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Summer Heat Ch. 11

Katherine’s Birthday Part 1

Katherine locked herself in her office the weekend after they returned from Florida. She had left some work on the company web site undone. She needed to build pages for three homes and two commercial properties. The photos were all shot but selecting, cropping and arranging had to be done. She worked away trying not to think about the trip. She had dropped in on the kids afraid to disturb their fun. Instead, they had included her in some of the most loving sex and friendship she had in a long time.

She worked into the afternoon on Saturday setting up the pages for the homes. She wanted them up before Sunday. She knew that couples sometime looked at homes online on Sunday. It was now Sunday afternoon. The commercial property pages were going fast. Location, condition and size was all that mattered on these.

Almost finished, her phone rang. Cynthia Cell: “Hello, dear. How are you.”

“Hey Kathy. It’s Cindy.” The voice said. “Are you busy?”

“Not really. I’m just finishing some work I left here. What’s up?”

“Shit, Katherine, I’ve got Mack in the hospital in Atlanta.” Cynthia’s voice was usually strong but now it was shaking. “Remember when I said he hadn’t checked in from Savanah? It turns out he was having chest pains. I flew down there and drove him back. They’ve done imaging. He’s having a catherization in the morning.”

“Oh, dear. How does he feel? What are they saying?”

“He feels good. They say he has some blockage. He will probably have some stents put in. If it’s bad, surgery. I’m scared, Kathy. I’ve never been really serious about this marriage. It was just sort of a good arrangement. He has money and I like money. We both love sex. He’s always just let me do what I want. Now it’s scaring the shit out of me that I could lose the big old bear.”

“Well, Cynthia, I have to tell you. It looks like you may be in love with your husband.”

Cindy laughed. “I needed a smile. Thanks. How was the beach?”

“Fantastic. Crazy. Beautiful and I can’t tell you about any of it.” Katherine said laughing.

“Damn, you naughty girl.” Cindy said with her mind spinning through possibilities.

“Well it’s all behind us. We are all going to behave and work on our lives.” Katherine said. “My best to Mack. Call me tomorrow and let me know how it goes. If you need me just ask.”

…

Two weeks before Katherine’s birthday.

Since the kids had all spent money on the trip, they would need help from all Katherine’s friends to get the party together. There were many things that were kept secret from Katherine. All the while, they had Katherine working on some of the details herself. Still, Jason and Donna would smile and wink at each other quite often and Shelby would dress in nice casual clothes and disappear for hours at a time seeming nervous.

They hadn’t talked about all the sex, but it was on everyone’s mind. After all, they had fucked in every possible combination in Florida. Everyone also knew that Katherine wanted some special pleasures before her big fiftieth birthday. She had conferred with Jason over their work schedules. Katherine wanted Donna and Jason with her one of the nights that Shelby would be working.

On Tuesday morning, Katherine’s cell phone rang at work.

“Hey Kathy, how are you?” It was Cynthia’s voice.

“Hey, doll. I’m fine. I didn’t recognize the number. How’s Mack?”

“He’s fine, dear. He said hello.” Cynthia said. “We’ve turned to a new chapter in our lives. This scare with his heart shook him worse than me. I think he’s in love with me, too.”

“We need to get together. Are you coming to the party?”

“We wouldn’t miss it. Can we bring something?” Cynthia asked.

“Call Donna or Shelby and coordinate. Please, no gifts. If you can contribute to the party, it will help. Tony and Kim are coming. All you crazy people can behave yourselves, can’t you?” Katherine joked.

“We’ll try.” Cynthia laughed. “We are straightening up our lives. But I’d like to have a little private thing with you next weekend. Something memorable, but not too wild.”

“I’d like that. I’ll just trust you. Friday or Saturday just call me. We are getting busy as the time gets short.”

“OK, lover. I’ll start gathering the whips and chains.” Cynthia said and laughed. “See you.”

“Bye, baby.” Katherine hung up the call. She knew that with Cindy, there might actually be some whips and chains.

…

Donna pulled into the Thomas driveway in Jason’s Chevy pickup. Jason was just finishing up washing and waxing her car. She slid out of the truck and walked to Jason. All the way, she was giving a casual inspection to her car. “Looks good, baby, but you missed a spot.” She smiled.

Jason tossed his towel over his shoulder, “I left that spot illegal bahis on purpose, my love.” They both laughed.

“Just kidding, handsome.” Donna hugged and kissed him. “This is weird. I feel like it’s a booty call from Katherine.”

“We knew she wanted to have an evening with me and you before the big five oh.” Jason said. “Do you think she’s figuring out the surprises?”

“No, I think the birthday is covering up the rest of it. Has Shelby gotten her part of it yet?” Donna asked.

“No but it’s on it’s way. She got an email. If it doesn’t make it, we can print the email.” Jason said.

The couple went into the basement apartment through the sliding door. Jason hugged her in a cuddling way and kissed her passionately. Donna looked him in the eyes. “Do you know what she wants to do?”

“She has dinner ready. I think she wants to talk about our future. I have my stock lines ready.” Jason said as he slipped his arms around her waist. “I want a future with you in it.”

“Being with you has changed my life into a real life. I love you, Jase.”

“Hey, are you kids hungry?” Katherine’s voice came down the stairway.

…

Katherine and the young couple enjoyed a dinner of a beef roast and veggies that Katherine had left in a slowcooker all day. Jason and Donna stuck to lemonade while Katherine drank red Italian wine. She did, in fact want to discuss the future of the relationship. She knew they were right for each other.

“I think that after the holidays, Jason and I will find a way to live together. I have my place, but it’s a little small.” Donna informed.

“We’ve got room here.” Katherine suggested.

Jason chuckled to avoid choking on food. “I know, mom, but after recent events, we might do better just the two of us for a while. If we all live here, the things we did in Florida might keep happening a little too often.”

“We all said we’d behave when we got home.” Katherine said blushing and looking down at her plate.

“Yeah, well, some really sweet things happened down there. I think my girlfriend has a thing for you now, and it’s cool, hot even. It just shouldn’t be too convenient.” Jason reasoned.

Donna blushed. “When did you get to be the old wise man? He’s right. He’s the best man in the world for me. And, I love his mom and sister too. I’m lucky, but I don’t want to spoil myself too much.”

The whole group chuckled and left the table. “Jase, will you give Donna and I about twenty minutes?” She handed him the bottle of Tennessee whiskey. “Here, take my friend Jack downstairs. Have a drink and we’ll join you. Make sure that big shower down there is nice and clean, and we’ll have a nice communal shower together.”

“See, I told you she was an old hippy.” Jason said and kissed each of the ladies.

…

Downstairs, Jason tried not to think too much. He paused in disbelief that the bottle of Jack had been with them so long and not been opened. He rectified the situation and poured a generous portion over some ice. He smelled and tasted it. “Wow. Better than I remember.” He added a small splash of coke and tasted again. “Yes!” He went in the bathroom and saw to the shower stall.

Upstairs, Katherine revealed that she really did want to turn Donna on to anal in a way that she could enjoy it. She went over the hygiene rules and some helpful hints.

Donna was determined to go through with it, if only to please Katherine. She had fallen for her to some extent. Donna declined a drink on grounds that she had to work the next few days.

Katherine showed Donna how the enema device worked and left her alone in the bathroom. She selected some small toys and lube. Katherine stripped down to her underwear.

Donna emerged in short time with her cloths in her hand. She had a towel around her waist but was topless. She tossed her clothes in the chair across the room.

Katherine gasp when she saw Donna walk out topless. “God, you’re beautiful.” She let Donna check out the toys.

Donna dropped the towel and got on all fours on the bed.

Katherine chuckled. “What in the world are you doing?”

Donna rolled over on the bed and blushed laughing. “I don’t know. I don’t know anything about this stuff.” She covered her face giggling.

Katherine climbed onto the bed and embraced Donna. “It’s just sex, baby.” She kissed Donna and caressed her body. “It’s just a really hot type of sex that I think you guys are going to enjoy.” She fondled and stroked Donna’s long body. “Can you relax and trust me for a little while?”

“Yes. I trust you and I trust Jason not to hurt me. I love you, Kathy.” Donna kissed Katherine and reached around to unfasten her bra. She pulled it away and rubbed the big firm breasts within. “Before we start on that project, there is something I want very much.” She guided Katherine onto her back and aggressively moved down to her hips. Donna slipped between Katherines legs and clasped her mouth onto her pussy. Donna lapped and sucked on the older woman’s pussy in a hungry fashion. Katherine illegal bahis siteleri had last showered early that morning. She had all day for her natural scent to build. Several streams of hot piss had shot from those plump folds during the day. Donna had learned to love the natural scent of women from loving Shelby. She was drinking in all the juice and aroma she could from Katherine. Her big plump labia was swollen and filling Donna’s mouth with warm flesh. As Katherine began to moan and grind her hips, Donna spread her wide open. She admired the erotic sight and then assaulted the swollen pink clit. She pushed two fingers inside the wet pussy as she reveled in pleasuring Katherine. Donna became bolder having gotten back to the pussy she wanted so badly. She might not be in love with Katherine so much as she was in total lust of her. Donna extracted the wet fingers from Katherine’s pussy and rubbed her ass. When Katherine felt this, she paused her grinding and waited with anticipation to see if Donna would really finger her ass. She was not waiting long. Donna knew Katherine was into it and pushed her fingers deep into Katherine’s waiting ass. She dug around and fingered her upward to press into her pussy. Donna marveled at how nice the inner tissues felt and how wet and slippery Katherine was inside. Katherine launched into and intense orgasm, bucking and moaning. Her ass clamped onto Donna’s fingers and she slowly pulled them out.

“Damn, girl! Where did that come from?” Katherine pulled Donna up to her and kissed her. She smelled her own musk on Donna’s face. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t wash before we did that. I wasn’t fresh.”

“Kathy, my love, that’s how it’s supposed to be. I love that smell.”

“Well, aren’t you the kinky lady? Let’s get ready to go blow Jason’s mind.” Katherine said giggling.

…

“I guess women always take longer than they say.” Jason mused as the ladies came down the stairs. They were holding hands and giggling. They were wearing Shelby’s thin silky robes. Jason enjoyed the way their nipples showed under the material. Donna hugged him and giggled.

“Your very surprising girlfriend had this thing she wanted do to me. I just had to let her.” Katherine told him and grinned. She came to him and kissed him.

Surprisingly, Donna didn’t blush, but smiled proudly. “Just a little girl time, baby. I kind of wish you had watched that one.” She laughed and swung on Jason’s neck.

“Warm up the shower. Jase. We feel dirty. You need to bathe us.” Katherine said and burst out laughing. She was feeling her wine and very happy. The ladies lead the way to the shower.

Jason slipped his hands around Katherine and was startled to find her large boobs. He was feeling his second drink and thought he was feeling up Donna. He played it off cool and kissed Katherine on the neck. Donna hung up her robe and slipped into the shower. Katherine followed her after kissing Jason with more passion. Then he stepped in. The large walk-in shower was big enough for a party but they all clustered together and hugged. Kissing lead to petting and eventually Jason’s hand found Donna’s smooth ass and the cute little butt plug she was wearing.

“Oh. Wow! What’s this?” He rubbed the outer part of it and wiggled it.

Donna giggled and squirmed. “That’s a surprise. It feels pretty good, I think.”

Jason began kissing and fondling her and reaching over to pet his mother as well. Katherine slipped her hands around on both kid’s bodies. She massaged Donna’s tits and stroked Jason’s stiffening cock. Jason and Katherine both began to concentrate on Donna. Jason tongue fucked her mouth and tickled her clit with his fingers. Katherine rubbed her perfect tits and ass. Water bounced into all their faces, so Jason pushed the shower head to spray the wall. Katherine gripped the back end of the butt plug. Donna felt her pull on it and relaxed and let it out.

“That’s a good girl. Now take it back in. Push like I showed you.” Katherine coached. The plug popped back in with some pressure. Donna jumped and giggled. “Did that hurt, babe?” Katherine asked.

“No. It’s fine, just new. I think want to try it now.” Donna said, timidly.

“OK, remember to relax and enjoy the sex.” Katherine said. She began pulling the plug out and putting it back.

Jason petted and stroked Donna’s body. She began to move like she did when they were making out. When the plug started slipping in and out with ease, Jason moved behind her and lined up his cock with her hole.

“Don’t let me hurt you, baby.”

“Go ahead, Jase. She’ll start closing.” Katherine said quietly. She reached down and tickled Donna’s clit lightly. “Now push.” Katherine kissed Donna. Donna’s mouth was slack. She concentrated on feeling her man’s cock violate her most intimate place for the first time. Katherine took up the job of petting Donna’s front side as Jason gently slipped his cock in her ass halfway.

“Oh, God. Oh, God.” Donna said loudly.

“Are you OK, Baby?” Katherine asked.

“Yes. canlı bahis siteleri Damn! I can’t believe it feels this good.” Donna announced. She rubbed Jason’s cock with some lube. “I think I want it all. Go slow and see if I can get it.” Donna turned back to Katherine. She pushed her ass out and rested her head on Katherine’s shoulder.

“OK, pretty girl. Push like you are shitting.” Katherine whispered into her ear.

Jason pressed his cock into her hole. The slick head slipped right in, but the skin was a little rougher. He began pumping gently. More and more of his hard cock slid in with each oscillation. Donna began to meet his pushing with effort of her own. And then, suddenly, he was fully in her sweet ass. They both laughed softly and paused with Donna’s cheeks pressing into Jason’s lap. Then Jason began to pump. Donna’s ass was opening in reaction to the stimulation. Each thrust got easier until Donna had a push reaction and Jason’s seven and a half inches was now up into a rectum that was coming down and he was really ten inches or more up her ass.

Jason and Katherine both sensed that Donna had gotten used to the intrusion and was enjoying it. Katherine reached under Donna and began rubbing her long clit hood. Jason began to rhythmically pump his thick cock into his lady’s body. He was certain that he wasn’t hurting her, so he picked up the pace. The pleasures he was feeling began to take over his mind. He gripped her hips and pumped her faster as Katherine fingered her pussy. Donna began to heave and groan loudly. Then she tensed up and pushed so hard she ejected Jason and bent over. Katherine held her. “Did you cum? Did you have an anal orgasm?” He hugged the girl. “Damn.”

Donna caught her breath. “I don’t know. Maybe. It was different.”

Jason stood there grinning and holding his dick. He was still hard.

“Can I try a little of that?” Katherine asked.

Donna picked up the butt plug and the job of petting Katherine.

“I don’t need that.” Katherine said.

Donna raised her hip and pushed the plug back into herself. “I’ll use it, then.”

Jason chuckled, but the thought of it made him flex his cock harder. Katherine offered up her ass. Jason guided it in. She was tight at first then she opened wide. Her ass took her son’s cock in one long push. Katherine adjusted her feet. She released Donna and braced on the wall. Donna moved back to kiss and encourage Jason and watch his cock stab Katherine’s muscled ass. Jason pumped harder into the experienced woman. He pounded hard and his skin slapped against hers. Katherine was looking to feel something like her late husband. It wasn’t the same or was it. The sexual feelings are so hard to remember. She had had several toys and a couple of men in there and it was a long time. It felt good though, very good. She stood up and eased away from Jason. “That feels great, son

.”

“I want to try it again. I want to see if I can just let him in. Are you up for it tiger?” Donna asked.

