Cheerleader Mandy Wants Forbidden Candy

Frank Williams stood under the hot spray of the shower, the water cascading over his broad shoulders and down the hard planes of his chest. At forty-seven he still carried the solid build of a man who worked with his hands and stayed active, his dark hair threaded with silver at the temples, his cock hanging heavy between his thighs even at rest. He had just finished soaping himself when the bathroom door clicked open. The familiar soft pad of bare feet crossed the tile. He knew that sound. His cock stirred before he even heard her voice.

“Daddy?”

Mandy’s voice was pure honey, the same sweet tone she had used since she was little, only now it carried the confident edge of a twenty-year-old college junior who knew exactly what she wanted. Frank’s cock thickened instantly, filling with blood until it stood thick and rigid against his belly.

“Come on in, baby girl,” he said, voice already rough. “Daddy’s waiting.”

The shower curtain slid aside. Mandy stepped over the rim of the tub in her full cheerleading uniform, the same one she wore at the university games. The tight white crop top clung to her full, high tits, the deep V of the neckline showing the soft inner slopes of her cleavage. Her long blonde ponytail swung behind her. The short, pleated blue-and-white skirt flared over her hips and barely covered the lower curves of her ass. She wore nothing underneath. Frank could see the smooth, bare lips of her pussy when she turned slightly, already glistening.

She looked down at his cock and smiled, that same naughty little-girl smile that always made his balls tighten. “Somebody’s happy to see me.”

“Always am when my girl walks in looking like that.”

Mandy reached out and wrapped her soft fingers around the thick shaft. She stroked him slowly, feeling the heat of his skin, the pulse of blood under her palm. A clear bead of pre-cum welled at the slit. She collected it with her thumb and brought it to her mouth, sucking it off with a soft moan.

“Mmm. Daddy’s already leaking for me.”

She lifted the hem of her skirt and dropped to her knees in the shallow water pooling at the bottom of the tub. The warm spray beat against her back, soaking the cheer top until it turned translucent and stuck to her stiff nipples. Frank braced one hand against the tile wall and looked down at his daughter as she leaned in and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his cock from balls to tip.

She licked him like she was tasting her favorite candy, slow and thorough. Her tongue swirled around the fat head, probed the slit, then traced the thick ridge. She opened her mouth wide and took him in, lips stretching around the girth. Frank groaned as the wet heat of her mouth closed over him. Mandy pushed forward until the head nudged the back of her throat, then farther still, swallowing around him until her nose pressed into the dark hair at the base of his cock.

She held there, throat working, eyes watering just a little, then pulled back with a wet gasp. Spit trailed from her lips to his shaft. She looked up at him with those big blue eyes and smiled.

“I love the way Daddy’s cock fills my mouth,” she said, voice husky. “So big and hard. Makes my pussy drip every time.”

She took him again, bobbing her head in long, steady strokes. One hand cupped his heavy balls, rolling them gently while the other slipped under her soaked skirt. Her fingers found her bare cunt, already slick and swollen. She rubbed her clit in tight circles as she sucked, the wet sounds of her mouth on his cock mixing with the soft squelch of her fingers in her pussy.

Frank watched every second. He loved the way her cheeks hollowed, the way her lips stretched shiny and pink around his shaft, the way her throat bulged when she took him deep. He loved the little muffled moans she made every time the head of his cock brushed the soft palate at the back of her mouth. Most of all he loved knowing that the same girl who once sat on his lap for bedtime stories now knelt in the shower with his cock down her throat, fingering her own dripping cunt while she worked him.

“That’s it, baby,” he growled. “Suck Daddy’s cock. Take it all the way. Fuck, your mouth is so goddamn tight.”

Mandy pulled off just long enough to answer, spit shining on her chin. “I love sucking you, Daddy. Love the way you taste. Love when you fill my mouth with that thick candy.”

She dove back on him, faster now, one hand stroking the base of his shaft while her tongue fluttered under the head. Her fingers worked harder between her legs. Frank could see the wetness coating her thighs, mixing with the shower water. Her hips rocked against her own hand. She was getting close already, the same way she always did when she had her daddy’s cock in her mouth.

He felt his balls draw up tight. The pressure built at the base of his spine. “Gonna give you that candy soon, Mandy. You ready for it?”

She moaned around him and nodded as best she could with her lips stretched wide. She pulled back until only the head remained between her lips, tongue swirling, hand pumping the shaft in tight, twisting strokes. Frank’s hips jerked. Thick ropes of cum erupted into her waiting mouth. Mandy sealed her lips around him and swallowed greedily, taking every pulse, every hot spurt. She kept stroking and sucking until the last drop was gone, then pulled off and opened her mouth to show him the creamy load still coating her tongue before she swallowed it with a happy little hum.

