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The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl.
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This erotic short story is part of The Great American Daddy Hunt: 50 States, 50 Daddies, 50 Weeks. A Sabbatical Sex Scorecard for a Rebellious College Girl. I hope your cock (or pussy) enjoys it!
Consciousness returned to Cassy in layers — first the earthy smell of canvas and sleeping bag, then the distant murmur of the nearby river, and finally the unmistakable sensation of something warm and wet between her thighs. Her blue eyes fluttered open to the dawn-filtered light inside the tent, her mind struggling to process the unfamiliar pleasure rippling through her lower body. Dale's silver-flecked head bobbed between her spread legs, his beard scratching deliciously against her inner thighs as his tongue explored places no mouth had ever touched before.
"Oh!" The sound escaped her lips before she could contain it, a small gasp of surprise that morphed into something deeper as Dale's tongue found a particularly sensitive spot.
Dale's eyes flicked up to meet hers, glinting with mischief in the dim light. His hands gripped her juicy thighs, pushing them further apart as he continued his oral exploration. The rough texture of his beard created an exquisite contrast to the soft, wet heat of his tongue — like sandpaper and silk working in tandem to awaken nerve endings she hadn't known existed.
Her hips bucked involuntarily against his face, her body responding to the building pressure with a mind of its own. Each lap of his experienced tongue against her waxed pussy sent jolts of electricity up her spine, sparking sensations that made her toes curl. This was nothing like the fumbling fingers of college boys or her own inexpert masturbating explorations — this was the practiced attention of an old man who knew exactly what he was doing with her college girl female flesh.
The morning chorus of birdsong outside the tent faded into background noise as Cassy's world narrowed to the point where Dale's mouth connected with her most intimate parts. Her hands fisted, knuckles whitening as she fought to anchor herself against the rising tide of pleasure. His tongue circled her 21-year-old swollen clit, then dipped lower to probe her entrance, then returned to that exquisitely sensitive bud in a rhythm that built something powerful inside her.
"You're delicious." His words vibrated against her slick flesh, the brief interruption of his mouth's work only heightening her anticipation for its return.
Pressure coiled in her lower belly, a spring winding tighter and tighter. Her breathing came in short, sharp gasps as the old man's tongue increased its pace, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thighs hard enough to leave marks. This was it — the edge of something she'd never experienced with a partner before, a precipice she was about to tumble over into blissful oblivion.
And then, with cruel abruptness, he stopped.
"What?" Her voice emerged breathless and confused as Dale lifted his head, his beard glistening with the evidence of her arousal. The building wave inside her crashed against a suddenly erected wall, pleasure receding like the tide, leaving her frustrated and wanting.
His grin carried none of her disappointment. Dale crawled up her body, his weight shifting the sleeping bag beneath them. He straddled her chest, his knees digging into the ground on either side of her torso, his imposing package dangling mere inches from her face. The musky scent of sleep and male arousal filled her nostrils as he positioned himself.
Dale's rough fingers tangled in her blonde hair, gathering it into a makeshift handle at the back of her head. "Time for your breakfast, college girl."
Breakfast Service: Swallowing Wisdom from Daddy's Protein Pump
He lifted her head slightly, guiding her mouth toward his engorged staff. The velvety head brushed against her lips, leaving a salty trace in its wake. Cassy parted her lips obediently, allowing him to slide his rigid manhood into the warm cavity of her mouth. The position gave him complete control — her head cradled in his hands, her body pinned beneath his weight.
"That's it. Show some enthusiasm for your morning meal." His hips pushed forward, forcing more of his old cock into her young mouth until she felt the tip nudge the back of her throat.
She focused on the techniques Vernon had taught her in Missouri — using her tongue to trace the underside of Dale's shaft, hollowing her cheeks to create suction, breathing carefully through her nose to avoid gagging. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head, gathering the slightly bitter fluid that leaked from the tip.
Dale's breathing quickened above her, his hands tightening in her hair as he established a rhythm, using her mouth with increasing urgency. "Good girl. Must be all that higher education."
His praise, condescending as it was, sent an unexpected flutter through her stomach. His powerful organ pulsed against her tongue as she worked, growing impossibly harder as she increased her efforts. The wet sounds of her ministrations filled the small tent, punctuated by the old man's increasingly ragged breathing.
"Here comes your protein shake, princess!" His entire body tensed, his brawny tool twitching against the roof of her mouth as the first spurt of warm, salty fluid hit the back of her throat.
Cassy fought against her gag reflex, focusing on swallowing the viscous substance as the old man emptied himself into her young mouth. Unlike her first experience with Vernon, she managed to contain it all, gulping down the bitter fluid until the pulsing subsided and Dale's grip on her hair relaxed.
He pulled back, his softening member slipping from between her lips, a strand of saliva briefly connecting them before breaking. "Now say thank you for your breakfast."
Cassy swallowed once more, clearing the last traces of his release from her mouth. "Thank you for breakfast, Daddy."
"Proper nutrition for a growing girl." Dale chuckled, reaching down to pat her cheek with condescending affection. "But I'm thinking you need more than one serving. Raymond and Gerald could use a good morning wake-up call, don't you think?"
Her brow furrowed slightly, the thought of crawling to the other tents and repeating this process twice more sending conflicting signals through her body — part revulsion, part excited curiosity. "You want me to..."
"Be a good little cocksucker. Go wake them up with that pretty mouth of yours." Dale shifted his weight off her chest, freeing her from beneath him. "On your hands and knees, just like that. Crawl over there like nature intended."