“Look at you, you’re cooking breakfast for him. You cook all the meals, you clean the house, you do the laundry. You don’t even hang out anymore because you’re doing wife stuff. You do everything mom used to do; I think you are trying to take her place. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want to fuck him too.”Was it wrong what I was thinking, what I felt when I was in my bed and the were lights out and I had nothing to do but think? During the day, when I’m in school or with friends or even cooking and keeping house, I never have these thoughts. Sometimes I look at a cute boy’s ass or the bulge in front and enjoy a quick fantasy but in the dark of my room, on the cushion of my pillow, completely different thoughts stampede through my mind.
I’m seventeen years old and since my mother passed away, I am the woman in the house. She’s been gone over a year now and I know it still hurts my dad because it still hurts me. I try to be like her because I don’t want my father to drown in a bottle of booze or something. Sometimes I hear him talking to her at night when he has problems to work out and I just want to yell at him that I’m here, I can listen, I can help; I would do anything to help.
I rolled over to look at my fifteen-year-old sister across the room and envied her sound sleep. I got up to go pee, the room was dark, the hall even darker when I stepped out. As I neared the bathroom, I saw a band of light staining the floor beneath the closed door and the sound of deep splashing, my father was peeing into the bowl. The toilet flushed signaling the end of his stance so I stood with my back to one side of the door and waited. He opened the door then walked by without seeing me. My heart lurched and I felt a tremor shiver through my thighs as I watched his back and ass walk away from me. I watched my naked father until he faded into the night then stumbled into the bathroom. I stripped my panties to my knees and sat but I couldn’t go, my body was shaking, my heart pounding and my mind was boiling with forbidden thoughts. The sight of my dad with no clothes only fortified the secret thoughts I was having in the late hours. I’d never had sex before but I knew what I was feeling was purely sexual, my body wanted a partner and that partner was my own father. I felt disgrace for my feelings crawl from the pit of my stomach then envelop me like a cloud of shame. I couldn’t empty my bladder so I sneaked back to bed, back to my insecurity and uncertainty.
I was cooking breakfast when my sister Clarice popped in looking refreshed from her long sleep. It was Saturday so we didn’t have to go to school, “What are you going to do today?” I asked her.
“Me and Emma are gonna make plans to set her mom up with dad.”
I stopped turning the bacon and looked at her, “What?”
She smiled up at me, “Emma and I think that her mom and our dad would be an awesome match. She’s totally hot, really nice, and dad is totally hot and available. We are trying to figure out how to get them together without dragging them face to face and saying ‘get it on’.
“Are you kidding me? You’re trying to replace mom?”
“No, not replace her, you know better than that, but the longer dad goes without someone like her around he gets more depressed, haven’t you noticed? Dad is falling apart and it scares me, Emma’s mom might be who he needs. Emma’s dad went to jail a long time ago and they got divorced because he cheated a bunch of people out of a lot of money and cheated on her a bunch of times. Emma say’s her mother hasn’t seen anybody in over two years. We think it’s time for her and dad to meet.”
I wasn’t mad at my sister, I wasn’t appalled at her motives, but what I felt shocked me. The cloud of shame from the night before closed over me again but this time it was jealously. Pure, 100 percent, stay the hell away from him jealously. The bacon was smoking and popping but I ignored it.
“I don’t know Clarice, maybe dad is okay.”
My little sister, wise beyond her years replied, “Dad hasn’t been okay since mom died, he needs someone again and you know that too, only it can’t be you.”
My knees almost folded as I stared at her, was she clairvoyant? My voice was tight, high strung, “What the hell do you mean by that?”
She leveled her gaze directly into my eyes, “Look at you, you’re cooking breakfast for him. You cook all the meals, you clean the house, you do the laundry. You don’t even hang out anymore because you’re doing wife stuff. You do everything mom used to do; I think you are trying to take her place. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you want to fuck him too.”
Her words slammed into my ears, it stunned me that she could be so right, I pulled the pan off the stove then fled from my sister throwing at her, “Fuck you, you little bitch! Maybe if you helped around here, I wouldn’t have to do it all!” I tried to escape from the truth of her words, I didn’t see Clarice for the rest of the day.
Dad came down later for breakfast and found charred bacon in a cold greasy pan and came looking for me. I was face down on my bed, crying for the tangle of thoughts in my head. My sister was right, I wanted to fuck my father, I wanted to be in his bed during the nights. I knew it was wrong, I knew he wouldn’t think of me that way but the welling of lust in my womb was growing beyond anything I could quell with my fingers. Seeing him nude the night before only stoked the furnace in me. I knew that only a massive injection of his body fluids could put out the fire.
“Maggie? What’s wrong sweetheart?” Uhhh; just his voice stirred my guts.
“I’m okay daddy, I was thinking of mom.” I rolled my head to see him and a bolt of lightning blasted from my heart to my pussy, I shook from the intensity of it. We live in Florida so he was dressed in golf shorts and a shirt that he had left casually open, no shoes. My dad owned two fishing charter boats so he was seaman fit and bronzed; his face could grace a romance novel cover. I stared at his broad tanned chest, defined muscular legs, the way he filled out the crotch of the shorts, I gulped for more air. He mistook my shudder for sadness and sat beside me on the bed. His weight caused the mattress to dip so I slid over until my hip was lodged against his thigh. Dad began to stroke my hair as he gazed into my eyes, my heart was thudding, I felt my face getting hot.
“I think of your mom too Maggie, and you remind me so much of your mother, it doesn’t hurt as much when you are around” he said as fingers trailed from my hair across my cheek. “Having you near makes the reality of her being gone less painful. I see you working around the house and I forget she isn’t here. You remind me of when she and I were your age, she took my breath away I was so in love with her. There are times when I want to take you, hold you and love you as if you were she.”
I heard what he said, but did I hear what he meant, or were my boiling hormones putting meaning into his words? I took a chance and answered softly, “You can do that, love me like that, I know how she felt about you and I feel that too.”
My father didn’t say anything for five long seconds as his eyes searched mine, then his fingers went to the buttons on my blouse. He opened them slowly, exposing my breasts while his eyes were locked on mine looking for rejection. He didn’t get it. My slamming heart caused my temperature to rise to an intolerable level and I needed to get my clothes off to keep from suffocating. When the blouse was open, I sat up to shed it then he reached behind me to unclasp the bra. As it fell from me, dad leaned over and kissed the nipple of my right breast. I almost strangled on the moan that rose from the boiling cauldron of desire in my body as he suckled first one, then the other. His fingers caressed across my stomach until he found the waist button of my pants. He thumbed the button open then pulled the zipper down and my pants apart. I hooked my fingers into them, raised my butt off the bed then pushed them down, off my legs and kicked them free from my ankles. I’d never been naked in front of a man or boy before, but I didn’t feel any modesty or embarrassment. I wanted to be naked for this man, and being that way only made me hotter.
Dad looked at me from feet to face then his eyes returned to the junction my thighs. He stood beside the bed, pulled his shirt off then unbuttoned and dropped his shorts to the floor. He slid his boxers over the long bulge of his erection then let gravity take them down. My father stood next to me as I stared at my desire. It was long, heavily veined along the sides and bottom, the head of it was a blunt arrow shape that glistened with thick dew. I moved to the far side of the bed facing him, giving him room to join me. Dad got onto the bed but didn’t lie with me, he pushed me to my back, put a hand on my knee and pulled my legs apart. He rolled over me, his legs and body between my splayed legs and pressed the end of his cock to the swollen lips of the virgin between my thighs.
I was shaking, light headed, gasping for air when I felt the end of him press into me until, “Huh! Stop dad, it won’t go any more.”
He lowered his head and kissed me softly, quickly, then said “Yes it will sweetheart, hold your breath.” He pushed up on his arms, looked at the connection between us then rolled his hips, plunging past my chastity until his balls stopped him. When the sharp pain of his entry racked me, I arched my back and tried to move away, I heard myself cry out and tears flooded my eyes. I fell back to the bed momentarily stunned that he could hurt me like that. That fleeting shock faded quickly as the pain of losing my virginity began to ebb. In moments nature took over and even though I felt soreness, it wasn’t hurtful, and I wanted him to take me.
I smiled through the receding pain “Okay.” He put his lips on mine again and kissed me urgently as he started plunging in and out of my body. I put my arms around his neck and reveled in the feeling that I was living a fantasy, my father and I were mating and I knew this was what I wanted. My sister was more right than she knew.
My mother had been sick for months so Dad hadn’t had is cock in a woman for maybe two years so I wasn’t surprised when he suddenly pushed off me again then started to glow red and began to huff deep breaths while he banged firmly against me. I’d never had sex before but I knew what was happening, he was unloading his lust and I loved it. I raised my hips, pulled my legs up and gave him as much of me as he could take. My pussy got warmer and wetter as he filled it with years of abstinence.
Dad fell flat on me then raised his head, his eyes awash with bewilderment, “Oh Christ Maggie, I’m so sorry!” He rolled off me, got up then quickly grabbed his clothes and hurried from the room.
I bounded up and ran after him, “Daddy! It’s okay! Dad! Don’t run away, Please!” He stopped in front of his bedroom door and cautiously watched me come to him, “Don’t go away, don’t make me feel bad. Daddy, I needed you to do that, I wanted to do that.” I was talking non-stop, my words rushing to keep his attention, “I wanted you to do that with me” I repeated less frantic. I stepped close to him, pulled his clothes from his hands and dropped them, then put my arms around him, pressing my body against his. My father hesitated slightly then put his arms around my waist and pulled me tight, I could feel his half stiff prick caressing my stomach, I flexed my hips and rubbed against him, it began to stiffen again.
“It was wrong Maggie; you are my daughter.”
I looked up at him then put my hands on his cheeks to hold his attention, I made love to him with my eyes as I replied, “Yes, I am your daughter and I want to show you how much I love you. It’s okay, I’m not sorry, hurt or angry, I’m glad I could do that for you.” Dad hesitated several long moments trying to decide between morality and need. I watched his eyes as he accepted my words then he bent slightly, put an arm around my ass then picked me up and carried me to his bed. He put me down, went to his bathroom then came back with a dampened washcloth. He grabbed my ankles, opened my legs then went to work cleaning cum and blood from my body. As he patted and daubed the warm wet cloth on me, I started back up a mountain of lust, his ministrations were turning me on again.
He put the washcloth aside and started fondling my sex with his fingers, massaging my swollen pussy, rubbing at the top of my crack where my button was hiding in its hood. Dad stroked my clit with the end of his finger deftly, expertly; I was quickly building to an orgasm. I groped wildly between his legs for his erection then wrapped my fist around it and started jerking on it lustily as he fingered my clit. I heard myself moan softly then he bent over and put his lips over the top of my slit and kissed me at the exact moment I began to climax. His hot lips on my clit sent me hurtling off a cliff of ecstasy into a free fall of rapture. My back arched, my legs were shaking, my entire body was quivering with the orgasm. He lifted his mouth from me and urged me to my stomach then pulled me around by the ankles until my feet hung to the floor. Even before I could breathe right, he stood between my legs then pushed his cock into me then began to take me up the mountain again. He fucked me tenderly while rubbing my back, holding my hair and caressing my ass. The sensation of his groin rubbing on my butt, the feeling of his erection sliding in and out of me cured forever the pain of losing my virginity only minutes earlier, I was delirious with the pleasure of what my father was doing. I rolled my head to look up at him and he gave me a beautiful ‘I love you’ smile. He grabbed my hips and the pace of sex increased to a body slapping applause. Dad bolted straight, pulled my hair so my body was tighter against his groin then groaned out loud as contractions forced the air from his lungs and the cum from his balls. I raised my hips as far as I could while my cunt strained to suck every drop from him.
I felt my pussy close enjoyably as he pulled out. I eased up to the bed then rolled over and held my arms to him, he came to my side, his nudity rubbing on mine. I kissed him gently, “I love you daddy.”
He held me against his chest, I could hear his heart thumping from the exercise, “I love you too Maggie, I could have never asked for a better daughter.”
I raised my head to see him and teased, “Oh yeah? Is that what you tell Clarice when I’m not here?”
He smiled and kissed me back, “Exactly, both of you are perfect, but I didn’t just make love to her so that makes you more perfect.”
“She’s too young for sex.”
Dad paused then glanced at the ceiling fan, “Actually she isn’t, she is only 14 months younger than you and pretty damn hot for a fifteen-year-old.”
I didn’t know what to say other than, “She’ll be sixteen in two weeks.” Clarice is well developed; at 5’5 she is an inch shorter than me; her clothes are a size smaller but we have the same bra size. She does have a really cute body and attracts boys like moths to a light but what my dad just said surprised me. I studied him long and hard then asked him, “Do you think of us like that, I mean before now? Do you think we are hot like that?”
He rolled to his side facing me then reached for my leg and pulled it over his, my groin was pressed against him, his prick nestled comfortably at the top of my thighs. He put a hand over my hip, cupped my butt and pulled me closer. “I’ve been watching you two mature, first you then your sister. I see you two walking around in bra and panties or wrapped in towels when you come from the bath. It’s impossible not to notice how you two are growing and turning into young women. You both have bodies that inspire dreams and fantasies. Including mine; especially mine because we live together. Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about you two in your beds. I think if you had separate bedrooms I would sneak in and watch you sleep. If your mother was here, I know I wouldn’t think like that but she isn’t so —–” his sentence trailed off as he dropped his eyes from mine.
“Do you do things to yourself thinking about us?”
My father turned red, looked away briefly then admitted “Yes sweetheart, I’ve used you both in my mind.” I felt his cock stirring, he continued, “At first I thought I should say something, that maybe you should have a little more modesty around me, to not show so much leg or revealing underwear but the longer your legs got, the more your bodies changed I let that idea fade away, I hate to admit this, but watching you and Clarice is one of the few pleasures I have anymore.”
I pushed him to his back then crawled up and lay down on his body, my tits were flat on his chest, my stomach resting softly on his, our legs entangled. I kissed him on the chin then asked “Can you do it again?” He put his hands on my thighs, pulled them apart then reached between them and pulled his growing cock up and pressed it on the crack of my body. I rolled my pussy against the pressure then he eased the end of it into me. I pushed down on him then my father started fucking me.
Twenty minutes later I was sore, satisfied and filled to my eyes with cum. After the third time we screwed he was so exhausted from all the sudden and intense exercise he fell asleep. I got up, took a shower then went to fix dinner. I would wake dad before Clarice got home so she wouldn’t ask why he was in bed.
That night after we said good night to our father my sister and I went to our room, it was the first time we’d been alone since the morning and she was busting to tell me something, I could see it in how she acted.
I started with the question, “What’s up? I know you’re up to something.”
“Me and Emma are going to take dad and her mom to the movies only we are going to pretend we don’t know the other is going. We’ll meet at the popcorn counter then when we go in, she and I are going to sit on the ends, Dad and Renee’ will be next to each other in the middle. You want to go?”
“That’s the problem, there’s no good movies until next week. We have to wait at least till next Saturday.”
I watched my sister fidget on her bed and thought that I had a week of dad for myself. I wasn’t so crazy or possessive to think I could keep him forever; he needed a woman and I wouldn’t get in the way of a nice one if he took an interest. But—- until then I would have him, “A week huh, no longer?”
My sister is very intuitive and she picked up on my hesitation quickly, “What’s wrong, you don’t like the idea?” I stood away from her and ignored the question.
All day Sunday I was in a strange mood. I didn’t hate the idea of dad dating someone but he and I had just established a new relationship and I didn’t know how to feel about it. I liked what we did, I loved him a lot but I was trying to figure out what limits I should have and what kind of relationship he and I would have in the days to come. That night when I said goodnight to my father, he ran his hand up my leg and caressed my pussy under my skirt, I almost folded to the floor right there. He looked into my eyes then kissed my cheek. No words were said but we both knew what we wanted, but with Clarice walking around we wouldn’t get it.
I waited, I tossed and flopped in my bed, restless and horny. I was waiting until my sister was fast asleep then I was going to dad. It took me 40 minutes before I decided that she was out and wouldn’t hear me leave the room. I crept softly from bed, out the door, then to his room. I slipped through the door, clicked it quietly shut then went to him, he was waiting and lifted the blanket for me. I pulled my night gown off, dropped it and went naked to bed with my naked father. He gathered me in his arms rolled me to my back then put the head of his erection on my body crack, pushed it down and pulled it up. The temperature between my legs rocketed to ‘fuck me hot’, the entrance to my body swelled open and I was ready. Dad put his erection in me and together we started another bonding experience.
His balls were slapping my ass, his stomach slapping mine, my tits were bouncing with the rhythm of our coupling. I held his ass; I liked the way it clenched tight every time he pushed in to me. Dad leaned down to lick my nipples and when he did, I had my first small orgasm. I moaned and gasped then I arched my back, willing him to fuck me deeper, faster. We moved and rolled all over his bed for twenty minutes before he reached the end of his endurance. My father pulled me over him so I was riding his lap, arched his back and let the forces of his balls pulse into me as I rolled my hips over him. When we were done abusing each other so delightfully I kissed him once more, tenderly, then left his bed. I’d had several orgasms and I knew it would be hard to get up for school in the morning, but I felt fantastic when I went back to my room.
I snuggled into my bed content, satisfied and cozy. Just as I closed my eyes my sister threw a question to me across the dark room, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get pregnant?”
I stopped breathing, I tried to become invisible, even in the dark, I didn’t want Clarice to see me, talk to me, even know I existed just then. I acted like I didn’t hear the question but I heard the soft patter of her feet on the floor then she came out of the dark and sat on my bed, “How long have you been having sex with dad?”
I tried to lie, “What the hell do you mean, we don’t do anything like that!”
I saw the whiteness of her smile in the dark, “Come on Maggie, he just fucked you for a half hour, these walls are not sound proofed. How long, are you being careful?”
I sat up to face my sister, there was no use trying to hide from her, “We just started yesterday. I don’t know exactly what happened but we had sex after you left to see Emma.”
“Tell me about it, do you like it, is he fun, was it your first time?”
The rapid-fire questions unsettled me a little, “You sound like you want to try it yourself.”
Clarice jostled a little, I saw her head nod in the dim light, she whispered her secret, “I told you me and Emma think he’s hot. If he made a pass at me, I wouldn’t yell rape.”
All of a sudden, I wasn’t embarrassed or ashamed, “Lie down, I’ll tell you what happened.” My sister stretched out on the bed; we lay face to face then I started telling her the story. She listened raptly, asked about how it felt to lose my virginity and how many times we did it. Yes, I let him come in me every time but he swore to start using condoms. No, I didn’t suck his cock.
After I finished talking, she asked me, “Do you think he thinks about me like that too?” That’s when I told her how dad watches and fantasizes about both of us. Her last question before she returned to her bed was, “Would you be jealous if he and me do it?”
I had to tell her the truth — and it didn’t hurt to say; without hesitation I answered, “No, he’s our father, not mine alone, why would I be?” As I slipped into sleep, I heard the sounds of a girl alone with her hands, or maybe I just imagined it.
The next day after dinner it was Clarice on the edge. She was tense, nervous and I knew what she had on her mind so I did the only thing possible under the circumstances, “Daddy, can I talk to you, alone?” I got out of the chair and went to the kitchen, he followed me.
I asked him boldly, “Do you want to have sex with your daughter tonight?”
His smile lit up the room, “What are you offering?”
My answer wiped the smile off his mouth, “Clarice.”
He paled, “What” he squeaked?
“She wants to dad, she heard us last night and then we talked, she’s waiting for you to make a pass at her. You can have her too, just go in there and invite her to your room, she’ll go.”
Dad stepped back from me and stared at me for maybe ten seconds, “How would you feel about that?”
“Fine, why wouldn’t I? We’re sisters, you and mom taught us how to share when we were babies; go screw her dad, I’m okay with it.” As an added incentive I leaned to his right ear and whispered “How many men get to say they fucked two hot virgin sisters in just three days?” I paused for effect then added, “Especially if those sisters are his daughters?” I watched his crotch swell as he took in my questions.
My father turned from me then returned to his younger girl, he paused in front of her and offered her his hand. She glanced at me apprehensively but reached for him. Dad lifted her off the sofa, threw her over his shoulder and marched like a conquering hero toward the back of the house carrying my bright red, giggling sister, his hand under her skirt, holding the ass of his captive for the night.