“I might be.” Jason said though he was tiring. He softly kissed Donna and turned her toward Katherine. Jason gently tugged on the plug and it popped out in his hand. He ran his cock in and encountered some resistance. Donna’s anus was tiring also. He knew how to get his orgasm started. He pulled his foreskin back hard and put his cock in Donna’s ass just far enough to get the most sensation. He pumped quickly and looked at Katherine’s beautiful tits. He closed his eyes and thought of the first time with Shelby and her hot little ass. Donna fell back in the grove and began meeting his thrusts with her ass. This put Jason over the edge. He started slamming it in Donna like in Katherine. Donna started another retching orgasm as Jason dumped his full load deep in Donna’s bowels.

…

All three lay in Katherine’s King size bed, Donna in the middle. She held a towel against her tush.

“Damn, baby. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I never want to hurt you.” Jason pleaded. Katherine worried if she had caused the girl some pain.

Donna laughed softly. “No. I’m fine. It just feels like it’s still open.” She kissed Jason softly. “I would have never thought that would be good and it was great. We will do that every now and then.”

“But not now.” Jason said and collapsed into a pillow.

The ladies laughed at him. “Will you stay and sleep with me, both of you? I love you so much.” Katherine asked.

…

Jason woke when Donna stirred. He followed her into Katherine’s bathroom. “Have you got to go, baby?” Jason asked whining. He hugged her for a long time.

Donna gave him a quick kiss. “I’ve got to go by my place and then to work.” She pulled up her slacks. “Oh, boy! Walk of shame time.”

“Just get a blouse from Kitty-Kat and go on in.”

“Looking like this? Crazy man.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

Donna liked in the mirror. “You’re so full of shit. I love you.” She brushed her hair. “Go back in there and cuddle with Kathy. She’ll love it. If she wants you, take care of her. I mean it.” Donna left with a kiss.

…

Jason woke again an hour later. He was spooning Katherine. She wore only a tee shirt. Jason’s morning boner was nestled in her ass crack. He reached around her and hugged her, cupping her breast in his hand.

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1:20am.

The clock stares me down boldly. I lay naked on my bed. I cannot sleep. I have not been able to sleep for weeks, maybe months. Really, have I ever had a full night’s sleep in 18 years? It’s all been leading up to today.

You see, today is my little girl’s 18th birthday.

I’ve watched my charismatic daughter grow from a witty little kid into a remarkable young lady. I am enraptured by her every movement, I hang onto every word she speaks, and I am constantly in awe of her innocent beauty. Over the past few years, she has developed curves in all the right places. Her shiny brunette hair is just long enough to brush her shoulders gently when she moves. Her ample bosom (D cup?) fills out the low cut sweaters she loves to wear, causing any man to stop and stare. And boy, those eyes! Her baby blues stare right down into the pit of my stomach every time she glances up at me. She is my heart and soul, my reason for living.

And 1 hour and 20 minutes ago, she became legal.

The thought has haunted me for years. My sweet, innocent baby girl is now free to do as she pleases. She has always been a good girl, a true Daddy’s girl…. But with a body like that, and the personality to back it up…. I worry.

I roll over onto my stomach and bury my head in the pillow. I know I’m being unreasonably concerned. She’s a smart girl, she can take care of herself, and she’s never gotten into any trouble.

But men… they bring trouble to the table. I know it as well as anyone. Look at the effect she has on me, her own father! I can only imagine the thoughts that run through their minds when they see her. They are the same thoughts I have, the same perverted fantasies I’ve been dreaming about for years.

I pound my fist into the mattress and roll onto my back again. My raging hard-on infuriates me. Just the mental image of my daughter’s face is enough. Picturing her curvy body sends me over the edge. I stroke my cock furiously as I imagine my little girl staring up at me innocently, her short stature always allowing me the perfect view of her supple cleavage.

My concerns creep back into my fantasies. If I’m unable to control myself, surely other men won’t be able to either. Do all fathers feel this way?

Finally, only one thought remains in my head. Flashing through my mind, over and over:

“My daughter is barely legal. My daughter is barely legal.”

My hand returns to my cock as this thought changes to simply “My daughter is legal.”

2:12am.

Enough is enough. Still unable to sleep, I know I need to do something. I need to protect my daughter from the immoral intentions of all mankind. I need to keep her safe. I have to make sure her innocence is protected. I’m not ready for her to grow up – she’s not ready to grow up!

I leave my bedroom in a fury and race down the hallway to hers. I pause briefly outside her door, my hand frozen on the doorknob. I have no plan, no idea how I’m going to protect her. All I know is – I have to.

I turn the knob slowly and am mesmerized by what I see. In the pale moonlight, I can make out her curvy silhouette on the bed. It’s warm tonight; no blanket beşiktaş escort necessary. I step closer to her bed as more of the wondrous sight before me is revealed. My eyes travel from her cute little feet up her silky smooth legs. She is wearing only a white satin nightie – her favorite. Her arms are wrapped tightly around her teddy bear, her breasts pressing firmly against it. Her perfect pouty lips are slightly parted, her steady breathing audible.

She is perfection.

2:15am.

In a few short hours, the beauty before me will awaken on her first day as a legal adult.

But, for now… she is still Daddy’s little girl.

I walk around the side of her bed and reach over to her teddy bear. I try to gently remove it from her grip, her arms resist at first but I tug harder. I place the bear on her nightstand and climb onto her bed. I move over her, and her arms reach up and around me. She pulls me close to her and whispers into the darkness, “Mmmm, teddy….”

I don’t resist her pull and I relax a bit, allowing my body to rest on top of hers, careful not to crush the delicate beauty beneath me. Her breathing is slow; it calms me. I look at her beautiful sleeping face and I know I am free to feel every place our bodies are touching. Her small hands gripping my back… her pink lips just inches from mine… her tender breasts just underneath my wildly beating heart… My knees next to hers, our legs intertwined….

And my cock. Hard as ever, it presses against my little girl’s thigh just beneath the hem of her nightie. If I shift just slightly…. It rests between her closed legs.

Trying not to disturb my baby’s restful sleep, I rock my hips ever so gently to rub my cock between her legs. The head pushes along the satin fabric, and I can feel it start to bunch up a bit beneath my pelvis.

I rest my weight on one arm next to my sleeping daughter, and I reach down to pinch the side of her nightie, pulling it up just a bit to free the space between her legs. My daughter’s head turns, and I freeze for what feels like an eternity as her body shifts and she spreads her legs apart to accommodate the weight of my body against hers. My cock slips lower between us, and my heart stops as I realize the head is resting against my daughter’s most innocent, sacred place.

And she’s not wearing any panties.

I move almost imperceptibly, fueled by the heat I feel from her.

My cock is resting atop my little girl’s pussy.

My daughter’s bare…

smooth…

soaking wet…

pussy.

Painfully rock-hard now, my heart beating out of my chest, I am suddenly aware of what I must do to keep this perfect little girl safe from the lustful minds of unsavory men, to protect her against inevitable heartbreak.

I must make her mine, and keep her to myself.

I press my hips against hers, and I feel the length of my shaft find its way along her wet slit. Still terrified of waking my sleeping beauty, I move as gently and quietly as I can, barely even at all…. but just enough for my shaft to press into her wetness easily, her soft pussy lips wrapping beylikdüzü escort around my cock.

Unable to stop myself now, I rub myself against my little girl’s hot pussy. I can feel her juices coating me as I slide ever so slowly up and down this perfect pussy.

She moans, in a barely audible whisper, “Mmmm, teddy…..”

Whether she’s dreaming or slightly conscious – I don’t even care at this point. I continue deriving the most immensely immoral pleasure from this single act, having crossed the line between acceptable and incestuous.

I feel her delicate hands tighten their grip on me as I rub against my princess more and more. Her breathing is heavier now, but her eyes remain closed. “Teddy…. teddy…” she breaths out in a whisper, over and over. What an incredibly vivid dream she must be having! Her body is still, with the small exception of her hands pulling me closer to her.

I shift my weight onto one arm again and bring my hand to her firm breast. I cannot help but utter a somewhat stifled groan as the palm of my hand finds her hardened nipple, feeling her wetness pouring out of her tiny little pussy as I rub both areas of her body now. My fingertips circle her delicate nipple, moving with the same slow rhythm as my cock.

I know she will surely awaken any second, but I don’t care. I roll my fingertips along her pert nipple as I cup her supple breast, the perfect size for my hand. I slide my thumb up and gently pinch her nipple. I feel her entire body react to this touch, her hips raising slightly to meet my gentle movements. A deeper moan arises from within her, and her dreamy whispers for “Teddy” turn into breathier confirmations of her pleasure. “Yessssss teddy…”

The fact that my little girl is enjoying this, whether consciously or just in her dreams of “Teddy,” is too much for me to handle. I have to give her more, show her more. I have to teach her that Daddy loves her and will protect her and keep her safe and bring her all the pleasure she will ever need.

My fingertips glide over the curve of her breast, and I pull the satiny fabric of her nightie down to reveal the most beautiful breast I have ever seen. Large but firm, silky skin, and a perfect pink nipple resting atop, begging for more attention. I cup the bottom of her breast and lower my head to it, partly my lips slightly, allowing my tongue the freedom to please my daughter.

Her nipple makes contact with my tongue, and I lick long and slow, allowing her nipple to graze the entire length of my tongue. Her hands tighten on me even more, driving me to place my lips around her breast and suck her perfect little nipple deeply. She squirms beneath me as I alternate suckling my little girl’s nipple and flicking it with the tip of my tongue.

I have never felt a wetter pussy before in my life. My gentle rubbing along her slit turns into a more frenzied thrusting as I frantically suck and lick and rub her most erogenous body parts. Her breathing is ragged now, her entire body displaying it’s appreciation of these actions, and her moaning gets louder with each flick of my tongue.

“Ohhhh beyoğlu escort Daddy…”

I freeze, unsure, uncertain. Did she say…

“Yesss Daddy….”

I remove my mouth from her breast and glance up at her perfect, angelic face. Slowly, her eyes open and she looks directly into my eyes, into my soul. “Make love to me, Daddy.” She says it, clear as day.

I place both of my hands beside her, lifting my weight off of her a bit. I pull my hips away from her, my cock following suit, removing my shaft from between her pussy lips. As I lower my face to hers, her hands move from my back to my hair, gently guiding my head to hers. I stare into her baby blue eyes as only the tip of my cock remains in contact with my daughter’s perfect body.

She places her small hands on either side of my face, and rubs her cute nose against mine. Eskimo kisses, just like she’s been doing her entire life. In that moment, I know.

I bring my lips to hers, kissing her in a way reserved only for lovers. I feel the tip of my cock slide down her dripping wet slit, and as our lips part to allow our tongues to swirl together, she raises her hips just enough, and it happens.

My incestuous cock slips inside my little girl’s perfect pussy.

My God, I have never felt anything so incredible in my life. I could never have imagined a tighter pussy than this. I feel her muscles tighten as I move, making it almost too hard to enter her.

With only the head of my cock inside my beautiful little girl, not wanting to hurt her, I break our kiss. “Baby girl…”

“It’s okay, Daddy…”

With my daughter’s encouragement, I push forward a little more. Her breath catches as her Daddy’s cock sinks deeper inside of her. She is soaking wet, but so tight! I go slow, pulling out after every inch and working my way back in, getting my baby girl used to my size.

Finally, I am completely inside her, every inch buried deep into my daughter.

We kiss again and I pull out, almost all the way. She whimpers as my cock leaves her pussy, and I thrust back into her, deep, hard. I repeat this pattern over and over, her pussy gripping my cock tightly with every thrust.

I am fucking my daughter.

The thought takes me over and I can’t handle it. I ram my cock into her, wrapping my arms under her and holding her close. She hugs me back, pulling me in, and her pussy lips rub against me as I rock her body underneath me, my cock barely leaving her. I need her, my daughter, forever. We make love for what feels like an eternity, daddy and daughter, in the dark, holding each other close, kissing, pressing our bodies together as the very cock that made her brings her the greatest pleasure she has ever known, the pussy he created bringing him to a new level of ecstasy he never thought possible.

“I love you, baby girl…”

“I love you too, Daddy…”

Those words are all I ever need to hear. It sends me over the edge, and my cock releases an explosive orgasm, shooting my cum deep inside my little girl. Her body responds with a spasm, her pussy tightening harder than ever around me, milking my cock as she cums with me, my sweet little girl.

Wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over both of us. Finally, I collapse on top of her, our arms still wrapped tightly around each other.

“Happy birthday, princess!” I whisper. Our breathing eventually slows, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms, my cock still inside my little girl.

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David leaned back against the headboard of his bed, watching the video, as the two women began undressing. He found himself wondering if his mother and Aunt Karen looked as good naked. His Aunt Karen had come to stay with them a month earlier, after her husband left her. He had often enough, caught glimpses of both of them in their underwear, but it wasn’t the same as seeing them totally nude. He had seen his aunt’s tits once. It had been on his birthday, when the two of them had taken him to a bar. The whole twenty-first birthday ritual, complete with lots of booze and several trips to the bathroom. It had been during one of those trips that he had walked in on his aunt while she was getting ready to take a shower. He had been kind of surprised when she just stood there smiling when he walked in.

He didn’t doubt his mother could measure up, with her hourglass figure that she spent hours a week at the gym maintaining. Her tits weren’t large, just filling a B cup, but from the times he had seen her going braless, they were still firm. Her best asset had always been her eyes, yeah it’s the eyes. But it was true, his mother had the kind of eyes that screamed at you, making you want to stare into them and get lost.

His aunt, was another story. Her figure was more full, not fat, but not the hourglass type like his mother. Her breasts weren’t much bigger than his mother’s, in fact the two often shared bras, although when his aunt wore his mother’s bra, she tended to spill out the top of it. But she had a firm round ass that made you stare at it when she walked by.

With the last of their clothes removed, the two women turned their attention to their male companion, who was laying on the bed, his cock sticking straight up in the air. David slowly stroked his cock as he watched the two women kneel on the bed and begin licking at the man’s cock, taking turns running their tongues along the shaft.

The shining of headlights through the curtains of his room warned David of his mother’s arrival home. He quickly shut off the video and grabbed a pair of shorts, pulling them on and tucking his erection inside. Looking out the window he watched as his mother and his aunt climbed out of a car and started toward the front door. His mother was carrying her shoes, and his aunt was hanging onto her free arm as the two of them stumbled up the sidewalk.

“Shit,” he thought. “They’re drunk again.”

Rushing from his room, he reached the front door just as the doorbell rang. Pulling the door opened, he almost collided with the two women as they stumbled inside.

“Take her,” his mother said, pushing Karen into his arms. “She’s gotten sick three times already. Put her in the bathroom.”

“I’ze fine.” Karen mumbled, draping herself against David’s shoulder. “Oooh, high hun,” she said, lifting her head and trying to look at David.

David started guiding her toward the hallway, as his mother closed the door and locked it. “I need another drink,” she said, tossing her shoes to the floor and stumbling across the floor to the kitchen.

By the time they reached the stairs, Karen’s feet were dragging. David reached under her and picked her up, before heading up the stairway and into the bathroom. “Oooh, so strong.” She mumbled, her head falling against his neck as he carried her. The closeness of her body, and her hot breath on his neck sent David’s already erect cock into overdrive, as it pushed outward against his shorts.

