Riley and I stopped in the kitchen, and she gushed more to me "I can't wait, Daddy. Mr. D. You are SO good to us!" and kissing me one last time, her senses came back a little more refined, I think. "Holy crap, Mr. D. You're sweating like a mule!"
Indeed I was. I was covered with it. My cock now hung flaccid, thick from my exertions, and extended in front of me, and Riley's hand surrounded me warmly and squeezed. She found her robe and hung it thickly over her petite frame. "Better get that breakfast...Daddy." And with a huge smile, she went back to the dishes.
I found my shorts, T-Shirt, and re-dressed, sitting down now with a voracious appetite. The coffee hit the spot, and I was drying out, my loose clothes absorbing some of the wetness.
Again...my balls seemed primed. "can't be...", I exhaled slightly, amazed at their state, and Riley caught my words in mid air. "Can't be what, Mr. D? Can't be real? Did you ever think this would happen to you?" She turned around, and leaning her butt against the sink, her robe slightly parted, I could see her cleavage well, and just the hint of her woman-ness and that amazing red fur covering her own fertile valley.
"Actually, Riley, I was, well, just thinking on how good I feel at the moment."
"Endorphins, Stud?" she had a huge smile now. "Or maybe it's having 3 young ladies pretty much throw themselves at you?" This made me smile, and I returned the volley "it's just that this much in so little time normally wears me down, but...well..." and I moved my gaze from her form to my shorts when I spoke "I feel really...um...well..." I couldn't find the words, but Riley did.
"You feel virile, Mr. D. V-I-R-I-L." She spelled it out for emphasis, even if she spelled it wrong. College should fix that, I thought, and I smiled back in return. "I'm guessing you feel like a stud-horse in a barn full of mares, Mr. D. Think you can keep up?" Advancing towards me now, those delicate feet crossed the kitchen flooring, stretching each leg towards me, parting her gown, and giving me glimpses of her sex with each step "or does our big, strong, stud need a break?"
Riley poured me another cup of coffee, but it was all I could do to keep from staring at those wonderful orbs, now fully on display. She had no shame about her body. She wanted me to see it. She was peaking, in both her confidence, and her sexuality, and she was fully aware of the act of her display.
Riley kissed my cheeks, playfully, and brought her robe closed. Fuck, those breasts of her. So amazingly sexy, and I found myself wanting another look. Riley's mouth moved to my ear "You haven't finished your duties here, Mr. D...Stud...and her tongue licked inside my ear as her teeth softly nibbled my earlobe, and I'm not about to let you slack off on your duties." Her hand was over my cock now, still thick and distended, but not a full blown hard on.
"Tell you what, Mr. D." Your other kids aren't getting home until after school sports. That's what 6...7 pm? About the same time as Mrs. D. gets back. You take a few moments, and let me know when you're ready. Besides, I want to get in a run sometimes today myself." She turned back to the dishes, immersing her hands in the soapy water, picking up a plate.
"Now THAT'S a good girl, Ms. Riley" I responded, and standing up now, towering over her "and that's a good idea. I may just do the same thing myself, but first," and I stood and covered the few steps to her, pinning her to the sink's edge, preventing her from turning. "I want you to have a quick taste of what's to come, Riley", and lifting her robe, I exposed her firm buttocks, pressing the length of my shaft into the muscular crease.
"Oh...fuck...yes..Mr. D...please...can you?", Riley lowered her head, and pushed her cheeks out, the action causing her head to drop, her hands still inside the dishwater. I saw her lovely little flower blossom for me, all crinkly and darkened, just above her drooling honey pot.
Lowering myself to my knees, I continued "Of course I can...and I want a taste of my special little girl's treasures" as my tongue found her wetness and I extended it as deep as the angle would permit. Riley was taken a bit by surprise, and her whimpers let me know I had touched the right nerves. My hands spread her cheeks, and I nibbled at each labia, lapping up the womanly flow, savoring the musky, pheromone-lade smell of a woman in heat.
"Oh, my, Riley...ovulating, are we?" I could taste her fertility in the creamy pouring over my tongue.
"Mr. D...yes...just for you, Daddy...yes."
She pressed her ass back towards me to increase the pressure, but I relented, and moved my tongue up and over the tight blossom of her puckered ass, flattening it out, scraping the sensitive nerve endings.
"Shit...fuck...Mr. D...Yes...Daddy...oh, fuck...yes...again...more...fuck" Riley continued, my fingers playing with her clit now, dipping into the valley and exploring inside her, and my tongue swirling tight circles over and around her exposed hole. Riley's walls tightened on my fingers, and I felt the quiver just as the flow of liquid increased. She held her breath tight, contracted her stomach, and gasped for air in between light sighs of pleasure.
"I love you, my special Ms. Riley. I love you. I love all my good girls" and standing, I slowly, rubbed the head of my penis around her sex. I wasn't throbbing hard, but it was good enough to press home, stimulating her over her clit, and finally slipping back and up gently, I entered her heat, burying myself to my balls with a semi-erect cock. This wasn't meant for the deed yet, but I wanted her to know I hadn't forgotten about her womanly charms, and that her affections would always be returned in kind.
Slow, long strokes of my thickness probed her sensitive lining, and had the reaction of filling my tube slightly more, so that within a moment or two, I was hard enough to slide nearly out, examining the inflamed red head of my cock, and mentally comparing it to the color of her bush and her hair.
Hmmm...yum.
Riley's head was on her arms now, resting comfortably on the sink's edge, and the robe was bunched above her waist, making it look from the wrong angle, at least, like I was taking advantage of an oversize marshmallow, her legs to my side and her blazen-red hair the only indication that a human was captured inside the coverings.
Another stroke, and I was sufficiently engorged to bottom-out deep inside Riley, and she noticed. I could feel the head pressing into the wall of her uterus, but unlike the other girls, her cervix wasn't readily apparent to me. The sponginess pushed back at me, and my balls cringed up and forward, despite not having a lot to offer at the moment. This was, again, just a reminder to Riley that she was next, and I was going to become very familiar with her, inside and out.
Riley's tunnel squeezed me, softly, then gently, in that familiar rhythm of pre-orgasm, and I asked "Riley, would you like to give me a gift first...before you become the mother of my child?"
She was panting now. I could only imagine how pert her nipples had become, and my mind was remembering the feel of those amazing areola's spread out across my tongue. But I had stamina right now. I wasn't anywhere near cumming; there wasn't anything TO cum. That would be later. Right now, I wanted her to know how good we could feel together, and I wanted to control the Riley Orgasm show.
"Oh...OH...OH..FUCK...FUCK ME...Mr. D...FUCK ME...FUCK ME..FUCK MEEEEeeee..." and Riley was thrusting her pussy back onto my cock.
I literally had to shove my hips forward, again pinning her to the sink. Her hands left the water and moved to each edge of the sink, and her head flew up in response as she gasped "OH, MY GOD!" and then lost her voice. I was DEEP inside her now...my balls pressed warmly into her clit. She was thrusting up, down, back, anything to gain the orgasm, but I wrapped my left hand into her hair, removing the scrunchy, and used both hands to flow her delicious red mane onto her back. The term succubus and images of a ginger-headed femme fatale blended in my head with Riley's face and form, and my shaft surged at the naughtiness of her stealing my soul somehow in this, the most carnal of acts.
She was still panting "Mr. D...please...please...I need to cum so bad, Mr. D...please...Oh, My God, Mr. D...Daddy...let me cum, please...?"