I had to force myself back to the kitchen to clean up the dinner mess. I couldn’t keep my mind off my parent and my little sister. I imagined how they were having sex, her for the first time just like me just days before. I wished I could be a fly on the wall, to watch when he put his erection between her smooth young thighs and entered her. I imagined how her tight fresh cunt would stretch wide accepting his thick hard-on, I wanted to see him finish, to fill her body with his discharge then watch it seep from her pussy like it did mine. I got so fucking turned on thinking about the two of them I had to go to bed and finish myself off.
I was naked and panting my relief when Clarice came into the room. She was also naked and carrying her clothes. She looked ruined, her hair was a pile of straw, she had a faint hickey on her left hip. Her tits bounced when she fell onto her bed and gazed unfocused at the ceiling. I was curious but I didn’t want to interrupt her reverie. Slowly my sister began to move, she put a hand over her crotch and rubbed it tenderly then rolled her head to me. “We did it two times Maggie, at first it hurt but then I couldn’t get enough. He put his mouth on my pussy, God that was fun!”
My cunt started buzzing again. I asked her the same question she started with the night before, “Aren’t you afraid you’ll get pregnant?”
Clarice arched her back, stretched her body taught then slowly relaxed, “Right now it wouldn’t bother me one bit,” she rolled to her side then frowned, “but tomorrow it would. Maybe you and me should get a plan B pill tomorrow.”
“Yeah, we should, but what about next time?”
Clarise looked at me, “He said he would buy rubbers.”
That sent more shivers through my womb, but I had to ask my sister, “What about Emma’s mom?”
She looked at me “Maybe we shouldn’t introduce them for a while, I have a feeling dad will be busy.”
Just before I turned off the light, I told Clarice, “I want to see him fuck you and you can watch us.”
As the room went dark, she challenged, “If you suck him, I will too.”
I paused only momentarily then said “That king-sized bed is big enough for the three of us, let’s go.”
She reminded me, “We have school tomorrow Maggie, he has to work. It’s too late.”
“We don’t have perfect attendance so another day out of class won’t hurt, and he hasn’t taken a day off in months.”
*spoiler*: A multi-part story that goes from rape, to consensual torture and slavery, with an happy ending.Lilly was walking slowly down an dark alley. The place was filthy. Dirty ground, some bins, trash, and a never drying paddle of water in the middle. All windows from the alley side were either covered or dark. The only light in the alley was coming from the main road from which she was walking. From the map on her phone, she knew the alley ended with a turn, and went to another major road. But she could not see the turn yet.
— “Hey baby. Where you’re heading?” — A voice said behind her.
— “Oh. You startled me.” — She said turning. — “I’m just passing.”
— “Maybe we can help, if you’re searching for something.” — another voice said as two men emerged from behind a bin.
The men weren’t some homeless guys living in the alley, but they weren’t clean either. They were big, hard working, men, probably in their sixties.
— “No. I know my way. Thank you.” — She replied politely.
— “You don’t look like you know your way.” — One of the men grabbed her arm.
— “Please. I’m just passing by.” — She said, looking to the ground.
— “Nice phone you have there.” — Said the other man, taking the phone out of her hand.
— “Hey. Please, it’s mine.” — She said getting more worried.
— “Of course it’s yours.” — said the men — “We are no thieves” — he smiled — “We just would not want you to call anybody” — he said opening the phone with a quick move and taking out the battery and the SIM card.
She instinctively tried to grab it, but was shoved by the other man to the brick wall of the alley. The man grabbed her by her neck and held her to the wall.
— “Please” — she started to said, and the man placed the finger on her lips.
— “Shh. Let it happen.” — he said squeezing her throat — “And maybe we’ll let you live.”
She was petrified. She could not move or make a sound. The man lowered his hand, leaning his face closer to her. Looking into her eyes all the time, he shoved his hand up her skirt. She tried to stop him by closing her legs, but he was too strong. And every time she tried to fight him in any way the grip on her neck was becoming unbearable. The big hand, with thick fingers, was roaming freely under her skirt. Her panties were first shoved to the side, but after some time, the man just ripped them off of her with one single tug.
His fingers quickly found their way between her pussy lips, massaging her, and then slowly inside of her hole.
— “Please. No.” — She whispered.
The man smiled, and took his hand off her crotch. A brief moment of hope for the girl was soon broken by the same hand, catching her shirt and pulling it forcefully down. One side ripped, and the other just slid off her shoulder.
— “Look, Sam. She doesn’t have her tits yet.” — He said to his friend, they both laughed.
Even in this situation, she was hurt by this comment. She tried to cover her exposed nipples with her arm, but it was quickly smacked by the man.
— “Try that again and I’ll break your arm.” — The man said and started to squeeze her small breast and fondle her nipple.
— “Please. Don’t hurt me.” — She said, her voice trembling from fear.
— “We’re not going to hurt you little one. As long as you’ll be a good girl.” — he said — “What’s your name?”
— “Nice. I’m Hank, and this is Sam.” — he responded — “Nice to meet you.”
She looked at them, not knowing what they want. Suddenly she felt the grip on her throat tighten.
— “I said: Nice to meet you”
— “Nice …” — she started — “Nice to meet you”
— “Nice to meet you, sir.”
— “Good. Now.” — he loosen his grip — “Are you gonna be a good girl?”
— “Ye… yes.” — she mumbled.
— “Are you gonna be a good girl and suck us off?”
A new force came into her, and she shouted:
— “No way in hell” — and spat on the man shoes.
Just as she did that, she realized it was a horrible idea. Before she could react, the man slapped her face so hard, he cut her lip and she fell to the ground. She scratched her elbows and knees on the hard pavement, and as she was getting on all four, she felt a kick in the stomach. She felt like the kick lifted her off the ground, and she landed again on the hard pavement, soaking her ripped cloths in the dirty water.
— “Hurting also works for us.” — the man said, and the two men started to kick her.
The kicked her all over her legs, her stomach, back, and even her face. She tried to cover herself with her hands, but it didn’t help. When they finally stopped, she was curled like a fetus, with a bleeding nose and bruises. She then felt one of the men take her hands stretching them. The other man straighten her legs. Her top was ripped and was mostly around her waist, as was her skirt. The man by her legs, knelt and grabbed both of her legs in one hand. This hand was huge, and he held her knees to her torso with ease. Her pussy and ass were completely exposed, and the man started to play with her.
The other man, Hank, knelt over her face, putting his full weight of his legs over her arms. He then unzipped his pants, and took his cock out. It was huge. And it was just in her face. He first humped his dick and balls over her face a few times, and then grabbed forcefully the hair on the back of her head, and pulled her head back. He pulled so hard, top of her head was now painfully pushed to the pavement. Even if she tried, she would not be able to keep her mouth closed in this position. Her mouth gaped open, and he places his dick in it. He then caught one of her extended nipples, and pinched it hard, making the girl scream. As she started to scream and arch her body, he pushed his dick deep into her mouth, going all the way into her throat.
His cock was so big, it choked her completely, cutting off air. His balls landed on her eyes and nose. He then retracted a bit and shoved the big fat dick even further. Each thrust she tried to catch her breath, while the man fucked her face hard. After some moments of nearly constant panic inducing suffocation, the man laid himself on her small body, grabbed her head with both hands, and fucked her mouth until an orgasm. When he came, she pushed himself so deep he dislocated the girl’s jaw. He held her until he deposited all his cum directly in her belly, while she frantically shook underneath him, fighting for air. Finally he released her, and she gasped catching her violated face and throat.
Only then, she noticed that the man at her legs, had two fingers up her pussy and one in her ass. He was fucking them in and out, grinning.
— “Wait. I’ll fix it.” — The man said, while she was trying to understand what happened with her jaw.
She felt a hard slap on her face, and heard a clunk of bone jumping to the right place.
— “Nice, Sam. You’re a real doctor.” — The other man laughed — “You should thank the man for being so nice to you.” — He said — “Fingering your pussy, while you were busy sucking me off. And fixing your jaw for you. Real trooped Sam is.”
Sam didn’t wait for her response, and just unzipped his pants, and took out his cock. He took the girl by the hair and pulled her head to his crotch.
This time the girl kept her mouth shut. Behind her, Hank took some wire from the ground, and tied her hands behind her back with it. Then he took off his belt, and smacked her ass. He then started to whip her back and legs, until she opened her mouth. Sam caught her head with both hands and shoved his dick deep, and started to fuck himself with her mouth. If she thought her compliance would end her torment, she was mistaken. She felt the belt land on her legs yet again. She lost count on how many times she was hit, but she knew some of the wounds were open by the time the man finished in her mouth. The two men stood up and started to whisper in a distance while she laid on the ground.
— “So, what do we do with her now?”
— “I know a good place to dispose of the body, just beside the river”
— “That is good thinking. But do we play with her a bit more, before we off her?”
— “No reason not to, but I would tape her mouth first, so she would not scream, while we gut her.”
— “I have some duck tape in the car. I also have a crow bar that would fit perfectly in that cunt.” — the man said with a vile smile and left.
While Sam was gone Hank stood tall over the girl and smiled at her.
— “Please, sir, I won’t say anything. Please just …” — she started to beg.
He lifted his heavy shoe and stomped hard on her face, breaking her nose and hitting her head on the hard concrete.
— “Shut the fuck up.” — He said, just as Sam came back.
They taped her mouth shut, and then one of them sat again over her face, and the other held her legs spread-eagled. Hank (who was sitting on her) took the hooked end of the crow bad, and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. As she cried inside the tape, underneath him, he moved it around, until it found the mark, and slowly made it’s way into her hole. The crow bar wasn’t thick, but this end was flattened and was quite rough also. It scratched her vaginal walls as it was pushed in with each twist and turn Hank did. Finally the whole section was up her pussy and the bend was laying comfortably on her crotch, and the main arm of the crow bar was on her belly. Not comfortably for her, of course. Then, they taped the metal rod onto her torso with same duck tape, and covered it with what was left of her top. They stood up, and lifted her, so that she would stand. Her face was bloody, her hands were tied, and she was standing awkwardly, as she had a big piece of metal shoved up her pussy. The two men smiled.
Sam, took the wire off her hands, wanting to tie them also with duck tape in front of her, but as soon as he did that, she grabbed the nearest bin and tipped it over between herself and the two men. As there was some serious filth in it, the two men instinctively jumped back. The girl took this opportunity and ran to the other end of the alley.
— “There is no way to run” — Sam said, as they calmly started to walk behind her.
She came to the end of the alley, the turn she saw on the map was nowhere to be seen.
— “Here, here, little kitty …” — Hank mocked her, while caving in on her.
Suddenly she noticed that there is a gap between buildings, which was hard to spot in the dim light. Most of it was covered with some planks, but there was a small opening. But she was small. She could fit. Quickly, without thinking twice, she slipped through the hole, into a narrow gap between the buildings, and ran. “They would not be able to follow.” she thought, and she was right. The men tried their best. After some time they had to stop, as they knew that the girl would sooner or later alert somebody and it would be best if they would not be found in the alley.
After — If you want to read Part 2
She found some enclosed spot in the next alley. She was full of emotions, and when she finally knelt, she started to sob quietly. She was hurt, frightened that they would kill her, and above all, frightened that she would let them. She felt sore, helpless, but also she felt more horny then anytime in her short life. She felt damaged. In all ways possible. And as she sobbed, as she felt all the wounds on her young body, still the heel of her foot found it’s way between her buttocks and pushed the crow-bar even further. The pain burned anew, but at the same time, she the intense feeling of her clit on the cold and hard metal.
She woke up from her daydreaming, and shuddered. She started quickly to get the tape off her body. As she didn’t have any hair to pull out, ripping off the tape proven to be not so painful. Pulling out the crowbar, was a different thing. First she tried to do it delicately, but it was too painful. So placed a folded piece of cardboard between her teeth, grabbed the thing with both hands, and pulled it out in one smooth motion. It stung as hell, and she cried into her make-shift gag, but at least it was quick. The crowbar was bloody. Blood was also dripping out of her pussy. She didn’t know how much of it was from breaking her hymen, and how much was just from scratching her insides.
She used the water from a nearby puddle to clean her skin of all the blood. She knew it wasn’t very hygienic, but she would clean herself properly when she would come back home. She wrapped up the crowbar in some paper to carry it home. She knew it was risky, but she was not prepared to part with it yet. She fixed her clothes as best she could and she plugged her pussy with a piece of cloth. Then she looked at her reflection in a piece of glass that was laying around in the alley. She didn’t look bad. You could see some swelling on her nose, but nothing which would make people stop her and ask her questions. Her general appearance probably would, but she was planning to go fast enough for the people not to notice her.
She thrown the duct tape pieces into a bin, took the wrapped crowbar, and sped out of the alley onto the main road, and she half walked half ran all the way to her house.
At home she hid her package, together with her blood stained clothes under her bed, then went to the bathroom naked. She locked the door, as her mom would be back soon. In the bathroom she admired her body in a full length mirror. She traced all her wounds with her fingers. She brushed her small breasts with the tips of her fingers, and then suddenly crashed them with her hands, and pinched her nipples hard. She gasped with pleasure. She then took a long hot shower, and spent most of it playing with herself. She came three times, and by the end of it she was sitting exhausted on the bottom of the shower, with her back against the wall, and water running over her hair, face and body.
When she finally regained strength, she came out of the shower, and towelled herself off. She then sat on the toilet and disinfected all of her wounds. Most of them could be easily covered with clothes. She only had to explain her broken nose to her parents. But that wasn’t a problem. She wasn’t bullied or anything at school, so her parents will easily believe it was an accident.
Even after the shower, most of her body was aching. She also had sore throat. She was surprised she didn’t vomit when the man forced his dick up there. But she just assumed her young body was more able to accommodate any weird stretching and stuffing. In the next few days, it kind of proven itself, as her body healed very quickly.
In the coming days, she experimented a lot. It was like some curiosity was woken in her. She trained her throat on any object she considered good for that, as long as nobody was watching. She found out that her initial rape made her nearly completely loose her gag reflex. She wasn’t certain she had one in the first place, as she didn’t really try to put anything there previously. She used carrots, sausages, even her mother’s dildo she knew she was hiding in the cupboard. And when she was at school she purposely placed her pen on the back of her throat to desensitize it even more. She also tried putting things in her bum. Her pussy was off limits. In all things that was done to her, and she done to herself, she considered putting anything in her pussy by herself as wrong.
She cleaned the crowbar with soap, and the with bleach, as she heard in the movies, that it removes any evidence. She also bleached and hand-washed her clothes, before fixing them. She liked some handiwork, and her mom had a sewing machine, so she transformed the rip in her top, into a a nicely finished gap with rivets, and laced it up with a shoestring. She didn’t want to throw them out. She wanted to wear them to school, only her knowing what they reminded her of.
Sara’s Dad has always been protective of her, till he falls in love with her.I believe in freedom of speech that means I say or write what I want. Why I write is just for the enjoyable of it. What I write is fiction. It’s not real; the characters on real, the real age started less than a few months ago. There still just characters in a story. I’ll certainly I’m not the most hard-core author here. But I still would not recommend any of my writings for persons under eighteen. Actions and events in my stories are not recommended for real life, they’re fiction. Hope you enjoy the story.
My hand reaches out touching her breasts her hard nipples are under my thumbs; her back is arched pressing her breasts firmly into my hands. Moans of pure bliss feel my ears. My eyes are locked into her gaze, her green eyes sparkle with love and excitement. Her red hair is blown softly about by the summer’s breeze. She is setting on my lap with my harden cock fully within her; she grinds her hips and raises and then slowly drops, it won’t be long before she is having another orgasm. I love her with all my heart; and love giving her this pleasure. Although we had slowed our lovemaking her climax hits sending pleasurable spasms through her entire body, which triggers my own, too late to remove myself so I hold her tightly. I am pumping my sperm deep within her, the head of my cock is pressed into her cervix as I orgasm hard spraying my seed into her womb. When we both come down from our mutual sexual high, kissing passionately while clinging to each other, we break and she states. “That was awesome, but I think I’m just got pregnant.” My heart soars with joy at her words. Six months pass, and Jewels definitely is pregnant. Two sets of babies’ feet can be seen as they both kick. Twins we’re having twins!
I jerk awake as that dream world fades to be replaced by my eyes opening onto my bedroom. Although it’s been over fourteen years since Janet told me of Jewels passing during childbirth. Always after that dream made it felt like yesterday. I again weep for my loss.. They’re not in my life; I would give up every dime I ever had just to hold them. I hate when my day starts like this, always seems to bring bad things.
Janet started her story with this every time. ”My sister died giving birth to your bastard child.” I never believed Janet wholly do to the fact she said child and not twins. I knew it had to be a lie. About Jewels’ death how and when or about it being twins, this doubt always haunts me. I made Janet tell me the story several times, looking for any inconsistency but she never had any. It felt too rehearsed. Or was I just in denial of Jewels loss.
It took a long time but I begin to think clearly about everything. I realized she was not trying to hide the fact I lost two children, by then she didn’t care enough about me to spare me any pain. She didn’t know about the twins. The whole Jewels dying in childbirth had to be a lie. Janet had told me, Jewels and her child died in childbirth. Janet had repeated the lie which had been told her. Her stepfather was a two bit con man looking for a big score. He had a scheme to extort money from me. During that scheme maybe something went terribly wrong? Jewels still could be dead. I haven’t seen her since Sara’s first birthday party, about three months before she was to deliver. Nine months after Jewels was to deliver, Janet’s stepfather and mother died in an automobile accident.
Part of me knew Jewels is gone, either from my life forever or this world I didn’t know. Still a part had not given up all hope. If Jewels had gotten away, she may have gone into hiding, but why so long now. Am I crazy for holding on for so long? Fourteen years, nearly fifteen years now, is a very long time to grasp at hope that she still alive. Janet had lied but about what. I still didn’t have Jewels in my life. Days like this made me miss her all the more.
As always I filled my day with work, I traded stock in the morning, researched the market, and went over investment opportunities until late in the afternoon. By early evening I found myself again in memory contemplating my past. It Sara had been around I may have avoided this painful trek.
The last light from the setting sun fully occupies the office at my home, I sat there lonely. The sky at sun set would be one to remember, a real beautiful day all together. Even though I hated how today started, when my day start like that I always feel lonely. Oh how I wish I still had Jewels, how a sunset like this had set her red hair off, made her look even more beautiful. Setting sun’s light gave Jewels’ hair the look of a halo atop an angel. I missed her playfulness how she made everything more fun, at her age then of fifteen. She looks and acted like she could be older and could pass for twenty-one easily; she was nearly fully mature in mind and body. I had fallen head over heels in love with her. She was one of the most beautiful women I had ever known. We had taken a trip to Colorado; it was to be for a month but stretched into three. Sara was only four months old when we left. Everywhere we went people saw how Jewels was with Sara, carrying Sara everyone assumed she was her mother. The fact that Jewels was more affectionate to Sara than her mother was and was constantly with her, other than when she was in school. When Sara just had started to talk she began calling Jewels mommy, I didn’t find it surprising. By this time Jewels had become a permit fixture in my household. We left on that trip as friends and returned as lovers, even though I was married to her sister, Sara’s mother, and had been for just over a year and half.
Just then Sara came in a rush, her leg was bleeding badly. “What happen?” I ask running to her. Sara weakly fell to the floor, her eyes dull, and a cold sweat covers her skin. Seeing the wound up close I know it was bad.
“Oh Dad it hurts. I fail, when I got up my leg was bleeding. I quickly returned home. When I was nearby I felt something still in my leg, and then pulled it out. Now it’s bleeding worse.” I ran into the kitchen to find the first aid kit. Returned place three pads over the deep cut, and quickly bandaged it. Picked Sara up and carried her to my SUV to drive to the hospital.
On the way she passes out, I pull over, take my belt off and make a tourniquet, cursing myself for not doing it sooner. Just before I’m finishing the tourniquet, a cop pulls in front of my SUV. He gets out of his patrol car, once he seeing the aid I’m giving to Sara and the condition of my front seat. He shouts “Follow me to the hospital”. I’m on his bumper up to 95 miles per hour. The officer clears away right to the ER. I break hard to a stop, slam the SUV in park and jump out open Sara’s door, and carry her into the ER, a Doctor and Nurse meet me at the door. The officer must have called ahead. Sara is getting immediate attention. In moments they had gotten an I.V. Started and it’s running full open, her blood pressure in so low it’s barely readable. They were frantic, gotten blood for cross matching they added more pressure dressing. A second I.V. was started to give blood replacing some she lost they start with a unit of type O blood not waiting for cross match. Soon her blood pressure was on the rise very low still. The Doctors told me they be taking her to surgery to repair the damage to her leg, as soon as they had her stabilized. I pace the halls outside of Sara’s room; they don’t need me in the way. A mature nurse shoves paperwork for me to complete, part of his insurance forms which I toss.
