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You and I are very close. I actually feel closer to you than I do to my own mother. I just graduated high school and never had a real boyfriend. One reason is that I was always to busy studying, the second was that no guy ever measured up to you. Now that I am 18, I plan to have you.

The three of watch TV together every night in the den, mom in the recliner and you and I sit together on the love seat. This particular evening the window is open allowing the crisp cool air inside the house. You are dressed in lounge pants and I in just a long t-shirt and panties. I get chilled so I run to the closet and get a blanket, laying it over both of us. I snuggle next to you trying to warm up from the heat your body is emitting. You feel me shiver and run your hands up and down my thigh in an attempt to warm me up. Your hands feel so big and strong on my skin, and I long for them to touch me intimately. My hand falls into your lap feeling that you have an erection, and I find this very exciting. I slowly rub my hand along you and can feel you take a deep breath and hold it. I look over and see mom has fallen asleep which she almost always did. I look up at you and see a longing in your eyes I have never seen before. I lick my lips and slide my fingers under the waste band of you pants, waiting for you to tell me to stop or grab my hand. You did not, so I slowly slide my fingers further feeling your pubic hairs tickling my fingers as I make my way to your cock.

My fingers are soft on your skin as you grow harder against them. I run my finger along the head and feel pre cum that has pooled there. I remove my hand and place that finger in my mouth tasting the saltiness and essence of you. I am still curious and wish to explore more, sliding my hand back into your pants where it is so very warm.

I slowly trail my fingers up and down before finally wrapping them around your thick cock. I feel how hard you are and run my hand up and down you, as it grows even larger. Your hand on my thigh begins to go higher until it reaches my panties. You feel the moisture has soaked into my panties making them nice and wet.

I had touched myself before, but I never felt as excited as I did knowing it was your hand there. You start to pull your hand away and mine grabs yours holding it still, “Please daddy,” I whisper softly knowing you would do anything for me. I feel your hand relax some as I slip it into the front of my panties. Your fingers are so much thicker than mine and it feels so different having you touch me. I spread my thighs open more as I move your fingers over my bare pussy. We both breathe in at the same time as I guide your finger to my tight opening, both for different reasons. Myself as I was going to be touched by a man, and you because you are about to touch your step daughter. I let out the air I had been holding deep in my chest as I push your index finger inside. You let out a moan as the tightness of my virgin pussy is such a turn on. I look over towards mom and see she is still sleeping.

I begin to run my fingers up and down you again as I had stopped momentarily. My fingers travel down to your izmir escort balls exploring the wrinkled skin. I alternated between the two gently squeezing and tugging on them. All the while my fingers explored you on my one hand; my other hand was controlling your finger as I slid it in and out of me. My hips began to press against your hand needing more. I gripped my fingers back around you and began to stroke you to match my fingers instinctually. I look up at you to see your head back on the couch your breathing becoming rapid. Your finger feels so much better than mine and I long for more. A rustling noise makes us both freeze and I look over to see mom is starting to wake up.

“You probably should head off to bed,” she says.

“Okay mom,” I reply as I slowly slip your finger out of me and remove our hands from my panties taking special care for her not to notice. My hand releases you as I slip my hand from your pants. “Good night daddy. I love you,” I say as I give you a kiss on the lips running my tongue quickly across them, which surprises you.

“Good night princess,” you manage to choke out.

I slip from the underneath the blanket and walk over to mom giving her a peck on the cheek. “Good night mom,” I say as I skip off to my room.

That night I dream about you and wake up with the goal of one day going even further. I get out of bed and put on my short shorts and cropped tank top with no bra, as it was Saturday and went to the kitchen for breakfast. I see you sitting at the table reading the paper. “Good morning daddy,” I say in my sweetest voice as I kiss your cheek, pressing my breasts up against your arm, my nipples erect.

You clear your throat before you reply, “Morning princess.”

I skip away and open the fridge and bend down to look at the bottom drawer, spreading my legs a little as my shorts slide up exposing a good amount of my ass cheeks. I don’t see anything in there, so I shut the door and grab a banana and sit down at the chair beside you. I peel the banana slowly and slip the tip of it into my mouth, moving it in and out. I raise my eyes and see you peeking around your newspaper. “Mmmm, this is so good,” I moan out as I take my first bite.

“Princess,” you say sternly as you go back to reading your paper. I finish eating as you don’t look towards me again.

“I am going to the mall today. I’ll see you later daddy.”

It was mid afternoon when I came home and went to the kitchen to grab a cherry popsicle. I walk to the den where you are watching a baseball game. “Where’s mom?” I ask when I notice she isn’t in her chair.

“She had a headache, so she is laying down,” you answer. I sit down on the love seat next to you and begin to watch the game. I bring the popsicle to my lips slowly tracing them with the pointed tip. My mouth opens and I lick the cold juice off of my lips. I can see you trying to watch the game but I know you are sneaking peaks at me. I run my tongue from the bottom of the popsicle to the top, before wrapping my lips around it and sliding it into my mouth. I move kahramanmaraş escort it in and out seductively as if it was a cock. I pretend to watch the game as my mouth makes love to the popsicle, and I secretly hope that you are enjoying the show. My lips have gotten very red between the cold and the coloring of the red popsicle. “Hey daddy, look at my lips they are red now,” I say as I make a kissy face at you.

“That’s nice princess,” you say in a voice that sounds strained. I look down to your lap and see that your cock is hard. I cup my hand around it squeezing it. You grab my hand and push it away from you, “Don’t. What happened last night was a mistake, and it can’t happen again.”

My eyes fill with tears as I say, “Why don’t you want me daddy?”

‘It’s not that I don’t want you princess. Fuck, god knows I want you so bad. But this isn’t right.”

I softly say, “I understand daddy,” as I stand up and walk to my room, locking the door behind me.

Time for plan B I think to myself as I lay down on my bed, planning my next move. I fall asleep for what turned out to be hours when I hear a soft knock at the door. “Princess, are you okay?” you ask in a concern voice.

“I’m fine daddy,” I reply. I hear you walk away and the bathroom door open and close, the shower starting. Bingo I think to myself.

I strip off all my clothes and throw on my black silk robe. Quietly I unlock and open my bedroom door. I quickly peer into your bedroom where mom is still sleeping, before creeping down the hall to the bathroom. I slowly turn the knob and open the door. The steam of the hot water has already engulfed the room, and I quickly slip inside. I see your beautiful naked body before me and slide my robe off of my shoulders, it dropping to the tile floor.

Slowly I enter behind your pressing my naked body against your back. I wrap my arms around you, my hands running over the muscles in your chest. Slowly I move them down your chiseled abs and stomach until I wrap my hand around your hard cock. “Oh yes darling I am so glad your headache is gone,” you groan out as my other hand cups your balls.

I begin to stroke your cock slowly up and down, and you put your palms against the shower wall, your eyes closed. I slowly move around you and get down on my knees in front of your hard throbbing cock. My tongue slowly runs up the underside of you and I feel your cock twitch against it. I kiss the thick head of your cock, my tongue darting out to taste it. My lips slowly wrap around the head as I begin to suck it, my lips stroking the rim. You hips begin to thrust and I feel your hands on my head.

“Fuck your mouth feels so good, don’t stop,” you start to say as you open your eyes. Your whole body stills as you see me looking up at you, the head of your cock still in my mouth. I feel your hands leave my head and I know that you are going to tell me to get up. Just as you begin to say, “Stop.” I slide my mouth further down your cock my lips gripping it tightly, and then slowly slide back up to suck just the head again. I look manavgat escort up and see your eyes gazing at me.

I hear you let out a moan in surrender as you hoarsely whisper, “God help me,” as your fingers grab my hair. I slide back down your hard cock taking it even deeper and back up again to the tip. Slowly my tongue licks the head before wrapping my lips around it again and sliding back down taking even more of you into my mouth. Your hands begin to push me down as your hips begin to move thrusting your cock even deeper into my mouth causing me to gag as it hits the back of my throat. The sound turns you on even more as you continue to throat fuck me. I feel your cock swell and then pulse just before the first stream hits the back of my throat. You hold me down on your cock until you are finally spent and then slowly pull my mouth off of you.

You grab my shoulders lifting me up to a standing position and then look down out me, and say, “Princess that was amazing however it can never happen again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes daddy. I understand perfectly,” I purr as I step out of the shower and put my robe back on, slipping out the door leaving you alone in the bathroom.

The next few days go by and we act like nothing happened between us, carrying on the same way we always did.

Mom had to go out of town on business and she was taking a late flight out. I took her to the airport as you had a dinner meeting with clients. It was after midnight when I finally get home and you are already asleep in bed. I remove my clothes and climb into bed with you. You are on your side and I slide under the covers facing you. I run my fingers along your shoulders and then down your chest, pinching your nipple. Your eyes fly open and before you can say something I cover your mouth with mine. I kiss you hard my tongue seeking out yours, stroking it.

Your arms wrap around me as your mouth takes control. Your tongue sweeps in, exploring my mouth as you pull my body closer to you. You change positions and quickly I am under you. I feel your knees spread my legs as you settle in between them, your cock resting at the entrance of my pussy. You pull your lips away from mine and I open my eyes. “You should leave now,” you groan out knowing that you are losing control.

“No,” I whisper, “I want you to make love to me.”

Your mouth comes crashing down on mine as you slowly push your cock inside. My body tenses as your cock reaches the barrier. You kiss me slower and more passionately and as I begin to relax you thrust in. My eyes water and my cries go unheard as they drown in your mouth. You stay still allowing my pussy to get accustomed to you being inside. “Are you okay?” you whisper against my lips.

“Oh yes,” I purr as I wrap my legs around your waist. You slowly begin to move in and out of me. My body begins to move with yours as I rise up to meet your every thrust. Your hands grab my ass and begin driving even deeper.

“Oh god baby, your pussy is so tight, I won’t last long. You are going to make me cum,” you moan out. My hands move down to your ass grabbing you, pulling you in deeper. You thrust a few more times and I feel your cock thickening as you get closer to orgasm. You cry out as you slam into me filling my pussy with your thick hot cum.

You collapse beside me, kiss my lips gently. “I love you princess,” you whisper.

“I love you daddy,” I reply. You pull me close as we drift off to sleep in each others arms.

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My Daddy just finished teaching me how to give him the best blow job ever and he rewarded me by feeding me a belly full of his super salty cum. His orgasm had hit him so hard that his body had erupt into shakes, his legs nearly giving away so that he had to plop onto my bed before he collapsed to the floor.

I’m laying beside him, caressing his stomach lovingly; I’m annoyed that he won’t let me touch his cock, again, but he says it’s too sensitive. He and I are talking about how good it’s going to feel when he puts his mouth on my too-hot pussy and I can’t wait; I hope I cum as hard as he had, my body shaking uncontrollably like his had.

I shudder this time, my eyes wide as I examine his face. “You’re going to suck me, Daddy?” I whisper in shock, too nervous to ask it any louder. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as he turns onto his side facing me, his right hand moving between us toward my dripping wet cunt lips that are throbbing with need. I feel another puddle of girl cum ooze from my opening to coat my lips, my clit beating in time with my heart.

My Daddy nods, his eyes dark with arousal and his lips parted in an almost evil looking smile. “Abso fucking lutely.” he growls his answer, his index and middle fingers pressing to my aching bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy; he smiles when I moan for him and kick my leg up over his hip to spread open for him. “You ever have your pussy eaten, Baby Girl?” he asks me softly, his eyes glued to mine as he watches to see if I lie.

I shake my head in the negative, my eyes wide as they lock with his. “No, Daddy…” I reply softly, with my little girl voice. “I am completely untouched. I swear.” I add softly and feel a blush burn across my cheeks as he lowers his fingers toward my dripping hole. “You’re the only person to ever see or feel me there, Daddy…ever. It’s yours.”

He moans at that, his eyes glowing with pride. “Daddy’s good Baby Girl…” he praises me with a kiss to my forehead as he rubs his 2 fingers through my slit along my opening; he eases just his index finger into my tight wetness. “Fuck me…you’re such a good girl.” he purrs, his lips moving toward my mouth; he kisses me then, his tongue slipping between my lips when I gasp in surprise. “So responsive.” he groans, then he kisses me like a man kisses his woman and he pulls back when he feels me start to ride his finger.

I open my eyes to watch the hunger darken his eyes to nearly black. “Does it…” I whisper curiously, then blush with embarrassment; but I desperately want to know. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good on your finger?” I ask him as I push and pull my pussy on the single digit penetrating my virgin depths; I frown when I realize that he withdraws before he can go deep enough to pop my cherry.

I guess he wants that for his cock. I smile. “Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, Baby Girl.” he promises me, then he pulls his fingers from between my legs toward his mouth; he smiles most deviously when I gasp in shock, then he slides the cunt juice smeared fingers deeply into his mouth with a satisfied groan. “So delicious, Baby Girl. Your pussy juice tastes better than the freshest fruit juice and Daddy is going to feast on that delectable young pussy!” he growls, then he shoves me onto my back.

“You know how to suck dick now, Baby Girl.” he purrs as he kisses along my neck, then starts his way lower. “Now I’m going to show you how a pussy gets eaten. Every time you make Daddy happy with that perfect fucking mouth, Daddy is going to do the same thing for your sweet little snatch.” he purrs, his lips kissing down the column of my neck; he kisses down toward my left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth with a violent suck, then he bites town a bit too hard before twirling his tongue around it.

I cry out and arch up against him, my pussy colliding with his cock above me.

“No, no, no.” Daddy admonishes me, his hand moving to my hip to press me back down to the mattress. “Daddy is going to fuck his Baby Girl and he’s going to fuck her good.” he growls, his tongue licking across my chest toward my other nipple. “First, I’m going to eat you and you’re going to fucking love it. Daddy has a magic tongue.” he laughs, then suckles, bites, and licks at the other nipple just as he had the first.

I moan and writhe beneath him, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing. “Daddy…” I cry out softly, my eyes watching his lips and tongue working my nipple; it’s like he’s directly between my legs with that mouth and I might just explode for him. “Daddy, I’m so hot…so wet…please.” I beg not caring how desperate it makes me. “PLEASE!”

“Such an impatient little girl is Daddy’s Baby Girl.” Daddy chuckles softly, his lips and tongue burning a pathway down over my stomach; he blows softly on my belly button, then kisses lower still. “So eager for Daddy to swallow her cum.” he purrs; when he gets to the top of my pubic mound, I nearly scream out at the touch zonguldak escort of his lips to my clit.

He chuckles, pulls his left arm up to place his left palm heavily on my belly to keep me pinned down; his right hand pushes my left leg up from beneath my thigh so that my pussy is completely open for him. “Fuck, would you look at that beauty.” he growls before he leans down and suckles at the distended bundle of nerves that has me on edge; his chin in immediately coated in my girl cum and he moans.

“So wet for Daddy.” he growls happily, his tongue sweeping between my moist folds toward my needy opening. He moans as he gets a full flooding of my girl cum, then he gently pushes his tongue into my whole as far as it can go and moans, again. “Help Daddy. Hold your leg up for me.” he instruct me and waits for me to reach down beneath both of my knees to pull them apart and up toward my chest; he adjusts himself so that both of his hands are now on my smooth pussy, then pulls the lips apart so widely that he has a clear view of my engorged clit, throbbing pink virginal slit, and puckered asshole.

“Fuck me, that’s gorgeous.” he swears before he leans down to press his tongue to my anus; he moans, twirls his tongue around it to lap up my leaking pussy cream, then licks back upward toward my now open entry hole. “So fucking pink and innocent. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it, Baby Girl…to fill it with my cum day in and day out.” he growls hungrily, then leans back down to lick into my canal; his tongue sinks into me, his chin pressing against my labia and his nose brushing my needy clit.

I moan for him, try to buck against his mouth, but he merely sucks at my swollen labia. “Oh, Daddy, please.” I whimper, my eyes glancing down between my legs to watch him; I moan, again, when he licks me from anus to clit. “Daddy, please. I need it so badly. I’m so hot for you. I need to cum. Please make me cum. Please, Daddy, PLEASE!” I whimper, as I watch him trace the tip of his tongue around my clit in lazy circles; I feel the lightest touch and it’s driving me mental. “DAAAADDYYY!!!” I whine.

He chuckles, his eyes locked with mine. “This is how a pussy should be properly eaten, Baby Girl.” he begins in his perfect College Professor voice; he smirks when I gasp at him in exasperation. “The clit is red, swollen, and throbbing. It should be handled with care or the woman could blow much too soon.” he warns, then locks eyes with me as he leans forward to pull it into his mouth like a pacifier; he sucks a few times like I had sucked at his cock head, then he twirls his tongue around it almost roughly.

I gasp and arch against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, then gasp when he stops.

“Down here is your vagina, Baby Girl.” he continues as if I hadn’t just cried out in frustration at him; he runs his tongue between my folds toward my clenched opening. “Daddy’s cock is going to sink right into this little hole, Baby Girl, and stretch you right out. He’s going to fit so snugly inside of your moist heat.” he promises, his index finger pushing inside of my hungry cunt while his lips return to my clitoris.

“Oh, Daddy, PLEASE.” I whimper now on the verge of tears.

Daddy’s finger curls inside of me and presses against a spongy wall of tissue that makes me gasp. “That’s your g spot, Baby Girl.” he coos, his mouth closing over my aching bundle of nerves to suckle at me, again. “I’ll always press you right there while sucking on your sensitive little nubbin. I’m going to make you cream Daddy’s face so you will be wet enough for me to bury my fat cock deep inside you without pain.”

I feel fire burning along my every nerve. “Oh, Daddy.” I gasp, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I revel in the feelings taking over me. My clit is so hot and hard in my Daddy’s mouth, my pussy clenching and sucking at the digit buried inside of me. I hug my legs tighter to me as I feel my muscles clench. “I’m going to cum for you, Daddy. I’m going to cum so hard for you. Please don’t stop sucking my pussy.” I beg as I grind against him now. “Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop eating my tight little virgin cunt!”

