Sharing a Shower with Mom – Part III by SquattingEagle

Introduction:

An experienced girl finally takes controlSharing a Shower with Mom – Part III

“We need to talk” was all mom said. 
The proud smile had vanished from her face and was replaced by a serious, almost grim expression. This wasn’t the reaction I had expected. I had thought our parents would be glad they wouldn’t have to sneak around anymore. Maybe they’d be a bit shocked to learn my brother and I wanted to have sex with them just as much as they wanted to fuck us. But not this. She didn’t look at me or say another word as she toweled herself dry and got dressed. I hastily dried off, tied my bikini back on and pulled my dress over my still damp body.

We stepped out the door just when Nick and dad came walking from the other side of the building. Mom directed us to the picnic table next to the campsite bath house and told us to sit down. Nick was looking troubled too, just like dad. I could see my brother’s proposal to continue at home had not been received with a lot of enthusiasm either.

“Mom, dad, it’s okay! Nobody is pissed off, we knew it was you well before we fucked” I said. 
“Yeah, Nick told me. I’m just… upset” dad said.
“Upset? Isn’t this what you two wanted when you took us into that stall?”
Dad didn’t answer.
“What’s wrong? I thought you would be happy?” I asked, feeling somewhat disenchanted.
“I don’t know. I guess… Well, this whole thing kinda got out of hand.” mom explained. “We, I mean your father and I, we‘ve had our secret sexual fantasies about you and your brother for some time, but we knew it wasn’t right, so we never tried to do anything for real. However, when we discovered this wonderful opportunity to have sex with you anonymously, we just couldn’t let it slide. And, I must add, we enjoyed it tremendously.
“So did I” I argued.
“Yes, but later you might hate us for it. That’s why you were never supposed to know it was your father on the other side. It was going to be just this once and never again”
“Just a fond memory that would last the rest of our lives” dad added.
“It will always be a fond memory, but that doesn’t mean we should stop now. And what about all the things you and I did? All the kissing? You licked my pussy!” 
I could see Nicks jaw drop and his eyes pop out of their sockets as he learned of me and mom’s lesbian activities.
“I was weak, honey, I’m sorry… it’s just not right. It’s even illegal” 
“I don’t care; I loved everything about it. So did Nick, and I’m damned sure you did too.” I said, almost choking up.
“You know she’s right” dad said to his wife “What do you say, honey?”
She looked at each of us for a moment, shrugged her shoulders and stood up. “I don’t know it anymore either. If anyone wants to fuck me, I’ll be in the caravan.”

My heart skipped a beat and I jumped up, wrapped her in my arms and planted a hot kiss on her mouth, thanking her and kissing her again.
She quickly detached herself from my passionate embrace and looked around if anyone might have seen my inappropriate outburst. 
“What did I just say about it being illegal and all?” she hissed
I must have looked quite crestfallen, because she mellowed a little. “You may thank me when we’re home” she whispered and gave my butt a quick squeeze.

We followed mom’s seductively swaying hips home and with every yard we came closer to the caravan, dad too seemed to lose a little more of his doubts and inhibitions. By the time I set foot on the first step of the ladder, he was standing right behind me, his erection firmly pushed against my rear. I giggled flirtatiously and turned around, grabbed him by his waistband and dragged him with me into the bedroom. Standing against the bed, I let my dress fall to the floor, pulled dad against my body and gave a long, hot kiss. 

Dad’s hands were trembling as they untied the strings of my bikini. He pulled away the tiny black triangles that covered my breasts and pussy and let them fall to the floor as well, leaving me naked in front of his hungry eyes. I took his hand and lay it on my chest. He caressed my firm breast and flicked the nipple with his finger.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful” he said as drew me even closer. He bent a little and kissed me again. While I was still a little dazed from the erotic kiss, he scooped me off the floor and carefully laid me down on his big soft bed. He tenderly kissed and licked every square inch of my naked body, from my face down to the soles of my feet and then slowly worked his way back up via the inside of my legs. With every kiss he came nearer to my inflamed pussy.
I whimpered softly as he slowly inched his way ever more closely. I could already feel his hot breath on my moist lips. Finally he reached its target. His tongue traced the folds of my sugary pussy, dipped inside for a moment, and then followed its way up to my protruding clit. The tip of his tongue flicked my little nub, sending chills of pleasure down my spine. He closed his mouth again and swallowed the top part of my pussy, sucking softly and still flicking my clit with his tongue. Loud slurping noises sounded from his mouth as he drank my flowing juices.
“You taste so good, baby” he whispered as he came up for air, licking his lips.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up to my face, pulled his strong body on top of me.
I kissed his mouth, tasting myself on his lips.
“I want you so much” I gasped between kisses.
“I want you too. I’ve dreamed of this for so long, baby”
“Please put it in me, daddy”

He pushed his hands beneath my shoulders and my waist and rolled onto his back, taking me with him so I ended up on top of him. He raised his butt off the bed and I pulled down his shorts. His hard cock bounced up, as it broke free from its confines. It was the first time I saw my father’s erect penis in all its glory. The dark hair below his belly was trimmed short and his balls were shaven completely. I thought it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. The shaft was hard as steel, with thick throbbing veins running down the entire length and the big pink head was oozing drops of precum, making it nice and slippery. Underneath this were his big round balls, pulled up tightly against his body, filled with cum and all set to quench the raging fire inside me.
Before I could do anything stupid, mom pulled me back again and came crawling to me, just as naked as I was. “Don’t worry baby, he’s all yours today. Just don’t forget to use these” she said and gave me another foil wrapper. I kissed her once more and whispered I loved her. 

Then I sat down on dad’s thighs and put the condom around his cock. I held the end between my fingers and rolled it all the way down, just like mom had taught me earlier. Getting up again, I firmly grasped his cock and held it against my pussy. The tip easily found the slick opening, and when I sank down a little, I felt the round head pop inside. 
I could finally look into my lover’s eyes and saw the look of rapture as his big cock inched its way deeper into my body. I’m sure I must have had the very same look as he plunged in. Deeper and deeper he went, until, at last, my butt came to rest on my father’s legs and I knew I had taken his cock all the way inside me. Without the thin wall to separate us, he had slid in much deeper than he had done before, touching places that had never been touched and giving pleasure I had never known. Yet, even that was nothing compared to what was to come when I finally started moving.

Now that I was on top of my daddy, I was able to control much of our motions. A whole new world of sexual delight opened up as my hips began to move; up and down, back and forth, rolling and twisting. As I experimented, I quickly learned I really couldn’t do it wrong; every which way I moved gave a different, but always delightful new sensation. If I leaned forward, my clit pressed nicely against his body and when I leaned back, his cock rubbed against the sensitive nerves inside my pussy. The hard part was to tune my motions in sync with those of my partner, so we were moving as if we were one. 

Thankfully there were my dad’s hands to guide me. They were planted firmly on my behind, grabbing the cheeks and gently pressing me down when he flexed up and always preventing me from rising too far and have him slip out of me. We worked perfectly together to achieve that highest level of ecstasy and it wasn’t long before the muscles inside me tensed up in anticipation of the first of a long series of orgasms. As I rocked my hips again and let my clit rub against his body, waves of bliss swept over my body. And again there were those hands of my father that guided me through this, moving my ass up and down, fucking him while I came.

Minutes later I lay on dad’s chest, still panting and shivering from this massive release. It suddenly dawned on me that dad and I were not alone in the bed. Next to us were mom and Nick, just as naked as we were, and she also had his cock deep inside her.

Mom was on her back, her legs thrust high in the air. Nick was on his knees, holding those legs firmly in his arms, using them as support to piston his cock in his mother’s pussy at a blistering speed. Mom had cupped her big breasts with her hands and squeezed the nipples while a flood of oh’s and ah’s poured from her wide open mouth, her beautiful face all torn up in sheer exaltation as her son relentlessly pummeled her tender flesh with his sturdy cock.

Dad held me close to his chest and rolled me on my back again, him ending on top of me. He supported his upper body with his arms to prevent it from crushing me, while his lower body rested between my legs. His cock had never left my pussy, and as he lay on me, he began to thrust again. His muscular body was almost twice as big as me, and as I lay underneath him, I really felt how much stronger he was. I did not stand a chance against the pleasure he was giving me. He kept fucking me with long powerful strokes, in a slow relentless rhythm that lifted me higher with every thrust until I couldn’t take any more and had to bite his shoulder to prevent me from screaming out in orgasmic joy. 
My legs folded behind his back, locking him deep inside me as waves of ecstasy wracked my body over and over again. His ability to move was severely restricted by this orgasmic stranglehold, but he kept fucking me through what felt like a never ending series of climaxes. Then, as he looked deep in my eyes again, his powerful body became rigid and I felt his penis jerk inside me as he spilled his seed in the condom.

Reluctantly, I felt dad pull his cock out of me and roll on his back. I lay my head on his chest and covered him in little kisses. If I hadn’t experienced it myself I would not have believed anything could be as good as the way my dad had fucked me. 
Dad exhaled deeply and softly stroked my hair. I could hear his heartbeat slowly return to normal as we lay there cooling off.

On the other half of the bed, mom and Nick were still going. She was on her knees now, with her ass in the air and my brother behind her. He wasn’t fucking her as fast anymore, but still kept up a pace that greatly exceeded that of dad. The slapping sound of his hips against her butt was still accompanied by drawn-out moans from mom, who appeared to be in a semi-unconscious, semi-orgasmic limbo. Her eyes were closed, her mouth still open, her voice fading from countless climaxes.

By now I had learned to recognize some of the signs and it told me that Nick was also close to cumming. A few thrusts later his butt clenched and I could see the big vein on the underside of his cock pulsate as he pumped another load of semen into his mother’s vagina. He slumped forward and mom’s legs gave way. Together they fell on the mattress next to us, panting and shivering. Nick was still laying on top of her, slowly rocking his hips as he fucked her with the last of his erection until it finally slipped out, followed by a frothy torrent of cum.

I wondered what it would be like to be on the pill, like mom. I bet the sex would feel even better without a condom. Then I’d also know what it was like to have a man truly cum inside me, to feel his hot seed fill me up and flow back out. Maybe best of all, he would not have to pull out immediately, like dad did now.
I made a mental note to make an appointment with the GP as soon as we were back at home. I could hardly wait.

Slowly, dad seemed to wake up a little, and mom too. She was playing lazily with dad’s cock. She pulled the condom, now hanging loosely around his deflated member, off and watched the sperm pool on dad’s stomach. 
Mom rolled over, on top of her husband and licked up a mouthful of cum. She then moved over to me and kissed me, sharing dad’s semen with me. Twice she went back for more and each time she shared every drop with me. By and by, dad’s cock began to show some signs of life again and the next time mom went down to collect more cum, she opened her mouth and engulfed dad’s cock. Dad groaned softly as mom relentlessly sucked his tired cock back to hardness. 