I have the paperwork back to her; she asked what happened to the insurance form. I simply hand her my Express card and say. “Charge it.”
In ten minutes the nurse comes back with my Express card, the look on her face is priceless. “That’s the first time that I had a vice president from a credit card company call us. There’s no problem with any expense charge to this card. He asked for you to call, if there’s anything that they can do for you, Mr. Winfield?” I shook my head no.
The Doctor tells me that Sara is now stable and being taken to the operating room for surgery.
Stopping at the front desk, I let them know that had to move my SUV and then I would be right back. On my way out I meet the officer that came here ahead of me, who had escorted me thru traffic. I stopped, wanting to thank him, told him the Doctors said if I had been a minute later it would have been too late.
“That’s what we’re here for, isn’t it.” He handed me a warning ticket for 110 mph, and jokingly said. “don’t do that again.”
“I didn’t know my SUV was that fast.” We laughed and he wishes me the best, then left.
I moved the SUV from the ER area to hospital parking lot. When I got in the smell of blood filled my nostrils. On exiting I got my first look at the amount of blood across from me, made my hart sick. That’s when it hit me hard, my little girl just about died. I start to shake, could barely walk back into the ER. If it had been my blood, I think I could’ve dealt with it. It was Sara’s, and she’s my reason for living. Seeing how badly I’m shaking and all the blood on me they must think I was hurt too, by the looks I was getting. Then it all goes black.
I come to, it about dawn; I’m in a bed, too small for mine. Then it all came back to me in a rush, all but why my head hurts. I find the call button and call the nurse. My heart is racing faster than if I ran 5 miles in a sprint.
An attractive nurse comes in. “Well look who’s up early.”
“How is my Daughter?” I asked. I’m in a near panic not knowing. My mind is solely on Sara.
“Shhh keep your voice down or you’ll wake her.” As she opens the curtains across from me to show a sleeping girl, my heart rate and blood pressure both drops. “The Doctor said that would happen.” as she walks back to get a print out to show the changes on a tape.
I try to rise up, but I’m feeling very dizzy, forcing me to lie back to my pillow.
“Hey, don’t try that. You got a good knock on your head last night, you went into shock. We got to keep you for about twelve hours, for your daughter another day maybe.” There’s concern in her voice.
What do you remember about last night? She asked while studying my face. I only glanced at her when she asked the question, then look back to Sara.
Sara came home bleeding badly. I did my best to slow it down, but God it was bad. I should have put the tourniquet on at home. When I stopped to put it on, a cop pulled over then led me here, never would’ve got here in time without him. After I got here they started working on her. Soon ER staff had her blood pressure up and taking her to the operating room. I went to move my SUV. Its then I realized just how near death, Sara had been from all the blood lost. I walked back into the ER then everything went black.
“That bad?” The nurse asked.
“She scared me to death. The SUV is a mess. I don’t want to see it again.” I’m trying not to picture it in my mind. I was grateful for not having breakfast yet, as my stomach turned, not being able to keep the image out of my head.
“Here’s a number for an auto detailer, there really good at that kind of a thing. Give them a call and they will pick it up clean and drop it back here before you check out, maybe.” I hadn’t paid much attention to her; Sara was the only thing on my mind.
“I don’t have to clean it that sounds good to me. I think that’s what put me in shock.”
The nurse got me two more pillows then helped me elevate the head of the bed, so I could keep an eye on Sara. She smiled then left. There’s something about her, I just can’t put my finger on, but it’s hard to see her in this darkened room.
I watched Sara sleep for some time. I thought how I had lost Jewels. How she was the near same age as Sara is today. I meditated in silence listening to my heart not finding any answers. I watched Sara sleep, till I fell back to sleep myself.
“Dad. Daddy wake up.” Sara’s voice sounds small and scared the kind that a protective father jumps when hearing.
“Sara, oh baby it’s good to hear your voice again. “ Joy fills my voice as I awake to Sara’s call.
Sara giggles. “Daddy you worry too much.”
“How’s the leg baby girl? “ I want her to just take it easy for the rest of the day.
“Hurts a little, but I still got it.” She pushes back the blanket to look at her bandage leg. She pulled the blanket over her leg again. Then nervously flips through the channels on her TV.
“Dad, when do I get out of here?” I would say Sara is board, finding nothing on TV she likes, but I knew better she hated hospitals. A friend of hers was very sick when she was just in the second grade, we came to visit often. She hated her friend being stuck there in pain and from then on she’s always hated hospitals. Even after her friend had gotten healthy, went home and had a very happy life so far.
“Dad why are you here, are you sick?” Now worry touches Sara’s voice.
“No baby girl I worry too much, it makes my head hurt.” We both giggle then moan from pain.
“I had moved the SUV last night, when I came in I fell. They’re going to keep me for another 12 hours. But you know how tough my head is.” I give her a wink. And she responds with another giggle.
“I got to make a call. I get SUV is all set up to get cleaned.” I just don’t want to see it again like that, and I surely would not ever let Sara see it.
Afterword Sara and I talked mainly about nothing in particular. I tell a joke or two getting groans from Sara because of my bad jokes, which usually turn to giggles at my frustration. I will do anything to make time pass faster for Sara.
Doctor Maris comes in. “Good to hear you doing better.” He’s holding two charts open the top one.
“Sara, let me see your leg please?” The doctor moves the blanket down off her legs to see the sight of the cut. “You took 42 stiches and two pints of O blood, seven pints of B blood, and four intravenous saline solutions. Better thank your Daddy he got you here just in time, five more minutes, I wouldn’t have the honor of meeting you.”
Sara eyes go wide as big as saucers. “Really Doctor?“
“Sara I wouldn’t lie to you.” Doctor Maris replies.
“Yes Sara I did drive real fast last night.” I wonder what happen to that warning ticket.
“You did a great job on Sara’s leg with your first aid.” The doctor talks to both of us as he is pulling the dressing back for her leg.
“Well looks like we got that closed up fine. You’re will have a scar but it will be thin a little more than a line.” Doctor Maris had pulled her left leg and lifted her knee to the edge of her bed, as reflex her right leg copied the left.
As I looked at what Doctor Maris was doing I couldn’t help but see Sara’s labia. I wanted to see what was going on, so I looked, trying not to focus on her sex, but it had been a long time since I’ve seen a woman aroused. There Sara was obviously aroused the outer lips had parted, while the inner lips had swollen and glistened with wetness. The position Sara was in was very sexy, not like normal. Normally she shows no sign of arousal near me. Sara glanced at me and smiled, as Doctor examined her leg, feeling the pulse at her ankle. I’ve seen Sara nude almost every day since she was eight, but I try never to look at her down there. My heart was racing. The heart monitor showing the fact of my excitement; I had been denying that truth to myself. I feel my manhood had stiffened. I had to look away, to bring my pulse back to normal, to lessen my excitement. Now with my pulse back to near normal, I looked back to Doctor Maris standing at Sara’s bed side. Where he was reading my chart, but hadn’t pulled the sheets back in place and Sara had not moved. My pulse is accelerating again. All I could do was give her a little smile and look out the window again.
I looked out the window, I closed my eyes for just a moment, as I do memories of my little girl came back flooding my mind, holding her on her birthday age 3 minutes, yes I was there, taking her home, changed that little ass, bathing her, her first word “Dada”, giggles and tickles, crawling, walking, running, cut, scrapes and bruises, kissing booboos, Mom leaving, dolls and bikes, butterfly kiss, first day of pre-school, first day of school, first dance, plays, first period and then her first tampon. She has grown so fast, now she looks more woman than girl. My little girl isn’t little anymore. Now that Sara has grown into a beautiful young woman, she reminded me of Jewels in so many ways. She wondered sometimes why turned and left the room without a word. After Sara’s 14th birthday I begin to wonder if I had begun to transfer my feelings from Jewels to Sara. Sara had been my whole life, my only reason to live, since a loss of Jewels. Now that she’s older her body is so sexy. There she was nearly sixteen, looking sexier every day, did I just think that, no shit I did. Well at 5 foot 5 inches, she has 34B cups breast, 22 inch waist, 34 inch hips on a toned body. Green eyes, that burn like fire when she was mad, sparkle when she was happy. With fire red hair in the sunlight, her carpet matched the drapes. Smooth skin and a milky tone, with all the Sun she gets you would think she would tan; instead she has a million freckles. She has taken to teasing me lately too, she’s always been playful. Now it seems a little different not like her younger playful self.
Oh shit my heart rate is rising as is my dick; I try to pull more of the blankets to my crouch hiding it from my girl, the way the bed is made up doesn’t allow for the blankets to move. I have to settle for folding over as much as I can.
Sara has all ways bend the trickster. Just pulled small pranks most of the time, me being her favorite target. Like the time when she was Eight, Sara made a snake from her old play doe, painted it, and then hidden it in my underwear. Sara got up before me to watch me, getting ready for my day I picked up the top pair to find a nearly real looking snake. I jump knowing she put it there, and I wanted to make a show of it, just to hear her laugh. Laugh, hell she rolled in the floor, till I scooped her up threw her on my bed and tickled her to get even. I still find that snake from time to time, with much the same thing every time. That made me smile.
Doctor Maris brings me back to the here and now. “Robert how is your hearing? Robert did you hear me?”
Sorry Doc I was just remembering, about how an eight year old girl got one on me. So I tell the Doctor the story, He and Sara laugh. Well your memory is good. Then he checks my eyes, has me squeeze his fingers, good responses, and test reflexes. He says “Then if you can make it to the bathroom I’ll let you go.”
“Good I’ve needed to go.” I get up slowly, move my legs over the edge place my feet under me. Then walk into the bathroom, to giggles from Sara. I was nude under the hospital robe, it short on me at 6 foot 4 inches 220 pounds well-muscled body, I’m not ripped with less than 10% body fat, but I don’t have a spare tire too. Less fair skinned than Sara, blond hair, a little stubble from missing shaving today. The man in the mirror looks good, but I hope I’m not being vain. I close the door; lift the robe only a few inches to go. Oh shit was I showing as I stood there. No wander Sara acted like that, no way had she missed it; its nine inches from base to tip and thick too. Now the man in the mirror is red faced. I finish, flush, and wash my hands. Pull the robe down as far as it goes, open the door. I move back to the bed, and notice the nurse has reentered the room.
Doctor Maris is talking to Sara. “Lucky your Father knows about first aid, or we wouldn’t be talking.”
Sara wide eyed. “So my Dad did save my life again.”
Doctor Maris confirms. “Yes he did. What again, how did he safe you the first time?” He hadn’t realized Sara had said again, until he was talking.
Sara looks the Doctor in the eyes. “In the summer when I was eight years old, I was walking in a meadow in Colorado. On the far side of the meadow a grizzly bear came out of the trees charging at me. I turn and ran towards our cabin.
I didn’t know how fast my dad was until that day. He ran two hundred yards sprint in, I think better than world record time. He ran closing the distance between him and the bear faster, than I did between me and the cabin. He ran past me, and then Dad kicked the bear so hard, the bear fell dead. He had broken three vertebrae in its neck. We have the bear’s autopsy and rug to prove it.
The Doctor’s face shows his disbelief, but doesn’t say so. “I’ll get the discharge paperwork done in a few hours, and Mr. Winfield can go home soon.”
A disappointed look is on Sara’s face. I ask. “Dr. Maris when can Sara be discharged?”
The Doctor answered. “We need to keep her for about 24 more hours to ensure no reactions to the transfusions she had.”
Sara asked the nurse to help her to the rest room. She responded. “Sure Sara, now just lean on me.”
Soon after Sara return to bed, the Doctor and nurse leaves, we’re all by our self’s they all so closed the door to the room.
After we’re been there for a few minutes, Sara looks at me still holding the blankets up to her neck. “Dad, we’re nude under the robe.” Her face is a red like only a redhead can get, not used to being nude away from home, or around anyone other than me.
“That’s not news to me now.” I can feel myself go red.
“Dad did you see me down there?” Her eyes are wide.
“It’s ok Baby girl, you didn’t know you were showing.”
“That’s not what I asked.” Sara forces the point. I need to know it was me that gave Dad the erection.
Seeing no way out, I just told the truth. ”Yes I did.” I know I’m very red faced.
Sara is a little redder than before, but still said. “Dad I saw you too. Was it because of me?”
“Oh Sara, can we talk when we get home?” I was hoping we could finish it there.
Sara gets a devilish look to her face, I know by that look she’s up to something I’ll regret. She though the blanket off. Pulls the robe up over her hips, spreads her legs and then moves her hips.
My pulse jumps doubling what have been displayed moments before. “Sara please don’t do that, we will talk about this when we get home.” If it had been any other circumstance I may have enjoyed the show, but not here and now.
Sara giggles “I know now anyway, if you’re not mad at me.”
“Oh I’m mad now. You shouldn’t be doing that.” I tried to look angry, by the look on her face, I know I failed miserably.
Lots more hip movement. “Oh I don’t think you’re mad.” She stops her hips. Her eyes are going wide as her attention is locked to my lap; a tent is forming there, my dick having a mind of its own shows its approval to Sara show.
I turn to my side, to look out the window, sad look on my face. I look back to her. “Yeah you did, and now what?” I turn back to the window.
“Dad I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you sad, or mad.” WOW I did give him a hard on. I like the fact that I can turn Dad on. It makes me tingle so much seeing him like that.
“Baby it’s Ok for now, but we’ll have a long talk when we get home.” I didn’t take my eyes from the window. She play I’m sorry before. She’s a better actor than I am.
“Dad, turn over.”
“Your but is showing. And I stopped.”
I roll back over and face her again. She covered herself again just to her lap. There is a knock at the door, it opens and the nurse from this morning came in.
“Your doctor is working your release now, but you’re going to need something to ware out of here. I’ll get you some scrubs to ware home, if you bring them back on her next appointment.” I noticed her name is Jill by her name tag.
“Sure that shouldn’t be a problem. Jill thank you.”
“Ok I’ll get the scrubs” she took my size, looked me up and down and when to find me some. I still had a tent, her eyes stayed on it for a time with the distant look in her eyes like memories flooding back.
I called the auto detailers, asked if the SUV was ready. Sorry sir but the passenger seat has some much blood in it. It will be better if we replace it. You wouldn’t want it anyway because.
I cut him off. “No she is fine now, but it was close.”
“Holy shit that’s great. Ah, that she is fine.” The detailer is a little impressed. “Better to replace the seat. We’ll never be able to make it like new.”
“Ok how long will it be before it’s ready?” I am hoping not long.
“I’m sorry but it will be about three days.” His reply is not too unexpected.
I hang up the room phone. Then I looked for the number for a rental car. I get that all set-up, the car will be here in thirty minutes.
A knock at the door, Jill returns with a set of scrubs put them on my bed.
“Sara do you need anything?” Jill asked kindly.
“No thanks, Jill.” Sara replied warmly.
I dress in the scrubs after Jill left. I walk over to Sara, set on the edge of her bed, turn to hug her. “Luv you Baby.” I say to Sara as I hold her.
She hugs me back. “Dad I love you too. Dad thanks.”
“For what Baby?” Like I didn’t know it’s for saving her life.
“You saved my life.” The smile on her face can melt icebergs.
“I would be all by myself, if I didn’t have you around.” As I pull her tighter to me. “Besides who is going to make breakfast for the two weeks after the Doc gives you the Ok to be up and walking.”
“Ok Dad, I will make you breakfast. But Dad you will have to show me how. You know I haven’t cooked much.” I think it’s about time that she learn how to cook breakfast, in less than three months she will be sixteen.
Sara is thinking as she sat there looking up at her Dad’s face. I’m been so lucky to have him as my Dad. He is so good looking, and so strong. I didn’t know I was showing him my body, my pussy, but he got turn on by me. That hasn’t happened before. We skinny-dip all the time but he has never gotten excited by me till now. I got so wet when I saw his erection. I was so excited to see it. I ache for his touch on my body, not just that, I want sex. I want to feel his huge cock inside me. Now when he hugs me I am getting excited to. I just want to be alone with him so bad. When I get home I’ll do what I have to be his girl. No, that’s not right, I want be his girlfriend, his woman. I’ll do what it takes to be his lover.
“Dad I can’t wait to get home.” If he knew what I am planning would he be as excited as I am?
“Me too, sweet heart, I’ll bring you back anything you want from home for tonight.”
Sara gets a devilish grin. “Okay you, just come back and be with me.” I try to keep my face as normal as possible but her double play with her words is not lost on me.
Knock at the door again. Jill came in leading the rent-a-car person. Paper work signed, card charged, and the keys handed over. He’s out the door as Jill Steps back in.
“Looking better I see.” The nurse said as she looks me over again. “Oh yes, Doctor Maris wanted to speak to you in his office, if you would follow me please.”
“Wait here sweetheart I’ll be back soon.” I tell Sara and then I kiss her on the forehead.
I hop off the bed and follow Jill out into the hospital. I follow as she walks just ahead of me, she has a great swing to her walk, and one most men could not help but to watch. I take two fast steps to walk beside her. “I couldn’t help but notice that you seem to like my look?”
She giggles like a young girl. “I do, I do like to look. I can look, but I bend taken, sorry.”
I say “Well, no harm in looking. Your man is a lucky one.” I can’t help but think I should know her, she seems so familiar. Like a friend from high school, that I haven’t seen in a long time. I almost asked.
“Who said it was a man.” She says looking at my face to get my reaction. My face goes hot, and then she laughs. “Got you.”
She stops in front of a door knocks for me, then opens the door. “I’ll wait here.”
Dr. Maris is contemplating as he sits alone in his office. How do I use the information that I have. I have seen how the two of them had gotten turn on this morning. I will know soon if they’re having sex, if I can prove he’s having sex with her. His thoughts are interrupted as a knock sounds at his door, and it opens. “Hi Doctor Maris.” I come in and take a seat. “I take it I need to sign some paper work.” I really can’t get this over fast enough. I just wish Sara could come home today too.
Doctor Maris looks up with a smile. “That girl of yours is sure something.”
“I have three orders for you. “Drive slower, keep her off her feet for two weeks, and get her on birth control.” If she isn’t already, he will agree to that in a heartbeat. Then I know sooner or later I’ll be able to find proof of her being sexually active with him.
“What Doc?” I’m a little taken aback, but given Sara’s recent actions, now with her flirting with me. I’m thinking it’s probably a good idea. If she keeps it up more than likely I’ll give her what she’s asking for. Any man without ice water for blood would.
“Yes, it hit me like that too, when my wife told me our girls needed to be on the pill.” Doctor Maris says knowingly.
“I have never thought about it. Yes, Sara is at that age when girl start being boy crazy.” I half lie, not wanting to confess my thoughts from this morning to him.
We talk for a minute or two more. I sign all the paper work needed for my check out. He gives me four prescriptions, for pain, anti-infection, a cream to help heal the cut, and the pill. He hands me a small bag containing my wallet, keys, and cell phone.
“Start her on the Meds as soon as possible, as soon as you’re home tomorrow, the pill in the morning and it till her next cycle to become effective. Have her back in two weeks from tomorrow, if any sign of infection or bleeding bring her in immediately.”
I ask. “By the way, what’s the name of the red head nurse outside.” If I can get her full name I can look her up. Find out more about her and maybe answer that nagging question in the back of my head.
“I see you like red heads. It’s Jill, Jill Maris.” He states slightly amused.
“Oh sorry, is she your wife?” I hadn’t seen a ring.
“Yes, she keeps me on my toes like this.”
“It must be a red head thing.” We both laugh.
When Jill is walking me back to Sara’s room, I ask. “So you and the Doc?”
“Yeah he won me over about six years ago.” She doesn’t seem excited or happy at the memory.
“You two sound like you have a lot of fun together.” I’m just trying to make conversation.
“We keep each other happy.”
But that statement doesn’t ring fully true to me. “That’s good.” I don’t want to be rude. I keep my suspicions hidden.
I told Sara. I’ll be going home to get her some things and should be back in a couple of hours.
Twenty minutes later I’m at a local drug store dropping off the prescriptions, they will be ready in an hour. I get some of the magazines that I know Sara reads.
I’ll come back in an hour to pick up the medications, on my way back to visit with Sara.
I drive home, when I get there a trail of Sara’s blood, which follows her path. I get the garden hose and wash it away. In the entry hall there is more blood, I call one of the house cleaners I use from time to time. She agrees to come and take care of any bloodstains this evening.
