Young Lady Amused By Squirting
NOTE:The following is a continuation of the story "With Daddy's Permission", which was published in April 2024. In that tale, Elizabeth pressures her father into granting her the green light to bed her father's best friend, Eric. To Eric, this is like winning the lottery.
A week later, Eric pays a visit to Elizabeth in "Young Miss Elizabeth Laughs".
Charlie opened the door and examined Eric suspiciously. "Here to see Beth?"
"I'm here to see you too, old chum," Eric replied to his old friend.
"All right." Charlie spoke with a sad look on his face, speaking to what Eric perceived as his friend's inner turmoil. Eric had no desire to visit the living room and watch TV; he only wanted to ascend to Elizabeth's bedroom again, a mere week after their initial encounter, when Eric had tried the tantric technique of masturbation for Elizabeth. Virgin Elizabeth had responsively jumped on Eric's penis at the brink of climax before he could climax; he had thrust into her instead, causing her to take his semen within her. She had asserted that she was pregnant, but Eric was unsure what to believe or consider.
Eric did not venture to the living room to sit down and converse or to inquire about the TV. He traveled straight up the steps.
It was 10 PM, a Saturday night in mid-April, when spring finally resolved to honor its vow -- a year where winter delayed its departure until late -- and a substantial moon that was beginning to rise above the horizon, big and radiant yellow.
They both stood at the window of Elizabeth's dormer, peering out at that shimmering moon, leaning somewhat together on opposing sides; their noses were so close, they started brushing each other, and they initiated Eskimo kisses by rubbing their noses tenderly.
She had trimmed her hair during the week, adopting a trendy short bob with bangs positioned just above the eyebrows. Instead of wearing it as a trendy style, she had instead adopted it as a nod to when Eric had been younger. No matter the intention, it looked splendid.
Eric planted a kiss on her lips; their joining mouths transitioned from Eskimo kisses to deep kisses. The manner in which she utilized her tongue suggested sexual experience far beyond her years.
As they kissed, there was a forceful knock at the door. Elizabeth leapt up and replied. "Hi Dad."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I merely wanted to speak with Eric."
"That's okay, Dad. Although, Eric and I were only enjoying the moonlight and sharing a fond kiss."
"That's nice. Incidentally, I came up to inquire something to Eric. Listen, honey, would you kindly tell Eric I need to converse with him for a moment?"
"Absolutely, Dad. But please get him back right away."
In the kitchen, they stood adjacent to each other while Eric filled a glass with water. Charlie was gobbing down a beer, like it would satisfy him indefinitely. "Do you genuinely wish to continue with this? She is, after all, still your Goddaughter, a status that will not be revoked no matter how many morally ambiguous activities you engage in with her."
"Listen, Charlie, I assured you that I would not revisit this matter. I won't."
"Can't a single occurrence suffice you? You can now cross it off the bucket list and things can return to normal. We can maintain our friendship, Eric. Don't shatter my trust."
Eric avoided making eye contact with him. He remained silent, comprehending that Charlie's resignation contained an implied question, a question he would only answer when he felt secure. He waited until he was certain Charlie had settled on his retort.
"Oh, the newest episode of Below Deck is on," Charlie mentioned, offering his friend this final persuasion to join him in the living room once more, similar to how things had always been. Eric stayed for a bit, standing in the space where his friend had once stood, before he returned to Elizabeth's embrace.
She pressed the record button on her iPhone the second he returned through the doorway. "Bonjour tout le monde, this is Elizabeth here with a very unique visitor to my bedroom and sanctuary. This is Eric: my godfather, lover, and future father of my baby. We're going to ask him some questions to better understand him. Are you prepared for your inaugural question, Eric?"
"Let me ask you, my godfather: how old was I when you first fell for me?"
"I was eighteen."
"Come on, you're lying." Elizabeth continued. "Now, for my lover, what's your favorite sex position?"
"I enjoy them all."
"Really?" Elizabeth teased, observing Eric through her smartphone. He seemed thrilled by the video recording. "Next question is for my dad who's not my father. Would I be birthin' a boy or a girl?"
"It'll be a girl."
"Drat!" Elizabeth replied. "I want to be your favorite daughter, even if I'm only your goddaughter."
"You will always be my favorite child."
"But what if you eventually grow old and die, leaving me alone?"