My Daddy doesn’t stop.

His drives his finger against my inner g spot with rapid thrusts, his tongue and lips working at my aching clit. He circles the bundle of nerves, sucks it deeply into his mouth, then bites down on it a little bit too hard; but it’s enough to make my body explode beneath him. He continues licking and sucking back and forth between my oozing cunt hole and throbbing clit, his finger now saturated in my girl cum.

I scream things. I have no idea what I say, but I scream them. My throat burns with the screaming, my body tight and convulsing. White lights dance behind my tightly squeezed eyelids and I struggle to breathe as my body seems to be one giant cramp; my pussy pulsates around my Daddy’s finger a second before I melt.

I release my legs and they flop to the bed around my Daddy, my entire body fethiye escort sinking into my mattress as pleasure relaxes me from head to toe. I force sleepy eyes to open, then smile down at my Daddy quite contentedly; I lick my lips and open my mouth to thank him, to tell him that it’s the best orgasm that I have ever had in years of masturbating, but my brain won’t connect to my mouth and I can only giggle.

Daddy smiles, then eases his way up the bed, his once again rock hard cock being stroked with his right hand. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, Baby Girl.” he purrs, his left hand shoving my weak right leg out of his way so that he can press the tip of his heavily swollen cock at the opening to my drenched vagina. “Daddy’s going to take that cherry and make you mine. I can’t wait to pop that cherry wide open and fill you up with my cum!” he says excitedly, then aims himself at my core.

I glance down at my labia, watch them greedily spread for his cock. I’m so wet.

Daddy presses his cock head to my waiting hole, eases it in a bit, his eyes wild with lust.

I bite my lower lip as I wait for him to sink home, to take my virginity.

“Dillon?”

Daddy freezes, his eyes locked with my equally wide ones.

“Dillon? Can you come downstairs, please? I need your help.”

Daddy shoves off of me, his cock head glistening with my cunt juice, and practically leaps off of the bed; his now softened cock dangling dejectedly between his legs. “I’ll be right down.” he calls to his wife, then looks down at me with a moan. He leans down to kiss me quickly, a rough press of his lips to mine, then he reaches down for his clothes and bolts out of my room with a soft click of my door.

I hear the bathroom door click shut, then the sink water running and I pout while caressing my aching cunt lips; I’m burning with need, my pussy pulsing against my hand. I slide from my bed and look for my clothes, skip the bra and panties, and slide them back on. My pussy is tender, the soft cotton of the crotch rubbing at the still sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and I really hate my Mother in that moment.

Yes, I had a massive orgasm on my Daddy’s mouth and it was a fucking great one, but he was about to fuck me. He was about to fill me with his delicious cock and make me his once and for all, but noooooo. She had to come back home and ruin it for me; even as my muscles are still soft and jelly-like from that cumming, I feel unfulfilled. I need more. I need my Daddy to fill me in every possible way.

“Dillon?”

I glare at my bedroom door, my Mother’s voice coming from just outside of it.

“Jesus, Vera, I’m taking a shit!” my Daddy snaps nastily. “That okay with you?” he demands nastily, the toilet flushing and the sink running, again. The bathroom door clicks open and I hear my Daddy in the hallway with my Mother. “I told you that I would be right down. You don’t need to come up and fetch me!”

“Dillon, why are you yelling?”

“Because sometimes you can be just so…unnecessarily annoying.” he growls, then his footsteps can be heard stomping away toward the stairwell. “Let’s go! You needed my help so badly that you had to come and interrupt me in the bathroom. Let’s go and do whatever it is that you needed my help doing.”

“Hurrumf.” comes Vera’s whispered grunt, but then her footsteps vanish down the hall.

I smile to myself, a seed of thought planted in my head at that moment. I want my Daddy to fuck me, but we can’t risk getting repeatedly interrupted by my Mother. I also don’t want to share him with her; I want his cock filling me and only me; that means that I’ve got to convince Daddy now more than ever that we need to move out.

ASAP.

Now I know exactly how to do just that.

Over the next few days, Daddy and I don’t get to spend too much time together because my Mother was in psycho mode and she became the one doing all of the driving me around. She drove me to practice in the early mornings, stayed and watched me run laps, snuck into the ladies locker room to make sure no boys came in while I showered, then left when the first bell rang; she did this for a week straight.

At home, she wouldn’t let me leave my bedroom except for dinner.

I never had anything to say to her or him at that point; I was furious.

A week after Daddy and I had our first orgasms with each others’ mouths, he finds me in the basement doing a load of laundry. I’m wearing a t shirt and sweats, no underwear at all since it’s laundry day and they’re all being washed. I am just pouring a cup of detergent into the running water when I feel hands sweep across my bare stomach beneath my t shirt; I moan softly and toss the soap aside to turn toward my Daddy.

He pulls me close and presses his lips to mine, then shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hands sweep beneath my t shirt, up to my tits where he plucks and twists my nipples; his heavy erection presses against alanya escort my stomach as he shoves me back against the washing machine. “I’m going fucking crazy with how much I need your mouth.” he growls, his hands sweeping down my ribs, along my waist, into the back of my sweat pants to cup the bare firmness of my ass; he lifts me up to straddle his waist.

I kiss him back, my hands in his hair. “I’m so horny, Daddy.” I gasp, my lips and tongue warring with his for control of our kiss. “I hate that she keeps getting in the way, Daddy. I need you so much!” I cry, his hard cock dry humping my pussy; I moan as my sweat pants scratch deliciously at my clit. “We need to move, Daddy. Take me away from here! Think of all of the fucking we could do. Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“I want to fuck you so badly, Baby Girl.” he growls, his hands shoving my t shirt up so that he can bend down to suckle at my nipples. He moans with need as he sets me on my feet, then yanks the sweatpants down hard enough to make them fall to my feet. “I need it.” he growls, then drops to his knees in front of me and proceeds to feast on my cunt.

I bury my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to my pussy and moan. “I want your cock, Daddy.” I groan, as he laps at me hungrily; I’m so close, already, my clit so hard against his probing tongue. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out knowing that my Mother is right at the top of the stairs making dinner in the kitchen. “Daddy, I’m going crazy with not being able to have you. Please. Take me away somewhere. I need you.”

My Daddy’s tongue sinks into me. “I know, Baby Girl.” he moans, then returns to sucking my aching clit. “I’ve tried to sneak in to your room every night this week, but your Mother is being so needy since our fight last week.” he grumbles, his index finger easing into my tight passage. “Come, Baby Girl. Climb on my face.” he commands me, then lays down on his back against the cold concrete of the basement floor; he undoes his jeans button and zipper, then frees his thick erection already oozing precum.

“I’m going to teach you how to 69 with me.” he growls as he strokes his thickness, then he moans and spreads his legs a bit. “Take off your pants and straddle Daddy’s face. Put one leg on each side of my head with your pussy over my mouth, but make sure that you’re facing Daddy’s cock so that you can take it into your mouth. Hurry, Baby Girl.” he commands, stroking himself faster; his stomach muscles clenching.

I kick off my sweats, then hurry to straddle his face before leaning forward toward his cock. “If we lived alone, Daddy, we wouldn’t have to wait for moments like this.” I grumble, then circle his cock head with my tongue while stroking his length with a tight grip. I lean forward and suck the whole thing down into my mouth and throat to wet it up, then pull it free and stroke it some more all the while he sucks furiously at my clit. “I want us to fuck, Daddy, and not have to be all quiet because Mom is across the hall. I want us to fuck and I want it now. We need to move out of here. Please, Daddy.”

“I know, Baby Girl.” he groans, his tongue licking up my slit toward my anus. “I need to fuck you so badly. My dick has stayed hard since almost sinking into you the other day.” he moans, then returns to sucking my clit. He pulls my pussy harder against his mouth, his tongue working back and forth between my clit and penetrating me.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I whimper softly, then lean forward to take his cock deeply into my mouth as I ride his tongue to orgasm. I feel the warm lady jizz pour from me all over my Daddy’s face as I suck and stroke his cock; I moan around a mouthful of his man meat, his tip hitting the back of my throat as I quake around him. I suck and stroke him harder and faster, feel it thickening against my tongue, and then I’m swallowing down his semen in giant squirts that nearly gag me.

He moans from between my legs, his body shaking. “Fuck.”

I clean him up thoroughly as he licks the last of my juices away, my tongue licking his entire length on all sides, then I make up my mind. I carefully lift my leg from around his head and turn my body around. “I fucking want it.” I growl, then kick my leg over his pelvis to fit his spent cock between my drenched cuntlips; I grind against his limp length trying to coax it back to life. “I need to have you take me, Daddy, please!”

He moans, his hands reaching for my tits as they hang down over his face beneath the t shirt. “I know, Baby Girl, I know.” he groans, his hips thrusting up to meet my every drop onto him; he moans, his cock becoming wet with my pussy juice. “I want to fuck you so badly that I’m going insane with it. You were so tight around my tip when I–“

“Dillon?”

“You have GOT to fucking kidding me!” I moan as Daddy shoves me off of him; I fall onto my left hip with a slap of skin that is barely drowned out by the loud washing machine running. I glare over at my Daddy as he crab walks backward from me.

He scurries to his feet, zipping himself up as he moves. He hurriedly wipes his face on his t shirt, then appears at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah?” he calls up, a basket of clean clothes suddenly in his arms. “I was just grabbing my clean clothes for the week and helping Shayna sort through hers. Did you mix your stuff into the bathroom hamper?”

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My earliest memories of childhood are clouded in a mist of sorts. I can remember my daddy coming home at weekends but nothing of him during the week. As I got older it became clear he worked very hard for us.

One of my most abiding memories of him is standing for hours on Friday evening, waiting for his car to come into the drive. As soon as the engine stopped I would rush out to meet him, jumping into his arms.

He had a warm comfortable smell about him, a mixture of engine oil and tobacco – he smoked a pipe in those days. He would throw me up in the air and put me on his shoulders as he marched into our lovely home.

But suddenly he didn’t come home. I was seven and couldn’t understand why. My mom told me they were going to divorce, but I didn’t know what it was about.

Then my mummy met another man. She brought him to our home and told me to call him Daddy, but I couldn’t. My daddy was a big man who loved me so much, not this rather smarmy little man she had in her bed at night, Mom making all sorts of very strange noises, frightening me.

Because I didn’t like him, couldn’t like him, I was sent to boarding school at ten, made to grow up before my time. I know I became a right little bitch, but made friends at the all girl school, even going home for the holidays with my new friends.

Anything to not have to be in the same house as her new man. He made me feel so strange with his sneaky looks every time I was not fully dressed. He would take every opportunity to come into the bathroom when I was bathing, and his hands were always touching me.

My dad used to send me parcels every week, and money. I was probably one of the richest kids in the school, always having the best clothes, but I so wanted to be with him. I wrote to him, sometimes twice in one day, always begging him to take me with him, but Mom had custody of me till I was eighteen.

At last that day came, my birthday, eighteen at long last. Oh, how I longed to go to him. My birthday present was a new car, a shiny new bright red Mini.

The head teacher gave me the keys and said, “There is something in the car for you.”

I rushed out to unlock the car and on the seat was a road map, with directions to his home.

The letter read “There will be a proper grown up party for you at seven this evening. Please, don’t be late.”

I studied the map for ages, till I knew every turn I had to make, right to his door. My best friend had been invited so was going with me on this first ever journey in my own car. I had passed my test as soon as I was seventeen, so I’d driven on many occasions, but only the school’s mini buss.

I can’t remember much about that journey except it brought me nearer to my dad. At last we turned the corner. His house stood well back from the road. It was huge. He had done very well for himself, now owning of the company he used to work for.

He met me at the door his arms going out to pick me up like he used to but he stopped and said, “Perhaps it’s not the way to treat a very beautiful young woman.”

Instead he took me in his arms and hugged me tight, the smell of oil and tobacco still there. I had come home at last.

The party was great, even the older people seemed happy with the rock band, not once complaining about it being too loud. The food was fantastic, but the highlight of the whole evening was when he took me onto the floor and waltzed me around the room in his big strong arms. I felt so safe, at last.

My friend was almost as smitten with my dad as I was. She talked about him all night, telling me how wonderful he was and what a lucky girl I was to have such a wonderful dad.

We crawled out of bed at lunch time the following day. Dad was up and working in his study so we made some breakfast and sat with him as he worked at whatever it was he had to do.

He announced it was time for a swim, “I hope you girls have brought your bathing suits with you.”

I told him we hadn’t known he had a swimming pool.

“Not to worry,” he replied, “there are some things in the bedroom that will probably fit you.”

I suppose you ought to know what we looked like. I was five feet five high, with a trim size ten figure, but my boobs were a lot bigger than my size ten ought to have, only 34″ but double D. My friend was about the same size, just a little shorter with normal size C cups.

We found some swimming things, but they weren’t the sort we were used to, our school swimming costumes were the regulation black with full bodies. All we could find were very skimpy bikinis, and even those were a bit too tight around my bust, causing me to almost spill out over the top.

With a towel wrapped round me to hide the fact that I was too big for this costume, we went down to the pool. It was outside but covered by a roof and surrounded by a high hedge, giving us total privacy. We got in quickly because both of us felt overexposed. Do you remember your first bikini? Well, this was much smaller then it ought to have been.

Dad came giresun escort out in a pair of Speedos. Yes, they were the fashion then, black and very small, emphasizing his masculine charms.

“Oh my goodness,” my friend gasped, “he looks like some sort of god.”

I was annoyed at her remark, after all, he was my dad. He dived in, swimming across the pool towards us. My heart was beating so hard. I didn’t want him to think I was too big, but knew he had noticed my womanly assets as we danced last night.

The bikini I had on was pale pink. It had become almost transparent in the water, and my nipples showed though. I know he noticed because his eyes kept straying back to them, no matter how hard he tried to look into my eyes. He just couldn’t help straying back to my tits.

“You look like your mother when she was your age, but even more beautiful.”

I know I blushed, I could feel the heat in my cheeks.

We swam for a while, all the time my mind wondering how the hell I was going to get out of the pool without showing even more of my very ample charms. Up to this point I had been so proud of my bosom. The other girls at college had been so envious of the attention my tits received, but at this moment I would have gladly swapped my friend for her more modest “C” cups.

Dad climbed out and walked across to the BBQ shouting, “I hope you girls like steak, because it’s all I’m good at cooking.”

There was nothing for it, I had to get out. And because of his idea of eating outside, I was going to be in this revealing outfit for the next hour or so at least.

He had loungers around the BBQ so we sat on either side of him as he expertly cooked the steaks. Because of the angle of the seat I was leaning back showing my tits off to his roving eyes. He also noticed my flat tummy and I’m sure he sussed out the wet triangle of my tiny briefs, only just hiding my smooth pussy.

Why did an eighteen year old virgin take the trouble to depilate her bush? It’s simple really, I hate hair on my body. Except my head, of course. Some of my friends had hair on their legs and under arms, but I thought it looked horrible, so at first I shaved it off. I later learned about better ways, so bought a machine that made me so smooth. It made me feel so womanly and cute.

The effect of this tiny bikini and my smooth pussy was the material pulling into the cleft of my sex and accentuating the shape of my outer lips, leaving not a lot to the imagination. I noticed his trunks were struggling to contain his rather large package, it seemed to have grown since he first walked to the pool. Was he getting off watching his own daughter?

Later that evening my friend’s parents called to pick her up. We had arranged it earlier because my dad’s place was halfway home for her. We kissed and held each other, not knowing when we would meet again. Our college course was over now, we were going into the real world.

She whispered in my ear as she left, “I think your Dad is the sexiest thing on legs.”

I gave her a slap on her bum as she climbed into the car.

That evening I learned so much about my Father, and his failed marriage. I never knew what had split them up. Apparently my mum was having an affair with the man she brought into our home all those years ago. My dad wanted me to live with him but due to his life style it was agreed that I would be better off with my mum. If only he knew the truth.

We sat talking into the early hours of the morning, him asking about my life, wanting to know who I had dated and even asking me how far I had gone with the boys I went out with. I thought it would have embarrassed me to talk like this to my dad, but it was just so easy, he seemed to make me feel safe.

I told him I had petted and even held a boy’s cock in my hand but never gone all the way with any of them. I explained how it didn’t feel right at the time. I admitted to him that one boy in particular had touched me there and made me feel so sexy, but something had just held me back.

He told me how proud he was of me, for being so strong, “It should be something very special the first time. You were so right not to have given in to the temptation.”

We at last went to bed, Dad in his own room, me in the guest room he had prepared for me. It was perfect, a mix of girly pink and teenage horror, even my favourite group posters on the walls, with a TV and music centre, everything a girl could want.

He had gone when I got up next day. His housekeeper, a stern looking older woman, came in to clean and prepare our evening meal. We couldn’t have been more different; she was as black as I am white, she was short and plump to my skinny, her hair was short but mine hung down my back in great waves of shimmering auburn. We had one thing in common though, she had a huge bust, even bigger than mine.

Jasmine, as I found her name to be, was a widow who was glad of having the work to supplement her meagre income. We became yalova escort friends that first day despite my first impressions of her sternness. She showed me all over the house, telling me where everything was kept and showing me how to use the huge range in the kitchen. I love cooking so asked if I could prepare the evening meal.

With her help I made Dad’s favourite supper. As soon as she left I dashed up to my room, finding the best clothes I owned, right down to my very best underwear, a balconette bra and matching thong in soft pink. You may have guessed my favourite colour is pink. I finished the outfit with hold up stockings and a short skirt. My top was a bit daring but he had seen most of me, at the pool yesterday.

I added a little of the perfume he had provided for me, it looked and smelt very expensive. I had just finished putting the final details on his supper, and myself, when he breezed in asking, “How’s my favourite girl?” He took me in his arms, giving me a kiss that made my knees go weak.

The meal was a wonderful success and he complimented me many times. The wine was stronger than any I had drunk before and I could feel it going to my head, making me say and do things perhaps I should not have.