Now I can concentrate on getting what Sara needs today. I get overnight bag and packet was of Sara’s underwear, a sundress, and deck shoes. Get a couple of her favorite DVDs, her cell phone and laptop. I put one of her favorite movies in the DVD player of the laptop, so we can watch it later.
I will take a quick shower, and then return to the hospital to be with Sara. In the shower I run the water over my head and face, closing my eyes the image of Sara’s sex flashes before me. I step back shaking my head trying to empty the image to no luck. The spray now covers most of my body. My cock again hardening tingles as the spray stimulates it. It’s just a fantasy this is not going to hurt anyone, as my hand wraps around my cock. Closing my eyes again Sara sex is therefore me, her lips are red and extended, wet with her juices. Sara parts her legs and moves her hips, no longer on the hospital bed but my bed. Sara’s voice is so sexy, as she beckons me closer. Our lips touch, our bodies melt together, I am pumping my hand rapidly over my cock. I was so turned on by her this morning. I wanted to ravage her so badly. I need this release to control myself. I feel my balls tighten, and then I explode into orgasm. I watch rope after rope of cum arches through the air to land a foot in front of me. My breathing is rapid as I lean heavily against the shower wall, the last of my semen flows from my cock. I cleaned myself again.
Dress and leave, stop at the pharmacy on the way there pick up her medications.
It’s still visiting hours, so I go to the hospital, heading back towards the room I shared with Sara. The doors open and I hear voices talking and laughing from inside. Not wanting to ease drop I walk up and knock on the door. Sara’s voice says come in. She lights up as I enter the room.
“Dad, I’m glad you came back.” Sara says happily.
“I couldn’t do without my best girl.” I smile back. I noticed Jill is setting with Sara, and she must been whom Sara was talking with before I came in.
“Hello Jill, nice to see you.” I still can’t get over the fact that somehow I know her from long ago. I just can’t place it. I guess it doesn’t matter much she’s married, and that’s one line I’ll never cross again. It turned out to be the worst thing I have ever done. If I had divorced Janet then courted Jewels things may have been totally different. My marriage with Janet was terrible for both of us.
Sara is there anything you need before I go? Jill asked.
“Thank you Jill. I don’t need anything.” Sara says warmly to Jill.
“I’ll look in on you tonight when I come on shift.” Jill tells Sara. Then she is out the door without looking back. I realize she stayed long after her shift to talk to Sara.
I place her bag on the bedside table. Handing her a pair of her panties, she takes them with a giggle. “Thanks Dad.” She pulls them on without hesitation.
We spent the rest of the afternoon talking and watching her movies. Sara has me to get in bed beside her so I can see her laptop as well. During the second movie she is cuddled to my chest and falls asleep. I stopped the movie after I realize I’m the only one watching it. With Sara resting on my chest I realize that fantasy in my shower hasn’t helped much, it may have hurt because now with her lying beside me I can’t get it out of my head. At 4 PM the nurse comes in with medications for Sara. The nurse gives me a look as if to say that’s cute if she was eight years old. Waking Sara to take her medication, she then ushers me off of the bed. The nurse told Sara go back to sleep till dinner at 6 PM. Tells me that visiting hours start again at 7 PM and I should not be back till then, practically pushes me from the room. I call to Sara be back at seven.
At seven that night we watch one more movie together. I wish her good night and I’ll be back first thing in the morning to bring her home. The medications are making her sleepy anyway.
When I get home the house seems so empty without Sara there. I decide to go straight to bed so I can get up very early. At about 2:30 in the morning I wake from a nightmare where I had not gotten Sara to the hospital in time. After that I just couldn’t get back to sleep. At three in the morning I’m still looking at the ceiling of my bedroom. Just then the house phone rings its Sara. “Hey what are you doing up so late?” “I had a bad dream Dad. I really needed to hear your voice. ” She’s talking quietly; I hear some stress in her voice.
“I’m glad to hear your voice too, Sara. This house is very lonely without you. I miss you.”
“I miss you too, when are they going to let me out of here?” Sara asked hoping I’ll just come get her.
“Nine in the morning.” I can almost feel her disappointment coming through the phone. “Do you think Jill would let me sneak in your room. Just so I can be with you?”
Giggling now Sara says. “Who do you think got my cell phone from the bag for me? By the way Dad I lost a bet. Jill bet me hundred bucks that you would come if I called you even at three in the morning.”
“Okay you can owe me the hundred. I’ll be there in an hour. Love you baby girl.”
“Love you too Dad.”
I sneak in the hospital at 3:45 AM walking in Sara’s room she is there talking with Jill, it seems as though she and Sara had found the beginnings of a friendship. I walk over and hand Sara the hundred. Sara hands it to Jill.
Jill giggles. “I’ll put this into my girls’ college fund.”
Sara takes my hand to get my attention. “Dad, Jill wants to take me to shop for some new outfits. You know how you hate to shop for clothing. I thought me and Jill could spend some time together. “
“Sure I don’t have a problem with that.” Actually I was happy that Sara was socializing.
“Okay when Sara is able to walk around the mall, we’ll go shopping together.” Jill smile is warm and affectionate to Sara.
Jill is turning to leave again. “I got to go check on the other patients.” She’s out the door quickly.
I set down beside Sara, and hold her hand. “So baby girl do you want tell me about that bad dream.”
“Don’t want to think about it again.” Sara says shaking her head and squeezing my hand. I let it drop.
“Do you want to watch that movie again, or do you want me to cuddle with you so you can go back to sleep?” I’m hoping she wants to cuddle, I probably need that more than she does after the dream I had.
Sara makes room for me on her bed, and then said. “Please Dad come cuddle with me. That makes me feel safe in your arms.”
I climb into the bed beside Sara cuddling to her. I feel her relax as soon has her head rests on my chest. In just moments Sara’s breathing is regular and slow. It didn’t take her 30 seconds to fall asleep, and I wonder if she had slept any tonight. Had that dream awoken her too soon after she had fallen asleep earlier tonight? Holding her and feeling her warm breath on my chest relaxed me as well, washed away all worry my nightmare had caused. Even though I tried to fight sleep it took me quickly as well.
“Wake up you two.” A hand on my shoulder shakes me awake.
I hear a familiar voice. “Okay Jewels, I’m awake.” Sara still sleeps on my chest. As my eyes adjust to the light in the room and realization of where I’m at fills my brain. I raise my head and there’s Jill with a curious smile a crossed her face.
“Robert, you need to get up. The doctors will be making the rounds soon.” She turns and walks from the room.
I slide out of bed gently as I can, but still wake Sara. “The doctors will come around soon, I’ll be back I just need to get fresh clothing on.” Kissing her on the forehead I leave for home.
At home get changed after showering, check the work my housekeeper like always very well done. I decide to get breakfast on the way back to the hospital. I leave the rental car and take my Jaguar; Sara always enjoyed riding in it better.
At 10:45 Sara and I pull off the highway back onto our long drive way.
I pull up to the front door, to let Sara have an easier time going in the house. “Sara, I’ll help you out, let me get your door.” As I round the car, Sara is moving in her seat. I open and hold the door of the car for Sara. I’ve lost sight of Sara, as I opened the door, so I am totally surprised as a pair of gorgeous nude legs comes out of the car, followed by the rest of this beautiful nude teen. I’m frozen in place, like a dear in high beams, and yes she had them on high, both nipples hard and erect. Using the door and me to help her stand up, she giggles as she saw the shock on my face. “Dad hand me my crutches please.” I’ve seen her so many times as a child but here is a young woman, fair skinned worked well with her red hair. Her 34 B cup breast alone is a marvel by themselves mounts of creamy milky whiteness topped areolas color of pink roses topped with deeper pink nipples. “Daddy you like, you must you’re staring.” How can I missed her changes seeing her every day, skinny-dipping with her, I guess I was so used to seeing her I didn’t notice. Here she is standing for me her signs of obvious arousal screamed to my body.
Sorry Baby but there is no way you’re walking around the house like that.
“Aaah Daddy. I know you like it.” She touches the tent in my pants. “Come on Dad let me see it up close.” “Get to your room now and put something on or I’ll spank your nude ass.” I try to be firm, no pun.
“Aaaw Daddy you want to put your hands on my ass.” She teased.
I look at her and say in a hard tone. “Don’t tease till you’re ready to please.”
“What?” Sara is confused by my statement I don’t give her time to figure it out
“Go to your room and think about it, as you put something on.” But the thought going on in my head is if she doesn’t put something on I’ll fuck her brains out, how long can I hold out. She is so God Damn beautiful, so tempting if she wasn’t my daughter that pussy would be holding my dick right now, or maybe my cum. Forgive me I want her so much, more than any woman before. I love her; all is holding me back not wanting to hurt her.
She turns to go, realizing I’m not giving in, yet. Sara plans, I’ll make him give in to me; I can see that his body wants to, that hard on is huge. He will give in soon. I’ll go to his bed. I’ll go nude he likes it, even if he says he don’t. He so turned on. I’ll make him spank me but I wouldn’t stop; at least I feel his hand on my ass. Now see what I can think to make him stay near me as I’m nude, I use the leg to make him help me. “Ouch Dad, my leg is hurting bad.”
“Your pain killers are wearing off. I have them in my room.”
“Daddy, help me to my bed first please.”
“Ok, I put your crutches in your room later. You can hold to my neck.” I gently pick her up holding under her knees and back, her arm is around my neck. Walking and carrying her this way she can use one arm to open the doors for me. Lifting her to my chest is like picking up a feather, she feels so light in my arms. Her arm circles my neck; I feel her warm body through my shirt. I’m so turned on at this point my dick hurts from need; my balls feel heavier than she does. As I walked through our home I pass the couch, I want to throw her down on it spread those gorgeous legs to my shoulders and drive in her till my head of my dick hits bottom, not just touch but hit her cervix. I know this can drive a girl into orgasm but not at first, a light touch can be painful to some girls, till she is near her own climax. I sure she still has her Hymen, the thin vaginal membrane, so painful to break, not a good idea with all her stitches.
That’s the idea of her death, to ease my lust, but it kills my lust. If it kills mine, it should work on her as well.
By the time I reach her bedroom out the back hall. Sara has her head on my shoulder; her hot breath is steady and slow. I look down and she is asleep. Thank god her door is open. Her bed is unmade so I will have no problem laying her down and tucking her in. I move slower now to her bed, lowering her to her bed, her ass touches the sheets, her hills of her feet my arm is no longer supporting her lower body. I bent to lower her upper body to her bed. Halfway down and both her arms now hold me tight to her, her lips move to mine so fast but gentle, she is kissing me; I don’t stop myself from returning it. The kiss started soft and sweet now is becoming hot and passionate. One of her hand sliding in to my pants, she moved hand through my pubic hair then right to the base of my now soft dick. Her eyes shot open.
“Baby what is wrong?” after we break our kiss. She has a questioning look on her beautiful face.
“I was going to ask you that.” Sara is all most hurt by what her hand has found. She pulls her hand free.
“Sara, we can’t now.” She starts to object but I don’t let her by putting a finger to her lips. “If we make love your stitches would open up, at best you would have a nasty scar, but there is a big chance you would die. I’ll not let that happen never. So for now I want you to stop trying for this, because if you want too after those stitches are out. After you’re better I will be willing too.”
Her eyes are passionate, as she takes it all in, how I looked, and talked to her. “Dad it is ok if you want to now. I want it too. Don’t you want me to be your lover?”
I smile back and talk in my voice she has never heard from me, my lover’s voice. “Sara, yes more than I want to breathe, but never if you are hurt by it in any way. So no, we can wait.”
She pulls me into a kiss, that I willing move into. We kiss for a long time.
“Sara I Love You. I need to go get your Meds. I’ll be back as fast as I can.”
“Ok Dad. I’ll wait for you.”
I get the package of medications I picked up from the pharmacy. Get a glass of water from the kitchen, and walked back to Sara’s room. I open the bag and pull out her medications first the cream is to help heal the cut so there’ll be very little scar. There are antibiotics so you will not have an infection. Your pain killers and last but not least her birth control pills.
Sara has no reaction until I pullout a round 28 day container of birth control pills. Her eyes light up with excitement upon recognizing what they are. “You weren’t kidding you have planned this haven’t you?”
“Surprised? I told you I will do anything to keep you from being hurt.” I open the painkiller and antibiotic to give Sara recommended dose to take. “Sara read on the birth control pills and find out when you got to take them.” I know they will not be effective during this cycle but after, during her next cycles we should be safe.
“Ok I’ll do anything for you. And I do mean anything.” Sara has a devilish grin.
“Love alright when you’re better, just not now.” I say this before she gets sex back on her mind.
This is the edited version of my first story hereHi my handle is hard93. This is the edited version of my first story here.
I hope that you will enjoy it better. I’ve added a few story elements to add interest for those who have read my first version. It should make it worth the read.
The following story is all fiction, with none of the events or characters based in reality. Not to say that the same the events written here do not occur in reality; there may be someone out there whose life resembles this story. It does contain sex with teenagers; if you find this offensive please discontinue reading. This story is about life, love and betrayal, how over coming pain can change your life. So enjoy.
How do we start this? I am Joe a 35-year-old man, I was married 17 years ago to a beautiful woman, she was a Latina beauty with mahogany eyes and hair, she was five foot, seven inches tall, hundred and fifteen pounds, 38C-25-38 with supermodel looks. She could stop traffic in a pair of tight blue jeans and tank top. Her major problem was she knew it. She gave me two beautiful daughters early in our marriage, now Amanda age sixteen and Megan age fourteen, both with dark hair almost black, deep brown eyes, and deep tan skin. They appear to be a younger version of the mother with the same supermodel looks.
As fate would have it she was taken from me just eight months ago. Five weeks ago her will was read. Then my world crumpled as I found out that both my daughters actually were not my children. What had been, up to my wife’s illness, a perfect life and family was a lie. According to a letter attached to the will, my deceased wife had being carrying on an affair during our early marriage. She had been blackmailed into her actions by her ex-boyfriend who had pictures and video of her being slutty. She didn’t want to chance losing my love. So she allowed him to have sex for his silence and a little cash from time to time. He insisted that they never used birth control as part of his blackmail; as a result she became pregnant twice. Our prenuptial agreement would have left her absolutely nothing if it been consensual, leaving her with the burden of proving that she was blackmailed.
I had loved her desperately but doubt is a terrible thing, it will tear away at any belief. I’m not sure just how much I actually believe her. A fiction is easily written to make you out as the victim. Some facts could be checked, and a paternity test will confirm some of her statements. Given the infrequent sex life I had with her during our first three years of marriage the opportunity definitely was there. She claimed that she had ended his domination. Afterwards he died in a car accident just a day later. She gave his name, I’m managed to verify that is true he had died four months after Megan was born.
If my wife would have come to me, told me of this scheme to blackmail her when it began, I would have gotten private investigators to track down everything this man had. To make him stop I used every means; I’m dealt with the blackmailer. My family came from old money with its share of scandals. Blackmail stops when you stand up to them; by being ready to face the scandal, gather your evidence of the blackmail, and reverse it. I’m going to the police, you’re going to jail. Not always easy, but with professional help doable.
I make an appointment for both girls, telling them it’s an annual physical which it is, but also their DNA will be collected for verification. Given the results I may be changing my will I haven’t decided what I may do.
Life goes on, a few weeks after the girls appointment I received the DNA results. On reading, I do find that my fears are true, I am not their father. Both girls had the same father, matching my wife’s account. A little more digging in this man’s background I find is parents, and from them I retrieve materials he was using to blackmail my now dead wife. His father put $2000 I offered in exchange in his pocket. He then told me a different story that they were lovers. That she had kept him at her whim, using him whenever she had the itch, as he put it.
The blackmail materials had several DVDs showing that he was fucking my wife up to Megan’s conception, over most of the first three years of our marriage, some pictures which predate this. From the images on the DVDs, it did not appear any coercion was in use, but looked like the slut had enjoyed it. My suspicions were confirmed especially, when the bitch asked at the end of at least two of the recordings. “Same time tomorrow?”
As for the girls, in some way in my mind I stopped looking at them as my daughters. May be it was the fact that I watched the DVDs and from the time recorded I figured out which one she was impregnated on, and hearing her scream. “I POPPY CUM IN ME NOW, GIVE ME A BABY.” That was enough make me hate that woman. No matter what we shared after I will hate her for that. I can’t even say her name anymore.
Needless to say, I was greatly hurt, angry to the point of being totally enraged, and more confused than I ever had been by all this. The will instructed that the girls were not to know until after Megan reached her 18th birthday. The will gave me the guardianship of them. How do I look them in the eye and still act as a loving father.
The girls had nothing to do with that, they were innocent. When you do not understand why someone is angry you naturally believe it was something that you did. The girls believed something they were doing had enraged me. They didn’t go to the reading of the will, and not knowing of their mother’s infidelity or the circumstance of their birth had no idea what I was dealing with.
At one point, they asked me why I had begun to treat them differently. What have they done to make me angry at them?
“Why are you so pissed off Daddy? Did we do something to make you so mad?” Amanda asked one day after school. She had no way of knowing that I watched those damned DVDs while they were at school. I had no idea what I was hoping to find by watching them. So far all I’ve found with more pain.
“No Amanda, I’m sorry you didn’t do anything. I’m not mad at you or your sister.” When Amanda and Megan hugged me, I’m not sure if it was the fact I did not see them as my daughters, or they look so much like the woman I fell in love with. I found myself daydreaming about how good it would be to make them scream the same words their mother had. Her mother would role-play as one of them; I could hear Amanda screaming the words from one of our fantasy lovemaking adventures.
I had to excused myself and return to my room to sort out my feelings, on one hand I was angry enough at their mother to go through with it. Have them act out one of the recordings, me replacing their father and them their mother. I hated myself once I realized I was transferring my anger to them. Their innocence held me back, how could I do that to those girls who love me, as truly as any child could. At least I realize that they do not deserve any of the punishment that I would’ve dealt the two lovers.
I decided to treat the girls, as who they were, young, beautiful, and innocent, girls who knew nothing of their mothers treachery. I decided that I would enjoy their company as always to forgive them of their accidental birth. Because who can pick who your parents are.
Later that evening at dinner, Amanda had cooked. She had taken over many of the tasks her mother preformed. “I think you’re becoming a better cook than your mother ever was.”
Amanda said. “I miss mummy.” As she looks at me, a confused look comes over her face as I realize I did not hide my anger. She had no clue as to what a bitch her mother had been. Amanda asked. “Why are you mad Daddy did I do something?”
“You did not, your mother did.” I blurted out before even thinking. Both girls were in tears seeing my anger not knowing the cause. Only that I was mad at the beloved mother for no known reason.
“I’m sorry it’s not you girls. I’m having a harder time with your mothers passing that I thought.” I’m not sure if that’s a lie or not, after the first three years our marriage was good, no it was great. She was very affectionate and playful; she took care of the house well, and was always there for the girls and me. She even initiated sex on many nights, I still missed that. She had become the perfect wife and mother. Then she fell ill, if not for her death, I may have never known.
The fact that she allow herself to get pregnant by him twice, and never by me. I’m having trouble getting over her betrayal; even if it started as blackmail it seems she began to enjoy it, more than me, or did she even love him more than me. That’s the idea that’s killing me. I’m going to have to let go of this anger. To move beyond it, so I can enjoy my life.
“Girls do you know what the seven stages of grieving are?” I asked to tears stained faces. As they slowly shake their head no.
“Everyone grieves differently and over different time periods for them, but there are seven stages everyone goes through. First shock and denial, second Pain and guilt, third anger and bargaining, forth depression and loneliness, fifth the upturn, sixth Reconstruction, seventh acceptance. I’m stuck in third. Sorry girls, this isn’t your fault you been wonderful, but I’ve been having a tough time.”
Both girls come around the table to comfort me by hugging me and kissing me on my cheeks. “We love you Daddy.” Both girls say as they hold me tight for a few minutes.
After a while as they do their best to comfort me, all I managed to choke out with my emotions running so high is. “Thank you girls.”
They do make me feel better so I tell them. “I will clean up. You two go find something fun to do.”
Gathering and rinsing the dirty dishes and putting them into the dishwasher, I’m not paying much attention but all of a sudden I noticed the house is very quiet. Too quiet, anyone who has raised kids knows when it gets that quiet, go check on the kids there up to something. The last plate is loaded anyway, I quietly close the dishwasher. Walking quietly through the house to find what the girls are up to.
