Unconditional Love Ch. 03

End it did however, when Erin stood up and bent over the edge of the bed with her fingers rubbing concentric circles on her clit. She pressed down firmly on the hood while she circled and occasionally put two fingers into her tight pussy to get herself ready for me. While she did so, I spread her ass apart with both hands and buried my tongue in it. I lapped away while she gasped and I got to watch her eyes go wide with surprise as she peered over her shoulder. This wasn't the first time I had done this, but it was not an everyday occurrence and always carried with it a certain intent on what was to come.

She came hard just then and juices started to rush from her now-blooming pussy. I stood straight up behind her and pressed myself against her cunt and she grabbed my cock with her hand and guided me into her. I started slow and measured (which she hated, but always loved the anticipation it built) and felt every inch and every ridge on the inside of her. She squeezed her pelvic muscles tightly and urged me on by rocking her hips back into mine with a little more speed and force. Taking the cue, I started fucking her more deeply with every stroke, until I was bottoming out in her each time I plunged forward. Now I proceeded with reckless abandon, oblivious to all the world and wanting only to hear her moan into her pillow while she came.

"Tell me. Tell me what to do," this was our code for her impending orgasm, so I breathlessly obliged.

"Cum for me. Cum for Daddy. Cum on my cock."

Erin swung her head around, her mouth forming a perfect circle, and her face went flush before my very eyes. I didn't stop my assault and she didn't stop cumming. After ten, eleven, maybe fifteen seconds she turned her head again and collapsed into her pillow, ass still up in the air. I pulled out, grabbed her intently with both hands and buried my face in her pussy. This time I just put my tongue inside her and ate to my heart's content. She gasped and shook, then begged me to stop and fuck her in the ass.

I stood bolt upright at the words and even more blood rushed into my dick. It was now straining so hard I could feel my heartbeat in it. I reached over to the nightstand where she had placed that little bottle of lube and began by applying some to my hands and rubbing them together to make the slippery substance nice and warm (nobody likes the shock of icy cold lube on their asshole, especially mid-coitus). After my hands started to warm up again I took one slick finger and began lightly pressing on the entrance to her ass with minimal pressure and maximum teasing. I would lightly insert the tip of my finger over and over so she could get used to the motion. Following that, I inserted my finger entirely, working it in very slowly while she adjusted to the strange but pleasant pressure. I pressed another finger into her alongside the first and began to slowly increase the speed with which I penetrated her sensitive opening.

Once the I had a good pace going, I took my other hand and inserted three fingers into her pussy. With those three fingers I searched for that wrinkled patch of skin just inside her vagina that was the key to making this whole process work. While I massaged her g-spot with a 'come hither' motion, she tensed up almost violently while I had those two fingers in her ass. I kept them there, unmoving, until her orgasm had passed and her asshole had relaxed nearly completely. Taking that as my cue, I stood up again and cleaned off my hands as best I could on the blanket covering the end of the bed. Satisfied that there was still enough moisture there, I rubbed some lube on my cock and lined it up with that delicate shade of pink between her two round cheeks. With very little effort and almost no resistance, I found that my cock slid snugly and smoothly into her ass. A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the bed told me that I had found purchase and could begin moving more rapidly at my leisure. I started out as before, taking my time, but rarely did this process last very long for either one of us, so I picked up the pace fairly quickly.

Pistoning rapidly into her hips and out again, it took no time at all for me reach the precipice of my orgasm and I sighed deeply to let her know. She was so tight and warm inside that I could hardly last very long. Erin turned her head and, with great effort, stuttered out a muted plea.

"Please cum for me Daddy. I want to feel it in my ass."

Needing no more coaxing than that, I felt the tension in my legs and the pressure in my balls subside and give way to a radiant feeling of warmth and relaxation everywhere below my waist. I couldn't stop cumming with that sensation enduring, so when I finally did it was like someone just turned out the lights. I went from struggling and straining to docile and sated in the blink of an eye.

With the two of us just thoroughly deflated, we shifted positions and the pillow talk began.

"So how was that, Daddy?"

My labored breathing made a reply tough.

"That was - unbelievably wonderful."

"I thought you'd like that. Happy vacation."

She punctuated those words with a kiss on my forehead and her breathing in my scent deeply. She sat up and moved gingerly toward the bathroom just off her bedroom. I imagine that kind of action would make my muscles pretty stiff too. Once inside, she threw on the light and began her post-sex ablutions.

Outside in the hallway, I heard someone talk in a rather hushed tone and a reply in kind. I got my clothes back on, reached into Erin's dresser and sprayed some perfume in the room to take the edge off the smell in case anyone started knocking. I waited, listening closely to any action in the hallway. Once I was convinced the coast was clear, I slunk off to my bedroom quietly and arrived just to collapse in a heap. If we had gotten away with all that it was only just, so I counted my blessings while I tried to nod off. While waiting for sleep to overtake me, images of my gorgeous girlfriend and her enchanting (if wounded) sister danced in my head.

The time was coming where I would likely have to make a choice between living with our secret or living a life that didn't feature all this tawdry running around. I would be happy either way I told myself, but lying to myself was clearly something I was becoming accustomed to.