With my parents back in action, I couldn’t stay behind and crawled over daddy’s legs and lifted mom’s leg. I still could see some of Nick’s semen dripping from her. It wasn’t as thick or rich as when I first I tasted it this afternoon. Clearly his balls had trouble keeping production up with the rate at which he was spilling his seed. Runny as it may be, there was a lot of it, and it kept flowing.

As I was washing mom’s pussy with my tongue, a pair of hands grabbed my hips and pulled them off the mattress. I looked around and saw Nick kneeling behind me, aiming his latex-covered erection at my pussy. He renewed his grip on my ass and pushed forward. His slick cock easily penetrated my vagina and he started fucking me right away. His cock wasn’t quite as big as dad’s, but it rubbed me in all the right places, and soon I had all but forgotten my mother’s pussy.

Luckily for mom, dad’s cock had grown back to full strength, pointing at the curved roof of the caravan and throbbing proudly. Mom climbed on top of dad, taking him deep inside her as she lowered herself. With her back curved, she pumped her ass up and down. The way she sat gave Nick and me a beautiful view of her hairless pussy stretched tautly around dad’s penis. Her pussy was well lubricated and slid supply on her husband’s cum-slick cock. 

I remember thinking it would take me years of practice to move even half as smooth and elegantly and so sexily. I didn’t get the chance to admire her much, as Nick fucked me quickly to another series of earth-shattering orgasms. Even while I was cumming almost continuously for minutes, he never slowed down. The merciless pounding my now super-sensitive sex still took was just too much and I lurched forward, shaking as a splash of fluid jetted from my pussy. 

I had just learned that, like my mother, I was a squirter.

I had expected Nick to push his cock back inside my pussy the first chance he got and fuck me some more, but I was quite mistaken. Instead of waiting for me to allow him to continue, he got up and crawled behind our fucking parents.

Dad must have seen him approach, but mom was completely unaware of what was happening until she felt Nick’s finger on her asshole. Startled, she looked behind and saw her son aiming his steel hardon at her virgin ass.
“Be careful son, no-one’s ever been there before” she smiled, giving him permission to go on.
Nick wet his finger with saliva and pushed it inside to the first joint, spat a little more on her puckered hole and worked that inside her too. Then he got back on his knees and was ready to enter this uncharted terrain. 
Mom stayed motionless for a moment as Nick placed his latex-clad cock against her tight little hole and began to push. She relaxed her sphincter as best as she could to let him in. An animal-like groan escaped her mouth as her son’s penis finally stretched her anal opening far enough to ease the tip inside her. Once the big head had passed the ring of muscles, she told him to hold it there for a moment while she got used to the invading member. 
After a few seconds she nodded to let him resume his conquest. I could see her ass stretched tightly around my brother’s cock as he sawed it in and out, pressing deeper every time he repeated this motion. A few more pushes and he was all the way inside. With her son’s cock fully in her ass, she started moving again, fucking dad while Nick fucked her.
“Ohhh I Love it” she groaned between her clenched teeth.

I watched in amazement how the two men fucked mom together. After a while Nick and dad moved perfectly in sync, pushing in one cock as the other moved out. They fucked her for a few more minutes, giving her some of the best orgasms she ever had, before dad and Nick, almost simultaneously, came as well. The three fell down in a mass of bodies and intertwined limbs, before they disentangled and lay back, completely exhausted.
“That was great guys. I… I love you all so much” Mom panted, kissing both her men and me too.

We were all too exhausted to move, let alone have sex. Even Nick’s cock was spent, resting limp on his stomach, not moving or trying to get up even once. We just lay there, close together on the mattress, for what must have been ten, fifteen minutes at least. 

“You know what’s bothering the crap out of me?” dad suddenly sighed.
“No?” mom asked lazily
“Why did none of you warn me this bed is much too small? Years I’ve spent every spare moment rebuilding this damned caravan, and now I have to start all over again.”
He was right, though the bed was spacious enough to accommodate two couples fucking, it could not offer enough room for four adults lying on their backs.
“That’s okay, hon” mom replied, “Take all the time you need. I have a new lover now.” 
We all laughed, even dad.
“Okay kids, no more fooling around. Get out. Your father needs to rest” mom said, “and I could use a little beauty sleep too”

It wasn’t even dinnertime yet, the sun was still shining, but she was right, I could really use some rest, and looking at my brother, so could he. I crawled out the bed and into mine. As soon as my head hit the pillow, I was asleep. Nick didn’t even make it that far. He crashed on the couch.

About an hour later, I woke again, absolutely famished. I hadn’t eaten since breakfast and could eat a horse. When I stuck my head out the door, I saw dad had fired up the grill and was busy cooking up some burgers. Mom was also outside, chopping vegetables and making salad.
“Hi there sleepyhead” dad yelled, waving
“Dinner’s almost ready baby” mom added. “Go wake your brother and come out”

Dinner was delicious. I devoured three or four slightly charred burgers and helped myself to a plateful of veggies. Nick was just as starved as me, eating at least six burgers and even salad and grilled corn.
Dad kept bringing more and more burgers, so there was enough for everyone. By the time all the food was gone and our tummies were nicely filled, the sun was setting. 
I said to mom I wanted to take a shower and go back to bed.
She grabbed a handful of shower coins from her bag and gave them to me. 
“Aren’t you coming with me?” I asked
“No, I want to clean up first, before we attract the animals. Go ahead, I’ll shower after you”
“But you said it was too expensive” 
She started laughing. “Yeah, I can’t believe you thought that was true, you are such a blonde sometimes! These things cost nothing, really. Take these and shower as long as you like”
I had to laugh too, even though I did feel like an idiot. 

After a relaxing long, hot and uneventful shower, I was feeling all comfy again; clean, warm, and carefree. I slipped my dress over my naked body and skipped home, feeling the cool evening air gently kiss my damp pussy. 
Inside the caravan I put the dress in my closet and got ready for bed. First I had to brush my teeth and then applied another layer of after-sun lotion to soothe the reddened skin on my breasts that outlined the shape of my new bikini. Being fair-skinned, the tan lines were only barely visible and I knew that also the redness would be gone in the morning. If we decided to go to the lake again, I would look stunningly good.

As I turned around to walk out the bathroom, I saw mom was watching me. 
“You’ve changed so much these two days.” she said. “You look happy”
“I am happy” I said, “Not that I wasn’t happy before, but…” I added, not really knowing what I wanted to say or how to say it.
“I understand baby. And you look so beautiful too”
“I know” I smiled. “Thanks to you”
“Goodnight baby” she said and gave me a kiss. A tender, motherly kiss.
“Goodnight mom. I love you”
“I love you too”

I crawled in the bed and grabbed one of my books to read a bit while I waited for sleep to come. About half an hour later, Nick came to bed too. I was still awake, still reading. The book I was reading was a cheap romance novel and as I was reading, my hand had slid down my body. My pussy was a little tender from being fucked so much, but as I lay there stroking myself I started to get a little horny again. I was contemplating to rub myself to one more climax before I went to sleep when the bed above me creaked softly.

“Nick… I’m not sleepy yet. Are you?” I asked my brother.
“No” he whispered.
“Wouldn’t you rather come in here with me?” I asked seductively.
“I can’t” he sighed.
“Why, haven’t you got any semen left for me?”
“Worse. No condoms”
“Go get some then”
“Can’t, I used the last one when I fucked you from behind”
Damn! Fuck! Cursed be my ovaries! Here I was, horny as hell, with a willing cock less than three feet away and unable to use it.
“Fucked me? Fucked mom, you mean. You abandoned me” I grumbled.
“I’m sorry sis. You’re not mad, are you?” he said sincerely.
He didn’t deserve that reaction. After all he had fucked me into a stupor first, and then gave mom the best sexual experience of her life. He had been a good brother and a good son. I decided I had to be a good sister.
“No, I’m not. Please, come here and I’ll suck it for you”

Nick got in bed with me and I sucked his cock while he licked my pussy. We both had one nice last cum and fell asleep in each other’s arms in my small bunk bed.

As soon as I was woken by the early morning sun, shining through the small plastic window, the memories of the past two days came flooding back to me. With it returned a hunger for sexual pleasure. Nick was still lying behind me, sandwiched between me and the wooden paneling. His arm was draped tenderly around me as he spooned me in his sleep. 

Though Nick was still deep asleep, his cock had already woken up. His morning erection was poking between my legs, teasing me with its presence. I couldn’t blame Nick’s cock for not knowing I couldn’t fuck him without a condom, but the longer I lay there, the more unbearable my frustration became. Finally I couldn’t take it anymore and carefully extricated myself from my brother’s grasp and slid out the bed. I slipped a dress over my naked body, grabbed my purse, sneaked out the caravan and ran. My muscles protested, aching from the hours of fucking I did yesterday. I knew the best way to treat aching muscles was to keep using them, and that was exactly what I planned to do.

The air was still cold outside and the grass was wet beneath my bare feet. The entire world was still sleeping, except a far away rooster and an elderly couple that was slowly on their way down to the bath house. It was a good thing that everyone else was still sleeping, because I would never dare to do what I planned if there was a chance of someone seeing me. Finally I arrived at the bath house. Here I would find the cure for what ached me: the condom vending machine in the men’s room.

A minute later I was running back, several dollars lighter and carrying a bag full of rubbers. On my way back I was greeted again by the elder couple that was still strolling down the path. I wonder if they would still smile so kindly at me if they knew what I was planning on doing as soon as I was home.

Inside the caravan it was still quiet; nobody had noticed my disappearance. Nick was still sleeping too. He was on his back now, taking up the entire mattress. It didn’t matter to me, because I could clearly see the promising tent in the sheets caused by his trusty hard cock. 

I hastily threw the sheets aside and climbed on the mattress with my brother. He mumbled softly in his sleep, but didn’t wake or move. I carefully rolled the condom down his cock, straddled his hips and let it sink deep inside. My pussy was still tender, but the pain was definitely worth it. I sat still for a minute, savoring the feeling of being filled up again before I lifted myself and dropped down his cock again. It took only a couple of strokes before my brother began to wake up.

“Wow, sis” he whispered, rubbing his eyes to see more clearly.
“Good morning, big brother” I whispered back and pressed down on his crotch firmly, digging my clit into his flesh as I rocked my hips. There wasn’t much space to move in the small and low bunk bed. When I sat upright, my head was just inches below the lattice of the bed above me and even if Nick wanted to be on top, there was no room to roll over. Nick had no choice but to grab hold of me, and lay back for the ride. 
The way we made love was completely different from the way he had fucked me yesterday. The wet noises of my pussy and our heavy breathing were now the only sounds as I rode his cock for a long time, slow, steady and without hurry. 
I liked being in control like this, but I had liked being overwhelmed by his energetic thrusting too. I guess I was still learning.

Despite our leisurely pace, I could see Nick wasn’t going to last much longer. I guess we had been fucking fifteen minutes already, so I had nothing to complain. I even had a few nice cums myself. I leaned forward even more, so I was on my hands and knees. With my ass suspended in the air, my brother now had the freedom to move as his instinct indicated. He laid his hands firmly on my butt and sped up again. The soft squishy noises gave way to a series of slapping sounds as he threw his belly up against mine. Faster and faster, until we reached a wonderful finale in which the both of us came together.

