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Two New Girls.

It was the middle of a long hot summer and business was slow. You can never tell when the phone will stop ringing and the desk diary shows empty pages for days on end, but after years as a freelance I had learnt to accept the occasional quiet spell. On the upside it gave me chance to catch up on paperwork and do odd jobs around the studio, but after a week I was beginning to miss actually taking pictures.

It was in the local shop where I had stopped in to buy a newspaper that the idea came to me. Happening to glance up at the top row on the magazine counter I noticed a number of girls mags, mainly featuring well endowed females on their front covers wearing not much else except a forced smile.

Terrible photography I thought, why couldn’t they do something a bit more creative, more tasteful, less plastic. Walking back to the studio I started to wonder, I had never tried to shoot for girlie mags, never shot so called erotic pictures. Now, things were quiet, why shouldn’t I give it a go. There might even be money in it I thought.

The first problem was of course finding the girls, but I knew that there was at least two agencies in London that dealt with that market, I could give them a call and ask to see some of their girls.

But that didn’t attract me at all, I couldn’t imagine shooting these professional plastic models who were totally blasé about showing their bodies to the public. It lacked all appeal at least to me.

As I opened the door to my basement studio where it was thankfully cooler than the outside, I had an idea that attracted me much more, if I could make it possible. What would be great to do would be to find a new girl, someone fresh to not just nude work but any modelling. A real girl, not a plastic one.

But where to find such a creature?

Then I thought of S*******t, the magazine for wannabe actors etc. I had glanced at it a few times and seen all the small ads by people in search of any sort of acting work, not just theatre or film, but commercials, advertising, what have you. Maybe an ad in there might attract a girl needing work and with the added bonus of getting pics for their portfolio. Worth a shot I thought, and set about drafting an ad. After a half hour I settled on ” Photographic models wanted for nude/glamour work. No experience needed, beginners especially needed. Great rates of pay. Phone XXXXX.”

The ad appeared in the following weeks edition, and the first day after it appeared no one called. I started to think it might be a waste of time but the day after the phone rang and a rather nervous sounding girl with a very upper class accent asked if I was still looking for models. I told her I was and suggested she pop around to the studio for a chat. I had of course no idea of what she might look like, she might be totally unsuitable, and in any case I had to make sure she knew what was expected of her, not just topless but totally nude and erotic poses.

Her name was Anne she told me and she agreed to come around the next afternoon to meet up.

Hardly had I put down the phone when another girl rang. This one sounded a lot more confident, telling me she had posed for a friend and could bring a few pics with her if I wanted to see her. I suggested the next afternoon, an hour after Anne was due to come. Her name was Marie she told me.

I was rather excited the next day, wondering what these two girls who apparently were quite happy to undress and pose nude for me would look like. The fact that they were both new to modelling gave it a special attraction to me. I would have to lead them, direct them, tell them what I wanted. Would they be shy? Would they find it exciting and maybe erotic to show me their bodies? I couldn’t wait.

At exactly 3pm the bell rang and I opened the door to Anne. First impressions were great…a girl of about twenty, long dark hair, not skinny but with generous curves, a sensual full mouth and big brown eyes. She was dressed casually, jeans and t-shirt, but obviously expensive stuff.

‘Its about the modelling job.’ She announced hesitantly, as if unsure she had the right place.

‘Yes…welcome…please come on in.’

I led her down into the studio, her big eyes staring around with interest at the lights and props.

‘Ive never done any modelling.’ she announced as I sat her down in my office, ‘I don’t know if I can you know, I’m not a skinny model type.’

She was certainly not your typical model shape I could admit, but she was beautiful, and I thought her body must be all woman.

‘Its not a fashion shoot you know. It is a nude shoot, completely nude, are you ok with that.’

She looked around at the photos on my walls, mainly fashion and advertising, beautiful girls and locations.

‘I don’t mind as long as its not vulgar, you know, not like page three stuff.’

‘Anne, I don’t make ugly pictures. If you model for me I can guarantee I will make you look incredible. But it’s not at all like page three, for a start it’s completely bakırköy escort nude and must be unashamedly erotic. I need someone who is completely confident in their own body, with no hang ups. Is that you do you think?’

She thought for a moment before replying.

‘I think I can. I’ve just finished uni, business studies, and Dad, he’s a merchant banker wants me in the family business. But i can’t stand the idea! I want to see a bit of life before settling down to a nine to five. And actually I want to be an actress so I guess it’s good practise.’

‘That’s good Anne, but I need to emphasis that to make convincing erotic pics you need to really feel it, if you’re just acting it will show. When you’re in front of the camera you have to feel the vibes, you have to display yourself as if for your lover, totally without inhibitions. Can you do that?’

She smiled slightly as she replied.

‘I know what you mean, and I think I can do that. I like it here, it’s nice and relaxed, and I like you too. I think I’d enjoy working with you.’

I thought I would too.

It was after she left and we had agreed to shoot the next afternoon that the idea came to me. The next girl, Marie, if she was good enough and willing, maybe I could shoot them together, a girl on girl shoot. And when the doorbell rang it was with mounting excitement that I ran up the stairs to open it.

In some ways the girl on my doorstep was the opposite to Anne. Slim, petite, short dark hair and a ready smile on her elf-like face, she stepped straight through the door without waiting for my invitation.

‘It’s here I take it?’ She said turning to look up at me, her head on one side and i could detect a London even cockney accent. ‘The modelling job?’

‘It is indeed, and you’re very welcome. Come on down and we’ll have a chat.’

I led the way downstairs but at the bottom instead of following me into my office she turned directly into the studio.

‘Wow! So this is where you do the pics. So much equipment, must cost a bomb.’

I came and stood next to her, noticing just how small she was, no more than 5’3″ I’d have guessed.

‘Its nothing special, just tools of the trade. All helps to make beautiful pictures.’

We turned and went to sit down in the office.

‘I’ve brought some pics to show you, just amateur stuff, my ex liked to make pics of me.’

She handed a rather worn brown envelope to me.

‘He always said I should do modelling, but I can’t of course, because of my height.’

I looked at the photographs. Mostly some rather poor portraits, but two or three shots of her in a bikini. A pretty body, very slim with high shapely breasts, a toned flat middle, and lovely legs. She stood up and leant over me as I looked.

‘I might have put on a bit of weight since they were taken.’ She said, patting her thighs.

‘You look good to me. Very good. You do realise its a nude shoot I want to do? You’re ok with that I take it?’

She shrugged her small shoulders.

‘No problem here. Never do it before but thought about it. Must be lots of work for nude models I guess.’

‘I guess there is.’

‘Well you know I’m eighteen and I know this body of mine is probably at its best, so why not make use of it while I can…that’s what I think.’

I smiled. ‘Thats one way to look at it I guess.’

I could tell now that this girl would not need much direction. She wouldn’t be shy at all, quite the reverse probably. I decided to ask the question.

‘Ok, so your good to shoot erotic nudes?’

‘Yep, no problem.’

‘Now what I was looking at right now was a girl on girl shoot. Two girls together.’

She looked at me in that cute way with her head on one side.

‘Would you be up for that?’

‘Girl on girl…you mean like errrr…getting involved…lessy like?’

‘Yep…touching, caressing, kissing…you get the idea I’m sure.’

She was silent for a moment.

‘I guess it might depend on the other girl you know. If I like her and we hit it off, could be cool. Did you have another girl lined up?’

I passed her the Polaroid I had made of Anne a while earlier. Marie studied it closely.

‘Well, she’s lovely, beautiful. I guess I could manage a bit of fun with her.’

‘Well, I’ve not asked her yet, but I hope she would say ok. She’s happy to do nudes for me, so maybe I, or we, could pursued her.’

‘You mean for me to seduce her’ She said laughing. ‘Well, I can’t say it’s never crossed my mind to try another girl, but that’s quite a challenge.’

‘Well, what about we give it a try.’ I said, ‘I’ll get you both in at the same time and we can play it by ear, see how she responds. What do you think?’

‘I’m always up for a bit of something different, and why not? Might be amazing, I might even become a lesbian afterwards!’

I was looking at her as she spoke, imagining what her slim young body would look next to Anne’s generous curves, the contrast could escort bahçelievler be interesting. I wondered how they would get on together, and imagined them both naked, holding each other as they kissed and caressed.

‘Ok, let’s make a date shall we. How are you fixed tomorrow?’

I phoned Anne and asked her to come a little while before Marie the following afternoon, I wanted time to get to know her, for her to have confidence in me before I proposed the session with Marie. I had no idea how she would react but desperately hope that she would accept. The more I thought about it the more it excited me. The idea of being present, watching, from close as two beautiful girls revealed themselves to each other and myself took on an intense eroticism. Would they actually arouse each other? Would they let themselves go as I watched and recorded the action? Would I be able to control my own response to the sex act performed by those two beautiful girls?

At two thirty exactly Anne arrived. She looked even more lovely than I imagined, even more voluptuous, feminine, warm. She was wearing designer jeans and a white blouse that was just transparent enough to show the outline of her bra enclosing her magnificent breasts.

‘It’s a bit of an experiment the first time I shoot with someone.’ I told her as I opened a bottle of Champagne and poured us both a glass. ‘I never have much of a plan, just vague ideas, but it’s the best way to work for me.’

‘Did you want me to wear much make up? I thought it might look better without much, more natural.’

‘Perfect. You don’t need much in any case, you have lovely skin.’

We chatted on for a few minutes, the Champagne helping to make us both more relaxed. Then I held out the Polaroid I had shot of Marie to her.

‘What do you think of this girl?’ I asked.

She studied the picture closely before looking up at me.

‘She’s lovely, such a sweet smile too. Is she a model?’

‘Not exactly, in fact she’s like you, a first timer, and I’m shooting her this afternoon too.’

‘Really! Shooting her nude?’

‘Yep, just like you.’

She looked closely at the picture again.

‘She’s much slimmer than me.’

I said nothing.

‘Will you do her after me? Could I stay to watch do you think, would she mind?’

‘I’m sure she wouldn’t, in fact I wanted to ask you something, but don’t worry about it if it’s not your scene.’ I took a deep breath before I spoke again.

‘Would you accept to pose with her. A girl on girl session. But tastefully done of course, and respecting your limits.’

Anne stared blankly at me for several seconds. And I had the feeling that not only would she refuse but she might get up and go.

Then very quietly she said.

‘Lets get this straight so I understand what you want…you want us both nude…yes?’

‘Thats right.’

‘And we would be like…involved with each other…touching?’

‘Yes, sort of involved.’

‘In other words we would do stuff to each other, touching, kissing…?’

‘Well, I hope you would both feel attracted enough to each other so it came naturally.’

‘You mean making love? Having sex together? Not pretending?’

‘that’s the idea, absolutely no pretence, it doesn’t work.’

At that moment the bell rang, Marie had arrived. I looked at Anne as I stood up to get the door.

‘Well?’

‘I’m thinking…better get your door. I have to think.’

I opened the door to Marie, looking more young and elf-like than I remembered.

‘Marie is here.’ I whispered to her as we went down the stairs, ‘ I think she might be up for it.’

‘Anne, meet Marie…Marie, this is Anne.’ I made the introductions when we arrived in the office. Anne stood up and without hesitation Marie went to her and gave her a hug and quick kiss on the cheek. Marie looked slightly surprised, but quite happy about it.

The girls sat down next to each other on the sofa and I poured Marie a glass of Champagne, topping up Anne’s glass at the same time.

‘So, now you have both met’ I began, ‘What do you think, would you feel happy doing a shoot together.’

Both girls turned to look at each other, Marie with an open smile, almost a grin, Anne more discrete, eyebrows raised head on one side, as if questioning.

‘It’s fine with me,’ Marie said without hesitation, ‘in fact I’d love to, a new experience!’

Anne turned towards me.

‘Can I be honest Marc, it’s a bit scarey for me. I’ve never been naked with another girl, let alone…well…being intimate.’ She turned towards Marie, ‘Sorry Marie, it’s not you, you’re lovely, really, I’m just a bit shy for this I guess.’

I was starting to feel disappointed, it was looking like my girl on girl pics were not going to happen. Then Marie spoke, taking Anne’s hand in hers.

‘It’s ok Anne, I understand, but here’s what I think we could do. Why don’t we just play it by ear, you know, see how we get on. Anytime ataköy escort you start feeling awkward we can stop, that would be alright with you wouldn’t it Marc?’

I had no hesitation in agreeing, I had the feeling that things might work out in the end. We’d just have to take it slowly.

‘How does that grab you Anne? Want to give it a go, on the understanding we can stop anytime you want, no problems.’

Anne looked thoughtfully from Marie to me.

‘Well, I can’t say no to that. I’m sorry to be a bore, but I’d actually love to try, just as long as you both respect my limits.’

Marie lent over and kissed her on the cheek.

‘Good for you gal…you won’t regret it I’m sure.’

‘So listen,’ I said, ‘we can start off with you both not nude, might make it easier. What would be good if you started off keeping on panties and your blouse Anne and your t-shirt Marie, but without bras of course.’ I stood up and led them to the changing room, closing the door after them.

I had already set up the lighting in the studio together with a large white fur rug and a low divan bed covered in white satin sheets. I wanted to keep it simple, concentrating on the girls, their bodies, their expressions, their actions.

A few minutes later they emerged from the changing room. They looked gorgeous, both of them, but I couldn’t help looking at Anne. The sheer fabric of her blouse seemed to accentuate what lay underneath, her magnificent breasts. Although large and heavy they rode high, the dark nipple showing clearly, pointing through the material. I was guessing they were conical, and I felt a stirring in anticipating of viewing them uncovered, erect even. Marie by contrast seemed almost androgynous, her tight white t-shirt showing her small high breasts with just the suggestion of a flat nipple.

‘Wow! You both look amazing. We are going to do some beautiful pictures here I think.’

‘So what do we do, you’ve got two beginners here remember.’ Said Marie with a cheeky grin. ‘On the bed? Or do you prefer us standing up?’

I had an idea how I wanted to start the session. I wanted the girls to get to know each other, doing something natural, easy.

‘Lets start up with you Marie sitting n the edge of the bed, and Anne, you’re kneeling next to her, and your going to be brushing her hair…here use this brush.’ And I handed her a rather nice silver brush I kept as a prop.

With quite a few giggles the girls arranged themselves, Marie sitting sideways on facing Anne who knelt next to her, just high enough to reach easily the other girls head.

I began to shoot, fairly quickly, not worrying too much about how it looked but getting the girls to relax and feel at ease.

‘That’s nice Anne.’ Marie murmured after a while, ‘You can do this every day if you like.’

‘I’m enjoying it, don’t worry, you have lovely hair.’

Marie smiled at her, then lent forward and planted a gentle kiss on Anne’s cheek.

‘Stop! That’s great…lovely…can you do that again?’ I called out, seeing a great shot. Both girls smiled at each other before Marie lent forward again, this time Anne turned her face slightly, allowing the girls lips to make contact close to her mouth.

‘There..hold it.’

I moved to close up, and through the viewfinder watched as Anne turned more, presenting her lips to the other girls. Briefly their lips touched, lightly at first, then as I zoomed in more closely, pressing together. Slowly I saw both mouths open slightly, as they explored this new sensation.

At last they pulled apart, both smiling shyly.

‘Hey Mr photographer man, how about that?’ giggled Marie, ‘sexy enough for you?’

‘A good start!’ I said laughing, ‘but just a start.’

The girls were looking at each other, Anne blushing slightly as her tongue ran over her lips.

‘Like it?’ I asked her.

‘Mmmmm…strange..but very nice I must admit. Different to kissing a man.’

‘ok, can we go a bit further now, you’re ok to carry on?’

‘I think so, no problems so far…so what happens now?’

‘Well, you’re still doing Anne’s hair, but as she does it Anne, you reach up and begin to undo her blouse, ok?’

‘Very ok with me.’ She replied quietly.

Anne began again straightening Marie’s hair, kneeling up so she was higher than the smaller girl, whose face was level with Anne’s breasts. She brought her hands up and began to undo the buttons from the top and I noticed Anne’s nipples were now even more prominent than before.

Slowly each button was undone, until she reached the bottom of the blouse.

‘Now I want you to uncover Anne’s breasts.’ I told her, my voice a little tight now with growing excitement.

Marie took hold of both sides of her blouse and slowly drew them back, uncovering the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. Their skin pure unblemished white, the nipples a virginal pale pink with amazing conical nipples jutting proudly and erect. They were breasts that screamed to be touched, caressed, kissed. Heavy and soft but upstanding without any droop they pointed towards the face of Anne, just inches away.

‘Wow. Their amazing.’ I heard her murmur. ‘Wish I had tits like that.’

‘Well Marie, I’d like you to slide your hands up her body, just bring them up to her breasts, is that ok with you Anne?’

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Things were never the same again for us, as we both knew they would never be.

For the first time in my life, I had fallen in love.

At twenty-five, Shaila, my cousin sister, was almost seven years older than I was. But I thought, that love was a strange thing.

That it wasn’t love, but plain and pure raw sex, dawned upon me in the following week.

I woke up pretty late the next day with a painful erection. I had dreamt quite a bit and of course, the dreams were all about her.

“Nice sleep, buddy?” My uncle was incredibly fresh considering how drunk he had been the previous night.

“Yes, thank you. And you?”

“Slept like a baby,” he chuckled. He was at the dining table, reading the newspaper, already dressed in his suit that he wore to the college.

I had just brushed my teeth, sat on the pot and had showered. I was dressed in a plain t-shirt and jeans. As I took my place in front of him, I heard the noises in the kitchen, which meant Shaila was in there.

“I heard that you and Shaila had a nice long chat yesterday. Come on pal, you don’t come to Mumbai too often. Hey, tell you what, why don’t you come over to the college? The campus is great and what’s more, I bet you will love those groovy chicks,” he laughed.

I laughed. “Aw shucks, uncle, I really have no time for girls!”

Shaila entered the dining room with a tray loaded with his breakfast and a jug of coffee.

“What’s all that laughing about?” she asked laying the tray down on the table.

If I had expected any awkward movements from her, I was wrong. She was cool, a lot cooler than me.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes. She had bathed and was wearing a plain and simple one-piece frock that had a pair of straps on her shoulders. It reached down to her knees and she had tucked the loose white blouse inside. The blouse was of course buttoned in front. I suddenly realized that the baby was gurgling in the crib she had obviously wheeled in from their bedroom.

“Oh, I was just telling Nikhil about the gorgeous girls he could get to see if he drops in at the campus,” he laughed, picking up his toast.