"You can then turn into a spicy cougar that attracts all the stiff and smooth 18-year-old men."
"I don't fancy those guys, and I don't want to be shared."
"Give it time."
"I'm actually mad now, and if you don't show us your naughty bits for the camera, I'll shout so loudly that Daddy wouldn't just come flying to this place but with all guns blazing this time."
"What's that?" Eric asked, looking slightly embarrassed as he directed his look to the camera lens. He didn't have a zipped front on his sweatpants, having clothes specifically designed for easy access to his private area, particularly while driving. Eric pulled down his pants mid-way down his thighs, making his penis visible.
An instant zoom-in focused on his full-length manhood. "Wow. Your penis is longer than usual. I never knew you had something like this all along." Elizabeth wrote, zooming in further.
"That's enough now," she decided. "My followers can't sustain this luscious display. They're about to strip you of me if I reveal more."
She directed the camera to Eric's face, capturing his silly grin, something that signified utter self-satisfaction. She concluded the recording.
* * *
Eric managed to zip back up his pants and climbed out of the bed when he heard someone bust the door open. His brain was extremely alert as he saw the back of a knife. His instincts screamed for him to make a run for it. He broke a nearby window to get outside, falling around fifteen feet to the grass, but fortunately, he didn't break any bones.
Running barefoot to his car, Eric discovered his keys were upstairs. Regrettably, he started making his way to his place by foot.
Forty minutes later, Elizabeth came driving in her Buick LeSabre, parking right next to Eric when he was nearly at home. "Hop in, babe," she commanded.
"How did you know where I was?"
"Luck, it seems."
They leaned into each other and kissed passionately. Elizabeth drifted into the lane, causing a car to blow its horn to avoid a head-on collision. She swerved back into her lane and back to kissing Eric.
She drove by his house. "Where are we headed?" inquired Eric.
"My friend Jocelyn messaged me. She's got some magic mushrooms."
"You mean the plants you eat?"
"Yes, the guys with pretty caps and long stems. I did them back in my twenties."
"I have done those plants before then, my child."
"You're really alive today!" she exclaimed. "I bet you're like flying high on a cloud!"
"Oh, I'm soaring in the clouds!"
"Marvelous! You're about to hit the roof when these mushrooms start kickin' in. Let's go to Jocelyn's."
They entered the apartment, which was now filled with blacklight, where Jocelyn was already high. Her blonde hair was in two braids, and she was wearing only boyshort panties. She'd drawn on her body with a glow-in-the-dark marker.
Jocelyn greeted the two with a chummy face, this as she wrapped her arms over Elizabeth's shoulders. "Hi there!"
"Hi, dear!" replied Elizabeth.
"Who's the senior?" asked Jocelyn.
Elizabeth shoved Jocelyn back by her breasts. "She's not the old man!"
"I hope he's not a weirdo."
Jocelyn laughed a long, long, long, long series of dirty-minded chortles. "Hi, Eric!" Jocelyn then addressed her friend and Eric. "Don't stare much, and we'll be cool..."
"Eric," Elizabeth persisted, directing her focus to the house. "Now, Jocelyn, where are the magic mushrooms?"
"They're here."
"While you pillage the treats, babe, let's relax."
As Eric and Elizabeth shared the mushrooms, it wasn't long before they also started to prefer the magic. The music became louder, and the place was out-and-out illuminated in beautiful color from the blacklight. Even Jocelyn's face, wearing blonde hair in two braids and only wearing boyshort panties, glowed. Jocelyn stared laughingly over at Eric, "Hey buddy, no peeking, and we'll be buddies...?"
Jocelyn guided Elizabeth into the kitchen, drawing Eric's attention to the bouncing sway of her curvaceous backside. Eric had a penchant for young women with full behinds, and this was the pinnacle of illicit romance.
He usually couldn't resist the urge to masturbate when in such close proximity to a bubble butt. However, he was still basking in the euphoria of his new relationship, so, for now, he refrained.
Jocelyn crushed two ounces of psilocybin caps and stems in a coffee mill. Then, she mixed this concoction into a gallon of orange juice.
"Two ounces? Isn't that a bit much?" Jocelyn swished the orange juice in the jug.
"Have just a small glass, and you'll be fine."
