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Chapter 6: A Father-Daughter Dance with Feeling

Instantly, he recognized the song. One of his favorites; a song of passion and beauty, which inexplicably filled him with a sense of longing and emptiness on the one hand and of sweet gentleness on the other. The song inevitably produced vague, vaporous notions of things lost and never again found, opportunities missed and never regained. It was nothing he could put his finger on specifically, but he loved the song for its ability to produce in him that pang of melancholy. The strains of Eric Clapton’s, “Wonderful Tonight” filled the air, as her hands gently, but firmly, drew him closer.

“Dance with me, daddy,” she beckoned and she moved into his arms.

Wordlessly, he allowed himself to be drawn to her. Their bodies touched lightly, and the feeling jolted him like a surge of electricity. How often have I fanaticized this moment, he thought, as she directed his hands to encircle her waist? Sparks showered in his mind as she moved to him, and he felt the hard points of her nipples pressing into his chest. His hands, fingers spread at the small of her back, drew her tightly against him. Her arms lifted to encircle his neck, her breasts brushed his chest, and she rose on tiptoe to bring her lips against his ear.

“You remember this song, don’t you, daddy?” Her voice was an erotic, pulsing growl in his ear.

He nodded his head against her cheek, feeling her lithe body melting against him.

“The Girls’ Cotillion Ball last winter? The father and daughter dance?” she reminded him softly.

“I remember,” he whispered, and indeed he did remember. The first and last time they had danced together it was. She was wearing a white evening gown with a scooped neckline that revealed a modest amount of her developing cleavage. They had danced well together, if he did say so; she followed his every lead perfectly, as if they had practiced for days. He held her close to him and felt her ripening curves even then. He was nearly overcome by the moment and attained an erection in spite of himself, but he thought at the time that she had not noticed because of the thick folds of her skirt.

She can scarcely fail to detect it this time, he thought, as her body brushed deliberately against him. They were a perfect fit, this father and daughter; exactly the right proportions to meld into a single, moving entity. She flowed into him, letting her curves mold themselves to his hard angles. Her breasts flattened against his chest. Her head lay languidly on his shoulder, her lips pressing lightly against his neck. On tiptoe, her mons came into full contact with his bulging groin and brushed against his hard maleness with each sway of her hips. She pressed and rode his hardness within her cleft. He thrust himself toward her, and she encouraged him by stroking the back of his neck with her fingertips.

They glided across the deck, barely contacting the surface, swaying in easy rhythm to the music. She adjusted, widening her stance, and accepted his knee between her legs. They moved closer and he felt the moist, wetness of her mons opening against his thigh. His burgeoning cock throbbed against her hip. She thrust her hips at him and her pussy opened wider, spreading its slippery wetness along his thigh. He felt her shiver as her clitoris scraped his skin. He lifted his knee to increase the pressure for her and she ground herself upon him like a cat rubbing herself.

He felt her lips moving against his neck, speaking to him, but the blood rushing in his ear drowned out her words. He drew her closer. She spoke again, her lips directly on his ear.

“I know what you and Mom fight about, Dad. I know how she treats you and I hate it.”

His arms encircling her narrow waist stiffened, but she moved encouragingly against him. His hands lowered to cup the full globes of her buttocks and pulled her closer. He felt the wetness of her sliding restlessly on his thigh.

She whispered, “I can help you that way, daddy; I can make it better for you, if you’ll let me.”

“Oh, baby,” he groaned hopelessly, and he felt his cock give a tremendous jerk against the girl.

She slowed, paused, and leaned back slightly to look into his eyes. Her mons, its thick, slick fluid flowing freely, remained tightly pressed against him. She grasped his hands with hers and lifted them to her neck, never taking her eyes from his.

“Untie it,” she commanded, her voice dripping with hot emotion.

His trembling fingers obeyed, tugging at the limp bow till finally it released. He dropped the satin ties like they burned his fingers.

“Now, take it off,” she said, instructing him huskily and stepped back slightly to allow him space. Her eyes burned hotly into his.

Tentatively, his hands moved to comply. He hesitated, hands hovering just above the material clinging wetly to her breasts. He looked at her imploringly, begging for additional encouragement.

Her eyes narrowed to sultry slits, her altyazılı porno tongue moved over her lips with impatient hunger as she repeated, “Take it off, now, daddy. I want to be naked for you.”

His hands moved obediently, gathering the damp material and lifting it off her breasts. He raised it from her shoulders, and, leaning forward to reach around her, he began, slowly, to peel the damp fabric off her body. This slowness, the tantalizing consequence of his indecision, produced a powerfully erotic effect. His nostrils flared as his cheek brushed hers. The flimsy fabric stuck to her skin resisting removal. She moved closer to him to give him access to her body, and her hands reached for the bulge in his shorts. Her fingers brushed him lightly. Her gown crumpled in his tightening grip. She traced the outline of his manhood with her fingernails through the thin fabric of his shorts. He reeled at her touch. Her fingertips circled the head of his cock, scraping lightly along the prominent ridge of his glans, and encountered a spreading stain of wetness. Her hand closed on the shaft, and she felt the strong beat of his pulse through his shorts. She stroked his cock through the fabric and felt him shudder under the intimate caress of her tiny hand. His mind, completely absorbed in the sensation of her fingers, lost control of his hands, and they fluttered uselessly at her back.

She watched him heatedly, feeling his breath flow over her breasts. Holding his manhood tightly with one hand, she gripped his zipper with the other and ripped it down. Instantly, her fingers crawled across the fabric and wiggled through the opening. Groping through the thicket of pubic hair, she found him. Her fingers took possession of his hardness and drew him out. His naked cock pulsed as she closed her fingers around him. He rose slightly on tiptoe, as though buoyed by the immediacy of his need. She stroked his turgid flesh with the tight ring of her fingers and expressed a surge of precum that sparkled in the moonlight momentarily at the tip. She looked down at the object of her attention. She covered the swollen glans with her cupped hand, capturing the flow of precum in her palm, and smeared the fluid over the twitching head. He was ecstatically delirious. He pushed against the restraining ring of her fingers and thrust himself into the void beyond. She drew him closer, bringing the tip into contact with her mons and nuzzled with the swollen ruby head against her burning clitoris. She spread her thighs to receive him and drew his glans along her wet furrow. The thick head drug across her clit, pressing hard against the tiny bud, then burrowed deeply between her spreading lips. She shuddered and looked up at him.

“Take it off, daddy,” she panted in a breathless gasp, and his head bobbed in startled return to attention.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed at her almost inaudibly, while his hands finished removing the negligee. The spent cloth dropped to the deck at her feet. His hands slid over her shoulders to the slope of her firm breasts. He circled her golden globes, feeling their heft and firmness, marveling at the exquisite texture of her skin. Pincerlike, his thumbs and forefingers took possession of her distended nipples. Hot, hard little points, nearly the size of the terminal joint on his little finger, her nipples trembled with exquisite sensitivity. His nails dug into tender flesh, and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts at him eagerly. He captured her nipples with both hands and crushed them between his fingers and palms. She flinched, but did not cry out. She closed with him and threw a leg up and around his hip, exposing and spreading her pussy. She jerked his cock tight against her pussy, frantically rubbing the head in the wetness of her slit. She pushed her hips forward, her grip on him tightened and she began swirling the head of his cock in tiny wet circles to find her entrance. The opening presented and his glans filled it. She pulled at his cock, trying to stuff it into her, but the angle was wrong. She succeeded in lodging the tip within the mouth of her vault but no more. She hung, suspended on the point of his dick, clinging to him, while her hand rubbed the length of his exposed shaft. She longed to be filled with him, to take the measure of the length and girth of his strong cock with her cunt. She needed to savor the feeling of engorgement as his fat dick plowed into her belly. Frustrated, she stepped back, clenching his dick in her hand, fearing to relinquish her hold lest he fail her.

“Fuck me, daddy. Fuck me, now,” she gasped, jerking his stiff member to emphasize the urgency of her lust. She fell back, and he caught her by the shoulders, lowering her gently to the carpeted deck. She lay on the floor at his feet. Her breasts heaved with the breathless rise and fall of her chest. Her eyes were wide with desire. Her mouth opened, tongue emerging, the pink tip sweeping her dry lips. Her thighs parted widely revealing wet, matted hair. Her belly türkçe altyazılı porno and thighs were coated with her wetness and shone slickly in the light. The lips of her pussy, plump and hotly pink, distended by her need, flared open for him invitingly. Her hands reached up to him.

“Come on, daddy, hurry please. I need it. I want it, please. Fuck me.”

He towered above her prostrate body, driven nearly mad by his own lust. His eyes swept her body, relishing each detail with insane obsession. He stood between her thighs, panting, drawing deeply of the hot, wet smells of lust rising from her open pussy. His hand gripped his cock near the base, and he waved it like a wand over her heaving belly. Sharp pangs of irresistible desire stabbed at his loins. Her words, her scent and the image of her ripe, prostrate body, legs parted in invitation, swirled in kaleidoscope colors in his brain. Reason, logic, morality broke like reeds before the gale of his need to possess this girl. Passion seized him in its unyielding grasp; undeniable, unquenchable lust shredded the fading remnants of his resistance and he succumbed. He gave himself over to the lustful desires raging in his loins. Mind, body and spirit bent to the will of the cock throbbing in his hand. It was the center of his universe, the core of his being. All thought, all meaning, everything he had ever held dear, yielded in that moment to the fierce rushing need of his cock.

Her eyes raged with fire as she watched his cock sway above her. She started as his hand slid up the shaft to squeeze a flow of precum from the tip. It gathered there, a building blob of clear fluid, oozing from the eye. It accumulated, enlarged and elongated thickly in the beginning of a drip. His hand passed again and the blob increased; the string lengthened and then broke. A thick accumulation of fluid dripped onto her open pussy. Instantly, her hand flashed to the point of impact. Her fingers located the fluid and spread it wantonly along her crack, and, driving two fingers into her slit, she smeared it deeply into her pussy. He watched intently as she withdrew her slickened fingers from her pussy and brought them to her lips.

Her lips moved seductively as she smeared his fluid over them and begged him again in a hoarse whisper, “Fuck me, daddy, fuck me right now.”

Obediently, he dropped to his knees between her legs, and immediately, she reached for his dick, and her hand closed around him. She drew her knees up to her breasts, opening her thighs and her pussy to him. He leaned forward, and she guided him. They touch tip to lip, and she bit her lower lip. His glans pressed her flesh and her lips parted for him. He felt the heat of her, her closeness and the conflagration in his loins roared. She squeezed lightly; his cock jerked in her hand and spurted precum into her slit. Moving his glans, she spread the fluid along her steaming pussy, lubricating it with their combined juices. Her wet fingers directed the fat knob to her opening. She felt the head nuzzling at the mouth of her tunnel.

“Put it in me, daddy. I want to feel your cock inside me.”

“Spread your lips,” he groaned.

“What?” she replied, puzzled.

“Spread your pussy lips with your fingers. Hold yourself open for me.”

Her fingers flew to oblige, tearing at the tender flesh of her pussy lips, pulling them apart to give him the unhindered access he required.

He looked down at her fingers stretching her hot pink lips apart to receive him; the head of his cock shining with their fluid was poised to fill her. Wild frenzy possessed him as he prepared himself to take possession of the woman beneath him. He began to push, feeling the resistance of her tight opening against the tip of his cock. Harder. Still she resisted, unable to admit him. Harder. The shaft of his cock bent, yielding to his pressure.

“Open wider,” he hissed through clenched teeth, and she strained to accommodate.

He gripped his shaft in his hand increasing its rigidity and pressed harder. The head moved inward, minimally. He pressed again, and the head moved deeper.

She moaned as he progressed, “Oh yes, daddy, that’s it. Fill me up with your cock.”

Slowly, he pressed forward and felt the head of his cock slipping through the wet ring of her opening. It filled her completely, stretching the encompassing walls of her pussy, and overwhelming her emotions with wondrous sensation.

“Oh, daddy,” she said, begging. “Deeper, I want all of it.” And she spread her legs wider and pointed her toes toward the sky.

Slowly, inexorably, he drove the thick shaft of his cock into the girl’s trembling body. Inch by inch it disappeared into her steaming sheath. He paused and withdrew slightly to give her an opportunity to adjust to his bulk.

“Don’t stop, daddy,” she protested. “Give it to me deeper.”

Inflamed to insanity by her lewd requests, he lunged at her furiously. His cock disappeared, thundering into her tightly hd altyazılı porno clinging hole and his belly smacked against hers loudly. She accepted him eagerly, her lips and channel widening to accept him. He filled her totally. The walls of her vagina closed around him, clinging to him and enveloping him with velvety softness.

Oh, yes, yes, like that,” she gasped as he began fucking her. Her heels locked on the backs of his thighs below his buttocks, and she used them to pull him even deeper into her pussy. He paused, savoring for an instant her incredibly tight grip before withdrawing. He lifted his hips and his shiny, slippery cock emerged until the ridge of his glans appeared between her lips. Her heels tugged his thighs, pulling him toward her, and he plunged his strength into her depths.

“Oh, yes, daddy, again, do that again,” she begged when his dick filled her, and he began a rhythmic pumping of his cock into her pussy.

His rock hard dick pistoned in and out, filling and withdrawing, stretching, then collapsing, her clinging pussy walls, and igniting a quaking passion in her gut. With each thrust, she griped him fiercely, shaking out of control as his cock penetrated to her innermost core. Her pussy spasmed along his throbbing cock, and he sensed she was close to climax. Slowing, he softened his thrusts, lingering while she engulfed him completely. She went wild with desire. She writhed insatiably on his impaling post, gyrating her hips in a vain attempt to stuff even more of his cock into her pussy. As her hips rose to meet him, she felt the cold teeth of his zipper scraping her flesh. Harder, she pressed herself against those unyielding teeth, raking their sharp edges over the quaking stalk of her clit and the swollen lips of her pussy. Sharp little teeth nipped and chewed her tender flesh, and stinging pain contested the exhilaration of her approaching climax. Pain and pleasure, juxtaposed in her heaving loins, vied to be the agency of her passion. Hot, hard cock to the hilt in her belly and cold, sharp steel teeth on her clit was too much to endure. She gripped his buttocks with her hands, yanking him tight against her and burying his cock in her pussy. Her hips leapt against his cock and zipper as spasms of sweet completion shook her body.

Oh, God, daddy, I’m going to cum,” she screamed into the night sky. “Fuck me hard, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeee,” she implored as she wrapped her arms and legs about him and shuddered in release.

She clung to him as violent tremors coursed through her body. The walls of her pussy rhythmically griped his deeply embedded cock, and rippled along the shaft as her pussy signaled her orgasm with a series of quick, spastic contractions. Her lubricating fluid flowed like water, flooding her tight channel. She rocked her hips in the final throes of completion, rubbing the tip of his cock against her cervix, and the contact forced an “Oh” to her lips.

He held her tightly within his close embrace, feeling the rhythmic, involuntary stroking of her muscles. His cock quivered in her warm sheath, responding to her clutches with his own soaring need. His eyes watched her features soften as her fierce passion loosened its grip. He paused, savoring her climax and the exquisite agony of postponing his own. Her hands stroked his back and rose to grip his shoulders. She pulled his mouth to hers and her lips found his. Her lips parted and her tongue lunged upward into his mouth. Her arm looped over his neck, locking him in her embrace, while her tongue danced across the even rows of his teeth and entwined with his tongue. She kissed him and his head swam with excitement. She clung to him, arm over neck, kissing him, and her free hand clutched his buttock through his shorts, pulling him tightly into her embrace. Her lips churned against his, her tongue twisting and turning like a butterfly in flight within his mouth. His cock throbbed inside her; his pulse was a quickening roar in his ears.