“Oh yes, Nikki, why don’t you go over there?” Shaila laughed.

“Nikki?” my uncle asked. “What kind of a wimp short cut name is that? It sounds like you are talking about a girl or some kind of a faggot.”

“Oh come on, Salil. You know that everybody calls him by that name.”

“And I always say that it sounds like a fruitcake name. Come on, now, Nikhil is such a good name.”

“That’s okay, uncle,” I interrupted. “I’m used to it by now. In fact, back at college, there’s a girl in my class called Nicole and everybody calls her Nicky as well. It used to bother me at first, but not any longer now.”

He gave a short laugh and turned his attention to his breakfast while I poured myself a cup of coffee.

“Any coffee for you, Shaila?” I asked looking into her eyes.

“Oh no, thanks. I am trying to cut down on it.”

I rose with the coffee in my hand and walked to the crib placed behind my uncle.

“Hey buster, how are you this morning?” I asked him, letting the back of my hands slide gently over his cheek. The guy gurgled happily and then yawned.

I looked up at Shaila who was just in the process of sitting down on the chair by the side of uncle. As she looked at me, I winked.

She quickly glanced at her husband, and noticing that he was engrossed in the newspaper, she quickly winked back at me.

I recalled yesterday night. He had walked in the apartment, swaying on his feet. Not talking too much, he had staggered into his bedroom, Shaila at his heels.

Much later, I had crept up to their door. It was shut, of course, but I could hear him grunting in time with the squeaking mattress.

I knew that they had made love.

I chatted with junior and I knew he was sleepy.

“Sure has an odd hour, huh?” I asked, coming back to the table. “I mean, the guy’s sleepy already.”

“Sleeps most of the time, like your sister here.”

The sister part of it stung and I flushed. Was it true then that I was involved in incest?

Fuck it, I thought. If it was incest, then I loved it.

“Don’t you have a holiday today?” I asked him.

“No buddy. Fridays and Saturdays are very hectic…”

“As are the rest of the days,” Shaila interrupted.

“Very funny,” he shot back, taking a bite of his toast, “Actually, Nikhil, I’m supposed to be off on Sundays. But with the approaching semesters, the students have requested me for extra classes on that day too. Mind you, I’m going to have a couple of days off so that we could all go sight seeing and perhaps take on a good dinner in a decent joint.”

The baby began to bawl and Shaila hurried towards the crib, picking him up. “Oh, so sorry, baby, mama almost forgot. It’s time for your grub and your sleep.”

When she said ‘grub’ she winked at me and I felt myself growing hard.

“You are leaving, Salil? Because I’m going to put junior to sleep,” she told her husband.

“I’m fethiye escort waiting for a call from the office,” uncle replied, washing down his breakfast with a glass of orange juice. “The dolts there are supposed to inform me which papers to bring today. So I don’t really know when I’m leaving.”

“Okay,” she replied, walking to their bedroom. “Just shout out when you are leaving and call me because you are going to be late today as well.”

“Very funny,” he replied, picking up the paper again. “Anyway, Nikhil is here. So he will know when I’m leaving.”

She disappeared inside, already unbuttoning the front of her blouse. This succeeded in getting my cock harder.

The dining room was an extension of the living room, so uncle got up from the table and had to walk about ten steps to reach the sofa and flop down on it.

Images of what Shaila and me did on the very same sofa, watching the TV flashed through my mind and my body tingled.

I went up to the chair and took my seat there, picking up the supplement of the newspaper. Again, the vision of Shaila, bent over this chair flashed through my mind.

God, but I was getting horny as hell and couldn’t wait for uncle to leave.

To get to the guest room, I had to walk past their bedroom. I just HAD to see her breasts again. I fidgeted on the chair, making sure that the newspaper was draped across the crotch of the jeans I was wearing. I didn’t want him to notice the bulge there.

“I’m going to try and solve this crossword,” I announced, rising to my feet. “I’ll get my pencil.”

“Use that pen,” he advised, not taking his eyes off the paper he was so engrossed in.

“I prefer pencils so that I can erase my mistakes,” I laughed, walking toward the guest room.

He chuckled and waved at me. “Your choice, buddy.”

I rushed to the room and extracted the pencil from my bag, stuffing it into the pocket of my jeans. Then, I slowly pedaled across the passage and crept to their bedroom.

She was seated cross-legged on the bed, her breasts out of her blouse, leaning down to allow junior to suckle at her teat.

She was seated on the edge of the bed and from that angle we could easily see uncle’s reflection in the TV monitor.

She turned to face me as I quickly slipped across the room. She tilted her head up to me and I lowered my open mouth onto hers, kissing her brutally.

Our eyes were on the TV screen to make sure that her husband stayed in the reflection. She opened her mouth and allowed my tongue to invade it. She sucked furiously on it and even as she pulled junior to her breast, she reached out one hand and squeezed my crotch hard.

I pulled away reluctantly and she drew her hand back.

“Patience,” she whispered.

“I just can’t wait,” I whispered back.

I quickly walked back to the living room and sat down on the chair pulling out the pencil from the pocket of my jeans and that was when the phone rang.

Uncle, seated on the sofa, leaned across and picked up the phone. “Yes?”

My pulse quickened as he grunted his “yes’s'” and “no’s” because I knew that he would be leaving shortly.

He covered the mouthpiece with one hand and said, “Hey Nikhil, if you don’t mind, there’s a green file in my bedroom in the closet by the bathroom. Will you look for it and get it for me? Till then, I will dictate today’s agenda to my P.A.”

“Oh sure, uncle, I will,” I replied, rising up from the chair and casually walking into the bedroom.

Junior was lying in his mother’s lap, eyes closed and she was rocking her lap in a gentle rhythm.

“He wants his green file,” I whispered, quickly walking up to her.

Continuing to rock the baby, she looked up and allowed me to french kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. Gently, she pushed me back.

“The file is in that closet. Top shelf, left side. And do be patient, Nikki. You are turning me on.”

The top four buttons of her blouse were off and her breasts were exposed. Quickly, I bent down, taking her right nipple into my mouth and sucking hard on it. I felt the warm milk spurt into me.

Just as quickly, I walked to the closet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and swallowing the sweet milk.

I found the file, winked at her and walked back to the living room. I handed over the file to uncle, who smiled at me.

“Thanks,” he whispered and continued to talk into the mouthpiece as he fumbled with the file.

It took him almost ten minutes to finish his conversation and most of it was a series of grunts and some technical and un-pronounceable words.

Finally, he put the phone back on the cradle and stuffed the file in his briefcase.

When he rose from the sofa, I felt my heart beating faster and my cock getting stiffer.

Shaila walked in, her blouse buttoned up.

“Ah, just in time,” uncle said, picking up his briefcase. “I was just about to leave. Okay, pal, have a good time. Hey Shaila, why don’t you take alanya escort him around the beach when junior is up?”

“That’s what I was planning to do,” she replied.

“Yes. Okay, then, see you. I will call you if I have to stay back. Excuse me, buddy.”

“No problems, uncle. Like Dad tells mom: When there’s work to be done, everything else comes later.”

“Wise man, your dad,” he smiled and left for his office.

I continued to sit on the chair till Shaila put the chain on the door and shot the bolt home. Then, as if I was on fire (which I was), I leaped up and took five long strides till I was standing beside her, just next to the door.

She turned around and I was all over her. Pushing her back against the door, I bent down and kissed her.

She put her arms around my shoulders and pressed her body against mine. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and as I sucked it, I brought my hands up between our bodies to grab her heavy breasts.

She moaned when I squeezed those awesome breasts.

The front of her blouse got wet in next to no time as the milk spurted out. She pushed one hand down and cupped my bulge, rubbing her palms over it.

I unbuttoned her blouse and pushed the straps of the frock off her shoulders even as she unzipped me and shoved one hand inside the jeans.

I groaned when she pulled out my throbbing cock out of my underwear. Her hands were hot and moist on my flesh and she began to jerk me off, fondling my balls with one hand.

I pushed her tongue back into her mouth with mine so that she could suck on it. She wasn’t wearing a bra and as her breasts tumbled out, I kneaded them powerfully. The liquid burst out and I gently pinched her erect nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.

Her hands drew back from my cock and she began to unbutton my jeans urgently. I leaned back from my waist to allow her to push my jeans and underwear down over my legs.

As I kicked away my garments, I reluctantly drew my mouth off hers, gasping for breath. I pulled her frock down her body. She emerged out of it, clad now, only in a pair of black panties, which contrasted against her white skin.

“Oh god, Nikki, I am so horny,” she moaned.

I pulled my t-shirt away watching her strip her panties down over her legs.

Both of us were naked now and still standing in the doorway. I bent down, my hands back on her breasts, to take one nipple in my mouth. I sucked. Warm milk exploded down my parched throat.

“Oh god, Nikki, at least let’s get inside.”

I pushed against her body and walked her over to the second bedroom that was unoccupied.

The room had a single bed in a corner, a desk and a chair, a small couch at the window and a settee next to the wardrobe and near the bathroom door.

I pushed her impatiently onto the settee. She fell on her back, her legs instinctively spreading apart.

“The other way,” I gasped.

She understood. She spun around on the settee so that she was now lying on her back across it, her head dangling down the edge. The settee was so narrow, that in this position as her head dangled down one edge, her legs were resting on the floor off the other edge.

I made my move by spreading my legs apart and shuffling closer to the settee. Reaching down, I grabbed my cock and slapped it on her face. Her head was upside down and that splayed her hair on the floor.

I rubbed the tip of my cock across her lips. She opened her mouth and tried to take my cock inside.

“No,” I said, “I want to slide my cock across your lips.”

She smiled and pouted her lips. I pressed the underside of my dick on her lips and moved back and forth across them.

“I’m fucking your lips, slut,” I told her.

“Mmmmm…” she moaned.

I leaned forward from my waist and without any finesse, thrust my forefinger into the wide-open lips of her cunt.

“Ahhhhh,” she sighed, “Fuck my cunt with your fingers.”

Two things happened.

One, because she opened her mouth to speak, my cock slipped inside her oral cavity and two, because she said “fingers” I added another finger in her cunt.

Now that my cock was well inside her mouth, I began to move to and fro, pushing more of my meat inside her. She had slapped away my hand and replaced it with hers on my cock. Rather, they were now fondling my balls because she had the entire length of my dick firmly embedded inside her mouth and she had nowhere else to fondle.

I kneaded her breast with my hand, now that it was free. I watched the milk shoot out from the nipple and land on my belly. There was so much of the stuff in her that it looked like a fountain spurting upwards.

Unable to control myself, I leaned further down and continuing to fuck her cunt with my fingers, lowered my face so that I could lick her there.

Her knees bucked up to press her cunt deeper into my face. I felt her legs wrap around my neck and drawing me towards her as I licked her labia in slow long strokes.

I began manavgat escort to pump my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth steadily, afraid that I might lose it all too early. I was horny; make no mistake about it. But at the same time, I wanted this to last.

She was making it difficult for me to do that because she was using her throat muscles now. Expand. Contract. Push and pull. Sweep her tongue over the underside of my shaft and then sweep it over the topside till it was thoroughly wet with her saliva.

Her legs tightened around my neck as I felt her spasms taking control of her body. I put my mouth on her clit and she uttered a low guttural moan.

She pulled her head away, releasing my cock from her mouth.

“God, oh my God, I’m coming, oh yes, fuck my cunt, lick my clit, oh yes, oh yes, ugghhh…”

I slipped my hand down to my cock and rubbed the tip over her face. I did not allow my fingers to slow down and continued to fuck her cunt with them.

She cried out in ecstasy as she came again, flooding my face with her juices, raking my ass with her fingernails.

I felt her going limp. I could hear her labored breathing.

I rose off her body and knelt on the floor. I crouched down and kissed her. It was strange, kissing her face in that position. Her head still dangled down the edge of the settee and when I kissed her “inverted” mouth, I felt her hair on my chest.

I could taste myself on her lips and was pretty sure that she tasted herself on mine. I sucked on her lower lip and then spread my mouth wide over hers. Our tongues dueled in the warm confines of her mouth and I now captured her breasts with my hands, unmindful of the milk that literally poured over my palms.

I pulled away panting.

“I want you to come on my face,” she whimpered.

I hunched up on the settee and used my hands to spread the milk over my shaft. She watched me as I spread the stuff over my glans and wrapping one fist over the shaft, I jerked it to and fro. My palms slipped over the smooth skin of my cock.

Finally, I pulled her body further down the settee till her head was touching the floor.

“Wait, wait,” she said breathlessly. “I want you to really fuck my mouth.”

As if I already hadn’t!

She clambered up from her position to sit on the edge of the settee and said, “Now, come on lover boy, fuck my mouth with your cock.”

I took one step towards her and thrust my dick in her mouth. She clamped her lips over the shaft and began to suck. I held her head firmly with my hands and began to pound into her mouth.

My cock slipped effortlessly in and out of her wet mouth. I held her breasts in my hands: I just couldn’t keep my hands away from them.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and held her wet breasts together around my cock by leaning forward. Even before I could think of beginning to fuck her breasts, she began moving her body up and down, squeezing my cock in her cleavage.

“Oh, yes, lover, fuck in my tits, fuck in them, harder, faster, ah yes, fuck, fuck, come now lover boy, come for your slut…”

I couldn’t hold back anymore and pulling my cock out from her heavenly breasts, I thrust it against her face.

She grabbed it with her hands and jerked me off furiously, her eyes fixed on it.

I groaned, feeling the juice gather in my balls.

“I…I…I’m…cumming, oh shit…I’m going to come!” I yelled, moving my hips to match the movements of her hands on my cock.

She opened her mouth and raised her eyes to look into mine expectantly.

I blasted.

One, two, three, four, five…oh god, I lost count again and just kept unloading my juice. She directed my shaft, first on her breasts and then all over her face.

I painted her with my semen. She had my spunk on her nose, on her cheeks, on her chin, on her forehead and in her hair. She had to blink her eyes when my jizz hit them. But she continued to masturbate me.

The world spun around me and I wailed in anguish and pleasure. I felt a hollow in my belly as if a part of my flesh had disappeared from there.

When my cock became limp, she took it in her mouth and gently ran her tongue over it, cleaning it with her saliva. At the same time, she used her other hand to rub the juices all over her face.

When I crashed down on the floor, I pulled her along with me.

******

“I heard grunts and the bed was squeaking.”

“Ha. I was feeding junior and Salil happened to glance between my legs.”

“Just like that?”

“He was in a semi-slumber, but not so much that he couldn’t notice that my pussy was shaved.”

“You don’t say! You sleep without your panties?”

She chuckled. “Yesterday night, after our shower, I was feeling so hot! I could think of nothing but your cock fucking in my tits. I wanted to rub myself when junior began to wail. Naturally, I had to sit cross-legged and feed him. That made my gown slide right up my legs and Salil got a ringside view of my cunt.”

“So what did he say?”

“He waited till junior was asleep and asked me what happened to the hairs. I told him I shaved them off for the heck of it.”

“And?”

“He just pushed me onto my back and went down on me. He slobbered and sucked my cunt. I wanted him to continue, but he was so horny, he merely pushed his pajamas down his legs, mounted me and pushed his cock inside my cunt.”

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I was still struggling to process the sudden turn of events. There Nola was, continuing to caress her stunning tits, while gazing down at her son, as his tenting towel testified to the impact of her lewd display.

“Holy Shit!” Rick breathed. “I-I….ahh….”

“What’s the matter, dear? Cat got your tongue?” Nola was grinning triumphantly. “Now who’s in control?”

“Holy Shit!” Rick repeated, breaking out in a smile, while continuing to lewdly gawk.

“I think you’ve got his attention,” I laughed. “How does it feel to have the upper hand?”

“Great!” Nola smirked. “Two can play at this game. Now, Rick, if you can stop gawking and shut that pie hole, maybe you’d like to continue with where you left off.”

“Oh yeah,” Rick responded, shaking his head, still trying gasp the reality of his own mother was flaunting her tits in front on him. “I-I can’t remember…I mean….”

“I’m sorry. Is Mommy distracting you,” Nola teased as she thrust out her chest, shaking her tits back and forth. “Go on, dear. I think I interrupted when you were sharing what your friends wanted to do with these,” she reminded as she twisted each nipple.

Rick stared as he swallowed and licked his lips, finally catching his breath and continuing. “Wow! You look fantastic! Now that’s more like it. I’d love to….”

“Easy, honey,” Mom interrupted, cautioning him. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think that your friends weren’t the only ones having thoughts about me.”

“Well, to be honest….” Rick paused, glancing at me, as he eyed his mom up and down, trying to gauge the mood&#8212then changed his mind. “No, forget it.”

“Come on, what were you going to say?” I pushed. “You can’t just leave us hanging.”

“Yeah,” Nola agreed. “We agreed to be honest, so out with it.”

“Alright.” Rick was shaking his head, obviously having reservations about what he was about to share. “If you must know, I have had thoughts about…Well, you know.”

“Thoughts about what?” she pushed.

“You know, just some guy stuff…”

“What kind of stuff?” She continued pushing. “You didn’t have any trouble explaining what your friends said, but suddenly you can’t tell me your own thoughts?”

“Well, it’s kind of awkward,” he responded lamely. “Probably stuff that’s best kept private. I just don’t want to…”

“My God!” Nola interrupted. “Your ideas must be awfully disgusting; you can’t even be honest. I just wonder what kind of sick, depraved thoughts you’re having about your mother.”

For God’s sake! What in the hell was she expecting? I thought. She’s standing here with her tits hanging out, almost naked, and she’s freaking out over what he might be thinking about her? She must be nuts! She’s the one that needs some sex education!

Rick looked like a dear in the headlights, struggling to come up with a response during our stunned silence. “I-I didn’t realize…I mean, I thought you were OK with…Oh God, I’m sorry. Just forget it. I guess I misread things.”

“I guess you did,” Nola responded evenly. “Anyway, you’ve started this, you may as well spit it out.”

“Sorry, I don’t think I can,” he insisted. “Some things are best kept private.”

“Whatever,” she responded dismissively. “I certainly can’t force you. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding and perhaps I’ve been sending confusing signals.”

“What the hell,” I muttered, suddenly wondering where she stood. This was further confounded when she suddenly took an about face, going from confronting to seducing.

“I certainly wouldn’t want to give you mixed signals,” she teased as she fondled her breasts while slowly licking her lips.

“Geez, Mom!” Rick objected. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Oh dear,” she responded sarcastically. “Am I doing it again&#8212sending mixed signals when I touch myself like this?” Her hands slid down to caress her camel-toe as she continued. “I guess this could look like I’m trying to seduce you. I mean, does this bother you, honey?”