The living room lights are off, but I can tell that the widescreen TV is on. A cold chill runs down my spine as I realize I haven’t removed that damn DVD from the player. The sound must nearly be off because as I stand in the doorway I can barely hear anything. The girls are there with their hands over their mouth trying not to make any noise, as they watch the recording of their mother’s betrayal in total shock.
I hesitate not knowing how to break it to them or how much they should know. How much they have seen? I did not have to wait long for the answer to that question. I heard my wife’s voice, even though the TV’s speakers were at a very low volume it seemed to echo around the room. Perhaps a lie may be kinder than the truth. At least their mothers lie has some truth that I can show them. I will have to do a lot of damage control and quickly.
I turn on the lights the girls jump, Amanda quickly turns off the TV.
“Girls I’m sorry you saw that.” As I walk toward them to talk.
Amanda asks. “Daddy is that why you’re so pissed off?”
All I can do is shake my head yes in response. A tear is running down my cheek, sadness or frustration it doesn’t matter if there, and the girls see it.
“We’re sorry. We did not know.” Amanda begins with tears streaking down her face. I hold my arms out Amanda rushes into me holding me tightly crying on my chest. Megan comes and wraps herself around Amanda side and mine crying into my chest as well.
I’m doing my best to comfort both girls. Nothing seems to work, I began kissing them on the top of their heads. “Listen I love you and nothing else matters. You’re my girls and nothing else matters.” They finally look up as I say this. I gently kiss each on their forehead. The girls both say “I love you.”
“I never wanted you to know about that. In time I would have dealt with it and you would never have to know.” Megan is extremely bright child near genius level, her math skills are exceptional, science and biology comes easily to her, even in advanced classes she still straight A+ student, but Book smart doesn’t always mean you have enough common sense to keep your mouth shut.
I don’t know when it came to her but she blurted out. “Did you see the date? The date on the video it was nine months before Amanda was born. What mom said did you hear that?” Amanda now cries uncontrollably into my chest, moaning. “No. No. No. No.” My heart is breaking knowing just how she feels.
She pulls away looking me in the face. “It’s.. Can’t be.. NO.. PLEASE NO!” She’s too upset to make a full sentence. Or she just reads the sad confirmation on my face, the same face she saw when I had to tell her some other painful news, about a pet, and then the same face when telling her about her grandparents and later her mother.
“I never wanted you to find out. It doesn’t matter, I love you.” I try to pull her back to me but she slips away and runs to her room.
I can feel Megan nervously shaking against me. “Daddy I look just like Amanda, if she wasn’t two years older than me people would say we’re twins.” Before I can say anything Megan reads my same expression that Amanda did and she knows as well.
“I love you Megan, nothing else matters.”
Megan grows angry and shouts. “HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT? IT MATTERS. MY MOTHER WAS A BITCH TO HURT YOU. I DON’T KNOW EVEN WHO I AM.” She pulls away and runs to her room slamming her door. Feel like smashing the whole DVD player right through the TV. I’m so mad at myself for leaving that damn disk in it. How could I let this happen? Why was I so careless with that damned disk?
I don’t want to talk to the girls when I’m in this state. Anger makes for poor negotiating. I do my best to calm down and bring myself under control. It takes several minutes before I am calm enough to handle talking to the girls. I’ll start with Amanda.
I knock on Amanda’s door, waiting a few moments knock one more time, without a response I open her door. Amanda is on her bed with her face buried in her pillow weeping uncontrollably. I walk over setting down on her bed and start gently rubbing her back. I sat there just gently rubbing her back without saying anything. After a very long time, her tears begin to stop. She rolls over and looks me in my eyes.
Why would she do something like that? She knew how much it would hurt you. She told me to never cheat on the man I love. She knew it was wrong but she did it anyway.” Amanda is hurt and frightened. I can only imagine what’s going through her mind, her mother is dead. I’m not her father. Is she afraid that I may reject her? Send her to that man she doesn’t know. What if he rejects her too? She could be an orphan poor and homeless?
“Yes Amanda I am mad and hurt, by what she did. She said she was blackmailed into doing those things, he had pictures of her, that she did not want anyone to see.”
“Blackmail dad, I don’t believe it. That is bill shit; she was enjoying herself a woman can tell. She was a bitch to hurt you. And now that you know,”
I cut her off before she could say anything else. “Amanda I love you, I fed you, changed you, set with you when you’re sick. I held you when you cried. I’ve been your dad from the day you were born. Hell I’ve even bled for you. Nothing will ever change that. You’re my girl and you always will be. Your mother gave me you and Megan at least two good things came of it.”
Amanda asks. “When did you bleed for me?”
“When you were a toddler you somehow got a knife from the countertop while I was making dinner. It was my entire fault; I should have been watching you better. To get it back from you I got cut pretty bad on both of my hands. Your mom comes home seeing you in the playpen covered in blood she screamed at me thinking you were hurt. Then she saw my hands wrapped in bloody towels, she made me go to the hospital. Good thing too, apparently I was cut more severely than I had thought.” I hold my hands so Amanda could see the old scars now just pencil lines on my palms.
She sets up, and then throwing her arms around me pulls me into her. “I love you. But you’re not my father.”
“That doesn’t change how I feel about you, I love you.” She does something I hadn’t expected. She rises up and gives me a kiss directly on my lips holding there. Her mother had made me teach her how to kiss, saying it’s better for me to teach her, then have some punk kid with a hidden camera. Now I wonder if that’s how all this got started. It feels like minutes but I know it was only seconds before I begin the return her kiss. Before I realize what was happening the kiss became hot and passionate. I break away pulling back to look at her.
“What’s wrong Joe?” The first time in her life she is called me Joe. I’m not daddy anymore. That hurt more than anything.
“You just called me Joe.” I state trying to hold back my disappointment.
“I can’t call you father because you’re not. Daddy is a form of father.” She moves up to kiss me again.
“I’m sorry we can’t. Megan is going through this as well.”
Amanda’s eyes go wide with shock as she realizes her sister is her full sister. “That bitch not once, but twice she did that to you.” Again she read my face and sees the truth.
I said “Megan figured that out on her own.” as I raised pulling Amanda to come with me. “We need to go help your sister.” Amanda nods and follows me to Megan’s room.
I knock and wait with no response; I simply walked into her room. Megan turns away from me. I set down on her bed, again rubbing the back of one of my precious girls. After a few moments Megan rolls over to look at me, through tear stained eyes.
“I’m sorry it does matter, but it doesn’t change the fact that I love you. I loved you from your first breath, I will love you till my last.”
Megan sets up and hugs me tightly kissing my cheeks. “I love you too.”
I make eye contact with Amanda, and mouth. “You too.” Amanda’s half smile is enough to let me know she understands.
After a while curiosity is more than Megan can stand. Nervously Megan stammers. “What.. What are you.. What are you going to do? What about that man? Who is he?”
“I’m going to love you, you’re my Megan.” Megan is calmer after hearing this.
“That man was your father and died shortly after you were born.” After saying this both girls exchange a look.
“So we’re orphans?” Megan asked.
I then set both girls down on Megan’s bed close to each other, taking her desk chair and facing them. Then I take one of their hands, and then looked them each into their eyes. “Your mothers will appoints me as your guardian, so nothing changes. I will do what I’ve always done. Love you. I can’t change that about me, everything can be just like before.”
Amanda states. “Everything is different Joe.”
Megan passionately states. “You’re not our father, that bastard is dead and good riddance.”
I’m not sure how or where to go from here. How many times do I need to tell them I love them, how many ways I can show them that I love them.
Amanda speaks with more emotion pulling me into her eyes. “You’re not our father, we’re not your daughters, it’s not the same, how can you love us the same?”
“I do.” I say but it came off as week protest.
“You love us, it can’t be the same, and it’s all changed now.” Amanda leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Now you can fuck my brains out, and it’s not incest.” Smiling she sets back onto the bed.
Oh my God, Amanda just hit on me. The shock is on my face. To kiss is one thing; did she want to actually go that far, change our relationship forever. Megan nervously begins to giggle at my expression. I feel my heart beat nearly double and there’s a strain in my boxers has my body’s reaction does not match what my brain is trying to tell it.
Amanda demands an answer. “Isn’t that true?”
I can’t control my body any longer, there’s a large twinge in my stiffening penis to her words. My thin shorts and boxers do little to hide my erection as the loose material begins to tent. Her statement is definitely half true, it wouldn’t be incest. As for the other half my body tense to lean toward true as well.
Amanda’s free hand falls over the end of my stiffening manhood pressing it against my thigh. Her hand gently squeezes, and her eyes staring into mine. Amanda’s hand feels so good on me; under her hand my manhood comes to full hardness. A devilish smile crosses her face now not needing an answer to either half of her statement.
Amanda had a severe daddy crush that my wife used to tease me about. She would often say. “One of these nights you’re going to find her wrapped around that monster of yours.” Sometimes she would role play, acting like she was Amanda. In that role seducing me and once we began she would always make me refer to her as Amanda. Part of that role playing she would say. “I’m not your daughter I’m your Amanda.” And later on when Megan fell under her daddy crush she did the same using Megan as a target of her fantasy. Was she confessing that my daughters were not mine, or simply preparing me for this moment.
Amanda let go quickly then drew her hand back, as she did my erection sprung up as high as the materials would allow.
Megan gasps as she saw it bounce upward. “What did you say Amanda?”
Amanda repeats “Now you can fuck my brains out, and it’s not incest. Isn’t that true?” Megan stares opened mouth at Amanda. I am still stunned and not able to find my voice.
I finally get the nerve to open my mouth. “It’s true it wouldn’t be incest.”
Amanda’s body shows her arousal, her nipples are hard showing through the thin material of her tight white t-shirt, the crotch of her cut-off jeans shorts are damp from her womanly wetness, and the intoxicating aroma is unmistakable. It does nothing but strengthen my own body’s reaction, my hard on is very uncomfortable straining to rip itself free. It’s now that I realize how long it’s been since I last made love, although fairly fast my wife’s illness still lasted just over a year, it’s been eight months since her passing. Nearly two full years I’ve been celibate.
“Girls it’s been a very long day, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to go get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow, a little more time may let us think more clearly.”
I turn and quickly leave closing the door behind me. In the Hall I over hear Amanda and Megan, I know I shouldn’t but I can’t stop myself from listening.
Megan “Oh my God, you just thrown yourself at him.”
Amanda “You heard him, it’s not incest. So why not, he makes me horny as hell. I can have him now. I think I’m going to.”
Megan giggles “Okay I’ll admit it too. I get wet thinking about him every night.”
Amanda “Remember the days when we got out of school early. When we got home, we heard them in their bedroom. Mom was role-playing, acting like she was one of us. We sneaked up to their bedroom door to hear them better.”
Megan “Yes I remember, that was so hot.”
Amanda “Remember how I went in to the bedroom just a little, mom saw me with my hand down my pants.”
Megan “Oh my God what did she do?”
Amanda “She smiled, motioned for me to leave. Later when we were back in our rooms, she came and talked to me. She told me she was dying, that hurt. I cried the longest, she just held me. Then she told me after she dies that we should take care of Joe. After that she started making him give me kissing lessons.”
Megan “You mean mom was having him make out with you?”
Amanda “Yeah she had him kiss me just like a boyfriend, one time she even talked him into feeling me up so I would know how to stop a boy from doing that.”
Megan giggles “Did you like him touching you? What did you like?”
Amanda giggles. “Yes! At first it was really good it felt amazing, I didn’t try to stop him. Then mom made him do it more like a boy my age would. That didn’t feel as good, then mom made me try to stop him. It took a couple tries but he helped by showing me a hold to use on boys. She got so sicker after that we never did anything else.”
Megan is very quiet; I cannot hear what she says now.
Amanda is nearly as quiet I only catch a couple of words but what words. They are fuck his brains out. I quickly turned quietly walking to my bedroom I have a feeling that I’ll need whatever rest I can get.
Entering my darken bedroom, I disappear from view, just as I hear Megan’s bedroom door open. From within my bedroom I can see Amanda walking back to her room. I wait until she has closed her door before pushing mine to. As my eyes adjusted I move to undress in the master bath, I follow my normal routine which is more difficult due to my hard on screaming for attention.
I go to bed close my eyes and try to sleep, but over and over my mind travels back to Amanda’s words, fuck his brains out. It’s been many long minutes and still no sleep just every time I close my eyes there is Amanda saying that one time after another.
Looking at the clock it’s barely 11 PM, when my door opens slowly. I can tell its Amanda by her height she is 3 inches taller than Megan, but it’s about time for Megan’s last growth surge. She steps in, closing the door behind her, and again I paused wondering what to say.
“Amanda,” she freezes at the sound of my voice. “What are you doing here?”
“You said yes. Your body said yes. I’m here to fuck your brains out. I wanted to for the last four years. Now I am going to.” She had been moving closer as she spoke, now at the foot of the bed. I reached to turn on the lamp so I could see her clearly. The light caused her to stand still while her eyes adjusted; there she stood fully nude, every inch of her was beautiful, thinner than her mother, 36C-24-36 a perfect hourglass figure a goddess in her own right. I felt my resolve vaporize instantly. I love her, not because she was my daughter we both knew she wasn’t, but for her, loved her spirit, her body, her mind the whole package. Amanda is right everything has changed.
I threw back the blanket that covered me. I revealed my erection which was a good 9 inches long by 3 1/2 inches wide. Her eyes had just readjusted to the light, this was the first time she saw my nude body, and sure she has seen me in my trunks as we swam together many times. This is the first time she seen my fully erect penis, an erection she caused.
Amanda stands there looking at me; her eyes are fixed on my cock. “Oh God it’s beautiful and so big.”
I take her hand and pull her onto my chest and begin to kiss her passionately, her hard nipples rubbed through my chest hair grinding in small circles as she moves her body she moans into our kiss. I feel her tilt her hips and raise one leg to straddle me, as she settles down to me, her clitoris rubs against my enlarged member causing a second moan to escape her throat. I begin to slowly thrust my hips moving my cock over her clit. As I pull back till the crown of my cock it bumps across her clit, she moans loud and she pulls away arching her back. Once she’s high enough for me to latch onto her left breast my mouth seeks her areola and nipple. Her nipple is standing hard and erect like an eraser from first graders pencil dark brown like chocolate drop on dark caramel, my mouth hungrily licks and sucks at her breast. My left hand cups her right breast playing with the nipple and gently massaging her breast.
Amanda moans. “Oh God yes I needed to touch you, I needed for you to touch me. Oh yes Suck my tits.” She straining her hips against me then sliding up and down my manhood. Now it’s my turn to moan from the pleasure she’s giving me. I switch sides to pleasure her other breast. She is beginning to speed up her motions her hips moving faster along my manhood. It’s fully wet from tip to base. Her aroma fills the room; she begins to shake as an orgasm takes her young body. I’ve heard Amanda in her room masturbating at night. I know this isn’t the first orgasm but it seems to be longer and louder than her normal self-induced orgasms. Before she even fully recovers I pushed her over onto her back sliding down between her legs to lick at that gorgeous pussy. Her pubic mound is covered with thin short curly dark hair, her scent permeates it. I grab her thighs and she willingly spreads them, her lips open as her thighs spread wide. In the low light her beautiful body is open to me. I lick from bottom of her pussy to her clitoris in one long slow pass. She squirms as I proceed; Amanda’s clitoris is over an inch long standing straight out fully erect and outside of its protective hood.
Wrapping my tongue around it I slowly draw back and forth, putting my whole mouth over that area of her clit. Two strokes and Amanda’s hands are holding my head tight to her; she thrusts her hips to force her clit deeper into my mouth. As I suck and stroke her Clit she screams in passion as a strong orgasm takes her. I’m glad I put her on birth control after her fifteenth birthday. She’s never had a boyfriend more than two weeks so I am pretty sure she is never done any of this with one of her former boyfriends. I move back onto my pillow looking at her beautiful face as she slowly comes back from her bless. I watch her chest how it rapidly rises and falls, hard nipples stand out still, yet her legs quiver ever so often. After just a short time her breathing becomes regular, Amanda says. “That was the most intense orgasm I had in my entire life.”
Teasing her I say. “Bet I will do better next time.”
Amanda quick witted. “Okay I’ll take that bet, double or nothing.”
“So I don’t do it as well, you get two more.” I fully intend to just barely lose that bet at that moment.
“Oh yes but if you win, I’ll give you a blow job.” Amanda is smiling ear to ear. I may try hard now and see if I can win.
I kiss her passionately getting closer to her, letting my hands run over her body touching every inch of her. My hands run across her hard nipples she moans into my mouth. Teasing, touching, massaged, and lightly pinching the nipple causes her to arch her back pressing her breasts to my hands. Her hands are on mine urging me to massage faster. I gently press her right leg with my foot to allow me room to move between those delightful legs. As I remove my hands in place them beside her shoulders, and rise up placing myself above her, A look of total excitement is crossed Amanda’s face, resting on my knees and left hand, using my right to gently slide my manhood up and down her slit, each time I pump her clit a long moan follows.
Positioning myself now at her entrance, her eyes me mine. “Oh yes Joe do it drive that monster all the way in me make me come all over it.” I gently sink into her moving only a few tenths of an inch, stretching her slowly. I reached about half way down she grabs my hips and thrust upwards taking the second half in one quick movement.
“Oh now I know why you were moving so slow.” She’s never had anything in her as big or deep as I am. Now resting fully in her, Amanda’s breathing is tense. “Relax I’ll stay still till you do we’ll enjoy it better once you relax.” Begin kissing her passionately she’s kissing me back with all the passion she has. She still very tight but the rest of her body has relaxed. So I begin a slow short stroke only moving an inch or so. With no sign of discomfort I begin a longer stroke point out just past her G spot then plunging back in to near her cervix.
In just a minute she is moaning loudly as each stroke stimulates her body closer and closer to climax. “Oh my God that feels so good. Yes Daddy Fuck me. Fuck me, I love you Daddy, fuck me hard.
“I love you Amanda.” As I begin a faster stroke pull out till only the head remains in and diving to her full depth. With each stroke Amanda cries out, “yes” “yes” “oh” “oh yes” till she screams “OH YES I’M CUMMING, DADDY I’M CUMMING FUCK ME DADDY,” I drive in her as quick as I can bring myself to orgasm near her climax. I screamed. “AMANDA I’M CUMMING” I go rigid pushing deeper into her. Amanda spasms with each rope of Cum I fire into her womb, screaming “I FEEL IT I FEEL YOU CUMMING.” I’m vaguely aware of the bed shifting heavily seen Megan fall onto it.
I’m breathing heavily as Amanda goes limp under me. I roll to the center extracting my still hard penis, having just fired my sixth or seventh rope of semen deep in Amanda. I just have enough strength to pull Amanda close in to me. Cuddling her to me I tell her. “I love you Amanda.”
“I love you too.” Amanda says between kisses she is placing on my neck.
“Sleep, I going to sleep soon.” I gave her all my energy in nature demands rest. Just on the edge of consciousness I hear
Megan. “Is he done for the night?”
“Yes” I moan not sure if it actually came out before sleep stole me away.
In the morning I awake to the warmth of Amanda cuddled to my chest her head resting on my shoulder. I had missed this, waking up with a beautiful nude woman next to you. The bed shifts again and Megan rolls back to my side. Now this I could really get used to. Two beautiful women right next to me every morning would definitely give a man reason to get up.
I gently kiss Amanda roll her over so I can extract myself from the bed. She gently rolled back to her back. I move softly as I do not want to disturb the girls. Despite my best efforts I awaken Amanda, she smiles and getting out of the bed in heading to the bathroom. Amanda has finishing her morning pee when I’m arrived to do the same. She stands back and watches with interest as I relieve my stretched bladder. “Ever see a man pee before?”
“No, first time for that too. Have a lot the first in the last day.”
“Yeah which firsts did you have?”
Thinking she says, “First porn where I knew someone in it, first time I saw you nude and hard. First time I touched a hard penis. First time I ever got oral sex. First time I have sex. First time I’ve ever had more than one orgasm in a night. First time I slept nude with you. Oh first time I had sex with an audience.” I chuckled. “That’s first for me too.”
“Joe, I had one more first last night first last time. The last time I’ll be with anyone for the first time. Never am I going to be with someone other than you. I made up my mind you’re it. I don’t want another man. When you stop being my Guardian I want you to be my husband, I want to be mother to your children.” Amanda pulls me into a passionate kiss; the longer we kiss, more I want the same thing.
“Oh what are we going to do about Megan? You saw how she came last night, as nude as you, ready to jump my bones I just didn’t have anything left after you.”
