Page 50 of Tizzy's Little Thanksgiving

Teresa giggled and rolled her eyes before parting her lips and sliding them over the head of his cock.

“God, that’s good.” His body trembled just a bit as she licked the length of his shaft, used her tongue to draw along the slit to taste his cream and then began to suck, her cheeks hollowing with every draw.

“That’s right, suck Daddy’s cock,” he encouraged as he continued to prepare her bottom for her next exam. “The wetter you make it, the easier it will slide into your tight little ass.”

His words caused her ministration to hitch but only for a brief moment before she began again. She swept her tongue over the thick vein on the underside of his dick before she concentrated on the head, thoroughly preparing the part that would first penetrate her virgin ass.

“It appears your mouth and throat are just fine. Let me go, sweet girl. I have another goal in mind to bathe with my cum.”

When she parted her lips, he pulled the plug from her ass and his cock from her mouth.

He stepped to the end of the table, tugged her down to the edge and barked at her to spread her naughty cheeks. She instantly obeyed, whimpering in need as she pulled her buttocks apart for him. Her Daddy didn’t hesitate to accept her invitation. Placing the head of his cock at her opening, she braced herself for the pain of having her ass fucked.

Ever so slowly, he began to push into her. “There aren’t many sights more beautiful than watching the tight hole of your ass surrendering to my cock for the first time.” His words again painting her a picture of what he was seeing.

“Oh, oh, Daddy,” she whimpered as he paused to allow her to adjust a moment before pushing forward again.

“You’ll take every inch.”

His growled demand had her shudder with the need to submit to the most primal act she could imagine. “Yes, yes, Sir,” she said, pushing her hips back toward his belly, helping to impale herself on his dick.

“Fuck! You’re so damn tight.” With a deeper growl, he gave a final thrust and sank to the hilt. She felt his balls slapping against her soaking wet pussy lips. “What a good girl, swallowing all of Daddy’s cock inside your sweet little ass.”

“I feel so… so full.” She was in awe that she’d actually accomplished what she’d considered impossible only a short time earlier.

“You’re not full yet.” Eddie reached down to slide two fingers into her pussy. At her gasp of unadulterated pleasure, he began to thrust into her ass and her pussy at the same time.

Nothing existed except the two of them in this moment of pure bliss. She forgot her fears, her thoughts of ruining anything evaporated as their bodies slapped together, the contraction of her bowel walls against the steel of his shaft and the sensation of her pussy clutching around his fingers, became her entire world.

“Come for me,” he demanded, rocking into her again. “I want to feel the velvet walls of your ass hugging my cock and your pussy squeezing my fingers as you come apart. Come for me, Tizzy.”

“Yes!” She reared up which had both his cock and his fingers driving deeper into the hot, slick recesses of her core. She threw her head back and screamed, “Daddy!” as she came apart, his free arm wrapped around her to keep her steady as he fucked her toward her third climax despite her cries that she couldn’t.

“Yes, you can. You will,” Eddie countered, using his thumb to press against her swollen clit that was pulsing with need. “Pull on your titties,” he demanded as his hands were too full to do so himself. “Pinch those nipples for me.”

Her face flushed with heat at the lewd demand and yet her hands lifted to her breasts, fingers plucking at her nipples as she writhed against him. “Daddy… Daddy… Daddy…” It was as if accepting so many different sensations reduced her ability to that of only being able to chant just the single word.

“Daddy has you. Daddy’s cock is up your ass, his fingers in your pussy, and he’s watching you pull on your titties. Can you come for me again, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she said, her body already tensing around his cock and fingers.

“Then come!” He drove hard and fast into her holes until she once again screamed as she imploded, this time, muscles clamping so tightly around his cock, he had no choice but to stop thrusting and she felt jet after jet of his semen filling her bowels with every pulse of her walls. When he was empty, he was breathing hard against her back, his legs shaking a bit with the force of his climax, his hand soaked with her own essence. Her head was thrown back against his chest and he bent to rest his forehead on top of her head.

“Did I pass?” she asked when their breathing had regulated a bit.

He chuckled and moved his lips to press a kiss to her head. “As your doctor, I declare you quite healthy, Miss Anderson,” he said before slipping his cock and fingers free.

Teresa couldn’t help but give a sight hiss of discomfort as well as a final quiver of her body as she realized the exam she’d dreaded was concluded. She might not have him much longer, but she would cherish and replay the memories of these moments for as long as she lived.

Stepping back, Eddie lifted and turned her to face him, cupping her face in his hands as she knelt up on the table. “And as your Doctor Daddy, I declare you extremely reactive to the proper stimulation, be it ass, pussy, clit or titties. You are the very picture of beautiful debauchery, my little Tizzy girl.”

“Daddy!” she said in mock indignation, giving his chest a little slap of her hand.

“Do you disagree?” Eddie’s lips curled up when she failed at keeping the look of satisfaction off her face.

She giggled and shook her head, auburn curls swaying down her back. “I choose not to answer because if I lie, my Daddy spanks me for real.” She smiled and reached up to pull his head down until she could whisper against his lips. “And I believe I much prefer funishment over punishment any day.”

Her dream Daddy mashed his lips against hers, letting her know with their kiss that he totally agreed.

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