“W-Well, kind of. You get all upset, suggesting I’m thinking stuff about…Well, then you go touching your…You can’t do that and expect me not to…”

“…to get all hot?” Nola completed. Hearing her chuckle I suddenly realized she was playing with us. Without waiting for a response, she continued. “You’re right, darling and you’re free to have any disgusting thoughts you want about your own mother and hide them&#8212no matter how sick they are. Maybe after tonight you’ll have more thoughts about me you want to keep private.” She winked, as she continued seductively running her hands over her sensuous body.

“What in God’s name …?” Rick shook his head, obviously confused.

“She’s teasing us,” I explained; “jerking you around&#8212not exactly playing fair.”

“Maybe not,” Nola conceded, “but do you think you’ve been playing fair, conning me into this?”

“You can’t con the willing,” I countered. “I think you wanted it too.”

“How can you even think…Well, maybe a little,” she admitted. “But you kind karabük escort of tricked me too. And I couldn’t help giving you a dose of your own medicine, showing that two can play at this game.”

“No kidding.” Rick sighed with relief. “You really had me going.”

“Tell me about it.” Nola chucked and then paused before continuing. “Seriously, you may as well tell me. I’ve openly shared some, and there’s no use hiding your feelings. Right now it’s the elephant in the room.”

“But I’m worried you might get upset with what I share.” Rick objected.

“Well, there are no guarantees. I’m sorry I upset you with being gamey, though maybe turn about is fair play. Anyway, if we’re committed to honesty, there will always be the risk of someone getting hurt or upset. But we can’t hide things just because we’re worried about offending. I’m a big girl and can handle it.”

“Sorry, I’ve been worried that I’d somehow blow things here.” Rick sounded relieved.

“Blow what?” she asked suspiciously.

“Aahh, I guess I was thinking…Well…” Rick was at a loss for words.

Poor Rick. He was clearly hot to get it on with his mom. Who could blame him, seeing her hot body and seductive moves? But he could hardly risk blowing it but admitting to what he feared he might blow&#8212the opportunity to seduce his own Mom!

I knew I had to rescue him and stepped into the awkward pause. “I think what Rick means is that he’s worried he might say something that would blow the closeness we’ve been enjoying here this evening.”

“Yeah, Mom.” Rick visibly relaxed as he picked up on my thought. “It’s been so special to have some open honest sharing here. And now that I feel so much closer to you, I just don’t want to blow it.”

“I’m not sure why you’d worry about that. We’ve always been close,” Nola observed. “Honesty can’t be practice based on outcomes. That’s why it’s considered risky; there are no guarantees. But since you guys pushed me to be more open here, it seems like it should go both ways.”

“You’re right,” Rick conceded. “I’m sorry and I promise to be honest. So you really want me to share my honest thoughts about you&#8212I-I mean, even sexual stuff?”

“Well, I have to admit this is the strangest conversation I’ve ever had. But thinking about the need for honesty, I guess I wouldn’t have it any other way, darling&#8212as long as we know it’s just thoughts.”

“Well, my thoughts about you are…God you’ve got a hot set of tits, Mom!” Rick jumped in enthusiastically. “Those black tips look like they’re dying to get sucked. Wow! I love the way they gently move when you breathe. Want to know what else I want to do with those black beauties?”

“I-I…We probably shouldn’t…I-I’m not sure where this is going, but…” Nola paused, suddenly looking more self-conscious as she dropped her hands, turning to the side. “God, I know I asked, but suddenly I’m not sure I want to know.”

“Afraid you might loose control,” I challenged.

“Hardly,” she shot back. “I can handle whatever, no matter what you guys think. Let’s just remember, this is only sexy talk; if I end up getting kind of excited, that’s just over the talk, not over you, honey.”

“Ok, Mom.” Rick sounded impatient. “We get it.”

“I’m not sure you do,” Nola persisted. “I’m just worried you might think…Well I don’t want you to get the wrong idea that…Like I’m attracted to you&#8212not that way. You know what I mean. I’m certainly no pervert and being your mom I couldn’t have thoughts that…I mean, it’s really sick. Just so there’s no confusion on things, it will be less embarrassing if we understand this is just teasing talk and not really about us as a mother and son. I just don’t want you thinking…”

“Yeah, yeah,” Rick interrupted impatiently. “Whatever floats your boat, Mom. Now can I finished.”

“Ok, as long as we’re clear, then, yeah, go ahead. Aahh…Err…Wha-what else were you th-thinking?” She asked with both hesitancy and excitement.

“If you must know&#8212and I think you must&#8212I was thinking how I’d like to gently hold your tits, stroking the sides. Then I’d begin planting soft kisses all over them, and giving their size, that’s a lot of kisses! I’d see your nipples getting hard and then I’d start licking in circles until I got closer and closer to those&#8212God, your nipples are hard!…Aahh….” He paused, letting the tension build as he watched her breathing hard.

“And th-then what?” Nola pushed impatiently. I could see from her arousal that her boundaries were quickly crumbling.

“Then I’d touch your nipples with my tongue and slowly suck them, harder and harder while…”

“Aahh,” she moaned.

“…while you begged for more.”

“P-Please,” she gasped.

“Then I’d have you lay down, and while Lisa held your tits together…Oh God, such a beautiful dark cleavage. I’d climb on board and slide my black pole right up that hot licorice valley!”

“Ahhh!” Nola moaned, beginning to osmaniye escort squeeze and massage her tits once again.

“Oh yeah! I’d fuck those tits and have the tip of my cock hammering against your throat. You’d be so hot I’d be shooting my white cum all over your black tits!”

By this time Rick was obviously aroused as the towel lewdly tented upward. over his groin formed a tent that was moving rhythmically with his pulsations. Nola was breathing rapidly as she stared at him while her hand moved to caress her crotch.

“God, this is driving me crazy!” she said. “Please go on.”

“Well, then it would be your turn. I’d watch you and Lisa lick off my cum. That would get me nice and hard again so I could feed it to you. I’d have you…”

“Ummm,” she moaned, licking her lips.

“I’d have you deep-throat me until…Aahh, until I-I….”

“Until what? Come on!” she begged breathlessly.

“…until you were swallowing my head down your throat! I wonder how much of me you could take, Mom.”

“I could…Oh God, stop!” Suddenly coming to her senses, she continued. “You just called me ‘Mom,’ and…I mean, you’re talking about doing me&#8212doing this to your own mother! I told you we couldn’t…I don’t know what to think. How can you…we…It’s so perverted and disgusting, and…God! I must be sick! We really have to stop this.”

“What are you talking about, Mom?” Rick looked defeated. “I thought we were having a good time. What’s wrong now?”

“I was having a good time; listening to you like it was someone else&38212just two adults engaged in a teasing fantasy. But when you said ‘Mom,’ I couldn’t pretend anymore. Suddenly I realized this was my own son talking about seducing me. That’s obviously sick, perverted and disgusting to even consider, but…Well, then at the same time I felt really excited and…Well, I must be really sick! I can’t believe I’d feel…It’s so confusing. Like I said, we need to stop.”

“Come on, Mom,” Rick pleaded.

“No, Son; I know I invited you to share your thoughts. But the way we’ve both gotten excited…Well, I can’t say this is just about two adults. We have to admit that we’re mother and son and now it’s bordering on incest. We have to maintain appropriate boundaries.” Still, her tone lacked conviction.

“That’s not what you told me when this started with you teaching me,” I reminded her.

“Didn’t you say that learning to open up was important? If I remember right you said it was essential to ‘break through boundaries that can interfere with sexual fulfillment.’ You encouraged me to drop the barriers, and I did, like with wearing skimpy clothes and other stuff. But now when we’re trying to have fun here, you’re getting all hung up on holding to boundaries that interfere with us getting close.”

“Wow, Lisa; I’m impressed,” Rick complimented. “You really did learn your lessons well.”

“Yes, what a wonderful student,” Nola responded sarcastically, “…one who learned her lessons a little too well, I might add. Leave it to you to try and apply that principle to something this ridiculous. There are always exceptions to every rule.”

“Oh, I see,” I responded sarcastically. “So all that stuff on boundaries was a slick pitch you sold me, all so you could manipulate and seduce me. Congratulations, Nola; I’d say it worked&#8212getting into my panties.”

“Lisa!” she objected.

“It’s ok,” I assured. “Don’t get me wrong; I loved it. But now when the tables are turned, suddenly boundaries are important to keep. I guess it only applies when you want things for yourself.”

“Oh Lisa, please don’t say that. You know how much I care about you,” she insisted.

“Everything I did was for you and I meant what I said. I can’t quite explain how this is different, but…I mean, there have to be some boundaries. Everyone knows that inhibitions around incest are normal and appropriate.”

“Appropriate for who?”

“It’s whom,” she corrected. “I hope you passed that English final.”

“Whatever,” I responded dismissively. “My point is that one size doesn’t fit all and from what you’ve taught me, I thought we weren’t supposed to go for only what is appropriate and normal. When it comes to consenting adults, I learned from you and Mom that inhibitions interfere.”

“Yes, but we certainly weren’t thinking…”

“Let me finish,” I insisted. “Mom said that most who stick with what is normal and appropriate have ho-hum sex lives, and that if I wanted more, I had to be willing to risk trying what others might find objectionable. I remember her telling me that the best sex involved total abandonment, letting go all inhibitions so the primitive animal inside could take over. She said this was the only way the wild erotic beauty within could come out.”

“I remember her saying that too,” Nola agreed, “and it’s a beautiful thought. But I’m not sure that….”

“Just think about it,” I interrupted. “Most animals don’t discriminate when there is marmaris escort a biological relationship.”

“We’re not animals,” Nola shot back.

“Well, in some ways we are. Besides fantasy teasing is certainly not incest,” I argued.

“I know. It’s just that I think it’s pushing things.”

“And yet that’s exactly what you’ve taught me,” I countered, “telling me I need to push my comfort zone. But, after all this talk about letting go, aren’t you letting your own inhibitions take over, discriminating and showing prejudice toward your own son? It seems like selfishly hanging on to fears and inhibitions may be depriving us all of an exciting close time together, maybe even the divine depravity Mom talked about.”

My guilt trip seemed to have had an effect as she appeared unsure how to respond. “I-I guess I didn’t think of it that way. I mean I just thought…You know, I just felt it was kind of weird with…I mean, I really wasn’t trying to ignore your needs and maybe I have been a little closed. I just don’t want to let things happen that might risk hurting you.”

“Are you really worried about hurting us or you?” I challenged. “Thinking the Golden Rule, and what Rick wants, I can’t see how there’s much risk of him being hurt.”

Nola looked flushed with embarrassment and excitement as she responded. “Maybe you’re right. To be honest, I worry some that it’s been so long since…You know I can really…Well, when I get excited, it can get kind of crazy. I mean when I…I’m not sure you’d think my ‘wild erotic beauty’ was all that attractive.” She laughed sheepishly.

“I’m sure I’d always think you were a beauty,” Rick chimed in.

“Th-thank you, honey. But it could get really embarrassing in front of both of you. I’ve always prided myself about being open with my feelings, but I certainly don’t want to appear selfish. And even if we are open and honest here, don’t you think this is a terrible risk for all of us?”

I sensed the guilt was helping to crumble her resistance. “Well as they say, ‘nothing ventured, nothing gained.’ And you certainly don’t need to worry about embarrassing yourself, not after seeing us both in such a compromised position&#8212getting off, no less. You said it was beautiful. I’ve been dying to see you get off, and I know we would both enjoy and learn from someone more experienced in this, right Rick?”

“Absolutely.” he picked up on my cue immediately. “I love what your teaching has done for Lisa and never realized all you had to offer. Now that I know how experienced and open you are with sex, I’d love for you to teach me too. I haven’t really been sure of some things, but thought I should just know it. I never had someone I felt I could talk with about this. But now this is fantastic, knowing that I can learn from someone I trust like you, Mom.”

This appealed to her maternal instincts and she seemed to relent. “Well I’m not sure how much you’ll learn, but I do feel honored that you’d choose me to teach you some&#8212as long as we’re clear on what you’re expecting.”

“What do you mean?” Rick asked.

“Well, you know that my teaching has involved some live physical interaction with Lisa. Obviously, given our relationship, this can only involve talk. Seems like any physical contact would be inappropriate.”

“Oh…Yeah, I guess.” Rick was clearly disappointed, but tried not to show it. “Talking can still be exciting and I’m sure you can teach me lots.”

“I hope so, honey. And I don’t want my hang ups to interfere with this process. I-I…Oh this is just too weird, like…This talk about opening up is getting me kind of….Well, I’m feeling, you know…Oh hell, you guys asked for it&#8212It’s making me horny! There I admitted it. Are you happy?”

“Thrilled,” I bubbled. “It was kind of obvious. But doesn’t it feel good to be honest about your feelings?”

“I suppose.”

“And now that you and Rick have been honest, I think it will make for hotter fantasies&#8212about you getting it on with your own son.”

“Aahh,” Nola gasped, shaking her head.

“See, even the suggestion gets you going,” I observed.

“It’s crazy and I’m not sure what’s gotten into me, but….”

“Nothing yet,” I quipped.

“Lisa! You can’t talk like that,” Nola admonished. “I’m Ok with some hot talk on…My God! I can’t believe I’m even agreeing to this.”

“What? It’s only talk,” Rick reassured.

“But it’s about us&#8212mother and son talking about erotic thoughts about each other.

But remember, nothing can happen here&#8212not for real. As long as it’s just talk, and you know that it’s not like I really want you for real, then I’m ok with this, I guess.”

“Ok, Mom, but then, as long as we’re not getting physical, anything goes,” Rick pushed.

“I suppose,” She grudgingly agreed. “I just hope we don’t regret this.”

“You won’t,” I assured.

“Ok, then.” Nola shook her head, showing lingering reservations. “Go on, Rick. I think you left off with telling me about g-getting…putting that thing down my….” She paused shaking her head and looking down. “I’m sorry, this is so embarrassing I can’t even say it.”

“Then I will,” Rick chimed in, looking thrilled as he leered at her. “I was telling you how I’d cram my cock down your throat, watching you suck me off. God, I’d love to feel that! I just wonder how much of me you could take.”

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This is the sequel to Destruction – part 03, featuring the same characters. This is a work of fiction. All characters are over the age of 18, and all are fictional. Not based on anyone living or dead.

Cassandra woke up early in the morning. The clock read 5 AM. She felt queazy. She pushed the sheets off herself. Her son Michael was still deep asleep, his arm wrapped around her waist. As she got up she felt his cum still inside her, slowly running down her leg. She moved slowly, not to wake either of her boys up. Her other son, Eric was rolled up into his sheets. His cum still coated her face. He had lost the coin toss the night before. It was their way to decide which bed she would sleep in each night, and who have to watch. Eric was watching the entire time as his brother fucked his mother, taking the liberty to enjoy himself as well by jerking it to the sight of Cassandra taking Michael’s hard cock in her pussy and later up her ass. Not one to control himself, when Eric came he grabbed Cassandra by the hair and unloaded his jizz onto her face. It was going to end up somewhere. Might as well spray it there. It was one of many sick little games the two brothers played with their mother. One of many.

She walked as quietly as possible. Cassandra wasn’t trying to get away. She knew that was impossible. She just needed to use the bathroom without waking up her boys. Michael wouldn’t mind if she did. You gotta go when you gotta go and all. Eric on the other hand would usually demand a toll, and she felt way too dizzy to give him head this early in the morning.

This was her life now. A few months ago her sons took advantage of her, pinning her down and raping her in her own living room. She secretly enjoyed it, but it cost her a healthy relationship with a good man as well as her boys. They vanished for a few months after that night, only to return and make her life a living hell. Her twin boys made videos of her as they fucked her in as many freaky ways they could think of, using them as leverage against her in case she ever tried to tell anyone or try to get away. She nearly managed to break free once, but that ended with Eric fucking her in their own backyard for all the world to see.

Most of her life had eroded since their return. They burned her clothes and took away her cell phone. If she ever protested, they’d just push her down and take her mind off her troubles. Forcing her to suck or jerk them off kept her quiet for a while. It’s hard to complain when you’re busy taking two cocks in your mouth. And there wasn’t a thing she could to to stop it. All she could was take their abuse and lust, and hope they wouldn’t come up with a new way to humiliate her this time. The sex she could stand. Hell, by now she craved it, being lusted after by two young men in the prime of their life. But the humiliation was becoming unbearable. In the early days they would think of anything that was somehow degrading to her. But as time went on, they would just finish inside her quickly and got on with their day. Cassandra was getting good at this. Her technique often left the boys cumming within a few minutes. Perhaps it gave her back a little control over her life. Not to mention she got a kick out of being a first-rate cocksucker.

But she knew their little game was coming at a serious price. Her wooziness each morning was not some random illness. Her period was late. She was afraid to ask permission, but she felt like she was in desperate need of a pregnancy test.

She nearly threw up in the bathroom, but managed to collect herself. After peeing, she headed out into the hallway, running into Michael.

“You okay, Mom?” he asked.

Sometimes a bit of that gentle soul Cassandra once knew would shine through. But she’d grown weary of that kindness. At barely a moment’s notice, he could snap into an enraged sex-fiend, ready to push his mother down and rape her right then and there. His brother Eric was easier to read now, since nearly all his actions had some ulterior sexual motive, but with Michael she felt like she always walked on eggshells. She never knew what he was thinking, or if his concern was genuine or not.

“I’m fine, honey. Just a little dizzy. Why don’t you go back to sleep?” she said.

“Join me,” her son said, extending his hand to her.

She took it, but with a heavy heart she walked back to his room. They laid down in his bed, and not a second after they did, Michael began to rub his fingers over her pussy. She knew to stroke his cock, as the boys had come to expect her to do this. His fingers circled over her clit, while his shaft grew firmer in his mother’s hand. It didn’t take long for Cassandra to get wet again. He knew how to her her going. She kept the same pace as him, rolling her hand over his young cock. Her legs trembled with excitement. She was getting close. Once again, she orgasmed at the hands of one of her sons. And as always, her brief moment of ecstasy would end as soon as the shame of her incest returned to her.

Michael’s cock began to spasm. All üsküdar escort he had to say was, “Face,” and Cassandra knew what to do.