“Take your shorts off, daddy,” she urged him huskily, her fingers probing between their bodies for the clasp. He raised his body and she released the catch. Hooking the waistband of his shorts with her thumbs, she pushed them over his hips and as far down his legs as she could reach. He took over for her and worked them down to his ankles and kicked them off. Immediately, he settled back into the saddle of her loins, and she accepted the full, unrestrained length of his manhood.

“Oh, daddy,” she cooed as the fires of her passion rekindled. “Your cock feels soooo good inside me. It feels even better than I imagined it would.”

As if for emphasis, her pussy contracted with each of her words, eliciting a moan from his tightly clenched lips.

“Baby,” he began, gasping at the radiance of her beauty in the soft moonlight. She had never been more beautiful than at that moment, he realized heatedly, with the flush of her excitement coloring her cheeks and the sensual heat of her passion smoldering in her eyes. “Oh, my beautiful baby,” he moaned.

“Fuck me,” she cried with a lunge of her hips, unsheathing and resheathing his penis, and she begged him, “Fuck me again, daddy. I want to make you cum for me. Let me feel you cum in my pussy, daddy.”

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“I can pick u up @ 10,” the text read on my cellphone, “even if its a schl nite I can get u home @ 12 & thats 2 hrs of hot fuckin.”

My pussy leaked, seeing those words. I was so fucking tempted to immediately email back and accept the offer for no-strings-attached sex from a pretty sexy, very experienced grown up man. A petite, horny 18 year old girl like me shouldn’t give their cellphone numbers to an adulterous, horny business man on an overnight trip in the girl’s home city. I mean, unless you want to end up with the guy burying his married adult cock in the girl’s tight young pussy.

Sitting on my bed with my Daddy somewhere in the house, the bedsheets under my naked ass soaking with a pool of my pussyjuices — resulting from an hour of masturbation — I held the cellphone in my hand, debating what to do. I knew the smart thing to do; and I knew what my cunt wanted. Two different things.

Cunt won.

“OK!” I typed back, “c u @ 10!”

My half-Asian eyes rolled to my clock besides my bed; it was 9:15. I was gonna be getting fucked by a hot stranger in about an hour.

* * * *

My Daddy, bless his heart, is one fucking awesome man. He loves me, he’s treated me like a princess my whole life. Whereas my bitchy Mom doesn’t care about us, off running her lingerie store in the mall and fucking around with her fat ugly business partner, Daddy and I have build a home life based on trust and mutual respect. We care for each other. He makes sure I’m happy, and I only want my Daddy to be totally satisfied and having no wants or needs, ever. If it were up to me, my Daddy would be getting his need for pussy on a daily basis, hourly even, with my tight little twat. I’ve offered it to him, once, three days ago. He wanted it, he told me he did, his huge (and I mean, girls, HUGE) penis was throbbing against my nude ass, ready to fuck me from behind. I wanted it, I begged him to fuck his horny daughter. I love him, he needed me. But Daddy said “we can’t,” he didn’t do it.

As a result of not fucking my Daddy when I tried to come on to him, I’d been horny as shit all week, wanting cock, my pussy was so ready for it. My teen boyfriend and his short-lasting, undersized little prick — plus the acne on his back and his generally unimpressive demeanor — just wasn’t going to cut it. I wanted adult cock. I got some on Tuesday afternoon, from my Mom’s perverted boyfriend, but he didn’t last long. It was bad sex. No, I needed a real man to fuck me, and give it to me good. If Daddy wasn’t going to, then someone else was.

Now, this is why my Daddy is so awesome. He realized his little princess was now 18 years old — more like, 18 years and a month — and she had needs. Womanly needs. I needed cock, big cocks, to fuck me hard. Mom, it turns out, was a fucking tramp, fucking her ugly boyfriend. Daddy is pretty horny too; he fucked one of my best friends (the blonde Melanie) a couple of months ago or so. So I guess it’s no surprise that their little Kristen — all 90 pounds of half-Thai, half-white me — is just as horny as the both of them. Daily finger-fucking turned into sex with the teen boyfriend, and now this week, I’m hot for grownup cocks. Daddy is fully aware of it.

And Daddy wanted me to be happy. I love him so much for it!

Daddy’s love for me came in the form of a strong, sexy male hand on my knee, rubbing my soft teenage skin under the table, the guy’s fingers tracing gentle little circles around the skin of my inner leg, just at the bottom of my short dress. Mmmm.

No, it wasn’t Daddy’s hand. Let me explain.

It was last night — Wednesday. After I got home from my Math club meeting just in time for dinner, Daddy announced he and I were going out for dinner. Normally, Daddy makes supper; he typically works in his home office in the basement, and supper is ready by the time I get home. But he had a surprise for me, and he had me go upstairs and put on a nice dress and doll up my slender self with a little makeup on my face. As I sat at my vanity applying lipstick to my slender teenage lips, I thought, Daddy is probably trying to re-connect with me, since two days ago we almost fucked. Almost, but didn’t.

How surprised was I that we weren’t alone for dinner. We got to a fancy restaurant at the swank Ritz hotel, at a top-end shopping mall not all that far away from us, and immediate he greeted a guy waiting at the entrace. Tall, in his late 30s, blondish, short curly hair, solid amicable blue eyes, and one fucking fit body. Probably muscular, but inside his suit jacket and tie, I couldn’t tell exactly. He just had that air about him; very, very confident and secure, a strong presence, his slender frame filling out the slacks and shirt with what appeared to be limbs of steel inside. Jack was his name. Jack.

I liked Jack immediately, but not really “that way.” I wasn’t sure why he was at dinner with us. Daddy introduced him as a buddy from the golf course, who had his own computer business. Jack didn’t look like a computer geek, but it turns out, Jack did security altyazılı porno systems for the Government. Like, whoa, don’t mess with him, right. Jack wasn’t married but he had a steady girlfriend, some hot young lawyer woman at a big firm downtown. Over dinner Jack was fucking hilarious, telling all sorts of stories about his time in the Army years ago, his attempts to be a minor league baseball player, the buffoon criminals who try to beat his security systems. I mean, I was giggling the whole time. I almost didn’t appreciate how incredibly delicious my dinner was.

See, my loving Daddy had a plan. He excused himself after the meal, before coffee came, to make a couple of calls on his cellphone. That left me alone with Jack, who was so friendly, asking all about me — my senior year at high school, my boyfriend (ugh!), what I wanted to do after school. His awesome blue eyes just stared into me, and I felt so small — I’m, like, under half his weight, and he’s probably 14 inches taller than me — but at the same time, I felt completely at ease. He’s a big warm teddy bear, a guy full of life and zest, just making me feel good too.

When I felt his hand on my knee under the table, however, I kind of realized — he’s also horny.

So I looked at him entirely differently, and immediately I realized, yeah, I’d love to fuck him.

Wow. Daddy was setting me up! I guess, that was Daddy’s way of giving me what my hot teen pussy needed — a big adult cock — without having to do the honors himself.

“You’re really hot — you have an incredible ass, like, wow.”

No, Jack didn’t say that to me. Nor Daddy (come on). I had just gotten out of the girl’s room at the restaurant, and I was standing there trying to figure out which direction to go, to get back to the table. This restaurant had, like, these dark-wood walls all over the place, sort of making every table into a booth of its own, but that really confused me because I couldn’t see where we had been sitting. I stood there like a dork, right next to the bar, looking around, when I noticed this gentleman at the bar right near me, looking down at me. I mean, I thought something was wrong, I hastily surveyed the ground around me but didn’t see anything other than hard black flooring.

He chuckled, putting his drink down. He was in his 40s, like Daddy and Jack, and he had a crisp, pressed white dress shirt and a very shiny, silky red tie. His hair was graying, neatly combed back from a handsome, strong face. Seeing my confusion, he gave me a wink and used his free hand to waive in the air, indicating I shouldn’t be worried about anything. “I just couldn’t help noticing,” he said, pointing at my very slender teen body, “that you’re really hot — you have an incredible ass, like, wow — but I’m sure you have a hot boyfriend who tells you that all the time.”

I blinked. I mean, what do you do when a grown man says that about your 18 year old high school butt? No one had ever told me what to say.

“Um — thanks,” I muttered stupidly, kind of shrugging, and then laughing. He chuckled too, so I nervously kept laughing, because I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Maybe I should have acted offended, but actually, I was pretty horny that night, being with Jack and Daddy, and generally wanting cock all the time now anyway. I found his comment reaffirming. I had always thought guys liked my skinny body, so any favorable confirmation was more than welcome.

The guy sort of nodded in the direction of the tables in the restaurant. “I don’t mean to keep you from your date,” he explained with a calmness I never hear from teenage boys, “and it wasn’t meant as a pick-up line, but you’re so gorgeous, you sort of appeared all of a sudden and my eyes couldn’t look away, so — well, there you are.” He chuckled at himself, I think, taking a little sip of his clear drink filled with ice cubes and a green olive. “I mean, you’re more than welcome to sit here with me, I’m out of town, but, I figure you have a hot date waiting for you, right?”

I realized he was trying to pick me up, which was really strange, since I only just walked past him. I kept smiling at him, and — well, what else, I didn’t know what else to do — just blinking.

“Yeah, um,” stammered the horny but nervous high school senior in front of him, ” I, um, sorta am here with — um, someone.” I was about to say “my Daddy,” but, that didn’t seem right. The guy probably would have freaked; and, I didn’t really want him to know anyway. “Sorry.”

The guy shrugged. “Think nothing of it, like I said, I wasn’t trying to pick you up.” Then he hastily added with a big, toothy grin: “Don’t get me wrong, I’d love if a girl as pretty as you sat right here and had dinner with me, but, I’ve been traveling for many years, I do probably twenty or thirty overnight trips a year, and I can’t ever think of it happening even once. Don’t feel bad, I put you on the spot.”

I didn’t feel bad, and I felt bad that he thought I felt bad. Something like that. “No, no,” I purred, reaching my small türkçe altyazılı porno teen hand out to his knee right in front of me, touching it for a fleeting second, “it’s okay, I mean — thanks, you seem like a nice guy.” He probably wasn’t, talking to a teenage girl in a restaurant like that, but he had that air of a highly educated, very professional guy, he wasn’t the kind to do something pervy and get himself in trouble.

A pregnant moment of silence left us looking at each other. “You probably should get back to your date,” he said slowly, quietly, glancing around to see no one was approaching us, “but, at the risk of you slapping me in the face — I’m Thom, I’m here a couple of nights, leaving Friday morning — if you want a nice, pleasant evening with someone who appreciates how beautiful you are, would you want my cellphone number?”

Holy shit, he really was picking me up!

Say no, goddamned it, my brain told my mouth.

But I heard another voice. Mmm, he’s handsome and sexy, mmm, maybe he wants to fuck you. He really does, probably. Yes, let’s fuck him.

It was my slutty cunt talking, of course.

“Sure,” I said, taking out my little pink cellphone, flipping it open, typing in his numbers and his name, “Thom,” as he gave it to me. Then I put his profile in a “group” in my contact list; he was the first member of the group I just made on the spot. “Hot men,” was the name of the group.

Now, stupid me, doing stupid things when I’m horny, didn’t stop at that. “Here,” I said, dialing his number so his cellphone rang in front of me, “now you have my number.” I smiled sweetly. “I’m Kristen.”

“So amazing to meet you, Kristen,” the stud said, reaching his hand out to shake mine; then, not letting go, he lifted my hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “You really are sweet. What are you, like, 20, 21?”

I threw my long hair back, giggling. Should I say yes? He might not like that I’m only 18. But, a straight A student usually can’t lie about her age. “I’m 18, actually.”

Actually, he seemed to like hearing that. He smiled to himself, nodding, almost laughing. Then he said, “Well, again, I don’t mean to keep you from your date; I’ve got a big meeting all day tomorrow but will probably be done after — well, shit, I might have a dinner engagement with some clients, so, if you want to go out late, either tonight after your date ends, or tomorrow? We can, what, go dancing, go for some music at the jazz club? Whatever you’d like.”

I had never been on a late date on a school night; Mom would fucking kill me, especially if she knew it was with a handsome stranger who picked me up at the bar at a hotel. Daddy, however, might not mind, maybe.

“Sure,” I said, figuring I would figure out later how to get out on a school night for a late date, “call me, or I’ll call you?”

The sexy stud grinned a very warm, inviting smile. “It’s a date,” he promised.

Shit, I just got picked up by a hot stranger!

I walked into the restaurant, wandering around before I found Daddy and Jack, talking softly, both giving me big smiles. I was so fucking horny, I kind of wanted them to both take me right there. Treat me like the horny teen slut I am. I had to settle for coffee and then a walk along the river with the two of them later.

I didn’t get laid that evening, but, I sure felt like I was going to be fucked very well in the near future.

* * * *

Thursday evening, after dinner, I was lying on my bed ignoring my multiple homework assignments. I was so fucking horny. I was thinking about Daddy down in the basement, in his home office, with his incredibly sexy penis in his pants. I wanted that big cock so bad. But that’s not exactly why my pussy was so wet. I kept looking at the clock, watching it move so fucking slowly. It was 7:15 p.m. I had traded voicemail messages and text mesages with Thom; he did, in fact, have a dinner he had to go to with his clients, so he wouldn’t be free until like 10 or 11. He was going to contact me when he knew he could be free.

Shit, Thom wanted to take me to his hotel room and fuck me, and I wanted it so bad. But that was hours from now, and I couldn’t be sure it would even happen. I was almost crying, wishing this lust for hot sex would stop being so evil to me.

I needed something to pass the time. Maybe, I thought, I should call Jack, set up a date with him too. I think he wanted to fuck me also, didn’t he? That’s why Daddy had me meet him for dinner.

Kristen is pretty predictable. When I’m really horny, I do stupid things. I fucked my Mom’s fat, ugly boyfriend. I tried to fuck my Daddy. I gave my cellphone number to a total stranger. Now, same thing. Propelled by my lust into something I really shouldn’t have done, I wandered down to the basement and found my father reading something on the computer. “Daddy,” I said, feeling a little embarrassed, “can, um, I ask you something?”

He raised his deer-like eyes at me, almost this “oh-no” look in his face, but he hd altyazılı porno didn’t let it affect his calm tone. “Sure, what’s up?”

I paused, not entirely positive if this was appropriate, but I had a strong feeling it was. “Well — would you be mad, if like, I mean, if I asked for — if you gave me Jack’s phone number?”

I swear, he grinned with the look of a devil. Mister match-maker had just struck gold; his plan to fill my pussy with another man’s adult cock was working! Well, at least that’s what he thought.

“Sure, um — he’s programmed into my cellphone, go up in the kitchen, I think it’s on the counter by the toaster.”

“Kay, thanks.” I really felt embarrassed asking still, because it was like, I might as well have just said, “Daddy, is it okay if I get naked for Jack and let him stick his cock in my cunt?” But I didn’t need to say that, I think, Daddy fully knew that was the purpose of my calling Jack, effectively. So that’s why I was embarrassed. However, it only further proved — as if I needed more evidence — that my Daddy really, really loved me.

Things changed, as I held my father’s cellphone in my hands. I did intend to look for Jack’s phone number, only, I stopped myself. I suddenly realized, with the iPhone in my palm, that there might be something else on the phone I wanted to see.

Three weeks earlier, my friend Crystal showed me pictures of my friend Melanie fucking my dad. Two pictures. Actually, they were just pictures of Melanie and my Daddy’s huge erection, once in her hand, and the other in her 18 year old pussy. Crystal had told me, Melanie got the pictures of Daddy fucking her when Daddy sent them to Melanie. So that meant — think about it — Daddy took the pictures himself. With, undoubtedly, the camera on his iPhone.