We sat in the lounge watching the TV for a while before he asked if I wanted play chess. He knew I was good, but I didn’t know how good he was. We played for over an hour, before deciding to give it up for the night at a stalemate. It was getting quite late, but tomorrow was Saturday so he didn’t have to get up for work.

I had felt his eyes on me so many times, it was confusing. I was quite used to men looking, with my chest it was almost normal, but he was my dad. It made it feel somehow perverted, but it also turned me on so much to think he fancied me.

I went to bed and played with myself to relieve the feelings that had built up in my body during the evening. I remembered what my friend, Sandy, had said about my dad being the sexiest thing she had ever seen, and as I reached my climax it was him I was thinking of.

Dad woke me the following morning with a coffee. He sat on the side of my bed in just a robe, and not a very long one. It just about covered his obvious erection, but only just. I had on baby doll pj’s, not hiding much. They were pink, of course, and see through; just a little lacy strappy top with a thong. The covers hid me from the waist down.

I didn’t feel so embarrassed this morning, it seemed more natural to be with him in this rather daring attire. I sort of felt proud that I was so good looking, more so than ever before. I wanted to look sexy for him.

I had to go to the loo, and the en suite was only a few feet away but I knew as soon as I pushed the covers back I would be very exposed.

I said, “I must go to the loo, do you mind?”

He stood up and walked towards the door. As I stepped out of the bed, he turned to say something. I will never forget how his face lit up with pride and yes, lust, as he took in my body standing there in nothing but a little lace that enhanced my figure rather than hide it.

I ran to the toilet, locking the door behind me. I was shaking, but not with fear. His look had done something to me that I simply can’t explain. His eyes had made me feel so desirable, so downright sexy. Stripping of my pj’s I got into the shower to try to wash away the feelings he had generated deep inside me.

What can I say, it didn’t work. The hot water streaming down my body just made me feel more turned on, to the point where I had to use my fingers to give myself another orgasm and even that didn’t lessen the lust I had for my dad.

Wrapping a large towel round my body I ventured back into the bedroom and found him still standing where I had left him, his face was a mirror of my own feelings.

In a very gruff voice he asked, “What the hell are we going to do about this? I feel terrible wanting my own daughter, but you remind me so much of your mother when we first met.”

I said, “Come sit on the bed with me, let’s talk about this.”

I thought I was so grown up, giving council to my own father. As soon as he came near me the feelings multiplied by hundreds. I almost grabbed him, having to use every bit of self control I had to stop myself.

We tried to talk but as soon as I opened my mouth I knew talking wasn’t what we needed.

I just looked at him and pleaded, “Show me how to be a woman, please, Dad.”

He held me in his strong arms for a long time, my breathing shallow, my heart racing, my hand so near his huge erection.

Did I dare touch it?

I let my hand wander those few inches till I was touching his enormous cock. My fingers opened, letting it slip into my hand. It felt so very big and hard. He groaned as he felt my tiny, cool hand on his hot cock.

Dad moved to give me easier access to his wonderful cock, as we were so close it was difficult. In doing so it caused the towel to slip down my yozgat escort body, exposing my naked tits to him. His hand, like mine, was drawn towards them, first just touching the tips. It was like getting an electric shock as his fingertips touched my hard nipples.

We sat holding each other for some time, it was the most natural thing in the world to me. No embarrassment at all now, just a feeling of deep contentment. His fingers making little circles round my engorged nipples, sending wonderful feelings down my body and making my pussy throb with wanting.

He eased me back till I was lying across the bed, the towel slipping down to the floor. He stopped touching me, then standing between my legs just looking down at me.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Your body is perfect. I want you so much.”

I closed my eyes, and waited for him to penetrate me.

Being so naïve, not understanding what can happen between a man and a woman, I expected him to just stick it in me. I wanted him to so much, but he was on different plane than me. He knew how to please a woman.

He dropped to his knees, his face only a few inches from my sex. I could feel his hot breath on my naked pussy, making me feel so hot and sexy. Then he did something I will never forget. His tongue parted my lips, finding my clitty instantly. It only took a few seconds of this wonderful sensation to bring me off big time.

As I thrashed around the bed in the throes of the biggest orgasm of my young life, he just watched till I regained some level of control of myself.

He repeated, “You have the most amazing body I have ever seen,” and with that he returned to my pussy.

His tongue entered me like a tiny cock probing my inner lips, flicking my clit every so often as I begged him to make me come again.

Of course he obliged, making me come so many times I lost count.

“Your turn now.”

I honestly didn’t know what he meant.

“You will have to tell me what to do.”

He stretched out on the bed beside me, his cock sticking up. So sexy.

“Kiss it for me.”

I leaned over till it was touching my lips, not knowing what to do with it.

“How do you want me to do it?”

“Just open your mouth and let it in.”

I did as he told me. It felt so big. My mouth was open wide but it pulled at the corners, as he pushed about two or three inches in.

It was uncomfortable leaning over as I was, so thinking it would be better, I got up on my knees, moving between his legs. This was much easier. He groaned as I took as much as I could in my mouth, sucking and nibbling on his big knob. By the sounds he was making I had got it right, he sounded like he was enjoying it.

I had never dreamt of this. Sucking a man’s cock was something I had not contemplated, but it was making me so horny to give him so much pleasure.

“Slow down or you will make me come.”

I didn’t want to stop, his groans of lust were like music to my ears.

But he had warned me and suddenly his cock erupted in my mouth, almost choking me as his come streamed out. I had to let his cock come out of my mouth, but his stuff kept coming, splashing all over my face, in my eyes and down over my tits. He must have come gallons.

I sat back on my heels looking down at my dad. His face was a picture of pure pleasure. He looked at me, his come running down my face and dripping onto my tits.

“Are you sure you haven’t done that before?”

“Never.”

“You are either a very quick learner or a complete natural. That’s the best blow job I have ever had.”

His cock had softened; I thought I had done something wrong, so asked him why it had gone little again. He smiled, explaining that a man needs time to recover after a climax, not like a woman, who can go on having one after the other.

“Don’t you like it when it’s little?”

“I don’t know but I want it inside me,” I replied, “how long do we have to wait?”

He laughed and told me if I wanted it big again quickly to do what I just done again, but first he wanted to do something to me. He laid me back on the bed, and kissed me both on the lips and on my tender nipples. He kissed all his come off me, letting his lips nip my bare flesh all over till I was a quivering wreck.

By the time he had finished I didn’t need to do anything about his cock, it was as hard as iron again. He moved till he was between my legs, his hands on either side of my head, his cock only a fraction of an inch away from my waiting pussy.

I have no idea why I knew I needed to guide him into me, it just seemed the right thing to do. As his cock entered me, my hips tilted up to meet his cock with no conscience thought from me, just pure instinct.

He lowered his body down, driving his cock deep into me. Yes, it hurt just a bit, but the sensations were thousands of time greater than the pain. Then I felt his coarse hairs touching my bare sex and thought it was right in. I sort of relaxed, but he pushed more into me, this time with some passion. It took me by surprise, so much so that I climaxed.

If I thought the orgasm he had given me with his tongue was good, this was on a different scale altogether. It felt as if it came from my toes and rushed through my body like an express train, taking all of my senses with it, exploding in my head.

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“I can’t believe you, Rachel. How could you even suggest such a thing?” I looked at my wife. Her lips were curled up in a curious expression. I would say she was feeling a bit embarrassed, but nevertheless resolute.

“Dan, I don’t feel right about mother going out with these strange men. So many creeps out there, and after that last one…”

“Yeah well, it’s not like you asked if I could just take her to a movie or something.” Quite the contrary; to my utter disbelief my wife Rachel had just asked me to have sex with her mother.

“Dan, why do you think she goes out with these men? She’s not really looking for companionship from them. She has other needs too; you know mother as well as I do when it comes to this subject.”

Rachel was right about that. I’d known her mother Sylvia since I was a teenager and Rachel and I had started dating. She was a classy woman in her own way, with a great sense of style, but she was also quite the bawdy woman once you got to know her well enough. I had no doubt she had a highly charged sex drive to boot.

“That doesn’t mean I’m the one who should be ‘helping’ her out.”

“Don’t you find her attractive?”

I was amazed that my wife had switched to this line of questioning. The truth was; Sylvia was extremely good-looking. In fact, I had been drawn to her like a moth to a flame from the moment I first met her; not only did she have strikingly good looks but she just oozed sex appeal, carrying that whole sexy older woman vibe perfectly. She had aged well too; after ten years of knowing her I thought she was more alluring than ever.

That was part of why I was recoiling at Rachel’s idea so strongly right now. Frankly, I had always had a “thing” for my mother-in-law; I’d even had numerous sexual fantasies about her over the years. But as far as I was concerned, anything with Sylvia should remain a fantasy, a forbidden fruit. The thought of crossing that line and causing whatever possible damage to my marriage and relationship with her was too horrifying to even consider making any of those thoughts a reality. And now my wife now was trying to convince me to have sex with Sylvia. Not only was I stunned, but I was petrified.

“Well Dan, I don’t see how you can’t understand the logic in all of this.”

“No I don’t, Rachel. I don’t at all.”

“I think you do. It’s makes perfect sense to me. For one thing, you want sex all the time, dear. I can hardly keep up with you sometimes. If I didn’t know you better I’d be worried about an affair…”

“Don’t even say that. You know I wouldn’t do that.”

“I know Dan, that’s what I’m saying. But I also know your sexual needs are much greater than mine. In that sense you’re a lot like mother, except she doesn’t have dad anymore. I want mother to be with someone I can trust, and I don’t trust anyone in this world more than I trust you. I think my solution solves both problems perfectly.”

“Perfectly? Rachel, you asked me to have sex with Sylvia. Your MOTHER. If you don’t have a problem with that, you should.”

“Well maybe it’s not the perfect solution, but it’s one I can live with. I don’t want mother going out with any more of those creeps, and I know I can trust you both. Not to mention, I love you both more than anything. At least think about it Dan.”

“You haven’t even told me what Sylvia has to say about all of this. Does she think it’s ‘perfect’ too?”

“As a matter of fact, she does. I know she feels closer to you than any other man she knows. After dad died, you were especially caring with her. I’ve never forgotten that Dan, and neither has she. Mother trusts you. When I told her my idea she was on board immediately with it.”

Rachel’s answer threw me for a bit of a loop. On the one hand, everything she said was true. I had always been close with Sylvia. And when John, my father in law, died, we grew even closer. But I would never have guessed that Sylvia wanted to have sex with me. And yet, for as long as I had known her I had always wondered if there had always been some sexual tension between us. She was very flirty with me, even going back to when I was just a kid starting to date her daughter. A touch on the arm here, an admiring glance there, plus all the suggestive remarks… so many of my sexual fantasies about Sylvia had been fueled by the way she acted towards me over the years. Sometimes I could swear there was something real behind all of it. And now, with what Rachel was telling me, all I could think about was maybe it was true. Sylvia wanted me, I wanted her, and my wife was practically begging us to do it. Or perhaps everything Rachel was telling me now was true. I still wasn’t sure what to think at this point.

“Let me sleep on it, Rachel. We’ll talk about this again tomorrow.”

I wish I had slept that night, but I did nothing of the kind. Instead I lay bed, next to my soundly sleeping wife, and daydreamed about fucking the hell out of her sexy mother. I hadn’t fantasized about Sylvia for a while, mostly out of respect for Rachel, but I couldn’t help it now. Rachel was right, gümüşhane escort I did have a strong libido, and now that she had let it loose against her mother I was unable to stop the sexual thoughts from flooding my mind.

My thoughts jumped back and forth, picking out memories about Sylvia here and there, and recalling old fantasies I’d had about her. I remembered hanging around her house when I was a teenager. I’d be there to see Rachel, but often my eyes would wander to Sylvia. She worked in an office back then, and I’d see her come back home dressed in those business suits of hers. I always thought they must have had a very conservative dress code where she worked, because as professional as Sylvia looked in those suits they did little to show off her figure. And my god, was her figure amazing.

Sylvia had always managed to stay very fit, with a sexy hourglass figure. She had huge tits, probably something like F’s. Whatever they were, with her sleek waistline they looked absolutely enormous. Even seeing her dressed up in those frumpy clothes, you could tell she had something special underneath. I think my curiosity about her breasts started that far back. All I could think about was how incredible it would be to see those big, beautiful tits in all their glory. After coming home from work she would start getting dinner ready before changing clothes, although she’d undo a couple of buttons on her blouse. The sight of Sylvia’s exposed cleavage would drive me crazy back then, and I often fantasized that she was doing it intentionally to excite me.

I’m actually more of an ass man though, and while Sylvia’s tits certainly stole the show with most men it her firm, apple shaped ass often held my attention. As I lay in bed now, my mind got overwhelmed with images of me banging against that sexy ass as I fucked Sylvia doggy style, those, F’s giggling madly underneath as the big tit slut begged me to fuck her harder. I resisted the urge to masturbate to these thoughts for as long as I could, but eventually I couldn’t resist the urge, making myself cum in a matter of seconds. Not that I really thought of Sylvia as a slut, but it did turn me on to fantasize about her this way. Besides all her flirting I knew enough of her past to say she wasn’t the prim and proper young lady growing up. She’d been a real party girl in college, and I knew she had a hungry sex drive. Put all those elements together and it’s wasn’t hard for me to imagine her as being a horny slut in my fantasies.

Other times my mind wandered to more cherished moments we shared. I’ll never forget those couple of weeks after my father in law died. I took some time off work to help settle his affairs and spent a good portion of it alone with Sylvia. I was her shoulder to cry on, and she was so sweet, so beautiful in her vulnerability. I didn’t really expect any of that to translate sexually but on many occasions I found myself unwittingly desiring her. When that chaotic time was all over, I often found myself thinking back to those days when Sylvia and I were all alone in her house, and those thoughts eventually became fantasies. In them she’d tell me of her loneliness, of how she wished she could make the pain go away, if even only for a short time. We’d exchange knowing glances, both understanding what she meant, and soon enough we’d be holding hands on the way to her bedroom for us to make love.

I never really felt too guilty about having these types of daydreams about Sylvia. Sure, I was married to her daughter, but I always told myself that it was okay as long as they never affected my real life relationships with her or Rachel. Now my wife was trying to change all that. It was a scary idea, but I nevertheless couldn’t help but be turned on by it.

Next morning came and my wife wasted little time in broaching this topic again, bringing it up during breakfast.

“Well Dan, you’ve had some time to think about it. What do you have to say?”

“I think I’m shocked that after all these years of faithful marriage that you’re asking me to have sex with another woman. And not only that, but the woman is your mother. What the hell has gotten into you, Rachel?”

I had to take this hostile tone with her. This was a dangerous place Rachel was taking us, and I had to make sure she understood that.

“I appreciate what you’re saying Dan, but it’s not like you’re going to have some romance with her. I think our marriage is strong enough to handle this. If I didn’t then I would never have approached you with the idea. My relationship with mother is also strong enough to handle this too. I’ve talked about it with her and she feels the same way. You’re the only one who seems to have doubts.”

“Fine, if you’re going to put it that way, you win.”

“We both win Dan. You’ll see.”

I got ready to leave for work, still feeling dumbfounded. I couldn’t believe I had agreed to this. As badly as part of me wanted it, it was still scary, as I had no idea what was to come. I looked back at Rachel, who was already hatay escort on the phone excitedly telling her mother the good news. I waived to my wife, and she blew a big kiss back. A big smile covered her face. I hoped that feeling wasn’t about to change.

*

The next day Rachel asked if I wanted to go see Sylvia after work. It was a Friday, and she asked me if I wanted to stay the night too.

“Is that really a good idea? You said it yourself, there’s isn’t any romance here.”

“I know, and it’s probably going to take a while before we figure out what’s the proper etiquette for all this, but for at least this first time I think it would be nice for you to stay over.”

I still had no idea what I was doing. Was I supposed to take Sylvia out for dinner and movie first? Was this an actual date, or were we supposed to just fuck?

“Mother is expecting you over for cocktails at around 6:30.”

“Okay, tell her I’ll be there.”

I hadn’t the nerve to call and speak to Sylvia myself. As strange as it might sound, I thought it might be easier that way. And as for the “etiquette” of the situation, I supposed that was going to work itself out eventually.

Six-thirty came and being my punctual self I was standing on Sylvia’s doorstep, waiting for her to open the door.

“Dan, it’s so great to see you.”

Sylvia greeted me with a warm smile and big hug, with a nice kiss on the cheek.

“Why don’t you come inside while I get us some drinks? Or would you rather lounge out by the pool?”

Well, at least now I knew she didn’t want to go out. That and her attire were pretty casual. Sylvia had a simple pair of powder blue capris and a white top. Both were tight enough to show she still had a delicious figure, even at forty-eight. The top in particular was hard not to focus on, as even with an average amount of cleavage being shown Sylvia’s massive breasts were practically bursting out. I’d often seen Sylvia in outfits like these, always trying not to stare. This time I let my gaze linger a bit; not too pervy but enough that she knew I was checking her out. It seemed “appropriate” for the occasion.

“You look great Sylvia.”

She did too. She had her honey-blonde hair tied up into a bit of a bun which might have looked prudish on some women but on Sylvia it just made her look like a sexy librarian. She was also walking around barefoot. For a woman her age, she had surprisingly cute feet.

We sat on the couch together and had a couple of drinks, just talking casually at first about work, home, etc. Sylvia seemed remarkably calm from the moment I arrived, but I definitely needed the drinks to loosen up. Maybe she had anticipated that. After about an hour the direction of our conversation completely shifted.

“Well, I’m so glad you came here Dan. Rachel told me about your reservations.”

“How could I not have some reservations? It’s nothing personal. I mean, how do you not have any reservations about this?”

Sylvia smiled confidently, remaining perfectly calm, and responded easily and matter-of-factly. Her self-assurance was as impressive as it was seductive.