As he lowered her to the floor next to the toilet, he felt his cock spring out through the slot in his shorts. He tried stepping back, but she pulled herself to him as he stood, holding her cheek against him. Her face literally slid down his body, and his cock brushed against her cheek.

“Oh my.” she said, her eyes locked on his erect cock as it seemed to point straight at her. “Now that’s nice.”

Her hand reached out and grasped his cock. The touch was electric, and David shuddered, the whole forbiddenness of it almost sending over the edge.

“Oh, Fuck!” David heard his mother shout from downstairs. “David!”

Pulling his aunt’s hand from his cock, David slipped it back into his shorts and rushed from the room and down the stairs. As he entered the kitchen he could still hear his mother swearing. He stopped at the doorway, as he saw his mother standing at the sink, her blouse off, being held under the faucet.

“She fucking puked on me,” his mother said, turning and staring at him. She looked him up and down then turned back to the sink as she mumbled out more epitaphs against her sister.

“Get me something to put on,” she said, “it’s on my bra as well.”

David rushed back upstairs, pausing at the door to the bathroom to check on his aunt, who was apparently passed out against the toilet. Grabbing his mother’s robe from her bedroom he rushed back downstairs, and into the kitchen. His mother was still standing at the sink, scrubbing her blouse as he entered.

“Thanks, hun,” she said taking her robe bahçelievler escort from his outstretched hand. She slipped it on then turned her back to him as she reached inside the sleeves and removed her bra, dropping that into the sink as well.

“Thank you,” she mumbled, as she began scrubbing her bra. She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled. “You go ahead and get back to bed, and whatever you were doing.” She smiled as she said that, tilting her head toward him. David looked down and realized his cock had popped out of his shorts again and was pointing straight at his mother.

He blushed as he muttered an apology and turned away from her. “See you in the morning,” he said as he walked back upstairs to his room.

“What about Aunt Karen,” he shouted down, as he walked past the bathroom and saw his aunt sprawled out on the floor.

“Leave her there. If she gets sick again, I don’t want it on the carpet.” His mother called back.

As he stepped into his room, David peeled off his shorts and tossed them on a chair. His cock sprang up, sticking straight out screaming for attention. Climbing into bed, he turned the video back on and laid back, slowly stroking his cock, as the screen came to life. His pace increased as the two women on the screen began taking turns sucking of the guy. His eyes were focused on the screen, and his hand was stroking is cock furiously. It was like he was there in the video, as he felt the pressure building. Nothing else existed as he continued stroking his cock, imagining what it would be like to have two women giving him that kind of attention.

His cock twitched and his balls flexed as he began spraying cum in large jets, arcing upward and across his stomach. He gripped his cock tightly as shot after shot of jism sprayed upward, soaking his abdomen and chest. As the last bit of cum oozed out of his cock, David reached over and turned off the video. Grabbing some tissues he cleaned up as best he could before curling up and letting sleep overtake him.

It was still dark when David woke up, his cock rigid and his bladder straining for release. Climbing from his bed, he slipped on his shorts and made his way across the hall to the bathroom. His aunt was sprawled out on the floor near the toilet.

“Damn.” He thought, seeing her laying there. He had hoped she had woke during the night and gone somewhere else.

His bladder was about ready to burst. He looked at his aunt, and shrugged. Slowly moving past her he stood at the toilet and pulled out his cock. As he stood there, releasing a steady stream of urine into the toilet, he couldn’t help but glance down at his aunt, as she lay sleeping on the floor. Her blouse was half unbuttoned and her jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. From where he stood, he could see the swell of her breasts as they dove down into her white bra. Her jeans had worked open revealing just a hint of pubic hair and no sign of panties.

Finished releasing his bladder, David knelt down beside his aunt and shook her gently. “Aunt Karen.” He whispered, “Aunt Karen.”

She rolled over slightly and her eyes opened. “Where am I?” she asked, glancing around before closing her eyes again.

“Aunt Karen, let me help you up.” He said, slipping his arm under her, his forearm pressing against her breast as he tried to lift her.

“Uh, thanks,” she muttered, her eyes barely open.”I guess I had a bit much, huh.” It was obvious from her speech that she was still drunk.

As he lifted her to a standing position, David felt his cock rub against the length of her thigh. “Mmmm.” She moaned, draping her arms around his neck and sliding her hips so that his cock lodge against her crotch. “Mmmm, that’s nice.”

“Let’s get you to bed.” David said as he slid around to her side, his arm reaching around her waist to support her.

“Mmm, bed. Like the sound of that.” She muttered as her allowed David to lead her out of the bathroom.

As they reached the door to the spare room, David reached out with his free hand and opened the door. “let’s get you in bed.” He said, guiding her through the door and to the bed. Lowering her onto the bed, David stepped aside and grabbed the blanket, pulling it back. Standing back in front of his aunt, he watched her waver from side to side.

“OK.” he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and laying her down. “You’re in bed now.”

“Mmmm, in bed,” she muttered, her eyes opening. A smile came to her lips as she reached up with one hand and touched David’s cheek. “So good.”

Her hand slid down across his chest before sliding across his cock. “Mmmm, so good.” She muttered again as her hand grasped his cock, squeezing it. David stood there as she pulled his cock free, sliding to the edge of the bed as she did. David’s hips thrust forward involuntarily as his aunts lips wrapped around his cock, engulfing it in a warm wet heat.

“Oh, God.” He muttered as she began sucking his cock. His hands bahçeşehir escort dropped down to rest on the back of her head as she took more and more of his cock in with each downward movement. It was the greatest sensation David had ever felt as his aunt buried her nose in his pubes, engulfing his entire length in the hottest, wettest embrace he had ever felt.

“Oh, God, Oh God.” He cried, as he felt his hot cum begin shooting out of his shaft, splashing against the back of her throat. She continued sucking with all her might, drawing every drop of his seed from him until his cock began to ache. Slowly he pulled back, drawing his cock free of her mouth with a popping sound.

“Mmmmm, so good,” she muttered, her hand still gripping his cock, as she rolled back onto the bed pulling him with her. David’s hands were shaking as he slowly undid her blouse the rest of the way, revealing her breasts, held captive in the white lace bra. It took him several attempts to unhook her bra and free her tits because his hands were shaking so badly. He almost shouted in triumph when he finally managed to free them. His aunt was laying on the bed, her eyes closed as he slowly lowered his mouth to her breast, his tongue flicking the rock hard nipple as he pulled the breast into his mouth.

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as she squirmed around, peeling her pants down, while keeping her breast tight against David’s hungry mouth. “Ohh so good.” She mumbled as she kicked her legs free of her jeans, sending them flying across the room. David felt her hands pulling him on top of her, guiding his hardening cock to her anxiously waiting pussy.

Holding his cock against the opening, she thrust upward, forcing inch after inch of his cock into her wet hole as she pulled his body up to face her. Her hips began bucking as she forced inch after inch of his cock into her hungry cunt. David felt her legs wrap around him as her fingers grabbed his ass pulling him tight against her, his cock fully imbedded in her cunt. He stared down at her face, contorted in passion as she began thrusting upward, driving his cock hard into her pussy. He was completely out of control as her pussy began to convulse the muscles rippling down the length of his cock.

He began thrusting into her, matching her upward thrusts as he felt her spasms increase. Her eyes were closed as she continued to writhe beneath him, thrusting wildly now as her orgasm swept through her. Her head flailed from side to side as she began moaning loudly, her fingers digging into his skin, trying to pull him completely inside her. David began shoving his cock hard into her, until their pelvis’ crashed together, then pulling it out until only the tip was still inside her.

His cock ached as he continued driving into her, feeling the pressure building with each full stroke. Her hips arched up, trying to keep as much in her as possible with each back stroke. David’s back burned where her nails had dug into him, leaving what he was certain were long gouges into his flesh. His cock twitched and swelled as he drove into her with all his strength, and he erupted deep inside her, his cock pulsing and twitching as she shuddered with each spray of his cum deep inside her.

“Ooo, so good.” She muttered, her hands falling to her sides.

As they lay there, allowing their breathing to return to normal, David heard a soft click. He almost jumped out of the bed at the sound, he looked around at the empty room.

Standing up, David pulled the sheets over his aunt before quietly slipping from the room. He made his way to his bedroom, closing the door as quietly as he could before climbing into bed, his body aching for sleep.

He was on the verge of sleep when he heard a faint knock on the door, and it opened. The night light in from the bathroom outlined his mother as she carefully stepped into his room, closing the door behind her. In the darkness, he could just make out her shape as she made her way to his bed, carefully lowering herself onto the edge of the bed.

“David.” She whispered, her hand reaching out to gentle shake him.

He considered not answering, pretending he was asleep, but he knew that was useless.

Rolling over onto his back, he looked up at her, her face all but invisible in the darkness.

“Yeah, mom.” He said, trying to sound half asleep, which wasn’t completely a lie.

“David, can we talk?” she said, her hand resting on his chest.

“Sure, mom. What’s up?” He said, sliding up to a sitting position, and reaching for the light.

“Leave it off.” She said, grasping his hand.

“I, Uhm, I don’t know how to put this,” she began, still holding his hand.

“David, what you did tonight, Uhm, well, what you did tonight, it was wrong.” She said, her hand pulling his into her lap.

“I know mom, but it wasn’t my fault. I mean, she was the one who …” he started, knowing there was no real excuse.

“She was drunk, David. Drunk and lonely. bakırköy escort You took advantage of her.” His mother continued, her grip on his wrist tightening, holding his hand firmly in her lap.

“But mom, I was just trying to help her to bed, and she, she …. I couldn’t help myself, mom. She didn’t give me much choice really. I mean once she had me in her mouth, I just couldn’t stop.” He stammered, trying to pull his hand away.

“So you’re saying that out of nowhere she was sucking your cock. That there was no chance for you to stop it? That this was all her fault?” she said, placing both her hands over his, pulling it tight into her lap.

“No, it’s not her fault, I mean she was drunk, and Uhm. Well, I could have, Uhm. But I wasn’t expecting it, and then, once she started, I just couldn’t stop.” He said, relaxing his hand.

“So you’re so lacking in self-control that any woman could just grab your cock, give it a few quick licks, and that would be it. Is that what you want me to believe?” she said, her hands still holding his against her lap.

“And of course, your aunt had no idea what she was doing, so it’s not her fault either.”

“Well, Uhm, I mean, ” he stammered, as he felt her pull his hand even tighter against her lap.

“So, let’s say, just for arguments sake,” his mother began, her hands releasing his. “If some other drunk woman, had been the one to grab your cock.” As she said this her hand reached under the sheet and slowly wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Mom!” David cried out, trying to slide away.

She ignored him as she leaned forward, saying “And wrapped her lips around it.”

As she said this her lips came into contact with his cock, touching it lightly. The touch was electrifying. David sat bolt upright, unable to do anything as his mother slowly engulfed his member. Taking his entire length into her mouth before releasing it and turning her head towards him.

“I suppose you’re going to tell me that you couldn’t help it, no matter who it was.” She said, her hand slowly stroking his cock, as it grew in her hand.

“And once that happened, there was nothing that could be done to stop it.” She continued, her free hand peeling her robe from her shoulders. The little light that shone through the window reflected off her bare skin. David gasped as her body came into view. He had always known her breasts were big, but he never imagined just how big.

“But mom,” he stammered, his hand reaching out to lightly caress her bare breast. He felt her shudder at the touch, and quickly drew his hand back, afraid he had somehow broken the magic of the moment. Her hand released his cock and she climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs.

“Shhh.” she whispered. “It’s nobody’s fault. You can’t help it, and I’m drunk.”

Slowly she sank down, lowering her head between his legs as she wrapped both hands around his now swollen cock, holding it steady as she lowered her lips to it once more. David’s whole body shook as he stared into the darkness, barely able to make out his mother’s form as she began to suck his cock. Unlike Karen, David’s mother worked her lips slowly, almost gently over his cock, building his need, little by little until he was thrusting upward, straining to shoot his load into her hot mouth.

Lifting her head from his groin, she slid up his body, her tits sliding across his cock and pressing into his chest. Their mouths met in a passion driven kiss, their bodies melted against each other, David’s cock lodged firmly between his mother’s thighs as she ground against him.

David’s mind was spinning, as he let the uncontrollable passion guide his movements. His hands reached down, guiding his cock into his mother’s cunt, filling her completely in one upward thrust that broke their kiss as she pushed herself up with her arms while forcing her hips downward, their groins mashing together.

“Ohhh god,” she moaned, “nobody’s fault. Oh, God. I can’t help it. Fuck me, fuck me, David. Fuck your mother.”

David could feel his own blood pounding through him as he grabbed his mother’s hips and rolled her over, keeping his cock buried deep inside her pussy. He grabbed her legs and pulled them upwards, rolling her hips to allow his cock deeper access into her anxiously waiting cunt.

“No ugh, body’s ugh, fault.” He grunted, driving his cock hard into her.

“Oh god. Can’t help it. I need it so bad.” She cried, her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling his head down toward her. Her mouth seeking his, their lips meeting, their tongues invading each other, as David continued to pound into her.

Sweat was pouring off David’s body as he continued to slam into his mother’s willing body. He could feel her breasts pushing hard against him, the nipples boring holes into his chest. He could feel her grip on him tighten, as she flexed her legs, pulling her cunt hard against. Her whole body began to shake and her cunt began to convulse, sending spasms of pleasure through him.

“Oh God!” she screamed as she flung her head from side to side, breaking their oral embrace. “Fuck me, oh god, oh, oh ooooh.”

David felt the sudden warmth as she began gushing fluids around his cock. “Oh Christ. I made her piss herself.” He thought, having never experienced a woman who ejaculated.

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On a bookstore prowl, I come across, leather bound, a rare book, the object of many early quests, and a very rare woman, the object (she must be) of many men’s quest. The initial object of my desire: an 18th century edition of the Old French Romance, Lancelot du Lac. The new provocation: A beautiful woman bound in black leather pants with a purple silk blouse, as alluring to me as the jacarandas in Los Angeles when they bloom in late April

Can you judge a book by its cover? Sometimes. I am thus amused and not startled when I overhear her ask a clerk for Tobsha Learner’s Quivers and a collection of contemporary erotica and love poetry. Can you judge a book by its binding? A better bet than the cover. Just look down the spine. Contemporary publishers often deceive us: they give us a hard back cover but paste the pages to the spine, the same as a paperback book. The leather bound and hand sewn quality of this woman seems to be no delusion.

I run into the Black Leather Woman a second time, waiting at the elevator. We enter and punch up different floors. While ascending, I make her an offhand suggestion.

“If you are looking for interesting erotica, especially poetry, don’t forget the classics.”

She looks at me a bit quizzically, then asks, “What do you have in mind specifically?”

I mention a few authors and titles. She thanks me for the suggestions, and gets off, the doors opening for her floor. We meet again later in the classics section, a small room off on the fourth floor. We smile in recognition, and she asks me again for my recommendations. I suggest Aristophanes’ Lysistrata, Catullus, Ovid, Theocritus, the King James version ataşehir escort of “The Song of Solomon,” and, first and foremost, Sappho. I find her a copy, and she reads: “I confess….I love that which caresses me….My tongue is broken…a thin flame runs under my skin…I drip with sweat…trembling shakes my body…I turn paler than dry grass….If you will come…I shall put out new pillows for you to rest on…”

Her eyes glint, her lips purse, her limbs loosen, she exhales, then remarks, “This is beautiful…it’s remarkable…The words pierce me and curl inside. When I was 14, 18 this stuff always seemed so dry. What else is good? Do you have time to talk?”