Eric gulped down a ten-ounce glass, whereas Elizabeth filled a coffee mug only halfway.
"Would you two like to join me in the hot tub?"
"But I don't have a swimsuit."
"Just jump in wearing your underwear. Besides, no one else will be there."
Elizabeth needed a distraction while she waited for the shrooms to take effect, so she agreed to join them in the hot tub.
"Do you smoke weed, Elizabeth?" She asked Eric.
"Sometimes," he responded.
Jocelyn smoked an entire bong in one go, then repacked it. Elizabeth inhaled more slowly, passed the bong to Eric. He choked on the smoke, and both girls laughed at him, playfully embracing each other.
While descending to the hot tub area, the group felt the carpeted floor beneath their feet. The light appeared brighter and clearer, and the air was filled with a sense of unbridled amusement and ideas that could not be explained.
Jocelyn ditched the hot tub after just five minutes, returning upstairs.
Eric and Elizabeth found themselves alone in the hot tub as the shrooms took hold. They felt a powerful attraction, as if only they were the characters in a singular scene, both recognizing the romantic intensity between them. They looked deeply into each other's eyes, a physical connection forming.
It started with a kiss. This led to more than twenty, a prolonged period of exchanging lip to lip caresses in a watery hug. Eric's manhood stiffened and thrust against the warmth of her. She pressed the wet fabric between her legs onto his erection.
"We should leave," he said, glancing at the door.
"Go all the way," she urged, rocking her pelvis down onto his member.
"But there's a chance someone might enter," Eric voiced his concerns.
"I hope they enjoy the show," Elizabeth said, twisting her hips, rubbing his aroused organ.
She teased his neck, sucking on the area, yet sensed Eric's erection waning.
"What's wrong, babe?"
"I'm just nervous."
"We can try using Jocelyn's bed if she'll allow."
Jocelyn refused, saying she only possessed one set of sheets. They offered to pay for new ones, but she still refused. "If he wants you, he's more than welcome to have you. But you'll need to watch my actions."
"You're stealing my man?"
"I don't know when I'll have sex again. I suggest you both share."
Eric supposedly showed disinterest, but his emotions were mixed.
Jocelyn proceeded to the bathroom to wash herself up. Eric and Elizabeth exited, racing down the corridor and enjoying their laughter filled with elation experienced rush and pursuit of the horny escapade's climactic moments.
They purchased baby oil and condoms at Walgreens. They were unsure of the condom's purpose, but they didn't hesitate to buy them.
They checked into the cheapest motel in town, the Knotty Pine Motel for the following two nights.
While Elizabeth thumbed through the Bible lying on the nightstand, Eric brushed his teeth in the bathroom. Tired from the excitement, they kissed goodnight, extinguishing the room's lights. Unable to consume each other sexually, they now lay side by side, feeling the satisfaction of their imagined encounter, repeatedly postponed now for a third time.
In the morning, they were quiet, not speaking a word, just immediately jumping into kissing and making out. They messed around with each other's bodies beneath the coarse bedsheets. Their moaning and panting indicated they were ready. Elizabeth left to get baby oil, dumping a whole pool into her hand, when there was a knock at the door.
"Wait!" Eric called out. He swiftly put on pants and answered the door, topless, while Elizabeth hid in the bathroom.
Jocelyn aggressively barged into the motel room, searched for Elizabeth, yelled: "You left me, bitch!"
"How did you find us?"
"Through Snapchat location, man."
Elizabeth made a sound of disgust, muttered: "Obviously."
There was another loud knock on the door. Elizabeth threw on Eric's shirt, walked over to the door. "Who is it now?"
"It's the hotel manager. She said your card was declined for tonight. We have 15 minutes to pack up and leave."
The stern old lady just stared at Elizabeth, didn't say anything to confirm or deny Eric's statement.
The trio entered Eric's Buick, drove away. The girls stuck their middle fingers up at the lobby as they drove by.
Behind the wheel, in his usual place for self-pleasuring, Eric started feeling horny again. He had not reached orgasm the day before. "What should we do?"
"Let's have a threesome at your place."
Elizabeth pondered Eric's reaction, but didn't disclose her thoughts. "Let's go to my house. We can do it there." Elizabeth placed her hand on Eric's thigh, murmured something in his ear. He nodded.
"Wait a minute!" Jocelyn questioned. "How can we do that?"
