Stacy's Dad Has Got It Going On (13 page)

“My god,” Savannah said as she stared
down at it. “You could put your eye out with that thing.”

Eric knew exactly what he was doing.
Holding her breast with one hand, he licked that firm nipple before enclosing
it between his two lips. Savannah clawed his hair as a wicked sensation shot
through her core. The heat of his mouth sizzled against her cold flesh. It felt
like coming in out of the winter’s snow and plunging her hands into warm water.
Her skin was burning. The pleasure-pain made her want to kick her feet against
the coffee table, but she resisted. No sense in causing herself more injuries.

As Eric moved his head back and forth,
sucking all the while, he looked like he was giving her nipple a blow job. “Do
the other tit,” Savannah begged.

The ice cube had melted in Eric’s
palm, but he quickly grabbed another and repeated the sequence. “God, that
feels incredible,” Savannah sighed as he circled the new ice around her virgin
nipple. The cold was strangely tolerable. Savannah knew there was something
frozen dancing against her warm flesh, but it just didn’t feel as painful as it
could. In fact, until Eric lifted the ice away from her tit and blew cold air
against it, she didn’t feel cold at all.

Eric snatched her erect nipple between
his teeth and sucked. The heat of his mouth sent a surge of electricity
coursing through her body. Her pelvis tingled. It welcomed a tender caress or a
brutal invasion—whatever Eric was willing to give. A rush of juice soaked her
pussy lips. She was
so
ready for him.

Backing off Savannah’s nipple, Eric
held his ice against her belly. It melted fast, and when she looked down past
her tits, she got to watch as a stream of water spilled down her front. Running
through her pubic hair, those pure, clean droplets landed one after the next
against her engorged clit. When she gasped at the sensation of cool-on-hot,
Eric chuckled and kissed the curve of her breast. He slipped the ice down her
belly and over her pubic hair before lightly, lightly, lightly pressing the
melting cube to Savannah’s clit.

She bucked her hips forward at the
coldest feeling of cold she’d ever experienced. It was centralized in her pussy
lips as he slid the ice down one side and back up the other. The freezing
sensation along the outside of her pussy didn’t make her particularly cold
anywhere else—if anything, she felt hot with her terrycloth robe still hanging
over her shoulders. Her cheeks felt flushed. Her neck was hot. Her pussy lips
felt freezing cold, but inside she was smoking. If only Eric reached in there
with his firm fingers, he’d find out just how sizzling she really was.

Eric circled a sliver of ice around
and around her lips. Just when she thought it would melt between his thumb and
his index finger, he surprised her by pressing that thin piece of ice right up
inside her pussy.

“Oh!” Savannah cried. “Oh…”

Holding her thighs in one warm hand and
one cold hand, Eric stepped between her legs and sunk to his knees on the
carpet. He looked up at her and winked. “How does that feel, huh?”

She had to think about the question
before answering. Did it feel cold? A little, maybe. Wet? Well, sure. But she
didn’t feel like she’d experienced the full effect yet. “Put another one inside
me,” she pleaded.

Eric’s lips pursed like he was
suppressing a cunning smile. He started to turn around, but before reaching for
another piece of ice, he seemed to change his mind. He dove at her thighs,
planting his head in between them. When his hot tongue met her cold pussy lips,
she squealed and writhed, but he held her thighs down flat against the couch.
She was utterly at his mercy, and she loved it. When he sucked her chilled clit
into his steamy mouth, she totally lost it. Even with his hands pushing her
down, she bucked up at his face. When she felt his nose brush her bush, she
tossed her head back and screamed. “Oh my god, Eric!” She couldn’t keep quiet.
“Oh god!” She ran her fingers through his hair and pushed his face against her
clit. Everything felt so damn good.

Releasing her thigh, Eric reached
backwards, clumsily feeling across the coffee table while Savannah held his
head between her legs. She didn’t help him out, though she hoped to hell he’d
get a hold of that metal bowl. Struggle, struggle, and success! Eric grabbed a
fresh piece of ice and, without any hesitation, pressed it between Savannah’s
thighs.