Which was, at that moment, now in my hand.

Suddenly, the little black slab of metal and plastic was burning heat on my sweaty palm.

My heart raced at the thought. It was like spying, or, you know, violating his privacy. But I didn’t care, it was a chance to see his hard erection again, and I didn’t want to miss it. Plus, it would kill time, before I heard from Thom if he would be free that night. So, looking around furtively, I took his cellphone up to my bedroom quickly, not giving him a chance to change his mind and intercept me. Then I locked my bedroom door, knowing I was really crossing a line.

Quickly I opened up his folder of pictures, and it was filled with lots and lots of picture. And, like, I was shocked.

Daddy had taken quite a few pictures of himself fucking Melanie — and, also, of him fucking other women too. I mean, fuck, Daddy was a stud!

I ripped my jeans and panties off, leaving myself only in a pink blouse and bra. I crawled onto my bed, spreading my knees wide, so anxious to see these pictures closely. My cunt was already dripping wet, begging for my finger. With one hand on my crotch, two fingers stroking my pulsating clitoris, my other hand held the phone up to my chest. Inside my t-shirt, my teen nipples were rock-hard again. It was like, if I couldn’t fuck Daddy, at least I could see his big dick in action. It didn’t bother me at all he was fucking around — he deserved it, the way Mom treated him, I loved him and wanted him to be happy.

God, I can’t even describe the pictures. I was kind of flipping though them in reverse order, from the most recent to older ones. So I started with about ten pictures of him and Melanie, and actually, most just Melanie. He had photos of her totally nude, showing her tits and cunt, or bent over showing her round ass, and making slutty faces to him in every one. It was weird and surreal looking at pictures of one of my best friends acting like a naked whore, finger-fucking her pink teen pussy and bending her face down to stretch her tongue out and try to lick her big hard nipple. Even though my Daddy’s cock was not in most of those pictures, only in the two I’d already seen a couple weeks earlier, I found myself really horny and rubbing myself frenetically staring at my friend’s sexy nude body.

Melanie’s big awesome tits looked delicious. They were pale and clearly showed her tanlines from her bikini, but her nipples and areolae were big brown circles. I could see why they made Daddy hard; I was fucking sopping wet looking at pictures of them. Now, I’m not a lesbian, I never really sat down and thought about having sex with any of my friends. That’s a different thing. Laying back on my bed, gazing at Melanie showing off her cunt and boobs to my Daddy, I imagined licking her twat and it was making me finger-fuck myself faster.

The next few photos were of an adult woman whom I didn’t recognize; she looked to be in her early 30s, her body was thin with medium-size breasts, she had long straight dirty-blonde hair and big brown eyes and a wet bald pussy that loved my Daddy’s big dick. Daddy had photographs of the two of them fucking; with her on top, and doggy-style, and him on top. There was also a photo of his cum all over her smiling face, her tongue reaching out the side of her mouth to taste some of it. Daddy also had a picture of her naked ass and dripping pussy as she bent over, her skin like her cuntlips glistening wet and dripping sweat and juices and probably his sperm.

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JUDGING DEBBIE –

Debbie stepped from the bath; the smell of frangipani covered her body. She reached for a fresh towel and patted herself dry as the aroma of the bath oil filled her nostrils. Covering her legs with moisturising cream she gently massaged it into her cleanly shaven legs. She knew that her husband George would again be delighted that she had taken the time to pamper herself.

Every so often Debbie would surprise George with a fantasy and she was always amazed at how quick he would adapt to the role-play. Debbie had decided that tonight’s surprise fantasy would be a western theme. She had hired a chorus girl out fit and had rearranged the bedroom with props to add some authenticity to the night. Background music had been carefully selected to add to the ambience.

Debbie dressed herself in the outfit, thankful that the bodice wasn’t original whalebone. She turned and admired how it gently pulled her waistline in and forced her voluptuous breasts upward. The sheer black stockings clung to her shapely legs and the bright red suspenders accentuated their length. The high-heeled shoes finished the make over; she looked and felt ten years younger.

As predicted, George quickly took up the fantasy and sat drinking whiskey sours whilst Debbie danced the cancan and tantalised him with other dance routines. George finished his third whisky and lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Debbie slowly undressed her man and pushed him back onto the bed as she continued to tease and tantalise him, slowly removing her outfit to the soft soundtrack of paint your wagon.

George’s state of arousal was prominent and the sight of his erect organ wavering in the air added to her excitement. She loved the power that her body had over him.

Straddling his body she held his arms over his head and slowly lowered her breasts so he could take a nipple in his mouth. He gently nibbled at her breasts and flicked his tongue across her hard nipples, causing her to shudder with delight.

Feeling his hardness against her she raised herself up and grasping his throbbing member, Slowly eased herself onto it, her own moistness allowing it to sink deep into her. Debbie experienced a number of small orgasms as she wantonly rode up and down, continuing until she felt his organ quiver. George pushed his hips high and held himself deep inside her as they both exploded in orgasm.

With George still inside her, Debbie lay across his body and fell asleep in his arms. xxxx

As Debbie slowly woke, the morning sun flooded through the flimsy curtains and gently warmed her naked body. She lay face down on the king sized bed and buried her head under the soft pillow trying to ignore the coming hot summer day.

Her husband George had left on his journey. He was a magistrate and this was the week he had to travel away on the country circuit. George didn’t mind having to travel the country circuit; he believed in his work and although considered young for a judge he also believed being forty put him closer to the communities thinking.

Debbie hated the one-week a month that George was away. He had just left and already she missed the closeness of his body and the smell of his manliness. She dragged herself across the huge bed and reached for his pillow, cuddling it tight. She still felt his hardness inside her from last night’s lovemaking. She enjoyed their sex life but wished that George could be more adventurous. Apart from the occasional fantasy that Debbie arranged, he was not very game or imaginative. Debbie had always wanted to try oral sex but George couldn’t be persuaded.

The warm morning sun had made her drowsy and she felt the aching and wetness between her legs as she rolled onto her stomach and drifted into a fantasy dream, thinking about the time she had tried.

She recalled kissing his chest and rubbing her naked breasts across his body, feeling the heat and hardness of his manhood as it pressed into her. Debbie felt a stirring in her loins as she recalled moving slowly down his body, kissing his stomach and then blowing gently on the huge purple head. There were no protests from him, just a deep throaty growl of pleasure as she gently run her tongue up and down the throbbing shaft.

Debbie recalled the aching of her hot wet pussy as she anticipated the touch of his tongue moving across her wet lips and slowly edging up to her throbbing clitoris and how she had run her tongue over the head of George’s cock causing it to dance around as his body flinched in excitement.

Debbie grasped the base and slowly slid the throbbing member into her mouth, running her tongue around the head and as she moved her mouth up and down the huge cock she felt herself cum. Her body shook as the fluid ran down her pussy and across her clitoris. She thought for a moment that she had peed herself.

Debbie felt George’s body stiffen altyazılı porno as he pushed his hips upwards and his cock reached deep into her throat, forcing her to momentarily gag. She managed to take a deep breath as it exploded, spewing his hot salty sperm into her mouth. At the same moment Debbie’s body shook as she in turn had another orgasm. She moved her wet aching pussy towards George’s face, hoping he would reciprocate but alas he turned away from her.

Debbie knew that it would be a waste of time trying to change the situation.

Stirring from her sleep, Debbie moaned as she felt the tingle in her pussy and the light movement of the tongue as it gently slurped her moist lips. She pushed her pelvis hard into the bed and opened her legs wide. She thought her head would explode as she felt his tongue slide into her then come out and slide down her aching pussy towards her clitoris. Debbie arched her body upwards making it easier for him and as his tongue moved across her blood-engorged clitoris Debbie nearly passed out, her body convulsing in a torrid orgasm.

Debbie moaned and writhed with pleasure as his long tongue lick at her wet pussy with strong even stokes. She buried her head into her pillow to stifle her loud moans as she wallowed in this newfound pleasure.

Debbie momentarily froze as she realised George had left for his trip. Who? Was doing this to her she thought as his tongue glanced over her clitoris again and sent another wave of pleasure through her body.

Debbie imagined it to be Joel the tall dark gardener or Martin the strong young pool cleaner. She doubted that it would be a stranger, as Sam the golden retriever would have made a fuss if it were anyone else.

Debbie buried here head deeper in to the pillow, too afraid to look in case the pleasure stopped. She writhed and waited in anticipation of him pushing his hard cock deep into her and bringing her to another orgasm. The licking of her pussy stopped and Debbie raised her buttocks high to help him enter her.

She waited what seemed an age and he had not come into her.

Cautiously she rolled over, but no one was there except Sam the golden retriever sitting in the doorway looking sulkily at her.

Debbie leapt from the bed and as she ran through the house she yelled at the dog for scaring her lover away.

Looking out the kitchen window she saw Joel, naked to the waist. The sweat glistening on his dark skin and his muscles rippling with every movement as he raked the leaves. He was in excellent physical shape for an older man and Debbie thought only he would have been experienced enough to have pleasured her so well.

As Debbie admired Joel’s body she became slightly angry that he had left, leaving her unsatisfied. Her pussy ached terribly and she craved to have something hard inside her. She opened the refrigerator and although she had never done so before she squatted and reached for a carrot. She flinched as the cold thing parted her hot pussy lips and she moaned loudly as the carrot went deep inside her.

Debbie stood and squeezing her thighs tight together, slowly manoeuvred to the bedroom. The pleasure of the carrot moving inside her nearly caused her to faint. Lying on the bed she brought herself to an intense orgasm.

Debbie knew she had to entice Joel to pleasure her again with his tongue and to let her feel his strong black manhood deep inside her. Xxxxx

A new sexuality had been awakened in Debbie and she decided it was time to experience more. The carrot had helped at the time but now it was time for her to venture out and buy a vibrator.

Debbie walked quickly along the street and as she passed under the neon sign flashing Adult Delights, she darted into the doorway and entered the small shop.

She was confronted with an array of books, videos, dildos, vibrators and other paraphernalia, much of which she didn’t know about.

A young girl stepped from behind a curtained door and offered her assistance. Debbie was amazed at the descriptions offered and the instructions on their use. The girl knew her ware and Debbie wondered if she had learned from experimentation.

Finally she decided on the ‘Pearl Bird’ vibrator. The girl explained that it would also stimulate the anus and the rotating head filled with beads offered a fantastic sensation. The girl also suggested that Debbie take a firm dildo for that moment of serious satisfaction.

Debbie left the store excited. Her pussy ached with desire and she was so wet she thought everyone would smell the sex oozing from her. Debbie’s imagination had run riot as she listened to the girl explain the various sex toys and had orgasmed at the thought of how some were used. Debbie could hardly wait to try out her new purchases.

The next morning Debbie stood on the back porch. Exhausted from trying out her new toys, she slowly sipped her coffee as she watched Joel working in the yard. The heat from the morning sun began to bite through her thin türkçe altyazılı porno cotton dress and she felt the perspiration build on her body.

Debbie felt her passions build as she stood watching Joel, dressed in shorts and work boots, toil tirelessly under the sun. His muscles rippled and danced and the perspiration glistening on his body added to her excitement. She waited and picking the right moment invited him inside for a cool drink

Joel left his work boots at the door and cautiously made his way inside and sat on the wooden chair as Debbie offered him a tall glass of iced water.

Debbie saturated a washcloth with cool water and began to wipe his warm body.

Joel flinched at the sudden coldness and Debbie murmured, that’s got to feel better as she moved the cloth over his shoulders and down his chest.

Mmmm, Very nice, Joel whispered.

Debbie noticed the bulge in Joel shorts, as she continued to move the washcloth down his body and her nipples became ridged, pushing against her thin cotton dress.

Joel started to stand and Debbie undid his shorts as she kissed him. His shorts fell away and his huge erect cock sprung upwards, hitting his body. She felt its powerful heat as she gently clasped her hands around it.

Joel flopped back onto the chair moaning loudly, as Debbie lowered her mouth onto his throbbing organ. She felt a small orgasm herself as she moistened the head with her tongue and stretched her mouth wide to accommodate it.

Debbie stood and slipped off her cotton dress. Straddling Joel she moistened his huge organ with her wetness and lowered herself onto it. They both moaned loudly as she slowly impaled herself fully and Debbie orgasmed again as she began to ride up and down on his lap.

The chair began to creak under their weight and Joel feeling uncomfortable, stood. Debbie remained impaled on his organ and wrapped her legs tightly around his body as he slowly moved to the bedroom.

Joel removed himself from Debbie as he lowered her to the bed and she moaned loudly with disappointment as she felt the huge void between her legs. She grasped for his still hard organ but Joel knelt before her and kissing her thighs gently, slowly moved upwards towards her aching pussy.

Debbie nearly passed out with anticipation of his tongue exploring her body and when his tongue finally reached its mark she orgasmed, her body shook as though she had her finger in and electrical outlet. She opened her legs wide so he could easily explore her and when his strong tongue gently flicked her clitoris she clasped his head in a scissor grip and ground her pelvis into his face as she exploded in violent orgasm.

Debbie thought she would suffocate him and forced herself to open her legs again letting Joel continue to pleasure her. She lost track of the number of orgasms she experienced from his tongue, then when he was ready, he pushed his huge throbbing cock into her and she pushed hard upward until she felt him hit the back of her cervix causing her to orgasm once more.

They fucked each other wildly until Debbie felt his huge cock pulsate and as it filled her with hot liquid, she cum violen tly. They both moaned wildly and clasped each other tightly as their bodies shook as one.

Exhausted they lay together and drifted into sleep.

Debbie awoke and found the bed beside her empty. She was strangely pleased yet disappointed that he wasn’t there. Her body felt as though it had been through the wringer and she felt a nice soreness from Joel’s huge cock. She softly run her hands over her body and gently rubbed the soreness in her pelvis as she rolled over. She recalled her encounter with Joel and knew it was not he who had pleased her with his tongue that first time.

Xxxxx

The early morning sun pushed through the open blinds and engulfed the bedroom with its brightness. Debbie was angry with herself for forgetting to close the blinds and her head throbbed from her nights drinking. She had been disappointed and hurt that George’s court circuit had been extended and he would be away another week. She didn’t usually drink when George was away but decided it was time to drown her miseries.

Debbie closed the blinds then stumbled to the bathroom and took two disprin tabs and tumbled back onto the bed. It was too early she thought and rolled on her stomach and drifted back to sleep.

The gentle licking of her pussy awaked her. It was the same as the first time and she knew that it wasn’t Joel. This tongue was so firm and knew exactly how to please her. Debbie was again too afraid to look for fear of stopping the pleasure. She relaxed, realising it had to be Martin.

Debbie raised her buttocks high allowing easy access to her wide-open pussy. He ran his tongue along her moist lips, teasing her as he stopped short of touching her clitoris then slowly moving around and tasting her moistness he moved up to her exposed anus. As he ran his tongue lightly across her anus Debbie hd altyazılı porno felt her sphincter muscle contract and her body shook as a small orgasm hit her.

Slowly he moved back down and gently taking her blood-gorged clitoris between his teeth, flicked his tongue back and forth across it. Debbie buried her head deep into her pillow and scream loudly as her orgasm exploded, her body shaking violently as fluid gushed from her.

Debbie’s orgasm slowly abated and she lifted her body to accommodate his manhood but once again it did not happen. She rolled over but no one was there. Surprised she sat bolt upright and noticed Sam the Labrador disappearing out of the door.

Disappointed at not meeting her fantastic mystery lover, Debbie sprang off the bed and run naked through the house searching for her lover. She stopped at the laundry and picked up a dressing gown, wrapped it around her and stepped into the yard.

Debbie stopped as she saw Martin and his fiancée Louise busy cleaning the pool.