Yes, I did have time, but Sappho proved no Gallehault. We just read and talked more and more that day.

We left the bookstore, several new books in her hands, and went for an espresso at a French bistro next door, and we kept talking, through the evening (as the espressos gave way to dinner) about literature, language, words, my career as as a professor of literature, her interests in writing, fiction, film, life.

And for months, we kept talking, just talking and conversing: through letters, emails, meetings for lunch, about logos and eros, language and the sensual. She had her lovers, female as well as male. I had my wife and three children. The conversations about all of them except my kids were relatively flat, straight, and short–mostly Hemingway prose, simple nouns and adjectives: fine, the same, ok, some pleasure, frustration, hope, some interest, a possibility, a lie. The conversations about the literature, however, were bliss, the pleasures avcılar escort of the text: something of a menage a trois of Virginia Woolf, Tom Stoppard, and Octavio Paz talking, debating, pronouncing, condemning, celebrating, taking joy, giving pleasure.

Almost a year after our first meeting, she calls, thrilled, and asks me to meet her at the restauarant again next to our bookstore. She’s dressed more formally than usual–a black silk dress with sheer black lace stockings. She orders my favorite dishes for us to share: an avocado and melon salad with a lime and cayenne pepper dressing and Coquilles St. Jacques. After dinner, she asks for the best champagne and presents me with a gift: a copy of a literary journal containing her first story in print. The title: “The New Paradiso, Canto V.” The epigraph is from Sappho: “I confess…I love that which caresses me.” We exult, we toast, we kiss, and we toast again and again.

“What’s it about?,” I ask.

“Oh, it’s rather unbelievable. A literature professor in California and an English woman seduce each other through the internet; he introduces her to Sappho, she has a muse of fire, and they light up the screen.”

“How does it end,” I ask.

“It’s more a Hollywood than an Alina Reyes ending. No mystification. When they finally meet, they make words flesh in the classics section of a London bookstore.”

Silly story, I think to myself. We almost finish the bottle of champagne, and she leaves me to read the story as she must go off for a date. I read the story with pleasure, noting my favorite lines, the ones that hit first the spine and rush up avrupa yakası escort it, as if we have a wick inside us that can be lit up at the top into a flame by words: “My cover opened, my pages turned, my spine inspected, leather bound….The erotic must unfold slowly, like petals opening before the morning sun….Men are wonderful at listening to themselves talk; woman at listening to others….I am just so coquettish with you–a nymph dancing in your mind….Having bitten the apple you will remain in paradise.”

At the end of the story, she has inscribed a note. “If you want me to thank you the proper way, I’m yours in the classic section. Take me. (I never wear anything underneath a black silk dress).” The Paradiso is the story of incarnation: The word made flesh. Life must imitate art. Let the word be made flesh. He entered the bookstore. They read no more that night.

Footnote 1. Here is the ending of Dante, The Inferno, Canto V, the story of Paolo and Francesca: “One day for pastime, we read of Lancelot, how love constrained him; we were alone, suspecting nothing. Several times that reading urged our eyes to meet and took the color from our faces, but one moment alone it was that overcame us. When we read how the longed-for smile was kissed by so great a lover, this one, who never shall be parted from me, kissed my mouth all trembling. A Gallehault was the book and he who wrote; that day we read no farther in it.”

Footnote 2. Gallehault was one of the characters in the Old French roman, Lancelot du Lac. During Gallehault’s residence at King Arthur’s court a warm friendship developed between him and Lancelot, who confided his love for Queen Guinevere. Gallehault arranged for the two to meet. In the course of this interview, Gallehault urged the queen to kiss Lancelot–and so began the adulterous passion between those two. From the part he played on this occasion, the name of Gallehault, like that of Pandarus, became a synonym for ‘go-between.’

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For those of you who have not read the first chapter, I highly recommend you go check out ‘Nocturnal Emissions’ in the Incest/Taboo category. You may be confused as to what is happening, as it is a direct continuation of the morning after. As always, feedback is important to me, as I am a new erotic author. Thanks for reading, and enjoy!

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I awoke to the sound of knocking on Jennifer’s door, with Jen still asleep in my arms. Suddenly, Jen sprang up and headed for the door.

“Why are you still in bed, honey? It’s twelve o’clock!” Julia called through the locked door.

“I’m not feeling well. I think I ate something that didn’t agree with my stomach.” Jen replied through the door.

“I’m sorry, honey. I’ll pick you up some Pepto Bismol when I get off work.” Julia told her.

“That would be great. I’m going to lay back down and get some rest.” Jen replied.

“Ok, I hope you’ll feel better by tonight. I’m off to work.” Julia told her. “Call Josh and ask him when he’s going to be back, if you would.” She added.

“I already did, he said he was going to be back real soon.” Jen replied, winking at me.

I was already starting to get hard looking at her naked body.

“Ok, bye honey.” Julia told Jen.

“Bye mom.” Jen replied. Jen walked over to the bed, got underneath the covers, and straddled me. Jen reached down and tongue kissed me for a few seconds, then started grinding her pussy against my hard shaft.

I gently pinched Jen’s nipples, and rolled them between my fingers. Jen moaned softly when I did.

“Let’s take a shower together when she leaves.” I told Jen.

“That sounds good to me.” Jen replied.

I closed my eyes, and focused on the pleasure that Jen was giving me. I didn’t want to cum, so I told her to stop when I was close. Jen obeyed, and just laid on top of me, kissing me passionately.

We waited until we heard Julia’s car drive away, then got out of bed. Jen went over to her closet, and picked out something to wear when she got out of the shower. I just slowly stroked myself looking at her glorious figure. I couldn’t help but to think how lucky I was, ending up with a girl like Jen.

I sighed, and got out of bed, heading to the door. “I’m going to go get myself some clothes.” I told Jen.

“Ok, love.” Jen replied.

I unlocked her door, then headed to my room. I walked to my room, and retrieved a pair of underwear, socks, pants and a t-shirt. I sat on my bed, thinking back to our night at homecoming. It was so perfect, I could still hear the song we slow danced to in my mind. It was called ‘You and Me’ by Lifehouse.

Luckily, I had the song on my iPhone and the stereo in the bathroom had an auxiliary input. I grabbed my auxiliary cord, and headed to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on, and plugged my iPhone into the stereo. I waited for Jen to enter the bathroom, which she did after a couple of minutes.

“Do you remember the song that was playing when we slow danced at homecoming?” I asked her.

“How could I forget it? It was ‘You and Me’ by Lifehouse. Do you remember what I told you when you pressed your forehead to mine?” Jen asked me.

I thought back to that night, and remembered her words. “You told me that you felt safe with me.” I told Jen.

Jen smiled, and then nodded. “I wanted to kiss you so bad, but I was afraid that you would reject me.” Jen confessed.

“I would never have rejected you, Jen.” I told her, realizing just now how true those words were. “I have a surprise for you.” I told her. I turned my attention to the iPhone, and pressed play. Our song started to play, and Jen beamed. I stood up, and walked over to her. I took Jen by the hand and led her to the shower, kissing her neck.

Jen stepped into the shower first, and I followed her. I leaned down and sucked on her nipples, while my right hand fingered her pussy and my thumb massaged her clit. Jen made a loud moan of approval, pressing my body against hers. I made a trail of kisses down to her pussy, and lapped at her slit.

I started at her vaginal entrance and licked up to her clit, paying special attention to her love button. I made little circles around it, and slowly penetrated her with two fingers. Jen’s moans became more urgent, and she started grinding her pussy against my face. I looked up at her face, watching the streams of water trickle down her beautiful body.

I switched my tongue to her love tunnel, and started tongue fucking her. I rubbed her clit with my thumb and she tensed up, climaxing on my tongue. Her juices filled my mouth, tasting so sweet. Jen let loose an animal scream, digging her fingernails into my scalp.

I winced in pain until she slowly released me, coming down from her orgasm. Jen was panting, slowly caressing my head now.

“Now it’s your turn.” Jen told me through ragged breaths. “Stand up.” Jen commanded.

I happily obliged, standing up and kissing her on the lips. Jen wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me back. topkapı escort She then turned her attention to my neck, kissing and sucking on it while her right hand slowly stroked my cock.

“Can I suck on your cock, please?” Jen asked, looking up at me with bright blue eyes that were burning with desire.

I nodded, and guided her head down to my manhood. Jen started to stroke me with two hands, and kissed the tip. My cock twitched in approval and anticipation. Jen licked the tip and I moaned in approval.

Jen looked up and smiled at me, then locked her lips around my mushroom head. Jen licked circles around my head, and gently sucked on it. She switched to only using one hand to stroke me, and took me deeper into her mouth.

I almost came right there, as I’ve never had a blowjob before. The suction was amazing, as was her tongue going up and down my shaft. I started to thrust gently and Jen pushed back, taking me deeper. I was certain I hit the back of her throat, as Jen pulled back instinctively. She gagged, but kept trying to deep throat me.

Jen put her hands on my ass, and tried again to take my full length in. I was in ecstasy, as this was a new feeling to me. With the way Jen was sucking, I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m going to cum, Jen!” I told her, starting to thrust again.

Jen pulled back to talk. “Cum in my mouth! I want to taste your semen.” Jen instructed.

I nodded and closed my eyes, focusing on the pleasure that Jen was giving me. Her mouth felt so good, and she wanted to taste my semen. This thought sent me into an orgasm, and I shot multiple ropes of semen into her mouth. Jen moaned and squeezed my balls when I came, her throat vibrating around my cock.

“Jen, that felt amazing!” I panted, breathless.

Jen released me from her mouth and grinned. She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, to show that she swallowed my cum.

“Come here!” I told her, taking Jen’s face in my hands. I locked my lips with hers, shoving my tongue in her mouth. I tasted traces of my cum on her tongue, but I didn’t care.

We stood under the stream of hot water, kissing each other affectionately. I grabbed the washcloth that was on the shower head, and lathered it in soap. I washed Jen’s back, pulling her body against mine as I did so. She returned the favor after I was done. After that, we each took turns washing each other.

When we had finished showering, I turned the water off and stepped out. I dried myself off, and put my clothes on. Jen did the same shorty after. I gave her a quick peck on the lips and grabbed my iPhone, turning off the stereo as I left the bathroom.

I made my way into the kitchen, realizing how hungry I was. I was sure that Jen was hungry as well, so I made us both eggs, hash browns, bacon and toast. I was almost done cooking when Jen smacked my ass behind me, startling me.

“Shouldn’t I be the one smacking your ass?” I asked Jen, keeping my eyes on the sizzling bacon in front of me. I was being careful not to let it burn.

“You should be, but I think you have a cute butt.” Jen told me.

“Well that’s…. Good to know, I guess.” I replied, laughing.

“Are you done making our second breakfast?” Jen asked, wrapping her arms around my waist.

“I’m getting there, Jen. It’ll only be a couple more minutes.” I replied.

“Good to know, I’m starving!” Jen told me. She released me, and then walked over to the kitchen table.

As she sat down, I scraped the bacon off of the frying pan and put two pieces on each of our plates. Everything was ready, so I placed one plate on either side of the table. After that, I poured two glasses of milk and set them next to each of the plates.

“What are your plans for today?” Jen asked me as she ate a bite of hash browns.

I thought about that for a second. “I’m probably going to go over to friend Nick’s house and hang out. I told him last week that I would go over to help him with a résumé.” I told Jen, taking a sip of milk.

“Do you want me to come also?” Jen asked, looking up at me.

I was tempted to say yes, but I shook my head. “You’ve never gone over there before, and it would be suspicious if you started going with me everywhere. Nick has already got a thing for you, and he would probably start hitting on you if you went with me.” I told Jen.

Jen gave me a sad look, but nodded. “It’s for the best that we don’t raise suspicion.” Jen told me, sadly.

I pursed my lips and took her hand in mine. “We can’t let anyone find out about us. No one would understand, and God knows what would happen if anyone found out.” I told Jen.

Jen looked down at her food, and played with her fork. “What should we do? We can’t show affection in public, we can’t show affection when around each other’s friends, and we definitely can’t show affection in front of mom and dad.” Jen replied, still playing with her fork.

I thought about it for a minute, but couldn’t come up with any ideas. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure tuzla escort something out.” I said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

We ate the rest of breakfast in silence, with me thinking about ways to cover our relationship up, and Jen staring off into the distance as she ate.