Her pussy didn’t offer up any
resistance. No, no, no, it welcomed that frosty little intruder like she’d
welcome Eric’s big cock. She didn’t even feel that cold yet. “Give me another
one!”

When Eric pressed a fresh ice cube
into Savannah’s pussy, she felt warm water gushing out from her slit. Was it
dripping on Eric’s pajama pants or on her carpet? She wasn’t terribly
concerned. After all, it was only water.

Eric reached for her breast. The
second his mouth met her pussy lips, those cold fingers pinched her nipple, and
she hissed with delight. The combination of cold fingers on warm nipple and
warm tongue on cold clit sent electricity zipping through her veins. This was
unlike anything she’d ever experienced. She’d never been with a guy who had
such a sexually creative bent to his character. She’d never been with someone
who would take chances. Hell, she and Eric barely knew each other and already
he was cramming ice cubes up her snatch! His command impressed her beyond
words, and when he reached for another piece of ice, she held her breath.

The ice chilled the gate to her packed
pussy as it went in. When Eric poked up another, Savannah closed her eyes and
asked herself if she could feel the cubes floating around inside of her. She
knew they were in there, of course, but did it feel anything like getting
packed with a penis? Not really. But, then, she’d never taken a big dick inside
her pussy and stopped to ask herself if she could feel anything. There was
pressure—she could feel pressure. The ice must have been numbing her inside
just like it had done to her outsides.

As she sat with her eyes closed,
pondering her state of fullness, warm lips met hers and a hot tongue
infiltrated her mouth. Without opening her eyes, Savannah returned Eric’s kiss
tenfold. She sent her naughty hands on a mission to find the hem of his T-shirt
and pull it up across his abs, up his chest, up to those delicious shoulders.
White cotton passed between them, pausing their kiss until the T-shirt was over
Eric’s head and tossed on the floor.

Eric tore out of his flannel pajama
pants and set one knee on the couch beside her. Without jostling her leg at
all, he held his erection by its base and ploughed Savannah’s ice-cold pussy.
They moaned in sequence, him first and then her. She could hardly imagine how
his cockhead must feel, coursing inside a hot pussy only to find it full of
ice. Cold, for starters, but would it feel as though it had been tricked? No,
of course it wouldn’t. Cockheads couldn’t think for themselves.

Eric’s hot prick took up more space
than she had to offer, and its glistening head drove what was left of the ice
cubes straight back to her upper limits. Warm water splashed from her slit,
soaking her robe and her thighs, and probably Eric’s big balls too. God,
Savannah loved balls. She wasn’t even sure what it was about them: the hair,
the squishy texture, or was it the fact that they just hung there without much
purpose during sex? She had to touch them, and when she did, Eric arched his
back and let out a huge groan. He obviously liked that, so she held his balls
tight as he thrust in her pussy. He squealed and kissed her hard.

With every movement inside her body,
hot combined with cold against her tender flesh. Water spurted from her slit,
but she could care less about the mess. Though the walls of her pussy still
felt somewhat frozen from the ice, the pressure of his cock’s heaving motion
through her body made her weak with arousal. Aside from the one hand clinging
to his balls, she went limp underneath him. As he pounded her, she whimpered.
She squeezed his balls and he yelped, but she didn’t let go.

Maybe her pussy was warming up now,
because she seemed to experience more sensation. It built within her bones. She
clamped down on him and he reacted by drawing his mouth away from hers and
gnawing on her neck. His mouth tickled her, but she translated the desire to
laugh into sexual energy. Her soul sat in her core, kissing Eric’s cock as the
monster screamed in and out of it.

This was it! She couldn’t keep her
body in check any longer. Wrapping her legs around Eric’s, she bucked up
against his hips, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own. It occurred
to Savannah that her ankle ought to be screaming with pain right now, but maybe
the sheer joy of reaching an orgasmic high with a very sensual man kept it at
bay. She felt as though she’d reached the peak of her sexual prowess at the
tender age of twenty-two, and she couldn’t keep herself from growling words of
encouragement at Eric: “Yeah, that’s it. I want your cum to melt that ice you
put in there! Cover it with jizz.”