“That was great, Val. What a way to wake up” he panted in my ear as we dropped back to the bed.
Before I could say anything back, Nick was snoring again. He’d probably wake up later, thinking it had all been a wonderful dream. It might be funny to mess with his mind a bit. However, I had no time to stay much longer now, I was on a mission. One down, one to go.

Still naked, I walked to my parent’s bedroom. My early morning romp with Nick had not disturbed them in their sleep, although dad might have registered it subconsciously, as he too had a rock hard erection that pushed up the sheets.

I carefully peeled away the sheets from his sleeping body. Dad wasn’t as heavy a sleeper as my brother, so I had to be extra cautious. I did my utmost to not move the bed too much as I crawled next to him, held his cock upright and let it slip in my mouth. The moment I closed my lips and started sucking, I saw his eyes open and a smile appear on his lips.
“Good morning daddy” I whispered and started sucking again, letting him slide as deep in my throat as I could without choking. I still needed a lot of practice before I could take him as deep as mom could, but I was doing better every time.
While I was sucking him, I felt his hands on my waist, grabbing me and lifting me clear in the air, and lowering me again on top of him. My pussy was now directly above his face and as I kept sucking his cock, he started licking my pussy.

“That looks nice” I suddenly heard a female voice. “Is there room for one more?”
“Of course mom” I said. “Would you like pussy, cock or tongue?”
“Shouldn’t we invite your brother as well?”
“He’s sleeping; I kinda wore him out a few minutes ago”
Mom chuckled softly, shaking her head. 
“I think I’ll have some tongue then, thank you.”
I climbed off dad’s face and watched how mom took my place. Then I covered up dad’s cock, guided it into my pussy and began to bounce up and down. My parent’s bed was much springier than mine, and every time I came down, my father was just bouncing back up, making it easy to ride him hard.
All the while I was fucking my father, he was diligently licking his wife’s hairless pussy and doing all kinds of wonderful things with his experienced mouth. She was leaning back against the wall, squeezing her breast as she watched me ride her husband’s cock. It was mom who came first, her moans becoming louder and louder until she fell forward, into my arms and came, shaking over her entire body. 

Mom laid her hand on my chest and gently pushes me back a little. I had to steady myself on dad’s legs as I leaned back. Mom leaned over even more, and because of my new position, she was able to lay her head between my thighs and lick my pussy while I fucked. Every now and then I’d lean back too much and his cock would slip out of me. She would then suck him for a while and guide him back inside. Together they kept me cumming over and over again until dad groaned he was going to cum too. 
Mom quickly grabbed his cock, tore away the rubber and sucked hem into her mouth. The moment she closed her lips I saw his balls draw up and his cock began to pulsate as he fired glob after glob in her mouth. She swallowed and sucked, taking his whole load without spilling a single drop.

It was not even 8 o’clock and I had been fucked twice already. I was really beginning to enjoy this new lifestyle.

Mom pulled the sheets back over us again and the three of us lay in bed for maybe half an hour, talking. As always, dad was the first who got up and mom followed soon after. I didn’t want to get up yet, so I lay a little longer, enjoying all the room I had in the big, empty bed. After a while my stomach began to protest, telling me it was time for breakfast.

The rest of the family was already dressed and was busy setting the table for breakfast. Dad had bought fresh buns and fruit at the store and the smell of coffee filled my nose. I quickly threw on my dress and joined them outside.

“So what are we going to do today, daddy?” I asked while I sat down at the table.
“I was thinking we should be hitting the road again today. We’ve been in one place much too long already.” he said, sipping his morning coffee.
“Oh no, we are not going anywhere today” mom said, as she grabbed a cushion off the couch and placed in on her chair. “There’s no way I’m gonna be sitting in the car all day.”
Dad burst out laughing, nearly choking on his coffee.
“Don’t laugh, I’m still terribly sore from last night” she said as she sat down on the pillow. “But as soon as I’m ready for it, I want you both again. So you better be warned!”
“It was that good, eh?” I asked
“Oh baby, you better believe it. I just thought I died”
I still had my reservations. Even though it had looked incredibly sexy, I was perfectly content with having just one cock stretch the walls of my pussy, without having another one tearing up my ass. 

“Well, if we’re not going away today, I want us to get ready to leave first thing tomorrow morning. We may have to camp in the wild again, so I want everything cleaned, the septic tank emptied, the water tank filled with fresh water, and plenty of food in the fridge” dad ordered.
“Okay boss. Anything else?” mom asked sarcastically.
“Yes. Make sure we have enough condoms”
Now it was mom’s turn to choke on her coffee.

I was glad that dad took the job of emptying the septic tank on himself, but there was no escaping the other chores. Filling the water tank was easy. The tank had small wheels and a retractable handle so you could just let it roll behind you and not have to carry it. It was the perfect job for me.
First I had to let it drain and then go to the bath house and fill it with the hose outside.

As I waited for the tank to fill, a girl came to me. I recognized her as the daughter of the family from the RV next to us. She was about my age and had the looks of a stereotypical cheerleader: blond, athletic, bubbly and insanely gorgeous. Although we hadn’t spoken more than a few words, she seemed like a nice girl, if only a little dumb. If we would have stayed a little longer in this place, we might have become friends.

“Hi, I am Misty” she said, as she walked up to me.
“Hi. Val”
“Are you leaving already?” she asked innocently.
“Eh, yeah. My dad wants to leave tomorrow, ‘see the country, you know'” I replied, trying to impersonate my father.
“That’s too bad” 
“Tell me about it” I sighed. I’d rather stay another day in bed than in the car.
“Do you really have sex with your parents?” she asked bluntly.
My insides turned to water as she said that. 
“What… what makes you think that? It’s absurd” I stammered.
She giggled. “Well, your caravan doesn’t have, like, very thick walls. It was very obvious.”
“Shit” I cursed silently.
“So is it true? Do you really fuck your dad? That’s awesome!”
This was a surprise. 
“Don’t tell me you want to fuck your dad?” I asked.
She looked around, confirming we were alone.
“I like totally would! He’s big and got lots of muscles, and he’s got a really huge cock! But Daddy’s so uptight, he would never want to fuck me”
“I’m sorry” I said softly, worried anyone would hear us.
“But my brother might. Luke’s so dreamy. I saw him with his girlfriend once. His cock is nice too and he really knows how to use it. If only I knew how to seduce him. I think he wants it too, he’s like always checking out my ass” 

I couldn’t blame her brother; the girl did have a fine ass. Nice big breasts too. I even found myself checking her out as she kept rambling on and on. Suddenly she was silent, looking at me, waiting for me to say something. 

“Well?” she asked
“Well what?”
“How did it happen? How did you first fuck your father? I wanna know all about it”
God, what had I gotten myself into? This dumb broad was going to get our family in a lot of trouble if she didn’t keep her mouth shut.
“I don’t know… it sort of happened” I could hardly tell her that only two days ago I had been a demure virgin, pure in every way. “listen, can’t we talk about something else?” I said, once again checking the surroundings for passing campers. 
“I’m sorry,” Misty sighed. “I’m just so damned horny all the time. I’ll go crazy if I don’t get laid soon. Do you know I haven’t had sex in two whole weeks?”
“That’s too bad”
“Yes. That’s why it would be great if I could fuck Luke. He’s my brother, so he’s like always there, wherever we go”
I had to admit, it was a good argument. And who was I to judge? Anyway, I needed to keep her on friendly terms, and make sure she didn’t blab about what she knew about our family to anyone. If she just needed to fuck someone, I could simply ask Nick, but if I helped her to have sex with her brother, I had as much on her as she had on me and our secret would be safe. Besides, it could be fun to help another family ‘come together’. 

“I may have an idea that might work. Why don’t you come with me to the showers, there’s something I’d like to show you.”
“Okay” she said and followed me. 
I showed her the stall with the hole in the wall.
“On the other side is the men’s shower” I said
“Oh?” It took a while before she got it. “Oh! You mean like on the internet?”
“Yes” 
“You think I want to suck off a stranger?” Misty said, strangely offended. 
“No, not a stranger,” I quickly said, “what if we arranged it so that Luke would be in that stall?”
“And then what?”
I knew this was going to take a little more time. I carefully explained to her that with only a hole connecting the two stalls, she could suck and fuck her brother like she wanted, and he would never know it was her. Finally she got it.
“Sweet” she said, all happy again. “But how do you know Luke will be using that shower?”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan”

I told her I’d meet her soon and went home, towing the heavy water tank behind me. Mom and dad were gone to the supermarket, but luckily my brother was still here, and had just finished his tasks. I talked to him about Misty and that she knew about us and our parents. He acknowledged the danger of the situation and agreed that it would be best if we got her to fuck her brother too. Bearing in mind that we would be leaving next morning, we had to act fast. First, Nick had to gain the trust of Misty’s unsuspecting brother Luke.

My brother always made new friends easily, and this time was no exception. Being both in college and both playing baseball, Nick and Luke had a lot in common. As he came home for lunch he told me he had succeeded in befriending the boy and that everything was going according to plan.
A little after lunchtime, but well before the evening rush, when the campsite would be almost deserted, he would introduce his new friend to the gloryhole. Of course, Misty and I would be waiting for them on the other side of the wall.

As soon as we were finished eating and the plates were clean, I was off to the bathhouse. Misty wasn’t there yet, but after a minute she appeared from the other side of the building. 
“Sorry, I had to pee. I was waiting almost an hour” she apologized. “Can we go now?”
“Wait, here take this” I said and gave her a toilet bag and a towel.
“Why?” she asked “Are we taking a shower? I thought I was going to fuck Luke?”
“Yes, but not everyone has to know that” I said
“Well I’m not telling anyone” she said, trying to reassure me.
I sighed, almost regretting ever laying eyes on her.
“Just carry these; at least you’ll look like you’re here for a shower”
“Okay!”

Once Inside the bath house, I first checked the other stalls. We were alone, just as I had hoped. I led Misty to the farthest stall and locked the door behind us. 
As I turned back, I saw Misty had taken off her shirt. Her breasts were truly breathtaking. The girl had a tad more body fat than I had, but I could see it had settled in all the right places. Her breasts were at least three sizes bigger than mine, yet they were just as firm and her big, hard nipples made my mouth water.
“Eh Misty, I told you, we’re not really taking a shower”
“I know” she said, while she dropped her daisy dukes. “I just don’t want any cum stains on my clothes. Besides, I love to be naked when I fuck”

She stood back up and laid her clothes on the shelf. She was wearing nothing but her panties. I could see she had a golden tan all over her body, with no visible tan lines.
She must have seen me admire her, as she made a little pirouette. “Tanning bed” she said. “Ain’t it great?”
“Yeah, totally” damn, I was beginning to sound like her.
Then, without hesitation, she pulled down her panties, revealing a naked and very aroused pussy. I had to control myself, trying not to gawk at her treasures.
“You get naked too” she said suddenly. “They’ll be here any moment now, right?”