“Fuck her brains out just like you did for me. She needs to be loved just like I do. We talked for a long time last night after you left we talk to Megan’s room for a little while. Then she came to my room and we talk a lot longer. We decided that what mom did wasn’t fair to you. The cheating was one thing that hurt you, but she robbed you of having children. We’re both going to make up for that. We both love you, and couldn’t decide which one of us should be with you, we both want to be. So we decided to share you. Megan wants to start birth control until she is 18, I’ll stay on birth control until I am 18. When we’re 18 we will both start having children, your children. You’ve given us everything we have ever wanted. We know you will be a great father. We will be happy to be your women, and I will love you until my last breath.”
What could a man say to that? You would have to had ice water for blood, with no emotions to even consider not taking them up on that offer. Teenagers can change their mind in fifteen minutes, or hold to something forever. Hopefully it’s forever and I’ll be a happy man with two young lovers.
“You got this all planned out, are you sure?”
“Joe I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.” Amanda says smiling brightly. I pull her in tightly to me, kissing her passionately for almost a minute. She pulls away tell me. “Today is Megan’s day, I get you tomorrow. So don’t get any ideas about repeating last night with me until tomorrow. Now go and give Megan what she’s been wanting for a last couple of years.”
I shave and brush my teeth to finish most of my normal morning routine. Amanda has left for her own bedroom. Now it’s just me and Megan in the master suite. Last night with Amanda I didn’t have to worry about her hymen, she lost hers in an accident while riding her horse; I was there, carried her to my car and brought her home. Megan on the other hand hasn’t as far as I know lost hers.
Megan still asleep in my bed, I gently creep back into the bed with her. Cuddling up to her, Megan feels wonderful her nude skin touching mine is a high on its own. For the last two months I’ve been dealing with my wife’s infidelity. Now it seems her actions have given me two perfect lovers. The calmness makes it hard to not fall asleep. I know Megan can sleep all day if I let her. A couple extra hours isn’t going to hurt either of us it being Saturday. I will lay here enjoying her warmth until I awake later today.
A few hours later I no longer feel Megan near me, I come awake feeling lonely longing for her touch. I hear chatting coming from the kitchen. So I decide to join them. I just dress in boxers a pair of shorts, leave my chest bear. Walked into the kitchen, just as breakfast is being readied the eggs are just going into the hot skillet being prepared my favorite way.
“Good morning girls.” I called them.
“Good morning Joe.” They both call back.
I’m going to miss, good morning daddy, but the trade-off will be worth it. I didn’t realize how much at ease I would be with this. Any time before my wife’s death I would have never considered such a thing. Now knowing the truth I find it comforting that my girls love me not just like a father, because what teenager doesn’t rebel against their parents. I hope maybe my life with two teenage lovers, maybe better than with two rebellious teenage daughters. They never were any trouble. I noticed both girls are in just a T-shirt and panties normally they ware pajama bottoms too, but I really like this so I’ll not complain their legs are gorgeous after all.
“Something smells delicious.” I’m giving a compliment to the girls.
Megan says. “Thank you, da, Joe.” She nearly calls me daddy.
“Megan you can call me daddy any time you want to. You have the last 13 and half years and I’m still the same person.” I smile back at her.
Megan “I’ll call you Joe because I don’t want you to think of me as your daughter.”
Given the conversation I had with Amanda this morning that is very understandable. Both girls are wishing to be my lover and wife. That may not requires us to stop thinking of each other as father and daughter, but it would make it easier for the both of us.
“Okay Megan that’s what you want honey its fine with me.” I step behind her as she sets the table, I nuzzle and her neck and kiss her there by the table. She drives her backside into me playfully, and then rotates her hips rubbing my crotch with her fine ass.
Teasingly I say. “Megan wants gotten into you.”
Putting a finger to her lips she teases right back. “Nothing yet that’s the problem.”
“Well maybe this afternoon we will fix that.” I’m smiling back at Megan looking into her eyes. Her eyes shone lust, her mouth in a smile, his light blush to her face, her nipples hard and erect pushed against the thin material of her tight T-shirt. It was now that I realized I had been holding back, not allowing myself or the girls to show the full love and feelings we have for each other.
“I love you Megan like a husband loves his wife.” I whispered into Megan’s ear.
“Oh yes Joe, I love you too, just like that. I’ve been waiting for you.” Megan pushes her ass tight to me.
Amanda has brought the food to the table. Amanda asked playfully “Are you two, going to eat or not?”
The image of Megan on my bed legs spread wide and my head held firmly to her sweet clit flashes through my mind. I think better of saying anything that would get her hotter than she was now. I decide a slow tease would be more fun. “Amanda is right; we better have breakfast to keep up our strength.”
“You are going to need all the strength you have, Joe.” Megan says devilish grin looking at me.
We have a large around table that could easily fit eight people. Megan sets close to me on my right, Amanda is next to Megan. As we begin Amanda leans over and whispers something to Megan both giggle and turn and look at me. They have decided to do a slow striptease for me, both reach down taking the hem of T-shirts and slowly lifting them off their bodies. My mouth dropped; thankfully I didn’t have any food in it, the image of them would be enough to melt an average iceberg.
All I manage to say Is. “Wow!”
The image of my girls’ perky teen breasts will be something I will remember forever. Megan’s breast are not quite as large as Amanda’s 36 C cup breasts but at 34 B I’m sure in two years hers may be even larger, either way I will not be disappointed if they stayed just like they are.
“You better eat, Joe. I’m not waiting forever.” Megan says with a devilish grin.
I eat quickly, nearly burning my tongue with the hot coffee. I think I finish in record time as I get up to put my dirty plate and cup in the dishwasher. Amanda stops me. “I’ll take your that Joe.”
I had never before gotten her to put her own dishes away, now she’s doing mine too. “Thank you, Amanda.”
“You keep doing to us, what you did to me last night you’ll never have to raise a finger around here.”
“Baby I was a little rusty; it had been a couple of years. I should get a lot better real soon.” I’m smiling at them. Amanda’s nipples seem to have gotten even harder after I said this. The look on her face as if she is having an orgasm just from remembering last night.
“Joe, you do any better with me than what you did to Amanda. Okay just don’t fuck me to death, please.” Megan teases.
“Megan very few people have ever died from sex he your age, it’s usually the older people who have heart attacks from sex. I promise to be very gentle with you.”
“Not too gentle Joe, I want to cum with your monster all the way in me.” Megan’s devilish grin is back. After we finished breakfast Amanda clears away the dirty dishes and places them into the dishwasher for cleaning. When Amanda comes and sits back down with us I think it’s the right time for us to talk.
“You know I love you both. The last thing I want to see are you two ever being hurt by any of this. I don’t want either of you to be jealous of the time I spent with the other. It may be just Amanda is available in the afternoon and you’re not Megan, but I’ll try to make sure each of you each get attention from me. But I’m only one man can do only so much. If either of you have a problem you can always talk with me, it’s better to bring a problem to light, then leave it to get worse. If I have a problem I want to talk it through with you women. I was having such hard time dealing with what your mother did till it came to light, and you help me through it. Thank you for that. I know that’s in the past, this led us to this point. But if you have a problem with what have to say next we will talk through it now.
“Megan, me and Amanda had a conversation this morning. She said that you and she wanted to be my lovers, and to act as my wife in the future having my children. Is that correct?”
Amanda shakes her head yes.
Megan looks at me and begins to speak. “Amanda and I talked it over last night. I think it’s the right thing for us all. It lets us maintain our lifestyle, giving each of us the love we want and deserve. Besides all the boys my age are done faster than they can get undressed, by what my girlfriends tell me.”
“So there’s no problem with exclusivity between the three of us, I will not try to date anyone. I have the two of you I will never need anyone else; I’ll never want anyone else. What I’m trying to say is that I love you both. As long as one of you wishes to continue this relationship I will have no problem remaining exclusive to you. The only thing I ask, if you wish to pursue another relationship that you talk to us both, before acting on that.” Both girls are listening closely what I have to say.
Amanda “I for one do not intend to ever have a relationship other than this one.”
“Amanda for a lifelong relationship can be hard to maintain, it requires a lot of work on all involved. I love you, more you’ll ever know, and I will do everything I can to build this relationship even stronger. The same goes for you too Megan. If ever you find you do not want to keep our relationship going I would like to be first to know.”
Megan “I know I’m only fourteen and most people don’t think that’s old enough to go into a lifelong relationship, but I’m more mature than most people would ever suspect.”
“Megan I didn’t think you’re mature enough to handle being in this relationship we wouldn’t be having this conversation, I know you’re. But you also know are under legal age for this state, so no one not even your best friend can be told about this relationship. You can talk to Amanda or me. Don’t tweet, MySpace or any other social media about this. Don’t change your MySpace page to say you’re in a relationship. Don’t give anyone a clue to what happens in this house. They would be jealous to find out how perfect our lives are. Or for some reason which I have no idea, they will try to stop us from having what they themselves deny wanting.”
Amanda jokes. “I had a girlfriend once that would go out with any boy I said I liked. After she had stolen two good ones away from me, I picked some of the nerdish boys in my class she still went out with them.”
Megan giggles. “Is that Beth?”
Amanda laughs “Yes Beth does that but it’s been good for her, grace improved, I think her nerd boyfriends do her homework.”
“Nonetheless that is a good example. What one person has another will try to get, or steal it. Lots of people when they can’t have it, we’ll see they can destroy it, sometimes it seems more than ones who would just leave it alone.”
Megan brings up an important point. “Joe I’m not on birth control you know that, even though it’s not the right time of the month for me to get pregnant the possibility is there. I’ve heard of the morning after pill let us have our fun today and not worry about pregnancy without using a condom. I don’t want to have anything between us on our first time, and my very first time.”
“Looks like I’m getting cleaned up to run to a pharmacy for your morning after pill.” I’m glad I had such a smart and loving girlfriend, can’t say daughter that’s not true, so girlfriend it is.
A devilish idea runs through my mind. “You girls have anything you want me to talk about now.”
Amanda says “other than what you can or better yet what they don’t have to wear at home.”
“Amanda my girlfriend you don’t have to wear anything.”
Megan “You mean we can run nude around here and it would not affect you.” I’m shaking my head yes he is both of girls remove their panties.
“I didn’t say it would not affect me, I said you could if you wanted to. Of course if you’re going to run nude I want to as well.” I am button my shorts can slip both boxers and shorts off. Exposing a raging hard on. Before asking Megan reaches over and takes it into her hand her fingers don’t reach fully around. Her hand runs up and down my shaft.
“Oh my God Amanda you had this in you last night.”
Amanda giggles “Every last bit of it, it feels amazing having it fill up my pussy, if you don’t want to I’ll be happy to let Joe put it back in me right now.”
“Amanda I didn’t say that, if you can take his monster I can too. It’s impressive that this thing would fit in any girl without making her scream.”
Amanda giggles. “It made me scream alright, I think it will be making me scream the rest of my life.”
Megan giggles. “It did make you scream. If Joe makes me scream the same way I may be addicted to it as well.”
Joe “I’ll do my best Megan to make you scream longer than your sister, in that same good way.” Megan gets up and quickly straddles my thighs then pushing herself tight against me. “You promised to make me scream.”
I pull her into a passionate kiss first me ever shared, oh sure we kiss before but not like lovers. Holding her hips close to me, my free hand cups and massages her breast in just a moment she begins to moan in pleasure. I bring both hands to her breasts squeezing both, playing with her nipples really my thumbs across them. After we break our kiss, Megan arches her back, and I dive onto one of her breasts moving my hand to cup her ass. My mouth closes over her aerial sucking it in the nipple into my mouth. Run my tongue as far out as I can on her aerial then moving inward circling the nipple. My tongue attacks Megan’s nipple, flicking it side to side.
Megan moans. “I could get used to you playing with my tits every day.” I speed up my tongue’s actions on Megan’s breast.
Amanda has both hands playing with her breasts as well. “I know I want him too right now.” I gently begin the rub my hard dick up and down her wet cunt. Megan she moans loudly. “Oh that feels so good. Yes.”
I want to make sure Megan is enjoying herself. Coming off her tit to moving my mouth the other, and taking into my mouth sucking hard her nipple and areola or pulled into my mouth. She moans loudly. “Oh yes, that’s the first time I had my tits sucked.”
I rocked my hips side to side pushing against her. Her lips of her labia part moving to the side of my engorged penis, making it much easier to stimulate her clit. Feeling the little nob press against my cock I gently move up and down now. Megan eyes go wide as I stimulate her body.
“Stop I got to pee.” Megan demands. Then pulls away she runs to the powder room, setting on the toilet she doesn’t pee, but the urge slowly goes away. Amanda giggles knowing that she just missed out on having an orgasm.
After leaving the powder room, she sets back down in my lap no longer straddling me but cuddles up with her head on my shoulder.
“Megan have you ever had an orgasm before?” I asked kindly as I can, trying not to hurt her feelings. Without lifting her head Megan answers. “No I had never had one.”
Amanda teases her sister. “Silly girl you just about did before you jumped up.”
Megan almost looks angry. “You mean that feeling like I had to pee.”
Gently I say. “Megan that’s the feeling you get just before you have an orgasm, the stronger the urge the more powerful the orgasm, some women have ejaculate, it called spurting. It’s not like pee. It’s clear and unlike anything else, call girl cum, most of time is only occurs with strong orgasms.”
Amanda asks. “Joe how do you know so much about girl’s cum?”
“Your mother was a spurter, I loved making her cum hard enough to spurt, and she went wild.” Wide smile comes across my face.
Megan asks. “You think we can learn to spurt too?”
“There’s a good chance we could learn what it takes to make her body do that, may take a lot of practice and you telling me exactly what feels best.” Large devilish smile covers my face.
Amanda picks up on lot of practice with a devilish smile she says. “Oh I’m up for the practice any time you want.”
Megan almost lost in her thoughts picks up now a wide smile comes across her beautiful face. “Now that I know what to expect I’m up to try again.” Then she stands pulling me towards my bedroom. After getting to the bedroom she stands the door until I entered, locking eyes with her sister to silently plead. “Let me do this by myself.” Then she closed the door.
I got on the bed and was watching as she turns back to me, running as she no longer had any hesitation. Jumping onto the bed she came straight to me, positioned herself just across from me, with her legs spread ready for my immediate invasion. I had other plans I knew I needed to warm her back up to give her orgasm; she was very wet now but I wanted her drenched, and dripping. I also didn’t want this to be fast. I wanted to prolong it for it to last as long as I could. To give her a memory that she could enjoy the rest of her life, a first time that she would brag to her granddaughters about.
I positioned myself over top of Megan, and between her legs holding myself high enough to not make contact with any part of her body. She reached between us grabbing hold of my manhood. She rubbed me up and down her labia moaning as she crossed her own clit. I kiss her passionately, as she manipulated my manhood sliding it down to her vaginal opening, I draw back raising my hips causing her to moan in frustration. “You pulled away, why?”
“I want to give you at least one orgasm before we begin.”
“No.” She said forcefully. “I want my first orgasm to be on that big cock of yours. That’s why I haven’t had one before. I want you to give me my first orgasm during my first time making love.”
“Okay, I want for you to get close, the point where you begin to feel the urge to pee. While you’re still tingling I will begin the intercourse. That should bring you to orgasm pretty quickly; I may be able to give you an orgasm that lasts some time.”
She nodded her head agreeing to what I suggested. I kissed her again and moved my kisses over her face her chin her neck her shoulders her upper chest her breasts her nipples, I’ve worked a long time on her nipples, with the kiss she moaned her approval, after her breast I jump straight to her pussy. Knowing how ticklish her belly is, not wanting anything to lower her heat. I teased while I check her wetness, I slowly spread her labia opening pink pussy to me, her aroma hit me full force, sweet and musty a woman in lust. She was wetter than I thought, I didn’t need tease her long just enough to make her body crave mine. My tongue touched her clitoris causing her arch her back and call out. “Oh God it feels so good I will cum if you keep that up.” Her clitoris is just like your sisters not a stimulated as her sister’s was last night but I can tell when she’s fully aroused hers will be an inch or so in length. I put my attention those beautiful lips the cover her paradise. After a few seconds I can tell she’s nearly there her breathing is labored, she is getting closer I continue until she stopped me. “I’m getting the urge really strong.”
I get into position over Megan, again she takes my manhood moves it over her vaginal opening I can feel her wetness seeping from her, I look her in the eyes. I can see wanton lust flickers and her eyes. I gently push forward impaling her, my manhood slowly sinking deeper into her, her hymen makes contact with the head of my cock. She nods letting me know she is ready. She’s relaxed enough so I press hard ripping through her maidenhood and sinking deep into her, over half of my cock disappears into her. A small screen of pain has I pass through her hymen is all she lets out. I hold still until her pain is gone. “When your pain is gone we will make love until we can’t move anymore.” After a minute, she pulls me down to kiss, after breaking whispers in my ear. “Put your weight on me, I want to feel you tight against me and push that cock the rest of the way in.” As I sink down push in at the same time my body lowers to her. As I begin to place my weight onto her I move my arms so my elbows take part of my weight, still press tightly to her.
“I wanted this for ever to feel you like this.” She thrust her hips taking every last inch I have to give; I’m now fully surrounded by her. “Oh yes I feel so full, it feels so good.”
Then I am pulling my hips back to make my cock pass over her G-spot. Then plunging forward until I contact her cervix, her eyes going wide with the sensation, then that smile crossed her angelic face. I continue repeating is motion until her eyes close her head those back she is moaning constantly, I raise up just enough so her nipples rock hard are rubbing with every thrust across my chest. I kiss and lightly nipped her neck up to her ear lobe. Her moaning is increasing I fill her tight and around my thrusting cock, again thrust faster and deeper.
Megan moans. “Oh God that urge is so strong I’m going to pee everywhere.”
“Don’t fight that feeling, go with it, Cum for me baby girl, cum for me Megan.” I continued thrusting.
“Oh God, Good.. It’s So Good.. I’M CUMMING.. CUMMING. I’M CUMMING.. YESSS” she now screams with each breath drawing in hard, and screaming “YYYEEESSSSSS” as long as she has breath to cry out. I keep thrusting into Megan; her orgasm only intensifies as it goes spasms run the length of her body. Her hands clench the sheets, her legs kicked wildly, I feel her spurt hitting the base of my cock and over balls, and they drip her come. We been making love for nearly half an hour and she’s been in orgasm for more and half that. I speed my thrusting up, she still in the throes of her orgasm her head still moves wildly side to side whipping her dark brown hair. I can’t hold back anymore. I scream, “I’m Cumming.” thrusting hard deep in to her. She screams “I FEEL IT GOING IN ME.” She finally stiffens then fell to the bed limp as a rag doll. I raise myself off her to give her more room to breathe. Her breathing is deeper. I am quickly going limp and withdraw from Megan. Rolling on my side then cuddling to her. She feels so good in my arms I gently stroked her hair pulling strands the cover her face away.
Its then that I noticed that Amanda has entered the room obviously some time ago, she is in my chair facing the bed her legs are drawn up with her feet in the chair beside her hips her head is back her eyes are closed, and two fingers are buried deep into her pussy.
My heart goes out to Amanda, summoning a reserve of strength I walked to her. Gently lift her from the chair and carried her place her on my bed. Then cuddling back up to Megan once settled in Amanda cuddling into me. Before going back to sleep Amanda said. “That so hot watching you two, Megan was cuming like forever.”
“It was great she even spurted not bad for her first orgasm. But she wore me out. I will need a nap for an hour or two.”
Sleep came quickly to the girls, with both girls were sound asleep, before I was. I felt truly loved between these two. As I lay there just before sleep a strange clarity fills me. Of all possible scenarios given the events of early marriage this was the best result. If she had confessed all and I have not forgiven or believed her about the blackmail, I wouldn’t have those great final years spend with her, and her two daughters to love and be loved by, now and in the future. She would have died penniless leaving her daughters orphaned; although too young to care for themselves, they would’ve been separated in different foster homes with little hope for a good future. That’s not a future I want for them. I see that she did her best to make up for her mistake. I think Anna had tried to tell me, but I didn’t hear her. I would wonder why she was so sad some days, crying over something she never would talk about. She would just say I’m sorry and put her head on my shoulder and cry for the longest time. Then she would make love to me. After she always says, “I love you more.” That’s it; Anna did love me more than him. My mind is fully calm now sleep comes fast. Just before the world fades out, I hear Anna whisper “I love you more.”
My life begins a new that weekend; pain gave way to love and forgiveness.