“Because I’ve known what I’ve wanted for ten years, Dan. I have no doubts, no reservations. I’ve wanted your cock for as long as I’ve known you, and when the chance came for me finally get it, I knew what I had to say.”

I was stunned. Not that I hadn’t heard Sylvia say ‘cock’ before; she could tell one helluva dirty joke, but her forwardness now certainly took me by surprise.

“Come on, Dan. It’s alright. I know you’ve wanted me too. You can let your guard down now.”

I still didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to tell her everything, how I’d fantasized about her from practically the first day we’d met, but in those few moments I had I just froze. Sylvia finally broke the silence with the beautiful sound of her laugh.

“It’s okay Dan. I’m not Mrs. Pederson any more with young Danny Walker coming by to visit Rachel. Though I knew full well little Danny wanted to fuck me too.”

“You could tell?”

I had finally managed to say something. Sylvia then broke the ice further with some more of her melodic laugh.

“Of course I could tell, honey. If there’s one thing I can sense it’s sexual energy. I knew what you wanted Dan. It’s okay, I wanted it too.”

“Do you think Rachel ever suspected?”

“No. You know I love Rachel as I loved John, but I think when it comes to this area they’re both quite naive. If John came home and found you with your cock up my ass he’d probably think you were taking my temperature. He was a wonderful man but not much of a lover, I’m afraid. I hope Rachel didn’t inherit that trait from her father too.”

The last thing I wanted to do was talk about Rachel now.

“I always wondered if maybe all the flirting had something behind it.”

“I couldn’t fuck your body back then so I fucked your mind instead, Dan. Now I finally get to fuck them both.”

Sylvia moved in close, slowly and ısparta escort seductively, and drew me into a passionate kiss, her hot tongue sliding into my willing mouth. Eventually she straddled my lap and we went at it like that for a while, making out like a couple of horny teenagers while exchanging the odd grope. I finally started concentrating on Sylvia’s breasts, grabbing and squeezing them.

“I want to see these.”

“After all those years of staring at ‘the girls’ I knew you’d finally ask.”

Sylvia laughed as the two of us managed to pull off her shirt. For the sake of our “date,” Sylvia had chosen not worn a bra.

“Oh my god, Sylvia.”

Even at forty-eight they were absolutely breathtaking, pillowy mounds of soft flesh, large mounds with wide areole and hard tipped, pink nipples. They sagged a bit to each side, but if anything I thought that made them look even sexier. I grabbed one orb in each hand, trapping a nipple between my fingers on each hand to massage and squeeze.

“Oh yeah, I like that. Keep doing that, Dan.”

Sylvia raised her arms over her head, crossing her wrists above them, and arched her sinuous back provocatively, pushing her chest even more into me. I could hear her lustful moaning as I continued kneading her marvelous tits with my hands, moving in to kiss and suck her generous flesh too. After several minutes of having the biggest, most gorgeous tits rubbed into my face as I kissed and played with them, Sylvia suddenly pulled away and slid off my lap as well. For a moment I wondered if something was wrong, as she had a look of seriousness on her face that surprised me.

“I need to suck your cock now, Dan.”

Sylvia certainly didn’t mince words, nor was she afraid to take what she wanted. Her words were full of emotion now; longing, and desire. Before I knew what was happening she’s managed to pull my pants open and yank them down far enough so that I could sit back on the couch. Then she went crazy, sucking my dick. I’d had my share of blowjobs, but nothing like this. Sylvia was in a frenzy, the way she was going down on me I almost thought she would break it. It was scary, dangerous, but unbelievably exciting. And the way she was acting made me think she enjoyed giving head as much as I enjoyed receiving it. I looked down to watch, and instead of my mother in law saw a wild woman sucking my cock. I’d managed to keep from cumming, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.

“I’d like to fuck now if that’s okay with you Dan.”

I nodded yes and Sylvia pulled away. It gave me some time to come back from my approaching orgasm while I watched her remove the rest of her clothing. I sat back, not even taking anything off, and rested. Sylvia undressed until she was naked, giving me an thrilling view of her voluptuous body, and got back on my lap to start riding me. Like the earlier part of our encounter, there wasn’t a lot of subtlety. She just hopped on board and began riding my dick like a madwoman.

“Yeah, that’s it. Fuck me, Dan. Fuck me, Dan!”

The insistence in her voice and the intensity of her movements told me she desperately wanted to cum and was getting very close. I did everything I could to hold out my own orgasm until she got there, just barely making it. When Sylvia did cum her body tensed up and she let out a wild scream that could have woken the dead. It set me off, and I filled her hot pussy with my seed. Sylvia leaned forward and gave me a kiss on the lips, then put her arms around me to rest. She was breathing hard, trying to regain her composure.

“My god Sylvia, do you always do it like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like it’s the last fuck you’ll ever have.”

She was chuckling softly now. It made me laugh too.

“No Dan, I like all kinds of things. Don’t you?”

“Yeah. I just never expected our first time to be anything like this.”

“Why don’t you come to bed with me, Dan. We can have nice, slow sex. Or you can fuck my brains out. Your choice.”

Sylvia had a sly smile and a self-assured, sexy sway in her hips and round ass as she walked naked towards her bedroom. There was no way I couldn’t follow her; her charms were utterly mesmerizing. And as for the type of sex we had, we did both. It went on all night, and it was unbelievable.

*

I woke up the next morning in bed with my mother-in-law sleeping naked next to me. It was a strange feeling after all these years of faithful marriage. I had cheated on my wife, or had I? Was it still cheating when she knew about it, and had even asked me to do it? I wasn’t sure. I did feel guilty though, but strangely enough, not because I had cheated. I felt guilty because I had enjoyed it so much, because one night with Sylvia had been better than the majority of my sex life with Rachel. We got up and went to the kitchen to have breakfast.

“So, did you sleep well, Dan?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Fantastic.”

Sylvia had a slight bounce in her step, a happy glow on her face, not all that different from the same bright, cheery woman I’d known all these years. And of course, she was flirtatious too, but that was to be expected from her. Everything was different between us now, however; how could it not be? We didn’t talk about the night before, but there was one question I had to ask, something that had seemed not right to me from the start. I knew I had to have the answer to it before I left.

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It was my 18th birthday; it was special because it was my first boy/girl party. Everything was ok until the bys showed up. They started acting like crazy, bored monkeys. Needless to say we had to make them leave he had warned me that inviting boys was a bad idea. But of course I ignored him.

When everyone had left dad & I cleaned. We just chattered a bit.

“Dad, why are boys such jerks?”

“Well sweetheart they are still young and think that being wild is the only way of having fun.”

“I hate them.”

“No you don’t, you just have to be patient and wait until they mature a bit. Aren’t there boys in your class you like?

I shrug, there was one boy I thought was cute but he was a jerk. He was mean and was always messing everything up. So I say “Sure but that doesn’t make them any less mean”

My dad smiles and says “Well I think it is safe to say that you won’t be dating anytime soon.” And he gives a hearty laugh.

I frowned.

“Daddy, what is sex?” Stammering I quickly said “I know what sex is, but I don’t know how you do it, I mean they tell us all the facts in sex Ed but don’t tell us any more than that”

My dad had completely stopped loading the dishwasher and just stood there for a moment. Than, closing the dishwasher he said “Well sweetheart, I’m sorry I didn’t bring it up first. It is my job but since your mom died I just wasn’t sure how to approach the subject”

It’s ok daddy, I know”

“Well sweetheart the first thing you have to understand is that sex is meant to be shared between two people who love each other very much. And you should always use a condom. Do you know what that is?”

“Yeah, it’s plastic and you put it over his.. Thing..?”

“Yes, do you know what the pill is?”

“Yeah it’s something that the girl takes that will keep from getting pregnant.”

“Yes, very good, so do you have questions?”

“Yeah what does it mean when a girl has lost her cherry?”

My daddy blushed, and chuckled before saying “It means a girl has lost her virginity”

“Oh” I say. “And what does it mean when I girl say he went down on me?”

Daddy gasped, I could tell he was a little shocked. “Well sweetie, that’s when a boy or girl licks and sucks on the other persons private parts.”

I was starting to get wet and feel a little tingle down in my private parts like when I touched myself.

“Daddy, what is a cock?”

“That is another word for penis”

“What does a penis look like?”

“Oh honey I don’t know if you should know this stuff.”

“Please daddy, how will I know if you don’t tell me?”

“Well, I would feel a lot better knowing you learned it from me. Ok come with me, I’ll show you.”

Following daddy into his room I watched as he pulled up the corner of his mattress and took out a magazine.

“What is that daddy?”

“This is called a porn magazine, have you heard of it?”

“No”

“Well this magazine has pictures of naked women and men erzurum escort having sex together, sit next to me”

I went and sat at the end of his bed next to him and watched as he flipped open the cover to reveal a woman on all fours completely naked with one leg high in the air as a man pumped his cock into her ass.

“Eww, daddy what is he doing to her butt?”

“Well sweetie that is called anal sex”

Than he flipped it to the next page that had a close up shot of a man cumming on a women’s face.

“Sweetie that is what a cock looks like”

“What is that stuff coming out of it?”

“That is called semen, that’s what happens when a man cums”

“Daddy I feel tingly down there,” pointing to my crotch

“Sweetie have you ever masturbated?”

“Yes.”

“Well you feel all good inside because you are getting excited, don’t worry, so is daddy” he pointed to the crotch of his trousers. There was a big lump where his cock was.

“Daddy can I see your cock?”

“Honey I am your daddy & it’s wrong for us to have any sexual contact”

“But daddy I only wanna see it, I’m curious”

He sat there for a moment and he had that look on his face like he was choosing no.

Putting my lower lip out and doing the puppy dogface I said, “Please daddy”

“Oh well I suppose” Then he unzips his pants and pulled his cock out from the folds of his boxers.

I gasped, it was so big. I wanted to touch it. “Gosh, it is so big. How big is it?”

Looking kinds of proud he smiled and said “9 inches long 1 inch thick”

Without saying a word I put my hand out and caressed the big mushroom head, my touch made it jump and I could feel it growing larger. “Oh daddy it’s so soft”

He moaned lightly, I moved my hand up and down trying so hard to encircle the whole thing. His cock was rock hard by the third stroke and so soft.

“Mmmmm, sweetie that feels so good. Daddy hasn’t been fucked in ages, mmm, don’t stop”

His hips started gyrating, up and down. “Mmm, honey lick my cock. Put your mouth over it so I can fuck your mouth nice and slow.” Slight hesitant but growing more & more excited I licked the tip of his huge monster, it jumped and his groaning became louder. I licked up & down, under his shaft & finding his balls I sucked them into my mouth. “Ooh, fuck yeah, that feels so god damn good. MM, suck daddy’s dick, put it in your mouth and suck it baby” I came up to the tip, opening my mouth I engulfed first the tip & moved down until I felt it hit the back of my throat. “Ooh, honey take it deeper. I wanna fuck your mouth until I cum,” Grabbing the back of my head he thrust his hips forward forcing the rest of his monster down my throat. I gagged for a second and than I got used to it, he started moving his cock in and out of my mouth. First slow than fast & hard. Suddenly he pulled out and lifted up his hips. He removed his shirt & pants quickly and almost tearing eskişehir escort my clothes undressed me also. Leaning forward he started licking my budding breast. I sighed deeply. “You like that, you liked sucking your daddy’s cock didn’t you?”

“Yeah daddy I did, I’m so wet.”

“Ooh, do you want your daddy to fuck you, to take your virginity?”

With a burst of excitement I said, “Oh god daddy, I would love that!”

With that he pushed me down onto the bed and started licking my pussy, first just licking my lips than he spread my lips and started taking long cowlicks from my asshole to my clit. I shivered and moaned “Oh, daddy that feels so good. MM, don’t stop.”

Than he stuck his tongue down into my fuck tunnel as far as it would go, with one hand he rubbed my clit and the other he pinched my nipples making me shudder.

“Oh daddy, god that’s good”

All of a sudden he pushed one fat finger deep into my pussy, hooking his finger and grinding it into me. I screamed “Oh yes, finger fuck me daddy, stick your fat fingers into my hot fuck hole and finger me until I cum!” With that he shoved three fingers deep into my hole and fucked my hole fast & furiously. I was squirming and shuddering with pleasure, all of a sudden his tongue was on my engorged clit while his three fingers shoved in & out of my virgin cunt. All of a sudden I started shaking uncontrollably and my pussy clung to his fingers. I had just had my first real orgasm. He was still finger fucking me, in fact he had 4 fingers in me now, scratching at my G-spot and raking his fingers against the walls of my hot hole.

“Oh, honey. Did I make you cum?” “Yeas daddy, god it felt good, mm. Will you fuck me now? I want to feel you cock deep in my virgin pussy.”

“Oh god damn, hell yes I’ll fuck you, I’ll fuck you senseless”

He pulled his fingers out and putting them to his mouth he licked them clean.

He opened my legs as wide as they would go, and positioned the head of his monster shaft at the entrance of my virgin pussy.

“Now honey, this will hurt. It will hurt real bad at first but don’t be scared because daddy is here & won’t let it hurt too much.”

“Ok daddy, but fuck me already!”

He eased the head in first and it didn’t hurt but then as he got deeper it started hurting real bad “Oooh, daddy it hurts”

“I know sweet heart but it won’t for long”

He stroked back and forth scratching my virgin cant than he grabbed my hips and shoved the rest of the 6 inches deep into my pussy.

“Oo, ooowww.. That hurt daddy”

“Mmm, I know but god it will feel good in a minute”

He ground his cock into my pussy for a couple minutes than started a slow rhythm, back and forth pulling out a couple inches at a time.

“Oooh, honey your cunt is so tight and hot. It feels so good wrapped around my prick”

“Ohh, daddy. Fuck me, god it feels good. Fuck me hard and fast daddy, please gaziantep escort fuck me”

With those words said he started shoving his dick in & out with sweet surrender. I could feel his balls as they hit my ass with each stroke.

“Ooh, honey daddy dick is filling up with cum. I’m gonna squirt my load deep into your belly. Oh, god honey I gonna cum.”

“Daddy, come in my hot pussy, I want your cum to drip out of me. Oooh, daddy, fuck me harder!”

All of a sudden his hips froze, I could feel his cum as it filled me up. All of a sudden I started to shake with my own orgasm.

We both screamed in unison, he continued to shove his dick in and out of me milking his prick for all it was worth.

He slowly rolled off of me, completely exhausted.

“Oh, honey, god your pussy felt good. Mmm, I could fuck you all the time”\

“Daddy, that was the best, I want you to fuck me again & again.”

I rolled over onto my belly got up on all fours. My ass was facing him as I started to crawl up towards the pillows. He reached out and grabbed my hips. Dragging me back to him.

“Oh I’m not done with that pussy of yours”

“Mmm, daddy are you gonna fuck my pussy again”

He laughed and scooping the juices from my pussy and smearing them on my ass he said “No I’m gonna fuck your virgin asshole, I’m gonna put my monster in your ass while you squirm” he slid a finger into my tight rectum and started working it in and out. I purred softly as he added a second finger slowly opening up my hole, forcing the muscles open he added a third finger & a fourth until he said “Mmm I think your ready. Are you ready to get your ass fucked hard?”

“Yes daddy, fuck my ass raw. Slam that monster in my ass until I scream”

He got behind me and slammed his full length deep into my bowels causing me to yell in sudden pain. His cock was all the way in and he started pistoning his dick in & out of my asshole faster than he had my pussy.,

“Oh daddy, that feels so good, I feel so full. Mmm, I think I’m gonna cum.. Ohh daddy fuck me harder.”

Suddenly he pulled out of my ass “Daddy, fuck me please”

“Hold on sweetie I have a surprise for you. Your mommy left it behind after she passed.”

He left the room, when he came back he had this monster dildo that was long and very thick.

“ooh daddy, what are you going to do with that?”

“I’m gonna put my cock in your ass and this dildo in your pussy, your mom used to love it when she was fucked in both holes at the same time, she would cum so hard”

“Mmm, daddy, I need it now. Shut up and shove it in me.”

Flipping me into my back and positioning pillows under my ass first he shoved his cock back into my bum hole & than he shoved the dildo into my open cunt making me moan. “Oh my god, daddy. I’m going to cum, I’m so full. Oh fuck me harder, mmm yes HARDER, yes. I’m going to fucking cuummm.”

“Oh sweetie, it feels so good, your bum hole is so damn tight. I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

I could feel as his cumm squirted in my ass, he continued shoving his dick & the dildo into me until I finally screamed with pleasure. “Oh god I’m CUMMING, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, harder. Faster. Yes, fuck yes.”

I don’t really remember what happened because I fell asleep, but I do remember waking up in his bed completely naked & very sore.

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This is my first attempt at writing erotica so please feel free to comment. Also I want to take this opportunity to affirm that my stories are purely fictional and fantasy. Some characters may be real but names and actions are fantasy and changed to fit the story. Please enjoy and I love comments so please tell me what you think about my stories or about me.

*****

Let me start by explaining that I am a divorced father. I have been divorced for sixteen years now at fifty years old. I came home from work to find my ex wife gone and my whole world turned upside down. Here I was a thirty-four year old father working full time and finding myself alone with four wonderful kids to raise on my own. It was often times a hard time but we made it and now all my children are grown with lives of their own and I am starting a new chapter of my life being free of child responsibilities.

I think it was at around forty-two years old that I discovered I liked watching bisexual porn on my computer. I would spend hours locked in my room after the kids were in bed watching porn and stroking my seven inch hard cock and making myself cum all over myself. It all started watching three-way porn with two men and a woman. I absolutely love watching a woman get fucked by two hard cocks. Seeing her with a cock in her mouth and pussy at the same time just blows me away. When they fill her mouth and cunt with hot juicy cum I always lose it and cover my hand and stomach with my own hot juice.