I nodded again and began to shed my clothes while Misty sat down on the little bench and waited. I was feeling quite self-conscious as this sexy young woman watched me undress.
“Wow, you are so beautiful” she whispered suddenly. 
I looked up and saw her standing in front of me. 
“Did I tell you I like girls too?” she asked, lustfully.

She let her hand slide down from my shoulder, over my breasts, and gave them a little squeeze. Then she lowered her head and took my nipple in her mouth, gently biting down on the sensitive tip. I groaned softly, overcome with lust for this dim-witted, gorgeous girl. I lifted her chin and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth and welcomed my tongue. As we kissed, her hand snaked inside my panties and found my dripping pussy. 
She knew exactly what she was doing, pressing her fingers down next to my clit and slowly moving then round in circles, massaging the lips and the fatty tissues of my mons, while avoiding direct contact with my sensitive little nub. 
At the same time, my hands were equally busy; fondling her breasts and exploring her hairless mound and incredibly soft genital lips. If possible, her pussy was even wetter than mine; her sticky juices literally dripping down her thighs. It smelled powerfully arousing, directly stimulating the animal part of my brain and sending my sexuality into overdrive.

Misty moaned in my mouth as I plunged two fingers inside her soaking wet cunt. With my thumb I massaged her clit while I fucked her little hole. She stopped kissing and fingering as lust quickly took over. With her mouth open, panting shallowly and her eyes looking deep into mine, she came. Two weeks’ worth of sexual frustration was released in a massive orgasm. Her body shook and I felt more wetness flood my hand. I pressed my mouth to hers, muffling the series of gasps and groans that resonated in the empty building.

“OMG, I needed that so bad” she giggled as she regained most of her senses.
Then she grabbed my hand and licked my fingers. 
“I love the taste of pussy, don’t you too?”
I had tasted only two pussies so far; mine and mom’s, but I already developed a taste for it. I moved my hand to my mouth. The aroma was intoxicating. I licked, tasting her ambrosial nectar. 
“I bet you taste just as good” she said.
She grabbed my panties and got on her knees, taking my last piece of clothing down with her. Her face was only inches from my pussy. With her fingers she trailed through my blonde little bush and occasionally between my legs.
“I’ve never seen a pussy this pretty” she said, slipping her fingers between my legs again. She still rubbed only the outer lips, teasing me as she left the most sensitive parts untouched. My body began to buck on its own, desperately seeking the elusive source of this pleasure as she played me like a finely tuned instrument. It was like this girl was created for only one purpose: Sex. She knew instinctively what to do to make me go insane with lust. My hips tilted, giving her maximal access to my pussy, begging to be touched.
Finally she pressed her lips against my pussy. I gasped as she her tongue rolled around my clit while she sucked softly. 
Even though she was now right where I needed her, Misty was still in complete control of my movements and as she moved back, my knees gave way and my body slowly slid down the wall until I was lying on the wet floor. There she crawled on top of me, her head between my legs and her knees above my shoulders. In front of me were her pink lips, swollen with lust and dripping with moisture. I immediately latched on to this juicy pussy and licked her while she ate me. At times it was difficult to keep pleasing her as her lips, tongue and fingers worked their magic, just like she had to abandon my pussy every time my tongue brought her off again.

Suddenly there closed a door in the men’s shower and I heard a pair of muffled voices. From my position on the floor, I saw two pair of feet enter the stall next to us. One pair I recognized as my brother’s and the other must have been Luke’s. I tapped Misty on her back and whispered that the boys were here. She immediately climbed off of me and asked me what to do. I told her to sit quiet and watch what I did.

Like mom had taught me a few days before, I stuck my fingers through the hole and softly tapped the wall. There was a rustle of clothes and seconds later a nice hard cock was pushed through the hole.
“Is that Nick?” Misty asked excited.
I nodded, again motioning her to be quiet.
I knelt in front of the hole and let my tongue trace the underside of my brother’s cock, from where it emerged out of the wall to the shiny purple head. I could hear a lustful groan as I closed my lips around the head and sucked softly while I slid all the way down to the wall. I found out I was able to suppress my gag reflex quite well, now I couldn’t let him go too deep. 

Misty was watching me intently, fingering her pussy as I blew my brother. I could see how much she wanted to join in and, in a moment of compassion, I pulled back and offered her my brother’s cock. Her eyes lit up and she literally jumped at the opportunity. In less than a second she had taken my place at the hole and had Nick’s cock deep in her mouth. She sucked on it as if she hadn’t had a drink in three days, bobbing her head wildly and taking him as deep as circumstances allowed.
After only a minute or two of this intense cock-sucking, I heard Nick groan and I saw Misty’s cheeks bulge as he pumped a big load of sperm in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed and kept sucking until his cock stopped squirting and slowly began to lose its stiffness. 

Nick finally pulled his wilting penis back in the hole, but he was quickly replaced by a fresh, hard cock. Luke’s cock was a little bigger than my brother’s. Not as big as daddy’s, but a nice member for sure. I could see Misty was positively drooling at the sight of her brother’s erection. She all but dove at it and gobbled up his rod with the same hunger and enthusiasm as she had done Nick’s. Grunts from the other side of the wall told me she was doing a great job. Too great a job actually and I warned her that if she still wanted to fuck him, she might want to slow down a bit.
Instead of easing down, she stopped sucking altogether and got back on her feet. She turned around, bent forwards a little and aimed Luke’s cock between her legs. Then, as she moved back towards the wall, she let her brother’s penis slide into her well lubricated cunt. She moaned of release as her aching pussy was finally invaded again by throbbing, hard male flesh.
“So good” she groaned between her teeth as she pressed her ass firmly against the wall, taking him in as deep as possible.

I didn’t have to give her any instructions. She was by no means a virgin, and although she would never be a great scientist, fucking came natural to her. She made the most of the limited range of movement she had, slapping her butt against the wall as she fucked her brother. It wasn’t long before she had another one of her dripping wet orgasms. Panting and shaking she steadied herself with one hand against the opposite wall and pushed back against the hole as much as she could and let her brother take over. Luke moved his cock in and out the hole, fucking his sister’s pussy at high pace. The fingers of Misty’s free hand were racing over her swollen clit, desperately trying to give her that last extra bit of pleasure to push her over the edge again.
“He’s cumming!” she whispered after another minute of intense fucking. She was still energetically rubbing her pussy, her fingers whipping the dripping cum into a creamy lather. 
I had to praise Luke’s stamina, even after cumming he kept fucking his sister long enough for her to cum once more. In the end, he had to give up and withdrew his cock from her dripping pussy and back into the hole. At least temporarily satisfied, Misty stepped away from the wall, her legs still wobbly from cumming so hard. She had a big, happy grin on her face.
“Wow… just… wow” she smiled as she finally caught her breath.

I whispered we better had to go, before anybody found out about us. Suddenly I heard my brother yell “No! Don’t!”
A shadow on the other side of the hole told me that Luke had not obeyed Nick’s explicit instructions and peeked through the hole. He had probably not seen me, but he could hardly have missed Misty, who stood directly in front of the hole, still dripping semen from her pussy.

“Dude, that’s my sister!” I heard Luke gasp.
Shit. So much for keeping it secret. Misty had heard it too and looked at me with panic in her eyes.
“Let’s get dressed and then we’ll talk outside” I said.
Luke and Nick were waiting for us outside, sitting at the same picnic table our family had used yesterday to have this exact same conversation.
“That was you in there, wasn’t it?” Luke asked his sister.
She nodded her head, looking down guilty. 
“I can’t believe you did that, man” he then said to Nick, punching his shoulder.
Nick took the beating without punching him back, knowing he deserved it.
“I’m sorry I tricked you into fucking me,” Misty said, “I didn’t know you’d be mad”
“Mad? No, that was by far the best sex I ever had. I’ve never cum like that, but… I just wish you weren’t my sister” he said.
“Well, I am.” Misty said.
“So it was all your idea then?” he asked rather incredulous.
“Well, not really. But we did it because I just wanted fuck you so bad”
“But I’m your brother! Why didn’t you fuck Nick or something?”
“I don’t want to fuck Nick. I want to fuck you!”
“Me? But why?”
“I guess I’ve been wanting to fuck you ever since I saw you with Denise. But it wasn’t until I talked to Val that I realized it.”
“I’m sorry we had to trick you” I said.
“Well, I’m not sorry anymore. I loved fucking you too and if I have to trick you again, I would.” Misty said defiantly.
“I’ve got to think” he said and walked away.

The three of us stayed behind, but it wasn’t long before Luke came back. Misty ran to meet up with him. They exchanged a few words after which Misty threw his arms around him and kissed him on the mouth. Immediately they realized everyone could see them and broke up again. I was glad for her; it appeared my bubbly friend had gotten her wish. They would definitely fuck again.
As they walked towards us, they were busy talking. Luke and Misty were looking worried. 
“So what’s going on now?” Nick asked
“Can we go somewhere private?” Luke asked, ignoring Nick’s question.
This was serious. I nodded and we walked to a more secluded spot.

“I just met my father. I’m probably not allowed to tell you, but he told me I not to see you guys anymore. He said you and your family are a bunch of perverts and he’s going to inform the police tomorrow, as soon as the station opens”
“Fuck!” Nick cursed. 
“Yeah. What did you do?” Luke asked.
“She fucked her father” Misty answered for me.
“That’s all?”
“And him. And their mother” she added.
“Wow” he sighed, truly impressed.
“And dad knows about that?”
“Apparently”
“They don’t really throw you in jail for that, do they?” I asked worried.
“I don’t know. There are a lot of narrow-minded people in this world” Nick said grimly.
“And dad is one of them” Luke added.
We all were silent for a while, digesting the information.

“I bet he’s just jealous” Misty said.
“Jealous? Why?” Luke asked his sister. 
“Don’t you know? He hasn’t had sex in, like, two years” she explained.
“And how would you know?”
“My bedroom is next to theirs, I can hear everything they say or do in there. Mom and dad just don’t have sex anymore. I’ve heard him beg for it, but mom doesn’t want it. It hurts, she says”
“And now he takes his revenge on innocent people? Fuck him!” Nick said angry.
“I know it’s not fair, but what are we going to do about it” I said, trying to calm him down.