After breakfast, we washed the dishes and put them away. I then went into my room and grabbed my car keys, and headed for Nick’s house.

~~~~~~~~~~

I pulled up to Nick’s house, then turned off the car. I grabbed my laptop that I had brought with me, and headed for the door. I knocked about four times, then waited for Nick to open the door. When he finally opened the door, he was only in pants and socks.

Nick would be considered attractive to girls, with a well toned body, blonde wavy hair, and hazel eyes. He was definitely the better looking out of the two of us.

“I didn’t realize you’d be coming over so soon, Josh.” Nick told me, motioning for me to come in.

I pulled out my phone and checked the time. “It’s after four o’clock, bro. How do you expect to hold down a job if you get up everyday when people normally get off from work?” I asked, laughing.

“Very carefully, that’s how.” Nick replied. “By the way, Julia called and asked what time you were going to be done helping me move something.” Nick told me.

My heart sank to my stomach. “What did you tell her?” I asked.

“Relax bro, I had your back. I told her that you hung out with me after you helped me. I told her that you’d be back before eight.” Nick told me, winking at me.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. I should have known that Julia would check up to verify the story, that’s how she was. Even though I was nineteen, they still somewhat limited my independence. “Thanks Nick, you’re a good friend.” I told him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

Nick nodded. “You’re welcome. So what was so bad that you had to use me as an alibi?” He asked.

I hadn’t thought that far ahead. I was so busy with Jen that I had completely forgotten to fabricate a story. “Promise you won’t tell anyone?” I asked, delaying answering the question to come up with something believable.

“Of course I won’t tell anyone, bro.” Nick replied.

“I was out getting drunk. I knew I was going to have a hangover the next day, so I stayed out all night.” I lied to Nick.

“You were having fun without me?” Nick asked, laughing. “Why didn’t you sober up here?” He added.

“I would have, but you were all the way across town. I was in no condition to drive.” I told Nick.

Nick nodded. “I guess that was a pretty good reason.” He told me.

“Anyways, let’s get working on your résumé.” I told Nick, changing the subject.

“Ok.” Nick replied, sitting down next to me.

Over the next hour, we tweaked, fine-tuned and fool-proofed his résumé. After that, we played Call of Duty for a couple of hours, until it was time for me to leave. Right before I left, Nick stopped me.

“Hold on, man.” Nick told me. He looked nervous, as though he was about to tell or ask me something I wouldn’t like.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“We’ve known each other for a long time, right?” Nick asked.

“Ever since middle school. Why, are you trying to ask me out or something?” I asked, laughing.

“Not you, exactly.” Nick told me.

“Then how does this relate to me?” I asked.

“Well, I was wondering if I could get your blessing to ask Jennifer out.” Nick told me.

I instantly was raging on the inside, but had to keep cool on the outside. “I don’t know, Nick.”

“Aw come on dude! You know that I’m a good guy. I would treat her right. That’s why I asked you first. I don’t want any secrets between us.” Nick told me.

I thought long and hard about it. On one hand, I didn’t want him anywhere near my Jen. On the other, if I didn’t say yes, Nick would think I was a jerk and ruin our friendship. “I guess you could ask her out.” I replied, grinding my teeth.

“Cool, thanks. You’re a good friend.” Nick told me.

I nodded, then shut the door behind me.

I walked to my car, then opened the driver’s side door and sat down. I punched the roof of my car, furious. After all, Jen was mine. I took a deep breath, then popped in a death metal CD to calm me down. I drove home, thinking about how I could resolve the situation.

When I arrived at the house, I was surprised to see my dad’s Cadillac in the driveway. I parked on the side of the street, and walked to the house. When I opened the door, the smell of pizza cooking greeted my nostrils.

I walked into the kitchen, where everyone was already seated except for Julia, who was busy slicing the pizza.

“Hey, Josh. You’ve been gone all day, what have you been up to?” Julia asked.

I was with Nick. He had bought a queen sized bed from a lady in Scio, so we traveled over there to get it. After that, I helped him get his résumé updated. We played some video games after that, and that’s when I left to come back here.” I lied to Julia.

“Sounds pendik escort like a busy day. We were about to send a search party after you.” Julia replied, joking.

I nodded, then took a seat at the table. I felt horrible about lying, as I have never made a habit out of it before. Unfortunately, everything honorable about me has gone out the window.

“Have you found any job prospects, Josh?” My dad asked me.

“I’m looking at a couple places. Safeway in Albany is looking like a possibility.” I told dad.

“You know, I could always get you a job where I work.” Dad replied.

I shook my head. “This is something I want to do on my own, dad.” I told him.

“I’m proud of you, Josh.” Dad replied.

I didn’t reply. I finished my dinner, and headed for my room. I was beyond frustrated with what happened with Nick earlier, so I listened to Slayer to calm me down. I thought about what I would say to Jen, if I even would tell her anything at all. I had my headphones in and my eyes closed when a hand touched my arm, scaring the Hell out of me.

I sprang up in bed, opening my eyes to find Jen with a concerned look on her face.

“Jeez, you scared the shit out of me Jen!” I shouted angrily.

Jen recoiled with a hurt look on her face, and I instantly felt a twinge of guilt for making her upset.

I sighed and took her hand, squeezing it gently. “I’m sorry that I shouted, Jen. Nick said something today that really upset me,!and I have been in a bad mood since.” I told Jen.

“It’s ok, Josh. I could tell you were upset since you walked into the front door.” Jen replied.

“Was it really that obvious?” I asked, unaware of how much my frustration showed.

“It was obvious to me. We have been best friends since we were eight. I’ve seen you on your very worst day, and your very best. What was it that Nick said that made you so upset?” Jen asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

I considered not telling her. I wanted so bad to lie, to make up some fake story. In the end, I knew Jen was the one person I couldn’t bring myself to lie to. Instead, I told her the truth.

“Jen, I have lied to everyone I love today except for you. I promised myself a long time ago that I would never lie to you, that you were the one I told my darkest secrets to you. The reason why I am so frustrated is because Nick asked for my blessing to ask you out. He knows that you and I are closer to each other than even our own parents.” I told Jen, looking down.

“That would have frustrated me too. What was your response?” Jen asked.

“I wanted to say no so bad, but I couldn’t. I told him yes, that he had my blessing.” I replied.

I waited for the backlash to start, but Jen remained silent. She sat on the edge of my bed, and looked at the floor.

“Jen, I can’t take the silence. Are you mad?” I asked.

Jen looked up at me and smiled. “No, I’m not mad. I know you did it because you didn’t want to lose your best friend. I was thinking about how I could let Nick down easy.” Jen replied.

“Oh. I never thought that would be your response.” I told Jen.

“Of course that would be my response. I have never liked Nick, I actually was kind of jealous that you spent more time with him than me.” Jen replied. “Besides, I’ve been in love with you for almost three years.” She added.

I nodded, then leaned in to kiss Jen. She kissed me back, then coaxed me to lay down on the bed. Jen got on top of me, then kissed my neck. I grabbed her ass and pulled her against me, my cock starting to stir. When Jen started to grind against me I pulled away, pushing her aside gently.

“What’s wrong?” Jen asked.

“Mom and dad are still up. We should play it safe until we know they are asleep.” I replied, already aroused.

“Shit!” Jen whispered sharply, then pecked me on the lips.

“Believe me, I don’t want to stop either. It should be harder for me to stop, not you!” I replied with a laugh.

“I can’t help it, I’ve been thinking about it all day.” Jen told me, smiling.

I laughed. “Perhaps we should play some video games until they go to sleep.” I replied.

“You boys and your video games. I don’t understand how a heterosexual male such as yourself would rather be stimulating your fingers instead of your penis. You are heterosexual, right?” Jen joked, winking at me.

“I would rather be stimulating my penis.” I replied, smacking Jen’s ass.

Jen playfully punched me, then picked up a PS4 controller. I grabbed one also, and turned the system on. We only just started an online match when my dad opened the door.

“Wow Jennifer, I’m surprised you are playing video games with Josh. If only I could get your mother to participate in activities that I like to do.” Dad joked, then shut the door.

“I doubt he’ll get mom to play golf; she couldn’t hit a golf ball if her life depended on it!” Jen told me, shouting the second half of the sentence.

“I heard that, Jennifer!” Julia called from somewhere outside the door.

“You were supposed to, mom!” Jen exclaimed.

We played Call of Duty for the next couple of hours, until all was silent in the house. We waited another twenty minutes, just to be safe before departing to Jen’s room. When we entered the hallway, we heard the distinct sounds of a bed rocking back and forth.

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Going out with June was like a dream. We got together once or twice a month and had a totally physical relationship. She worshiped my cock and exposed herself for my pleasure. We didn’t love each other and didn’t expect that. Our relationship was completely physical except for an occasional discussion of current events or sports or philosophy. There were no strings attached and when we were sated from our sexual activities we went our own ways until the next time we got together.

June seemed to get more hedonistic all the time. She had developed a fixation for her own pussy and had rigged up a mirror that enabled her to look at it while she masturbated. She also had acquired a collection of dildos and vibrators that she had me buy for her at the local adult bookstore. She had become adept at female ejaculation and could squirt if her G-spot and clit were properly stimulated. We were spending Saturday afternoon and evening together and as usual fucking and sucking were the main things on our agenda.

I shouldn’t have been surprised that at about 7:00 PM June began to tell me of a desire she had that I had no idea about. I really should have known what was coming when she had me describe in explicit detail all of the visual, tactile and aromatic pleasures of eating pussy during one of our previous dates. She got incredibly excited at my description of how great it is to lick and bite a pussy and how thrilling it is to put your tongue far up a cunt hole.

She said she wanted to do a threesome with another woman and me and that she really wanted to get up close and personal with the woman. In all the time I knew her she had never let on that she had any bisexual tendencies but I was quite excited and turned on at the prospect of being able to watch her and another female act out her secret desire. Neither of us knew any ladies that we could just call up and hop in the sack with and so I flippantly suggested that we hire a hooker. She immediately agreed with me and within an hour we were prowling the bars at the various sleaze bag motels that seem to be everywhere in this certain stretch of Lincoln Ave. Places such as the Spa, the Diplomat, the Embassy and several others pendik escort were fashionable several years ago when they were built, but no longer catered to the jet set.

We were a little early for the action to begin and so we had a couple drinks and waited for things to heat up. When we got to the Spa at about 9:00 PM there was a lady sitting at the bar who obviously was a whore. Don’t ask me how I knew. It was real obvious. We sat at the bar and struck up a conversation with her and she introduced herself as Darlene.

When the conversation got around to what we were looking for, Darlene politely declined and soon started chatting with a man who left with her a few minutes later. We sat there eyeing other ladies at the bar and wondering if they were whores. After about a half-hour a lady came over and sat down next to June. She said that Darlene told her to stop by and see us. She was tall, reasonably good looking and about 35 years old. She wore a knee length skirt and a red blouse that accentuated her large tits. She said that her name was April. We had a couple drinks together and she asked us if we were staying at the motel. We told her that we probably would end up staying, but we were looking for a woman who would service both of us. She expressed her interest and we agreed upon a price and got a room.

When we got to the room June went out for some ice and while she was gone April laid down on the bed and opened her legs to let me see up her skirt. She pulled her panties aside to expose a lovely cunt with very well proportioned lips and when she spread them apart I could see her small clit and inner lips. They were a luscious pink color. She finger fucked herself energetically and rubbed her clit and asked me how I liked it. I admitted that I loved it and asked her if she would let us watch her piss.

She said “of course” and after June got back with the ice we all poured ourselves a drink and huddled into the small bathroom to watch the show. I sat on the tub facing the toilet and April asked me if I wanted to see her from the front or the back. I hadn’t seen her asshole yet so I blurted out that I wanted to see her from sefaköy escort the back. She lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties, squatted over the bowl and as if reading my mind spread her fanny cheeks to afford us a really good look at her asshole and before long a golden stream was gushing from her piss hole. She had a lot of trouble controlling it and peed all over the seat. We all had a good laugh at that. When she was finished I took some toilet paper from the roll and wiped her cunt. I took this opportunity to finger her a little at the same time. I then asked June if she would let us watch her piss and she nodded and asked front or back.

April and I decided on some variety and told her the front. In a flash her panties were down around her ankles and she sat back far enough on the toilet seat to give us a good look and pissed her little heart out. While she did it I spread her cunt open to give us a really good look. I wiped her also and the three of us went back to the bedroom.

In spite of what she had said earlier June was pretty nervous about the situation she found herself in. Both April and I sensed her apprehension and April sat next to her on the bed and started her out slowly by kissing her on the cheeks, then the mouth. She caressed June’s titties and slowly pulled her down on the bed and opened her legs enough to stroke her thighs up to her crotch. When she began to feel June’s pussy June relaxed and opened her thighs and invited more of April’s foreplay. It wasn’t long before the floor was littered with panties and bras as well as their other clothes and the ladies started to put on a show for me. June lay on the bed and spread her legs and April began licking June’s cunt slowly at first, but before long she was lapping her cunt hole and clit furiously.

April was really enjoying this and had June’s lips spread as far as they would spread with her hands. She was lying on her stomach and her legs were spread and hanging over the end of the bed. I knelt down between them and she spread them farther giving me a very good look at her “classic” pussy. It had light colored hair on the just plump enough lips which when silivri escort open reveal a beautiful clit, very shapely inner lips and a fabulous, pink vagina. Her asshole was more than I could resist and before I knew it I was rimming it and then tonguing it like a madman. As my tongue moved from her asshole to her cunt hole to her clit she got real excited and went down even harder on June who was also moaning with excitement. June asked me to eat her too and so we switched places.

Now June was eating April and I was lapping June. June had learned her lesson well and gave April a tongue job that neither of them will forget soon. The two girls really enjoyed eating each other’s cunts and fannies. This was genuine. After lapping for a long time, I asked them both to lie back and spread so that I could compare their cunts.

We all agreed that contrary to the old saying that all cunt looks alike, that a cunt is just as distinctive as a face. Both of these pussies were gorgeous. Finally I lay on the bed and the ladies took turns sucking my cock. June as usual was real aggressive and April was real gentle. April straddled my head and as I licked her twat and fanny I spunked in her mouth. What a day!!!

I awoke at about 6:00 AM with one of those “where am I?” feelings. The surroundings were strange and I was aware that I had never seen them before. Then I remembered that I was at the Spa Motel on Lincoln Ave. June was laying on the next bed sound asleep with her back to me. She was wearing only a pair of pink panties. I had to piss like a racehorse and as I stood there relieving myself, the events of the previous night began to come back into focus.

A quick glance at the dark stains on the crotch of her panties told me that Mother Nature had paid her a visit during the night. When she woke up and realized her situation she thanked her lucky stars that her friend did not arrive the day before. She asked me if I would like to see something that I probably never seen before. Sensing what was about to happen I quickly said yes. We went into the bathroom and she sat on the toilet and pissed. Between her legs I could see that her hair was matted with blood.

After she wiped herself she washed off the mess and reached into her purse and withdrew a tampon. Watching her spread her legs, open her cunt lips and insert it gave me an instant hardon that she took care of by sucking me off as she sat on the toilet. I left her off at her house, went home and collapsed.

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As soon as I close the tall oak door I lean against it, and a small sigh crosses my scarlet, swollen lips, the shiny little spy hole penetrating the door directly behind my head. I love spending time with James, my tall, dark, handsome boyfriend; we always have a great time together.

I kick my trainers off carelessly, shoving them under the radiator near the door not hesitating again before running up the stairs quickly, my feet tapping the carefully crafted wood, bombing into my almost too-neat-for-a-teenager bedroom and locking the door with a certified click. If dad is at home, I wouldn’t know, and I don’t care.

I plop myself down into my mock elegant style chair in front of my bleached pine dresser. It’s kind of like one of those imitation Hollywood dressers, with the dazzling, studded lights around the mirror. They’re just for show, I’ve had this since I was a kid, me and my mum made it so I’d never get rid of it.