As I found myself increasingly only watching bisexual porn and getting more and more aroused by it to the point that I could almost only cum if I was thinking about it. I happened to find a video one day of a woman forcing her husband to be bi and to suck her lover’s cock. She made him get it hard and wet. She then made him guide his big fat cock into her completely shaved and ready pussy. As her lover pounded her tight pussy she moaned and groaned like a whore in heat. Her lover filled her gaping cunt with a huge load of hot cum. He pulled away and immediately she made her husband bury his face in her pussy and lick and suck out all of her lover’s stinky cum. I was hooked. I started searching for more and more videos of forced bi and even got so far as to find women dressing their boyfriends and husbands up like sissy bitch bois and making them perform. I became obsessed.

I started buying panties and bras and stockings and all sorts of lingerie. I also started buying lots of toys. I bought vibrators, dildos, butt plugs, all sorts of bondage stuff, and mouth gags that both prevented me from speaking and also the o-ring type that holds your mouth open wide. I even bought a strapon harness in hoped that one day I would meet a woman that wanted to pound my starving asshole. The toys kept getting bigger and bigger until I had added to my collection some quite large dildos.

Now at fifty years old and living alone I had ample time to enjoy my obsession of dressing up like a sissy and playing with my toys. On my days off work I would take my time with a long hot bath soaking in my huge garden tub. I would shave my legs, shave my under arms and shave my face twice to ensure it was very smooth.

After the bath I love to take my time dressing up. I first put on stockings (I don’t care for panty hose). I add a garter to hold up the stockings. Then I add a lacy but firm tummy flattener followed by a bra and matching panties. I often wear thongs but I have all sorts of panties. Bikini, boy shorts, thongs, g-strings, crotchless, french cut and the like. Then I would start doing my face. I had bought all the makeup I had seen my ex wife and daughters use. I wasn’t very good at it but it still made me feel quite slutty to put makeup on. I always use blue and purple on my eyes as I think it is truly sissy colors and bright red lipstick because I think that makes lips look like they crave cock. I take my time adding glue on nails and paint them bright red to match my lipstick. I then add really high heels like the kind strippers wear and top it all off with a wig. I have blonde wigs and bright red wigs. These two colors seem sluttier to me. I look in the mirror and I know I am not very passable but it is the feeling I crave not the ability to pass as a woman. Something about being dressed up like a sissy whore but still knowing that if some one were to see me they would know I am a man trying to be a sissy cock lover really turns me on.

Living alone now I can finish dressing and doing my face and walk all around the house as much as I like feeling like a complete whore. I often dream about the cable guy, the mailman, the meter man or any other service man knocking on the door and I open it dressed as I am. In my fantasy they always come in and all but rape me leaving me in a sweaty cum covered heap when they are done. We will leave those fantasies for another story.

It was one such day that this story takes place. I had taken about two long hours preparing myself. I had also given myself a very thorough enema düzce escort as I planned on using almost every toy in my arsenal today. I wanted to spend the entire day home alone prancing around like a cock craving cum loving whore dressed like a sissy slut sucking and fucking my toys until I couldn’t move anymore. I had been working a lot and finally had a couple of days off and wanted to enjoy them to the fullest. After my enema I had dressed and admired myself in the mirror thinking this is going to be a fun day. Little did I know that the fun part was right but in no way was this day going to go as I had planned.

I walked out of my bathroom and headed down the long hallway in my home towards the kitchen to get myself a drink. I find a couple of cocktails always help me relax and push myself to the limit. I walked out of the hallway into the living room heading to the kitchen and came face to face with my twenty-eight year old daughter Alicia. She had let herself in because I had not heard her knocking. At first she didn’t recognize me and started to turn away thinking I was one of her dad’s lady friends and she didn’t want to see me dressed this way. But as she said excuse me and started to turn away I saw her eyes change and I knew that she recognized me, my heart sank. I was paralyzed in fear of what she would think of me or worse would she say anything to her siblings. I have two other daughters and a son.

I started to babble some incoherent form of an explanation but only succeeded in sounding like a blithering idiot. Alicia for some reason recovered from her shock faster than I would have ever imagined she would. As I was trying and failing to explain Alicia put her hand up palm facing me as if to say stop talking. For some reason the way she did that like there was no chance of not doing as she said made me stop talking and just stand there dressed like a sissy, embarrassed beyond comprehension and not knowing what to do next.

I tried in vain to cover myself with my hands. Putting both hands in front of my withering cock. The shame and embarrassment had made it shrink to almost nonexistent. As I stood there dying of shame and wondering how I had not locked the second lock on the front door to assure that my kids who all had keys could not get in I saw Alicia eyeing me all over. I noticed in her eyes that she was looking at me not in an angry disgusted way but more in an “I have got you way”.

My daughter Alicia, my oldest is actually a very beautiful young woman. She stands about 5’1″ tall. Guessing her weight I would say 100 pounds give or take a pound or two.

Although she has already had one child of her own, her tummy is excruciatingly flat. She has well toned legs and perfect feet and toes. I love feet and have often thought as she was growing up how beautiful her feet and toes are. Her breasts are a perfect 32B. Not big but so perfectly proportioned that her swimsuits always look amazing on her. Her face is smooth and her complexion is a perfect light tan with cheekbones rising just right. Add to all of that her dark blonde hair that falls just to her shoulders. Even though she is my daughter I have often thought how lucky her boyfriends are.

Alicia snapped me out of my thoughts by pointing to the couch and telling me to sit. I moved over to the couch and slowly sat down trying to keep myself covered as much as possible. I picked up a pillow and buried my face in it wishing that when I pulled it away Alicia would not be there and it was all a dream. This was not to be as Alicia took the pillow and told me to look at her. As I lifted my head she asked if I was expecting company? I said no I am not why do you ask that? It was then that I saw her looking at the coffee table at all the toys I had lain out to play with. I was even more mortified than I already was. Alicia’s tone became slightly firmer at this point. “Dad are you a FAGGOT?”

I almost died and said no I am not why do you ask me that and so harshly? Here is my normally soft-spoken demure little daughter coming across as a woman who would not be denied and demanding the truth. I knew at that point that Alicia would not be leaving today until she got every dark little secret I had out of me. So again she asked, “Are you a cock loving FAGGOT?” Again I said no. She reached over and picked up an eight inch long very fat perfectly cock shaped dildo with balls and said ok then, “Why do you have ALL these cocks?” You are not expecting company, you are dressed like a faggot sissy whore and you have all these cocks out on the table. If you aren’t expecting anyone they must be for you Dad.

I knew I was busted and any shreds of hope that I held on to that I would get out of this with some lame explanation were now gone. Alicia reached over and grabbed my chin hard and forced me to look right into her eyes. “Dad tell me everything right now or I will call all of your children”. In mortal fear that she would and the look in eyes told me she was edirne escort not bluffing I began the long story of how I had discovered porn on the internet and how you could find ANYTHING on there. I told her of how I had stumbled across bisexual porn and how that had progressed to forced bi and forced feminization porn. Before I realized it I had told her of all my fantasies of being forced to be bi by a woman and forced to lick cum out of her pussy after her lover had cum in her and on and on until there was nothing left to tell her.

Finally I took a long sigh and stopped talking. We sat there in silence for what seemed like forever before either of us spoke again. I could see Alicia was thinking hard. Finally she looked dead into my eyes and ordered me to stand up. I hesitated and she reached for her phone. I saw her select my second oldest daughter form her speed dial. I panicked and begged her to please stop and stood so quickly that on the six-inch heels I was wearing I almost toppled over.

I regained my balance and stood motionless less than a foot away from my beautiful daughter thinking of how stupid I was for letting myself be caught and winding up in this position. Alicia instructed me to slowly turn around in a circle two times. I knew I no longer had any option of denying her anything she asked me to do so I rotated in front of her. I was in shame so I held my eyes closed tight. I could still feel her gaze on me as I turned so she could inspect her sissified father.

She then told me to kneel in front of her, which I did quickly and obediently. I held my head down and my eyes on the floor in front of me. I was still too ashamed to look at her.

“Look at me Dad” Alicia said firmly. I looked up to see her running her hand over the seven dildos and two anal plugs I had lying on the table. Which one do you like best Dad? I could not bring myself to say the twelve incher with the fat head. For some reason it was like she already knew. Her hand came to rest on the largest of all my toy cocks. She picked it up and tested its weight in her hand. It looked gigantic in her small hand.

Alicia brought the big twelve-inch cock right in front of my face. “So you like big COCKS do you Dad?” You are a size queen aren’t you bitch? I could not believe the words coming out of my innocent daughter’s mouth. I felt my face burning with shame and knew I must be beyond red. Alicia said DO NOT lie to me Dad if you want me to keep this a little secret between us. So I slowly nodded my head yes I do love big cocks. Nodding my head was not good enough. Alicia said “I want to hear you say it Dad”. I said yes baby “I love big giant cocks”. It was then that I noticed she was recording our conversation on her phone. She must have turned on the recorder when she threatened to call my other daughter.

She picked up her phone and sent the recording to herself in an email. She looked at me and said insurance Dad. You will now do anything I say, anytime I want or all your family will hear you saying how much you love big giant COCKS. I knew I was done. I had no choice but to do as Alicia wished from now on.

She again picked up the twelve-inch cock and held it right in front of my face. Lick it Dad. She touched the fat head of the cock to my lips. I slowly opened my mouth and lightly licked the tip. “Come on Dad” is that any way to lick a cock. She pushed it against my lips harder and this time I ran my tongue all around the head and even licked the fake piss hole. Alicia pushed harder and forced the huge cock into my mouth. “Wow my dad does love COCK”. In and out she pushed it forcing me to suck it deeper with each push. After a short time she was forcing about seven inches of the twelve into my mouth, gagging me with it as it worked its way into my throat. My eyes were watering causing mascara to run down my face, Alicia didn’t stop she forced on and when she got almost nine inches down my throat and I was gagging profusely. “My dad the cock sucking SISSY FAGGOT”.

Alicia told me to take the huge cock in my hand and to keep sucking it. Saying I had better get it really wet for what was coming next. For a moment I wasn’t sure what she had in mind until I saw her reach for the strapon harness. Oh my god my tiny daughter is about to fuck my sissy ass cunt with this monster cock. She stands and dons the harness right over her jeans. I was slightly disappointed at not seeing her take her jeans off. For some reason I was hoping to see her panties, as I knew from doing laundry in the past that my darling Alicia loved very sexy panties.

After she had the harness on and cinched up tight she took the monster dildo cock from my mouth and ordered me to help attach it to the harness. I cannot even begin to explain the erotic sight of my 5’1″ daughter standing there with a twelve-inch fat cock protruding from between her legs. It looked even more freakishly huge on her small frame than it did lying on the table. “Suck my cock elazığ escort SISSY COCK WHORE dad”! Alicia grabbed the hair of my wig and pulled my face to her massive cock and forced it into my mouth. “Get it really wet BITCH or this next part will make you scream”. I did my best to spit on it as much as possible. “Ok now bend over the ottoman Sissy”. I lay on my stomach across the ottoman and felt my tiny daughter with the giant cock move up behind me.

Alicia spits into her hand and rubs it onto my asshole before moving closer and lining up her enormous cock with my boi pussy. “Take a breath and let it out Sissy”. As I exhale I feel her drive the fat cock right into my waiting hole. Alicia pushed about half of the cock into me before she stops. I am writhing in agony, as before now I have never started with the big daddy of all my toy cocks. She pushed it in so fast and so deep that it took my breath away or I am sure the neighbors would have heard me scream. As she held it deep inside me she leaned over my back and said, “How does your daddy pussy like my big cock?”

Daddy pussy? I shivered at her words still unable to speak. Where did this woman come from and where was my sweet little girl? I heard her laugh as she straightened back up.

“I have wanted to fuck a man pussy for a long time” she said. Who would have ever thought I would be fucking my Sissy dad right in his boi cunt. Where were these words coming from? My daughter had never spoken this way. So nasty, so demeaning, I LOVED it.

She began to pull back until only the fat head of her giant cock was left inside my daddy pussy as she called it. Then she pushed again, hard. I felt my breath again leave my body, and she didn’t stop this time until I felt her pelvis against my ass cheeks. I knew without a doubt she had driven all twelve inches of her cock into my ass. I could not breathe or speak. I was dying it hurt so much but at the same time I was turned on more than I have ever been before. Never before had I been able to push all twelve inches into myself. Yet here was my small 5’1″ daughter driving it into me and not caring about my agony. She simply wanted to fuck me and she was not going to be deterred. Alicia began to rhythmically piston in and out of her daddy pussy with her giant cock. Slowly the pain stopped and I could again focus on what was happening.

I was bent over the ottoman in the middle of my living room dressed like a cock loving sissy whore and my own precious daughter was pile driving my daddy pussy with the largest of all my toy cocks. How did this happen? Would it happen again? Did I even want it to happen again? Oh god this feels so good. I didn’t even realize I was moaning and begging my daughter to fuck me like the bitch I longed to be until Alicia spoke.

As she laughed and pushed harder she said, “My own dad I can’t believe my own dad loves fat cock in his daddy pussy”. It was true, I was loving it. I was loving every hard inch of it. Alicia grabbed my panty-clad hips and started pulling me back to meet her thrusts fucking me harder.

Suddenly she pulled all the way out and ordered me over on my back. My daddy pussy felt empty and I could feel it gaped wide open. I landed on my back and Alicia right away took my stocking covered legs and put them over her shoulders. Moving in she shoved her massive cock back into my waiting hole and started fucking me hard and fast.

Here I was, on my back being fucked in my man pussy by my own sweet daughter. I was being forced to see her face as she drove into me. Alicia leaned forward pushing me up onto my shoulders and she fucked down into me. My own cock was dangling right over my face. I wondered if this was her plan. “Stroke your Sissy FAGGOT clit daddy!” Reaching up I started stroking my cock. The huge cock slamming in and out of my ass prevented me from becoming more than slightly erect. But I stroked my semi soft sissy clit anyway.

In less than two minutes I began spewing cum down onto my face and some into my mouth which was open and moaning. Seeing this Alicia drove deep and held her big cock all the way into my daddy pussy. When I finished cumming she slowly pulled out and let my legs fall and my feet touch the floor. Alicia walked around and bent to rub the cock head on my face collecting cum on it. After a moment she shoved it right into my mouth and ordered me to lick my cum off her cock and suck it clean. “Taste your daddy pussy on my cock”.

After she was satisfied that I had cleaned her cock thoroughly. She backed away and stood up. Alicia ordered me to help her take the cock off. I helped her and she sat on the couch to rest. I noticed a big wet spot in the crotch of her jeans and wondered if she had cum from fucking her sissy daddy. I knelt on the floor at her feet.

As I knelt she opened her jeans and slid her hand into them. My daughter started rubbing her pussy right in front of me. Her head leaned back and moans were coming from her mouth. I wanted to slide her jeans down so badly and be obliged with the sight of her sweet pussy but I knew better than to touch her without her permission. She had not said this but I just knew somehow, it would be the rule. I did not kid myself as to who was in charge here. She had the recording and I knew it. I knew I would be doing anything my suddenly dominant daughter said from now on.

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The dawn light illuminated the tent and I rubbed my wet ass with a towel and slipped into my jeans and top. Jim’s cock still looked semi hard and I rolled it my hand and started to milk it. There was no sign of any change in hardness from his pole but it felt good and made my own cock start to stand up hard.

I unzipped the tent and got out, as I stood up and stretched in the cool morning air, and gazed at the sights and sounds around us.

“Hey how goes it man,” said the guy on the next pitch.

“Ok, it’s a great morning isn’t it?” I responded.

“You two guys aren’t into fishing really, are you?” he quizzed.

“Oh no?” I said “what makes you say that fella?”

“I liked the Asthma bit last night, that’s a first and original if I ever heard it” he said with a sneer.

“Mind your own God damn business will you!” said Jim as he emerged from the tent “what’s it got to do with you anyhow?”

He stepped right up to the guy within inches of his face and sucked in a great lungful of air, puffing out his great hairy chest.

He looked twice his size and ominously threatening.

“Ok, Ok you made your point and I think I made mine,” said the guy as he back peddled away from the situation.

He wondered away back towards his own pitch and when a comfortable distance away he made a hand gesture and said something neither of us could make out.

I grabbed Jim’s sleeve as he was about to go after the guy.

“Leave it, let’s get out of here and try another campsite or maybe even go home”

“The cheeky god’damn bastard” Jim huffed and puffed.

We dismantled the tent and packed all the equipment back up into its carrying cases and loaded the car. We drove out of the track and onto the main road.

“Let’s go home shall we?” I said

“Sure, but maybe we can stop somewhere along the way and have a ‘play” Jim smiled

“Sure why not,” I responded

We drove along the road and I slid across the front bench seat close up to Jim.

My hand sliding up and down his inner thigh and occasionally up over the front of his jeans. I could feel his cock rising inside and slowly unzipped him and pulled the front of his trousers wide apart. His white briefs were packed full of hard throbbing cock and I massaged tekirdağ escort his growing cock through the tight white cotton.

I couldn’t resist it any longer and tugged at the tight elastic band, pulling it outwards to reveal the pulsing pole that lay beneath.

My other hand delved into the hot and sweaty heart of his pants and gripped his shaft tightly. He slipped back in his seat and closed his eyes and I could feel him almost relax at the prospect of what was to come.

I tugged his cock completely out of his pants and helped his balls to sit over the elastic band. It gave tension to his ball sack and I could concentrate all my efforts on his cock.

I rubbed it with both hands and spit on his cock head to lubricate his foreskin. It made the rolling of his cock so much easier as I gripped hard at the base with one hand and started to quicken the pace with my other hand.

He started to buck and ride my fists as they pounded his meat and I dropped my hot lips onto his cock head. Licking and sucking at the tip of his meat made him groan and ride my mouth. He tried in vain to get more cock into my mouth but I teased him and resisted, licking the tip with long slow straight licks right up the shaft to the very tip of his now bright purple cock head.