She lowered her head towards his young, pulsating cock. She pulled her hand down to his balls, cupping them. A stream of hot cum sprayed on her face. Michael gasped as he came, before rolling back over and going back to sleep. Cassandra sat up as the cum rolled down to her chin. She sighed, having gotten used to this humiliation. How often did she wish things could be different? If her boys would simply treat her as a woman and not a thing to be fucked on a whim. Would she let them have sex with her willingly if they simply approached her kindly? She loved them both, and loved being fucked. But must they be so harsh in doing so? If they could only be kinder to her. But that wasn’t the case now, was it? This was the life Cassandra would need to accept, which she begrudgingly did. She simply rolled over, trying to catch a little more sleep.

Little did she know both her sons had grown tired with their sexual routine as well. They had debased their mother in many ways. But there was one final plan in the near future.

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Cassandra was roughly woken when a powerful hand dragged her out of bed by her long red hair. Her son Eric, standing nude before her, shoved her towards his hardened cock.

“Rise and shine, slut-face,” Eric said. “You know what to do.”

Immediately, she began sucking him off. Without a word of protest, his mother took his shaft and pushed it deep down her throat. She sucked him like a pro. Even her hands knew what to do, gently stroking his balls and running over his cock. To her surprise, Eric didn’t even finish this time. Not in her mouth or on her face. He just pushed her aside, grunting angrily. She could tell he was displeased. Was he running out of ways to use his mother? Did he get tired of her? Perhaps they would let her go soon? Let her rebuild something of a life again? But Cassandra feared to hope. Hope had brought her plenty of misery. She knew to expect the worst.

She got up from the floor and walked out, down the hallway. She stopped by her old room. The door was slightly ajar, giving her a glimpse of her two sons working on something. Michael was setting up a new computer of some sorts. They were busy plugging in cables and attaching cameras to them. Stuff she understood very little of. All she could do was surf the net a little. Computers just weren’t her thing.

She walked downstairs, grabbing some food. Her appetite had been bigger as of late. The fear thundered though her. Could she be pregnant? If she were, there were only two options of who the father could be. Both of those options were her son. Which one could it be? And when they found out, and they would, how would they react? She was so afraid. Not just the shame, but the idea of having either of them being around her child. She didn’t know what to expect anymore.

“Mom, could you come up here,” she heard Michael call her.

She finished eating her sandwich quickly and headed up the stairs, her bare ass wiggling all the way.

#

Her sons were in her old bedroom, placing cameras and lighting equipment around the bed. Michael pointed her to the bed and said,

“Lie down on the bed, with you head hanging from the edge.”

Cassandra complied, placing herself towards one of the cameras. Michael sat behind the computer, while Eric positioned himself over his naked mother, his cock hovering an inch from her face. Michael pressed some keys, then gave his twin brother the okay sign. Within moments Eric rammed his hard cock into her mouth. He didn’t even build up the pace. He just went straight into fucking his mother’s mouth, scraping it over her tongue. He went on for a few minutes, groping her breasts as he fucked her. It didn’t take long before he pulled out and came, shooting his load onto his mother’s face. She winced, but took it without complaint. What’s the use? They were going to do what they wanted.

Michael checked the screen. He seemed pleased. “It looks great. We’re ready to roll.”

“Awesome,” Eric said, panting heavily. Cassandra sat up, looking at her son. He looked down and said, “Clean yourself up. We got a shoot tonight.”

Cassandra said nothing. She got up and headed to the bathroom. She heard her boys whisper something, but she paid it no mind. She had other things to worry about.

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The warm water soothed Cassandra’s skin. It had been a while since she relaxed in a hot bath. She decided to chance it considering the boys were preoccupied with whatever it was they were working on. They let her shower, yes. Plenty of times. But just a moment to herself? Letting all the aches and pains of the days just wash away? Rarely. She enjoyed it for what it was. A moment of peace.

She stepped out of the tub after having been in it for half an hour. She didn’t want her fingers getting too pruned. When she did, she noticed Michael standing in the gaziemir escort mirror, watching her from the doorway.

“Hey,” he said in a quiet tone. “Bend over.”

Cassandra did as she was told, bending herself to stick out her ass towards her son. She anticipated he’d ram his hardened dick into her pussy again. Or maybe her ass. What she didn’t expect was his warm breath grazing her privates. His tongue gently stroking over her labia and moving up to her asshole. This sudden tenderness caught her off guard, but Cassandra enjoyed every minute of it. The way he moistened up her pussy. His tongue circling and eventually penetrating her ass. It was amazing.

Cassandra’s breathing became heavier. She enjoyed being licked and rimmed by her boy Michael. Before she knew it, she was rubbing her clit along with his oral gift. She couldn’t help herself.

“Oh God,” she moaned. “You feel so good…”

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Michael asked.

Being in a euphoric state, she simply nodded.

“Mom, do you want me to fuck you?” Michael asked again.

“Yes,” Cassandra gasped. “Fuck me baby!”

“Can I fuck your ass?” he asked.

Cassandra knew she couldn’t say no. And this time, she didn’t want to.

“Yes baby,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass. Fuck it!”

Michael stood up and grabbed Cassandra’s ass cheeks. He spread the apart, exposing her asshole and lines it up with his erect cock. With little effort, he slid right into his mom’s ass. She’d been sodomized by them so often, it didn’t take much to fucker her there anymore. But for the first time since this all began, Cassandra enjoyed it. She loved the way his hard cock rubbed in and out of her bowels. Hornier than ever before, she stroked her clit furiously as her boy pounded her ass. It was amazing. She began to feel lightheaded, but worked through it. She was close. She was gonna cum.

“I–I’m cumming,” she gasped. “Oooh, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me, Mom,” Michael grunted as he fucked her harder. “Cum!”

With a loud moan, Cassandra came. Her legs shivered. From her pussy she squirted a thick stream of liquid onto the floor. Her whole body was spasming. It was the best orgasm in years. Panting, she sank to her knees on the floor. Michael pulled himself from her ass and helped her sit down.

“Was it good?” he asked.

Cassandra nodded. It was amazing. Better than amazing. But the words failed her. She simply gasped for air.

“My turn,” said Michael.

Before she could react, Michael suddenly rammed his cock into her mouth. She tasted her own ass on it. It was foul. Instantly, she was snapped out of her mellow post-orgasm mood and dragged back into the reality of being a living fuck toy. Michael stroked his dick over his mother’s tongue, pushing her head down on himself. He grunted with each thrust, with no regard for how it felt for Cassandra.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumming,” he grunted.

Michael trembled as he climaxed inside her. Thick globs of cum shot down into Cassandra’s throat. She winced at the mixed flavor of cum and her ass. She cried a little, feeling betrayed once more that her son would allow her to feel so good, only to remind her of her place.

“Clean yourself off. You’re needed later,” Michael said as he withdrew his cock from her mouth.

Michael left the room, leaving Cassandra quietly sobbing on the floor. She want to curl up and lie down. But if she didn’t do as told, there’d be more hell to pay. She wiped herself down, rinsed her mouth with mouthwash, and headed downstairs. Not a moment after she came down, the doorbell rang. Eric, sitting in the kitchen, looked up at her.

“Answer it,” he said with a grin.

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It wasn’t uncommon for Eric to order her to answer the door while naked. Sometimes he’d even cum on her face beforehand, just for the added humiliation. Since she had no clothes, had little choice as well. That afternoon, however, a box came that was labeled with “clothing”. She almost dared to hope it meant she could go outside. Take a walk somewhere. Go shopping on her own. But the moment she opened it, she knew that wasn’t the case.

Inside the box was a red, leather outfit. Almost as red as her hair. It was mostly a collection of straps, exposing both her breasts and her pussy. Obviously this was for some kind of kink. But where did the boys get the money to buy this? It was because of them that Cassandra no longer worked, losing her job after they forced her to humiliate herself in public. They didn’t seem to be working. What was the source of their income?

“Say thank you for the nice outfit, little whore,” Eric said, grinning at her disappointed look as she held the outfit up.

“Thank you, Eric,” Cassandra mumbled.

Without him telling her, she began to put the outfit on. It was tight and uncomfortable. When she finished, Eric walked over and stuck a finger between her ass cheeks. He began playing with her anus.

“You look gorgeous. I love sancaktepe escort you, Mom,” he whispered.

Those were the first kind words Eric had said to her in months. She couldn’t remember the last time he called her “Mom”. It was always “slut” this, and “whore” that. It felt good to hear him call her that again. But she also learned not to trust his false promises in the past. The way he promised she could go free, only to rape her in the back yard in full view of the neighbors. How they were fooled by the flimsy explanation her sons gave them she’d never know.

Eric guided his mother by the arm upstairs. He led her right into her bedroom. In an instant he stripped himself down. His cock was already throbbing and ready for action. He jumped on the bed, lying on his back. Michael stood behind the cameras, keeping an eye on everything. Cassandra stepped onto the bed, standing over her son. She lowered herself down, thrusting her hips towards the camera. She knew they enjoyed good close ups of her wet cunt. This was the hundredth time she did this.

“Back or front?” Cassandra asked.

Immediately, Michael pinched her left nipple. It hurt, but not in a bad way. She enjoyed the sensation going through her breast. The only thing she worried about was hims twisting him. A pinch she could handle. But if she didn’t want to feel serious pain, she’d obey him.

“No, say it like we told you to,” Michael said.

Cassandra sighed, and said, “Ass or cunt?”

“Good little whore,” Eric laughed. He held his hands on his mother’s hips. “I think ass will do for now.”

With that, he pushed her down onto his cock, which slid right into her ass. Her sons had fucked her there so often, it didn’t even hurt anymore. Instead of thrusting into her himself, he began to lift Cassandra up and down on him, smacking her ass cheeks against him. Michael was preoccupied with filming it all. It surprised her that he didn’t join in. How often had they both fucked her simultaneously, with one cock in her ass and one in her pussy. Lately they were more worried about getting good shots.

Michael crept onto the bed, holding the camera close to Cassandra’s face. He asked,

“Do you like that cock up your ass?”

There was only one answer she could give.

“Yes. I love a fat cock right in my ass. Please fuck my ass harder,” she said as sincere as she could.

Michael grinned. He seemed pleased with the footage. He walked back to the computer, and began typing something. From time to time Cassandra would hear a little chime. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t quite place from where. Suddenly, Michael seemed interested by something.

“Hey Eric. Flip that bitch around. There’s something we need to try,” he said.

Eric pushed his mom off of his and stood up on the bed. With little effort he flipped her over, with her legs in the air and her head resting on the bed. Her neck hurt, but she was afraid to protest. Without missing a beat, Eric pushed his cock right back into her ass. The position was a bit awkward, but they couldn’t ask for better close-up shots of a cock drilling into their mother’s ass. Once in a while, Eric slapped his hand right across her pussy. The sensation caused Cassandra to clench her ass, squeezing down on Eric’s cock. His pace increased. He was getting close to cumming, so he gave his twin a brief nod.

Michael nodded back, then lowered himself to his mom’s face and pulled on her long red hair.

“Open you mouth,” he hissed. Cassandra did, preparing herself for what was to come.

Eric grunted. He was cumming. He pulled himself from his mother’s ass and aimed his cock down, spraying shots of his cum over her face. He even got a few right into her mouth. Michael filmed every moment of it. When Eric finished, he casually dropped his mother down on the bed. Michael began to help her take the ridiculous outfit off. Cassandra curled herself up, holding her legs. Maybe they were done for the night?

Another chime came from the computer. Both Michael and Eric checked the screen. Cassandra heard her boys chuckle a few times. They seemed really excited over something. The immediately began setting up their cameras again. When they finished, Eric plopped down onto the bed, guiding his mom over him. She held herself up, looking down at her son. He grinned, enjoying the sight of her cum-stained face looking so despondent. She lowered herself until she felt his cock pushing against her pubic hair. Eric grabbed his cock and pressed the head against her pussy lips, moistening it up. Cassandra shut her eyes and awaited her son’s cock to go in. But Eric seemed to hold off. What was going on?

“Are you ready, Mike?” Eric asked.

His brother had stripped down and held his erect penis in his hand. Cassandra expected her boy to stick it right in her ass, as was usually the case when they fucked her together. It came as quite a shock when Michael pressed himself against her pussy lips as well. What was going on?

With a little force, the two brothers pushed both their cocks into their mother’s pussy. She screamed out. Wailing for the first time in a while. A whole new pain shivered through her body. Both her boys were fucking her cunt at the same time. It was unbearable. It was then she stopped caring if she angered them. Every word she wanted to say but had buried deep down came flooding out.

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Three days later, Daniel and Sara awoke early in the morning. They wouldn’t check out of their hotel until the evening, but they had a crazy schedule. They’d catch a 4AM flight the following morning from Tel Aviv to Miami, which would land at 10AM Miami time after a 12 hour flight. There they’d meet Sara’s best friend Steph, who was going to accompany them to an exclusive resort in Jamaica for eight of their ten final vacation days. The petite, busty redhead had to be home a few days earlier so she could get ready to leave for college at University of Florida. The nature of the resort they were going to stay at meant they could frolic as they pleased with no interference from staff or other visitors. But it meant they’d have a long day today, with a planned nap around 3PM, unlikely as that seemed.

Daniel was up first, and decided to leave Sara to sleep a few minutes more while he got into the bathroom to urinate and wash and brush. While he was washing up, the door burst open and Sara came rushing in. “Sorry, daddy, I have to pee!” and she pulled down her panties, plopped down on the toilet, and then there was the sound of urine spraying into the bowl, as well as a slight soft sigh of relief.

Daniel chuckled as he got ready to trim his beard and moustache.

“What, daddy? What’s so funny?”

“We’re a real couple now, honey. Peeing in front of each other is the final barrier, and we just crossed it.”

“Oh, OH! I didn’t even think of it! I had to go so bad, and I didn’t even consider that this was something we’d never ‘done’ before. I think the romance is over, dad.” They both broke into hysterical laughter. “Now you’ll just take me for granted, leaving me home while you go out to the sports bar with the guys, you’ll fart in front of me” and they burst out laughing all over again. “And I’ll scratch my twat in front of you and you’ll belch in front of our friends….”

Daniel was almost on the floor with laughter. “OK, please, no more. I get your point. You’ll give me a heart attack if you keep that up!” Despite all the laughing, Daniel was still sporting an impressive morning erection, something not unnoticed by Sara.

“I’m sorry for that daddy. Tell you what. Let me get to the sink to wash a bit and brush my teeth, you stay right here, and why don’t you use that lovely, hard cock to give me a nice hot pounding right here, over the sink? I’ll be most accommodating.” She batted her eyes at her father in an overly, comically flirty manner.

“Well, hurry up and wash up then. Or I’ll just jerk off in the toilet. You know, one depository is as good as another…..” He smiled slyly.

“You wicked man! I might just make you do that for the rest of our trip!”

“Yeah, sure you would. You’d miss it more than me. I could always go to Steph!”

“Yeah? What makes you think she wouldn’t pick me over you, anyway?”

They taunted each other good naturedly, just like an ordinary couple, while Sara cleaned up. She watched her daddy in the mirror as he stroked his cock lightly, and a fire was burning in her body, from her head to her tits, from her clit to her feet and everywhere else. She needed to get fucked by her daddy now!

Sara lifted her right leg so her knee was turned outwards and her pussy was wide open and beckoning. “Come and get it, dirty old man. No foreplay needed! See if you can handle it first thing in the morning like this!”

Daniel was on her like a shot, pushing his swollen dick right up into that slippery cunt, his hips smacking into her ass. He was buried in her so quickly and his hands were mauling her tits as he kissed and bit softly on her shoulders. “My naughty girl is so damn hot this morning. Your pussy feels like it could melt my cock, baby.” He was grunting loud with every hard thrust into her steaming cunt. He grabbed Sara’s hair, tugging her head backwards as he continued to pound into her fuck hole. They were both thinking it was a hell of a way to start the day!

Sara also grunted with every powerful thrust of her daddy’s hard dick. His hips were smacking her ass so hard, the cheeks were turning pink-red. “Fuck me you dirty man. Fuck your whore of a daughter, use me, take me as you wish, fucker. I’m all yours, my mouth, my pussy, my ass…. yes daddy my ass! You haven’t fucked my ass in a while. Loosen me up and then fuck my tight little ass! I want it really dirty!”

What got into Sara this morning, Daniel had no idea. But it was also taking him over as well, and he wormed his middle finger into her tight pucker, using the juices dripping from her pussy for lubricant. After he’d worked two fingers into her ass, and she seemed all ready, he popped his cock from her pussy and pressed the head into her tiny ass hole. She groaned from the incredible pressure as first the head, then the shaft started to tunnel into her.

“That’s it, fuck daddy! Put that big daddy dick into my hot ass! Fuck me like the whore I am! Slam that dick in there!” Sara was rubbing her clit furiously with her left hand while bahçelievler escort the right was rubbing her tits hard and pinching her throbbing nipples.

Daniel had his hands on her cheeks, mauling them as they grunted loudly in united lust. He could tell Sara must be getting close and so was he, his balls starting to contract as his dick churned in her ass. Suddenly Sara screamed and babbled as she came in a massive rush. He couldn’t resist any longer and he also yelled out as he emptied his big balls into her hungry ass. The feel of his cum, so hot in her bowels, gave Sara another climax as she collapsed to the floor of the bathroom, Daniel falling with her with his cock still inside her. They were a sweaty, panting mess, but so incredibly happy. They held each other as their mutual orgasms settled. It had been so dirty but so much fun at the same time.

“What got into you this morning, honey? I’m not complaining at all but where did that come from? Especially so early in the morning.”

“I don’t know, but I think when I saw you there with that lovely erection just poking out there, I had a thought that it would be a shame to waste it. And then my pussy was just on fire and I just needed something really nasty. I’m glad you were on the same track with me. That was really intense!” She leaned back and kissed his cheek, and then he turned her head a bit more so he could meet her lips with his.

“I could almost take our nap now, baby. But that’s kind of silly, isn’t it. So when we get our legs back in a week or two.” he joked “we need to shower and get moving. It will be a shame to leave here. It was mostly a great time here.”

“It was, daddy. I’m not even thinking about that night any more. You made everything better, just like you always do. I love you, daddy. Now lets get in the shower.”

“I love you too, my darling.”

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After their very long day in Haifa, a little sightseeing, some shopping of both some clothing (especially beachwear for Jamaica) and some art for the home (which would be shipped), an abortive attempt at a nap, a nice dinner and a long wait at the airport, Sara and Daniel were finally on the plane, which left on time. They were exhausted but too jazzed to sleep just yet, so they were watching movies on the screens in front of them, mindless stuff, when Sara took out her headphones and got her fathers attention.

“Daniel, the other day you said something about changing some things, making us more like partners. What did you mean?”