I look over my make up and hair bands, mingled with jewellery and the odd fine toothed comb, then I glance into the mirror, looking at my still blushing face from the cool air and the kiss I received on the doorstep only minutes before.

I was close to my mum she was lovely. I sigh again and I lean on my elbows, cheeks resting on my palms as I look at the best photo of her. In this one she is on the beach, playing in the sea with me, the gentle waves lapping at our ankles and the sun staining our skin a firm brown colour. It’s great, reminds me of the good old days.

It sits in my best frame to one side of my dresser and I often find myself gazing into it and letting a silent tear trickle down my cheek.

Not today though, even the car accident that sadly killed her 4 months ago can’t put me down right now, I had sex for the first time last night and even though I miss her greatly, a new love and lust has acquired a home in my young, naïve to the world, delicate mind, for J.

I have no brothers or sisters, just my dad to take care of me now. We get on quite well, but I often find him staring lustfully at my body, it makes me uncomfortable just thinking about him doing anything to me, not that I ever thought he would, but after last night, the vicious spanking I received, and the lust in his eyes as he watched me beg for forgiveness makes me squirm with sick dread, even now.

I run a comb through my soft, waved brunette hair, shoving my sick thoughts out of my head and I admire my shimmering beauty in the mirror. That may sound big headed, but I love my face, just thinking about it makes me involuntarily turn and stare at the contours of it, admiring and scrutinising my own self.

I slowly prize myself away from the mirror as I get up again, peeling my top off and then my skirt and panties, needing to change, my pussy juice and cum soaked panties making me look highly suspicious and I get out a simple black thong, my favourite blue, tight fitting jeans and a simple black strap sleeved top, deciding to leave the white bra because the straps are see-through anyway.

Grabbing the bundle of clothes I unlock my door, swiftly entering the bathroom and closing the door in there instead, blindly forgetting to lock it.

I put the lid of the porcelain toilet down and put my clothes down on it, before calmly unhooking my bra, pulling it away from my firm tits, and glad to say, feeling them stay almost exactly the same without the support of the bra.

I smile at my body, looking into the mirror and gently fondling my hard nipples with my forefinger and thumb. I gasp sharply as I pinch them and I quickly decide to tear myself away from my masturbation, forcing my agonizing pussy to wait a little longer.

I can feel my clit tingling annoyingly as I turn on the shower, flicking my nipples playfully as I turn the tap with my other hand, getting the water to the right temperature. Cool enough to keep my nipples aroused but warm enough to stop myself from freezing.

Eventually I get under the gentle stream of water, feeling it cascade like a waterfall down over my sore but partially satisfied body. It’s not long before I’m back to rubbing my tits and teasing the sensitive, almost painfully hard, little pink nubs of flesh.

My pussy is seriously aching to be touched and I silently curse J for leaving me in this state. Slowly slipping my hand furtively down to my magenta, wet, begging flesh between my legs, but stopping short.

Teasing myself as I put some of my moisturising shower gel on my tummy, watching it dribble precariously into my belly button accompanying it sexily with my hand, lathering up the soap as my hand travels curiously down.
Then I bring it straight back up again and over my tits, catching my fingers on my nipples carelessly, lathering up my neck and shoulders, then down to my hips, my thighs. Rubbing everywhere apart from the one place begging for the touch of an invading finger, or two or three. I smile to myself.

I turn, pointing my şirinevler escort damaged my ass towards the door and I rinse the soap off the front of my smooth body quickly.

Eventually I lather up my soft natural sponge instead, reaching down my back and scrubbing gently right down to my ass, slipping a teasing finger into my asshole, up to my first knuckle, as the sponge is ran down my crack, making me moan slightly as its pulled out almost as quickly as it’s gone in, stopping again before my finger gets to my pussy hole.

I groan at my own control of the situation, playing with my spaced senses, pretending to myself that J is giving this extraordinary feeling to my innocent young body.

I peacefully close my eyes and tip my head up, feeling the delicate stream of water trickling over my pouted lips like the gentle kisses I receive from him and I just smile, finally turning and rinsing off the soap.

I allow my back to fall immediately against the cool wall, a little harder than anticipated, a shiver running up my spine as I feel myself giving into the temptation my pussy is forcing upon me and I drop the sponge. My hand reaches down to my tight pussy and I painfully slip two fingers inside me, stretching my extreme tightness without mercy.

I hear the growl of a moan emit from my tightened throat, my head tipped back against the wall as I pump my fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy.
The cool water hitting my taut stomach and making its way sexily down in little streams over my shaved pussy lips and thighs, a small pool forming in my belly button and I feel the blue jewelled belly piercing with a single finger. I glance down and think back to when I had it done, as soon as J found out he wouldn’t leave it alone, he loves it as much as I do and his attention to it would always lead to him going down on me. His tongue diving in and out of my juices, sucking and nibbling my clit as it poked out of my pussy lips. He’d spend so long playing with my sensitive pussy, manipulating it into cumming up to 5 times in a row, leaving me entirely breathless and half begging for him to stop but selfishly wanting more.

Just remember back to him playing with my body, so easily turning me on makes me shudder, reaching my climax as I run over the details, playing out his actions with my own fingers, rubbing my clit and pounding my tight pussy.

Then I cum, hard, one of the most intense orgasms of my life, I shudder and shake with the deep, satisfying pleasure and I sink down to the floor of the shower slowly, sitting on the cold, shiny ground. I pinch and rub my tits as I graze my fingers on my clit, feeling the water cruelly rinsing away my cum so I bring my fingers to my lips to get a little bit of the smooth, slightly salty taste of my cum before the water can wash it all away.

I find myself sitting there under the warm water, sucking on my fingers for what seems like ages, eyes closed, swirling my tongue all over them, imagining its J’s cock while my pleasure flows into the distance.

Eventually I drag myself to my feet, slightly weak but incredibly happy now I’ve got myself off and I’m not squirming anymore. I wash my hair quickly, lathering it up and rinsing out the soap in record time, wanting to get myself looking decent for when dad gets home.

By the time my dad was at home I’d dressed myself in the clothes I’d got out earlier and had gone downstairs. I was in the process of making him spaghetti bolognaise, his favourite meal, for his dinner when he first walked in. The entire time I was cooking I was hoping he would forgive me and maybe even apologise for what he said to ease my mind about his disappointed threat he imposed on my young mind last night, but he didn’t at first.

All he did was: walk in with his strong step, as usual, then give my ass a little pat, making me yelp a little as he hit one of the welts perfectly and I groan with embarrassment and my sudden loss of control, watching as he walked past with the post and sat down at the dining table.

After I’ve given him a few minutes to read the post I turn to him, watching as he quickly averts his eyes from his gazing at my ass, and I clear my throat in half a subtle attempt to get his attention and half because my throat seemed to have closed up with nervousness, he looks up at me, obviously pausing as his eyes fall level with my tits, his pants quite obviously straining a little.

“Dad, I… ” I start, swallowing as my voice cracks and his eyes narrow slightly before looking down at the post again, defying his own pleasure of admiring my body, seemingly pondering what to say and whether his daughter really deserves his attention after what she did.

“How long will dinner be?” he demands cruelly, knowing I want to talk to him about last night and I sulk a tiny bit.

“It’s ready now.” I mutter sulkily and he calmly tells me to dish it up and then we’ll talk. I don’t disobey şişli escort him, knowing full well that that is the stupidest thing I could do right now, plus the need to clear things up is too tempting to postpone.

I present the dish carefully on the plates, and put all the pots and utensils in the dishwasher before sitting down at the readily set table and watching as he tucks in, his face showing his enjoyment of my cooking and I smile.

“Nice?” I ask, unnecessarily and he nods, smiling very slightly and I start to eat my own.

It’s not long before we’ve both cleared our plates and are stacking them in the dishwasher. I bend over slightly to sort it out, pointing my ass at him accidentally, thinking he’s gone into the living room and I gasp as I feel his hands snaking round to my stomach, the coolness of his finger tips lightly touching the area around my belly piercing, the top not covering it and he pulls me upright. I turn in his arms to face him, finding my body very close to his and he smiles. That warm smile that a lover would give to his girl; that warm smile that J gives to me.

I feel myself tense as the alarm bell sounds loudly in the deepest depths of my mind and I attempt to pull out of his strong arms, he feels my reluctance, holding me tighter to keep me still with great effect.

“Oh dad, please don’t do this!” I see the lust in his eyes, and he sees the terror in mine. His sudden realisation that everything he does to me is totally non-consent seems to make the crotch of his pants grow very quickly, so quick in fact that I feel it push against my leg as this monster rises into position, straining against his pants and I really struggle now. The feeling I have at this precise moment in time is terrifying, this whole situation sealing my terror into the confinements of my own home, knowing he’s going to fuck me, knowing I deserve it and knowing that I have no escape what so ever.

I don’t know why but now is where I actually seem to want to give in, I stop struggling and I lean against him weakening into my thoughts. Is this a game? Am I tricking him into feeling too guilty to go through with this without even thinking about it? I let a silent tear trickle down my cheek and I feel so sick, wishing my father was the one comforting me, not the one about to use me.

He feels my body go limp in his arms and he holds me, warm and comforting in a sense, at least it seems to make me feel better and I just cuddle into his embrace, guessing that my subconscious plan has worked. But the sudden movement where he grips the top of my left arm tugs me back into pure reality and I try to scream, but only a small breathy squeal gets past my lips and he covers my mouth, knowing I’ll get my voice back eventually. Then he unceremoniously drags me up the stairs, shocking me enough to make me shake with fear, knocking me out of the love and care I was receiving and giving, and being attacked by him.

I feel myself being thrown onto his bed, and then being pinned down by his intense strength and control.

“Dad…” I gasp, barely able to breathe, his entire weight on top of me and the feeling of complete and utter helplessness overwhelms me. He eventually shifts off my petite body and I get the chance to relax briefly, gasping in precious air but this relaxation is in vain. All he does is get some harsh looking, brand new handcuffs out of his drawer, I only briefly hear the chinking of the metal chain before I he handcuffs both my hands to the centre bar of the headboard, I struggle as I realise what he’s doing, but only in vain, it didn’t help one little bit because he’s already clicked them into place. His arm relaxed near my face and I make the subtle attempt to bite him, but he caught me easily, glancing down and pulling his arm away as soon as my pearly white teeth scraped against the skin on his arm and he just made the handcuffs tighter as a punishment, so tight in fact that I can’t feel the tips of my fingers that well.

The next thing I know I have a cloth placed over my mouth and nose, and with a few squealing, begging breaths of the putrid stuff in the cloth, I slip into a peaceful unconsciousness, leaving me defenceless to my own father’s wishes.

When is this going to end? I feel myself thinking as I wake up, realising I am unable to move and my body aches from being pulled taut with binding ropes. I can’t see now either; I think he turned out the lights…Where the fuck is he? Did I fall asleep? God, why can’t he just let me go? “Please! Somebody!” I attempt to call out…groaning as I just hear my muffled sounds coming from my mouth and I realise just how helpless I am, the grogginess wearing off. I’m gagged, yet from the restricting of my sight and from the pressure from the knot at the back of my head; I’m guessing I’m blindfolded too.

I give a half hearted little struggle and a frustrated tear runs down my cheek, he’s loosened the handcuffs only a little taksim escort so my fingers aren’t numb anymore, but still far to tight to ever escape from.

What seems like far off in the distance, a click and small whooshing noise comes from one side of the room as someone opens a window. With the door being open on the other side of the room, the wind is sucked in through the gap and across my body, turning my skin almost instantly goose bumps and I let out a small cry, realising now that I’m naked and more vulnerable than when I was born and more unhappy than I’ve ever been before.

The cold air continues to torture my body and I feel the level of the bed shift a little as he sits at the end, obviously watching me squirm and enjoying this sexual fun as much as my cunt. My pussy grows so delightfully wet from the light touch of the breeze, forcing my clit out of its hood, clear straight away because of my spread eagle position and my extra sensitive nipples grow painfully hard, aching at the touch of the cold night air.

Eventually the thought of my dad watching me makes me become so aroused, helpless with a threat of destruction from my dads cock luring over me, but the careful precision of his plans amaze me.

“Daddy…” I moan into the cloth and I can almost see him grin in my troubled imagination, that mischievous smile, the one that screams control, happiness and not the slightest bit of mercy.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll play with that sopping wet pussy of yours, I know you want it and I know you need it, don’t resist me.” He chortles to himself as he moves up the bed, kneeling between my legs, knowing he’s embarrassing me. “Oh yeah, that’s right, you CAN’T resist me!” With that he just laughs openly, sending a shiver up my spine and for one helpless moment I weaken completely, snapping, thankfully, back to reality in another swift moment and just before I go to tense my thighs in a major attempt to protect myself, he shoves two of his rough, manly fingers deep into the depths of my wetness and I scream into the gag. My still young, tight pussy searing with piercing pain, and he doesn’t waste any time, pummelling my raw flesh before it has the chance to adjust to the invasion.

My worst nightmare but most arousing dream is coming true, but what is this? Oh my God, I’m actually getting wetter, I can feel the liquid on his fingers as they move easier…and hear it, the slight squelching sound, I can smell the aroma of my blossoming wet pussy and I can almost taste it in the air. This is terrible, my nipples aren’t just cold anymore, but they’re extremely aroused with the pleasure of this game, swollen and pink, and aching with the need to be sucked and bitten and clamped.

Where did that come from? Bitten? Clamped? Oh Jesus, did he read my mind? I smile to myself and sigh slightly as his mouth closes round one of my nipples, carefully handling the sensitive pink flesh with softly humming lips as I moan into the gag…squirming like a rat caught in a trap on his fingers, needing him, wanting him, deeper, faster!

He has total control of my senses now; I can’t resist this feeling of ecstasy as it pulses through my veins like a drug, relaxing me, weakening me. Why is this happening to me? I want it to stop, I don’t want him to make me orgasm, then I’ll be his, he’ll have captured my senses completely!

Then he does it, the pounds of his fingers in and out of my dripping hole so fast, hitting my g-spot again and again and I shudder to the limit of my withstanding. My entire body is trying struggle against it, not wanting to give him the pleasure, this is wrong! He’s my dad! I can’t stop it though, my pussy knows what it wants, what it likes. It’s so frustrating…here it goes…but…oh god it feels so good!

I topple over the edge into an intense, mind shattering orgasm, the shivering pleasure surging up my straightening spine, through my shaking bones, my nerves tingling with ecstatic delight and I cry into the gag with pleasure. Not once does he stop the pounding in my pussy, not once does he stop tempting my cum out, but he does take this time to bite and chew relentlessly on my nipples, sending thrills of pain through me but this sensation is impossible to stop, enjoyable weakness as he overpowers my body through this mind blowing orgasm.

After a long while I seem to have come down off my high, still so exhausted and squirming now and then, my father is absent-mindedly stroking my pussy lips and thighs as he watches my strained face relax. I can picture his smile as I hear a chain and a playful snapping of a clip somewhere in my numbed world, then I feel him playing with my nipples again.

I purr softly and he takes his hands from my nipples briefly to take off my gag and blindfold. He isn’t gentle, he rips off the black tape, hurting my mouth and pulls out the cloth quickly, my mouth so dry and aching so much, then he takes off the blindfold just as quickly, my eyes struggling with the burst of light going deep into my eyes.

“Look at my eyes bitch, properly, no squinting!” he orders, making me shiver and hesitate as I try and get rid of the squint. “NOW!” I jump and painfully open my eyes, looking into his menacing glare and I squirm, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable again.

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“… is someone hurt?”

The words still echoed in my younger daughter’s room as her sister Carolyn stood frozen in the doorway, stunned to see the tangle of bodies on Dulcie’s bed – Dulcie herself, Carolyn’s former cheerleading pal Jeanie, and myself.

We were all silent, no one willing to try to explain just what we had been doing that had ended in such screams that Caro thought we were in pain. Though, since we were all naked, arms and legs tossed together like a salad, and my shrunken cock still wore a semen filled rubber, no words were really needed.