I became aware of a slight tapping noise in sync with the bobbing of my head over Jim’s huge monster pole. I glanced up to see a check shirted forestry worker stood at the window of the car with his cock out, stroking it in time to my head. His shirt sleeve was catching the car window and his cock was poking out through the front of his blue coverall. I gasped in surprise and Jim opened his eyes and stared at the man who didn’t stop stroking his cock.

“Go ahead you guys, don’t mind me, this is the best ever,” said the guy.

“Shall we?” I asked.

“Why not,” said Jim “It’s too late now”

Jim pressed the window down button and the driver’s side window slid down as the motor whirred.

The guy stood nearer to the car door and his cock was poking through the window opening. Jim grabbed a handful of this new cock as I continued sucking and licking. The forestry guy reached into the car and stroked the parts of tokat escort Jims cock not already in my mouth. He also tried to put a couple of fingers into the corner of my mouth and I sucked them as I sucked Jims cock head at the same time.

The guy started to moan and groan as his cock pulsed and a thick white single stream of come shot all over the door panel and seat of the car. This was followed by several more pulses of come shooting wildly over the outside of the door panel and wing of the car.

“Jeez you guys, that was hellish good, let me return the favour,” and he leaned into the car and took Jims hard pole into his mouth and sucked him to a conclusion. His mouth was firmly clamped over Jims cock head and as he pumped his spunk into the guy’s mouth, you could see him drinking down every last drop. When Jims had shot his last stream the guy took his head off the purple cock head and licked his lips.

“Can I suck you too, young fella?” he asked.

“Sure, come round this side,” I said.

I opened the car door and unzipped my pants and slid my briefs down over my now hard cock.

The guy knelt at the open door and without any pre warning his head dropped onto my cock head and he was slobbering and sucking me for all he was worth.

It took literally just a minute for me to start to blow my wad into his mouth and exactly the same as Jim he sucked every last drop out of my cock and balls not losing a drop. He rubbed his mouth with the back of his hand and stood up, zipping his pants and coverall and said goodbye and went into the forest track.

“How about that?” I asked

“How about that, indeed,” replied Jim.

“I know he made my cock ache,” I said “he sure knew what he was doing there!”

“Let’s get back on the road,” said Jim, and we turned back onto the highway and made our way back home.

We pulled into our driveway and started to unload all the tackle into the garage.

Mom came out to look at what we were doing and kissed us both on the cheek.

“Well, how did it go,” she asked.

“Ok I suppose,” I said “not really what we thought it would be”

There was an awkward silence as we continued the unloading process.

“I hadn’t expected trabzon escort you back today so I guess I should go to the supermarket and get something for evening meal,” she said

She went into the house and took her coat and car keys and said she would be back in a little while.

“Race you upstairs,” Jim said.

He was gone like a flash, running up the stairs two at a time. I followed him and saw him disappear into my room, I followed and shut and locked the door.

He was already totally naked with his pole raising up and pulsing with eager anticipation. I stripped naked in a matter of seconds and lunged at his rock hard cock with both hands.

I stroked it and sucked at it eagerly as he worked his way into a laying 69 position and fingered my ass hole with two then three fingers, gently running his tongue over my now rigid cock end.

He knelt up and indicated that I should kneel in front of him. My cock was solid and stuck straight up in the air, my balls hanging tightly under it and I tingled from head to toe.

He pushed my head down towards the mattress and with a gentle but firm movement, slid the whole length of his cock into me. I thought I felt it pushing out of my throat, he gave me so much cock all in one thrust. It felt magic, super, exhilarating and made my own cock move in time with his thrusts into my bowels.

He pumped all of his 9″ in and out the full stroke. My mouth itched, my eyes became tight and my face contorted as a huge and powerful orgasm welled up inside me. I felt my ball sack lift up to my body, and as he slid his whole length in and out of my ass I could feel the single long string of white creamy come shoot from my slit. It dribbled and shot in time with his thrusts. I felt his cock going harder and his hot balls hitting my ass as he started to unload deep into me.

He continued to shaft me even when there was no more come to shoot and he was on auto-pilot.

He pumped and pumped as the tremors shot through him and into his legs which shook the bed from top to bottom.

He pulled his now shrinking cock from my ass and it dribbled the remaining drops onto the bedclothes. We both made our way shakily to the shower and both stepped into the tray and turned on the warm water.

I kneaded his cock and ass and he responded in kind doing the same to me, with lots of shower gel and warm water I came yet again.

We towelled each other dry and I went back into my bedroom and lay flat out on the bed totally and utterly exhausted by the recent events, Dad went into his bedroom and fell fast asleep on their king size bed.

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This is a continuation of an earlier work of fiction titled “Crack-Head”. You may want to read that before continuing, though it probably isn’t necessary. — I had so much fun with my messed-up, drugged-out crack-head daughter Hannah the first time that I just couldn’t wait to bring her back for more. The rest of that evening was spent making a few arrangements, and the next morning I called her up bright and early to tell her to come on over in the afternoon for round two.

She showed up around 3 p.m. looking like complete dogshit. She’d obviously already blown a fair amount of the money I had given her as reward for the thorough face-fucking to which she had submitted.

“Hi, there, cunt,” I grinned as she walked through my door looking bleary-eyed and unkempt, wearing a loose, dirty t-shirt and pair of shorts with the word “Hottie” printed across the seat. She tried a smile, “Hi, Daddy.” “Rough night, huh? Well, go take a shower and brush your teeth. I can smell your filthy ass from across the room, and I’m not sticking my cock in there until you’ve washed it, no matter how much you beg me.”

I walked up to her and put my arm around her waist, pulling her to me tightly and running my tongue up the side of her face. She closed her eyes and grunted as her resistance already began to give way, so I stuck one hand up her shirt and pinched her nipples roughly.

“This is going to be a day to remember, bitch,” I smirked, then turned her around and pushed her in the direction of the bathroom.

When she came out from the shower, I had a surprise ready.

“I bought you some new work clothes, slut. Put them on.”

Laying on the bed in front of her were a tiny red miniskirt, a skimpy white tank bursa escort top with two cherries on the front, and a pair of five-inch red high heels. No panties.

As she began dressing, I took out my digital camera and started snapping pictures. “We’re going to document the occasion today,” I said. “These are the ‘before’ photos.”

Once she was finished, I gave her some red clips to put her hair up in pigtails. Then, I helped her make up her face using some blush, mascara and eye liner, and bright red lipstick I had bought. She looked like a perfect little-girl whore, and it was making my cock hard, so I went ahead and took off my own clothes.

Continuing our photo shoot, I had her walk around in her new outfit and strike all kinds of poses. I got a variety of great pictures – standing, sitting with her legs crossed, laying down, close-ups of her slutty face in various expressions, and some classic naughty poses with her skirt raised showing her bald puss and tight young ass.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. I sat on the edge of the bed stroking my prick and made her crawl over to me on all fours. I took a picture of her on her knees between my legs with my hard cock aiming at her face – just an inch away – then groaned and started to piss. She squealed in alarm and tried to get up as the first blast of smelly urine hit her in the face, but I grabbed her by the hair and held her down while spraying her lips and cheeks and continuing to document her degradation with my camera.

She was by then sobbing openly and fighting to keep the piss out of her mouth, so I shook her by the hair and said sternly, “Open.” “I can’t,” she cried, and çanakkale escort while her mouth was briefly open I put down the camera and – still holding her by the hair – pushed three fingers down her throat, making her gag and retch. When I pulled my hand out of her mouth, it was covered with disgusting slime and drool, so I smeared it all over her pissy face, which was already streaked with tears and makeup.

“You love it, don’t you? Admit it, you need this.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy, I didn’t think so at first, but I do.” Her eyes were bloodshot but pleading. “Please don’t stop.”

“All right, you piece of shit, it’s time to pop that cherry ass of yours,” I said, raising her unsteadily to her feet, turning her around, and bending her over against the bed. I lifted her skirt up and smeared a nice dab of her throat-snot against her puckered shithole, then rammed my raging hard-on up inside her.

I don’t mind telling you that I fucked that dirty little bitch up the ass just as hard as I could. I really wanted to hear her scream and cry and beg, and she did not disappoint me. “Oh God! Please!” she yelled through sobs.

“Aww, does the poor little baby want her daddy to stop?” I mocked her cruelly while pulling slowly out of her tender crapper.

“No, please, deeper!” she responded quickly.

“Okay, sweetheart, there, there, everything is going to be all right” I said, grinning as I looked down at my blood and shit-covered rod. “Just sit down and rest for a minute while Daddy cleans up.”

I had her sit on the floor with her legs stretched out in front of her and her head resting on the side of the bed, then straddled her chest rize escort and shoved my stinking cock between her whorishly red lips. Holding a pigtail in each hand, I gripped her head motionless, held it solidly against the mattress, and began thrusting firmly to the back of her throat. After a few dozen times, I pushed as hard as I could and felt a pop as the last inch of my dick entered swiftly and my balls banged against her chin. “Oh, yeah!” I grunted. “That’s a good little girl. We’re going to open up your throat really wide today. Now get ready, I hope you’re thirsty.”

Then making sure she couldn’t move I started to piss again, this time directly down her throat. Her eyes were wide with anticipation, which only excited me further. Once my bladder was emptied into her belly, I pulled out of her mouth and pushed her up onto the bed on her back. I had her lift her legs up as high as possible by pulling on her own ankles, then re-entered her hideously stretched asshole again. I was really enjoying the intense sensation this time, and stroked a little more slowly.

Leaning forward and looking her deep in the eyes, I felt the cum boiling up in my balls. She was crying uncontrollably now. “Open your eyes, whore, and look at your daddy while he cums inside your ass,” I sneered. When her eyes met mine, I came hard and repeated the words, “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.”

She shuddered and breathed, barely audible, “Oh, oh, oh, Daddy,” and came with me, her whole body shaking and convulsing with the power of her first orgasm of the day.

I withdrew and made her scoop the jism from her ass and eat it while I took eight or 10 “after” photos. I offered her a cigarette, and took a number of pictures of her messy face while she took drag after drag until I finally got so turned on that I jacked off onto her face while she smoked.

Just then, we heard footsteps in the hall, and in walked my best friend John. He laughed when he saw us and said slyly, “Hey, pal. I got your message. Looks like you started without me. Is she warmed up yet?”

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The girl that he saw standing at his mothers front door was nothing like he’d expected. Her dark hair fell around the fair skin of her face and licked her cheekbones. Her eyes, which sought his in greeting, were disarming and unusual, grey within a deep blue circumference, and when she smiled at him they crinkled up in support of her mouth. For the next hour he sat with them all in the front room and he watched her charm everyone. She was all genuine, heartfelt warmth and good cheer, and it illuminated her. Even though she had just blown in from the street, with the cold still clinging to her, and the mist shining in her hair, she lit up his mothers front room and her warmth seeped into every corner.

She played subconsciously with her hair as she talked, twisting it up into a large claw clip, exposing her smooth white neck, emphasising the line of her jaw, before letting it spill out over her shoulders and lick at her cheeks again. She did this repeatedly, taming, releasing, taming, releasing. He made himself take his eyes off her. It was quite the effort for him to appear casual. Whilst sharing stories of her travels her eyes would land on him, the sun shone out of them, and he could not bare it in a room full of people. He realised with some disturbance that he wanted her to look at him alone. He was greedy for her attention.

So when she slipped out of the room, he followed at leisure and found her fiddling with the lock on the back door. She turned on that brilliant smile that he knew had convinced a hundred men to do her bidding.

“If you help me open this door I’ll make it worth your while.”

“What will you give me?”

“Anything you want,” she laughed uncomfortably.

“I can’t believe you are trying to escape already,” he said dryly as he worked the lock.

And she laughed. It made him feel wonderful in a schoolboy kind of way. He had made her laugh.

They tumbled out into the back garden and she regarded him as she dug around in her handbag for her cigarettes. Finding one she lit up and leaned back against the wall, looking around. She was uncomfortable and he could have filled the silence with inane chatter about something. But the tension between them as they stood in the tiny rear yard was entrancing, electric, confronting, and so delicious that he didn’t want it to end prematurely. Neither did she it would seem. She had swapped the happy chatter of the front room for something else entirely. He expected her to try to fill the quiet void and make everything easy and companionable, try to disarm bilecik escort his quiet mood, push him into a more relaxed congenial humour. Perhaps they would share a joke and she’d see him laugh. That would make her feel more at ease, and by rights he knew he should give that to her. Then the light in her eyes would shine on him again, and he would bathe in it. But that would come another time.

After a while she glanced sideways at him, looking up from under long lashes.

“So, what is it we are to each other,” she half whispered. She had apparently decided that attack was her best form of defence.

“Hmmm… That all depends what you mean.” He turned in to her conspiratorially and made a little corner of their bodies against the wall. Though the were not touching it was an intimate gesture. He could see the rise and fall of her breasts as she sucked in some deep breaths, and it excited him that this was the effect that his proximity had on her.

She needed something to distract her and so drew back on her cigarette.

“Can I have a puff,” he asked, just to watch her hand, slightly trembling, move towards him through the small space between them. He took it gently, without making contact with her, and held it between his fingers.

“Well….,” she really didn’t want to have to say it, and now she turned to face him and the light from the window fell fully on her face. A little crease of disapproval had appeared between her eyebrows. “We are…related,” she hissed secretively.

And there it was. Everything that had been said between them up to this point could have been an exchange between any two cousins. But now she had given voice to the undercurrent and she was looking for an early resolution, she wanted to know how it would end. So soon? He knew she was probably used to feeling powerful around men and here, in this situation, felt confused by the power shift. But he wasn’t going to let her get out of it that easily. He knew what he had to do to keep her balanced on a knifes edge.

He drew back on the cigarette and used the opportunity to take in huge, delicious eye-fulls of her. Being obvious, making sure she was aware of his appreciative gaze. She was so well put together. He ran his eye languidly over those inviting curves, so well proportioned, hourglass. Skin so soft, yielding, young, flawless. The hollow of her throat. The sway of her back. Her stance. Her breasts. He felt like a predator. Even when he had been 25 (her age now) he had never met any manisa escort girl like this. Which was a good thing because he wouldn’t have known what the hell to do with her back then. But now, 10 years later he knew that she was something rare, and this night was something rare. They would never be the same people again and never feel quite the same as they did right in this moment. So tonight they should immerse themselves in it, entwine their lives and bodies and minds so completely that they wouldn’t know where one stopped and the other began.

Scenarios of all her secret places that he would go, ran through his head in a giant mosaic. The sweep of her bottom to her thigh, looking up at the underside swell of her breasts, his thumb grazing across her nipple, his mouth on the side of her neck, her head thrown back in passion.

“So we are,” he said giving nothing away with his words whilst his gaze painted a different picture for her all together.

Emma

She wanted him to take her. Right then and there in his mothers courtyard. She wanted to surrender herself to him and let him do anything he wanted to. If he had been anyone else, she would have cornered him, propositioned him. She wasn’t shy. But this time she found that she was the prey rather than the hunter, and she was in fear. Fear of what he would do to her when he caught her, but an even greater fear than that. The fear that he would leave her, and not bother with her at all.

She believed that he still hadn’t made up his mind. There were complications. They had never met before this night but they had both been raised on the same Irish Catholic Values, where guilt was a very large feature of the education system. Now, usually Catholic guilt only goes to improve fucking out of wedlock, making it that little bit more naughty. But cousins, uh uh, cousins, no matter how distant, were still family. And you just didn’t fuck family did you! She wondered if this was adding to his allure. Was it the illicit nature of her feelings making her so wet between the legs that it was painfully erotic to move. He had to take her. He had to give it to her. So she did something that she loathe to do and laid her cards on the table. To try to secure the deal as it were.

So when he said, “So we are.”

she said, “I don’t think I can go inside now Declan.”

“Why ever not.”

“Because my knickers are soaking wet,” she whispered, staring at her feet. How was he making her feel this way? “Show me,” he demanded.

She mersin escort froze…what did he mean?

“Take them off,” he said.

She glanced nervously sideways at the light spilling from the kitchen window.

“They can’t see you in the dark here, not when they have the light on” he chastised.

She reached up under her skirt and hooked her thumbs under the waistband, pushing her undies down and wriggling a little to get them down and over her heels. Then she bunched them up in her fist. He put out his hand and she still couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Give them to me.” He unfurled them and held them out in front of him.

She hadn’t dressed to be undressed. They weren’t anything terribly special but he seemed to admire them for a second and then popped them in his pocket.

She found the nerve to look at his face again and the eyes she found there were soft and deep and the darkest warmest brown. He was looking at her kindly. He stepped into her and leant over to whisper in her ear

“Show me more,” he said. His warm breath shimmering down the side and back of her neck.

She reached out to him.

“Don’t touch me,” he ordered softly. He leant in closer to her and she could feel his cock pressing into her thigh. She felt a proud desire for the erection that she had given him. Her stomach clenched and a shiver shot down into her pussy which spasmed and clenched aching for his prick to fill it.

“Put your finger into your pussy,” he said, “and show me how wet your slutty little hole is Emma. But don’t come. You’re not allowed to come yet”

Yet she thought, and gasped as her cunt spasmed again but she didn’t make a move to touch herself.

“Do it Emma! It’s begging to be touched. It’s not like you haven’t touched it before is it. I bet you play with that fucking beautiful, sopping cunt all the time.”

Emma squeaked a repressed moan and exhaled. No one had ever dared speak to her like this and she was disturbed and excited to find she loved it.

She pushed her breasts into his chest “Touch me!” She hissed forcefully in his ear.

“If you want me to touch you Emma, you are going to have to do as I say.”

He was calm, and she was so desperate to please him that she reached between her legs and, avoiding her clit, soaked two fingers in her juices. After which,meeting his eyes with a look of defiance, she held them up in front of him where the light caught them sparkling in the darkness.

“Declan!” Someone called from deep within the house.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, “Now taste yourself Emma.”