She wasn’t sure where the words came
from, or even whether she liked hearing them tumbling from her mouth, but Eric
seemed to find her naughtiness thrilling. He panted and moaned. He pumped so
hard in her she bounced on the couch. And then, with only the warning of one
uninhibited shriek, he stopped moving. He rested on top of her, though without
setting all his weight on her naked front. His breath was hot in her ear, which
she loved, but her ankle was beginning to throb, which she didn’t.

The entire time they’d been going at
it, Savannah hadn’t realized their Lucy reruns were still reeling away on the
TV. There was popcorn on the coffee table, sweating glasses of pop, chocolate
and candies. What a mess. And now, as Eric pulled out, her pussy ejected water and
other assorted liquids. Yeah, it was gross, but it was gross in the sexiest way
possible. It felt kind of like he’d ejaculated in her and she was paying him
back by coming all over him. She was sweaty and wet and her robe was soaked
with bodily fluids, but she felt like a million bucks. This had been one of
those evenings she’d be able to rehash the next time some competitive group of
girls in one of her classes made her feel like a total virgin just because she
didn’t drink. She had her share of vices, she’d be able to say. She’d slept
with a man who was married—with her roommate’s dad, no less—and he’d filled her
snatch with ice.

Chapter Fourteen

There were dogs in her dream.
Strange—Savannah had never owned a dog, but she felt a familiar sense of affection
for the animals as she watched them running around a field of wildflowers and
tall grasses. She wasn’t any kind of an expert when it came to species, but she
recognized the golden retriever for sure. His shimmering coat stuck in her mind
as she shook off the thick layer of sleep. It was a long swim back to
consciousness, and when she got within reach of that world of too much reality,
a feeling of hazy apprehension gripped her heart. Something had happened. But
what? There was something she was supposed to remember about this morning.

And then she heard the sound of
Stacy’s voice in the kitchen, and her eyes burst wide open. The evil face of
her alarm clock read 11:36. How could they have slept so late? Eric had to get
up! He had to get out of her room, somehow, before Stacy burst in and found
them together. God, how could she have let this happen? They must have slept
right through her alarm.

Savannah flipped in bed and reached
for Eric’s shoulder, set to shake him into wakefulness, but his shoulder wasn’t
there. None of him was there. Her bed was empty but for her naked body. At
once, she felt relieved but also deprived of that beautiful moment of waking up
and finding her lover’s face either soft with sleep or gazing adoringly at her.
She’d have liked to wake up that way. Oh well.

Throwing off the covers, Savannah slid
from the bed. Her robe was in the laundry hamper for obvious reasons, so she
dressed in pajama pants and a frilly little tank top before slipping into the
bathroom. As she peed and washed and brushed her teeth, she listened in on
Stacy’s conversation with her dad. If there was even the slightest chance Stacy
realized what they’d done last night, Savannah wanted to know about it before
walking into the lion’s den. But the talk outside was inane. They seemed to be
planning a day together. Savannah wondered if she’d be invited. She wondered if
she wanted to be.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Stacy
sang as Savannah stumbled toward the coffee pot. “Get home late last night?”

Savannah’s lungs went icy cold. She
needed an answer in line with whatever Eric had already told Stacy, but she had
no idea what he’d already told her, so how could she know how to answer? Eep!

Eric diffused her panic, thank god!
“How could she have a late night when she had to get your elderly father home
by ten?” He put on an old man’s voice to say, “I had to take my pills, dontcha
know!”

“Oh, how’s your ankle?” Stacy asked.
Her face was plastered with genuine concern, and that made Savannah feel all
the more guilty about sleeping with her dad. “Did you load up on painkillers
before going to bed?”

“Yeah…” Savannah said slowly. In fact,
she’d forgotten all about injuring herself. A grin broke across her lips. She’d
told Eric she’d be all right from the start. See? She was right and he was
wrong!