“Mmm. So much candy, Daddy. You always give me so much.”

She licked the remaining streaks from his shaft, cleaning him thoroughly, then stood up on shaky legs. Her cheer top was plastered to her tits, nipples hard and dark against the wet fabric. Water ran down her flat stomach and disappeared under the skirt.

“I’m going to my room,” she said, voice soft and needy. “When you’re done, come find me. I want your mouth on my pussy. I want you to lick up all the juice I’ve been making while I sucked you.”

She stepped out of the tub, leaving wet footprints on the mat, and peeled the soaked uniform off right there in the bathroom. The top came first, freeing her full, firm tits. Then the skirt dropped to the floor. She stood naked for a moment, bare and gleaming, her smooth pussy lips puffy and shiny. Then she walked out, hips swaying, leaving the wet clothes in a heap.

Frank shut off the water and dried himself in record time. His cock was already half-hard again, the way it always got when he knew Mandy was waiting for him naked and wet. He walked down the hall to her bedroom, still naked, the house quiet except for the soft sound of her breathing.

She was on the bed, legs spread wide, two fingers slowly working in and out of her cunt. Her other hand cupped one full breast, pinching the nipple. When she saw him she smiled and pulled her fingers free, lifting them so he could see the thick, clear strands of her arousal stretching between them.

“Look how wet you made me, Daddy. All from sucking your cock.”

Frank climbed onto the bed between her thighs. He inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her pussy and groaned. Then he lowered his mouth and licked a long, slow stripe from her ass up through her dripping slit. Mandy’s back arched. A soft cry escaped her throat.

“Yes… fuck, yes… eat my pussy, Daddy…”

He spread her open with his thumbs and buried his face in her cunt. His tongue delved deep, fucking into her, then dragged up to circle her swollen clit. He sucked the little bud between his lips and flicked it hard. Mandy’s thighs clamped around his head. Her hands fisted in his hair.

“Right there… don’t stop… I’m gonna cum on your tongue…”

He kept at her, relentless. Two thick fingers slid into her tight, clutching heat while his mouth worked her clit. The wet sounds of her pussy filled the room. Mandy’s hips bucked against his face. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps.

“Daddy… Daddy, I’m cumming… oh fuck I’m cumming…”

Her cunt clamped down on his fingers in hard, rhythmic pulses. Clear juice flooded his mouth and ran down his chin. He kept licking through every wave, drinking her down, until she finally pushed at his head, too sensitive.

Frank rose up over her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock stood rigid and ready again, the head already leaking. Mandy reached down and guided him to her entrance.

“Put it in me,” she whispered. “I need Daddy’s cock in my pussy. Stretch me open. Fuck me hard.”

He pushed in with one long, steady thrust. Her tight walls stretched around him, hot and slick and perfect. Mandy’s mouth fell open in a silent moan. He bottomed out, balls pressed against her ass, and held still for a moment, feeling her flutter around him.

“So fucking tight,” he gritted. “Always so tight for Daddy.”

He started to move, long strokes that dragged almost all the way out before slamming back in. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room. Mandy’s tits bounced with every thrust. She reached up and pulled him down so she could kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue while he fucked her deep.

“Harder,” she gasped against his mouth. “Fuck your little girl harder. Ruin this pussy.”

Frank hooked her legs over his shoulders and drove into her with heavy, punishing strokes. The head of his cock battered her cervix. Mandy cried out with every impact, half pain and half pure pleasure. Her nails raked down his back. Her cunt clenched and fluttered around him.

“I’m gonna cum again,” she sobbed. “Fuck, Daddy, you’re making me cum again…”

Her second orgasm hit harder than the first. Her whole body locked up. A gush of fluid soaked his cock and the sheets beneath them. Frank kept pounding her through it, chasing his own release. When he came it was with a deep, guttural groan, flooding her pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. He kept thrusting until every drop was spent, then collapsed over her, still buried deep.

They stayed like that for a long time, breathing hard, sweat cooling on their skin. Eventually Frank rolled to the side. Mandy immediately curled against him, one leg thrown over his, her hand idly stroking his softening cock, coating her fingers in the mixture of their juices that leaked from her stretched cunt.

“I love when you fill me up,” she murmured. “Love feeling your cum drip out of me after.”

Frank kissed the top of her head. “We’re not done, baby. Not even close.”

He was already hardening again under her touch. Mandy smiled against his chest and slid down the bed. She took his half-hard cock into her mouth and cleaned him thoroughly, sucking every trace of their combined fluids from the shaft and balls. By the time she finished he was fully hard again, thick and ready.

