Oh god, how much he didn't know, how his dad and I  had practically just had sex, right here, right next to the stool he was  sitting on.