We all sat silently for a few minutes, racking our brains for a solution. The idea of killing him and hiding his body flashed through my mind, but nothing practical.
“I don’t know. Let’s tell mom and dad, maybe they can buy his silence” Nick suggested.
“They won’t be back for another few hours, and they don’t have that much money anyhow” I said.
“Then what do you suggest we do?”
“I don’t know.” I sighed. Another silence followed.
“If only we could get him laid. I bet he’d mellow up and forget about the whole thing” Luke jested, trying to lighten the atmosphere a bit.
“That’s not a bad idea, actually” I said
“I was just kidding. Are you gonna fuck our dad?” he asked. 
“No, but there’s another girl who would love to do it”
Luke and Nick both stared at Misty, who turned a deep red. “Have you seen his cock?” she said in her defense.
We all laughed, Misty too.
“So, assuming your insane idea works, how do you want to get it done?” Luke asked.
“I’ think I’ve got a plan… Nick, go get my new black bikini, and bring mom’s red one too. And two of those sheer scarves” I told my brother.
“Okay, anything else?”
“Not yet. Luke, your task is to make sure your mother is gone for a few hours. Take her for a walk or something. We need your father to be alone, and he must know it.”
“And you Misty, you come with me. We’re going to make you irresistible to any sex-starved male”
“Huh?”
“We’re gonna get you ready to fuck your father”
“Oh, right. Sweet!”

Before we split up, I had a private word with Nick and told him to bring my camera, and also a screwdriver and a pair of pliers. Then we were off in different directions. Misty and I went back inside the bathhouse, while Nick and Luke took different paths towards their homes. Misty undressed again and took a quick shower, washing away the sweat and dust of the day. Meanwhile, I emptied and thoroughly cleaned my bottle of shampoo and filled it with warm water.
“Here, use this to clean your pussy” I said.
Misty looked a little puzzled
“Your pussy is still full of Luke’s cum, isn’t it?”
“I guess,” she giggled. “He did cum a lot”
“So what if your dad notices?”
Misty understood and pressed the narrow neck up inside her. She squeezed the bottle and a flood of water and cum squirted out of her pussy. Then we filled the bottle with water again and repeated the procedure a few more times.
“Let me have a taste” I whispered.
Misty giggled softly and spread her legs. She leaned against the wall and arched her back, offering her pussy for a thorough examination. I knelt in front of her and slid my fingers inside her. A little more water trickled down my fingers. I played with her pussy a little more until I felt that she was becoming aroused again. Her body was working hard to replace the natural lubricant she just washed away. I licked her juices off my fingers, examining its taste. 
There wasn’t much flavor yet, but she tasted pretty much the same way she did when I first licked her, only a little fresher, sweeter. It was perfect for eating her out.

Just as we were finished, there was a knock on the door. Nick was back with the bikinis and my bag. Mom’s tiny red top perfectly fitted Misty’s luscious breasts; pushing them up just a little, and showing just enough details to tell her nipples were hard. The thong bikini beautifully framed her firm round ass, her cheeks almost naked and showing off her perfect tan, while the front clearly outlined the shape of her hairless pussy. The finishing touch was the sheer scarf, loosely tied around her waist, barely concealing the treasures hidden underneath it. All in all, she looked like a wet dream come to life. 

This had been the easy part. Now we had to work on her playing her role to perfection. We sat down at the picnic table again and I told her every step of the plan. I explained to her what she had to do and what she had to say. I knew she probably had to improvise a bit, but was quite sure she could pull it off. After rehearsing her one last time, we got up and headed to the RV. 
Her father was sitting outside, reading a magazine and sipping a beer. I could see two empty bottles lying in the grass next to him. If this was his third bottle already, he’d be mildly drunk by now. He finally noticed our arrival and his eyes immediately were all over his daughter. The look in his eyes was definitely not one that a father was supposed to have when looking at his child. Then he noticed me and I could see his expression change, his eyes now burning with hatred and envy. He growled a greeting, but dared not to tell me to piss off in front of his daughter.

Misty however, played her role beautifully. Her hips swayed sensuously as she walked towards her father and the scarf around her waist came loose at just the right moment. Of course she then had to bend over and pick it up again. The lump in her father shorts was already obvious. The entire outline of his cock was visible, trapped in one of the trouser legs and desperately trying to break free. I could see Misty hadn’t been exaggerating when she mentioned his size. It really was huge, 10 inches at least, and thick too.
He seemed to have forgotten my presence completely as his eyes now were glued on his daughter’s ass and pussy, which were not at all covered by the tiny red string that held the front and back together. Both her wrinkled asshole and the hairless labia were on full display. Her arousal was unmistakable as her wetness gleamed in the sunlight. I heard the father groan softly and I saw a small wet spot emerge in his pants.

Misty had dawdled as long as she could and stood up again, wrapping the scarf slowly back on her hips, while making sure her father had a good view of her round breasts and hard nipples. Then, as she stepped closer to her father and moved in to sit down, the man seemed to remember that this girl he was lusting for was actually his daughter. He cleared his throat and got out of his chair, covering his crotch with the magazine. 
“I’ll eh… I’ll get you girls something to drink” he said and disappeared into the caravan.

This was going far better than I had planned and I told Misty to go inside and confront him. A minute later she was back outside, claiming he was gone. With some reservations I went with her inside the RV and checked the kitchen. He wasn’t there, nor in the living area or bedroom. There was only one door left, leading to the bathroom. I lay my ear against the door and listened. A soft thumping sound and heavy breathing told me all I needed to hear. I motioned for Misty to get ready to open the door while I retrieved the screwdriver from my bag. As quietly as possible I unlocked the door and as Misty pulled it open, I hid myself behind the open door. 

Peeking through the hinges, I saw it couldn’t be better; inside the tiny bathroom was Misty’s father, sitting on the toilet, his shorts around his ankles and his fist around his massive cock. To make the picture complete, he had a pair of panties in his hand and was sniffing the crotch. I quickly grabbed my camera and snapped a photo. If things went south from here, this compromising picture might be enough to blackmail him. 

“Misty!” he gasped as he saw his darling daughter stand in the doorway.
She stepped into the tiny bathroom without hesitation and untied the strings of her bikini. Without saying a word, she let the strips of cloth drop to the floor and stood naked in front of her father.
“What are you doing here? Where is that other girl?” he asked cautiously.
“She had to go home. Are those my panties?”
She did it perfectly, even better than I had hoped. I could see the man relax a bit now that he thought they were alone.
“Were you smelling my panties, daddy?”
He cleared his throat again and started “Well… I…”
“I knew why you do it daddy” she said as she stepped forward.
“You shouldn’t be here honey”
“It feels good, doesn’t it, daddy?” she said seductively and made another step. She was now standing directly above his lap, her legs slightly spread. She mostly blocked my view of her father, but I bet he was looking at her with pure lust.
“What, honey?” he groaned. 
“Fucking” she said as she pulled her father’s hand from his crotch and pressed it against her breast. Then she repeated this with his other hand and leaned forward a bit. I could see between her legs and saw the man’s huge cock point up at her moist pussy. 
“Do you want to fuck me, daddy?” she said, lowering herself a fraction of an inch, just enough to let the tip touch her lips for the briefest of moments.
“Do you?”
“God, yes! I can’t help it” he groaned
“Say it daddy, say it and you can have me” 
“God, Misty, I want to fuck you so bad” he groaned.
“Take me to the bedroom daddy” 

The man, delirious with lust, kicked off his shorts, scooped his daughter off the floor and carried her the ten steps to the bedroom. There he laid her on her back and dove headfirst between her legs. Misty made soft mewling sounds as her father ate her pussy, and within minutes I saw the first signs of a massive orgasm. After only a quick fuck with her brother, she had lots of pent up sexual energy still stored in her sexy body, and soon she reached her first climax with her father. Her hips thrust in the air and fists clenched the sheets as she came, biting her lips to keep quiet.

Having made her cum two, three times more on his tongue, he finally got up and pulled her in his arms again, kissing her passionately. She then untangled herself from his arms, got on her knees and grabbed her father’s cock. His swollen penis looked truly massive in her small hands as she jacked him off with both hands and licked the big round head.
“Baby, don’t” he groaned, and for a moment I feared he was going to send Misty away. “You’ll make me cum if you don’t stop now”
Misty didn’t listen to his warning and kept jacking him off until suddenly his cock jerked upward and spat out a thick, white jet of sperm all over her face. Two more jets landed on her lips and cheeks before she could catch the remainder of his load in her mouth. I quickly shot another few pictures, pictures that wouldn’t have looked out of place in any porno magazine.
Misty’s father groaned loudly as his daughter closed her lips on the tip and sucked, drinking every last drop straight from his cock. Misty had trouble taking his cock in her mouth, and even when she did, only the tip fit inside. Still she managed to suck him back to hardness. When she was assured he was ready to go again, she got back on the bed. She got on her hands and knees, looked to her father behind her and, pushing her ass up in the air, told him to fuck her.

The man didn’t have to be told twice, as he got behind her and aimed his cock at his daughter’s dripping wet pussy. I didn’t expect Misty would be able to accommodate such a big penis, but when her father applied a bit of pressure, she opened up and the tip slipped in her. A yelp of joy sounded from the girl, telling us all how good it felt. Reassured, he renewed his grip on her waist and pressed on again. Aided by his daughter’s plentiful lubricating juices, his cock slid all the way inside her with amazing ease. He didn’t gave the girl much time to get used to his cock, because as soon as his hips touched her butt, he pulled back and thrust it into her again.

Again she looked behind again, not at her father this time, but at me; smiling in heavenly bliss as she was finally fucking her father. I smiled back at her and she turned back, her attention now solely on her father and his powerful cock. I shot a final few pictures of our neighbor fucking his daughter and got out of my hiding place. My plan to get pictures of them together had worked beautifully, and I could leave now, leaving the incestuous couple to their passionate lovemaking. I sneaked out the RV, leaving Misty in the capable hands of her father, just as another orgasm took hold of her body.

When I came home, the rest of the family was waiting for me. I could see mom was worried.
“What is going on, Nick said we were getting arrested?” dad asked
“We can rest assured now; I don’t think they will go to the police”
“Why do you think that?”
“Because right now, our neighbor is fucking his daughter.”
“Is he?” mom asked surprised.
“We need proof” dad said.
“Do you want photo, or video?” I asked, handing him my camera.
“Oh, this is brilliant, Val” dad said as he saw the picture of Misty on her hands and knees, getting fucked by her father. “I could kiss you right now”
“By all means, don’t let me stop you” I laughed.
There was a sigh of relief in the caravan. We knew we had dodged a bullet. Dad launched himself from his chair and grabbed me, tearing off my bikini and throwing me on the bed. Seconds later he was naked too and all over me. We all fucked on the big bed again, but this time we did it without making a single noise. Then we went out for dinner and as soon as we were back, we fucked until the sun went down.

The next morning we got up early, ready to leave at daybreak. But first, dad had to confront our neighbors, in case Misty’s father still intended to inform the police. Before could leave the caravan, there was a knock on the door. It was Misty, carrying a little red bikini and matching scarf.

