Page 14 of Education with Dad's Best Friend
“Don’t tell me you’ve never touched yourself there?”
She shakes her head. “I’ve never. But I put menthol over it after our last lesson, hoping the burning will go away. It only made it worse.”
Christ.“Listen, Elsie, here is what I want you to do,” I rasp. “Go to your bedroom.”
She shoves to her feet right away, getting off from the couch in the living room. As she walks toward her room, her phone rests next to her hip, giving me a profile of her cute bottom through her thin nightgown. I swallow.
She closes the door behind her and shows me her room. Her bed is covered with cheap but cute pink beddings.
“What do I do next?” she asks eagerly.
“Take off your gown.”
She puts down the phone, and I only see the ceiling. A moment later, she holds the phone in front of her, showing me the cute little globes I’ve missed so much. I unzip my pants right away and reach my junk, which is hard and thick.
She still has her panties on, but the sight turns me on nonetheless. She’s so perfect I want to gaze at her and get off, but I recall Elsie needs my help. So I say, summoning my diminishing language ability. “Get rid of your panties, Elsie, and lie down in bed. Hold up the phone to where I can see the place that aches.”
She does it promptly. I see her lovely pink petals, plump and drenched in her girly juice. My mouth waters, and I swallow a large gulp of saliva.
“You look delicious, Elsie,” I say, my voice barely audible.
She giggles.
“Now touch those wet petals for me, sweetheart, slowly, make sure you glide through every inch, from top to bottom, and rub your juice over.”
Soon I see her finger skimming along her glistening slit, cautiously, shyly.
She mewls. “Oh my God, Albert. This feels good. The ache, oh, it’s spreading. My whole tummy hurts, but I like it.”
I groan and fist my shaft up and down.
“Spread it wider for me to see, baby,” I demand in a rough voice.
“Okay,” she says obediently. She uses her thumb and forefinger to part her lips, letting me see every intricate detail of her feminine geography.
“You’re so fucking beautiful!” I say, my voice is trailing because all my blood is concentrated in my lower body part. If anyone asked me what one plus one was, I wouldn’t be able to answer it.
All I want is my cock in her enticing wet hole that’s oozing streams constantly, to claim it, to make it mine.
I must be grunting like a wild animal because Elsie asks in a wary voice, “Are you all right, Albert?”
I’m not.This time I don’t lie. I don’t even have the faculty to lie. “No, I’m not, baby. You’ve robbed me of my last bit of self-control and dignity.”
“I’m sorry, but what did I do?”
“It’s not your fault, baby. It’s just… I’m a sick bastard.”
Chapter 6
Elsie
My God. I’ve never known touching myself would bring such an amazing experience. Mom warned me a few times not to let any man touch me down there, so I thought it was bad. I don’t do it unless I’m showering.
But after Albert touched me and kissed me, I keep wondering about it and wanting to try. Now I’m glad. I can definitely get used to this.
These tiny, silky folds are turning on my whole body. That’s amazing.
“Now, Elsie,” Albert says over the phone. “Find that little nub on top? Press it for me.”