“Honey,” he said quietly, both to not disturb others sleeping nearby and to keep the conversation private, “I’m going to have papers drawn up, I’m going to the bank and my broker, and I’m putting all my assets into both our names. So from now on, they’re not my assets anymore; they’re OUR assets. We’ll still be father and daughter, but we’ll also be fully financially partners. Your credit cards will no longer be in my name with you underneath. They’ll be in your name completely, with your own responsibility. The monthly bank and brokerage statements on this money will come to you, not me. I’ll never even see it. I’ll transfer enough money into your own account to more than cover any expenses you could possibly have. It’ll be in the low 7 figures.”

The enormity of what her father was saying didn’t quite hit her immediately. It was dawning on her slowly. “Daniel….daddy…. I don’t think I understand. Are you cutting me loose from you? Did I do something to upset you? It feels like you’re getting ready to say goodbye to me.”

“No, Sara, honey, not at all. You’re my daughter, always will be, and I’ll still do things like pay for your schooling and medical insurance, so on. But you won’t have to justify your expenditures to me. What you buy, you can pay for. It’s your pay-out from the business, like the employees profit sharing. Though your share is quite a bit larger.” He smiled at her. “The one caveat will be that it’s a conditional 3 years, until you’re 21. If you were to just blow through the money, I wouldn’t give you more; you’d have to come to me like we do now. But if you show yourself to be responsible, invest most of it, you wouldn’t ever even have to come to me again for money. You’ve always been very responsible and level headed, Sara. I don’t expect things to be any different. And this way if you want something, you think it over, whether it’s worth it to you, and make your own decisions. Something you need, want, a gift for someone. It’s up to you. It’s responsibility, honey. Do you understand?”

“I do, my love. I don’t know what to say, Daniel. You’re showing a huge trust in me. And I intend to live up to that trust. You know I’m not a party girl type. I like to have fun, like most people. But I’m not going to take a group of friends to a club and spend 500 dollars on bottles of champagne, end up with a ten thousand dollar tab. I’ve heard of people doing it, and bağcılar escort it’s crazy. But it’s going to be nice to know I can buy things I need besides the basics and not have to talk to you about it. Maybe if I want to buy my man a gift sometime.” She smiled at him now. “I always could, but you got the bill. Now I feel like it’s really my own money, my responsibility. Even though I didn’t earn it.” A frown came over her face. “I didn’t, did I? I mean, it’s still your money.”

“Look at it this way. I never would have left you everything, especially with the recent sale. I would leave you at least what I’m transferring, but the bulk will be earmarked for favored charities when the time comes. What I’m giving you is enough to start a good life for yourself, either in investments or, maybe, you’ll want to start your own business of some kind after you’re done with school. You’ll have that opportunity. But it’s not enough to just waste your life away. As the saying goes, it’s enough to do something with your life, but it’s not enough to do nothing. I can give you that opportunity, so I am. And it makes our relationship more on an equal footing. If we don’t remain as lovers, you’ll have your independence and not feel any obligation to me.”

“Dad, um, Daniel, I don’t feel an obligation. Don’t you understand that? I’m doing what I want to do with you, of my own free will. I do it because I enjoy it, and because I love you.” Sara reached up and stroked his cheek, her fingernails lightly, tenderly, scratching through his short beard. “I know you do the same with me. I hope this wonderful gift isn’t you feeling obligated, like you wouldn’t be doing this if we were more….traditional.” Her tone was firm.

“No my love, it’s not an obligation. I’m doing this because you deserve it, and because it’s the right thing to do. I would just recommend that you only have access to about 10 thousand in Binghamton, leaving the rest behind, so no one could ever steal from you. Besides, if for some reason you needed more than that, it would mean you’re in some serious trouble, and I would always want you to come to me in that case, independent or not. I’ll always be your father. You’ll always be my responsibility. Always.” He told her this with a dead on serious look.

“I know dad. I know. And whether you like it or not, you’re my responsibility as well. If we’re really equal and partners now. It goes both ways.”

Daniel nodded his head and they shared a lovers kiss, soft and small but very intimate. Very loving. Sara took her fathers hand and squeezed gently. She loved him more than anything in the world, and more than she thought she could ever love anyone else, ever. Daniel thought much the same about Sara. They settled in and closed their eyes, taking a much needed nap for a few hours.

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When Sara awoke a few hours later, it was still dark, and most of the other passengers were still asleep. Sara stretched in her seat, then got up and went to the bathroom, easily climbing over her father, asleep on the aisle seat in First Class. She used the toilet, washed, brushed and splashed some water on her face, and went back, asking the flight attendant on the way how long until breakfast. The attractive 30ish woman told her it would be another two hours so Sara went back to her seat to try and sleep a little more. She took the blanket and spread it out so it covered both her and her father and she closed her eyes, but sleep would not return.

She was thinking to herself about just what her father was going to do for her, and it made her feel like a real equal to him in every sense. It was a big responsibility, and she knew she’d do everything she could to live up to it. It wasn’t money to be frittered away the way some girls she knew of did with their parents money, clubbing and drinking and drugging. Though her father never really asked, Sara had tried weed a number of times, she like it but didn’t love it, and had no interest in trying anything else, like coke or pills. She knew Steph liked Molly, and had tried to get Sara to try it, but she had zero interest in it.

She was thinking about what kind of business she’d like to try her hand at,

perhaps, after she finished school, when Daniel started to stir. She held his hand under the blanket and kissed his cheek with her full, moist lips. “Good morning, my love” she whispered in his ear. “Did you get enough sleep?”

Daniel stretched out, something they couldn’t have done sitting in coach, and smiled at her. “I’m good, thanks honey. And good morning to you too.” He leaned over and kissed her lips. “Always delicious first thing in the morning. And based on how dark it still is, it really is first thing in the morning. I think I need to use the bathroom. Can you reach my toothbrush for me?”

“Sure, honey.” She handed his toothbrush and he went off to the front of the plane. It was still over an hour until ümraniye escort the attendant said breakfast would be served, and she was overtaken by an impulse to do something naughty. Smiling to herself, she reached into her carryon bag and got out a small hand towel and got back under the blanket. The plane was still very quiet, and the main cabin lights were off so it was still nice and dark. Perfect.

Daniel came back to his seat and got under the blanket with Sara and snuggled as close as he could in the airplane seats. He was drifting between wakefulness and sleep when he felt Sara rubbing the front of his pants with her hand. Both his mind and his cock were waking up now. “Sara, honey, what are you doing?” he whispered urgently.

“Shhh, baby. Just be nice and quiet, and let me take care of you. I’m feeling a little naughty, and this is much safer than if we went into the bathroom. Just relax now.”

“Sweetheart, while I appreciate this, and as much as I love you, I’m really not in the mood to be arrested when we get off the plane in Miami.”

“If you just relax and enjoy it, no one will know a thing. Now be quiet and let me have a little fun.”

Daniel thought, not for the first time, he’d created a sexual monster. Not that he complained usually. But she was really into pushing the boundaries sometimes, like now. If he pushed back, really tried to stop her, it could likely draw more attention to them, and that would be worse. Resignedly, he just sat back and let her do as she wanted. Yeah, poor me, he thought.

He could feel her slowly unbuckle his belt, then unbutton the top of his pants and then pull down the zipper on the fly of his pants. Sara then used her fingernails to teasingly scrape the full length of his shaft through his underwear. He looked at her face and she had this innocent, almost angelic smile as she teased his dick under the blanket. He was shifting around in his seat, unable to just sit still as she had her fun.

Soon she fished into his underwear and pulled his cock out, freeing it from the constraints of his briefs. With both hands, she put her small hand towel around the base of his cock, then she started to play.

Instead of stroking him like a typical hand job, Sara held his dick steady in one hand and applied a drop of lotion to the thumb of her other hand, and then she used the ball of her thumb to make circles all around the glans of her fathers cock. There was less motion that way, so it wasn’t apparent to anyone else what she was doing under the blanket, unless they watched closely. Every so often, she’d squeeze another small drop of lotion to her thumb, and kept the pressure on his glans.

Daniel never had a hand job like this before, never even imagined it. He actually loved hand jobs, had since he was a teen himself, and his first girlfriend wouldn’t go any further than using her hand. He’d found a woman with skills and desire could do great things with just her palm and fingers. But this was a new variant for him.

Daniel was squirming quite a bit now. Sara whispered to him “If you don’t stay still, someone will notice, daddy. Try to sit still, and concentrate. Want me to talk dirty to you, baby? I want you to cum, daddy, cum for your dirty little girl. All over my hand, where anyone can see us” she whispered, very softly, barely audible. “I love the feel of your hot gooey cum in my fingers, so warm and sticky.”

Sara was making really fast, tight circles now, and she could feel his cock expanding. Just a little more….. She then licked his ear and blew into it, and that was all it took, he came hard, grunting as softly as he could manage, coating her fingers and hand with a nice thick load of cream. She whispered “MMMM daddy cum for me. Think I could lick it clean without anyone noticing?”

“Oh god, honey, don’t, someone might see.”

“So what if they do? Nothing they can do about it now.” She pulled her hand from under the cover and as discretely as she could, still in the darkened cabin, licked his sticky discharge from her slender fingers. As she was finishing her prize, they both saw the flight attendant from earlier looking at her with wide eyes and a slight smile. Sara held her finger to her lips in the universal sign for silence and the attendant nodded her head. She’d seen much worse in her years working this job.

Daniel groaned “You are so bad! You really shouldn’t have done that. Where did you learn to do that, exactly?”

Sara just gave her innocent smile and said “Catholic school” and they both broke into quiet laughter.

After he calmed down, and put his cock back in his pants, he said “Seriously, that was a hell of a risk, honey. And I didn’t even get to do anything for you. You didn’t get anything from that.”

“On the contrary. I got a lot of pleasure from doing that for you. There have been times you’ve done things to me, for me, just to make me feel good. Isn’t there a lot of pleasure just from pleasing your partner?”

Daniel looked at her, and just from that statement, knew for sure he’d have nothing to worry about from giving her the money. “You’re wise and mature beyond your years, honey. Even if you are a bit of a risk taker. You have such a good heart. And I love you with all of mine. Now, maybe you should wash your hands before breakfast comes. And, by the way, thank you baby. You’re the best.”

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Note: Since the ratings for my first story weren’t all devastating, I decided to continue it ;). I hope you like it. Apologies for not giving a chapter number for the first part.

Afterwards, Davin was resting in his bed, motionless for quite some time; he couldn’t believe what just had happened.

“Did I really just jerk off for my sister’s viewing pleasure? What a way to start the weekend!”

Not willing to spend the rest of the day in bed, he finally got up, pulled his pants up and made for the bathroom. Passing his sister’s door, he noticed that it was closed again. She wouldn’t have gone to bed again, would she?

Feeling cheeky, he decided to get another peek through her keyhole; you never know what might await you there.

Sure enough, like last evening she was on her bed again, fingering herself. Can’t be that watching him had turned her on so, or can it? His cock already was growing again, despite just having shot a sizeable load, but seeing those beautiful breasts just was too much for his self control. Feeling a bit guilty of standing out here, watching her he had an idea, maybe she would return the favour? Gently, he knocked on the door and waited. From the other side he heard her jump up, making some noise a muffled “wait a sec” coming through the door.

After a few moments she told him it’s ok and he stepped slowly into her room, grinning slightly.

“Hey sis, what are you up to?”

“Uh, nothing was just about to get myself ready to get up”

“Oh, OK. Just wanted to tell you, that, umm how do I put it, well, about before; when you watched me, I mean, it kinda turned me on, knowing you were watching” – he blushed slightly as he stammered it out, not knowing how she would take it. At first she said nothing, just watching him, then the mischief started to show up again in her big eyes and a slow grin spread on her face.

“Is that so? Well, you certainly looked turned on, that’s for sure, and I have to admit, I liked the show myself, it was rather erotic”

“Glad you liked it too…I was just thinking, since you’ve seen me do it, ummm, maybe I could, you know, errmmm, see you?” his blush got worse towards the end and his palms were beginning to sweat “You know, I’ve never seen a girl do it, other than on video, of course”. He braced himself for an outraged outburst but nothing came, instead she just sat on her bed, saying nothing.

After what seemed like an eternity, she just shrugged and started peeling off her clothes “Fair’s fair,” she murmured, “and there’s something I’ve been willing to finish anyway…”

With that she slid out of her panties too, exposing her beautiful shaved pussy to her astonished brother. He just stood there gaping as she lay back on the bed and put her feet up, exposing her crotch to him, sliding her fingers slowly down her body towards her mound.

Stumbling he got her chair and sat down in front of her, mesmerized by the show she was giving him. At first she was just running her fingers around, on her belly, stopping just short of her pussy, and then caressing her upper thighs. She licked off her finger and then parted her lips ever so slightly at the top, letting her index finger touch her clit, circling excruciatingly slow. Her tongue lashed out, licking her lips as she kept on circling a bit faster now, her other hand running up and down her legs and body. Davin watched intently, forgetting all that was around him, he soaked up her every move, how she sighed softly, how her slender fingers ran over her body, how her pussy was slightly parted at the top where her index finger did his magic. He was dimly aware of his cock pressing against the fabric of his shorts, throbbing slightly.

Jessica was already on fire again she had been close to cumming when her brother had knocked on the door, and her pussy had remained soaking wet while he had come in. She had been really relieved when he suggested watching her masturbate, since she hadn’t known how long she could have suppressed her horniness otherwise. Feeling his eyes on her turned her even more on, from the corner of her eyes she could see the lust in his eyes, how he watched her every move, his eyes wandering over her body relentlessly. She almost could feel warmth like form a ray of light wherever his eyes landed. She smiled to herself as she saw him rearranging his crotch, his erection clearly çeşme escort visible through his pants.

She turned back to her pussy, massaging her clit with two fingers, then moving slowly down, sliding a finger into her soft pussy. The wetness and warmth immediately engulfed her finger as it glided in swiftly. Eagerly, she slid in another finger and a third, feeling them, caressing herself. Her movements became faster; her breath was coming out in gusts. Her left hand slid up her body, gripping her breast, kneading it softly, playing with her hard nipple. Then she moved it back down, again paying some attention to her clit as the other hand fucked her pussy.

Meanwhile, her brother sat on her chair, nearly motionless, watching her please herself, the erection in his pants was almost beginning to hurt by now but he ignored it, absorbed in the show in front of him. He heard her starting to moan, writhing on the bed as her hands expertly touched her nerve centres, pleasuring herself with every touch. He watched intently as she arched her back, hip up in the air, pushing her pussy towards him, moaning ever louder, shutting her eyes, her face a mask of pleasure. With a start he realized that she was having an orgasm, thinking absentmindedly that she’s the first woman to have an orgasm in his presence, even if he didn’t contribute to it. A thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin, as she arched her back as far as it would go, shouting out a loud “YES!”, her body starting to shake as she gripped herself, thrashing on the bed, enjoying every second. Seconds later she was starting to relax, her body falling back on the bed, breathing hard, hands wandering over her body that seemed to shine with satisfaction. Her eyes opened and fixed on his, smiling that mischievous smile again.

“How did you like that, bro?” she asked breathlessly, in a mock-innocent voice

“All I can say is that was by quite a margin the most erotic, sexy thing I’ve seen in my life. You are so incredibly sexy and graceful, I just can’t put it in words” blushing bright crimson as soon as the words had left his mouth.

“Is that so?” she purred, still naked on her bed, she got up and walked slowly over to him, her hips swaying as she moved, her gaze wandering down to his pants. “It sure does appear so” she said as she softly laid her hand on the bulge in his jeans.

“What…What are you doing?” he demanded in an alarmed voice, realizing again that this sexy woman here was, in fact, his sister and what they’re doing is wrong on so many levels.

“Nothing you don’t want as well, judging by this” patting his erection softly, she started unzipping his pants with experienced hands. Within a flash she had his shorts down and was massaging his erection through is boxers. Feeling her fingers on his melted his resolve like snow in the sun; he swallowed dry not knowing what was happening.

“Relax, bro. Someone should have done that for you a long time ago, you being the sweet guy that you are, and I’ll be delighted to do you that favour now” With that she gave his boxers a quick pull, his cock sprang up as they slid down, a drop of precum flowing down the side of his head.

“I…I don’t know, Jess. We really shouldn’t….OHHHHH” which is all he could say before all rational thought vanished as he felt her soft, wet lips on his cock, caressing the tip softly, her tongue darting out now and then, touching his head. Her hands went for his balls touching them softly, running up and down, one hand running up the lower side of his hard cock. All feelings of guilt were gone, replaced by pure pleasure and overwhelming desire. He never thought that getting a blowjob was this good, all his dreams and fantasies fell well short of what he was experiencing at the moment. He tensed as he felt her lips slide over the length of his penis, engulfing it with the warm softness of her mouth. He moaned, started to run his hands through her soft hair, feeling her head bob up and down; already he was beginning to feel the point of no return approaching rapidly.

“Sis, umm, I can’t hold it….I’m gonna cum soon” he panted.

Upon hearing that, she intensified her efforts, making no move to pull it out, pleasuring his cock with all the skill she had (and she had quite a bit of skill). He felt himself tense again, pulled his başakşehir escort cheeks together and felt the cum rise in him, shoving his hip in her direction he let out a loud grunt as he felt it shoot out, pumping several streams of it right into her mouth. Still, she made no move to get it out; instead he saw her swallow several times before taking to cock slowly out of her mouth, licking off the remaining drops off cum. Then she looked up at him sheepishly, licking her lips, smiling.

“Mhh, I’ve been missing this. You taste great, by the way” she said, as if what just happened was the most normal thing in the world. At a loss of words he sat there, his cock still in her hands, now half-limp, totally confused but satisfied like never before.

“Sis, I, err, that was, WOW. I never imagined it would feel this great. I mean, I have nothing to compare it with, but damn, you give great head”

Jessica had to laugh at her brother’s embarrassment, but truth be told, she really had enjoyed sucking him off. She’d never thought about it before, but now that she had she wondered how she could have missed it till now.

“Thank you, I take pride in my oral skills. Maybe sometime you can return the favour.” She added with a wink. “Now I think I should get myself ready, I told Amy I’d come shopping with her this afternoon”

With that she got up, went to her cupboard, pulled out some clothes and started clothing. Davin just watched his pants still down. He watched how she pulled up a black hipster over that perfect ass of hers, and then put on a matching black lace bra. Adding a nice, dark-blue mini and a light-blue top, she finished her outfit. He smiled at her, still not believing what just happened, and how he could have missed how sexy she is till now.