She was starting to feel humiliated but didn’t want him to know, so as she brought her fingers down to her mouth, and brought out her tongue to lick them clean in 2 long, slow strokes, front and back, she never took his eyes off his and was pleased when she saw a brief flicker of weakness in his countenance.

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The warm water from the shower felt great cascading over my tanned skin. I have always loved showering, and this night for some reason, it felt particularly good. It was Thursday night, the first night of vacation in Cabo San Lucas and I did not have to rush off to anywhere early in the morning. Our arrival earlier in the day had kicked off a week of relaxation. Each year I take my wife and daughter to Mexico. However, with my wife’s passing this year, I almost cancelled. But my teenaged daughter really wanted to go and take her friends.

In the end, I brought Nicole my 18 year daughter and her best friend Bella. The girls claimed the bedroom on the 2nd floor of the villa. I took the master loft on the 3rd floor overlooking the living room. After unpacking and cooling off in the pool, we all hung out for a bit. Watching two 18 year old girls in bikinis was a great way to relax, even if one of them was my daughter. Bella’s black shoulder length hair and slim figure was a nice contrast to my fair skinned, curvy and slightly shorter daughter. Nicole had chopped her hair into a pixie cut before the trip in order to better enjoy all the time she planned on spending in the water. Both girls attracted a lot of attention, and I fought to keep my thoughts in check as I watched them. Finally the girls went their separate way and I went out to the deck to enjoy the sound of the surf. After finishing my margarita, I went indoors to wash the pool water off of me.

Everyone was finally asleep in the villa. Nicky and Bella had kept giggling until I finally turned out the lights for them. But now, their snoring hinted that they were out cold. I had left the door ajar so that I could hear if anyone called for me.

I could just relax and let the warm water do its magic on my tall, athletic frame. It had been years since I left the military, but I kept my 45 year old body in shape. I had no plans to return to the dating scene after my wife’s passing, but I did get second glances, and more than one lady has traced the outline of one of my tattoos. As I turned from side to side and from front to back I would duck my head in and out of the spray. It felt fantastic. I started to feel that familiar feeling again between my legs. My cock thickened and began to hang heavy between my legs, the circumcised head started darkening as my cock engorged itself. Yes this was one of those nights I could give myself a good stroke. I closed my eyes as my thoughts drifted from my many fantasies. Which one to choose? As my mind drifted from fantasy to fantasy my cock got thicker and thicker and hung heavier and began to rise forward between my legs.

Then I heard a noise. The telltale sound of someone walking up the tile steps to the master bedroom. I tried to listen to see if anyone was calling me, but nothing. It was then I noticed something out the corner of my eye. Some movement or something just passed the doorway. I immediately looked up. It then hit me. Shit, I said under my breath. Someone had heard the shower and had woken up. Who could it be?

Panic set in. I turned immediately to hide myself. My cock was still very heavy between my legs and it could be quite embarrassing for anyone to see me like that, obvious that I was jerking off in the shower. It was the only sexual release I had been getting recently. I glanced back toward the door and watched.

Was it my imagination? Was there someone there? If there really was, I would hope they would call out or something, announcing that they was there.

For a brief moment the thought crossed my mind that it was the wind but that thought quickly faded when I saw her through the crack in the door. It was definitely my daughter’s friend Bella. She had was hiding outside my bathroom. My head was slightly turned but I was able to clearly see her. She didn’t seem to notice me.

Moments passed and she made some noise yet again. This time when I looked, she was much closer to the door. Her gaze was at my body at first but then quickly she looked up toward my face. I hastily looked away acting like I did not see her.

My heart raced. She was definitely taking advantage of the situation and checking me out. Surely now she will call out and announce that she was there and that she was wondering what the noise was. But she did not.

I laughed it off and lightly shook my head back and forth in disbelief. My daughter’s friend was actually checking me out. Well that’s it, I figured. That was the end of it. She had gotten her little peek in and surely now she would go back to bed. I relaxed a little and turned to face the spray of water. I had yet to shampoo my hair and fully soap up and clean myself.

As I started to do so I again saw movement out of the corner of my eye. This time I only caught a glimpse muğla escort of something in the hallway. ‘Oh she must be on her way back to bed’ I naively thought to myself as I again turned my body to continue washing. But several long moments passed and I did not hear footsteps on the very loud Mexican tile. What is she doing? I was beginning to get a little impatient. I don’t want to wait forever.

Eventually I turned my head and looked directly out toward the door. Seeing nothing I tried to listen for her. Still nothing. It then occurred to me that a direct line of sight through the door was not the only way to see into the bathroom. Using the mirror above the sink you could see the shower if you stood in just the right location. It just so happened that that location was very near the stairs. I held my breath.

When she had come up from the bedrooms, she could have very easily noticed and if she had found that spot she would have a wonderful view of me standing there naked in the shower. I discretely searched the mirror for the proper angle. My heart raced when I found it. Sure enough she was there. She was hiding herself behind the corner of the wall next to the bathroom door. Seeing her I did my best to casually drift my eyes past her position as if I did not notice her. In so doing, I saw that she was not alone! My daughter Nicole was also spying on me! In spite of my attempt to be subtle, the panicked and quickly ducked back behind the corner of the wall concealing themselves and cutting off their view.

I could not believe it, my daughter and her friend were not only checking me out but they were actually spying on me. The little minxes were voyeurs! My mind was awash with thoughts as I still could not come to grips that they were actually doing this. I began to doubt myself. Maybe my mind was playing tricks on me and my daughter was doing something else. I had to know for sure. I again peeked into the mirror but this time even more discretely. Yes they were still there. Out of the corner of my eye I could make out their outlines. They were still there alright and watching me intently. I began to feel awkward. It then hit me fully. I can’t possibly let this continue.

What to do… what to do, I quickly thought to myself. My heart raced even faster. I felt like calling out but something inside stopped me. Deep down I knew nothing good could come of it, busting them like that. They would feel awkward and I would feel awkward. We were going to be living in this villa for the next week. So yes it was better to let them have her little fun and be done with it. But in order for this charade to continue, I can’t let on like I know, I have to shower normally or at least try. In doing so I would have to turn and face the water at some point and time and thereby expose myself to them and allow my daughter and her friend to see me.

Knowing my daughter’s eyes were on me was a strange feeling. Slowly I turned and faced the water exposing myself to this these teenage girls for the first time. Surely their eyes were dancing over my body and paying particular attention to my large cock and balls. From their angle they were seeing me pretty much in profile with a slight angle towards them. With my cock continuing to grow between my legs I could only imagine what this all looked like to them. What was going through my daughter’s mind? She must be getting some strange pleasure from this. It must be turning her on or fascinating her in some way or why else would she stay there and watch.

I brought my hands up and ran them through my hair as I tried to act natural. As I did this I rinsed water over my face and head and I then stepped back to let the water hit me in my chest. The water cascaded down my body and over my cock and balls. It felt great. I could not help looking down at myself and again imagining how this all looked to the two girls watching me. I was consumed with the thought of these girls’ eyes on me. From their angle they would have a wonderful view of the water as it cascaded down my body to my cock where it streamed off the tip and down into the drain. Slowly I turned my body to face my daughter and her friend. My cock hung long and thick down between my legs and they were seeing it for the first time straight on. I felt myself immediately get hot as I knew their eyes were on me and on my cock and balls.

I felt my cock begin to stir and thicken. It slowly inched its way downward and then started to arch upwards. Shit, this was arousing me! I can’t possibly let myself get aroused not in front of my daughter and her friend. It is one thing to let her see me naked and quite another for her to see me getting an erection. I can’t let this happen, I can’t possibly let ordu escort myself get hard but my cock had a mind of its own. I turned to hide it from them. I began to panic. I can’t possibly shower like this Nicole and Bella will know something is up, they will know that I know. But if I turn they will see me, they will see my growing erection. I must calm myself, I must relax, I repeated quietly to myself but it was of no use.

My daughter’s eyes were on me — she and her friend knew what I had been doing. My cock had thickened and push up and outward yet further. I grabbed the soap and proceeded to wash my upper body. This was a huge mistake. My skin had become ultra-sensitive from my arousal and the feeling of my own soapy hands gliding over my chest made my cock stiffen even more. I was now fully erect. It was that quick.

Take a deep breath maybe it will ease up and go away, I told myself but I knew that this was foolish and was not going to happen. Well if I do not turn soon and shower more normally they will know something is up. Nicole and Bella will know that I know they are watching me. But if I do turn, they will also know something else. They will know something very special about me. They will know something very special about my cock and balls. They will know what my cock looks like when it is hard. They will know its size and strength, its thickness and veiny contours. They will know of my balls and their roundness and fullness and how they pull up taught at the base of my cock when I am erect.

It was then that I knew I was going to do it. I was going to turn and expose myself fully to my daughter Nicky and her friend. I was going to let them see me. I also knew I was not doing it to protect their innocence or to protect their little voyeuristic secret from me, but it was for my own want and desire to expose myself to my daughter and her friend. I had to admit it. These girls secretly watching me had stirred something inside me that was driving me crazy. My body, my cock, my mind was telling me so.

Their little secret, would become my little secret, would become our little secret. I did not care that it was inappropriate or simply wrong to be exposing myself to Nicole and Bella. Maybe it was because of these things, and my new found incestuous lust that was making me so excited. In any case the decision was made.

I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my chest as I slowly began to turn. My heart pounded hard and heavy in my chest. It seemed like it took forever to come around but when I did and my cock came into full view I heard faint but distinctive gasps come from beyond the door. They were definitely there and my daughter was seeing me in full glory. Amazingly with the knowledge that their eyes were on me, my cock stiffen yet further. It felt like it was going to explode and I had yet to touch it.

I tried to act casual but found it extremely difficult. How can anyone with a woman secretly watching him shower while he is sporting a huge erection? I had to, I had to keep up this charade. So in profile view I rinsed the soap off my chest and then worked each of my arms. First lathering them up and then rinsing them off. What an incredible turn on. My skin tingle from my own touch.

Now for my legs. Slowly I turned such that I faced them. As I did so I kept my head and gaze down, not wanting to spook them. My heart pounded and pounded. My daughter now had an unobstructed of my cock and balls straight on. I could see the outlines of both girls, I could see the obvious motion of them touching themselves – watching me. I started on my left leg first. I teasingly concealed my cock and balls from their view with my thigh. I then bent forward and did my calf and foot. As I cleaned myself I was very deliberate almost massaging myself. My soapy hands glided over my sensitive skin effortlessly.

Once finished, I started on my other leg in the same fashion. This time there was nothing blocking their view. As before, my cock and balls swayed heavily between my legs. As I began to soap up my thigh I turned my leg further out opening up my crotch further exposing myself more fully to them. I never felt so nasty and exposed in my life and I could only imagine how all this looked to them. I did my thigh first and then bent forward to reach down and did my calf and foot. Even over the smell of the soap, I caught a whiff of musky feminine scent.

It was now time for my cock and balls — and I am sure they were waiting for this as well. I was beside myself with anticipation and began to get dizzy. I felt so nasty to be exposing myself to my daughter and her friend in this way. This was it, I was going to really give these girls a show. With my crotch fully exposed osmaniye escort to them I lathered up the soap in my hands and began to massage it into my inner thighs at the base cock and balls. As I did this I pushed my hips forward and ever so slightly upward. This caused my cock and balls to turn up as well giving her a very personal view of the full length of the shaft of my cock and my swollen balls dangling at its base. I pushed my hands deep into my crotch forcing my swollen balls up even further.

My cock and balls were now prominently displayed for them, and surely imprinting an image in Nicole’s and Bella’s minds that they would never forget. What an incredible turn on! It was now time to finish myself off. I couldn’t wait any longer. I slowly worked my right hand up and around the shaft of my cock. I held it there as I held my breath. I am sure that they too were beside themselves. They knew what was next. I could hear the slick and sticky noises of their self-love from here.

Slowly I stroked down. The head of my cock swelled in size and became purple from the pressure. I almost exploded right then and there but somehow I held it off. I shuddered and I took a couple of deep breaths and then slowly and more cautiously stroked down again. I shuddered again and knew I would not be able to take much more of this. I released my cock just in time. It twitched and twitched but I held off coming. Yes I must hold off coming I told myself, I was enjoying this way too much to have it end so quickly.

I again soaped up my hands but this time I began on my balls. Slowly and very deliberately I cleaned and massaged them with both my hands. They were extremely full and quite sensitive. As I massaged them I pushed them from side to side and up and down and around and around. Even this was enough to set me off as my cock began to twitch yet again. I quickly removed my hands and watched along with the two voyeurs my cock twitch wildly.

‘Okay, enough is enough’ I said under my breath. I can’t take this any longer. I took my foot down and stood up straight and turned so my back was to the water. I was now again in profile to her but this time facing the other direction. I steadied my stance and pushed my hips slightly forward pushing my cock up and out toward the sky. I reached up and grabbed it.

This was it.

A few quick hard strokes and my daughter will see me empty my balls. These teenaged girls will see me cum, they will see me shudder, twitch, and convulse as stream after stream of my sperm shoots forth. The thought of my daughter and her friend seeing me do this excited me beyond what I knew possible. As I began to stroke I could not help finding them in the mirror. I did not care if they saw me see them.

Something inside me told me that it was safe. They would not be looking at my face, how could they? They would be focused on something else. They would be focused on my rock hard cock, my daughter and her friend would be focused on my hand as it pumped up and down on my shaft, they would be focused on my ejaculate as it shot forth for my cock.

Yes, they were there and they were watching me or, should I say watching my cock, but that was not all. Their bodies were shuddering up and down. I could not see but I knew exactly what this meant. Their hands were buried deep in their pussies and to my disbelief my daughter was vigorously fingering herself looking at my – her father’s — cock. She was flushed and the look in her eyes was intense. I would not disappoint her.

First, I called out my daughter’s friend’s name “Oh, Bella…” then one stroke, two strokes, and three quick strokes. I wanted her to know that I was thinking about her, even if she thought I didn’t know she was there.

Yes this was it.

I pushed my hips hard forward and gripped down hard on my cock. I called out my daughter’s name “Oh, Nicky…” as I exploded shooting stream after stream all the way to the back of the shower in a high arc.

My legs became weak as I continued to stroke my throbbing cock. Four, five, six streams of sperm continued to shoot forth with each pump. Finally it stopped but I kept pumping. It felt too good to stop. My cock was still hard, I could feel the veins pulse in my hand. I tried to pump some more but there was nothing left to give. Finally I stopped and opened my eyes not realizing that at some point I had closed them.

Do I dare look for them in the mirror? I decided against it. One of them may look up at my face to see my reaction, to see my satisfaction. I closed my eyes again and stepped back into the spray and let the warm water sooth me. Incredible, absolutely incredible. I turned and faced the water and proceeded to finish up.

As I toweled off, I knew they had long since vacated her hiding place. My thoughts turned to facing them without leading on like I knew. This could be quite difficult since they had just given me, indirectly, one of the most intense orgasms of my life. But I must do it. After drying off, I climbed into bed knowing that they were sleeping downstairs. What would the rest of the week bring?

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“I think I need to have a long talk with Miss Winterton,” Kelsey said darkly.

Before Carynne or Amanda could reply, Kelsey gave Amanda a reassuring kiss on her cheek and set off after Stacey, with the two girls quickly following her. The busy crowd made it difficult for her to gain much ground on her friend, however, and she was unable to catch up until Stacey and Siara had already reached the town square where they’d left the guys.

A huge crowd was surrounding the Bossa Ball playing field, and there was a very noticeable buzz coming from the assembled gathering. Rather than the buzz they’d noticed earlier, when all the spectators had been cheering and laughing, this one seemed rather more ominous.

Siara let out a small “Oh no!” before quickly setting off into the crowd, struggling to get through, with Stacey following closely on her heel. Kelsey gave Carynne and Amanda a confused glance, then she set off after the two tall girls.

Her slender size helped her flit through the massed crowd a bit easier, and she’d just caught up with Stacey and was about to grab her when they all reached the end of the throng and saw what the commotion was all about.

Ryan and Damon were standing just beside the massive trampoline-like playing field, being confronted by a group of large guys, several of whom were clenching their fists. Damon had a worried look on his face, likely on account of being outnumbered six to two, but Ryan seemed more angry than anything else.

“I don’t like losing to a cheater!” said a tall black guy, who seemed to be the leader of the group confronting the two swimmers.

“And I don’t like being called a cheater!” Ryan said heatedly. “You lost! Whining about it isn’t gonna help!”

The black guy took a step forward, loosely rolling his shoulders. The crowd held its collective breath, apparently waiting for the blows to start raining down, but Ryan just stepped forward himself, coming to stand within an inch of the taller guy, a menacing scowl on his face. Both Damon and the other guys stepped forward as well, and a fight seemed inevitable.

“Bugger!” Siara groaned.

“What’s going on?” Stacey asked.

“I don’t know, but he always gets into situations like these,” Siara sighed. “He always refuses to back down, even over the smallest bloody things!”

“Hang on, I’ll get my bodyguards,” Stacey said, looking around for the group of men that she knew would be close by. When she couldn’t see them, she frowned in annoyance, then she rejoined the crowd of people in an effort to go find them.

“We need to do something!” Amanda said anxiously, obviously worried over Damon.

“Yeah. Let’s go and see if we can get this resolved peacefully,” Kelsey agreed.

Siara, having heard the two girls, turned around and shook her head. “Don’t worry. Ryan and Damon aren’t in any danger.”

“That’s not really how it looks,” Carynne said with a determined grimace on her face. She’d never let a friend down when they needed her, and she wasn’t about to now, especially not when it concerned the brother of the girl she loved. She took a few steps towards the group of quarreling men, but Siara gently took hold of her arm and pulled her back.

“You don’t have to go over there. Ryan can easily handle these guys,” Siara said.

“Are you sure?” Amanda asked doubtfully. “They look awfully big to me.”

Siara smiled in a resigned fashion. “Trust me, Amanda.”