Believe it or not I did find what had been looking for on those damned DVDs her last visit where she broke it off, was all the evidence proving the blackmail. All the evidence, I will ever need to prove what a bad man he truly was. I’m glad the girls took after Anna.
Over the years our love grew and so did our family. Now ten years later, the chorus of “Good morning Daddy” greets me every day at the breakfast table our four children’s voices, say the second most favorite greeting to me. My mostly favorite usually happens about half an hour before then “Good morning Joe.” Amanda or Megan of my most precious women in my life, wake up with me every day. They had been true to their word I don’t have to lift a finger around the house. I still help with the children whenever I don’t get caught doing it. Funny how it all worked out, I let love replace hate, and ended up with double what I had before, two perfect lovers, who are perfect mothers to our four children, we have three girls and a boy. My precious women are thinking they want to change that, who am I not to give them everything they want. I got to run the house is too quiet. Now what are they up to?
I’ve been trying to talk her into allowing another guy to have sex with her but she feels like there’s no one who would be willing to do it and because of that she always says no. But that sort of changed last month.A little back story first. My wife(33)and I(32) have been married 10 years. She is 5’5” 225 lbs with 34d Breast. Deep brown hair just past her shoulders. Her ass isn’t small but it’s perfect and her body has all the right curves. When we met she was experienced but not Adventurous. That hasn’t changed much. We have since introduced some toys and a little bit of role-play but she still won’t take the lead in to actually trying anything new. I’ve been trying to talk her into allowing another guy to have sex with her but she feels like there’s no one who would be willing to do it and because of that she always says no. But that sort of changed last month.
I was online talking to a guy about How I have been wanting to see her with another man. He told me he would be very interested in helping me achieve my wish. I was a little unsure about it since I knew my wife wasn’t going to go for it but he told me he had a plan. He worked A couple hours from where we live and he stays in a hotel during the week. He said he would get adjoining rooms and give us one for a few nights. Because of how stressed we had been I would tell her that we were going away for a few days to relax.
The week came around and my wife was ready to go not knowing what was going to happen. We took off work Thursday and Friday so we could have a long weekend. Since it was only a couple hours to the hotel we took our time getting there. After we checked in and got our room sorted out I messaged Michael to let them know everything was going according to plan. He responded saying that he would be off work around six would get something to eat and be in his room waiting. I told him that sounded good and I’d let him know when everything was set.
Since it was meant to be a relaxing weekend we went out to eat at a nice restaurant. Between the wine and the innuendo I knew she was starting to get in the mood. I checked the time, it was 730. Perfect, Michael had plenty of time to eat and shower and he would be waiting for the signal. We made our way back to the room and is soon as we got there she began to get undressed. I told her I had something special planned for the night. I opened my bag and pulled out a bodystocking. It had a top with legs that were attached to it by garters. I asked her to slip into that as I got everything else ready. While she changed I unpacked a 3 piece restraint for the bed and set it up. She laid down on the bed and I bound Her wrists together, then to the single restraint at the head of the bed. I then bound her feet to the two at the foot leaving just enough slack that she could turn over on all four. Then I blindfolded her and gave her exposed pussy a light graze and told her I would be right back.
I exited the room and went next-door and knocked. He answered the door wearing jeans and a T-shirt. Michael is 5’10” probably 200-210lbs with a trim build and some muscle tone. His graying hair was cut in a professional style. For a man in his early 50’s he had taken very good care of himself. A quick Exchange of introduction And he invited me into his room. I told him I had Katie ready. I must’ve looked very nervous because he asked me twice if I was sure that I wanted to go through this. I told him yes and motion to my now very erect dick straining against my pants. His grin quickly vanished with a “FUCK, I forgot to get condoms!” I could see the Immediate disappointment in his face. I gave it a quick thought and responded “Are you clean?” He said yes but he still didn’t want to risk getting her pregnant. “It’s ok, I’ll trust you. Just pull out and have her swallow your load.” I could tell he was still unsure but I assured him it would be ok. And with that we headed back to Katie.
As we entered Michael couldn’t take his eyes off her. I’m not sure if he had a hardon before he came in but I noticed it as I turned to see him pulling out his phone. He motioned to ask if it was ok to take pictures and I nodded. As he did I moved to Katie running my hand up her thigh to her now warm unshaven pussy. “Babe there is one more thing, tonight I want your virgin ass.” As I said it I ran my finger down her pussy and pressed it against the tight virgin hole. Michael looked at me in amazement and pointed to himself. I nodded yes he was going to get to pop her. I moved off the bed kissing her lips and towards the dresser turning on music and picking up my small video camera. Michael didn’t wait he had his shirt off and took my place at her side.
As Michael climbed onto the bed next to Katie I could see the worry on her face. We had talked about one day doing anal but she was always very nervous about it since she had never done anything before. Michael lay next to her in only his jeans eyeing every inch of her thick body. I watched in anticipation as his first move was to run the back of his fingers across her cheek then kiss her. She must have enjoyed it because as he pulled away she followed him. He then ran his hand over her lace coved breast pinching her nipple as he moved. She lay still as he began kissing her chest and moving down to her nipple. She drew a sharp breath as he bit down on her now erect nipple. He continued kissing his way down her stomach to the top of her pussy. Her ran his fingers across her pussy probing softly. I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. In my mind I thought he would want to move much faster, but he planned to take his time and make sure they both enjoyed tonight.
As I watched him begin to finger my wife I suddenly remember that I had brought a dildo and bullet vibrator. I quickly fished them from the bag that had contained the other props of the night and gently lay them in Michaels reach. He eyed the two items, a 9 inch true flesh dildo and a 3” mini vibe. He picked the latter turning it on and ran it across her lips. Katie opened her mouth allowing the toy in rolling her tongue around it. Once it was wet Michael removed it from its first home and placed it at the top of her pussy and moved it down opening her pussy as he did. Katie was beginning to feel at ease and was enjoying being teased. Michael again began kissing her body through the lace material. With his free hand he squeezed one breast then the other. Katie was grinding against the vibe as it traced up and down her wet pussy.
With the first sign of animal lust Michael set the small vibe down and with both hands took the collar of the lace top and pulled it down hard freeing both of her breasts at the same time. Surprised by the sudden aggressive act Katie tried to shift but there was nowhere for her to go. She was his and she knew it. “Not so ruff” she pleaded but there was no response. He took her nipple in his mouth biting and sucking. It was everything I could do to not pull my dick out and start jerking off right then. Michael stood off the bed unbuttoned his jeans and allowed them to drop to the floor. His fully erect cock sprung and bounced as it was freed. He was a good 8-9 inch’s and just a little thicker than my own. The veins stood out engorged. I was in awe of it as I watched him climb over my Wife and squat over her stomach placing his cock between her breasts and then squeezing them around it making all but the head disappear. He began rocking back and forth pushing up enough that the top of his cock would come right to her lips. Katie knew just what to do and opened with her tongue out just a bit allowing the head of his cock to enter her mouth.
After a few moments of tit fucking Michael moved to the head of the bed. He ran his hand up the back of her head grabbing her hair and pulling her head back causing her again to wince, “Gentle”. But he wasn’t. He moved forward bringing his cock to her lips giving her no chance to speak again he pushed it into her mouth. Katie took as much as she could gagging a little as he tried to fit all of his cock in her mouth. He pulled back and began using his grip on the back of her head to bob her head up and down. Katie had never been forced like that before and tried pulling back but his grip held her. My own cock pressed hard against my pants. I unzipped allowing it free and began to jerk to my beautiful wife being face fucked by a stranger. After several thrust she relaxed and stated going with the rhythm. Michael loosen his grip and Katie sucked on his cock. I knew what she was doing with her tongue, tracing the head and rolling it along the base of his shaft letting out soft moans with every thrust. He continued for several minutes till he let out a groan and filled Katie’s mouth with his Hot cum. I watched as some spilt from the sides of her mouth. But she swallowed every drop she could. Michael pulled his throbbing cock from her mouth and used it to make sure she got every drop.
Between panted breaths Katie remarked “it’s been a long time since I did that for you”. Michael looked at me and grinned. I had cum as well shooting my load on the floor and bed. Michael moved again this time to laying almost on his side with his head between Katie’s thighs. As he touched her she lifted her hips to him offering her wet pussy. He complied by kissing her lightly then using two fingers spread her open and licked from the bottom of her pussy to her clit stoping to kiss and suck lighty. Katie shifted her hips and moaned “please I want to cum”. A request he wasn’t going to refuse. He began to finger her and licking sucking and biting her pussy. She ground her hips against his now 2 fingers in her. Breathing deeply enjoying every moment. I wanted so badly to fill her mouth with my now hard cock. Her open mouth waiting, as if knowing what I thought Michael moved his free hand to her breast then to her head placing 2 fingers in her mouth. She clamped down on them sucking hard. Right as I thought she was going to cum Michael pulled away leaving her panting, begging, “don’t stop I’m so close”. He retrieved the small vibe from the bed and stuck it the full length into her dripping pussy. Pulling it out he looked at me smiling as he traced it down to her ass.
“No, wait I’m not…”, with one firm push it was in with only half an inch sticking out. Katie winced with pain. It wasn’t anywhere near the size of a cock but it was enough. Michael back to his gentle soft actions slowly eased it out and back in till the lite pain became a different wonderful feeling. Returning his fingers to her pussy he continued eating her till she had her first orgasm of the night. In the 10 years we have been together I have never seen her have such an intense orgasm. Michael kept his face buried licking her cum as wave after wave shuttered through her body.
On a normal night Katie and I would have been done. But Michael wasn’t, he was hard again and still had 2 holes to fuck. He knelt between her legs and looked to me. I was unsure why till I remembered we didn’t have condoms. I nodded my approval for him to continue and he waisted no time running the head of his cock up and down her pussy a few moments then Katie exclaimed, “Damnit Steven, fuck me. I want your cock in me!” With that Michael entered my wife. Slowly filling her till his balls were against her and he could feel the vibration from the toy in her ass. He began pumping his hips. Slowly till he was full speed pounding her. She grunted and moaned with every thrust, “yes, fuck me, I want you”. I was stoking watching as my wife was pleasured buy his every motion. He pressed his body to hers burying his face in her neck. Then as Katie began to climax she wrapped her legs around Michael and gasped, “I’m coming, I’m coming. Cum in me baby!” Michael grunted as he tried to pull out but there was to much slack in the restraints and Katie held him with her legs as they both groaned and came together. I watched dumbfounded as my wife held him in her as he shot his cum deep inside her. As Katie dropped her legs, Michael, breathing hard turned and looked at me. His cock still I’m her. In the excitement of the moment I had cum as well. We looked at each other for a long moment. Trying to decide what to do. The three of us breathing hard.
Michael pulled out and his cum began to drip out and down my wife. I couldn’t believe it and nether could he. Until we married Katie had never sex without a condom. As I tried to figure out what to do next Katie broke the silence, “god that was amazing”. Katie lifted her head and Michael leaded in and they kissed. As they pulled back I heard her whisper, “I think I’m ready for that cock in my ass.” Michael smiled. He helped her filp over and got her ass in the air. Pulling the small vibe from her tight hole Michael pushed two fingers into her now well fucked pussy and removed a glob of his own cum and rubbed it into her ass. Then he placed the head of his cock right on her tight hole and said his fist words since entering the room, “3,2,1”. And with a push forced the head of his cock into her ass. Katie yelped and let out a cry. As she tried to fight it. Michael slowly began pumping in and out. Katie’s sounds of pain began to fade as he continued until it was moans of pleasure. Michael paused for a moment retrieving the until now unused dildo from beside them and worked it until it was buried as deep as he could get it in her pussy. Katie feeling this had begun pushing against him moaning telling him to fuck her. And he did. Pounding her only half as hard as he had before. It took only minutes and Katie had and Michael shared another orgasm. Michael, now spent, pulled out of her as she lowered herself down on the bed cum dripping now from both holes. The room smelled of sex. Michael stood gathering his clothes shook my hand and whispered “thank you” into my ear. He quietly returned to his room through the adjoining door.
Katie was exhausted. I rolled her over kissed her and removed the dildo from her pussy as more of Michael’s cum dripped out. I kissed her and removed the restraints. As she lay there I removed her blindfolded we looked into each other’s eyes. She thanked me for such a wonderful evening. I helped her up and to the shower. When she returned we lay in bed my mind still racing. She passed out. My fantasy a reality I feel asleep wondering if I should ever tell her.
The next dayThis is the second part in what I hope will be a trilogy of stories about an old friend’s 43y/o kinky mother. If you have not already read part one please read it, in order to have some background on story and characters. It is set in the winter of 1996 when I was 19 years old. Only certain aspects of this part are true, mostly this part is fictional. – enjoy.
I awoke lying next to my friend’s Mother sometime after 5am. Her head was resting serenely on my chest, as her arms were wrapped around my 19 year old body. She had a nice content smile on her face as she slept.
‘Jesus,’ I thought. Mike would absolutely freak if he found out I had an intense fuck session with his mother last night. I was worried that Mike may have heard us last night from his room. Especially his E-cup mothers screaming orgasms.
I decided I didn’t want to stick around to find out. I woke Liz from her slumber.
“Hey, you need to go back to your own room, your still here in the spare room. Mike will be up in a few hours.”
Liz, still half asleep made a groaning yawn, “hhmmmm.” She squeezed my body and gave me a long hard kiss on the lips.
“OK Arthur, let’s go one more time before I return to my room.” She said.
Liz pulled back the duvet, spread her legs and pulled the crotch of her sexy pink satin panties to one side, exposing her bush and moist pussy. She put one of her nipples in her mouth and sucked hard as she looked at me invitingly. With my instant erection I began slowly fucking her in missionary position. She locked her arms over my back as we were kissing and licking each others mouths. As our pace quickened our kissing intensified. Liz liked her kisses wet, our faces were soon covered in each other’s saliva.
After a while fucking, Liz whispered, “I’m happy to take your cum in my mouth whenever you wish Arthur. But this time I want to feel you cum inside me. Will you cum in me? Please Arthur?”
“Oh god Liz, you asking me that is such a turn on, I’m about to cum, I hope you’re on the pill.” I said. “It’s ok Arthur, it’s not my fertile time of the month.” She said. Seconds later I let out jets of cum into Liz’s pussy for several seconds. After I finished cumming I left my twitching cock in her pussy for a moment.
Liz then got up and returned to her room. “I’ll see you later darling, mmmwah!” she said.
I didn’t want to stick around in case Mike heard us in the night. I got dressed and quietly left their house. I decided I wanted to just stay at home and see what happens. If Mike didn’t hear us, he would call me and ask me to hang out. If however he did, I figured he would just leave me alone and not talk to me. I felt a little guilty on Mike. He was after all my best friend.
Anxiously, I hadn’t heard from Mike while I was back at home, and the time was approaching late afternoon. I felt really anxious at the possibility of him knowing I fucked his mother. But that anxiety was outweighed by the thought of Liz and that incredible workout we had last night. The fact that Liz was 24 years older than me turned me on even more. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her.
At 4:25 Mike finally telephoned the house. My mum answered and passed the phone over to me. My heart was racing and my palms began to sweat. I had no idea how Mike was going to be with me.
“Hey dude, what happened to you last night? I got up this morning and you were gone,” Said Mike.
I let out a sigh of relief.
“Oh I couldn’t settle in bed last night for some reason, so I figured I will just go back to the comfort of my own bed. We only live 5 minutes apart so it seemed the easiest thing to do last night.” I nervously said.
“Anyway, never mind that mate. You’re crashing at mine again tonight. Got a surprise for you,” Said Mike. “Hurry up and get your ass over here.”
“Ok will do, give me 15 minutes.” I answered. I was so excited at the prospect of being with Liz again.
When I arrived at Mike’s house, Liz was in the kitchen having a cup of tea and chatting with the local vicar and a school teacher friend of hers from the textiles club. Although Liz never went to church or showed any religious interests, the vicar took a shine to her, thinking she was an upright decent human being, who always behaved impeccably and was charitable to others – which was true.
On this day Liz dressed more boldly and confidently than usual. She had skin tight jeans that squeezed her ass into an exquisite shape. Tucked into her jeans was a nice purple blouse that complimented her body nicely. Quite tight around those huge breasts, the top couple of buttons were undone showing just the top inch or so of her cleavage, and with a necklace that drew attention to that area. I got an instant semi.
“Can I have a cuppa tea Mrs C,” I interrupted.
“Of course you can Arthur. Help yourself, you know where the kettle is dear,” replied Liz.
I went to hang my coat up and take my shoes off in the cove under the stairs. Liz crept up behind me and whispered in my ear, “I’ve left a gift for you in the laundry basket.” and gave me a wink before returning back to the kitchen to chat with her guests.
Immediately without even having seen Mike yet, I dashed upstairs to the bathroom. I noticed the lock had been fixed, great. After locking myself in, I picked up the pink panties from the top of the laundry basket.
Out of curiosity I wanted to check her size. I read the label of the panties which read, ‘UK-size14’. ” So that meaty ass fills a size 14?” I thought to myself, picturing the panties caressing her big butt cheeks.
Without further ado I got my cock out.
I held the panties to my face and began pumping my cock. I was fantasizing about all kinds of things I would do to Liz. The feel of her tongue on my asshole, gliding my cock along the crack of her ass, feeling them big teeth scrape my cock, cumming over her face mouth and tits….
After a few minutes I aimed my cock into the inside of her panties and squirted a copious amount of cum into them. I then screwed them up and threw them back in the laundry basket. I zipped up and strolled back down stairs, where I was greeted by Mike.
“I just nipped to the loo mate.” I said.
“Let’s go to the lounge mate, I got something to tell you,” Said Mike.
We sat on the sofa in the lounge and started chatting. “Sorry I didn’t call you earlier today dude, I been chatting to Rachel on the phone this morning. She invited me round her house for a bit of a catch up, so that’s where I’ve been. I wanted to fuck her, but she’s like us, still living with her parents. Those middle class snobs can’t stand us,” Said Mike.
He continued: “Anyway I’ve invited her out for drink tonight and I’m guaranteed to bring her back here and get my dick wet. She’s bringing charlotte with her though, so it’s gonna be a double date. I doubt you’d get to fuck a stunner like charlotte though mate. Look at you (laughs). She’s just tagging along coz Rachel wants to be with her best mate.”
Mike was right. Charlotte was well out of my league. She was stunning, and I had ginger hair with pale skin – amongst the least attractive thing in a man according to society’s definition of beauty. The funny thing was that Charlotte was ginger and pale skinned also. But for women, that could make them look attractive, and Charlotte surely was gorgeous, too good looking for me. She was from the middle class also, and had a snobbish attitude towards us poor folk. She got on quite well with Mike though, maybe because her best friend likes Mike.
Rumour had it that Charlotte was really frigid. She had sex with only one person in her life. Her Ex. And she had never done anything other than straight sex. No oral, no anal, no foreplay, no nothing.
“So what about sleeping arrangements then,” I curiously asked.
“Tonight, if you don’t manage to lay Charlotte, which let’s face it Arthur, You’re highly unlikely to. Then you will crash here on the sofa, she can have the spare room. That is of course unless the frigid stunner decides she wants you up there, haha.”
Great, I thought. All I have to do is to wait for everyone to go to their rooms, I can then sneak up into Liz’s room for some more kinky sex. Realistically, sure, 18 year old Charlotte was much more of a beauty than 43 year old Liz. But Liz was the one I wanted. The kinky milf was the only one that was on my mind.
Later that evening we met the 2 beauties in a bar. Mike and Rachel began hitting it off immediately chatting and flirting away.
Mike and Rachel were lovers in the last year of high school and I think they were both looking to re-kindle that flame they once had.
I tried to initiate conversation with Charlotte a few times, but she just gave me the cold shoulder each time. To be honest I wasn’t really interested in Charlotte anyway. But she was absolutely gorgeous. Her make-up was applied perfectly she had voluptuous full red lips. She wore an exquisite body hugging black dress. More eyes were on her than anyone else in the whole bar.
“So what are your aspirations after you leave college?” I said.
“Look. I don’t mean to be rude. But let’s get one thing straight. You are NOT having sex with me. Ever! If you so much as even touch me I’ll slap you,” she asserted. “I’m not one of them cheap bimbo’s you pick up. I have standards, and those standards are way above you. Understood?”
“I understand and to be honest I’m not expecting anything more than light conversation. We can chat friendly can’t we, for our mutual friend’s sakes?” I said.
“Fine, as long as we’re clear,” She replied.
“Sure” I said. “I’ve been nothing but respectful to you, and haven’t treated you like a sex object at all. I know you’re out of my league. But there was no need to be so rude. You could have been a little more subtle about it”
“Whatever,” she said, as she turned her head away.