She hugged me for a long time, thanking me again and again. She said she was a bit sore from fucking her father’s big dick all night, but that she had cum more times than she could count.
“Wait, he fucked you all night?”
“OMG yes, I’ve never been fucked this much. It was like daddy’s cock never went down at all; he just fucked me again and again and again”
“But where was your mother during this?” mom asked.
Misty bit her lip, realizing she told something she shouldn’t have.
“I’m not supposed to tell anyone, but mom spent the night with Luke on the folding bed. Dad’s cock may be too big for her, but Luke’s fits just fine” she giggled. 
“Huh, when did that happen?”
“When did you leave? Was it before or after daddy came in my pussy?”
“I don’t know. He was fucking you doggy style”
“Ehm, I think that was before. Well, after he came, I sucked his cock again and we did it once more, with me on top. The second time we fucked he lasted really long before he came, and we sort of fell asleep right after. That’s how mom found us; naked on the bed and a big pool of dad’s cum between my legs.”
“Did she freak?”
“No, not at all; she was, like, happy for us. Dad was completely honest, crying almost. He said he loved her so much, but that he also was a man. And then he told her everything; about how much he had wanted to fuck me and how jealous he was of you guys. He told her he was jacking off in the toilet after seeing my pussy and that he must have forgotten the lock. He said I caught him and that one thing lead to the next and that we ended up in bed together.”

I grinned. “That’s one way of telling it. Did she believe him?”

“I think so. She asked me if that was true and I said yes. Then she asked me if his cock had not hurt me and I said that it was the best thing I had ever felt. Then she laughed and said she was glad and gave us her blessing.”
“But how did Luke get involved?”
“That was a kind of mix-up. When Luke came home, a few minutes after mom, we were all in bed, hugging and kissing. He must have thought we were having a threesome, so he got in with us and kissed me and mom too. I don’t know exactly how it happened, but a few minutes later mom’s dress was on the floor and Luke was her between legs, his cock inside her, and she was cumming over and over again.”

There was another, firmer knock on the door. For a moment the fear of being arrested was back. Cautiously I peeked through the window.
“It’s her dad” I whispered.

Mom was the closest to the door and let Misty’s father in. It was like he had become a totally different person. Nothing in his soft demeanor reminded me of the grumpy uptight man I had been so afraid of, mere hours before. 
“I guess I owe you guys an apology” he said and handed mom a small yellow envelope. She looked inside and retrieved a few Polaroid pictures of me, Nick, mom and dad fucking in various sexual positions on the big bed. “I think Misty has spilled our little secret already?” he asked.
Mom nodded, confirming his suspicions.
“That’s okay; I just wanted to say I was an idiot, and I’m sorry. I have to thank you all for showing me, also on behalf of my wife. I’ve never seen her this happy”
“Thank you, mr…”
“Nash”
“Thank you, Mister Nash. Here, please keep this one” she said, handing him one of the photos. It was a picture of the four of us in the bed, all fucked out. There was no sexual activity in the photo, but when you knew the context, it said more than a thousand words. 
“Keep it as a little memento, like the ones we took of you”
The man looked surprised
“What?”
“I think we owe you an apology as well.” mom said. “You see, when I heard you wanted to go to the police, I had to protect my family. I came to your RV to talk you out of it. When I heard what was going on inside I broke in and took these pictures of you and Misty. I was planning to use them for leverage, but I guess we won’t be needing them now” she said, showing him the photos on my camera.
“Apologies accepted” Mr. Nash laughed. 
I copied the pictures to a flash drive and gave it to them. A few minutes later, we said goodbye as friends. I got a final farewell hug from Misty and the two walked out, his arm loosely around her waist.

Dad reminded us we had to go. We attached the caravan to the car and piled inside. As we drove off, our neighbors were waiting for us at the park entrance and waved until they were nothing but specks on the horizon. 

“Where are we going now, dad?” Nick asked, as we approached the first major intersection.
“I eh… I don’t know” he said, fumbling with the map.
“I don’t care where we go, as long as there’s a big soft bed and four solid walls around it” I added.
“You know, I think we have all of those at home” Nick joked.
“If we’ll take the interstate, we can be there before nightfall” mom chipped in.

Dad didn’t say anything, just steered left, heading home.

Last Man Standing Mandy Baxter Can Be Talked Into Anything. By Barry Gregor

Introduction:

Comments and advice welcome.It was a Friday morning at Outdoor man and Mike had his daughter Mandy working down on the loading dock. An hour later Mike was called to another store and wouldn’t return until Monday afternoon. The guys down on the loading docks set up a box on the edge of the platform it had a hole in two sides and restraints inside. One of the Mexican workers called Mandy over and said to her , we have a problem we have to test this new transport crate but we are all to big for it could you help us. Sure Mandy said what do I do , first you need to strip completely so she did not feeling in the least uncomfortable being nude in front of all these men. Now what she asked so they had her get into the crate and fastened the restraints around her body. First fastening her feet to each side of the crate forcing her legs wide apart. This placed her anus and pussy against the rear hole and squirted a glue over her ass to keep it squarely in the center of the hole. Now bent over at the waist they had her place her hands out through holes on either side of the crate and cuffed them in place. Looking to either side she asked what the other holes on each side of her were for. One of the works laughed and said they are for inspectors so they can reach in and check out the crates contents without opening the box. Now Mandy we are going to place this harness around your head to hold it in place. 

Smiling Mandy said okay so they placed restraints around her head so she had to keep her mouth wide open at the hole in front of the crate. She was now completely restrained and they closed up the crate and placed signs around the outside of the box. One sign said fuck hole insert here , another stated free blow jobs stick it in here. A sign on either side read hand job here and free feel of a sexy young female body here. Finally each sign had a price on it and a slot at the back of the crate indicated where to put the money. Most of the men stepped back and one older man stepped up to the rear hole pulling out his hard cock and slammed it into Mandy’s cunt driving it right through Mandy’s formally intact hymen. Oh God yes young snatch is the best Ed Alzota crowed as he unloaded his sperm deep within Mandy’s womb. Ed stepped back making room for Chuck who pulled out his black python and slammed it into Mandy’s virginal anal canal causing her emit a muffled scream. At the front of the box Joe stepped up and unlimbered is cock sliding it through the hole and deep into Mandy’s throat and started unmercifully throat fucking her. 

Then to either side Boyd and Ryan stepped up to the two waving hands and filled them with their stiffened cocks and Mandy began jacking them off. Mandy paused when she heard Boyd say , oh yes aunt Mandy I’m going to cum , but she continued after a few minutes considering it would be rude to leave her nephew with a case of blue balls. This continued right on into Monday morning at which time Eve stepped up behind the box with a large vibrating double dildo and said , well slut have you gotten enough man meat here is your final serving and shoved the dildos into Mandy’s anus and vagina at the same time pumping into her like a living jackhammer until Mandy let out a muffled scream as she had multiple squirting orgasms. All of a sudden everyone screamed and started running away as a large bear climbed up onto the dock. Smiling Eve squirted something into the hole onto Mandy’s pussy and stepping back yanked a rope attached to the crate. The four sides fell away from Mandy and the top fell to the right leaving Mandy bent over in a perfect position for the bear.

The bear started sniffing at the air and followed the scent to Mandy’s rear where it started licking at her cunt like it was loaded with honey. Squirming Mandy tried to move away but to no avail she was bound tightly in place , sobbing she waited to die but instead she felt the bear mount her , her petite frame completely engulfed by the bears furry body. She moaned as she felt the bears engorged cock slide into her pussy she also felt what was apparently prongs meant to keep the bears cock deep within her pussy every time the bear pulled back she felt her vaginal walls tear a little but this didn’t stop the bears rape of her as he plunged into and out of her repeatedly until attaining climax. Filling her womb with bear cum seemed to satisfy the bear as he pulled out of her gave her pussy and anus a final lick and ambled off. Eve watching this whole thing laughed and said , well slut have you gotten enough bear meat to satisfy you. The workers released Mandy from the restraints upon which time she gratefully collapsed. Mandy lay there on the loading dock totally nude and cried , Eve I was never the slut I pretended to be or you thought I was , I was saving myself for my soul mate. 

Oh Kyle I’m so sorry , I won’t be able to lose my cherry with you. Laughing Eve knelt down next to her and whispered don’t let that bother you Mandy I’ve been letting Kyle fuck me since he broke up with Kristen. You won’t be disappointed he is quite skilled and has a very nice package for a white guy. Rising she left Mandy lying there crying with sperm from many males pouring out of her gaping holes. Boyd stepped up to Mandy and reaching down and inserting his fist into Mandy’s pussy pulled up on her saying , come on aunt Mandy let’s get you cleaned up and take you home. Taking her over to the wall where a hose lay rolled up he picked it up shoved the hose into her pussy and turned it on full. He watched as her stomach swelled as if she were pregnant and shrink when he pulled the hose out of her and the water sprayed down her legs. Next he went behind her two Mexicans forced her to bend over and he shoved the hose deep into her rectum and watched the water again swell her abdomen once again spraying out of her when he removed the hose only this time the water contained chunks of her feces so he sprayed her down then the workers dried her off and dressed her in what they thought were appropriate clothing for her.

First they slid a silky black skirt up her legs , then a silky black pair of thigh high nylon stockings and a knee high pair of black leather low heeled boots. Placing a silver chained belt around her waist they moved up to her chest placing a silky sleeveless , collarless sheer white blouse with two buttons to hold it closed in the front. The blouse left her flat , six pack abdomen exposed. Mandy had a wonderful hourglass figure the Mexican workers enjoyed looking at her beautiful young body. Eve laughed as she said to Mandy rejoice you are an internationally appreciated slut. Today you have been had by Americans , Africans , Mexicans , native Americans , Indians , Chinese , Japanese , well too many to really list , let’s just say you are a real international delight. Boyd took his aunt’s hand and led her off the docks to the street heading home. The last thing Eve heard Boyd say is aunt Mandy we have a stop to make on the way home some friends at school wanted to meet you , to which Mandy whimpered and sobbed.

RAYA AND CARLY’S SEXY SEX STORIES A CLOSET NYMPHO STORY BY ANTONIO MURPHY

It’s 3 am Lester is awakened by his massive hard-on Lester hears the water running in the shower. Walking into the bathroom, he sees his daughter best friend showering Lester admires the young ladies sex body his cock gets even hard. Pulling the curtains back, Raya sees a huge cock right in front of her, dropping her towel at the excitement of  Stepping out of the shower to a cock that size made Raya’s pussy wet Can I touch it she asked. Yes, Lester said, grabbing Lesters huge cock made Rayia so fucking horny without warning Raya’s mouth was all over Lester’s cock. Lester grabbed his phone and pulled up blow job videos for Raya to watch to learn how to suck a man’s cock Rayia did just as the woman on the video did and it drove Lester wild Raya made Lester cum in ten seconds flat drinking every drop of his cum. After she kissed Lester forcing all the cum back down his throat, Lester spread Raya’s legs apart slowly feeling the warmth of her teenage thighs. Lester warm breath made Rayia shiver when Lester applied his lips to her clit licking and sucking her gently running his finger softly over her hard nipples made Raya scream out loud for more of Lester’s touch pinning Rayia’s leg behind her head Lester lick her pussy causing Raya to squirt into Lester’s mouth. Try to push Lester’s head away from her clit Raya moved her hips slowly so she would squirt even harder with the next wave of orgasms that was to follow shortly after. Lester rubbed his huge cock head over Raya’s clit nonstop Raya moaned and squirted as hard as she could. Now Lester said let’s see how you handle getting fisted pouring baby oil all over his hands Lester slid his whole hand inside of Rayia’s tight pussy slowly going in and out letting Raya get past the pain. Now picking up the paste Lester started to go faster Raya’s body shook nonstop faster and faster Lester went the more Raya squirted pulling his hand out slowly Lester plunged his huge cock deep into Rayia’s pussy. He is not giving Raya time to finish her orgasm, pounding her pussy so fast Raya squirt seven times back to back.