She stood for a moment and admired Martins lithe young body. He didn’t possess muscles like Joel but his body was well shaped and his swimmers stretched taught across his firm backside. This Adonis with unkempt golden locks and suntanned body excited her, she had to satisfy her curiosity and experience that glorious body.

Debbie stood watching the couple and when Martin dived into the pool, Louise went to Joel and helped him load equipment into his truck and they both drove away.

Debbie called Martin to her and as he climbed from the pool the water shimmied on his body. As he walked slowly toward her she felt the tingle and wetness between her legs intensify. That tongue had primed her sexuality and now her desire seemed insatiable.

Debbie led Martin inside and reached for a towel. She began drying him, moving slowly over his body and downward. When she moved her hands over his swimmers she hooked her thumbs into them and slid them down. His manhood wildly sprung out and rigid it protruded upward and out. Debbie cupped his testicles in one hand and untied her gown with the other, letting it fall to the ground.

She massaged his long thin cock and slowly knelt, taking it into her mouth. Martin groaned loudly with pleasure as she teased his organ with her tongue and lips.

Debbie stood and blindly led Martin into the bedroom. She layback, pulling him onto her but he gently rolled her over and as she raised her buttocks to him he slid his throbbing muscle inside her. Martin moved from side to side as he pumped in and out driving Debbie crazy with ecstasy and when he began to pump his fluid into her, she pushed hard back onto him and orgasmed.

Debbie was still coming down from her orgasm when she noticed that Martin was still rock hard. He slowly pulled out from her and ran his moist cock over her anus causing her to shudder. She had never been entered there before although she had secretly wanted to try.

She told Martin to be gentle and raised her buttocks high as Martin moistened her some more then slowly slid into her. Debbie screamed with delight and grasped the pillow tight as he slowly sunk deep into her. Debbie quickly orgasmed and as Martin again filled her with hot fluid she nearly passed out.

Debbie rolled on her back and Martin snuggled up besides her and covering her breast with his arm, they both fell sleep.

Debbie felt the soft movement of his tongue over her clitoris and moaning softly she opened her legs. Suddenly she realise Martin was still beside her. Debbie’s body shook with pleasure as she glanced into the wardrobe mirror and notice Sam standing at the foot of the bed. She momentarily froze at the thought of what may be happening.

Nooooh! She screamed as her heart raced madly and she sat bolt upright. Debbie felt foolish as she noticed it was Louise between her legs. Thankful and not knowing what to expect she lay back and closed her eyes as Louise continued. Debbie knew now that the tongue that had really pleased her had belonged to Louise.

Louise gently moved herself alongside Debbie and rolled her over. Debbie knelt above her as Louise pushed her pussy against her face and once again buried herself between Debbie’s legs. This was totally new territory for Debbie and she nervously ran her tongue along her moist lips and flicked gently at her clitoris. Louise moaned softly and she pushed harder into her face.

Debbie felt her legs pulled wide apart and looked up as Joel knelt between her legs and guided his enormous cock toward her wet pussy. Debbie raised herself up to meet his onslaught and moaned with delight as he sunk into her. Joel pushed hard into her and she felt as though she would be torn apart by his monster muscle but soon relaxed and enjoyed the thrill that both gave her.

Debbie felt Joel’s cock throbbing and she began to orgasm as he unleashed an enormous load into her stretched pussy and Louise nibbled firmly on her clitoris intensifying her orgasm. Debbie shook violently and as her fluid gushed from her, Debbie passed out.

That evening Debbie lowered her sore yet satisfied body deep into the scented bath water and as she soaked up the warmth she thought, George have I got a surprise for you.

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She opened the closet, and there was the kimono. The first thing she thought of was the funky used clothing store in the West Village where she had found it, stuffed on a rack in the back between a peasant blouse and a couple of midi-skirts her mother might have worn. Then she thought of Michael, and almost closed the closet door.

Instead, she took the kimono out, still on the hangar, and put it on the bracket hanging over the bedroom door. She had not heard from Michael in how long? Nine months? She felt her stomach start to do what it always did when she thought of him, and took a deep breath, running her hand over the kimono’s sleeve. Just the silkiness made her feel better — although it also made her think about the first time she had worn the kimono for Michael.

*

It was zero and snowing, but neither one of them really cared. After all, when you’re in a suite in the Ritz-Carlton in Montreal, you have other things on your mind. And this was the first time the two of them had been away for a weekend, really been away for a weekend, since they had met. She brought the kimono for no particular reason, other than she liked to wear it, feel the silk against her skin. And she had a feeling Michael would like her in it, like the way her long black hair hung on the shoulders and the way the kimono wrapped around her body. He would watch her walk around his apartment, wearing the silk pajamas he had bought her to keep there, and she knew how much he liked the way she looked in them. He often said: Tell me what the silk feels like against your breasts, against your nipples. She would blush, and then tell him — stammering at first, but lately in long, confident sentences that excited him even more than the sight of her in the pajamas did.

They had dinner in Vieux-Montreal, the old city, at a marvelous and cheap Italian restaurant, where they drank bad Canadian wine that the waitress at first refused to bring them, and ate lentil soup Beylikdüzü escort with chunks of sausage and a polenta lasagna that tasted too good to be true. How do you know about places like this, she asked, and he just smiled and said anyone can spend a lot of money. What’s more fun is finding a place like this, and being here with you. He reached for her hand as he said it, and stroked it slowly. She saw the waitress watching, felt herself start to feel something that almost scared her. She looked at his face, just starting to show the lines and creases around the eyes that a man his age should have, and squeezed his hand back, moving her fingers on his palm. The waitress turned away, went into the kitchen.

In the cab on the way back, they sat next to each other, as close as their winter coats would allow. Michael kept nibbling on her ear, calling her the pet names she loved — princess, my little girl, and she could have sworn she was swooning. She was wet, at least, and she wanted Michael to take his hand and somehow find a way to touch her there, and then feed her his fingers.

In the Ritz lobby, Michael asked her if she wanted to get a drink in the bar. She kissed him lightly on the lips, doing it slowly, and shaking her head no. She took his hand and led him to the elevator. I have something I want to put on for you. He grinned. Did you bring something special, princess? Yes, but not what you’re thinking, and slapped him on the shoulder.

Upstairs, he opened the door, and she jumped in, just out of his grasp. Order some champagne from room service while I get ready, she said, and ran into the bedroom. She threw her coat on the bed, walked to the closet, took the kimono out. She thought briefly about trying to put her hair up, but decided against it. She didn’t want to wait that long — it was all she could do at that minute to undress, shed her bra and panties, get the kimono on and obi wrapped around her, without touching herself, making herself cum in anticipation of what Michael would do.

She opened the door. Michael was standing across the room, pouring the Beylikdüzü escort champagne. He looked at her, and his eyes lit up. You’re exquisite, angel, he said. You like it, daddy? She almost never called him that, sometimes still felt uncomfortable calling him that, but knew, in that moment, it was what she should do. Yes, princess, daddy loves it. He walked over, took her face in his hands and kissed her. He took his time, kissing her lower lip and her upper lip, sucking on them and finding her tongue and sucking on that, all the while holding her face in his hands. She started to moan.

He let go of her face and brought his hands to her hips, moving them over her ass as his mouth moved to her neck. Daddy loves his little girl, he said, and kissed her neck, moving his mouth up and down, pushing her hair out of the way to find the spot in the back of her ear that made her shake. Her hands were on his, clasping them. She could feel his rhythm increasing, knew he was getting more excited, and she felt herself almost drip in anticipation.

Instead, he stopped, took a step back, a deep breath. I’m not going to waste a minute of this, he said. I’ve never seen anyone as lovely as you are right now, sweetheart. Loosen the obi so I can see your shoulders. She paused, confused, but did as she was told. He gasped, literally gasped, as the kimono slipped down and he saw her shoulders, framed by her hair and the blue silk. My God, he said, moving behind her, his hands at her waist and his mouth at her neck and shoulders and ears, kissing and biting and sucking and pushing into her as she pushed back against his cock and she kept pushing, so happy she could do something besides stand there and get even more wet and more desperate to have him inside her.

It was if she was there, with him, but also in the room, watching what he did to her. When he undid the obi and moved his hands under the kimono, first seeing how wet she was and then moving a hand to one breast and then the other, pinching each nipple, she almost screamed. When he took his two fingers and touched her clit, played with it, Escort Beylikdüzü squeezed it, flicked it, she did scream. He was short of breath, gasping: Not yet, princess, not yet, and he took his wet fingers and painted her lips with them and then let her suck them, which made him moan. She kept sucking, moving her mouth back and forth, first both fingers, and then one finger and then the other, slurping and sucking, doing it loudly, knowing what that did to him and glad — thrilled — she could do that to him, that she could please Michael.

The obi was on the floor. He led her to a chair, the kimono hanging open, showing her breasts as she moved. He undressed, pushing his pants and shorts to the side and she saw his cock and she could already feel it inside her. Come here, princess, and he guided her down to where he sat, the kimono wide open now and her breasts and nipples and pussy in plain view. She lowered herself, and his mouth reached for a nipple and he bit it. She stifled a shout, pushing herself down on his cock and feeling it fill her and she started to pant, still pushing and pushing again.

Fuck daddy, baby, he said, and his breath was getting shorter and he had found her rhythm and was letting her ride him, moving in time with her as she pushed down and pushed down again, trying to push harder each time. Fuck daddy, angel, he said. Show daddy what a good little girl you are. Make me cum inside you, and she kept pushing and pushing, her arms around him and his mouth kissing her breasts and her nipples and his cock full inside her and he was moaning now, and she loved that and pushed harder and felt the tingling get stronger and pushed even harder, because she wanted to cum with her daddy, to share it with him, because she was his good little girl.

*

In her apartment, the kimono on the bracket on the back of the door, she thought about calling him. She knew, though, that if she waited, the moment would pass, and her life would go on without him. Which, she supposed, was the best thing for everyone. Instead, she walked to the dresser, picked up her phone, punched the buttons. His voice mail answered. Michael? It’s me. I was going through the closet, and I saw the kimono. I miss you, Michael.

She broke the connection, turned the phone off. As she did, something occurred to her, and it scared her: What if this moment didn’t pass?

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Hi, this is Kevin again. Hope u all enjoyed my 2 stories which I posted before.

Everyone has that “one song” that always brings them back to their youth. Even though I am only 33, the song called “The Summer Of 69” has always held memories for me due to the factor that this story takes place on a summer.

And it was the most romantic and memorable summer of my life.

Johnson was a friend of mine. He was born and raised in kerala, in the traditional keralite family lifestyle. His father was the classic military man who got stationed in Assam.

I met johnson when I was 14 years old and we have been inseparable ever since. We were close friends and did everything together. His family was my family and vice versa.

So it was hard when johnson told me the week before our college graduation that he was going to go in the military like his Father and he and his mother would be stationed at his Father’s base in Assam. I felt like I was losing my best friend, and my family, and it was not the easiest thing to swallow.

johnson and I shared a mutual “going away party” (however, I wasn’t leaving for college for another two months). And we both said our mutual emotional goodbyes. We really didn’t say much that day, just let the day past, realizing what the next few days would bring.

The day of johnsons’s departure to boot camp came and went, and life continued circling around the sun. The summer was slow and unnerving, living in a small place you have very little to entertain yourself with, and when your best friend ups and leaves, it’s even more difficult to do the things you like.

I dated girls on and off that summer, yet found more pleasure in just working for a computer firm as trainee h/w support to learn more abt computers and keeping busy.

That’s when things got really strange.

An year had past since johnson and his Family had departed, and I was at work place sitting and just twiddling my thumbs doing nothing. As usual, a noon time call came to the counter and it was my job to go to customer place to check the problem as none of the h/w engineers were free.

So with great “excitement” (note the sarcasm), I got in my scooter and drove off to this nameless street with a bag of tools.

I pulled up to the apartment complex, walked up the stairs and went to the assigned room number. As I knocked on the door and waited for the recipient to answer the door I just stood there doing nothing, glancing briefly at the name plate mentioned the name “nancy” on the door.

I kinda just chuckled and didn’t think much of it. Suddenly someone opened the door and my mouth hit the floor.

As the door swung open I couldn’t believe who was standing across from me, nancy, johnson’s mother.

“kevin?!?” she exclaimed in excitement!

“Mrs. nancy! Oh my God!” I exclaimed in response!

We both laughed and embraced as though we hadn’t seen each other in two lifetimes. We chuckled and did the classic hug where your upper body sways side to side in excitement and unison.

“Come in! Come in!” she said excitedly

I could only smile and walk in. “Is johnson with you? If that son of a gun didn’t call me and tell me…”

She cut me off with only a slight smile “No, johnson’s still in assam, with his Father. Living the military life and doing things that he was bred to do!”

I nodded politely and said “good good” and tried to continue the conversation with the best of my abilities. “Where’s Mr.andrew? He still in Assam as well?”

“Yes she replied,” as her smile dwindled and we both walked to the couch in the nearby living room. She continued: “Mr. Andrew and I are going through a trial separation right now, things weren’t just working out…”

“Oh no,” I responded concerned, these people were just close to me, it wasn’t something I was expecting to happen, they always seem so happy.

“I am so sorry!” I kinda mumbled, not knowing really what to say.

“It’s okay,” she said taking a seat next to me on the sofa. “it was bound to happen, johnson were born from the same mold, it just didn’t work me not being the classic Military Wife.”

I nodded, it was awkward to hear this news, being the same age as her son I didn’t know really how to respond, it was something I felt you just sat there and went “uh-huh, uh-huh” aimlessly to please the other party without putting your foot in your mouth.

“So how have you been?” she asked excitedly. “I bet you’re very excited about ur first job?”

I nodded politely and told her about the job and my family. The talking went on for Beylikdüzü escort a while, it was the type of chat that you just have to be polite.

Our conversations continued on the same path for about an hour or two when my phone rang. It was my boss and he needed me to come back. It was back to business as usual.

She patted my hand and told me she understood, she walked me to the door and we embraced one last time.

“You need to stop by again sometime soon. We can rehash old times!” she said smiling beautifully. I nodded and responded: “Sure, tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

“How about tonight? Dinner and talk? How’s that sound?” Her smile was extremely soft after proposing the question. I nodded and agreed, I told her I would be back at seven with “bells on”.

I returned to work, did the traditional stuff and locked up. I returned to Mrs. nancy’s house washed, shaved and clean. It was like meeting old family, it was the least I could do.

When I showed up to the door, I discovered that luckily I wasn’t over dressed. She was wearing a white button down shirt with a tight business skirt draping her legs.

The dinner was short, sweet and to the point. We talked about old times and drank wine and enjoyed each other’s company.

As the night was coming to a close, we found ourselves on the living room couch chuckling over an old photo album filled with pictures of me and johnson. It was really sad to see those old embarrassing photos and talk about old times.

Page after page after page began to show these beautiful photos of Mrs. nancy at her best, in wedding dress, sweat suits and dresses.

“Oh yes, but that was EONS ago!” she laughed “I haven’t been that good looking in years!”

“Don’t say that Mrs. nancy, I think you are beautiful!”, which wasn’t at all a lie. At 38 years of age, Mrs. nancy stood at 5’5, no more than a 103 lbs had long black hair, piercing dark brown eyes, and a figure that just went on for miles!

“You’re sweet, but in all seriousness honey that ship sailed along time ago.” She shook her head and kept flipping through the pictures, we both did, it was something unexpected and surprising, then, all of a sudden, she just lost it!

She broke down and cried right there, sobbing in tears at the pictures and repeating “oh God what’ve I done?” over and over again.