“Well, you might have to go back to your own room now, what would Mom think if she saw you sitting in my room alone with your pants down”. Grinning she patted him on the head and waved him goodbye as she headed out the door and down the stairs. Minutes later he heard her car pull out of the driveway.

Alone now he gathered himself, went to the bathroom to clean himself up and then headed out to go play some football with his buddies.

He got home at around six, and found his sister already there, preparing dinner for herself.

“Hey there, Mom has late shift tonight, so we’re all alone. I made enough for two, care to join me?”

“Yeah sure, thanks.”

They ate dinner in silence. Davin just couldn’t come up with an innocent topic, and he didn’t dare start about what happened this morning. Jessica seems to thoroughly enjoy his discomfort, grinning at him over her plate from time to time, yet she didn’t breach the subject either.

Afterwards, they decided to watch a movie. Davin sat down on the couch, sipping on his beer, when Jessica came over, snuggling up to him as she had so many times before. Yet somehow, today it all felt differently. Before it was always the warm, comforting feel of hugging someone you hold dearly. Today, he was aware of every curve of her body, he felt her breast touch his arm, her leg touching his, smelled the wonderful smell of her hair. Every time she moved to adjust her position it shot through him like a bolt of electricity. He barely noticed the movie running so aware was he of her presence, so close to him. Without thinking, one of his hands landed on her knee, stroking it softly. She sighed and snuggled ever closer to him. Her scent filled his nose, robbing him of any clear thought, her soft body pressed to him felt so wonderful, so right.

After a moment, he slowly slid his hand up her leg, letting it rest on her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin; she wriggled even closer to him. Slowly he traced his finger further up until he touched the fabric of her mini, softly circling with the tips of his fingers. Still he heard or felt no protest from her, so he swallowed dry and then slowly slid his hand under her skirt, feeling her warmth. He nearly stopped breathing as his hand slowly crept upwards, touching the edge of her panties, but not stopping there. Tenderly, his fingers slid over her panties in between her legs. To his surprise, he felt her react to his touch now, and the panties already felt slightly wet to his touch.

He took together all his küçükçekmece escort courage and cleared his throat: “Jess?”

“Hmm?” came the reply

“This morning…you said something about me returning the favour. Where you serious?”

She looked up at him, smiling “Sweetling, this is one of the things I don’t joke about. In fact I’ve been hoping that you’d return it sooner or later..”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to be in your debt” he said with a soft laugh, sliding her sideways until she lay on the couch, looking up a him so seductively.

He went down in between her knees, kissing her legs, moving his lips slowly upwards, kissing her through her panties, tongue darting out to taste the wet spot.

“I’ve never done this before; I hope you have patience with me, ok?”

“Sure Davin, take your time; I’m all yours”

I’m all yours. Those words kept ringing in his ears. Just four words, but right then they meant the world for him. Gingerly, he pulled her panties down, shedding them on the floor, then he hesitantly went in with his mouth, softly touching her lips with his.

“Mhh, you’re doing well so far…now use your tongue, honey. Use your….ohhh right, like this” she sharply pulled in air as she felt his tongue slide in between her lips, just the tip of it.

He wriggled it a bit, then went upwards, towards her clit. When he felt her knob, he started to slowly circle it with his tongue and felt her body react to it. His hands moved over her smooth, slender legs, taking in their feel, not wanting to miss a single spot. Moving up to her upper thighs and over to side to her buttocks, kneading them softly, loving how they gave way to his exploring fingers. By her moans he gathered he wasn’t doing too badly, so he redoubled his efforts with his tongue, flicking in and out. Touching her clit, then retracting it, then in again, circling it, feeling her shudder under his touch. He slid one hand from her buttocks inside, sliding the tip of his fingers over her lips, parting them slightly, dipping it in to feel the wonderful wetness within. He took the finger out again for a second, to lick her juice off his finger, it tasted like nothing he’s tasted before, and he couldn’t get enough of it. He slid his finger in again, this time all the way, feeling how hot and wet she was in there. His tongue resumed caressing her clit, getting another moan as he touched her there again.

He went on like this, exploring her pussy, feeling her arousal heighten with every moment. He slid in another finger, and slowly started to fuck her with two of his fingers. In and out they went. From time to time he stopped licking her clit to look up at her. Her eyes were closed, lips wet, her mouth open and she was breathing hard, her chest rose and fell fast, her nipples protruding through her shirt.

“God, Davin, you’re a natural talent, she panted, my ex couldn’t do it this good after all these years, mhhh, this feels so right, don’t stop” her words came up in a cut off fashion as if she had to struggle for air with every single word.

Encouraged, he dipped his tongue in her pussy, feeling her out with it while he caressed her clit with his index finger. She pushed her pussy forward, shoving it in his face. He gripped her butt and pressed her to him, tongue darting around in her pussy, feeling how she wriggled more and more. Her moans came louder and louder, encouraging him even more. He licked and caressed until he felt her tighten a loud moan escaping her mouth.

“Ohhhhh, Davin, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop, now, I’m cumming, YES!” she shouted as she stared thrashing in his arms, the orgasm flowing through her body, her pussy pressed to his face, spreading her juices over him. He held her tightly, caressed her until orgasm was through; then he slowly released her, and snuggled in right next to her on the couch.

They remained like that through the rest of the movie, though they didn’t realize it was still running. The just held each other, enjoying the moment.

After a long time Jessica finally managed to get out some words

“Damn, that felt so good, why have you never told me you’re so good at this, I feel like an idiot having missed that for so long”

He grinned is most innocent grin “Well, up to now, I haven’t really known, and you’ve never asked”

“True enough” she returned his grin “well, now I know, and I think from now on, you’ll have some additional chores from your sister”

“If only all chores were this pleasant” With that he bent down and gave her a quick kiss on her lips. Feeling her own juice on his lips she instinctively reached out and pulled him to her, tasting herself and him, turning the quick peck into a long passionate kiss.

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Daughter Sucks Dad’s Cock, Ch. 01

Taking her deceased mother’s place, Wendy willingly and consensually has sex with her father.

A sad and stressful time for my family, after a long and painful illness, my Mom, Elenore, finally succumbed to breast cancer three months ago. Dead within six months of her initial diagnosis, she went from Chemo therapy and radiation in a hospital to being neglected and not being cared for in a nursing home. Hospice gave her the very best care before she finally rested in peace.

“May God bless her soul,” said Wendy anointing herself and saying a silent prayer. “Amen. I love you, Mom. I miss you,” said Wendy blowing a kiss to the ceiling as if her mother was there looking down at her from Heaven while watching over her.

As soon as she said, I love you, Mom, overwhelmed with remorse, she felt horribly guilty. She felt as if she had betrayed her mother and abused her advice and detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. With her mother barely dead for 90-days, Wendy was already having an incestuous, sexual affair with her father. She had already sucked her father’s prick, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and allowed him to give her a cum bath.

‘What kind of loving daughter am I to have sex with my father after my mother died,’ she thought with guilt, embarrassment, and shame.

How dare she have sex with her father? How could she allow him to touch and feel her through her nightgown while unbuttoning her nightgown? Why would she allow him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big while she stroked his cock and sucked his cock?

# # #

Yet, no one’s fault, with her and her father lonely, horny, and grieving, and with neither of them having had a good night’s sleep in days, not thinking clearly, it just happened. One night when they were both weak, exhausted, horny, and vulnerable, one night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie, their cuddling went a little too far. Her father’s cuddling turned to touching and feeling his daughter in places where he should never touch and feel his daughter.

Yet, how can something that feels so good be so wrong? How can something that feels so right be so forbidden? So, what? With them both adults, they had consensual sex. With everything feeling better the next morning, they finally had a good night’s sleep. When neither of them not eating and losing weight, she cooked her Dad a big breakfast and they gorged themselves on pancakes, bacon, eggs, and coffee before going back to bed to have forbidden sex again.

Easing her guilty conscience, Wendy knew that her mother would be happy that her husband finally found comfort, even sexual comfort, albeit in his daughter’s arms, and in Wendy’s mouth. Instead of finding sexual comfort between the legs of one of those gold-digging whores, who Elenore considered to be her best and closest friends, she’d be glad that Wendy was emotionally, physically, and even sexually there for her father.

“I love you, Daddy,” said Wendy after wiping her father’s cum from her face, her hair, and her naked breasts with tissues.

Her father stuffed his semi-erect prick back in his pajama bottoms while staring at his daughter’s big, naked breasts. Hard to believe and something unexpected, his daughter gave him a blowjob while cuddling with him on the couch and watching a movie. Yet, cuddling on the couch while watching a movie and having sex was something that he did with his wife every night. Now with his daughter such a good cocksucker, as good at sucking cock as her mother, he ejaculated his cum in her mouth.

“Oh, Daddy,” said Wendy when her father ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth.

Then, before she could pull away, in shocked surprise, he ejaculated a second load all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. Having not had sex since his wife died, in the way that he routinely did with his wife, he gave his daughter a huge cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy.

Perhaps, now, that her father had much needed sex, he’d finally sleep and get some much-needed rest. Perhaps, now, after breaking the incestuous ice, his daughter would replace his wife and have sex with him again.

“I love you, Wendy,” he said talking to her naked tits.

She göztepe escort smiled at him with love and sexual affection in the way that his wife used to smile at him with love and sexual affection.

“I love you, Daddy,” she said again while staring at his naked prick as she continued slowly stroking his naked dick.

# # #

Besides, something her mother and her friends discussed in great, sexual, and graphic detail whenever they played bridge and drinking, none of her bitchy, bloodsucking, affluently wealthy friends sucked cock. Hard to believe but none of them, not one of them, gave blowjobs. Even though they played the sexy sexual part by dressing seductively, flirting with and sexually teasing men, none of her sexy, shapely, and attractive friends ever had a cock in their mouths.

Hard to believe but they never blew a man. Difficult to comprehend but they never allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. They’ve never had a cum bath. No wonder why they’re all divorced from their husbands. They never gave their men what they wanted. They never gave them oral sex.

“Can you imagine that? None of those selfish, money grubbing bitches have ever given a blowjob. After I die, don’t let any of those conniving women get their claws in your father,” said Elenore to her daughter. “They’d ruin him. After spending all of his money, they’d divorce him.”

Her anger subsided when she looked lovingly at her daughter. Obviously, seeing her in herself, they looked so very much alike. They could have done one of those Dove soap commercials where people think that they’re sisters instead of mother and daughter.

“Trust me because I know. All of those women are just out for what they can get. None of those women will make your father sexually happy. None of those women ever had a cock in their mouths. Shocking but true, none of those women allowed a man to ejaculate his cum in their mouths. None of those women had ever received a cum bath,” said Elenore while sexually confiding in her daughter.

Wendy laughed.

“They don’t know what they’re missing by not sucking cock, Mom,” said Wendy. “Unlike women who only look good on the surface but who can’t produce the goods, a woman who knows how to give a good blowjob will always have control over her man.”

Elenore nodded her head in agreement.

“After I’m gone, you must promise me to keep those women away from your father,” said her mother. “I don’t want any of those gold-diggers hooking up with him.”

Ready to protect her father from those conniving women, gold-digging women, Wendy nodded her promise to her mother.

“Don’t worry, Mom. I’ll protect Daddy from them,” she said. “I won’t allow any of them near him.”

If only she knew then that she’d be having sex with her father soon while dressed as her mother, she’d never believe it. Wendy wondered what her mother would say if she knew that they were having incestuous, sexual affair. Hoping that she wouldn’t be angry, barely, three months after her death, she wondered if her mother would be okay with them finding solace in each other’s arms and sexual comfort in her mouth.

Now that they actually went through with having incestuous sex, they were both happy cuddling and sleeping together while continuing to have illicit sex. If nothing else, instead of him missing his wife and not sleeping, with him dead to the world after having had sex with his daughter, her father slept like a baby. In the way that her mother did with her husband, now her daughter did with her father.

Every night they cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Every night before they fell asleep on couch, they had had sex. Every night, in the same way that her mother did with her husband before her death, Wendy blew her father. Every night, her Dad ejaculated his cum in her mouth and all over her face. Every night her father gave his daughter a cum bath.

“Oh, my God, Daddy. You have so very much cum,” said Wendy laughing while scooping her father’s cum from her face and licking her fingers clean.

# # #

Truly, an odd conversation for a mother to have had with her daughter about sucking cock and a daughter to have had with her mother about giving blowjobs, nevertheless, they çorlu escort were both admitted cocksuckers and great cocksuckers at that. Years ago, when Wendy started dating and having sex, her way of keeping her daughter from becoming pregnant, Elenore gave her daughter detailed instructions on how to give better blowjobs. Like mother like daughter, now her daughter loved sucking her father’s cock as much as her mother loved sucking her husband’s prick when she was alive.

Something that Elenore’s friends admitted that they never did and would never do with their husbands, Wendy’s mother sucked her father’s cock nearly every night when they were cuddling on the couch while watching a movie. Perhaps, had her friends sucked cock and given their husbands regular blowjobs, they wouldn’t be their ex-husbands now, and they’d still be married to them. Much different from women who never gave a blowjob, whether sexually satisfying a man with their hands, their mouths, or their pussies, Elenore and Wendy considered oral sex a big part of sex.

Once a cocksucker always a cocksucker. Wendy followed in her mother’s footsteps by loving to suck her boyfriend’s pricks. Starting with her prom night when she was 18-years-old, not shy, modest, or sexually reserved, she sucked the cock of nearly every man she dated. Something that most 18-year-old women didn’t do, she had oral sex with the men she liked. She’d allow the men that she hoped to see again to cum in her mouth. Not stopping there, she’d swallow them and even allow them to give her a cum bath.

“Cum in my mouth,” said Wendy to a man she was dating. “I want you to cum in my mouth. Then, after you cum in my mouth, I want you to give me a cum bath. I want you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts.”

Sometimes, as odd as it may sound, Wendy would rather give a hand job to a man she didn’t like and didn’t want to see again, instead of giving him a goodnight, French kiss and/or making out with him. As far as she was concerned French kisses were much more personal than were hand jobs, and sometimes even more personal than blowjobs, especially when not allowing them to cum in her mouth. To her, allowing a man to part her lips with their tongue and stick their tongue in her mouth was more invading than allowing him to stick his cock in her mouth.

“I can’t imagine not sucking cock, Mother. I can’t imagine not giving blowjobs. The first man I sucked was my 19-year-old prom date when I was 18-years-old. He couldn’t believe it when I allowed him to cum in my mouth and I swallowed his cum,” said Wendy with a dirty laugh. “Totally surprising him, he was shocked when I wanted him to cum again to give me a cum bath.”

Wendy looked at her mother with appreciation after she taught her all that she knows about cocksucking and giving blowjobs while Elenore looked at her daughter with pride.

“Admittedly, disgusted by having a man’s dick in their mouths, my dear friends all cringed at the thought of giving blowjobs,” said Elenore. “Unless they were stripped naked and forced by home invaders, they would never suck anyone’s cock. They never understood why I loved sucking cock so much. They never understood why I loved it when a man ejaculated his cum in my mouth. Obviously, they never enjoyed sucking cock,” said Wendy’s mother. “Clearly, they didn’t love their husbands enough to suck their pricks, allow them to cum in their mouths, and give them a cum bath.”

With them both on the same page regarding giving blowjobs and allowing men to cum in their mouths, she smiled at her daughter. Obviously, Elenore was proud of her daughter. She was glad that she wasn’t like any of her selfish and self-centered friends. Yet, Wendy wondered how she’d feel about her now after taking her place and sexually taking up with her father. Would she be happy that her husband wasn’t with one of her friends but was being cared for and sexually satisfied by their daughter?

# # #

“I tried to explain the feelings of sexual pleasure that I receive when controlling a man with my hand and, especially, with my mouth,” said Elenore. “Yet, they looked at me as if I was crazy. Disgusted by the thought of a man’s prick in their mouths, they didn’t even want to hear it.”

Her ümraniye escort mother sipped her wine while confiding in her daughter about her holier than thou, sexually frigid, and virginal friends. An unfair exchange, all of them married for money but instead of giving their men what they wanted, sex, they gave them their unpaid, charge card bills. Instead of giving them sex, while hoping that their husbands would take lovers and they could divorce them, they gave him their nasty attitudes.

Seemingly, only having sex in the beginning to get what they wanted, money, they all hate having sex. Obviously, they truly don’t love the men they married. Sadly, and undeniably, they had sexual intercourse to entrap their man. Then, once they had his baby, and got what they wanted, they stopped having sex,” said Elenore. “Is it any wonder why all of their marriages ended in bitter divorce?”

Much different from those women, like mother like daughter, she knew that Wendy sucked cock because they had that mother and daughter sexual talk years ago. With them open and honest in their mother and daughter sexual discussions, she knew that her daughter loved sucking pricks as much as she loved sucking pricks. A natural aphrodisiac, albeit an acquired taste, like mother like daughter, Elenore knew that her daughter loved the taste of cum as much as she loved the taste of cum.

“Because of you, I love sucking cock, Mom. There’s something special about getting a man off by stroking him and sucking him. Then, when he ejaculates his cum in my mouth, I take that as a compliment for a blowjob well done. Finally, always a nice surprise, when I release his prick from my lips, I love it when he ejaculates a second load of cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts,” said Wendy while relaxing with a glass of wine with her mother.

Elenore smiled lovingly at her daughter.

“I assume you’re using that oral sex, cum bath technique that I taught you,” said Elenore.

Wendy returned her mother’s loving smile with her loving smile.

“Of course, I am, Mother,” she said. “Thank you for teaching me that. I never met a man who didn’t like that special, oral sex talent.”

Even though her daughter admitted that she was using her mother’s oral sex technique, and with her not having much longer to live, less she forget, Elenore felt compelled to reiterated her sexual instructions regarding giving men better blowjobs.

“When sucking a man, after he cums in your mouth, especially when he hasn’t already ejaculated a second time yet, you must continue sucking him while licking him clean. Using your mouth as if your lips are your hand, apply firm pressure to both sides of his cock with your lips,” said Elenore.

Wendy nodded her head.

“I know all of this mother. You told me and I use your technique when giving a blowjob,” said Wendy.

Ignoring her daughter, her mother continued with her oral sex instruction.

“When applying additional pressure to the sides of his cock with your lips and to the head of his cock with your tongue is like shaking a champagne bottle,” said Elenore. “As if his cock is a volcano that’s about to blow, you’ll know if you’re doing it correctly when you feel his prick throb and pulsate in your mouth.”