She climbed on top of him and sank down in one smooth motion, taking him to the hilt. Her head fell back. A long, satisfied moan rolled from her throat.

“God, I never get tired of this,” she said, starting to ride him with slow, rolling hips. “Daddy’s cock is the best. Stretches me so good. Fills me so deep.”

Frank reached up and cupped her bouncing tits, pinching and rolling the stiff nipples. Mandy leaned forward, bracing her hands on his chest, and fucked him harder. The wet sounds of her cunt sliding up and down his shaft filled the room again. Her juices ran down over his balls and soaked the sheets.

“Talk dirty to me,” she begged. “Tell me what I am.”

“You’re Daddy’s dirty little slut,” he growled, thrusting up to meet her. “My cock-hungry college whore. You come home from class and drop to your knees for this dick. You wear that little cheer skirt with no panties just so I can bend you over whenever I want.”

“Yes…” she moaned, bouncing harder. “I’m your slut. Your filthy daughter who loves getting fucked by her own daddy.”

He sat up and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight while he fucked up into her from below. The new angle let him grind against her clit with every thrust. Mandy’s third orgasm crashed over her almost immediately. She screamed into his shoulder, cunt spasming wildly around his cock. Frank held her through it, still moving, still deep inside her.

When she went limp he rolled them over without pulling out. He put her on her hands and knees and started fucking her from behind with long, deep strokes. One hand fisted in her ponytail, pulling her head back. The other reached under and rubbed her sensitive clit.

“Take it,” he ordered. “Take every inch of Daddy’s cock.”

“I am… I am… fuck me, Daddy… use my pussy…”

He spanked her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. Mandy moaned and pushed back for more. He gave her another, and another, until both cheeks were glowing. Then he leaned over her back and whispered in her ear.

“I’m going to fill this tight cunt again. You want that? Want another load of Daddy’s cum deep inside you?”

“Yes… please… breed me, Daddy… pump me full…”

The filthy words pushed him over the edge. He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, pulsing thick jets of cum into her already flooded pussy. Mandy came with him, her fourth orgasm of the night, shaking and crying out as her walls milked every drop from his cock.

They collapsed onto the bed in a sweaty, cum-slicked heap. Frank’s cock slipped free with a wet sound. A thick river of his seed immediately leaked from her open, well-fucked cunt and pooled on the sheets. Mandy reached back and scooped some up with two fingers, then brought them to her mouth and sucked them clean.

“Still tastes so good,” she murmured. “My favorite candy.”

Frank watched her with dark, satisfied eyes. “You’re going to be feeling that for days, baby girl.”

“I hope so.” She turned onto her side and faced him, still breathing hard. “I want to feel you every time I sit down in class tomorrow. Want to feel how stretched and full you left me.”

He brushed a strand of damp hair from her face. “Stay the night in here. I’m not done with you yet.”

Mandy’s eyes lit up with that same hungry spark. “Good. Because I’m not done either.”

She pushed him onto his back again and straddled his face, lowering her cum-filled pussy onto his mouth. Frank licked her open, tasting the thick mix of their juices, tongue delving deep to scoop out more of his own seed. Mandy ground against his face, moaning, already working herself toward another climax while she leaned forward and took his soft cock into her mouth, sucking it back to hardness.

They spent the next hour like that, trading oral pleasure, building each other back up. When Frank was hard again he flipped her onto her back, pushed her knees to her chest, and sank into her once more. This time the fucking was slower, deeper, more intimate. He stared into her eyes the whole time, watching every flicker of pleasure cross her face as he stroked in and out of her swollen, oversensitive cunt.

“I love you, Daddy,” she whispered, voice breaking on another orgasm.

“Love you too, baby girl,” he answered, and flooded her for the third time that night.

Afterward they lay tangled together under the sheet, sticky and sated. Mandy’s hand rested on his chest. Her leg was draped over his. The room smelled of sex and sweat and the lingering sweetness of her arousal.

“Tomorrow after practice,” she said sleepily, “I want you to fuck me in the garage while the car’s still warm. I want you to bend me over the hood in my uniform and fill me up again before Mom gets home.”

Frank’s cock twitched against her thigh at the thought. “Whatever you want, Mandy. Daddy’s always ready for his girl.”

She smiled against his skin and closed her eyes, already drifting toward sleep with his cum still leaking slowly from her well-used pussy. Frank held her close, one hand stroking slowly up and down her bare back, already thinking about all the ways he would take her again in the morning.

The night was far from over, and neither of them was finished. There would be more. There always was. His cock, his mouth, her tight little cunt and greedy throat—every part of them belonged to this secret, filthy thing they shared. And neither of them ever wanted it to stop.