She whimpered then, too, turning her face to kiss me.
“Pull your legs back a little,” he instructed, and I did, feeling him aiming and moving forward, his cock sliding blissfully into my pussy. I wiggled happily, kissing Erica as he started to fuck me, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs.
“Ohhh yes,” I cried, rolling Erica’s nipples in my fingers, feeling her squirm on top of me. “Fuck me, baby!”
“You feel so good, Leah,” he gasped, looking down at Erica’s fingers moving through her swollen slit. She was fucking herself, too, sucking my tongue into her mouth as we all rocked together.
“Better than me, Daddy?” Erica murmured with a smile right against my mouth.
I pinched her nipples, making her squeal. “You’re so bad.”
“You’re both bad,” he groaned, thrusting harder into my pussy, making me arch and grind my clit against him. “Very, very bad.”
I gasped when his hand smacked my ass, then Erica’s, then mine again as he drove us both together toward the headboard, really working my pussy now, the wet slap of him against me filling the room.
“Oh god,” Erica moaned, her hand working between her legs. “Oh god, I’m gonna come again.”
“Good girl,” her father murmured, his eyes half-closed.
“I thought she was bad,” I teased, squirming when his hand came down on my ass again.
“Ohhhh my little pussy feels so good,” Erica moaned, bucking on top of me as she came, her belly undulating as the waves swept through her body.
“Your turn,” he said, and I felt his thumb against my clit, rubbing back and forth, teasing me toward orgasm. I tried to fight it, wanting the sweet swell of anticipation to go on and on, but his touch was practiced and skilled, making me moan in submission.
“Oh now,” I whimpered, my pussy already beginning to contract around his cock, getting ready for the real thing. It was coming. I could feel it building like some enormous tidal wave about to break through me, and he was determined to have it, rubbing and fucking me into oblivion.
“Come on, sweet baby,” he panted, his eyes meeting mine. “Come for me.”
I whimpered and knew I couldn’t resist. My body responded immediately, my climax pulsing through me in a hot, wet rhythm. My pussy grabbed his cock and held on, squeezing his thick length again and again and I arched underneath Erica, trying to press even more of him inside of me.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, giving me a few more strokes before pulling out of me and stroking it himself over Erica’s belly.
I watched as he grunted and thrust his cock through his fist, the first stream of cum jetting so far that it landed over Erica’s cheek and breast, making us both gasp with the force of it. The next spurt managed to make it to her navel, and he continued to stroke it, moaning as his cock still spewed hot, white fluid over her wet pussy that dripped down toward mine.
I stretched my tongue out, licking Erica’s cheek, sweeping through the wet splash of his cum as I made my way toward her mouth, kissing her, and we shared the taste of him together.
“You two…” he groaned, crawling over to the other side of the bed and collapsing. “Are going to kill me…”
Erica rolled off me, looking down at herself. “I’m going to go clean up.”
“Are you coming back to bed?” I watched her walk toward the bathroom.
She smiled over her shoulder, her eyes meeting mine. “That’s not my bed… it’s yours.”
His hand was moving over my hip, pulling me towards him, and I turned out the light and snuggled up close, hearing the shower start to run. I wondered what time it was, but my eyes were closed and I was asleep before I could even glance at the clock.
It was the phone that woke me. The bed was empty and the shower was running, and I reached for the phone on the night stand, but it stopped ringing when my hand touched it. I snuggled back under the covers, hugging my pillow in the early morning light. My chest felt so full with something, and I realized after a moment that I was happy, really happy. I smiled and closed my eyes, waiting for him to come back to bed.
“I’ve got to go out.” I turned toward the sound of his voice. He was already dressed and standing in the doorway. I realized that it must be Erica still in the shower.
“Awwww, it’s Sunday…” I turned over, pulling the covers aside and spreading my thighs a little. “Can’t you stay a little while?
He groaned. “I’ll be back in a flash, I promise.”
“Okay,” I sighed, parting my lips and showing him, slipping my fingers up and down my slit. “Maybe I’ll start without you…”
“Just don’t finish without me,” he said with a grin. “Be right back, okay?”
He shut the door and I sighed, my clit aching for attention again, even after our long, ecstatic night together. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him, felt him, and my whole body wanted him. I couldn’t believe I was in his bed, the same bed I had watched him stroke himself in-how long ago was it, now?
I could still see him, his cock in his hand, watching the screen. I wondered if he really had been thinking about me when he was watching that little dark-haired girl on the TV. Sliding down onto the floor, I reached under the bed for the box of videos, putting it up on the mattress and pulling off the top, realizing I’d grabbed the wrong one when I saw the family pictures inside.
There was Erica, blonde, blue-eyed little girl perfection, standing on a beach in a pink bikini and mugging for the camera. I flipped through, smiling as my fingers sifted through holidays, birthdays, and trips up north.
They were in no particular order, and Erica changed in age from newborn to teenager and back to toddler. Mr. Nolan grew a beard, a mustache, sideburns, gained a few pounds and lost them. There were a few photos of Erica’s mother when she was sick near the bottom of the box, her face so gaunt, and it made me sad to look at them. I was about to close up the box when I noticed an envelope stuck all the way at the bottom.
It was sealed, and I frowned, hesitating, but then I shrugged and opened it, expecting to find baby teeth or locks of hair. It was just more photographs.
Erica wasn’t in any of these, and Mr. and Mrs. Nolan looked very young. Maybe they were honeymoon photos? There were pictures of them kissing, laughing, and then I came to a picture that stopped me.
My mother? I frowned, peering closer. She was much younger, but it was definitely my mother with a beer in her hand and Mrs. Nolan in a short skirt pulled into her lap. I knew they’d been friends, of course. Flipping through the pictures, I found more of them together in what looked like some sort of cabin. The last picture was blurred, Mr. Nolan with his arm around them both. Who took that one? I wondered.
I heard the shower turn off and shoved the pictures back into the box and the box back under the bed. I grabbed my clothes and started getting dressed. I was pulling my t-shirt on when Erica opened the bathroom door.
“Whatcha doing?” she asked, standing naked in the doorway, towel-drying her hair.
“I’m gonna run to my house.” I pulled my hair out from under my collar.
“Get some of my stuff.”
Her eyes widened. “What about your mom?”
“I won’t see her,” I said with a wink and she gave me a knowing look. My room was on the bottom floor of our split-level, and I couldn’t count how many times I’d snuck in and out of my room after my parents were asleep, or when I was supposed to be grounded. “Be right back, okay?”
The walk to my house was short, but I checked all the windows in the back to make sure I didn’t see anyone before sliding my screen and window open. My room was untouched-clothes still all over the floor, my books strewn on my desk. I shoved those into my backpack and then grabbed a bag out of the closet, quietly emptying my drawers into it.