My heart pounded in my chest, every muscle tensing, ready to give chase if she fled, ready to try to explain the unexplainable.

“And here I thought that I was going to surprise you by coming home this weekend…” my older daughter spoke first, “…only to find that you guys are the god and goddesses of surprise.”

At least she hadn’t turned and run screaming, leaving the house or locking herself in her room.

“Jeanie… how could you…you slut!” she screamed. Her overstuffed duffle bag flew across the room, aimed at the nubile blonde on the bed. I ducked as it narrowly missed my nose.

Dulcie, the nimble eighteen year old gymnast, easily blocked it with a forearm, directing it to land in a corner of the room.

“Me? Why me? I’m not the one fucking my own father, like Dulcie,” Jeanie sobbed. “not to mention your Dad – fucking both of us, together – incest and cradle robbing.”

“Cradle robbing,” Carolyn chuckled. “That’s a good one. We all know what a tramp you are, Jeanie. I can’t blame my Dad for succumbing to you. He’s just a man. A good man, but all men get horny.”

“Is that why you aren’t blaming me, either?” Dulcie asked, calm and unafraid.

“Well, Dulcie, doll, that’s more complicated. I figure that you were your usual curious self. Poor dad wouldn’t stand a chance if you set out to use him as an experiment. He loves his little monkey too much to resist bouncing with you on the bed.”

Carolyn and Dulcie laughed together at that last line, a reference to how I used to silence the girls, when, years before, they used to play after lights out, by yelling “No more monkeys bouncing on the bed.”

The conversation had dissipated the anger and confusion. My breathing had returned to normal, but Carolyn was still red faced and panting. Her eyes darted around the room, avoiding the pile of our bodies on the bed. I saw that she was wearing an old tank top, worn thin from years of cheer practice, over ragged gym shorts. Her nipples were swelling against the stretchy fabric of the shirt, growing harder with each exhalation. In spite of the intense sex with Dulcie and Jeanie, this vision revived my cock, which began to nod itself semi hard, bobbing against my thigh.

“I thought you weren’t able to get home, because of cheerleading.” I finally said, as amazed by my own calmness as I had been by Dulcie.

“Oh, Daddy, that’s WHY I came home – cheerleading sucks at university. The other girls are all stuck up bitches. I quit the team, and came home to find a shoulder to cry on. I didn’t expect it to be attached to a nude body, on Dulcie’s bed.”

Paternal instincts survive even in embarrassing moments. Instinctively, my feet flopped over the end of the bed; I sat upright, and extended my arms in the classic ‘come to papa’ position. Except, classically, papa is not naked, with a half hard cock rising in his lap.

Regardless of that anomaly, Caro covered the short distance from doorway to my arms in a couple of quick steps. Her arms slid around my neck and chest, her head fell upon my shoulder, and her ripe nineteen year old ass nestled in my lap, her hip nuzzling against my swollen cockhead as if it was the most natural thing in the world. A few tears soaked my skin, mingling with the sex stained sweat.

“It’s okay, sweetie,” I reassured her, just like when she was six and skinned her knee learning to ride a bike. “You can take a few days, then we can talk about whether you really want to quit, and if so, what to do next. At your age, you have so many options.”

My fingers softly brushed her hair as she mewed like a kitten. For a moment, it was just the two of us, in our own private universe, Jeanie’s breath on my back not noticed, the warmth of Dulcie’s ass pressed against my hip forgotten.

Then Dulcie spoke. “I’d offer to leave you two alone, but this IS my room.”

Some dynamics never change with sisters.

With the spell broken, all three girls quickly realized the absurdity of the situation.

Jeanie slid off the bed, searching for the tiny scraps of bikini she had worn earlier.

“I should be getting home anyhow. See you later, okay, Caro?” She was halfway out the doorway, and then paused, with an impish grin. “Nice to see you again, gang. Thanks for the…hospitality.”

Her footsteps skipped down the stairs and out the door with athletic grace. She was gone so quickly, it might all have been a dream.

But there was no denying mecidiyeköy escort that Dulcie was naked next to me, or that my used condom encased cock was becoming engorged.

Dulcie reacted by pulling away from me, but not standing, refusing to give up her claim that this was after all her bed, her room. She exhaled a long sigh, and said, “I knew it was too good to be true. For once, I was the most important woman in Daddy’s life, and now you’ve ruined everything.”

She spun herself around and buried her head in her pillows, sobbing. Without releasing Carolyn, I pivoted my head. The sight of her perfect naked ass made my cock totally stiff.

“Come on, Dulcie, there has always been lots of me to go around. You know you’re plenty important.”

“Yeah, I can feel that there is lots of you to go around,” Carolyn whispered into my ear.

At first, I had been confused and ambivalent about fucking my younger daughter, and I was doubly mystified by Caro’s apparent arousal. I knew from overheard tidbits of conversation – mostly trashing Jeanie as a slut – that Caro was downright prudish. I had gone from shock that she had not fled, to responding to her body heat, all in a few minutes. After my first sexual encounter with Dulcie, I had avoided a rerun, afraid to press my luck. If I took advantage of Carolyn’s obvious vulnerability, I might shatter her fragile ego. I was not that sort of father. Or so I told myself, as my left hand went from massaging my older daughter’s bicep to brushing the side of her tit, while my right hand stroked up the inside of her sister’s leg, reaching awkwardly to knead the curve of her ass.

Caro’s impish comment had renewed my sense of adventure. She did not seem to mind my divided attention. As I leaned back to comfort Dulcie, she flowed with me, her body tight to mine. Suddenly, I realized that her fingers had closed around my cock, that she had nudged the useless rubber off, and was gently stroking me.

If Dulcie had spread her legs open, things might have devolved into a threesome – after all, there was no doubt that Dulcie was fluently bi oriented, and she had enjoyed sharing me with Jeanie or Jeanie with me. Instead, she turned her head, showed me her best baby girl pout and said, “Could the two of you please leave my room now.”

She turned her face back into the pillow. I felt the tension in her body. My brain was flooded by concern that my incestuous alteration of the father-daughter relationship made this more than just sibling rivalry. I was tempted to stay and talk it out, except Caro tightened her grip on my prick, so that when she stood, I followed.

“Shhh…knowing Dulcie, she’ll sob herself to sleep. You can check on her later.” Carolyn giggled gently, leading me towards the door. “I bet she’d adore wake up sex.”

I felt my jaw drop. This was nothing like the conservative Carolyn I had thought I was sending off to school. My concerns for Dulcie were overwhelmed by curiosity about the changes in my older daughter.

“Besides, I need your attention too,” Caro continued. “Dulcie’s had you all to herself. We have lots to talk about.”

Talk. It’s never good when a woman needs to talk. Then I realized that for the first time, I was thinking of Carolyn as a woman. My cock, which had started to soften at the mention of talk, surged again in her grip.

She paused, half in the hallway, and looked down at the wood she was holding in her hand. “It looks like we might have to do more than talk.”

I think I blushed, but her grin seemed to say everything was going to be fine. I was still confused.

“Mom always said a man can’t listen with all his blood is in his cock.”

Now I was really shocked – my late, very prim wife had discussed men with Carolyn. Of course she had – that’s what mothers did!

“The way I always heard it was that men can’t think straight with a hard on,” I managed to croak.

“Is that why you allowed yourself to get seduced by Jeanie – lack of blood in your bigger brain?” Caro giggled.

I wanted to say that it was Dulcie who had really led me astray, but was just coherent enough not to enflame any sisterly rivalry. Instead, I nodded.

“Do you like Jeanie’s body, Dad, is that it? You go for the big tits?” She looked at her own chest, with compact, firm mounds.

There was no safe answer. I knew that Carolyn was confused, upset. She needed to talk about whatever was troubling her, not fuck, but my balls were tight to my groin, screaming for release. Her hand gently rubbing the silky outer skin coating the hardness was not helping my parental detachment. Her eyes flicked up from her breasts to my face, never acknowledging what her fist was fondling.

“What you walked in on had nothing to do with you.” I finally managed to respond. Having regained control of my senses, I added, “Where shall we have our talk?”

She did not answer, just tugged me across the hallway towards her old room. I slowed my step despite nişantaşı escort her grip on my meat. “I should go get dressed first.”

“Don’t worry, Daddy, if you like being naked, that’s fine by me. Don’t worry, unlike Jeanie, I’m not going to attack you.”

She was already in the room, and I followed. Finally, she released my cock, which was now undeniably fully engorged, and flopped onto her bed. I headed to the desk chair even before she patted a corner of the mattress. Crossing and recrossing my legs, I discovered that there was no comfortable position to hide my erection. I settled for a casual stance, feet flat on the floor, knees a few inches apart, trying to ignore the mushroom head rising from my lap. Looking at Carolyn helped me not think about my excitement, until my eyes locked on her erect nipples still punching through the tight top, but now aimed up towards the ceiling atop perfectly firm braless tits. Each time she breathed, I felt my balls lurch a bit. The tip of my cock was bobbing a fraction of an inch in time with the expansion of her rib cage.

“So what are we talking about? What you just saw? Why you quit cheerleading? Or…why you really came home?”

Carolyn was still silent. She had turned her head towards me, her eyes focused like laser beams on my cock, her tongue moistening her lower lip.

“All three,” she finally said, her voice almost a whisper, not quite a sob. As she spoke, her left hand casually rubbed her belly, brushing along the underside of her breast. The bottom edge of the tank top shifted up, revealing a bit more of her perfectly flat abs. Each time she breathed in, a gap opened between her tummy and the top of her shorts. I found myself willing her to slide that hand down, into her shorts, to stroke her cunt for me.

What had I become, I wondered. In a few short weeks, I had seemingly gone from doting Dad to perverted sex maniac. It was bad enough that I had taken advantage of one barely legal daughter, now I was wishing to ravage her sister. None of that made my cock soften one little bit, though.

“Where do you want to start?” I asked her.

“Cheerleading is pretty simple,” Carolyn began, turning onto her side, looking over at me.

I squirmed in the chair, aware of my nakedness and still unsure what to do about my engorged cock. Her nipples were still pushing hard against the tank top, daring me not to stare. When she twirled a lock of hair with her fingers, my shaft lurched, pointing my tip even further towards the ceiling. She giggled, not even bothering to pretend that she was not staring at the tool of her creation.

“It’s been such a huge part of your life; I just can’t imagine you giving it up so suddenly.”

Caro giggled again when I used the word ‘huge’, her lips expanding into a wicked grin. Her tongue wet the lower lip. Her eyes never met mine.

“Not as huge as that cock,” she said.

“Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh, it’s okay for little sister to be naughty, but not me?”

“You said you wanted to discuss cheerleading, at least first.”

Her chin nodded slightly, in agreement. My cock nodded in response. I tried sitting casually, both feet flat on the floor, elbows on my knees, but had no clue where to put my hands. Even hanging limp, they seemed to frame my cock, emphasizing rather than hiding my excitement. Caro’s eyes shifted from my face to my lap.

“I think I was really good, but the other girls were so mean. It’s supposed to be teamwork, but they kept roughing me up, or shifting a bit so I looked awkward.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I thought I might get cut from the team. I’ve never been cut in my life.”

I nodded, and then shifted the chair an inch or so closer, which allowed me to reach a hand over and stroke Caro’s hair, calming her like I used to when she was small and scraped a knee. Except now, my exposed hard on was less than a foot away from her chin.

“What about the coaches?” I asked gently.

“They were too busy, so finally I tried talking to the grad assistant.”

“Did she help?”

“He.” The tears got bigger. So did my cock.

Caro seemed not to notice. She was almost blubbering as she spoke further.

“He said nobody get a free ride. Gawd, I’m so dumb, at first I didn’t understand what he meant. Then he came around the desk and leaned back against it. I could see the outline of his cock straining against his track pants. I knew what he wanted then.”

Carolyn started sobbing. I shuffled closer, stroking her shoulder as well as her hair. She rolled onto her side, her left arm mashing her tits together so that the cleavage teased my hormones. In spite of the emotional moment, my balls tightened. I did manage to resist looking at my erection, but felt the slit gaping open, a tiny warning seepage of precum evaporating, scenting the bedroom air. Caro was snuffly, so I could not tell whether she noticed.

“I might have been a virgin, but I know what men want,” she otele gelen escort continued, snorting back snot.

I noticed the past tense reference to virginity, gaining more insight into her turmoil.

“May I have a tissue?” she asked, waggling a finger in the direction of her night stand.

I reached for the box, and handed it towards her. She just grabbed some tissue, so I set the box on the mattress beside her. Instead of returning to the chair, I perched on the edge of the bed in the tight space between her half drawn up knees and her hip. She drew herself into sitting position, her feet beside my hip, and her knees under her chin.

As she blew into the wad of tissue, I could not resist admiring how great her ass looked with her shorts drawn tight to her flesh. No panty lines were visible.

She had recovered from her upset enough to give a little cheer when she launched a perfect shot into the waste basket. As I resumed my calming touch, my hand began stroking her upper arm as well as her hair and shoulder.

“Maybe you were wrong,” I said, more to fill the silence than for any good reason. I was still hoping that my daughter’s story had a fairy tale ending. Losing her cherry to a prince charming who rescued her from the wicked coach was more palatable than reluctant, abusive sex, the sort which sours young women into frigid witches.

‘Yeah, then she won’t fuck you,’ I heard a cynical voice growl inside my brain. It sounded a lot like Dulcie, or maybe Jeanie. I silently told it to shut up, that the girls were just jealous. I think I smiled a bit then, remembering how much Dulcie and Jeanie had not been jealous that afternoon.

Caro looked at me, her expression confused. “Are you okay, Daddy? What were you muttering?”

“I’m fine, dear, this is about you.”

“Oh, you’re fine, sitting on your daughter’s bed, naked, your manhood stiff. Is that hard on about me too?”

She waved a limp wristed hand towards my groin. For an instant, I thought she was reaching out to touch the head of my cock, but she dropped her arm into her own lap. I noticed that my cock spurted a bit more precum in anticipation of the contact which never materialized.

I allowed her question to linger a moment, contemplating the answer. It was not quite “have you stopped beating your wife yet?” but the truth would get me into just as much trouble. If I admitted that my elder daughter, even in a moment of distress, sexually excited me, our relationship would tilt forever, one way or another.

My cock and balls argued in favour of honesty, and pointed out that it had worked out well with Dulcie, so why should I deprive Carolyn of her fair share?

My conscience however recognized that the two girls, though sisters, had distinct personalities, and even if Carolyn wanted to have sex with me – perhaps just not to be left out – she should make that decision when not so upset and confused.

“Daddy, are you okay?” Caro’s voice interrupted my internal debate.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I said, using this opportunity to just sidestep her earlier remark. “I was just trying to process the idea of your coach taking advantage of you.”

Process was a good word, and truthful. I was not imagining my daughter sucking that hard cock, after drawing it out of those track pants, or leaning across the desk so that she could brutally sacrifice her virginity. At least, until I thought that, I had not been imagining it. The images just made my cock strain harder. I felt a drop of precum spurt out the tip.

Carolyn’s eyes were locked on my crotch. Her tongue flicked across her lip again, slowly this time. Though there was no drool visible, the possibility was implied. My daughter was hot for my cock. I thought hard about just taking the moment quickly towards sex, partly to see whether her curiosity extended to culmination, but mainly as a distraction from her worries. That would not solve those issues though, and in her confusion, adding the aftermath of fucking her father might be one straw too many.

She made the decision for me, continuing her own tale. “Coach told me that one of the other girls had told him that I was a virgin. He said that maybe if I felt a fat cock inside me, it would unlock my hips and I could do the routines better.”

“How did you respond?” In my dirty little mind, I pictured her just pulling his pants down and swallowing his dick without a word.

“I told him that if it was the right man’s cock, he would probably be correct, but that a random cock would leave me feeling so guilty that my abs would totally clamp tight. So he grabbed his meat in his fist and rubbed it once, still in those ridiculous track pants, like he was waiting. Then, I couldn’t help it. I laughed.”

As if to demonstrate, my daughter guffawed from her belly, unrestrained, relaxing fully for the first time since returning home to find the aftermath of me fucking her sister and her friend.

“So he suggested that I come home and think about my future as a cheerleader. Which is what I was doing when I walked in on you and…you and Dulcie…and…and…Jeanie.”

Her composure was shaken again, a single big tear glistening in the corner of her left eye.

“Sorry I lost it in there…” she sniffled. “What the three of you want to do really is none of my business.”

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It’s the final day of our holiday in Fiji and we’re slowly walking down the beach, hand in hand. As we walk, you can feel the nice warm sand sliding between your toes, feeling absolutely lovely on the sun-kissed strip of beach. You’re wearing a small orange bikini, and when I say small I mean VERY small. The front of the top covers your breasts only barely and the bottom doesn’t leave much to the imagination either. I am wearing some board shorts, nice and bright also.