I draped my arms around her hold her, “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Oh kevin,” she said between sobs “I just feel so alone, how could he leave me? How could both of them leave me!” The tears just flowed like rain drops, I only rocked her gently, I had NO CLUE as to what to do.

“It’ll be okay, you are absolutely beautiful Mrs. nancy, you’ll find someone else, I swear it!” she kept crying and through the tears could only say: “Oh, that’s so sweet Drew honey, but I’m getting too old to do the dating thing again, I just want someone to treat me right, treat me special!”.

The tears continued to roll, non stop and unabated. I held her and consoled her, telling that everything was going to be okay, and like any good “son”, I kissed her on the cheek.

It wasn’t suppose to be romantic or erotic, it was just a reassuring kiss to let someone know that you cared. But then it went all down hill from there. I laid back on the couch as she laid her head on my chest, she continued to cry, and I kept my arms around her, trying to calm her down. Her hand rubbed my flat stomach and she continued to sob. I kissed her forehead, and kept trying to calm her down, but no avail.

I was about to give in and leave, when it just…happened.

I went to go kiss her on her cheek when she looked up at me and just kissed me on the lips. Not a quick peck or “good-night kiss” but a full fledge, tongue in mouth kiss.

She pulled away from my face and didn’t say anything, we just looked at each other and then another kiss, then another and another.

She straddled my hips and continued to make out with me. I could feel her tongue slide in and out of my mouth, as her hands held my hands and forced me down on the couch.

Her moans of pleasure were interrupted by brief words of “so long” and “haven’t felt his way”. The words just somehow trailed off as her hands left mine and explored my button down shirt, snapping each button along the way and exploring my chest.

Those beautiful soft hands continued until they got to the seem of my pants. There, through the thin fabric she felt my hard seven inch cock, growing and pulsing!

She began to unbutton and unzip my pants and I tried to object, then Beylikdüzü escort she looked at me tenderly: “Please kevin darling,” she said through tear stained eyes “I need this so badly, it’s been so long!” I didn’t know what to do, I just brought my right hand up and brushed a tear away from her cheek and nodded non chalant. It could have been the wine talking, but I didn’t care anymore.

Mrs. nancy continued to remove my pants and kneeled before my now exposed member laying across my waste. Kneeling on the floor she blew on it gently with her mouth, making it twitch in anticipation.

She eyed it hungrily and just looked up at me in astonishment, slowly but surely Mrs. nancy lowered her mouth down to my cock. Not touching it with her hands and using only her mouth. Slowly she licked the shaft up to the tip and kissed it all the way back down. Bringing my cock slowly to attention she took her soft hands and wrapped it around my circumcised shaft and lowered her mouth onto my rod.

I nearly exploded with all my might as I felt her cool mouth wrap expertly around my cock. Up and down she bobbed her head as though this was the last cock on earth. I closed my eyes and just lived in the moment as I felt her drool drip down my cock, bringing extra sensation to the blowjob. The slurping sounds got louder as she feasted on me.

“nancyyyyyyyyyy…” I moaned in excitement.

“honey…………..,” she said briefly removing her mouth from my cock. I don’t know why, maybe it was the booze, or the erection itself, but her name rolled off my tongue with every moan and slurp she made.

It had to be one of the best blowjobs of my life, and without even a warning I exploded, hard and fast. I looked down to see nancy continue to slurp my cock as river after river of cum exploded in her mouth.

My cock finally stopped and she began to lick it clean. As the orgasm subsided, I watched as my cock grew harder, and more and more painful with out the physical contact of nancy’s mouth or touch.

She looked up kinda school-girlish and grimaced.

She could only smile and we really couldn’t say anything, she began to look away as if she were ashamed and with all my strength I pounced on her, slamming her to the floor.

Her legs wrapped around my naked body and moans came flying out of her mouth as I kissed her neck, licking and nibbling with inch that I moved.

My mouth slowly moved down her body, with such strength and aggression I ripped open her blouse to reveal her beautiful c-cup breasts in a lacy-see-through top. Gently I lowered my head kissing her chest then moving over each breast and gently blowing on it. Watching as each darkened nipple harden through the braw, I nibbled on each cloth covered tit as though it were gold, and finally, like her shirt, ripped her bra off her.

I sucked on each tit hard and passionately. I felt my tongue rubbing up against each nipple inside my mouth, tasting the saltiness of her skin and smelling the perfume of her body.

All the while laying on top of her, I could feel her sex becoming warmer and wetter as time progressed and my kisses became more passionate.

As I continued to suck I lowered my hand to her knee, rubbing her legs gently and softly, feeling their smoothness and tightness. Slowly trembling my way up her skirt, feeling every inch of her till I found her wet pussy inside her panty-less skirt.

I continued to suck as my fingers traced the outline of her pussy lips, feeling the warmth and wetness of her. She moaned “Yes, kevin darling, that feels so good!”, only fueling my fire and passion. Slowly I lowered my fingers into her sex, and her whole body tightened, as though frozen in stone!

The vast intake of breath from nancy only made me harder as I felt my fingers rub the inside of her warm sex. She trembled in my arms as I lowered my mouth and kissed her on her lips. My lips left hers and continued to traced down her body, as I got down to her skirt, I lifted it slowly, as though I were with a virgin and having sex with her for the first time.

The smell of her sex was overwhelming as I stared at her shaven wet pussy in all it’s glory. I lowered my head to smell her passion and finally lowered my tongue out to flick it gently against her clit. I felt my world close in around me as she wrapped her thighs around my head, forcing my whole face into her pussy. I licked passionately, tasting every inch of her, as I watched her head throw itself from side to side in slight moans of pleasure. As I continued eating her I watched as her hands pinched her nipples and Escort Beylikdüzü squeeze her breasts as though she wanted to pop them.

The more and more I licked the more louder her moans and screams became, I could feel she was close with each additional lick.

I lifted my head only to smile to the sounds of “You stopped! Why did you stop!”, she looked up at me in wanting eyes, as though I had backed out. I only smiled and leaned in closer to kiss her, as we kissed I felt the pain of her mouth biting my lower lip. As I entered her tight fuckhole, she screamed and immediately began to shake, and she clawed her nails down my back as her orgasm rocked her body almost immediately after I was fully inside her pussy.

“Oooooh!! OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOD!! OH!! “Ooooh Yes! Oh God that’s sooo good!! Ah!! Oh fuck!!” IM CUMMMINGGGGG!!! AH!! OH!! OH!! OHHHHHHH!!! Oh baby!! fuck me!! Fuck me now!! Ah!!” nancy Aunty was an absolute animal underneath me, and I did as she pleaded.

I began to pound her tight little pussy for all I was worth, while sucking, kissing, and biting on her titties, driving her over the edge for the second time in about thirty seconds.

“Oh!! Oh kevin!! Youre…Youre stretching my pussy!! Oooooohhhh Ive never felt anything like this!! Ah!! Ooooh! Harder baby Harder!!! Ohh!! Rip my pussy up with your huge prick!! Oh yes!! “Oooooh!! Oh!! Oh God!! Oh I love your fucking cock!! I love feeling it so deep inside my cunt!! Oh fuck me baby!! Fuck!! Ah! Ahhhh!! YES!!!” OH FUCK!! DONT STOP FUCKING ME!!! AH!! AHHHH!! YES!! YES!! MMMMMMMM GOD!! You fuck so goood!!!” nancy Aunty was writhing and bucking so hard underneath me that I couldn’t tell if I was fucking her, or trying to stay on a wild bull in a rodeo.

After her orgasm subsided, I maintained my rock steady fucking of her pussy, and nancy Aunty was rolling her eyes back in her head, and the moans that turned to screams that she was making resembled those of a feral nature rather than human.

I began to pound her slow and hard, slamming my cock all the way into her pussy, and removing it all the way, just to do it again.

nancy Aunty was going absolutely crazy fucking my cock. She was kissing my neck, and then biting, licking, and then sucking again.

Her hands were all over me, clawing my back, pinching my nipples, gripping my ass, my aunty was the absolute wildest fuck that I had ever had.

I pulled out of her, and rolled her over onto her knees so that I could fuck her doggy style. She immediately grabbed my cock and guided it inside her steamy pussy, and she began to buck against my cock.

I was completely still, and my aunty was fucking herself at an incredible pace with my cock.

I grabbed her ass to slow her down and get my control back, and I began to slap my nancy Aunty’s ass, each slap eliciting a scream of pleasure from her mouth.

I grabbed a hand full of my nancy Aunty’s hair, steadily pulling her head back while I pounded her pussy. I leaned up and suckled her neck and earlobe while I maintained my grip on her hair.

“I cant take much more kevin!! Youre so big….ohhh!! Ive never felt anything like this!! Ah!! Ah!!!!YESSSS…..YESSS….Just like that…..FUCK ME….Ahhh….Ahhhhh”

I felt nancy Aunty cream all over my cock for the second time,

Her legs once again found themselves wrapped around me as I slid in and out of her slowly. Feeling the warmth of her pussy and listening to her moan louder and louder.

Finally I removed our two entwined bodies and lifted myself up with out removing my cock from her pussy. I took both of her legs and forced her ankles close enough to her head as I could. She screamed out as if being raped as I pounded my cock deeper and deeper into her.

“OH GOD, SO CLOSE SO CLOSE!”

She could barely breathe. The words were so strained through her lips, her body glistening with sweat, that I could barely take it anymore.

Quickly she screamed:

“OH GOD! I’M CUUUUUMMMMMIIINGGGGGGG!”

With the tightening of her pussy around my cock, I too began to explode in her with a mutual orgasm, filling her with every ounce I could, milking me dry to the point where I collapsed beside her.

We laid there on the floor holding each other the rest of the night. We slept together that night, holding each other and sleeping as lovers, and only awaking every once in a while to kiss each others lips.

If you all really like this story, kindly send me feedbacks to the address in my profile. all comments are appreciated. I am Kevin 33 male from Bangalore. If any school girls, ladies, aunties within the age range of 18-50 from Bangalore, Mysore, Chennai, Tamil Nadu and Kerala wish 2 know more about me and like to have a pleasant, secret fun, then don’t hesitate to mail me ur comments as well as ur fantasies. Looking forward to all your mails.

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As I said yesterday, Lake Powell was awesome. Kip and I barely wore anything other than just speedos the entire time which is something I don’t even get to do here at home in Australia because I have random people dropping by all the time.

There were 13 of us one the boat and if you consider Kip and I a couple, it was 6 couples and one single guy (Jason). Kip and I had our own room with a double bed, 2 of the couples pitched tents (hehehe) on the top deck of the boat. Everyone kind of had their own space.

Poor Jason was going to camp on the top deck but for 3 nights he ended up sleeping with Kip and I.

Probably half the guys wore speedos anytime they got wet but Jason, Kip and I were the ones who wore speedos ALL the time.

I’m sure I’ve made the argument before, and I will make it again. Speedos are an ice breaker and the first afternoon when we finally got the houseboat out of the marina Kip and I knew that we would be fucking Jason somehow, someway during the trip.

The Beylikdüzü escort first night Jason just snuck into our room as Kip and I were making out in our speedos (Kip wearing some navy AussieBums, me wearing my ADIDAS 3-stripe and Jason wearing a pair of classic black lycra speedos). Kip and I had joked that we expected Jason any minute. The next morning nobody else on the boat commented but I’m sure they all knew what was going on.

That first full day everyone was a little hung over so it was a slow start and everyone was just in and out of the water. As the afternoon approached Kip and I decided to go on a hike to see if we could get up high on the mesa (that is a new word for me), we asked if anyone else wanted to come along but Jason was the only taker. The three of us set off in tennis/running shoes and our speedos (I was wearing my red Arena speedos, Kip was wearing my Aussie flag Turbo speedos and Jason was wearing his black lycra speedo brand speedos. I took Beylikdüzü escort a pack and put the usual supplies, water, towel, beer, condoms and lube).

The hike was nice and when we reached the mesa I finally got an idea of the lay of the land. The three of us sat down and enjoyed a beer and the view.

I don’t think I finished my beer before Jason was rubbing the front of Kip’s Turbo speedos. I love watching anyone have sex so I was happy to sit back and enjoy the show. As the good friend that I am, I pulled out the condoms and lube so they were handy when Jason and Kip needed them. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that I was 100% hard and straining the front of my red speedos.

One thing led to another, Kip’s Turbo speedos were removed (the material in Turbo speedos is really high quality but not very elastic), Jason’s cock was out the leg of his speedo and he began fucking Kip.

Watching this was pretty hot. I wanted some and I had an idea… a position Escort Beylikdüzü that I have seen but never tried.

Kip was on his knees and I managed to get under him and put a condom on. I pulled the bum of my red speedos down, squired some lube between my cheeks and backed up under Kip. I think they call this a train.

It was a little awkward but Kip managed to slide his cock inside me.

How hot is this!! Three guys, 2 still wearing their speedos with a naked Kip between us up high with the sky above us. Ow yeah, we each still had our shoes on – haha.

Not surprisingly, Kip came first, as he was cumming Jason came. I turned around, pushed Kip onto his back and came over his chest. The three of us were a sweaty, sticky, sweat and lube covered mess.

We walked the 20 minutes back down to the boat and decided to jump in the water before getting too close to the boat and the other guys, Kip in particular was in a messy state with my cum oozing down his chest.

I liked Lake Powell, maybe one year I’d love to get a houseboat and invite a handful of members along for a speedo only weekend… any takers?

Also guys, there is a gallery of 40 pics of Jason in his speedos over on my site. Just search for Lake Powell threesome.

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This Is a short little story written for a special someone. It is not as detailed as some of my work but I didn’t intend it to be more than a little sketch.

Kaylee stepped carefully into the grass wearing her new white patent-leather platform pumps with 6″ heels and two delicate forefoot straps that made the shoes look a little like Mary-Janes. I held her hand, making sure her thin, stiletto heels did not get stuck deep in the graas. The heels she wore were not designed for walking in the grass, and that made it even more erotic to watch her pick her way carefully to the folding sports chair. I gently and firmly held onto her arm and hand to steady her and ensure she didn’t sink into the grass and stumble or fall. She managed slowly and gracefully pick her way through the lumpy grass and bare patches, to sit down in the folding chair. She sat gently and then moved her left knee over her right, crossing her legs and putting her hands in her lap, She kept her slim fingers over the hem of her tiny little navy blue miniskirt printed with white stars all over it. The top of her cleavage was visible at the top of her red tube top and the thin, ice-white, lace-trimmed bolero she wore over the red tube top served to call attention to her firm tits peeking up from the stretchy material of her flag-red tube top. The tube top material was thin and stretched tightly across her firm, ripe tits and stretched enough so that her nipples stood out of the top out like firm, perky gumdrops that just begged to be kissed and sucked.

Her big plastic hoop earrings had little American flags inside and she had red/white/blue colored ribbons in her blonde hair and red, white and blue plastic bangles clattering on her slim wrist. Officially, Kaylee was “the nanny” but that title wasn’t really fooling anyone for more than a few minutes. It certainly hadn’t fooled my ex, who referred to Kaylee as “that little slut” with a venomous tone. The “nanny” term hadn’t fooled the parents of the kids I coached, in part because they saw the way I opened every door for her and the way I watched her ass sway as she passed. They saw the way she was always dressed up in outfits sexy and young, designed to play up her youth and that tight little body I loved to run my hands all over. They could tell she wasn’t just “the nanny” by the way she doted on me Beylikdüzü escort and ran her nails along my arm as we stood next to each other after practices or in the hotel lobby when the team went to travel tournaments. They could tell by the looks we exchanged and the subtle teasing that went on between us. My son wasn’t fooled either, he called her, “your girlfriend” in part because she didn’t sleep in the guest room and was snuggled up in my arms every night after dinner.