Wendy patted her mother’s hand.

“I know that Mother and thank you for teaching me how to give a better blowjob,” said Wendy obviously grateful to her mother’s tutelage in instructing her on how to be a better cocksucker.

Clearly, thinking it that important enough to reiterate her instructions, and not wanting her daughter to forget her last oral sex instructions after she was gone, she continued repeating all that she told her daughter.

“Then, when you finally release him from your mouth, he’ll explode a second load of cum and give you a much deserved cum bath,” said Elenore with a dirty laugh. “All men love women who suck cock. All men love cumming in a woman’s mouth. All men love women who swallow. It’s really not a blowjob, unless a man cums in your mouth and you swallow his cum. All men love giving women cum baths.”

If only her mother knew that she was giving her daughter instructions on how to blow her father. If only her mother knew that soon, Wendy would be sucking her father’s prick. She couldn’t help but wonder if her mother would have been as forthcoming with her blowjob and cum bath instructions if she knew that her husband would be cumming in his daughter’s mouth and all over her face. Then, again, maybe her mother wanted her daughter to take her place. Maybe, she wanted them to have sex after she was gone.

To be continued…

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Only five days ago, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter, Kelly, fondled my dick under the kitchen table with her feet. She’d overheard her mother, Amy, and I talking and learned that the two of us had engaged in oral sex. Kelly briefly hinted that she was looking forward to being a recipient of my expertise. I’d be a fool not to want to go down on a woman as gorgeous as Kelly. A very curvy 5’11”, Kelly was a clone of her mother. Her hair was curly, almost black with shades of auburn and brown, and fell to the tops of her shoulders. With her full, dark eyebrows and eyes that changed color depending on her mood, she was an absolute knockout.

So the number of lascivious thoughts that raced through my mind when Kelly showed up in my driveway with three of her girlfriends in tow the following Saturday afternoon wasn’t surprising. They’d driven the fifty miles from Kelly’s house to mine for an overnight getaway. They were all graduating from high school next week and wanted to have a slumber party at my house. I think my indoor/outdoor swimming pool was the main attraction.

“Hi, Gramps,” Kelly said, the sunlight making her eyes sparkle, revealing just a hint of green. “These are my friends Marci, Sara, and Greta. I think you met Marci and Sara before, but I don’t think you’ve met Greta. She’s a foreign exchange student from Germany. Thanks a lot for letting us party here. We’ve been looking forward to it all week.”

As my granddaughter introduced her three friends, I could barely keep myself from drooling. At about five-six, Marci was the shortest with short brown hair that framed her pretty oval face, which did look a little familiar. Her big brown eyes gave her an innocent look that didn’t match her body at all. She wore blue shorts so short they’d expose most of her ass cheeks if she bent over. Her tits spilled out on three sides of her skimpy yellow halter-top and her large nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.

I knew Sara from watching her play center on the girl’s basketball team. She was over six feet tall and I’d always assumed her breasts were on the small side. But now…wow! She must have used duck tape to hold them down when she played, because she was spectacular. A thin green T-shirt being the only covering, her breasts looked like they had a life of their own. When she moved, her boobs moved too, but in different directions, neither one caring what the other one was doing. He low-riding jeans exposed the top of her perfect ass where she had a 4×1 inch tattoo just above her ass crack that looked like an elongated star.

Greta was the kind of girl all men dream about-long blonde hair braided into a ponytail, blue eyes, ruby red lips, and even, white teeth that were constantly on display, because of her ear to ear grin. Her near-perfect posture forced her oversized tits to strain against the two small orange triangles of her bikini top, which did absolutely nothing to hide what was beneath. The matching bikini bottoms were so thin you could make out the texture of her pubic hair. She may have only been a young girl of eighteen, but to me, she looked like a fully-grown woman.

“Great . . . enjoy yourselves,” I said. “I’ve only got a couple of rules, girls. First, don’t go in the pool unless someone else is watching. And two, no swimming suits allowed.”

All four sets of eyes got as big as saucers and their shocked expressions were comical.

Before they could respond, I laughed and said, “Just kidding, you can wear either tops or bottoms, but not both.”

“Well, that’s a whole lot different, Gramps,” Kelly teased, rolling her eyes. “We’d all go nude, but at your age you’re likely to have a heart attack if you’re surrounded by four gorgeous naked women.” As Kelly led them off toward the pool, she said, “Come on girls, let’s steal his beer and hit the pool. Just watch your backsides, he’s a dirty old man.”

I went into the house and when I got to the kitchen, the phone was ringing.

“Hi, Dad,” said my favorite son, Grant. He’s my only son, so of course he’s my favorite. “I just wanted to let you know that Kelly and her friends should be arriving any minute now.”

“They’re already here.”

“Good, take care of them and don’t let them give you any shit, okay? One other thing, I’m pissed off at you. You’ve made me look bad with Amy. She told me she’d never had anybody eat her out like you did. Every night this week, she’s been giving me lessons and my tongue and jaw are ready to fall off. Thanks for nothing, you old fart.”

“I’m truly sorry, Grant. It was really an accident. I swear.”

“I know it was, Dad, and I’m just kidding. If I’m going to be a cuckold, I’m glad it’s by my own father. Really, it was probably a good thing. I haven’t been taking very good care of her lately. Next week, after Kelly’s graduation ceremony, do you want to play golf again?

“I’ll call you in the middle of the tuzla escort week and let you know. I’d better go make sure your underage daughter doesn’t raid my liquor supply and drink me out of house and home. Take care of yourself.”

When I turned from hanging the phone up, Kelly was standing behind me.

“I’ll trade you,” Kelly said, holding out her car keys. “The keys to the car for the key to the liquor cabinet. We’ll drink this afternoon and tonight, but without car keys we can’t go anywhere until we sober up tomorrow. How about it? Do we have a deal?”

“Well . . . I’m not sure . . . the drinking age is still twenty-one. I don’t want to get involved in contributing to the delinquency of a minor.”

“We’re not minors. We’re all eighteen and we can vote. Please . . . I’ll do something special for you if you say yes.”

When I arched my eyebrows, she pulled the bottom of her bikini halter up and over her very mature looking breasts.

Kelly may have been an exact clone of her mother, but her tits were firmer and rode a little bit higher up on her chest. She let go of her top and put her hands behind her head. The top was partially covering her boobs until she leaned back and without moving her head, made her breasts shimmy.

“Wow! Holy shit, Kelly, you’re something else. I haven’t seen a woman do that since I was a kid at Minkski’s Rialto in Chicago. Where did you ever learn a trick like that?”

“Mom taught me. It’s just one of the tricks of the trade. How about it, do we have a deal?”

I thought it made sense, so we traded keys and off she went. I had just finished mowing the lawn before the girls arrived, so I went up and took a shower. I played with myself a little bit while soaping up, but I was hoping to get lucky with all that young flesh out by the pool, so I didn’t let myself come. I put on a pair of swim trunks that did little to hide my dick and went down to the pool area. The girls were giggling and drinking from a big pitcher of margaritas. Kelly and Greta were both topless and Kelly was trying to teach Greta how to get her tits moving while holding the rest of her body still.

“You have to flex your pectoral muscles,” Kelly was explaining. “It’s kind of like using a hula hoop only with your chest instead of your hips. I can’t explain it any better. You just have to keep trying.”

Marci and Sara removed their tops and were about to join in when they spotted me standing near the kitchen door. “Don’t mind me girls. I’m just going to take a quick dip to cool off.”

“The sight of all this tit flesh get to you old man?” Kelly laughed. “Wait until we have a little more to drink and get down to bare essentials. Then you’ll really be in a dither.”

She was right about that one. I was in a perpetual state of excitement just thinking about four nubile teenagers prancing around my pool. But I knew I had to stop fanaticizing about fucking four young girls. If I was going to get into any of their pants, I had to act like I didn’t care one way or the other. That sex wasn’t important to me. I wanted them to think they were seducing me. Confident in my expertise, I willed my dick to soften.

“God, I hate wearing a swimsuit. You girls don’t mind if I take it off, do you? Before they could respond, I dropped my drawers and dove into the deep end of the pool.

All four girls were still staring at me after I completed four laps in the pool and started climbing out right in front of them. I pulled myself up out of the water with my arms and put one foot on the edge of the deck. As I climbed the rest of the way out, my equipment hung down, completely exposed for easy viewing.

My dick was long, slim, and circumcised. Even flaccid, as it was now, it was about six inches long. I’ve always looked good in the shower, so I knew these young girls, who couldn’t have seen many cocks in their short lives, would be impressed. I watched Kelly ogle me with her mouth and eyes wide open. When she licked her lips, I knew she was interested. But it was Greta who caught me off guard.

“You have a marvelous physique for an older man,” Greta said, walking towards me. “And your penis is simply wonderful. How much bigger does it get when it’s engorged?” As casually as you might pick up a piece of fruit, she grasped my rapidly expanding truncheon. “You don’t mind if I examine it, do you? Why don’t you sit right here and let us all have a closer look?”

I forced myself to relax and act cool, calm, and collected. I acted as though having my rod held by a pretty German exchange student while my granddaughter and two other teenagers looked on was an everyday occurrence. Sheer willpower caused it to go down a little, but after Marci, Sara, and Kelly each took turns foundling it, it was back to full staff.

“It’s time for me to get back in the pool,” I announced. “I’m really pendik escort all hot and bothered now.”

This statement caused all four girls to burst out laughing.

Kelly was the first to slip off her bathing suit bottoms and join me in the water. I was standing in water about chest deep when she came up, wrapped her long legs around my waist, and pressed her hot vulva against my hipbone. Sara climbed up the other side of my body and I felt Marci’s heavy breasts of against my upper back and neck as she climbed onto me too, causing me to slide under the water. When I came up for air, I splashed water at the three of them and laughed.

“Be prepared to die!” someone shouted and the next thing I knew, all four girls were trying to dunk me and playing grab-ass with my vital parts. I got my share of free feels, but I mostly limited myself to casual touching and avoided the grabbing, pinching, and pulling I really wanted to do.

“Truce! Truce!” I pleaded after about twenty minutes and managed to get myself out of the water and onto a lounge chair. I was letting the sun dry me off when Kelly came over and brushed the water off her body onto my chest. “That’s it,” I said laughing, “you girls will never let me alone, so I’m going in to take a nap.”

“Party pooper!” someone shouted as I went inside. Leaving my bedroom door open, I pulled the bedspread down, stretched out naked on the bed, and closed my eyes. It wasn’t five minutes later when I heard the latch click shut on the door and felt a body climb onto the bed.

“Please, do me like you did Mom,” Kelly whispered as she positioned herself over my chest in a classic sixty-nine position.

I scooted down a little and pushed a pillow up underneath my neck, so her nether region was right above my face. Her labia were tucked inside her vulva. Even on her knees, with her legs spread wide, everything seemed closed along a straight line from her clitoris to her anus. She had a light covering of dark hair around the pudendum that extended all the way up to her tailbone. With my tongue and fingers, I slowly opened her up, tasted her flavor, and smelled her fragrance.

“Ohhhh . . . ohooo . . . God, that feels good.” Kelly gushed before grasping my ridged pole in her hands and started slurping around the knob.

I ate her out, licking up the sides of her smooth thighs and along the edge of her opening, circling around the slit and gently pushing my nose into her vaginal opening. With long, slow swipes of my tongue, I licked from her clit to her anus and back with little sideways flicks on her small, protruding nubbin. She was wiggling around so much I had a hard time keeping my tongue on target. She completely forgot about my dick as she reached a shattering climax and dripped her juices onto my lips, tongue, and chin. When I gave her a rim job, she squealed with delight and fell forward, holding her vulva tightly with both hands. She looked exactly like her mother had when I’d done the same thing to her.

I left her on my bed and went back out to the pool deck to see what was going on. I had half a hard-on and hadn’t bothered to put any clothes on. I sat on a lounge chair, closed my eyes, and leaned back. When I heard a chair scraping on the deck, I opened my eyes to find a naked Greta sitting beside me.

“I have never seen such a long penis,” she said. “In Germany, many men have very thick organs, but not many have such a beautiful one as yours. I would love to see how it feels inside of me. Would you let me, please?”

Would I feed a starving baby? Would I cut off my left nut to fuck such a gorgeous creature as Greta? You bet your sweet ass I would.

I took her hand and carted her off to the back bedroom. Once inside, I locked the door, spread her out on the bed, and climbed aboard. She didn’t want to waste any time with preliminaries, so we went right to the main event. I slid inside her until the end of my penis nestled right up against her cervix. Her screams of pleasure could have woken the dead. The only problem with the whole experience was that I shot my load way too quickly.

Since she was only eighteen, I figured she’d had few guys gone down on her-and even fewer who’d eat their own cum from her gash. She was a real blonde with long pubes that curled into ringlets when wet-and she was soaked from both of our secretions and sweat. When I started tonguing her slit, she placed her hands on the back of my head and both pulled and pushed my tongue and lips into her pussy. Her long shattering orgasm was confirmation of my earlier thoughts. I was rewarded richly for my efforts.

“Are all American men such thoughtful lovers as you?” Greta asked when she came down from her intense experience. “Or is it just that you’re older and so much more experienced?”

“I can’t answer that. I only know that making love to someone maltepe escort who looks, feels, and tastes as good as you is really easy-and a whole lot of fun.”

When we cleaned up and got back to the pool area, the other three were sitting around waiting for us. I felt a little bit embarrassed that we’d obviously just finished fucking, so I jumped in the water and started doing laps. I kept an eye on the four of them and it looked like they were pouring down the drinks and conspiring together about something. When I finished, I stood near the four of them and dried off.

“You should go in and take a nap, Gramps,” Kelly said while the other three just looked at me.

I assumed they wanted to be alone, so I went back to my bedroom. Again, I left the door partially open and climbed onto my bed. My eyes were closed and I was almost asleep when I heard the door click shut and felt a warm body lay down next to me. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the naked body next to me belonged to Marci. The huge, soft breasts pressing against me could only be hers. I moved so my right arm was under her head and around her shoulder and placed my left hand on her hip.

“What can I do for you, Marci?” I asked without opening my eyes.

“Well . . . Mr. G, I’m a virgin and I was kind of hoping to stay that way until I met Mr. Right, but I would really like to . . . you know . . . have someone . . . eat me out. Kelly and Greta just told us there wasn’t anybody in the world who does it any better than you, so . . . I was wondering if you would do it for me?”

Robert Service once said, “A man’s last need is a thing to heed.” So it only stands to reason, if a beautiful woman requests oral sex, you do everything within your power to comply. Being the first person to orally stimulate someone is a unique experience. The person on the receiving end is usually shy and awkward about what is happening. The sensations are so intense and unreal that if you have any skill at all, you can bring them to multiple orgasms.

Such was the case with Marci. She tasted like honey and her juices were so copious I had to keep swallowing in order to breathe. I started with her on her back at the edge of the bed and me kneeling on the floor and ended with her on her knees, her ass high in the air, and me standing behind her. We continued until I literally collapsed from fatigue.

When I woke up, it was starting to get dark out. I could smell Marci on my hands and could feel her dried nectar around my lips. I felt absolutely wonderful. I’d tasted the elixir of three delightful teenagers. I’d had my ashes hauled by a German exchange student bombshell. And there was still another fabulous looking young lady running around my house naked. Thinking libidinous thoughts about Sara, I jumped into the shower. I could feel myself becoming rejuvenated as I soaped my genitals . . . when the shower door slid open and Sara stepped in.

“My turn,” was all Sara said as she stepped through the door and into my arms.

When you’re 6’4”, you don’t get many opportunities to hug women your own size. It’s a unique feeling to have breasts pushing against your chest instead of your stomach. Sara was at least 6’2”. With her dark brown and almost black eyes, she was an exotic looking female. Her nipples and areola were so dark they almost looked purple and the texture of her skin was smooth and flawless. Her tongue dueled with mine while her hands held and massaged my erection. I was kneading her buttocks when we felt the first tingle of hot water running out. With her legs tightly clinging to my waist, we dripped water all the way back to the bed.

“I want you to do everything to me that you did to the others. I want your cock buried deep inside me. I want to feel your tongue and I want to taste your seed. Give it all to me, old man. I want to see if you can live up to the accolades my friends have heaped upon you.”

Sara came from my tongue in her vagina and when I replaced it with my rock hard nightstick, she came again. We both came when I buried my cock to the hilt in her ass. I’ll never forget the feel of her tight sheath milking the life juices from my slowly shrinking penis.

“My God, Sara,” I said. “That’s an experience I won’t soon forget. You are one terrific woman.”

“Thanks, Mr. G, you’re not so bad yourself. Usually, I have to get myself off with my fingers, because young guys finish long before I’m ready. I lost track of how many times I came. You certainly lived up to your billing. Do you think maybe sometime we can do this again?”

“I’ll always be at your beck and call,” I said as she headed off to find her friends.

When I joined the girls at the pool, they were giggling about Greta having flashed the pizza delivery guy. Within the hour, all four had drifted off, suffering the effects of too much booze. I hadn’t been drinking, but I was more than ready to sleep off the effects of a full day.

After a late brunch, I got wonderful hugs, kisses, and promises of a return visit before all four girls headed off for home. I looked forward to next weekend when I’d be a guest at their graduation.

Author’s note: A special thanks to SexySoBeChick. Her editing makes my work better.

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Daisy went to bed early that night. She couldn’t look her father in the eye for the rest of the day, and as he attached the cups to her breasts and pussy, she covered her face with her pillow.

Her father had been reassuring, but stern. Humiliation would be a key part of her training, to teach her to take better care of how she dressed and acted, particularly in regards to her most private areas. Her shame was natural and to be expected, but she had no one to apologize to but herself. Over time, when she learned to control her sexual urges and promiscuous behavior, she would be more in control of her body as well. Until then, it was natural for her to have little accidents like this now and again.

Daisy had wanted to tell him that these things weren’t natural for her at all, that she would really prefer to use the toilet to go to the bathroom, and didn’t want to fart in anyone’s face, but she had a feeling it wouldn’t matter what she said. She was being punished as much as she was being corrected, as he frequently reminded her, and she knew sometimes the humiliation wasn’t only for her benefit.

She had washed the floor, still dressed in her workout gear, and then he had let her wash up and eat dinner, clothed and seated at the dinner table-as a reward for her obedience, he had told her. After that, Daisy had said she was tired, and was relieved when he sent her to bed, even though it meant wearing those uncomfortable contraptions.