After a few minutes silence between me and Charlotte, while Mike and Rachel were babbling away, one of the bar maids came over holding a cordless telephone. “Are you Arthur?” she said.
“Yeh, that’s me, what’s up,” I said surprised
“We don’t usually accept calls for customers, but it’s your mother and she says it’s really urgent,” said the bar maid.
I took the cordless phone and put it to my ear expecting my mum in distress.
“Hi, sexy” said Liz.
“Hang on, I’ll just go somewhere quiet,” I said.
I told the girls and Mike that I had to go somewhere quiet as it was too distracting there. I walked through double doors to a rear foyer area near the toilets. I put the receiver to my ear.
“Hey Liz,” I spoke.
“Have you missed me Arthur?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe Liz,”
“Any regrets about last night?” She asked.
“Absolutely not. What about you?”
“Of course not, I meant every word I said,” replied Liz. “How are things going with that Charlotte girl?” Liz anxiously asked.
“Not very well to be honest Liz, she can’t stand me and threatened to slap me if I lay a finger on her,” I said.
“Well that’s a relief, I was feeling quite jealous. Will I see you again tonight Arthur?” Asked Liz.
“Yes of course you will honey, and listen. You have nothing to be jealous of with Charlotte. Yes she’s gorgeous, rich, intelligent and popular. But you are worth 10 of her Liz,” I said in a charming manner.
“Oh Arthur, you make me feel special.”
“That’s because you are Liz,” I said. “The plan is, I sleep on the sofa tonight. When everyone goes to bed I will go to your room if that’s ok.”
“Oh yes that’s great. Do you know where I am right now Arthur? I am in the bathroom cleaning those panties”
“What, In the sink?” I said.
“Hehe, no silly. I’m sat on the toilet cleaning your cum from my panties with my mouth. It’s got me so wet. I have my dildo in my pussy. Do you like my purple blouse Arthur? I’m wearing it with most of the buttons undone and my big boobs hanging out of my bra cups. And I’m wearing nothing below.”
Liz then starts breathing heavily down the phone. “I miss you Arthur, I want your 19 year old body to use me anyway you see fit. I want to obey your every sexual command no matter how outrageous. I want to lick that asshole of yours while you fuck my tits. Pull my hair, spit on me, slap my fat ass.”
Liz then started breathing really heavily. It was obvious she was masturbating. My cock was solid as a rock. I felt like exploding in my pants. The fact that Liz is usually known as a nice pleasant well behaved lady made this all the more taboo, and a huge turn on.
“What would you do to me if you were here Arthur?” Liz spoke softly.
I whispered down the line, “I would bend you over, squeeze and spread you ass cheeks apart and run my tongue all along your pussy and ass bringing you to ecstasy. I would stick my fingers in your pussy and maybe one up your ass as my mouth smothers between your buttocks.”
“Oh, I’d love that,” she said. Liz was at the point of grunting and groaning.
“I want to fuck you hard in front of the people that don’t know what an incredible sexually charged milf you are. Can you imagine being watched by your shocked friends and neighbours while you are ravished by my 19 year old cock. Having given control of your body to me.”
“hughhh! Yes Arthur. I would love it.”
“Tonight I’m going to give you one of the best experiences you will ever have had in your life. In a matter of hours that dildo will be my cock. It will enter all of your holes.”
” Put the cum stained panties in your mouth Liz, thats an order. And imagine that dildo you are using is my cock. Cum all over my cock. Now Liz, then lick it clean.”
This is my first ever story. Thus, I am no professional at this. However I intend to write a hot story as good as the best. Unlike the majority of stories on here however, this one is actually true and happened to me when I was 19 years old in the 1990’s – enjoy
My name is Arthur and my best mate back then was Mike. We met in the early years of high school and became best friends. Often we would have sleep overs at each others houses. Our friendship continued after leaving school at 16, and we got a job working in a factory together.
Every friday from age 18 we would ‘clock off’ from the factory and get ready to hit the towns nightlife. Payday was like Christmas every week for us young men still living with our parents.(In the UK back then you had to be 18 to go to night clubs and bars). Neither of us were tied down in a relationship, so we would prowl for pussy in the nightclubs, seeking the young ladies that prowled for cock. Like human fishing really, both genders just going out to ‘get laid’. (But deep down, to really find a partner to settle down with, which is just what Mike did when he was 20)
On one such Friday, when I was 19, I turned up as usual at Mike’s house early evening time. His mum (or ‘mom’ for the people in the US) answered the door and said her usual “Hi Arthur. Come in, Mike’s in his room. How’s your mum?” Now, let me describe Mike’s mum. Her name is Elizabeth, but she’s known as Liz. Liz is a bespectacled(wears glasses) 43 years old lady who worked full time as a cleaner, she had been divorced from Mikes dad for some years. She was a little on the plump side regarding her tits, ass and thighs. Her tits I guessed to be around an E cup. Her big round ass looked divine when she wore her tight jeans or leggings. As I would later discover in this story – She had a little bit of sagging in her breasts but not much really, not what you wouldn’t expect from the average lady of her age – In fact I’d say she was in better shape than most her age. She was around 5″7 with mousey brown hair that was going grey, she always had her hair up in a ponytail.
She never wore make-up and always dressed in plain unflattering clothes that did not show her figure except for the tight jeans and legging she wore. Her eyes were beautiful and wide, her face was pretty although she did have a few light wrinkles around her mouth. She also had big teeth that tended to overlap her bottom lip when she closed her mouth. People used to joke and call her fredrica mercury because of her big teeth. On this particular day she wore leggings but she also wore a thick woolly jumper(or sweater as its more commonly known as to US readers) that was long and covered her ass, much to my disappointment. It was winter after all. Under her Jumper she had on a white polo shirt with the collars of the polo shirt folded over the neck of her jumper.
Apart from the occasional view of her ass, I never thought of her in a sexual way whatsoever. She was more like a mother figure, she treated me like I was Mikes brother, cooked for me and let me sleep over most every weekend.
Later that evening me and Mike were in one of the busiest bars in town chatting away, when he suddenly said, “Hey. I know someone who fancies you,” as he winked at me.
“Who?” I abruptly replied.
“Ahh, not telling.” He annoyingly spoke with a cheesy grin.
Mike was my best mate, but he was a damn prick sometimes. Later, after the consumption of a behaviour altering amount of alcohol, Mike said, “My mum said she fancies you, even your ginger hair(laughs), she said her heart thumps whenever you come round to our house.”
“Jeeesus Mike!” I quipped. “You’re fucking kidding me”
“Nope. We had a heart to heart discussion last night, she never usually discusses anything like that with me. To be honest mate, I thought she only told me because she secretly wants me to tell you, you know how shy and proper my mum is. She would never tell you how she truly felt”
“Cool, am gonna fuck her brains out tonight.” I said jokingly.
“Fuck off Arthur, don’t even joke about shit like that.”
“Relax man, I’m kidding, I wouldn’t dare, I have never thought of your mum in that way,” I reassured.
The night turned out to be uneventful yet again, in terms of trying to get laid out on the town. We got back to Mikes house sometime after 12pm and sat on his sofa with a coffee and a cigarette, chilling out before he headed to his room and me to the spare room.
Mike whispered “Hey, not a word to my mum about what I told you”.
“No worries dude,” I said, “I’m still shocked as hell about it.”
Mike spotted a video cassette next to the VCR with the words ‘Liz’s tape. DO NOT TOUCH!’ written on it.
“I bet that’s a porno,” I joked.
There’s no way a plain lady like Liz who shows very little interest in sex or men, and was so sweet and mild mannered would ever own such a thing. Surely not. “Let’s put it on,” I said.
“Fuck me Arthur you do say some dumbass things, the tape says ‘do not touch’ on it, of course I’m gonna fucking put it on,” Said Mike.
What we saw shocked me, it was a porno. It shocked me because it belonged to Mikes mum, the last person I would think would own it. On the screen was a young man in his 20s with a hot mature big tit milf. The guy was tit fucking her as she held her melons together, he then grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth vigorously. The guy then took his cock out of her mouth, pulled the sexy milfs hair back and spat in her face and mouth before continuing with the face fucking.
At that point we heard creaking on the stairs, we panicked and Mike immediately ejected the cassette and threw it under the sofa. It was Liz coming down the stairs. She just wanted to go to the kitchen to make herself a cup of tea before retiring back to her room.
“Night,night mum,” Mike shouted from the lounge, as Liz was making her way back upstairs.
“Night night Michael. Night night Arthur, you’re very welcome to stay over tonight love,” she shouted.
“ Thanks Mrs C,” I shouted back.
“I’m getting off to bed now mate, promise not a word to anyone about the video”, said Mike.
“Don’t worry dude, it’s just between us” I reassured.
“Night mate” said Mike before darting upstairs to his room.
Before retiring to the spare room I needed to use the bathroom to relieve a bladder full of beer and coffee, after sipping the rest of my sobering coffee for a few minutes I headed upstairs to the bathroom.
I opened the bathroom door and there she was. Mikes mum was sat on the toilet with her leggings along with a sexy pair of pink satin knickers around her ankles (or Panties as they say in the US – In fact, from here on in I will refer to them as panties, as I prefer the term). We both froze, it was only a few seconds, but it seemed so much longer. Then she said, “oh, Arth….”
“Shit! I’m sorry Liz,” I abruptly interrupted.
I closed the door and shot to the spare room with complete embarrassment and also arousal at the sight of her thighs and those sexy pink satin panties. It puzzled me why she would wear those panties though. I mean, they looked so sexy and she usually dressed so plain and conservative, they seemed so uncharacteristic of her. But then again, that porno…. Liz had surprised me like hell that night. Nobody who knew her would ever think Liz was sexually active or harboured such desires so strongly. I thought to myself, “who are the sexy panties for? I mean, what’s the point in Liz wearing them if no-one is going to see her in them? I guess it’s just for her own satisfaction”.
A few minutes later I heard her coming out of the bathroom and returning to her room, I then went to the bathroom to relieve myself. After I did my business, I spotted something in the washing basket (or hamper to our American readers) as I was washing my hands. It was those sexy pink satin panties that she had on. “Why would she remove them in here and put them to the basket, without changing any of her other clothes” I thought. But I was too aroused to care. I just wanted to grab the panties and wank myself off. Liz got me feeling so fucking horny, the fact that I knew she fancied me, the porno that made me realize how sexually driven she was and that she probably wanted to fuck me and the thought of seeing her big round juicy ass in these panties.
I snatched them from the top of the basket and put them in my face, rubbing them over my nose and mouth, tasting and inhaling her scent, the crotch was a little stained from pussy juice and felt moist. I took out my cock and went to lock the door.
‘Oh fuck, not now, please’, I thought, as I saw the lock to the bathroom door was broken. So then I took a chance and took the panties to the spare room with me. Thinking I will only have them for a few minutes and will return them. I thought there’s no way Liz would notice, she wouldn’t return to the bathroom after being in there just a few minutes ago.
In the spare room I stripped naked in what seemed to me to be about 2 seconds flat, and dove into bed. With one hand I held the panty crotch over my nose and mouth and with the other began pumping away on my raging hard-on. Liz had got me so fucking hot. Up until just earlier that day I had never thought of Liz as a mother I would like to fuck. But now that was all that was on my mind. I began fantasizing about fucking her doggy style with these sexy panties over her big juicy round ass and coming all over them. I thought about that hot scene from her porno, fantasizing that I was face-fucking her like that couple in the scene and I would cum all in her face and mouth. And I fantasized that she spread her buttocks and lowered that Plump shapely ass over my face while she scraped her big teeth and lips over my cock.
Wow. This was sending me over the edge. In my mind I was in another dimension, but in reality I was in my best friends house, with his mum’s pussy stained sexy panties in my face with my eyes closed, wanking myself off over fantasies of her.
Suddenly: “Having fun,” said a female voice from in the room.
It slapped me out of my fantasy world and brought me crashing to reality like a plane nose diving into the ocean. Overwhelmed with embarrassment, I looked over to see Liz with a big toothy grin on her face. She was wearing what she had on all day: Leggings, polo shirt and jumper. Except, minus her panties. You know, the ones that were covering the bottom half of my face. For a few seconds I was frozen, then it suddenly dawned on me. Liz set the whole thing up, it all made sense. Mike was correct, she did confess her feelings about me to him because she did want me to know about it. The porno, she left it there intentionally knowing damn well that the words ‘do not touch’ will encourage me to watch it. She wanted me to know that she was into it and hoped watching it would get me feeling horny. The panties, it was me she bought them for. She left them on the washing basket like bait hoping I would bite, knowing I will be using the bathroom in the night. She intentionally broke the lock on the bathroom door so she could catch me in the act if I decided to wank with her panties in the bathroom. Liz had been to the bathroom to see if I took the bait. She saw her panties were missing from the washing basket. Thus, she’s here now. Her elaborate trap worked, I was so fucking hot for Liz, I wanted nothing more than to engage in an intense fuck session with her.
“Ooh, let’s see what we have under here,” she said as she came over to the bed, and in one swift motion peeled back the cover to see my naked body, and my hand around my cock. I jumped out of bed and covered my massive erection with a pillow.
“Don’t be shy Arthur,” said Liz as she walked over to me and planted her lips on mine, taking the pillow away.
After a few seconds of lip locking, I broke off the kiss and said, “No Liz this is wrong.”
“No Arthur, it’s right, it’s so right,” whispered Liz. Again we locked lips this time she started stroking my cock and swirling her tongue in my mouth.
“Wait,” I said breaking the kiss again. “You’re my best mates mum, and you’re not that type Liz, you’re a nice lady.”
“I have needs just like any other woman you know,” she said. “I’ve wanted this for so long. You make me feel so hot Arthur.” Our noses were almost touching as she began again to stroke my cock and speak to me. “Do you know how much it breaks my heart knowing you are sleeping around with them young tarts you pick up in the night clubs? My heart aches with jealousy, I wish I was one of them. Why waste your time and money going out with those stupid bimbo’s when you can have me here, anytime you want. I’m all yours Arthur.”
Our lips locked again as we tongued each others mouths and she stroked my cock. I put my hands down the back of her leggings and squeezed those chubby buttocks, this caused Liz let out a groan in my mouth. I then moved my hand down the front of her leggings and started fingering her sopping wet pussy, causing her to start breathing heavily. We broke the kiss again. As we were masturbating each other our eyes were locked on to each others, with our faces just inches apart. Liz then whispered, “I know you’ve been bringing girls back here and fucking them on the bed in this very room. I have been listening to you fuck them senseless with my ear against my bedroom wall and my dildo in my pussy. Wishing it was me in here with you, and you were treating me like you treat them. Do you want me Arthur?”
“Yes Liz. More than anything.”
Liz, quickened her pace of wanking my cock. “Tell me how much you want me. Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
I smiled and said, “you set this all up didn’t you Liz? To make me want you. Well it’s worked big time. Telling Mike you fancied me, leaving the video tape next to the VCR, these sexy pink panties, the broken lock on the bathroom door.”
“Clever boy,” she said with a sly grin.
“Now I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman in my life Liz. I’m going to fuck you like crazy, I’m going to treat you like that woman in the porno. Kneel down and suck my cock. Now Liz.”
And thats just what she did. She looked up at me as she took the tip of my cock in her mouth. I felt her top teeth scraping above and her tongue massaging below. It was heaven, it was by incredible will power that I managed to keep from cumming in her mouth there and then. Then she went deeper and sucked harder. She grabbed my hand and put it on her ponytail, I took this as an indication that she wanted me to fuck her mouth. With a tight grip on her ponytail I held her head still and began fucking her mouth. After a few minutes with my cock and her face full of her saliva I was ready to cum. I needed a pause and a change of tactic to try and last longer without cumming.
“Take your leggings off and go get your dildo. I want you to fuck yourself as I tittyfuck you,” I demanded. The naturally submissive milf did just that.
Within seconds she was squatting in front of me naked from the waist down and with her jumper and polo shirt raised up over her magnificent big tits. She had on a pink bra that matched her panties, her tits were already exposed and out of their bra cups. Her nipples were brown, big and pointy.
“wait, I want you to suck your tits for me,” I commanded. Looking up at me without hesitation the lusty milf did just that, biting them, sucking them and making her nipples even more pointy. I watched her blissfully for a moment as I wanked my cock. I couldn’t resist, I bent down and groped her melons, I sucked on those huge nipples and had Liz groaning. I put a nipple to her mouth then kissed her with her tit between our lips. Then I held her tits together and started slowly fucking them. She inserted her dildo into her pussy. She was soaking wet, as the dildo was going in and out, her pussy made an audible squelching sound. Liz bent her neck to face down and took the end of my cock in her mouth as it passed through the top of her cleaverage. After a few minutes of this when I gained momentum of speed, her glasses fell off onto the floor. I then slowed down my pace and spat a long glob of saliva into her cleavage and onto my cock.
“Yes please,” Said Liz, as she turned to look up at me and opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. She was dildoing herself ferociously with pussy juice splashing out of her pussy and a loud squelching sound.
“Wow, you really are kinky aren’t you?” I said. “OK here comes”. I spat on her face and the first glob landed on her right cheek, the second one landed directly onto her tongue, and the third one landed on the tip of her nose then poured down into her mouth. As the third glob of spit landed Liz had an intense orgasm rip through her.
“Aaaaaawww. YES. FUCK! – Aaaaaghh, oh my god Arthur. I’m cumming.” She screamed, and cum squirted all over her dildo and on the floor. She was loud and I knew that Mike would have been able to hear it. The sight of Mikes mum having that orgasm in front of me pushed me over the edge
“Open your fucking mouth,” I demanded. I fucked her mouth for just a few thrusts when I shot rope after rope of cum down her throat.
She kept the tip of my cock in her mouth and looked up at me as she swallowed my whole load.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to speak to you like that Liz,” I said with shame.
“I love it when you talk to me that way, I’m all yours bab,y” Said Liz. “I’m just going to get cleaned up. Be right back darling…”
I went to lay in bed shivering from sexual excitement. A few minutes later Liz came back in the room, this time with her hair down and wearing a bath robe.
“Up you get,” she said. I stepped out of bed and Liz walked over to the end of the bed and took off her robe. Liz was wearing nothing but those sexy pink satin panties. She turned around, bent over, arched her back, while looking back at me she moved the crotch of the panties over to one side with one hand and slapped one of her meaty buttocks with her other hand. Wow, what an invite.
My cock was ready for action again. I got behind her, instead of penetrating her, I decided to tease and put my cock inside the panties and along the crack of her ass. “ooh that’s lovely,” said Liz as she rubbed her clit.
I did this for a few minutes, then couldn’t resist any longer. I stuck my cock right into her pussy and slapped her ass. “You fucking dirty milf slut” I said uncontrollably. I began pounding her hard and fast, her panties were so sexy over her chubby ass. Her tits bouncing like hell until I grabbed them from behind and pulled on her nipples hard.
“Ow!” screamed Liz.
“You fucking love it don’t you? “ I said.
“Yes.” Liz agreed. “Do it again.”
I got close so cumming. I pulled out and said “I want you to ride me now Liz.”
I lay down on the bed and Liz climbed on me and lowered her sopping wet pussy over my cock and began to ride me ever so slowly. We kissed passionately, breathed heavily into each others faces and talked dirty to each other. After some momentum of speed and with our lips clamped together Liz had her second orgasm of the night. My orgasm began to build up also as our lips were locked when this sexy milf rode me.
I broke the kiss and said. “Fucking hell Liz this is the best fuck ever, I’m so sorry I’m not going to last much longer, I’m going to cum.”
Liz then climbed off me and immediately got on her knees on the floor and said “my mouth please.”
I went over and shot directly into her mouth, then I aimed for her face and hair. I wanted to cover this big toothed milfs face as much as i could with my cum. “Wow!” I sighed.
“I’m not done yet” grinned Liz as she lay back on the bed. “Sit on my face” she said. “I want to lick your ass, it’s a fetish of mine. Please Arthur”.
So I spread my ass cheeks and lowered myself over Liz’s face. My cock was facing her huge mounds. “Fuck my face with your ass” she said. I enthusiastically obliged. She was dildoing her pussy hard and fast and moaned into my ass as her tongue was working my puckered hole. I began grinding my ass over her face hard and wanking my cock, and from this Liz reached her third orgasm of the night. This got me so hot I came too all over her tits. That was the last of our workout for the night. After Liz cleaned the cum off her, we kissed and cuddled for the rest of the night.