Long stroking Raya just made it worst now Raya is speaking in tongues but Lester till long dicked her down any way till finally, Lester came inside her causing her to shake uncontrollably still speaking in tongues Raya was out of it, so Lester claimed her down and cuddled with her till they both drifted off to sleep. The next day Raya and Carly went to the mall her dad Lester had work he had to finish, so he dropped them off, Carly and Raya spent the day shopping and trying on clothing Carly was in the dressing room taking off her panties to try on the new ones she bought bending over to sild them up. Carly showed off her massive pussy a security officer walking by looking down saw panties on the floor, so Roy opened the door which Carly forgot to lock walking in Roy saw her bending over to take off her new panties damn Roy said that’s one big pussy I would love to suck that shit. Carly tried to cover herself but stopped after he had already seen her pussy out sorry Roy said, but your body is sexy Roy told Carly would you like to taste me she asked for real Roy said yes but take it easy on me I’m a virgin you know. Locking the door, Roy walked over to Carly lifting her off her feet and standing her on the bench Carly opened her legs slowly to give Roy access to her clit. Roy sucked Carly slowly as Roy did, so Carly moaned softly I never had a jamcan man lick my pussy before Carly said, but Roy’s mouth was full with Carly’s huge clit in it. Grabbing Roy by his dreads, Carly face fucked him right in front of the camera sucking and licking Carly fast now she squirmed as she was about to cum. Stopping Roy pulled his enormous cock out slipped it right into Carly’s wet cum soaked pussy. Carly screamed as Roy had about eighteen inches of dick he was pounding on her with tears flowing down Carly’s face, but the excitement of getting fucked right in the dressing room with people and the camera looking at them made her pussy that much wetter fucking Carly deep made her cum so fearlessly. I want to suck your dick Carly told Roy after she squirted cum all over his huge cock dropping to her knees Carly tried to fit all of Roy’s massive cock into her mouth, but it was just too big for her to do so. But Carly did put one hell of a head job on Roy’s dick head tho she worked Roy head so good he came so hard cum shot out of Carly’s nose. Taking his cock rally deep down Carly’s throat Roy came again and again damn Roy said wow that was good. As they got dressed and kissed Roy gave Carly his number And said call me any time my queen Carly grabbed Roy taking him back into the dressing room and riding his dick again damn I love this dick Carly told Roy. Roy’s stroke was so powerful it made Carly’s legs shake constantly fucking the shit out of Carly Roy bend her over and fucked her ass intensely Carly screamed and didn’t care who could hear her holding Carly by both of her wrists Roy long stroked her tight asshole making Carly shit the floor around them. O I’m about to cum again Roy said as he fucked Carly ass faster finally Roy shot his sperm right inside Carly’s asshole filling her up good pulling their pants back up and walking off Carly left her panties on the floor as well see as they were soaked in shit. Raya came just in time to see Carly walking funny as she exited the dressing room what have you been doing she asked will tell you later right now we have to get something to eat stomach is killing me. (Hi, this is Raya and Carly if you would like to read more of our hot slutty sex stories then smash that like button and our writer will bring you more of our sexy sex stories. Thank you for reading.)

Me, My Daughter, and the Motel — Chapter I: A Dark and Stormy Night

Introduction:

When a snowstorm blankets the highways and halts traffic, Mitchell and his daughter take refuge in a motel to wait it out until daybreak. As the snow gets deeper, their desires get darker and begin to run amok.Traffic had begun to slow to a crawl as I made my way through the icy sheets falling from the sky. I stared out my dashboard window, intent on seeing what was in front of me. Unfortunately, I could hardly see past the blinding snow whirling around the car. It felt like I was flying the Millennium Falcon through hyperspace, and I knew it was every bit as dangerous.

Snow covered the road., camouflaging it in with the rest of the landscape. Fortunately, the shadows my headlamps cast in the ditches gave me at least some indication of where the edge of the road was. That, and this road was anything but unfamiliar. I’d driven it many times. Hell, in good weather I could probably almost do it blindfolded, I’d driven it so much the past several years.

There was a good set of winter tires underneath me, so that upped my advantage some. Still, one false move, or one misjudgment about where the centre of the road was, and I would end up in disaster. I persevered, though. I’d promised my daughter that, rain or shine, I’d come pick her up every other weekend. I wasn’t about to lose out on time with my daughter over a few glistening flakes.

Since I’d divorced her mother, I’d always been diligent on making the journey every two weeks. Honestly, I didn’t actually have to anymore. Sophie was an adult, having turned eighteen a few month ago. She could come and go as she pleased and there was no such thing as visitation rights anymore. But, we still kept up the habit since she was still in high school and living with her mother. It seemed like pittance, really – Sophie would only spend three days out of fourteen with me – so I made the most of it. She always expected me around the same time, but tonight I warned her I’d probably be a little late.

As it was, I only felt comfortable doing 40 or 50mph on the highway. The great Northwest was notorious for bad weather, but this severe system that Canada had sent our way wasn’t going down without a fight. So, deal I must.

I was already forty-five minutes late when I crested the hill and looked over at the town she had moved to with her mother. It usually only took ten minutes to get there from this point, but tonight was anyone’s guess. I let out a sigh of relief, glad to see the streetlamps, even if still a long ways off. A moment later, my cell phone started to ring. I looked down and saw it was my daughter calling. Reaching down to its perch in the cup holder, I half-blindly turned it on, setting it to speaker.

“Hey, Angel!” I answered, using the pet name I’ve had for her since she was a child.

Sophie’s voice flooded the otherwise silent car. “Hi, Daddy!” she replied. “Are you still on your way?”

“Yeah, I am,” I let her know. “I’m looking at town now.”

There was a slight pause. Her voice filled with astonishment. “Really? It’s so bad out there! I’m almost surprised you made it.”

“I wouldn’t miss a weekend with you for anything, Sophie,” I reassured her. “Not even a bit of snow.”

She scoffed. “A bit of snow? Dad, it’s a blizzard. A bad one, too!”

“It’s all good, Angel.”

We chatted briefly for another moment before I excused myself so that I could watch the road. Another fifteen minutes and pulled up in front of her mother’s house. Bracing myself for the blast of frosty air, I booked it toward the back door. Sophie was already there waiting for me as I brushed the snow from my clothes.

“Hi, Daddy!” she cheered, embracing me, not caring about the residual snowflakes adorning my jacket. “Glad you made it! How were the roads?”

“Awful,” I admitted frankly. “But, if you take them nice and slow, they’re doable. I just can’t believe the snow plows aren’t out yet.”

“About time you got here, Mitchell,” chimed in a voice from around the corner. I knew all too well whom it belonged to. Sophie’s mother entered the kitchen. “Not exactly your best time.”

I grimaced, breathing deeply to control my responses. If there was one thing I hated above almost all others, it was getting into it with my ex in front of my daughter. That wasn’t something I wanted her to see. She had seen enough of it when the two of us were still together. It was a calculated tactic, too. Sophie already didn’t get along well with her mother. Seeing her mother’s vindictive attitude toward me without a reaction on my end helped to solidify that animosity. Sophie could clearly see that I was trying to be the bigger person – although, I admit, perhaps my motives weren’t entirely admirable.

With concerted effort, I answered calmly, “Well…in case you haven’t noticed, there is a crap-ton of snow out there tonight.”

“And that’s an excuse how?” she shot back. “You’d think you would maybe left earlier so you could arrive on time.”

I really didn’t see how the woman didn’t realize just how “Yes, that would have been ideal. Unfortunately, I do have work responsibilities that I need to fulfill, and couldn’t get away early enough to make a difference.” “I’m here now, though.” I turned to Sophie before her mother could come up with some other smart remark. “Ready, Angel?”

She gestured to her suitcase in return. “All set!” Sophie turned and grabbed her coat and put on a pair of boots as I picked up her luggage. I caught her mother’s eyes and bid her farewell. She in turn only stood there with her arms folded. “We’ll see you Sunday evening,” I mentioned as I walked out the door.

Sophie said her goodbyes as well and a moment later we were out at the car. “Wow, there’s a lot of snow out here! It doesn’t look like this much inside,” she commented.

“Yeah, and the little bit of wind makes it all the worse to drive in,” I observed, feeling the strong breeze wash over my face. “It’s just below the freezing point, too, so it melts as soon as it hits the road, then freezes, making it icy and slippery.”

“I’m glad you’re the one driving,” Sophie laughed.

I chuckled in response, and put her bag in the back seat. We took our places in the front and we were off. As we left, I took one last glance at the house. My ex stood there in the living room window – sure enough, with her arms still folded defensively.

Before long, we were out on the highway again. In the thirty minutes between arriving on this stretch of road and now travelling on it in the opposite direction, it seemed to have gotten twice as bad. Snow stuck to every square inch, and I slowed down even more than I had on my initial journey. Sophie plugged in her iPod, and started off playing some music for us to enjoy as we drove. The musical distraction provided me some relief and I relaxed, even lessening my grip on the wheel.

“So, how’s school?” I asked my daughter. “Your senior year turning out to be everything you hoped it would be?”

“It’s ok,” she answered. “I hate English, but that’s nothing new.”

I raised an eyebrow, daring to take my eyes off the road and look in her direction. “But you do so well at it!” I insisted.

“Doesn’t mean I like it,” Sophie laughed. “It just means I’m really good at BSing my way through essays and making it sound coherent.”

I laughed. That pretty much sounded like any English class that I’d ever taken. “Partying hard?” I pressed.

She shot me a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you’re actually encouraging that.”

“As long as you don’t party too hard, I see no problem with it,” I jokingly advised. “You’re an adult now. There’s not much I can do to discipline you if you want to explore your more adventurous side.”

I’d come to grips with my daughter turning 18. It was just one of those things. She was my only child, and I’d probably always be the protective father, but now it was time to let her spread her wings. Even I had to admit that my daughter was a beautiful girl. She was slender, wavy blonde hair, light brown eyes. I’d come to realize more and more every time I saw her that the time I was afraid for was at hand; suitors would be lining up to come knocking and I had to be ok with that – as long as they weren’t knocking her up.

Sophie muttered an agreeing response. “They’re ok, too. I don’t go out much,” she confessed. “I’ve got a lot of dancing rehearsals with the show coming up in a couple months.”

“Right! That makes sense.” We settled into a conversation about her exploits in dance while the snow danced and blew past us outside.