We keep walking till we reach the end of the beach and turn around to walk back. As we get back towards the slightly more populated area, we decide to sit down and relax for a while, watching the waves roll in and break over the shore. We spread out the towel and lay down, feeling the gorgeous pacific sun wash over our bodies, leaving just a thin sheen of sweat covering us. After a little while you flip over, and I reach over to spread some lotion on you.

Starting with your shoulders, I slowly rub in the sunscreen, moving down your body. I undo the back of your bikini and keep moving down; rubbing it in, making sure I miss absolutely nothing. I ran my hands down the sides of your body, lightly grazing the side of your breasts, causing a little jump each time I do so. As I move further and further down, I slowly run my hands under your bikini bottom, feeling your tight, small ass under my hands. You look up a little bit and look around, but nobody seems to be watching, so you’re not too concerned. I keep massaging, now pretty blatantly groping your ass, but you don’t mind. After enjoying myself for a while, I move down to your feet and rub up your gorgeous long legs slowly moving up your calves, paying attention to your knees then moving up your inner thighs, lightly caressing the area where your bikini bottom disappears forward. You look back at me, smiling. You then flip over, taking off your bikini top (its not strange, since this IS a topless beach).

You love lying on your back like that, since you know how much I like watching you show off your beautiful tits to anyone who might be watching. I move back down your legs and start again at your feet, this time rubbing in the lotion to the tops of your legs. As I move up, past your thighs again, you start to squirm. I reach your bikini bottom and then jump over, teasing you lightly with my fingertips and start on your stomach. I slowly move up, reaching your breasts in due time. I slowly pour a little extra lotion on them and make sure to give them a good rubbing, knowing just how sensitive your nipples are. They get hard under my fingertips, and I know I’m starting to really turn you on. At this point, I stop, and lie down, asking for you to reciprocate and help me out. I lie down on my stomach and you start rubbing in the lotion into my back, feeling my muscles under your hands, feeling the tension ease as you gently rub my back. You decide for a little revenge when you hit my shorts, and slide your hands underneath, grabbing my ass and rubbing in some lotion, knowing that I love it when you grab my ass. You finish küçükçekmece escort up my legs with a little playtime at the top and smack my ass, telling me to flip over.

I whisper to you that it’s perhaps not a good idea for me to do so, but you ignore me, and tell me to flip anyway. I finally acquiesce, and flip over. There is quite an obvious bulge in the front of my shorts, which I attempt to cover up as best I can. I lie back and you rub in some lotion over the front of my body, running your hands over my strong shoulders and chest, feeling the rippling muscles of my stomach, and on downward – following your very own treasure trail. You slide your hands slowly down the front of my shorts, feeling my now very hard cock, and just sliding your hands down, just giving me a tease, running your fingertips over my balls and pulling your hands back out with a wicked grin. Then you lie down next to me, resting on your elbows with your breasts aimed at the sky for all to see.

I lean over to you and whisper for you to follow me. I slowly walk to the forest which is just behind the beach and walk into the trees. You follow me, somewhat apprehensively. Just as you pass the first tree, I jump out, grabbing at the ties on the side of your bikini bottoms, and getting them both – causing your bikini to fall right off, exposing you to the world! You yelp and jump for cover, swatting me as you do. You don’t think anyone saw you anyway.

At this point you are standing under the cover of the trees, fairly invisible to the beach due to the shadows, but very able to see out. You are completely naked standing there, attempting to look bashful. I am holding your bikini bottoms. I motion for you to drop your hands. You follow my orders, revealing a perfectly waxed pussy and firm, toned legs and ass. I stand for a minute, gazing at you, admiring you, thinking what a lucky man I am.

After watching you for a little while, I move up to you and grab you, passionately. I start kissing you, and you kiss back and for a few minutes we are completely lost in each other’s mouths, tongues darting in and out, enjoying each other’s company. My hands are on your tight, firm ass grabbing you, pulling you closer to me, and your arms are wrapped around me, feeling me pressed up against you. We keep kissing, just enjoying the warm sun washing down around us, especially you, standing naked in the trees.

Eventually you pull back, and comment how unfair it is that you are the only one naked. I agree, but tell you that you must strip me down. You tell me that that isn’t a problem, and get down on your knees, taking my shorts off with your teeth, just slowly pulling them down until my dick pops out of them, fully hard. You pull them all the way off and stand up.

I pick you up and sit you back on a convenient rock. You lie back, enjoying the warmth, and I lean down, licking around your nicely smooth pussy. I don’t quite give you the pleasure of contact yet, but just enjoy teasing you. My hands venture up to play kurtköy escort with you breasts, and finally, after you can’t take it much longer, I let my tongue glide over your clit and I start going down on you in earnest. I run my tongue up and down your pussy, paying close attention to your clit, then sliding down, fucking you with my tongue – something I know you love. Occasionally I’ll slide even further, teasing your ass with my tongue, and then go back and play with you clit. Eventually I slide first one finger, then two into your pussy, and start finger-fucking you while I run my tongue over your clit. The combination of my tongue and fingers drive you nuts, and you start to cum all over my face, first once, then twice, then in an unending sheet of orgasms until you finally start shuddering. That is my sign. At this point, I start licking even harder, and slide one last finger into you, until you start moaning and begging for a dick, and then I just go even faster. This drives you over the top and you start screaming, completely oblivious to whoever might hear, and cum again finally, spasming all over my fingers, then coming to a rest.

I realize that this is as much as you can take, and come up, kissing you, allowing you to taste your pussy on me, knowing you like that. I figure that at this point, you are pretty much spent, but that’s when my surprise sets in.

You grab me, roughly and flip over, pinning me against the rock. Then, with a nice grin, you slowly slide down my body, until you are just below the level of my cock, which is sticking way up in the air. You look down at my shaved balls and nicely trimmed cock and look back up at me, teasing me, asking me if I want you to suck your dick. I moan yes, but you say that’s not enough, that you want to hear exactly what I want you to do to me. I look down at you and say “please suck my dick and play with my balls”. You look back and say that that’s better, and then you slowly run your tongue lightly over my balls, first one, then the other, knowing it drives me wild. You run your tongue under then, licking the spot below my balls, between them and my ass, knowing that’s sensitive, before coming up, leaving a trail going up and up my dick till you get to the head, at which point you run your tongue around it, until you slowly lower your pretty lips and engulf the head of my cock. You feel me moan as you do so, knowing how much I am enjoying it. You look straight up into my eyes as you suck my dick, knowing I am watching your pretty face sucking my cock, knowing how much it turns me on.

After teasing the head of my cock for a little while, you start to slide down, slowly engulfing more and more of my dick until you finally get all the way down, deep throating me and feeling your mouth completely full of my rock hard cock. You love the feeling of cock in your mouth and I love feeling my cock IN your mouth. You slide up and down my cock, keeping your fingers wrapped around it just below your lips, enjoying the feeling of ecstasy you’re giving maltepe escort me. You alternate between sucking my dick and running your hands up and down while you’re licking my balls and ass. You know how much I love it when you run your tongue from my ass up to my balls, lightly licking me all the way, driving me wild.

When you finally feel me start to build up to an orgasm, you stop, teasing me, just sitting there, mouth wrapped around my cock, knowing it will keep teasing me. Then, you slowly slide up, feeling my hips follow you up, and you slowly slide off my cock. Then you turn around and bend over, sticking your ass way up, knowing I love checking out your ass and watching your pussy peek out from between your legs. As I see this, I realize what you want. I stand up behind you, and, in one smooth motion, bury my cock in your pussy. You moan in ecstasy, knowing your pussy is dripping wet, enjoying feeling my hard cock buried in it. I start sliding in and out of you, fucking you hardcore, going faster and faster, knowing you love it. As I absolutely pound your pussy, you start to moan and start rocking back and forth, enjoying the pounding you’re getting. You start to come, again, and this time you don’t stop, because I just keep fucking you.

After a little while, you slide forward, sliding my cock out of you, and turn around. You look at me and order me to lie down. As I do, you jump on top of me, sliding my cock in to you again and just start sliding up and down. I reach up and start playing with your tits – knowing it drives you wild and sucking on them, feeling them get hard. Again, you come – for what seems like the millionth time, and this time is another screaming one, and you just keep screaming, enjoying feeling it build from your pussy and radiate outward until every part of your body is glowing and blissful. At this, you finally stop, feeling my throbbing cock. I look at you inquisitively and you say to me that you want to feel me in your mouth again.

Having no objection, I sit back up on the rock, and you get on your knees in front of me, sucking my cock again as you look up at me, porn-star style, sliding up and down quickly, using your hands. As your finally feel me build to the inevitable orgasm, you stop sucking and move your head back and keep stroking quickly with your hands. You look up at me and say that you want all my cum in your mouth, and with that I come, spurt after spurt of white cum, in your mouth, on your lips, in fact all over your face and tits. You keep stroking until I stop coming and then in one motion, lick up my balls and engulf my dick, sliding down until you deep throat me and suck every last drop of come from me. Finally, I shudder and fall back and you slide off my now softening cock. You then run your fingers over your body, licking every drop of cum off you, and off your fingers.

After you finish cleaning up, you come lie down next to me and we just afterglow for a little while, enjoying the sun until we both decide to go back. I slip my shorts on and you pop back into your bikini bottoms, and we walk back out on the beach, only to realize that everyone standing around starts clapping. Apparently we weren’t quite to subtle after all, and everyone on the beach heard your screams and moans. Well, we’re all adults, and no one seems to mind, and after a little good-hearted ribbing, we lie down.

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These are my true stories. I am a 23 year old petite blonde.

The sun, the beach, the pool and the ocean mixed with some drinks are just the perfect combination for a weekend of fun.

Cabo, two years back, I took a trip with my girlfriend with only two objectives:-

1. Have lots of fun;
2. Fuck as many guys as we can.

This story is about the best fuck of that three-day trip. I fucked six different guys over that weekend, once with three of them together in the room.

His name was Peter. He was from Amsterdam and in Cabo with his friend to have fun. He was twenty-six, 6’3″, 180 pounds, blonde and perfect six-pack abs. In his speedo (yes, these Europeans

love their speedos!), you could see his package size, and I must say, it was very inviting.

We met at the pool where me and my girlfriend were relaxing, dipping and drinking. He and his friend made their way over to us girls and started to chat. We girls, without saying a word figured out who gets which guy. I was into Peter and soon he was on my side of the pool as we stood in the water drinking.

I was wearing a hot string black bikini. Minimum coverage for maximum exposure. Peter was not shy and even commented how hot I looked in that bikini. These European boys are not shy, I must say. We all were having a lot of fun and horseplay in the pool with a lot of touching, grabbing, picking and throwing each other in the pool. Given the petite size that I am, it was easy for Peter to grab me, lift me and throw me in the water. During all the horse play his hands would often grab my tits or my ass and once even my pussy as he lifted me up by grabbing my crotch area and throwing me in the water. During the play, my boobs popped out and both the boys hollered. They even encouraged both of us to go topless and we did. It was an adult only place and that was no big deal.

Soon istanbul rus escort the guys were kissing us girls and making out in the pool. Peter was a decent kisser. Too much biting though.

We girls were horny and were ready to fuck these European boys. I decided to take our room and go there with Peter while my girlfriend left to go to Peter’s friend’s room. I walked all the way to the room topless. I had a few married guys gawk at my perky tits in the hallway to the chagrin of their wives. Peter, on the other hand, was walking with the biggest bulge in his speedo. I am sure some wives copped a look at his manhood, too.

I did not even make it all the way in to his room when I turned around and pulled down Peter’s speedo. A nice long cock stood at full attention. Right there in the hallway I went down on my knees

and took his cock. I could taste the chlorine from the pool. He was nice and hard and I sucked him well. Peter was moaning soon and somehow managed to play with my perky tits as I sucked him. I

would take his cock all the way in my mouth and then pull it out slowly. I would tease his cocked and play with his balls. I stroked and sucked and sucked more until I heard it, Peter let out his load. A large load of cum right down my throat. Mmmm. He tasted good. I sucked his cock clean of every drop of cum.

Then we made our way to the bedroom. I pushed Peter onto the bed, pulled the string of my bikini bottom and stood there naked. I jumped on the bed and sat on Peter’s face, and wow! Peter was a

great pussy eater. I ground on his face as he ate me. Somehow he fingered my pussy and ate my pussy as I sat on his face. That did the trick. I came so hard on his face and collapsed on him.

Our room overlooked the pool and we were on a high floor. Unless you were in the room next to kadıköy escort us, we could sit naked and no one would notice. Peter grabbed a couple of beers from our fridge and we both went to the balcony. His chair was next to me as we sat and drank. I grabbed his cock and stroked it gently. One of the guys on a higher floor saw us naked and toasted us with his beer in hand. It made me even hornier knowing he was watching us. I smiled back at him, opened my legs a little to show him my shaved pussy. Peter was sitting and enjoying the tease. I even went down on Peter’s cock and gave it a nice lick as I looked at the guy staring at us. I would not be surprised if he had his cock pulled out by now and was stroking.

Peter and I relaxed and drank for fifteen minutes and were ready to fuck some more. I asked Peter to eat me on the balcony first. He sat down on the ground in front of my chair and dug his face back into my pussy. Soon he had my juices flowing. He ate and fingered me until he had me moaning and squirming. My hands were in his hair as I pulled him deeper as I came.

Ready for his cock, I grabbed him and went to the bed. I pushed him on the bed, jumped on him and started to suck him to take his semi-hard cock and make it rock hard. Then I sat on it and rode his cock like a slutty cowgirl. His hands were all over my perky tits and on my ass as he grabbed and made me bounce on his cock. God, he pushed his cock really deep. I wanted him to cum but wantedto be fucked longer. I jumped off him, got into doggy position and asked him to fuck me. Peter was awesome and fucked me really hard. He slapped my ass and fucked me until it was time and he exploded hard in me. That felt so good. Once he was done, I turned around and cleaned his cock which had his juice and my pussy juice on it.

We knew that we were not done, so I asked kartal escort him to play with my pussy. Lying on the bed, Peter started to play with my clit and finger my well-fucked pussy. He definitely had magic fingers. Then he did something kinky. He grabbed the beer, took a sip and went down and poured that beer in my pussy. That cold beer felt really strange and he would drink it back. This was the first time someone had done that to me, and I was really enjoying it. He pulled a fresh bottle of beer that was really cold and continued to drink his beer out of my pussy. Mmmm.

After he was done drinking his beer, I asked him to fuck me. He started to come between my legs but I stopped him. I went to the balcony and bent over the railing and asked him to come behind and fuck me. Right in the open, there we were, fucking. Anyone who may have looked up could have seen my tits over the railing and me being fucked well. Obviously that made me so horny that I came quickly and so did Peter.

It was time to take a quick break. I wanted one more fucking before I let him go. I was also worried my girlfriend would be coming back soon. I needed to be done and be ready for the evening to go out to this night club and pick new guys. We grabbed another drink and sat in the room. He was sitting

next to me and I sat on his lap naked. I could feel his flacid cock under my ass cheeks. We kissed and drank and fondled and all that did its magic and soon Peter was hard again.

I asked him to fuck my ass. Peter was really excited as he had not had many girls wanting anal. I sucked and lubricated his cock, got into a doggy style and had him fuck me. Peter slowly pushed his

long cock almost all the way in my tight ass. Slapping my ass again, he fucked me well and came one more time. This guy was good. He would cum again and again.

Soon the door knock happened. I kissed Peter goodbye and promised him if I saw him again the next day alone, I will fuck him one more time before I left. Yes, I fucked him the morning I was leaving in the bathroom of the lobby. One secret, I called his room that morning as I was leaving and asked him to meet me in the lobby for a goodbye fuck!

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