My ex called Kaylee a slut like it was a bad thing. I called Kaylee a slut sometimes too, but when I did, it was to praise her and reward her for pleasing me. It was a term of affection she earned and sought to hear come from my lips. She sought to be “my slut” as much as she sought to breathe air. And I sought to praise her whenever I could. Mostly because it made her even more excited and eager to please me and my insatiable appetite for her young, delightfully slim and toned body, her hot, eager little mouth and most of all, her tight, young, clingy little pussy that seemed to welcome the invasion of my big, thick, older cock with glee and grip it like a warm vice until I spit a another load of gooey, sticky, thick cum out into Kaylee’s buttery, juicy cunt.

Right now, she looked like an All-American Girl, celebrating the Memorial Day weekend dressed up in patriotic colors and looking super hot at the same time. I knew the outfit was inappropriate for the lacrosse tournament weekend, and I would have to stand on the other sideline and coach the kids while my Doll was across the field, looking so All-American HOT and sexy in the way only a young, hot, sexy “nanny” could!

I coached the first game while stealing as many looks over at Kaylee as I could. From my point of view, I could see that a number of the other dads were looking at Kaylee as much as they were watching the game. It was to be expected. She looked so hot, her long, blonde hair with the ribbons, her cherry-red lips matching her tube top, her blue eye-shadow and sparkling glitter eye makeup. She practically had a sign over her head that said, “American Dream Doll”.

After coaching the first game, I sat down next to my adorable, sexy Kaylee, but not before she stood up and gave me the biggest hug and a sweet kiss against my neck that lasted so long as she pressed her Beylikdüzü escort open, pillowy-soft lips against my the side of my throat and tongued my neck as she slid her nails up and down my chest with one hand and dug her nails into my back with the other.

“Good win coach.” She said in my ear.

I sat down next to her and watched her dangle a shoe half off her foot, teasing me as we sat watching two other teams play. My young son came up to us and sat in my lap, and talked to Kaylee and me. The team’s second game was coming up next and then we had a break for a few hours. I planned to leave my son with some of his teammates and parents and sneak off with Kaylee for a bit.

We won the second game, and then I asked team parents Jon and Karen to keep an eye on my son while Kaylee and I took a little walk. Then I took Kaylee’s hand and walked her along the path, out of sight of the field, to the recreation park’s huge parking lot. I unlocked the big SUV’s back seat doors and I helped Kaylee slip into the back seat, then I followed. The windows were pretty dark, so you had to press right up to them to see much of what was going on inside.

I pulled Kaylee into my lap and felt her skirt slide up around her hips as I crushed her lips against mine and pulled her tight to me. I needed my sugar badly after staring at her dressed so sexy all morning. She knew the effect she had on me and she ground her slim hips down into my thick slab of bull cock and moaned into my mouth as I held onto her hip bones and let her feel my stiff, throbbing cock pressing into her through my shorts.

I broke the kiss and heard her gasp, “Daddy!” as I helped her circle her hips round and round on my lap. I wanted her to feel the thick meat pushing her tiny, American Flag print, thong panties up into her slick, smooth, waxed slot and get them all soaked with her sweet cream.

She whispered “Let me suck it Daddy! I’m so hungry to taste it.” and I got even harder. She always said just the right things to me.

“Ride me first. Take it into your hot, tight little pussy and get it all slick with your cream first.”

“Yes Daddy!!! I want that more than ANYTHING! But I know you love my hot, wet mouth slurping on your daddy-cock too.” She said as she knelt up off my lap and I pulled her panties down. Then she stood Escort Beylikdüzü in the back seat for a moment while I pulled them past her knees and off. She sat back down and worked my pants down and pulled out my big, thick cock, stroking it softly with her fingertips and her blue nails painted with a white star. I loved the way her slim fingers looked and felt on my aching cock and I urged her to push it into her pink, tight pussy and take daddy’s cock deep into her snug, wet, young cunt.

She quickly moved her hand and rubbed the tip along her slot, then pushed it to the entrance and sunk down onto it. She knew how far I would travel into her in the first thrust and sought to limit my depth to that comfortable halfway point.

“FUCK! So tight and warm!” I said in her ear as I slipped inside her pink blanket of bliss.

“All wet for my daddy. For my daddy to fuck his girl. Fuck the nanny, daddy! Fuck the nanny’s tight, hot little cunt. Fuck your little whore daddy. Give me that big, thick bull cock. “

I did. Pumping into her as she rode me and we talked dirty and nasty to each other. I love how she knows when to be sweet and girly and then can be the hot little slut that makes me crazy and drives me wild. I was so hard and excited that I needed to cum soon. Needed to have her coax a load of daddy juice from my big, aching bull balls that my sweetie loved to suck on. The car was warm and I didn’t want to get too sweaty and messy with one game to go and a few hours more at the fields.

I pumped up into Kaylee and helped her hips buck up and down in my big, thick, daddy cock until she swirled her hips around and around. I knew she was close to cumming and I let her reach her apex and cum on my big, older, experienced cock. She buried her face in my neck and babbled “daddy, daddy, oh daddy, yes, yes, sooooo good!” and other things still she stiffened and clenched down on my big stick slid deep inside her core.

When she finished cumming hard and long on my stiff pole, it was my turn and I pumped my hips up into her until I was ready to burst and then pulled her off my big shaft and fed that big cock to her and let her lips wrap tightly against the shaft and seal around my flesh as she began to gulp down my pulsing loads of cum that I shot hard into her greedy mouth. She took every drop and swallowed it all as it came into her mouth. She sucked hard on the tip to get anything remaining and looked up at me proudly and smiled a happy, proud grin, knowing she had just made daddy so happy and satisfied.

Time to watch the next game and then coach the team.

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Jill Cumbest sat back and rubbed her eyes. It was after ten, well past quiting time, but the market research she and her team had been slaving on for weeks was finally done. She had just finished getting it all compiled and presentable. Giving the final chart one last glance, she rolled her tired shoulders. A sigh escaped her lips before she saved the document and shut her computer down.

She was the only one left in the building, except for the single security guard in the lobby, but that was nothing new. The last two weeks had been consumed with the market research for the new lingerie line. Before that it was a location search for a new outlet; before that research on color preferences for their target market. It was all good use of her degree in marketing, but the constant long hours were putting a strain on her team and on her marriage. Tomorrow morning at nine she would present to Lorraine Sapho, the owner of “For Women Only.” She really wanted to impress her boss. As Vice President of Marketing, she was the logical choice to replace the already retired Chief Marketing Officer, Sarah Sapho, Lorraine’ aunt, but nothing had been said yet. Maybe all of her hard work would pay off. She certainly hoped so.

Lorraine was a good boss. She cared deeply for her people and she worked very hard to grow the business, which was good for everyone. She paid well, gave out compliments, and rewarded good work. But she was also a control freak and a huge micro-manager. Sometimes Jill thought Lorraine was trying to run her life outside of work as completely as she was now controlling the marketing division. Jill had heard stories of Lorraine telling employees how to dress, how to look, even who to date or not date. Fortunately she seemed to approve of Jill’s fashion sense and life choices; especially Jill’s husband, Martin.

As she waited for her laptop to shut down, she thought about her husband. A smile crept onto her tired face. Martin was the kindest, gentlest man she’d ever met. She often thought of him as her gentle giant. She’d played basketball in college and had been among the taller women on her team, but Martin towered over her. She loved being held in his arms, snuggling into his muscled chest. He was handsome; golden blond hair, fair skinned, crystal blue eyes, so tall, and God those muscles. She needed to get more time with him. Maybe after the presentation tomorrow she could.

Heaving a sign, she tucked her laptop into it’s case. With her purse on one shoulder and her laptop on the other, she left her office, waving goodbye to the lone security guard, a stout woman with a perpetually stern face, before riding the elevator down to the parking level. Traffic was light this time of night so forty-five minutes later she pulled into her garage and shut the overhead door before heading into the house.

Their garage led straight to the kitchen, but eleven-thirty was too late for her to want to eat so she tiptoed through the house to their master bedroom. Ten minutes later, teeth brushed and changed into her nightgown, Jill climbed into bed beside her husband. He stirred just enough to pull her close to him and she fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning, Jill woke up early and spent thirty minutes on her elliptical while Martin jogged on his treadmill beside her. After a quick shower she dressed in a smart business suit, a mid thigh black skirt that showed off her long legs with a white blouse that showed a couple of inches of cleavage, grabbed her computer and, after giving her husband a quick kiss on the cheek, she hurried out the door.

Wednesday. Three more days until the weekend. She wasn’t going to work this weekend, she vowed. She needed the time to reconnect with Martin. Their intimacy had suffered to the point that they had only made love five times in the last two weeks. She needed more and she knew Martin did too. Just three days and she’d make it up to him; two full days of time to themselves, no distractions. The thought made her smile.

She walked into her office at seven-fifty-five; had her coffee cup filled before eight and was in the conference room with her laptop hooked up to the projector and ready for her presentation by eight-forty. She went over her presentation in her head, and took a deep breath. She was ready.

Lorraine walked into the room at eight-fifty-five and smiled at Jill. Giving her a nod of approval for being ready ahead of time, Lorraine sat at the head of the large oval conference table. She wore a simple, but flattering peach business suit, obviously tailored to fit her perfectly. Her pleated white blouse didn’t hide her figure, actually accenting her large breasts and showing a good amount of cleavage. Her mid-thigh pencil skirt was tight enough to show off her well rounded bottom. Her jet black hair was cut in a short bob that curled in just a little at the ends. Her makeup was perfect; red lips, deep blue eye shadow that highlighted her hazel eyes and just enough rouge to color her cheeks.

Jill Beylikdüzü escort took a deep breath; Lorraine’s heady perfume catching her attention. It wasn’t overbearing, but was enough to entice. The perfume stirred something inside of Jill and she felt her heart beat faster. Lorraine often had this effect on Jill, but she’d always attributed it to the control Lorraine had over Jill’s life. Even though Lorraine was nearly a foot shorter than Jill, her confidence and general demeanor always cowed Jill a little. Lorraine was beautiful, commanding, smiling.

Suddenly Jill realized she’d been staring and she quickly averted her eyes, forcing herself to look back to her opening slide on the screen. Just then the door opened and Alva Sapho entered. Alva was Lorraine’s wife and the companies Chief Financial Officer. Supremely intelligent, and very detailed oriented, Alva kept a tight rein on the company’s finances. Alva was followed closely by Nicey Janau, the Vice President of operations, and Lisa Quinn, the Vice President of Human Resources. Jill was a little puzzled by Lisa’s presence since marketing wasn’t a human resources issue but gave each of them a warm smile.

Alva was a short Hispanic woman with perfect golden brown skin, big gorgeous eyes, and a body that any man would drool over. Her luxurious coal black hair surrounded her head and flowed down her back, almost reaching her incredible ass. Her large round breasts strained against the light fabric of her white button up top with the top three buttons undone and Jill’s eyes were drawn to the long cleavage displayed. Looking at Alva was enough to make Jill question her sexual orientation, although, thinking of Martin always renewed her conviction of her hetrosexuality. Still, if she were to ever experiment… Jill let the thought go with a smile.

Nicey’s presence wasn’t a surprise. She and Jill had worked closely on this project, both teams involved in determining what they could really produce and what it would cost. Those numbers, combined with demand predictions had allowed Jill to build pricing and revenue models. Jill genuinely liked Nicey and her husband Carlton. In fact, Jill and Martin both liked the Janaus. The four of them had dinner frequently and attended parties and other functions together. Everything was always more fun with Nicey around, although Carlton did tend to flirt with Jill some. Martin had never become upset, and truthfully she’d caught Martin flirting with Nicey as well. Just good fun and nothing serious though.

“It looks like we are all here,” Lorraine said, “You may begin.”

Jill smiled at at the group and then started her presentation. For the next hour Jill went over all of the numbers, demographics, break-even points, and sales projections her and Nicey’s teams had worked so hard to compile, all the while Lorraine sat there with a passive look on her face, never once giving away her thoughts. Jill frequently gave Nicey and her team credit for the work they had done along with praise for her own team members. Jill felt it was important to give credit and praise where it was due. As the presentation went on, she could feel a trickle of sweat in the middle of her back, but she somehow managed to keep her smile on her face and enthusiasm in her voice. She believed in this new line and she really wanted to sell it. As she wrapped up the last slide, Lorraine turned to Alva.

“What do you think, love?”

“I think we have found our girls, although there is one last test.” Alva hadn’t hesitated in her response and her eyes hadn’t left Jill.

“Yes, there is one last matter.” Lorraine turned back to Jill. “Alva and I are having a little get together this weekend, it will be small. We’d like you and Nicey to bring your spouses. Oh, and plan on spending the weekend.” Turning to Lisa, Lorraine continued, “Lisa, you may proceed as planned.”

“So, are we going to go forward with the new line?” Jill asked, shaking her head.

“Of course we are. You’re presentation was very convincing. Oh, and I need you and Nicey to come by my office Friday at ten. We’ll talk about this weekend then. Now, you both need to go spend some quality time with your husbands. But don’t wear them all out before this weekend.” Lorraine and Alva exited the conference room, leaving Jill standing there with a silly grin on her face.

She couldn’t wait to tell Martin how well it had gone. Nicey came up to her and gave her a firm hug.

“Way to go, girl. Any idea of what this weekend is about?”

Nicey was a beautiful woman with dark chocolate skin. Her raven black hair was styled in a cute pixie cut that left her ears exposed and didn’t quite cover her collar. She always wore purple lipstick that accented her dark complexion beautifully.

“I really don’t,” Jill giggled.

“You’ve heard the stories, right?” Nicey asked conspiratorially.

Jill glanced over at Lisa, who seemed to be engrossed in some paperwork.

“I don’t believe everything I hear. Martin Beylikdüzü escort and I aren’t swingers.”

“Have you talked about it before? Carlton and I have. We’ve never done it, but I know he would jump at a chance with you.”

“What are you talking about? He has his Nubian Princess. He loves you too much to cheat.” Jill was shocked at Nicey’s cavalier assumption.

“Not cheat, silly, just swing. Besides what man wouldn’t want to have a Scandanavian queen like you. And I have to tell you, I wouldn’t kick Martin out of my bed for eating crackers.”

Just then Lisa cleared her throat.

“Lorraine wanted me to make sure you both went home right after we were done. Oh, and don’t come in tomorrow. Lorraine wants to meet with both of you on Friday morning at ten. You don’t need to show up again until then.” Lisa gave them another smile and then left.

Jill and Nicey looked at each other.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” they both asked in unison and then laughed.

“Yep, Carlton isn’t expecting me home early today, so …”

“Spa Day!” Jill clapped and then hugged Nicey.

Unintentionally, Nicey’s face went right between Jill’s breasts during the hug, but neither woman minded. They broke the hug and practically ran from the conference room.

That night Jill made a light supper for her and Martin. While they ate, she told him all about the presentation and Lorraine’s response.

“I hope you don’t mind going over to Lorraine’s this weekend. I guess we’ll need to pack extra clothes,” Jill said at the end.

Martin gave her a small chuckle. “What do you want to do if this is an invite to a sex party?”

“Martin!”

“Oh come on. You’ve heard the same stories I have, shoot you told me most of them.”

“You don’t really,” Jill paused and her eyes went wide. “Oh my God! I was so excited about the presentation, I didn’t even think. Oh!”

“We’ve talked about swinging before,” Martin said with a sly smile.

“But Nicey and Carlton will be there too.” Jill felt her pulse racing as she thought about the implications.

“Carlton has made it very clear he’d love to get into your pants, babe.” Martin laughed at Jill’s expression.

“And Nicey told me flat out she want’s you, today,” Jill bantered back.

“So the question still stands.”