Her pussy-she no longer thought of it as a vagina-was already growing numb. There was less pain now, and as she lay there in the darkness, she thought she might even like to touch herself down there-which of course she couldn’t do, with a big plastic cup covering the parts she usually played with. Even her breasts were inaccessible inside their large plastic domes.

Then Daisy realized her father had left her one area. She spread her legs a little and reached underneath the blankets, worming a hand underneath her butt. The plastic cup didn’t obscure her other hole, she confirmed, tracing the outline of her tender area with a fingertip. A jolt of excitement went through her, and she pulled her hand back out. She couldn’t get up from the bed, as the tubes didn’t allow much movement, but she reached with one hand to the drawer of her bedside table. Fumbling in the darkness, craning her neck to see, she opened the drawer and reached inside. Her father had taken her big dildo, the pink one she had bought with Shawna, but she had another toy.

Her fingers touched the soft silicone surface, and she nearly laughed with relief. She managed to grasp it and pull it out, bringing it up to her face to see the buttons in the darkness. It was a vibrator, slimmer than her dildo, but ribbed and studded all along its length-a good 7 inches of baby blue silicone. She hadn’t used it much, because the vibrations made her uncomfortable, but now she turned it on.

It buzzed softly in her hand. She turned it up a few more notches, hoping her father wouldn’t hear it. To her relief, once it was underneath maltepe escort the duvet, even she had trouble hearing it. She shifted her weight on to one hip, twisting at the waist, and brought the dildo down between her thighs. She felt strange, with the plastic cup covering her pussy, where she would normally insert a toy. This time, she fumbled around until the head of the vibrator was buzzing against her butthole.

She had to surpress a squeal. It tickled, but it felt good, too. It made her want more. She gripped the shaft firmly in her hand and began to push.

Her butt was dry, and the vibrator was dry, but it slipped in all the same. She realized her error too late, once the head was already inside her. She felt full, stretched, like she had when her father had put the plug in her. But if she had taken that, she could take more of this. She pushed the vibrator in deeper.

It was buzzing inside her. She felt her insides tighten around it, clenching and unclenching. It was a vaguely uncomfortable feeling, but once she stopped and let herself relax, it began to feel more than good. The studs on the shaft of the vibrator did strange things to the inside of her butt.

Daisy paused. Her butt? What kind of language was that? She was an 18-year-old girl, a legal adult, working a vibrator into her back door because her pussy was, at the moment, being vacuumed into a plastic cup. She was a big girl. She could use big-girl words.

The vibrator was probably three inches deep in her ass. She reveled at the word as it passed through her mind, as much as at the sensations as the nasty toy vibrated and tickled her insides. She knew she was getting wet, that her juices were probably filling up the dome.

Daisy pushed a little harder. The little ridges of silicone dragged against the inside of her sphincter, and she moaned softly. It was widening, too, opening her up, stretching her asshole.

Her asshole. What a naughty girl she was. Suddenly, on impulse, she pulled the vibrator almost completely out, leaving only the head still inside her. Then she thrust it in again. It hurt, burned, stung, but only for a moment. Daisy did it again. She was breathing hard. Her pussy was already swollen, but she knew it would be swelling on its own. She was turned on, horny, aroused. She pushed a little further, a little deeper into her ass.

When the handle met her sphincter, she was almost disappointed. She was proud, too, knowing she had worked seven inches of silicone into her ass. She longed to touch herself, to rub her clit or tug on her nipples, but she could only tap on the plastic with the nails of her free hand, which sent dull vibrations down into her swollen flesh.

At last, her ass seemed to have become accustomed to all seven inches of the intrustion. Eager now, Daisy began to pull it out. She started only an inch at a time, out, then back in. She liked the sensation of pushing in better-it didn’t feel so much like she was going to take a shit. manavgat escort But the second time, she pulled out two inches, then back in, deep, to the handle. The cold plastic met the ring of her anus and she longed to push the rest of it in.

Daisy began to thrust the toy in and out of herself. Was this what they called fucking? When it was hard and fast like this? She fucked her ass with the toy, sometimes with short little thrusts, sometimes pulling it out and working it back in, but always fast. She was panting now, and her arm was growing sore. Her ass felt loose and almost…hungry. She couldn’t fuck it hard enough.

Then suddenly her bedroom door opened, spilling light from the hallway across her bed. She lay still, closing her eyes, trying to quiet her breathing, although her heart was beating wildly. Would her father see her? Would he be angry? Would she be punished?

The overhead light came on. Daisy’s eyes fluttered open. It was her father indeed, standing over her in a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. She noticed a stiff protrusion pushing against the navy blue cotton. Her eyes flicked back up to his face. His expression was unreadable.

He reached down wordlessly and swept the duvet off her bed. Even with the plastic dome between her thighs, she knew he could see the vibrator protruding from her ass, and he could hear it now, too, buzzing away.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he said softly. “What am I to do with you?”

Tears swam in Daisy’s eyes. “Oh please, Dad, I’m sorry, I was just so horny and I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’ll tell you what to do,” he said firmly. “Get on your hands and knees. No, don’t touch the vibrator. If it falls out, it falls out.”

It didn’t fall out. Six inches or so were deep inside her, and her anus held on to the intrusion, even as she rolled over and climbed ungainly to her hands and knees. Her father helped her with the tubes leading to her breasts and pussy, not disconnecting them, but helping to keep them from detaching.

When she was in place, she looked over her shoulder at him. “I’m sorry, Dad.”

“Be quiet, Daisy,” he instructed. He pulled her eye mask from the bedpost and put it over her head, securing it over her eyes. She couldn’t see a thing.

Suddenly she felt the vibrations in her ass increase, from a low hum to a deep, rumbling roar. She shrieked, feeling the tremors deep inside her. When the vibrator started to move, she cried out, a long, wavering wail. In and out it went, hard and fast, moving just as she had done before-little thrusts followed by long, deep ones, sawing in and out of her asshole. Within a minute, she was screaming, and then she felt, somehow, her numb pussy convulse. Her anus was convulsing, too, and she knew she was peeing herself-or was she squirting again? She wondered if it would fill up the cup, and what would happen if it did. Then she passed out.

—

Tom looked down at his daughter, at the puddle of young flesh on the şişli escort bed in front of him. She had fainted, he guessed, overwhelmed by the intensity of her orgasm. The domes over her tits had clacked loudly together, and now lay one atop the other off to one side, forcing her torso to twist. He eased the cups off her teats, and though they had only been hooked up for an hour or two, they were red and swollen. He kneaded the flesh of her right tit for a moment with both hands, enjoying the freedom to satisfy his own delights for the moment. Her nipples were so stiff, if not quite as big as he had hoped. He would have to hook her back up to the nipple cups the next day, or possibly even tonight.

Next, he examined her pussy. The pump, operating on its timer, had released its pressure, and the swollen flesh had shrunk just a little. The rest of the cup was brimming with clear liquid. He removed the cup, careful not to spill any juice. He set it aside, then returned to his daughter. Her legs were spread a little, one knee cast up and to the side, revealing her red cunt and asshole, still stuffed with the vibrating dildo. He pushed it in and out of her ass a few times, enjoying the nastiness of it, then pulled all seven inches out from her bowels. Having emptied herself earlier that day, the shaft was clean, and he set it aside. Her anus gaped a little, red and raw and slick with juices, nestled in between those firm, round cheeks.

Tom got down on his knees. He couldn’t stop himself. He pushed his face against that supple flesh, until he had worked his way into her crack and could reach her asshole with his mouth. He licked eagerly at her slack hole, ringing it with his tongue, then sliding it in as deep as he could. He gripped her firm thighs, just below her buttocks, and squeezed, opening her up even more. She was wet down there, slick with juices not only from her pussy, but from her ass as well. What a fucking slut.

He cleaned her, licking every drop of juice he could get his tongue on. When her sphincter closed, he kissed it, sucked it, slipped his middle finger into it and fucked her. Finally, when she began to stir, he pulled his finger out and reached up to take the eye mask off her face. She rolled over onto her side and looked at him, dazed.

“Dad?” she said cautiously. “You’re not…mad?”

Tom got to his feet. “I’m not pleased that you pleasured yourself without me, but we will correct that in the future. I have already arranged communication between our bedrooms, which is how I knew you were pleasuring yourself. The next time you decide to do so, you will say aloud, ‘I’m a nasty, dirty slut and I’m desperate to cum. I need my father to help me.'”

Daisy blushed, but she nodded.

“Roll over on your back.”

She did, her swollen tits bulging out obscenely from her tiny frame. He took the cup filled with her juices and splashed it down the length of her body, though mainly on her tits, and a little on her face. Daisy squealed. “What was that??”

Tom worked the dome back over her swollen cunt and engaged the pump. “That was your pussy juice, little girl, from the orgasm I gave you. What a nasty little slut, to squirt from her pussy while she takes it in the ass.”

After attaching the pump to her nipples as well, he pulled the duvet back up over her body and left the room, turning the light out and closing the door behind him.

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I woke up this morning refreshed and ready to start the day. Getting up out of bed, I reminisced about yesterday’s fuck-filled day with my stunning eighteen-year-old daughter Stacie. Life had turned out pretty good after my wife left me four years ago, allowing my love with my daughter to fully bloom.

I began my morning rounds, walking past Stacie’s bedroom when I noticed that her door was ajar. Glancing inside I saw a sight that started my heart racing and my prick hardening. My young daughter was still sleeping and she looked so damn sexy sleeping in the nude. Her long dark hair flowed over her rising and falling tits. Her shapely legs open, her small pussy looking enticing.

I couldn’t help myself as I strolled into her room, quietly so as not to awaken my daughter prematurely. I walked over to the side of her bed and lowered myself next to her hot fair flesh. I took each of her silky smooth teenage legs in my hands, caressing her hot flesh. Getting bolder, I rose myself up and laid myself over my nubile daughter, spreading her legs wide and rubbing her inner thighs.

My sexy teen daughter began to moan in her sleep, her eyes still closed as her mouth hung open in shameless passion. I took my fingers and began to stroke her moist pussy, slowly at first. I lowered my mouth to her dripping pussy and began to circle my tongue into the sweet folds of my baby’s hot pussy. Her pussy began to get moist from my continued ministrations. Stacie’s body began to quietly shake as a moan escaped her lips as she shuddered to a half-awake orgasm.

I lapped up her spilled cunt-juices and then raised my head to look my daughter in the eye. Her big dark eyes now open, sparkled in heated passion. A smile spread across her face as she gazed upon me between her spread legs.

“Mmmmm…Daddy, what a way to wake up. But, it looks like you’re not done yet.”

She spoke the truth as she noticed my massive erection hovering over her slick pussy.

Softly, I quickly penetrated her tight cunt, grunting and moaning as I fucked my daughter. Stacie wrapped her lithe arms around me, pulling me further into her warm cunt. As I continued ramming my daughter’s tight pussy, she wrapped her legs around me and I fondled her nice titties.

“Oh god daddy! Fuck me!” shouted my girl.

“Oh, baby, here it comes Stacie! Right up your fucking cunt!” I quipped as I unloaded my churning sperm into my baby’s sweet cunt.

I leaned down and kissed my daughter on her light-colored lips. “Thank you Stacie, you’re so good to me.”

She smiled and pushed me off her bed.

“I’ll go get breakfast ready for you honey.” I smiled as my daughter walked to her closet shameless in her nudity.

“OK, daddy. Oh, daddy?”

“Yes, hon?”

“You şişli escort still want me to call Brianne?” called my daughter over her shoulder as she got chose her clothes.

“Yeah baby, this time she flirts I have something planned for her slutty behavior.” I smiled seductively at Stacie as I went to get breakfast ready.

After a while, Stacie came bounding down the stairs. She had dressed scantily and very sexy for the hot weather. White tennis shoes and socks, a light green ‘barely-there’ skirt, and a light pink sweater that allowed her bra-encased tits to show plenty of cleavage. Damn my daughter was such a fucking slut! We ate breakfast and then she went to call her friend Brianne.

“Hi, Bri? It’s Stacie. Would you be able to come over this afternoon? No, it’s too hot to do that, come on over, we can hang out, my dad won’t mind.” Boy was that ever an understatement. I’ve wanted to fuck Brianne since I first saw her 3 years ago, and now my daughter and I were plotting to seduce her. She always liked to flirt, but I never took it too seriously, I was too much in love with my own daughter. Now my daughter wanted to see me fuck someone else, so I suggested one of her friends. Brianne’s name came up first from both of us.

Later on, in the afternoon, Brianne stopped by. She looked as amazing as ever. Like Stacie, Brianne had also just turned eighteen. Her medium length brown hair was curled. She had on a thin spaghetti-strapped flower print dress that showed off her exquisite legs.

She smiled seductively at me as I let her in, her hand brushing lightly across my ass. God I was so turned on by this girl, I almost jumped on her right than and there.

“Hi, Mr. Wilson. Where’s Stac?”

“She should be upstairs, Bri. Nice dress, by the way.” I smiled at her as I took in her beautiful body.

“You like it? I thought you might.” she smiled sweetly before she bounded up the stairs, wiggling her ass on the way up the stairs.

I sat down and tried to watch the game that was on the TV, but I couldn’t get my mind off Brianne all afternoon.

Later she came down and went into the kitchen to get something for her and Stacie to drink. As she went by she allowed her dress to shift just enough so that I got a great look at her teenage ass, and the sides of her developing tits. It looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra either.

I saw my opportunity and followed her into the kitchen. Sneaking up behind her, I grabbed her shapely hips in my hands. She whipped her head around and smiled at me, her smile sparkling and seductive.

“My Mr. Wilson, whatever are you doing to me?” she asked coyly.

“I want you Brianne. Whenever you come over you flirt tuzla escort with me and flaunt your sexy body so much. Now I want some of your hot young flesh.”

I leaned down and kissed her on her lips. She tasted so good as I kissed her, Brianne responded passionately, moaning into each other’s mouths. Reaching around I turned her so that we faced each other. Continuing our searing kisses, I reached up and lowered her dress straps off her smooth shoulders, letting the top part of her dress fall to her waist. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits were nice and plump, about the same size as my daughters, approximately a “C”-cup.

I grabbed onto her soft melons, and began to fondle them, eliciting a passion filled moan from Bri. She cupped her breasts and lifted them, as I lowered my mouth to lick her erect nipples. She sighed in my ear.

“OH…..mmmmmm….Mr. Wilson, that feels so good. I knew you couldn’t resist my charms forever.” Bragged the little vixen.

I stopped lathering her sweet tits and looked her in her smoldering eyes. “Why, you little bitch. You want me to fuck you silly, don’t you slut?”

“What do you think?” she smiled sexily as she lowered the rest of her dress down her sleek legs, leaving her in my kitchen with just her white lacey panties covering her teenage twat.

I lowered myself in front of the teenage girl in front of me and took her panties off revealing her wet, moist pussy. I ran my hands up her silky legs and took a hold of her round ass as I began to suck on her pussy. Her moans getting louder as I delved my tongue into the hot depths of her warm pussy. Brianne let out a loud shriek as she climaxed, her juices squirting out all over my penetrating tongue.

After her orgasm had subsided, I turned her around so I could view her round tight teen ass, and I removed my shirt and jeans. I held onto her shapely hips and placed my stiff cock at the wet entrance to her slick pussy. Brianne braced herself against the kitchen counter as I teased her.

“Ohhhh…Fuck me, Mr. Wilson, pleasssseeeeee,” begged the little teenage slut.

“You asked for it slut. Here it comes, bitch.” I replied as I shoved my large rod into the entrance of her hot cunt.

I thrust myself deep into her pussy, grunting as I penetrated her hot teen pussy. Bri shouted in ecstasy.

“OH FUCK! That feels so goooood.”

“Yeah, slut…Take that and that and that!” I shouted as I continued to fuck my daughter’s best friend. I reached down, took her hardened nipples in my fingers, and fondled her slick tits with one hand, while my other hand fondled her tight ass.

“Oh, god I’m coming!” she shouted in passion. pendik escort

“Yes, Bri. Fuck you’re so fucking hot.” I exclaimed as I unloaded my hot cum deep in her young cunt.

As our orgasms came to an end I let her go, she grabbed her dress and quickly dressed.

“Keep the panties, Mr. Wilson to remember me by.” She smiled and kissed me on the lips as she walked out the door, the drinks forgotten in her satiated lust.

Remaining stark naked, I grabbed the drinks and planned on taking them up to Stac, but as I walked into the living room she was sitting on the couch with a coy smile on her face.

“Well daddy? How was she? I watched you and got so horny” she panted in wanton lust.

“Stacie baby, it was great, but you’re my baby. Forever and always.” I sighed as I admired my beautiful daughter.

She unbuttoned her light pink sweater so that I could see her flat stomach.

“I’m better than her, aren’t I daddy?” she inquired coyly.

She then took her left hand and lowered her bra showing me her ripe left breast.

“I mean, look daddy, my tits are nicer than hers, aren’t they?”

I nodded as I felt my mouth become instantly dry.

Stacie than took her right hand and did the same to her right breast so that both of her breasts were revealed to me.

Raising her short skirt, she looked at me again, “And my pussy, daddy. It’s so much tighter than hers, isn’t it daddy?”

Standing, my daughter took her sweater off completely, lowered her short barely-there skirt and lowered her cum drenched panties. Her bra fell to the floor, also. She then turned around and looked seductively over her shoulder at me.

“Besides, my ass is much nicer, don’t ya think so daddy?”

I couldn’t just watch her striptease anymore; I walked over to her, kissed her bare shoulder and rubbed her tight ass.

“Stacie, you’re my daughter. No one-not even Brianne-is going to take me from you.”

With that, I took a hold of her hips and began to fuck her wet pussy from behind.

“Yeah, daddy. Fuck my pussy!” squealed my daughter as I continued to ram her tight pussy from behind.

After a few strokes, I turned her around, kissed her passionately, and lowered her tenderly down on the couch. Lowering myself over my daughter, I began to fuck her hard and fast. Her firm tits bouncing in my face as I continued to fuck my daughter. She wrapped her legs around me and I held on to them. They were so silky smooth. I couldn’t hold out much longer before I unloaded myself into my daughter’s fertile pussy for the second time that day. After I came down from my orgasm, I kissed her passionately on the lips.

“Stacie, I will love you always. You’ll always be daddy’s little girl.”

“No, daddy. I’ll be more than you’re little girl. I’ll be your little slut.”

“My little slut Stacie. Fuck, but you’re gorgeous.”

She rolled us onto the floor with her on top and began to ride my cock again, her hair flailing out behind her as she rode herself to orgasm as we celebrated our illicit love.

THE END

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