The girls fretted for another moment, then they returned their attention to the confrontation in the midst of the town square. Apparently Ryan and the black guy had traded some more verbal jabs, and the black guy was now clenching his jaw and his fists, obviously spoiling for a fight. “I think I’m going to beat the shit out of you and your boyfriend!” he sneered. “Maybe that will teach you not to just come here and ruin everyone’s fun.”

Ryan shrugged in an unconcerned manner. “Are you sure you have enough of your buddies with you to try it? There’s only six of you, after all.”

The blow came quickly, though it wasn’t the black guy who’d thrown it. One of the guys right behind him had stepped forward and swung a right hook at Ryan’s face.

Ryan stepped aside so smoothly that it seemed like his opponent was moving in slow-motion. He caught his adversary’s wrist, somehow wrapped his hand around it, then twisted it violently; with a loud scream of pain his opponent practically flipped in the air and landed on the pavement with a loud thud while Ryan kept holding on to his wrist and caused the guy’s arm to be extended just a little further than it should, at a very uncomfortable-looking angle.

Two of the other men rushed forward, but Ryan just squeezed the wrist a little harder, and the ensuing cries of anguish caused the two of them to back off again.

“Now, how about you all just walk out of here, I’ll let your buddy go, and we can all just forget this ever happened, okay?” Ryan said calmly.

The black guy and his friends looked at each other as if to ask the others artvin escort what they thought they should do. Before they could come to any kind of conclusion, however, several policemen broke through the cordon of spectators. The guys bolted at the first sign of the cops, leaving Ryan and Damon standing there while the policemen walked up to them.

“What is going here?” the officer in charge asked, his gaze alternating between the guy on the ground who was still being held by his wrist and the group of men who had already vanished into the crowd.

“Just a minor misunderstanding, sir,” Ryan said politely. “There was an argument over who’d won the last game. It’s nothing worth getting excited over.”

“Then why are you holding this man?”

“Because I want to make sure he understands that it’s nothing worth getting excited over as well,” Ryan said pointedly.

“Yes, yes! You guys won fairly, I agree!” the guy groaned, his face having turned white from the undoubtedly painful position he was in.

“Thank you,” Ryan said, letting go of the guy’s wrist. The guy winced in agony as he got up, clutching his sore wrist, then he scampered off in the same direction his buddies had gone.

“I apologize for the disturbance, sir,” Ryan said to the officer after the guy had left.

The policeman shrugged. “Winston and his friends are known to us; they tend to go around looking for trouble. I would advise you not to stick around and to return to your resort as quickly as possible, however.”

Ryan nodded. “We will. Thank you, sir.” Without saying anything else, he motioned for Damon to follow him, and they quickly walked off towards the girls who were waving at them.

“What the hell was that?” Damon asked, a little in awe.

“Nikkyo.” Ryan shrugged. When he saw that Damon didn’t understand, he added, “It’s Aikido.”

Damon waited for him to say something else, but apparently Ryan wasn’t in the mood to share more. The two of them reached the girls, and they both went to hug their girlfriends.

“I was really worried about you,” Amanda said after kissing Damon. “What happened?”

“I’m not really sure. One moment we’re playing the game, Ryan scores an awesome point, and the next thing we know, these guys are accusing us of cheating,” Damon explained.

“Well, I’m just glad you’re okay!” Amanda said in relief.

“Me too!” Damon grinned at her. “Though I think that Ryan could have easily held them off. I’ve never even seen a move like that before!”

They both looked over at Ryan, who was having a rather different sort of discussion with Siara.

“Why can’t you ever just back down?” Siara asked in a seemingly resigned tone.

“Come on, babe. It’s not my fault! They just jumped us after I scored and won the game!” Ryan said defensively.

“Did you cheat?”

“No! One guy on the other team had done the same thing not five minutes before, and nobody bitched at him about it!”

Siara sighed, after which she gave Ryan a huge hug. “I just wish you wouldn’t get caught up in all this nonsense.”

“Me too, Sia. But it’s not like I go looking for this kind of shit…”

“I know.”

The two of them looked at each other for several long moments, then they kissed.

Kelsey smiled at them both, then she looked at Damon and Amanda kissing, and her smile grew even bigger. She wanted nothing more than to kiss Carynne, but she figured there had been enough excitement for the afternoon already. The crowd was bound to go wild at seeing her and Carynne make out; after all, every other group of people that had ever seen the two of them kiss had gotten pretty excited too.

Stacey walked back up to her group of friends, her four bodyguards in tow. “I’m sorry that took so long! We kept missing each other!” she said, obviously annoyed. All four men looked decidedly chagrined, perhaps angry that they had managed to lose sight of their charge.

“It’s alright, Ryan took care of it,” Siara said with a wry smile. She looked at her boyfriend and was able to resist his silly grin for almost five seconds before she broke out laughing.

“I do think we should go, though. I don’t want that joker to come back with twenty of his buddies in tow,” Damon said.

“Yeah, let’s go. You guys want to go get changed, and then we can meet up for dinner later tonight at that grill just down Main Street?”

The girls all nodded their agreement, and the group set off back towards the resorts.

*** ***

As soon as Stacey closed the door to their villa behind her, she was confronted by an obviously angry Kelsey.

“I need to talk to you,” Kelsey said curtly.

“Okay. Here in the hallway, or do you want to go into the living room?” Stacey asked calmly, though she felt her stomach twist in a knot. She had a pretty good idea what the talk was going to be about, and she’d prepared arguments for both Damon and Amanda if they were to confront her. Kelsey being the one who was upset aydın escort because of it had never occurred to her, however.

Kelsey turned around without saying a word, storming into the living room. She saw Carynne settling into one of the leather couches and preparing to turn on the TV, and she walked over to her girlfriend. “I hate to do this to you, hon, but would you mind leaving us alone for a bit?” she asked.

Carynne nodded and quickly got up. “I’ll go take a shower. Just promise me you won’t do anything you’ll regret later, okay? I can tell you’re pretty angry,” she said seriously.

“I won’t, I promise,” Kelsey said softly.

Carynne gave her a long kiss, then she squeezed Kelsey’s amazing ass. “And if there’s going to be any make-up sex afterwards, you two better come have it in the shower with me!”

Kelsey tried not to, but she couldn’t help but giggle. Carynne just gave her a quick grin as she scampered off up the stairs, happy with herself for making Kelsey laugh again. She knew her well enough to know that making her laugh kept her from staying angry. She made up her mind to take an extra long shower, because the prospect of having sex with Kelsey and Stacey in the hot water made her pussy practically leak with desire.

As soon as her girlfriend disappeared from view, Kelsey’s smiling face turned back into a scowl, and she turned around and faced Stacey, who had taken a seat on the largest couch.

“What did you say to Amanda?” Kelsey demanded angrily, her fists on her hips.

“The truth.” Stacey shrugged. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And what’s your idea of the truth?”

“That you miss her, she misses you, and you’re both miserable because of it.”

Kelsey ordered her heart to stop messing around, as it skipped several beats before it began thudding quite heavily—which was nothing compared to the churning in her stomach. “Well, of course we miss each other, but that doesn’t make it right for you to trick her into coming into that dressing room and fuck me and Carynne!”

“Trick her? I didn’t trick her. I just told her what you and Carynne were doing, and I asked her if she missed it. She said yes, and she joined you two.”

“There must have been more than that! She wouldn’t just break her promise to Damon like that without something else!”

Stacey gave her a hurt look. “Why are you so angry at me, baby? Isn’t getting Amanda back what you wanted?”

“I’m the one that chose not to be with her and Damon anymore. It wasn’t her decision, or even what she wanted, so why didn’t you come talk to me? You’re acting like it was her fault!”

“Because you were absolutely right. For you to go off and be with Damon and Amanda while Carynne can’t join is completely unfair to Carynne. Talking with you about that wouldn’t really have made much sense, would it?” Stacey said in a reasonable tone of voice. She curled her knees up on the couch in front of her, locking her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. It was a position she always took when she had an argument with her dad, or with one of her brothers, since she knew it made her look cute.

“Stop trying to talk around the issue. I made a decision, and you went and talked with Amanda and tried to change her mind about what she’d decided. Why did you do that?”

“You were all so unhappy, anyone could see that! All of you have been sad and mopey during the past couple of weeks. You’re crying all the time, and I hate it! I hate seeing everybody in pain and so dreary; you most of all, Kel… I love you too much to not try to help when you’re unhappy,” Stacey said, her voice on the verge of breaking.

Kelsey felt her heart ache for her friend, and though she tried to maintain her anger, she could feel it melt like snow before the Bahama sun. She let out a deep sigh. “I love you too, Stace, but you didn’t have the right to interfere in Damon and Amanda’s lives like that.”

“I didn’t interfere, I swear! I just talked to them. All I said was that they’d already made an exception in their exclusivity for you, and it wouldn’t hurt them to make one for Carynne as well.”

“Wait… them? You talked to both of them?”

Stacey nodded.

“That doesn’t make any sense. Why was Amanda so upset that she hadn’t talked to Damon about it, then? If you’d already talked to both of them…”

Stacey blushed slightly. “Eh… I might not have told them that I’d also talked to the other one about it.”

“So you snuck around behind both their backs?”

“I didn’t sneak! I wanted to see how they both felt about it before I got them together to talk to them.”

“Why?”

Stacey frowned. “Because I figured it was easier to talk to them separately first, and—”

“No, I mean why did you feel the need to talk to them in the first place?” Kelsey interrupted. “Why did you take it upon yourself to mess with our decisions?”

Stacey lowered her head until her face touched her knees. “Don’t you love balıkesir escort being back with Amanda?” she asked softly.

“Yeah, but not if it means…” Kelsey started, only to quickly stop to bite back the tears that threatened to well up in her eyes. “Not if it means she and Damon are going to have trouble because of it!”

Stacey lifted her head again, her eyes also filled with tears. “Trouble? Why would they have trouble?”

“I’m not sure, but Amanda seemed really worried. I could just tell.”

“Kel, they both want this!”

Kelsey gave her a doubtful look. “Really?”

Stacey nodded rapidly. “Yes. When I talked to Damon on the beach, that morning when you came back crying so hard after talking to them, he was pretty close to agreeing that having Carynne join the three of you wouldn’t hurt them. And then Amanda felt the same way when I talked to her in the bikini shop!”

“You should have told them, Stace. Now Amanda is scared to death over what Damon will think!”

Stacey sighed. “I didn’t mean for that to happen! I just wanted you all to be happy again. I hate seeing you all so miserable, and I’ve missed…” she stopped suddenly and hung her head, blushing furiously.

Kelsey’s curiosity was piqued as she tried to figure out what that meant. She sat down on the couch beside her friend and wrapped her arm around Stacey’s shoulders. “What did you miss? Us being happy?” she asked, pulling Stacey close against her.

“Yeah, but also… I…” Stacey stammered, her face still pressed against her knees.

“Is it Amanda?” Kelsey asked. Her voice was full of compassion as she added, “Do you miss her?”

Stacey didn’t respond for a few moments. Eventually she raised her face just a little and whispered, “Yes. You and Amanda were the first girls I’d ever gotten close to, and I just have a special place in my heart for you two. I miss not being able to… to do anything with her anymore.”

“I didn’t know you felt that way,” Kelsey said sympathetically. She began stroking her hand through Stacey’s blonde hair, trying to comfort her friend.

Stacey turned to face Kelsey, blinking away a few tears. “I do. I’ve just really missed having her come over and hang out, and fool around, and all the fun stuff we used to do together.”

“I’m sorry. Carynne and I have really tried to make up for her absence.”

“I know, and you two are so wonderful. But… I just… I dunno. Maybe it’s not even so much that I miss her, and it’s more that I’m just kinda lonely.”

“Awwww!” Kelsey said while squeezing Stacey tightly against her, trying to think of what to say. Now that she knew, it made perfect sense that Stacey was lonely; of the group of friends, she was the only one who didn’t have someone of her own. With Ryan and Siara having joined them, it just reinforced the fact that she was by herself.

“And I’ve missed your brother too,” Stacey whispered, almost inaudibly, after almost a minute of silence.

Kelsey did a double-take, and her hand froze. Had she heard that right? “What?”

“I miss Damon.”

Kelsey gazed at her friend in amazement for several long moments, pondering what she meant. Did she miss just having sex with him, or was it something more? It seemed unlikely it was just the sex, since Stacey could have basically any boy she wanted. “Stace, are you in love with Damon?” she finally asked.

Stacey turned her head away, but Kelsey quickly drew it back, forcing her friend to look her in the eyes. “Are you?” she repeated.

“Yes,” Stacey finally said. “But I swear that I’m not trying to break up him and Amanda, Kel. I know that with my meddling of the past few days it may look that way, but I just want everyone getting back together and having fun. I didn’t do it to wreck their relationship! Please, you have to believe me!”

“Sshhh, I believe you. But why didn’t you ever tell me? Or him?”

Stacey shrugged, her face a little sad. “What good would that have done? He’s happier than anything with Amanda, and then he had you too. Even if I wanted to, how could I’ve ever competed with that?”

“Well, you could have kept buying him awesome cars,” Kelsey said with a smile. “Get him one of those Veyrons he keeps talking about, and he’ll likely forget all about us.”

Stacey stared at her for a second, then she started laughing. “To be honest, I don’t even know what I feel for him. There are days when I think I genuinely do love him, and there are other days when I’m sure I just feel this way because no other guy has ever treated me as wonderfully as he has.”

“Oh Stace,” Kelsey said affectionately. “There’s a guy out there for you too; or a girl, whatever. Just because you haven’t found him yet doesn’t mean you never will.”

“I hope so. It’s just hard when the four of you are so obviously wonderfully happy together, you with Carynne and Amanda with Damon, and… and I miss being part of that. I miss being together with all of you, and having all of you come over to my room. That Saturday, when Damon swam his semi-finals, was the greatest day of my life! I want that back. Remember how happy and carefree we all were?”

Kelsey swallowed several times, loudly sniffing her nose. “Yes, I do. I miss it too. A lot has changed since then, though.”

“I know, but I figured if you and Carynne could join Damon and Amanda again, then maybe…”

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Conclusion and epilogue.

After Mike and Steve had their shower, and they dressed, this time in tee shirts and shorts, it was at last time to part. Steve drew a big envelope from his backpack, and handed it to Mike. “It’s a set of photos of me, and a some of me and Mark together. I have your addresses, and as soon as I have developed and printed the pix I shot back home, I’ll mail you copies.”

He and Mike embraced very warmly, and shared a deep kiss. He couldn’t resist running his right hand down the front of Mike’s shorts and grabbing his big fat penis. Squeezing it a little, he said, “Mike, I’ll never forget the times we shared together, and I feel that we’ll always be friends.” Turning to me, he said, “As for you, Mikey, I’ll be picking you up on American 2337 next Sunday night at Denver International.” Steve would be meeting me, taking me to Cheyenne and then to the family ranch, where I’d meet Mark; and two days later he’d drive me down to the dude ranch at Rand. I know we had great hopes and expectations of a hot, hot summer. How that summer turned out, and what it led to, is a story for another time.

Down in the parking area, Steve removed the towbar, and folded it and stowed it in the Boxster’s compact boot, along with bayburt escort his backpack. He had about 740 miles to cover to get back to Cheyenne; and two days later he’d pick up Mark at last, also down in Stapleton. Giving us each another embrace and another kiss, he got into the Porsche and pulled on his baseball cap, and with a final wave, pulled out of the lot and headed for the east-bound ramp of I-80.

I climbed up into the cab of the rental truck, and my uncle took the passenger side. We had about 480 miles to go before Mike’s ‘joyeuse reunion’ with his Allie, and in fact my reunion with Alice was only 8 hours away. Although we covered a lot of territory, going over everything that had happened in the last four days, which so profoundly reshaped my life, the principal topic of conversation was about Alice, and the kind of woman she was, and what to expect.

There was no doubt that Alice had meant everything she had said to Mike about there always being a place in their lives for me; but the exact shape of that place depended upon how the three of us worked out the details, and it would be a complex and subtle matter. Mike said that I shouldn’t expect to just jump into their bartın escort bed, but that that would come in time, provided I proved to her that in reality I had the character and the qualities of manhood that Mike had represented to her that I possessed, that I was one in whom she could vest every confidence and trust; and of course that I respected her and her position in Mike’s life.

It was late afternoon by the time we pulled into the driveway of Alice’s condo in Portolo Valley, near Palo Alto. What happened in the next four nights and days was truly interesting and absolutely remarkable, but an accounting of these events constitutes another story.

The day after we got there, there was a delivery to Alice from Gumps in San Francisco. It was 12-armed 2,000 piece antique Venetian chandelier. The engraved card said Stephen Rutland Manners, and it was endorsed in hand: “Best wishes to a lovely bride and to a very lucky man.” It was incredibly gorgeous, and must have cost $10,000 at least, and maybe twice that. Mike had not too much trouble explaining the story to Alice, she was wonderfully understanding, but it turned out to be somewhat complicated think of how to explain this dramatic ığdır escort gift to the gathering wedding guests. They couldn’t quite say it came from some uncle or some old roommate or something of that sort, since there were plenty of real relatives on both sides present at the wedding, and plenty of real old roommates, too. So they just left it in the box, and did not display it with the other gifts; but once they moved into their new house, they installed it in their dining room, and never a day passed in which they didn’t see the magnificent object, and in its brilliance think of Steve.

These events took place in the early summer six years ago. For anyone who has read this account this far and who is interested in where Mike and Alice and Steve and Mark and I are, and what we are doing, just drop an email to the link below and I will give you the complete epilogue.

As for Scotty, he copied Mike’s address from the motel registry, and every year sends him a Christmas card, updating him. He finished at UNLV with a major in hospitality, and now he manages the hotel where he used to work, and since it’s owned by his parents, he has plans for buying it from them. In the course of years, he has had encounters with quite a number of guests, but none of them could ever compare with the greatest hour and a half in his life. Someday one of us will find ourselves in Battle Mountain, again, and we will surely look him up.

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