“I don’t want to offend my boss right when I think she may be about to offer me a C level position.”

“Clearly that would be bad form,” Martin smirked.

“Oh fuck! You pig, you want to fuck Nicey, don’t you.” Jill smiled at her husband.

“Only if you were totally okay with it and it wasn’t just me. I mean, it would have to be a mutual swing thing. But would you be okay with it? What if Lorraine’s intent is a huge orgy? Could you handle that?”

Jill stood still for several moments. “I guess so, maybe. I don’t know. I’m not a prude.” In college she and her sorority sisters had been pretty wild so it wasn’t like this would be her first wild sex party. Still. She looked at Martin carefully. “I know you love me and won’t run off with Lorraine.” It wasn’t quite a question.

“Especially since she is married to another woman,” Martin interjected.

“And I know Nicey and Carlton love each other,” Jill continued giving her husband a side eye glance. “So I guess we should be prepared if something does happen. This feels weird, even thinking about it.”

“Well it may be nothing more than a weekend of visiting. You never know.”

“Lorraine is meeting with Nicey and me on Friday. I assume she will tell us what to expect this weekend then. If she says anything about swinging or drops any hints, I’ll let you know.”

While Martin cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher, Jill quickly slipped into his favorite teddy and arranged herself on the couch in what she hoped was a sexy pose.

Martin grinned like a schoolboy when he saw Jill on the couch. His smile warmed her heart. Without speaking, he walked over to her. She watched as he knelt beside the couch and then leaned over and kissed her on the lips. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their lips parted, tongues dancing together, as their passion bloomed. Jill gasped as she felt herself slip from the couch and slide to the floor. Laughing warmly, Martin crouched over her. Looking into his eyes, she saw his love for her. She reached up and unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it back off his shoulders.

“Make love to me, Martin. I want to feel you inside me.”

He wiggled out of his shirt as she unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. Shoving his pants and boxers down, she gripped his long shaft and stroked. Feeling him harden in her hand, she leaned up and kissed him again. His hand found her breast, bringing a moan from her lips. Spreading her legs, she welcomed him, guiding him to her already damp sex. Their lips pressed together. Jill wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down onto her, feeling his weight.

He Escort Beylikdüzü was so big. As he pressed into her, he stretched her wide, not painful, but tight. Only half way in, she already felt full but she knew she could take all of him and she welcomed it.

Always gentle with her, Martin eased in slowly, letting her body adjust. Finally he was fully in, his large balls resting on her full bottom.

“God that feels so amazing. You’re cock is amazing.” Jill wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him inside her.

“You are a wonderful woman. About to become the CMO of a wonderful company. You’re smart; beautiful. I am proud to be your husband. So proud of you.” His hand brushed the side of her face, up into her long blonde hair. “I want you to know that I will always love you and support you in every way I can.”

She felt him pull out, until just the large knob of his cock remained inside her. As he pushed back in, she used her legs to pull him in tighter. They built up a steady rhythm. Clinging to him, tears welled up in her eyes. She loved him so much. She loved being connected to him; loved having him inside her.

They kissed passionately as they made love, tears of joy and love streaming down her face. Her orgasm sparked inside her, growing rapidly. Fire spread from her center outward, engulfing her. She clung to Martin desperately as her body convulsed and shook. A howl erupted from her lips as her legs dropped and her body stiffened. Her hips pressed up pushing against her husband. She clutched him, shuddering in the last throws of her climax. Finally, she dropped limp to the floor, panting, eyes staring aimlessly.

Martin withdrew from her, scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. Jill revived from her climax, smiling at him as he gently lowered her to the bed. He hadn’t finished in the living room and she watched as he rolled a condom onto his turgid cock. It was something he had started doing two weeks ago.

“Why are you wearing condoms now?” she asked as he finished.

He smiled at her. “Just being careful. I know you are not on birth control.”

“Don’t you want children with me?”

She was suddenly feeling insecure. They had talked about having children in the past and Martin had always seemed excited about it. It had been her that had been reluctant to start their family.

“No, sweetheart, that’s not it at all.” Martin frowned but continued. “I don’t want to do anything, even unintentionally, that would keep you from achieving your goals.”

She smiled up at him. “I love you so much. Come here you big lug and fuck me silly.”

Friday morning at ten after ten, Jill and Nicey were sitting in Lorraine’s office. Nicey was grinning like a cheshire cat. Jill’s mouth was hanging open, her eyes wide, as she stared at her boss.

“You want Martin to father a child with Alva? Why?” Jill sputtered when she could finally speak.

Lorraine’s face was calm, her lips raised in a smile. Alva sat off to the side, also smiling.

“It’s the only way way to make it work. When my mother started this business she put in some immutable by-laws. One of those by-laws is that only members of our extended family could be officers of the company. If Martin father’s my wife’s child, he becomes a part of our family, and you, being married to him, also become a part of our family. Until the birth we can make you acting CMO, but that can only be for a period of one year.” Lorraine sat back. “So, without Martin giving Alva a child, we can’t make you CMO. It’s not like a quid-pro-quo, because the by-laws simply prevent us from promoting you.”

Jill sat back. “But…” She shook her head.

Could she do it? Could she ask Martin to do this for her?

“So where does that leave me?” Nicey asked, her laughter had faded and she now looked concerned.

“That brings me to the second part. Martin needs to father a child with you as well, Nicey,” Lorraine said, her voice matter of fact.

“What the fuck!” Nicey burst out, then quickly followed it. “I mean, why? What would that do for your by-laws.”

“It’s simple really. Since Martin will be a part of our family, when he fathers your child, your child will become a part of our family, and by virtue of that relationship, you will also be a part of the family. Remember, my mother specifically said ‘extended’ family. Our lawyers have assured us that this plan is sound.”

“I don’t think I could ever talk Carlton into going along with this,” Nicey said shaking her head.

“He already has, but he did have a condition.” Lorraine turned to Jill. “Since Martin is fathering a child with Nicey, Carlton wants you to have his child.”

“Holy fucking shit! First you want my husband to have children with two other women and then you want me to have a child with my best friend’s husband. You’re crazy, you know that?” Jill’s face was red. “There is absolutely no way Martin would ever go for this.”

Lorraine reached out and took Jill’s hand. “He has already agreed to all of it, as long as you agree. He won’t do any of it without your total consent.”

Jill shook her head. “I don’t believe it.”

“Has he worn a condom for the last two weeks?” Lorraine asked softly.

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…and then? Nothing.

After that night ended, with me sneaking out of the door at one in the morning before her husband Paul came home? Nothing.

Back in work after the New Year, she was the same as she’d ever been with me. I knew that she couldn’t act differently in the office, but I’d thought that there would be a call, a message, or an e-mail – something. Something to acknowledge what we’d done; done over and over, on her sofa, in the shower… Nothing.

Work became torturous. As I say, she was the same as she’d ever been with me – the same way she had been when just the thought of fucking her was driving me wild. After we’d actually done it, every smile as she passed my desk, every time I got her a coffee, watching her walk around the office; it was hellish. She was still wearing the same variety of either smart business suits that showed off her curves or just-about-appropriate-for-the-office dresses with high slits and low necklines that showed off everything. I obsessed over her at my desk, snatching glances when I could – her desk was in my line of sight, sitting removed from me in it’s separate office – my eyes pouring over her.

She’d let her hair grow and it hung down to her shoulders, framing her bone structure, her high cheekbones and strong jaw-line that tapered off to her delicate chin, preventing her face from losing it’s femininity. Her eyes, a delicate shade of blue that kept them twinkling and mischievous, always topped with a permanently arched eyebrow so it seemed. Her figure… Oh, many work-hours lost contemplating her figure – it’s outline against her clothes – full, curved and welcoming.

I’d pondered all this over and over, of course; but now I had immediate context for it all. Her hair? Remembering how it felt between my fingers or draped across my stomach as she kissed me. Her eyes? How wide they would go each time I entered her, how they’d narrow as she licked around the head of my cock. Her figure? Where to begin? The natural firmness and size of her breasts in my hands as I sucked one of her hard, dark pink nipples… The way I could feel her muscles working in her ass as she rode me, watching her trimmed pussy moving up and down the shaft… The sense of instruction in her posh accent as she would wrap a leg around me and tell me to move deeper inside her… I sat at my desk half-hard most days, trying not to stare and look too lust-stricken.

It was this that I was focussing on when she said it. “Michael?”

I looked up. “Yes, Kate?” She looked incredible today, a dark-blue dress that hung to her like smoke around Lauren Bacall.

She passed me a box-file. “Could you take this down to the accounts department, please?”

I nodded forlornly; another random work task that an office junior could have carried out. “Sure.”

I was at the door when she shouted me. “Oh, and Michael? Could you just check that everything’s OK with it before you hand it in?”

I walked down to accounting wondering how it’d come to this level of obsession, when it was clear that all it was to her was a one-night stand, a revenge fuck against Paul’s indiscretions. I shook my head and opened the box-file.

A pair of black panties lay inside, on top of the files. There was a post-it note on them: ‘Stay late?’

I slammed the lid shut again and Beylikdüzü escort checked to see who was around. Nobody. I opened the file again and took the underwear out. They were warm.

After removing and pocketing the underwear, I dropped the file off and headed to the men’s bathroom. Once inside, I took them out and smelled them, relishing the aroma of Kate’s pussy. Running my fingers around inside them, I could make out traces of wetness. I rushed back to our department with them in my pocket and walked to her office. After knocking, I put my head inside and said, “Dropped the file off. There may be one or two things that need my attention though, so I’ll be staying late tonight.”

She nodded, deadpan. “Right. Well, I am as well so you’ll have some company at least…”

I nodded back was turning to leave when she quietly said under her breath, “It’s been killing me not having you.” I didn’t react and walked back to my desk to spend the rest of an agonising afternoon watching the clock crawl towards the evening.

Eventually, we were alone. As the last remaining member of staff bar us walked out, she looked up and caught my eye. We shared a glance that made my breathing get quicker and she flicked her head back to beckon me to her office.

I walked in without nodding. “Hello, Kate.”

“Hello, Michael. Missed me?”

“You know the answer to that; you’re far from stupid, Kate.”

“Did you like your present?”

“What, these?” I took the panties from my pocket. “They’re very nice.”

“I’m glad you like them. What I did was, I crossed my legs like this-” She crossed them practically at the hip to show me. “-and I thought about what we did in my house for fifteen minutes. I’ve been doing that a lot.”

“Me too.”

“Mmm. I could tell. Have you been thinking about it when you bring yourself off?”

“Yes. Kate, I can’t take much more of this. Are we going to your place, mine, a hotel, what?”

She raised both her eyebrows. “What’s wrong with right here?” She stood and walked to her office blinds and drew them. “No-one can see us now… Plus, I don’t know if you can wait that long…”

She moved in close to me and we kissed slowly, languidly, our mouths parting as her tongue moved slowly against mine. Her hand ran across my stomach and down over my trousers to find the outline of my cock – nearly fully hard already. “I thought not” she said with a grin as she started to rub me through the fabric.

I pushed her back against a filing cabinet as she rubbed, kissing her neck and dropping one of my hands down to her waist. Her dress stopped just above knee height and I watched as I gathered up handfuls of it, pulling in time with her slow rubbing, watching it creep up, exposing thigh, then hip. I slipped the hand underneath it and she gave a little moan as my fingers flitted across the top of her thigh, to run small circles in the hairs of her pussy.

Our kisses got deeper as she undid my trousers and moved her hand inside to wrap it around my shaft. As she did, I moved my fingers down, feeling the moist lips of her pussy and rubbing two fingers between them. “Oh God, Michael – you get me wet so fucking quickly…” As she swore in her perfect English tones, my cock throbbed in her hands and she bit gently at my neck. “Follow Beylikdüzü escort me…”

We moved apart and she walked over to her desk and sat on the edge. “Take my seat.” I sat in her chair and watched as she spread her legs and pulled the dress up so it was at waist level. She started to finger her clit as she unbuttoned the front of it, revealing her incredible tits in a bra that matched the black lace panties that I now threw on her desk. “Come here…”

I moved the seat in closer and she held out her wet fingers for me to suck and lick upon; as I did, she parted her dress and pushed her bra up and over her breasts so her other hand could play with her nipples. “Eat me, Michael” she said as I let her fingers fall from my mouth. As I moved my chair in closer still and parted her legs, she lay back resting on her elbows and started stroking and pulling on her tits with both hands.

I pushed the dress up further, exposing her pussy completely and kissed at her stomach, the inside of her thighs, the top of her pubic mound, getting closer to her lips in concentric circles. After a few minutes, I dipped my head and inserted the tip of my tongue into her cunt and moved my head up all the way to the top, parting her pussy lips with my tongue. She moaned loudly and threw her head back. “Oh, yes – that’s it, darling…” I parted her lips with my thumbs and kissed, licked on her, my chin getting damper and damper, before moving my mouth up to suck on her swollen clit, running my tongue around it, over it, flicking at it and kissing it as I worked two fingers into her cunt and started to finger fuck her. Her pussy muscles contracted and I could hear wet, hungry noises from it. Kate was moaning in time with my fingers slipping in and out, chewing on her lower lip, her hands squeezing her tits. “God, that’s enough – stand up!”

I did so as she stood too, kissing me hungrily on the mouth, her hands gripping my head as I took over from them, massaging her tits urgently, our breathing heavy and hot. As we broke off the kiss, she pushed my trousers down and jerked off my stiff cock before she turned and bent over her desk, legs wide apart, hands gripping the far side of it. She looked back over her shoulder, flicked her hair behind her. “Put that big cock in me!”

I pushed the head of my dick between her pussy lips and slid slowly all the way into her, both of us groaning at the sensation. I left my full length inside her as I ran my hands up her back, then underneath her to grip and massage her tits, before sliding it nearly all the way out, leaving just my cockhead inside her, before moving back into her, taking my time, savouring it. “God, you feel so good, Kate. Your pussy feels so good around me…”

“God, baby – fuck me slowly, that’s it…” I gripped her waist and started to slide in and out, nearly all the way each time, doing as she asked. We caught our rhythm and she began to buck back against me in time, controlling the speed of it. “Ohhhhhhhhhhhh… Your dick feels so wide in me… Oh, yessssssssssss…”

Eventually, she started to speed up her backward motions and I left more of my cock in her so I could fuck her harder, faster, speeding up as well. Our moans and groans were increasing with intensity, her words egging me on – “Fuck me, Michael, oh yes, give it to me Escort Beylikdüzü – oh, fuck me…” – over and over…

I bent over her and grabbed her tits again, making her growl and groan and she dropped her forehead to the desk, fucking like animals now, as hard and fast as we could, the desk rocking, knocking paperwork to the floor. “Oh God, YES. Give it to me, fuck me Michael, fuck me hard… Oh, God… Oh, GOD!” I felt her cunt contracting and releasing around my cock and the sensation set me off too. Kate came hard, loud, flinging her head back and biting down on her fist to stop from screaming her pleasure to the whole building, only succeeding in muffling it, as I started to cum in her, jet after jet, my body on fire.

Eventually, I slumped down with my cock still inside her, my chest against her back, both of us still mainly clothed, and she tilted round as far as she could, kissing me hard on the mouth. We were still kissing a few minutes later when the phone rang – both of us jumping at the outside intrusion into our pleasure.

She looked at the caller ID. “It’s Paul.”

I nodded and pulled out of her. She turned and stood… then grinned at me, raising her eyebrows. “Sit down and keep quiet.” I did as she asked as she picked up the phone, looking right into my eyes. “Hello, Paul.” She paused as he spoke. “No, I may be a while yet.”

While she listened this time, her free hand moved to her pussy and began to wipe up some of my cum. “I did tell you I was going to stay late, Paul.”