"He won't care!"
A little bit down the road, Jocelyn spoke up again, exclaiming: "I can't believe you treat your man like that!"
"In what way?"
"If what you say is true, he's been waiting for two days to get laid. The guy must be so horny. And you don't even give him any head while he's driving."
"Yeah, Beth, what are you thinking?" Eric replied, joining in the act.
"I didn't think you'd want me to do that in front of you. Otherwise, I would have done it five minutes ago."
"I'm more embarrassed watching you not do it at this point. Scoot over, I'll show you how."
But Elizabeth was already in Eric's lap, handling his cock, feeling it harden under her touch. She leaned completely over, taking him in her mouth, going as deep as possible.
"Ahhh, fuck," Eric spoke, in a state of pleasure. She sucked on him for the next eight minutes, until they turned into Charlie's neighborhood and he instructed her to stop.
They stopped in front of the house at 11:30 am. A sudden rainstorm had come and gone, and now two rainbows stretched from rooftop to rooftop in the residential setting.
The girls splashed their way through puddles, crossed the yard to the back entrance, running ahead, giggling and holding hands. Eric followed behind.
When he stepped into the living room, he felt a wave of embarrassment. Charlie was there, with his jeans down, his flesh exposed on his lap, and music videos playing loudly on TV.
"What are you doing?"
"Eric and I are going up to your room. Have fun with Jocelyn."
Charlie looked up, puzzled and then scared, as Jocelyn crossed the room to the couch and began touching Charlie's fleshlight, suggesting: "Mr. Morgan, do you need some help with that?"
The last thing Eric saw before turning a corner was Jocelyn setting Charlie's fleshlight on a side table and sitting on his lap, jacking off rapidly, laughing down at Charlie.
He hoped Charlie could have a good time with the young lady. He was eager to enjoy Charlie's daughter again.
Upstairs, they couldn't take their clothes off quickly enough. Clothes fell all around, crumpled in wrinkled heaps on the hardwood.
Eric threw Elizabeth backward onto the bed, climbed up behind her, and started eating her pussy.
Elizabeth held onto his head, her nails piercing his hair, and encouraged him to continue. She rubbed her clitoris frantically, and she moaned, "Yes...yes...oh, yes...yes."
Elizabeth held the hood of her pussy in two fingers, stroking back and forth at top speed. She squirted streams of pussy juices into his mouth and giggled when she climaxed, her hazel eyes gleaming with joy.
Eric slid into her, entered her without resistance, his lower body smacking into her upper thighs. She grabbed him by the base of his shaft and pulled him in, causing him to enter her fully.
20 seconds passed, and she climaxed again, coating the bed with her juices, laughing one more time.
He rode her until she seemed on the verge of tears, then pulled out. She cried out "Yes!" and started laughing hysterically as she squirted more liquid onto the bed and onto him.
She straddled him, turning him onto his back. She rubbed herself against his face, still squirting every twenty seconds or so. She shuddered as she climaxed, causing a shuddering response. He spit the fluid back up, clearing his eyes. She burst into fits of laughter, watching him squirm.
Elizabeth moved down his body and mounted him again, his dick entering her. He grabbed her by her round, wet cheeks and directed the rhythm of her thrusts. She squirted again, all around his dick, and he felt it spray into his lap, covering his trembling thighs.
Her eyes had a mesmerized look to them. They were fixated on something immense. She displayed this immense by the seemingly endless explosions of her vagina and her relentless, raucous laughter.
Eric stared at the spot where his penis was entering her, the way her red, pink, and grey pussy flesh completely enveloped him, and the image captivated the person in him who enjoyed watching. The breathtaking sight of their coupling organs and the slick sensation of the inside of her pussy sliding wetly across his dick stimulated him to the point of climax. In an instant, he started ejaculating. He thrust one last time upwards and pushed his hips against her as the jolts of his orgasm traveled up through his dick. "Yes," he grunted, still gripping her by the wet cheeks, he held her steady. They both sank into the mattress together, which was damp in places and soaked in others.
They parted ways, then hugged each other. He laughed a few times, looking into her beautiful eyes close up.
With the afterglow of the mushrooms still running through his body, but the dread of the next day's workday looming over him, Eric lay there in the sunlight, as if lounging on the edge of a rainbow.
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