Page 2 of Daddy's Best Friend’s Baby

Chapter Two

I can’t really wrap my head around the sensations. I have to tell you that I really love the fact that I’m still wearing the lingerie. Well, the panties are gone but the rest of the outfit is still on me. I just can’t really explain well enough how amazing it is to see my leg over his shoulder when my leg is covered by a sheer red stocking.

Well, I mean, it’s the fact that his lips and tongue are performing miracles at my pussy that makes the whole sexy stockinged leg matter, of course. It does matter, though. It sure as heck matters. Maybe I’m fixating on it but I’m a virgin, so I’m going to fixate on things, right?

Dang this feels so good!

I’m shocked at how good it feels. I mean, I mean I’ve always wanted to experience it but I never thought it would be so much better than when I touch myself or when I use my vibrator. I guess I thought it would be a lot like the times I’ve let boys rub me through me clothes while I’m giving them blowjobs.

Hey, that’s happened a lot because blowjobs are how I’ve kept myself a virgin. I wasn’t exactly saving myself for Brock but I wasn’t exactly not saving myself for him either. Yeah, that sounded really weird. What I’m trying to say is that I’ve fantasized a lot about being with Brock. I never really thought it would happen. And now, well, I mean, it’s not happening either. Not actually, right? It’s just oral, just fooling around.

How can I use the word just? It’s the best experience of my life. As his tongue moves up and down my slit and I see my leg on his back, I feel like I’m going to just explode. I mean, this is so intensely better than I ever imagined any sexual could feel for me.

And then it gets better.

Brock moves his mouth slightly upward and his lips close over my hooded little pleasure button. When that happens, I’m done for. His tongue flicks rapidly over my clit and I cry out, “Oh! Oh! Oh! I’m… I’m…” that’s it. I mean, it’s like my brain melts or something and I just can’t come up with the rest. The orgasm hits me and hits me hard.

It’s so powerful!

Just as his tongue on me exceeded all of my experience and all of my expectation, this orgasm drives me well beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before.

And then, Brock kisses me.

My mouth, I mean.

He kisses me and as he does, his cock slides right into my virgin pussy.

You’re not a virgin anymore, Hannah.

You’ve got a dick inside of you.

Your cherry is popped.

You’re…

I don’t know any other ways to describe it so I just start at the top again.

You’re not a virgin anymore, Hannah.

You’ve got a dick inside of you.

It’s so strange to have those thoughts running through my head at the moment because they’re all deep, powerful, and significant thoughts. However, even as I’m thinking those thoughts, I’m crying out, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” I don’t understand how in my head, I can think of this moment as almost solemn but I can act like a completely unbridled nympho at the same time.

Well, I guess that’s kind of how it is for any girl who loses her virginity and the sex is really good at the same time. I mean, what am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to say calmly, “This orgasm is quite satisfying and I am happy I’m having it but now I must ponder the remarkable significance of the sudden change of my status from innocent maid to sex-crazed slut.”

The thought almost has me giggling beneath Brock.

Brock.

You’ve got a dick inside of you.

You’ve got Brock’s dick inside of you!

Do you have any idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this? I mean, it’s kind of fair to say that every orgasm I’ve ever experienced came to me, at least in part, while I imagined this moment or, at least, moments like this with Brock. All of my imagination can’t compare to the real thing. Let me tell you something. I have a pretty damned powerful imagination.

But this is so much better. “Brock!” I cry. “Yes! Yes!”

How long can an orgasm last? This one seems like it’s been going on forever, and it feels like it’s just going to keep going. I don’t really have any real-world experience with orgasms when someone else is involved. I mean, I’ve given boys a number of orgasms using my mouth or my hands but nobody other than me has ever given me an orgasm.

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