She knelt in front of me, pulling the phone to the edge of the desk, and started to rub my cum onto the end of my still swollen cock, lubricating it… before slowly jerking the entire length of it slowly in her grip. “Yes, well I am very busy.”

As her husband was talking on the other end of the phone, she dipped her head while listening and started to suck and lick me clean. I gritted my teeth to stop from moaning as she took as much in her mouth as she could and slowly sucked upwards before gently letting it fall from her mouth. “You can’t say you don’t work late too sometimes…”

I could still hear the noise of Paul’s voice from the other end of the line, even if I couldn’t make out the words, as Kate nodded to what he was saying but kept kissing and licking at my cockhead, clearly loving the taste.

“Well, perhaps you should make your own dinner, Paul” Kate said, looking at me still, licking at the tip of my dick in between sentences. “I’m eating at my desk tonight.”

She deep-throated me again, her tongue flicking hotly around my dick as she massaged my balls and jerked me off. I heard Paul say something else to her. “Yes, well, that’s how it is.” The conversation apparently ended with that, as she turned and hung up the phone.

“God, you can be a dirty bitch, Kate.”

“I know” she replied, dipping her head. She finished cleaning my cum and her pussy juice from my dick and stood up. “NOW we’re going to your place to see how dirty we can be.” She turned and saw the black lace panties on her desk. She picked them up and wiped the remainder of my cum up, cleaning her cunt with the silk inlay, before passing them to me. “A souvenir.”

“Let’s go. Quickly.” I took the panties from her and pocketed them after first getting redressed. “If this is only going to be an occasional thing, then I want to make the most of it. You’re driving me crazy.”

Kate smiled as she fixed her own clothing. “You’re going to make the most of me anyway, Michael… but don’t worry. This is going to get very, very regular indeed…”

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The familiar sounds of cardboard cartons toppling emanated from his daughter’s room. Mr. Robinson knew she has arrived to give his nurse her day off. Iki had a way of producing these noises. Mr. Robinson was never able to figure out how she manages to topple cardboard cartons every time she enters her room. Soon she appeared in person.

“Morning Dad.”

“A very good morning to you Iki.” Her mother named her Ikeba after the Japanese art of flower arrangement to which she was much addicted at the time of her daughter’s birth. Later mother went on to appreciation of other things, but that is another story.

Daughter stood at the door and then slowly went round her Dad rather like a dog in strange territory. She did not sniff though. Dad lay on a large orthopaedic cot gleaming with stainless steel scaffolding. Both arms of Dad were in layers of bandage and hung on the frame balanced on weights over pulleys. One leg lay stretched on a stand. The other lower limb was free.

“Poor Dad,” said daughter, “do you feel pain?”

“Pain is over but the itching is intolerable.”

“That’s not itching Dad. If you are constrained you always feel itchy somewhere or the other.”

“Yes, in the barber shop it always happens. But that does not make it any less a misery.”

“Now that I am here I will scratch. Where do I start?”

“That’s the problem; it is always under the bandages. Instead of one free leg that is of no use I wish I had a free arm. I could then reach for the itch with knitting needles.”

“Truck driver should plan their accidents so that at least an arm of their victim is free,” said Iki.

“Enough about me. Tell me about yourself.”

“I am OK.”

“How is Charles?”

“Why always Charles and not Charlie? Anyway it doesn’t matter. He is well.”

“You seem happily married. That’s good.”

“No complaints. We get on very well together. We have found the formula for marital happiness.”

“I wish I had known your formula.”

“I wish you had. Like all great formulae this is simple, but I am not sure your mental make up would have taken to it.”

“What’s wrong with my mental make up?”

“You cannot accept change. You lack vision. To apply my formula you have to make a quantum leap.”

“Tell me about your formula and I would tell you if it comes within my range of vision, or is narrow enough for me to leap across. Might have saved me the lonely life I now lead.”

“You are not alone Dad. Please take that into your head. And no self pitying.”

“I thought your mother and I were OK, not great but OK. Then she suddenly left me. It shook me at my very foundation. I just did not see it coming.”

“There should have been plenty of indications. You were blind to it, blind as a mole.”

“Blind as a bat.”

“No Dad, bats are not blind, but many moles are.”

“Well let that be. You said there should have been indications, want indications?

“Indications that she was bored to death.”

“I don’t understand. Are you bored?”

“No.”

“What’s this bored; bored of what?”

“The same man, the same foreplay, the same cock, the same everything. Who wouldn’t be bored?”

“What do you mean; that I should have allowed her to have other men?”

“Yes, and you have other women.”

“The marriage will go to pieces.”

“It won’t. The bonds will get stronger.”

“Arrant nonsense.”

“The exact words I expected you to employ. I am talking sense. I’ll explain. I was getting bored of Charlie too. I could see that he was getting bored of me. One day after supper I took up the matter with him. I of course had done my home work before that.

‘Charlie,’ I said, ‘would you like to have sex with other women from time to time?’

‘Iki, what a silly question, which man wouldn’t?’

‘Would you mind if I have sex with other men?’

‘If I have you should too.’

‘Then why not?’ I said. He smiled. He is a perceptive man.”

“Unlike me,” said Mr. Robinson.

“Yes unlike you,” agreed daughter.

‘What’s the plan?’ he asked.

‘Read this.’ I had circled an item in the newspaper. ‘Read Beylikdüzü escort aloud.’

‘Couple — early thirties — want companionship with other couples same age — physical intimacy not excluded.’

‘What do you say?’

‘Why not? We will follow it up.”

“You did Iki?”

“We did Dad. Emails, then letters with photographs, then we met in a restaurant. We rather liked each other. Then we went to a beach, a clothes optional one. We were comfortable showing our bodies. That evening we swapped.”

“You had sex with the man and Charles had sex with that woman.”

“Yes.”

“Different rooms?”

“Does that matter? In the same room and before you ask more questions on the same bed, and just a queen sized one.”

“Lots of touching?”

“That’s what we had come for. After that I had sex with Charlie, and they had sex, again on the same bed with lots of touching. Shall I tell you something Dad, Charles and I were never closer to each other than in that fuck.”

“Then you got bored with that couple.”

“Dad, you are an expert pessimist. We did not get bored, you know why? Before that could happen we had fun with another couple who were friends of our first.”

“And…”

“And so it goes on. We live in constant expectation of new friends, and while we wait we have wonderful sex with ourselves.”

“What if he runs away with one of your swap friends?”

“Just the thought that would pass through your negative mind Dad. Run away and soon get bored again? Think of the wonderful time we are having. A husband who thinks of my sexual requirements and lets me have what I want; friends, swap friends if you want to call them that, who are closer to us than the family, and the excitement of week-end expectations. It’s too beautiful for words. End all this? No way Dad.”

“Where are you going?”

“Setting up for your sponge bath. Your nurse has left instruction that I can disobey only on pain of severe punishment.”

“Henrietta is rather strict.”

“When I am doing that I will give an instance of how thoughtful Charlie is to my needs.”

Iki was efficient in her own way. Soon she had completed sponging Dad body above the waist. The critical lower part of the body was next.

“You want to strip me?”

“How else can I get the job done?”

“I’d rather not.”

“Why?”

“I can’t explain.”

Ikeba burst out laughing…

“I know. You are having an erection. This same-cot swapping sex talk is having its effect. All the more reason why I must do it. I of course have seen your cock on an off when I was living at home, but never have I see it erect. Now is my chance.” She undressed him without further ado.

“Magnificent, splendid,” she exclaimed for it was indeed a very decent sized cock that was waving before her. She grasped it and kissed the rose.

“Don’t Iki, I am your father.”

“Dad,” she said in severe tones, “do I not have the right to thank something to which I owe my very existence?”

“OK, get this bath done quickly.”

She did his genitals last. She paid a lot of attention to his penis (which was still erect) retracting the foreskin and replacing it and retracting it again as if testing its efficiency. As she was doing that she spoke.

“Dad I am convinced that this one man one woman stuff is the root of all evil. The sooner civilised man dispels that notion the better it would be for humanity. What I am telling you happened a month ago. One day in the beach I saw a man who seemed to have a very large cock. I mentioned this playfully to Charlie. Soon after that man happened to come close by. Charlie made friends with him as he so easily does. Soon he was under our umbrella drinking coke with us when Charlie mentioned to him that I thought his cock was big. I was annoyed, but the other man took it so well that I calmed down. He offered to show his cock and I agreed. I gasped – it was really big. Noting my interest Charlie winked, the other man winked, and Charlie asked if would be willing to be fucked by that man. By that time I was in the sprit of the thing. I nodded agreement. Dad, no one ever Beylikdüzü escort filled me as that man did that afternoon. It was wonderful.”

“You mean in the open beach.”

“O! Dad, it is like you to revert to unnecessary details at the expense of the core things. Well it was open beach all right, but we rearranged the umbrellas.”

“With Charles watching”

“Not just watching. I was sucking his cock the while. Have you heard of the MFM threesome? That was happening. Dad, when husband and wife have sex with the others with the knowledge of the spouse it is not just acceptable, it is welcome.”

“Confusing, but not as confusing as it was when you started telling me all this. You are talking as if swapping is a spiritual exercise. I am not able to comprehend that.”

“It is Dad. Sharing what you hold so precious releases you form the confines of narrow selfishness that is the norm of so called civilised humans. Charlie and I feel liberated. I am a better woman than I was before this happened. I am glad to know that you are softening to that idea, Dad. Now coming to your sex life when did you have your last fuck?”

“Should you know?”

“Absolutely.”

“Two months ago.”

“Before the accident?’

“Yes of course. Do you think I can fuck in the state I am in?

“When was the last jerk-off?”

“After the accident none.”

“You can’t of course, but Henrietta could help.” Mr. Robinson laughed out aloud.

“Henrietta, indeed. Next you would think of Miss. Dracula.”

“Shall I jerk you off?”

“Don’t be funny. Daughter jerking off Dad? Absurd notion; quite horrible.”

“Daughter’s duty to the father has no limits.”

“Maybe to you. I draw a line.”

‘So you have drawn the line,’ said Iki, but to herself. ‘I know you men and the lines you fellows draw.’

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I was speaking to myself about you.”

“Tell me what.”

“That’s a secret. Dad have you ever fantasized about me?”

“You mean sexual fantasies.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Never?”

“Whenever the thought occurred I used to think of something else to drown it off.”

“Shall I tell you something? I have fantasized about you. It may interest you to know that I did not drown it. I delved into it in depth and enjoyed the experience.”

“When did this happen?”

“When I was eighteen or thereabouts. When I embraced you I would get moist about my pussy. Dad I used to feel your hard cock against my pussy too.”

“Yes Iki, I used to get hard at those times. I used to feel very guilty.”

“Why guilty. Woman is a woman.”

“Iki, a daughter is not a woman in that sense to a father. Your notions are extraordinary.”

Iki did not respond. She dried and powdered Dad and then was busy cleaning up. Soon everything was tidy even by the exacting standards of Sister Henrietta.

“Now you have your soup, and after that a surprise.” Soon Mr. Robinson was sipping hot soup.

“Dad are you comfortable? If you are I can spring the surprise.”

“I am comfortable enough, but as for surprises I do not know what you are talking about. I don’t like that smile of yours. It’s quite wicked.”

“Wicked? More Dad, I am going to break the law.”

She took the empty soup bowl away. She reappeared and sat by the side of Dad.

“When did you last see me naked Dad?”

“I don’t like the trend of your talk Iki. Why should you know?”

“Answer Dad. I ask the questions.”

“Years ago. You had not come of age then.”

“So you remember that day with nostalgia.”

“Don’t be silly. I don’t remember that day. I know it was years ago when you were a child. I used to give you baths.”

“After I became a woman you have not seen me naked.”

“No.”

“You are going to now.” She deliberately removed her T shirt. She had nothing under it. Mr. Robinson was goggling. He had no idea that his daughter’s breasts were stunners.

“Like it?”

“Lovely.”

“Better than mother’s.”

“Definitely.” She came closer and lent on the cot and brought her breasts to his face.

“Suck Escort Beylikdüzü my tit Dad darling,” she said. The line Dad had drawn must have been a thin one for it disappeared when daughter’s T-shirt came off. He accepted the tit that she proffered and sucked. She turned and offered the other. He worked on that too.

“Like it Dad.” He nodded. She then climbed on to the cot.

“What are you doing?”

“Wait and see Dad.” She stood with feet planted on either side of Dad’s body. She then shifted her feet forward inch by inch till they were by the side of his head.

“Look up Dad,” she said as at the same time she whisked off her skirt. She had no knickers on. She was stark naked. Dad was viewing daughter’s pussy from below. He gasped in awe.

“Ever seen a pussy from that angle, Dad?” Dad could not find the voice to speak. He shook his head.

“Do you like what you see?” He nodded.

“Now that pussy is going to come closer and closer and as it bears down on you it will be opening up wider and wider to reveal its inner secrets. Brace yourself for that.” Slowly she squatted holding the upper rod of the scaffolding. As there was no space in front she had to spread her knees wider and wider. Dad looking up saw the pussy opening out like a clam. He could see the red. He was surprised at the prominence of the clitoris when viewed from this angle. The pussy came closer and closer till soon the clitoris was against his lips. Mr. Robinson now flicked out his tongue and licked. His tongue felt the juices. Daughter pressed her pussy gently on his face and moved her hips, and he licked to her rhythm; and then she speeded up and he kept pace and then he stopped. After a fraction of a second he recommenced but this time he swiped slowly. This was the signal for daughter to slide down the steep slope, which she did screaming softly.

“Fuck me Dad,” she said. His face was all smeared with her juices. She wiped it off with a sheet.

She stood up and moved back holding the railings of the frame. She positioned herself with care over Dad’s erect cock. She then lowered herself, and as she did she met the eyes of Dad. She smiled and he smiled.

“Ready, Dad?”

“Yes darling.”

When her pussy was near enough she held the cock and gently guided it in. She was so wet that it went in without a murmur. Holding the railings for support she pulled herself up and down.

“How do you feel fucking your own daughter Dad?”

“Don’t tease me my girl. I am finding it extraordinarily good.”

And then she pumped in a way a woman on top cannot possible do without the assistance of the rails that she was holding. They had orgasm almost together. She asked him to wait and then she had another. Daughter rested her body on her Dad, and Dad remembered those days when as a little child he had put her to sleep on his chest. He felt very tender and kissed her.

“I love you darling,” he said.

She then got up and cleaned him up and then washed herself. She came and sat by his cot with her cheek against his, and they slept. She woke up an hour later.

Sister Henrietta was due any moment now.

“What is bothering you Dad?”

“Why do you say that something is bothering me?”

“Because something is; that’s why. Don’t waste time Dad. Spill it.”

“Well, Iki.”

“Out with it Dad.”

“Well Iki, will you tell Charles about what happened?” Iki laughed out aloud.

“Of course Dad. Shall I tell you what his reaction would be? He would be thrilled. Thrilled, that’s what. It is his theory that when a man and a woman want to have sex they must irrespective of the relationships between them.”

“This is all quite strange to me Iki.”

“It works Dad. We are constantly in cloud nine. Do you know of cloud nine Dad?”

“I know Iki, but I have never been there.”

“Want to be there?”

“Of course who wouldn’t?”

“I’ll be here every week. Will that be OK Dad?”

“That would be cloud nine Iki.”

“And every week after that.”

“Really Iki?”

“Without fail. Till you find a companion.”

“Companion Iki?’

“Yes Dad and your own swap partners.”

“Enough Iki, I am not mentally prepared for cloud ten.”

“That can wait. Dad, I can hear the door bell. Bye for now.”

No daughter was never more conscious of having performed a filial duty to perfection than Iki was at that moment.

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