The night was dark. Hardly a vehicle was seen on the road. That was unusual, since this was a relatively well-travelled highway. Then again, this storm was sure to ground a number of travellers, whatever their business. The thought had begun to settle into my mind, too, but where to stop for the night was another question.

A chime rung out. Sophie dug into her purse and pulled out her phone. Opening the message, she announced, “It’s from Mom.” My focus was narrowed on the road, but I kept my ear open for any new information. My daughter made a slight growl. “She sent a link to a travel advisory. The police want people to stay off the road tonight and only travel if they have to.”

“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” I mumbled, though Sophie still heard me. She grimaced a smile sympathetically. “Do you think we should stop? We’re only an hour from home.”

“Mom’s worried.”

With a slight tone of sarcasm, I answered, “That doesn’t surprise me, either.”

“Dad,” she chided me gently.

“Well…it doesn’t,” I confirmed. I took a breath and sighed. “But…I’ve kind of been thinking about it. It’s really getting bad out here. The fastest I’ve been going is forty.”

Sophie sighed quietly. “So we’re more than an hour away.”

“Yeah, I guess,” I huffed softly. I’d been thinking in terms of just miles. My daughter was right. It was certainly going to take longer at this rate. “Maybe more like an hour and a half or two if this crap keeps up.”

“Yeah, I don’t think it’s letting up any time soon. At least that’s what this weather report says,” she relayed, scrolling through her phone again. “Apparently the plows are out, but this highway isn’t the highest on their list. But they say it’ll probably be done by morning.”

I nodded. The thought of stopping for the night when we could conceivably make it wasn’t appealing, but whenever I’d let my pride rule my life before, it didn’t always turn out well. “Yeah, we should stop,” I surrendered. I looked over. My daughter’s face seemed to relax a little and an appreciative smile spread across her lips. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable being a passenger on these roads as I was being a driver. “We’ll see what’s in the next town, ok?”

“Ok,” she agreed.

Another few miles and a small farming town came into view. It was a place I usually just zoomed past without a second thought. I knew there was a small roadside cafe, but that was it. The place didn’t even have a gas station that I knew of. I was about to drive on to the next town when Sophie noticed a motel just up one of the roads. I thought it was a relatively inconvenient spot, or at least not particularly ideal for getting business, but I was just glad she’d seen it.

We pulled up to the office. I got out and faced the weather. It was getting noticeably worse. There was more snow, more wind, and the temperature was dropping. I ran inside, the bells on the door chiming my arrival. The office was at least well-kept, so that was encouraging.

A slender, middle-aged man soon walked up from the living quarters behind. “Good evening, sir!” he greeted me. “Ducking out of the storm, too, are you?”

I laughed. “Yeah, what was your first clue?”

He smirked in reply and started getting out the necessary items for “It’s pretty bad out there,” he chuckled. I was just reading the weather report and it doesn’t surprise me that we’ve pretty much got a full house tonight.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I was going to try and make it, but it’s just not letting up. Guess I’m not the only one with the same idea.”

“Mm-hm… In fact…with you, it is a full house,” he frowned, looking over his system. “Looks like I’ve only got one more room available.”

“Well, as long as it’s warm, I’ll take it,” I chuckled again.

“Sounds good,” he laughed lightly. “Can I get your name?”

“Mitchell,” I told him.

“Alright,” he said, recording the information on the computer. “It’s got one queen bed, and as for being warm, it’s adequate, but the thermostat doesn’t work well in that room. The part came in the other day, but I haven’t had a chance to replace it yet. You can crank it as high as you want, but it only keeps the room about 60 or 65, 70 if it’s having a good day. That’s why it’s our room of last resort.”

I considered it for a moment, but realized I didn’t have much of a choice. My hesitation must have been plainly visible. The owner lowered his face a bit.

“Will that be ok? I’ve discounted the room because of it.”

One other detail suddenly struck me. “Only one queen, you said?”

“Yes, that’s right,” he nodded.

I scowled a bit. “No other place in town, huh?”

He shook his head. “No. Sorry, sir. The closest places are thirty-five miles east, or twenty-five if you’re going west.”

“Yeah, we just came from the west,” I grumbled. Options were severely limited, and I knew that Sophie wouldn’t want to travel any more tonight if we could help it. In the end, I relented. “Alright, one queen it is.”

“I take it there are two of you?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Alright, well for the inconvenience of both the heater and the bed, I’ll take it down a bit more. How’s that?”

I agreed. We struck a very reasonable price, and I paid and received the key before returning to the car. My daughter was playing and tapping away on her phone when I opened the door and sat down. “Well…we’ve got a room.” She looked at me skeptically, noting the unsteadiness of my voice. “Couple things, though. First, there’s only one bed. Second, the heater works, but not well.”

“Well, it’s going to be better than sleeping out there,” she insisted, pointing out the window. I chuckled an agreement and pulled up in front of our room. Carrying Sophie’s luggage inside, my daughter followed me into our small abode for the night just as the ‘no’ light up on the motel sign to indicate all the rooms were booked.

Inside, it was clean and comfortable. It wasn’t a five-star hotel, to be sure, but the room was certainly far from dingy or run-down. It had the amenities that were necessary: a TV, the broken heater, a small kitchenette in the back corner beside the bathroom, and there, in the centre of the room, was the queen bed.

I put the suitcase down on the floor beside it. “Well, let’s make ourselves at home, I guess,” I said, closing the door and taking off my shoes, then turning on the heater for all it was worth.

Sophie joined me. Moments later, she took her toiletries bag and some comfier clothes into the bathroom. I sat on the bed and turned on the TV. Beside me, in my daughter’s purse, her phone chimed again. I raised an eyebrow and looked toward the bathroom door. She was in there, doing whatever, so I decided to be the nosy dad and check what was happening in the device.

I soon met with disappointment. I shouldn’t have been surprised. The phone was locked with a password, but the home screed showed that her friend, Grace, had texted. They’d been friends since childhood, and had both been devastated when Sophie went to live with her mother over a hundred miles away.

Every weekend I had my daughter, the pair usually did something together. Often, it was for almost the entire weekend as they regularly had sleepovers. Try as I might to spend time with her as her father, over the years, more and more of Sophie’s time was spent with Grace. I tried hard not to be too jealous. I realized friends were also important – though, at times, it did seem like my daughter was slipping away. It looked like another weekend where I might not see Sophie as much as I was hoping.

I slipped Sophie’s phone back into her purse and closed it. A few minutes later, Sophie walked out, ready for bed. She wore a pair of pyjama pants, complimented with a shirt she’d had for about five or six years – and looked about just as many sizes too small. A considerable ring of midriff peeked out from between my daughter’s pants and shirt, showing a few inches of her strong, tight tummy. I swear, I could have bounced a quarter off her abs if she were lying down.

It was the gripping nature of her white shirt that really got me, though. Her full, C-sized teenage breasts were as good as exposed. It was unmistakably evident that she wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. They bounced as she walked with that slight jiggle that only a youthful body can produce. Cleavage smiled above her neck line, an inviting chasm for my eyes to get lost in. Her nipples, sensitive to the cool air in the room, were poking straight through the fabric.

For whatever reason, I found myself caught up, staring at Sophie’s provocative skin and accentuated breasts. She had a delicious figure, one that every guy hopes to have as a conquest. Then, I realized what I was doing, and gave my head a shake and looked away before she noticed. Sitting up, I announced that I was going to get ready for bed myself. “Can I borrow your toothpaste, Angel?” I asked her.

She looked at me with a puzzled expression. “Do you have a toothbrush?”

“No, but I’m just going to gargle a little with water like mouthwash,” I explained, and she congenially agreed.

In the bathroom, I gave myself a long, hard look. I stared deeply into my own eyes, wondering just what the hell had possessed me to look at my daughter with lustful eyes like that exactly. She was a beautiful girl. This I knew. But, she was also my daughter. Maturing though she was, this was the most illicit thought I’d ever had about her. I certainly didn’t want any more.

I shook my head again, attributing my brief lack of self-control to not having had a woman with me for over two years now. I’d been divorced nearly eight, and I’d had a few relationships, but nothing recent. My work was my life, and often took over it. That was another reason I looked forward to these weekends: I scheduled nothing job-related on them so that I could actually relax and enjoy the time with my daughter, giving her my full attention.

I quickly got ready for bed and walked out the door. Sophie was already comfortable in the bed, slid over to one side. I smiled. “You can have the bed, Angel,” I permitted. This had actually been my plan all along. Now, with the lustful thought from seeing her midriff still burning in my head, I wanted to keep away from her. If we were in close proximity, there was no telling what other temptations might infiltrate and take root.

Sophie frowned. “Are you sure, Daddy?” she inquired directly. “There’s lots of room for both of us.”

“Yeah,” I answered quickly, walking to the closet. Fortunately, there were some extra blankets and I pulled out a couple for myself. “I’ll just sleep on the floor. I’ll be alright.”

My daughter shrugged as I set up an area to sleep on. “I tried turning up the heat all the way,” she announced, “but it’s still just blowing cold air.”

“Yeah, the guy said that’s what happens,” I confirmed while arranging the blankets to give me a little cushion on the floor. “He said he has the part to fix it, just hasn’t done it yet.”

“Oh.”

With nothing more to really do, we decided that it was best to get some sleep so we could set out early in the morning. I shut off the TV. Sophie took care of the lights and curled up in her blankets. She was looking at me in the dark room, and I felt a little self-conscious since I needed to undress a little.

“Turn around,” I admonished her gently. “I need to get ready for bed, too, and I don’t have something to really sleep in like you do.”

“Oh, right,” she giggled, rolling over. “Sorry, Dad. I won’t look.”

I removed my pants, socks and shirt, reducing myself to only my undershirt and boxers, and laid down on the floor. It wasn’t the most comfortable location I’d ever slept in – I didn’t think this carpet even had underlay beneath it – but I made do.

“Goodnight, Dad,” came Sophie’s voice from over the bed.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I answered her.

After what seemed like forever, my thoughts had just begun to drift away when Sophie’s voice interrupted my rest. “Daddy?” she asked quietly. “Are you still awake?”

I snorted a little as I drew in a breath to reply. “Barely,” I answered.

“Sorry,” she giggled softly. “I was just wondering…are you really ok there on the floor?”

I opened up my eyes. My daughter was staring at me over the edge of the bed. Her curly, blonde hair fell like an inviting canopy of vines from overhead. I couldn’t quite see her eyes in the darkness, but from what I could make out, I knew they were looking at me imploringly. I had no doubt that she wore that pouty smile that she always did when she was trying to butter me up before asking for something.

“It’s alright. It’ll be ok for the night,” I confirmed, slowly shutting my eyes again.

“Because I’m kinda cold.”

My eyes darted open again. I looked up at her. “Do you want me to get you another blanket?”

“No…” she whispered.

In my chest, my heart skipped a beat, and made up for it with the next one. I swear the thud was loud enough to be heard in the next room. “Do you want me to tinker with the heater to see if I can get it to work?”

“No…” she whispered again.

I was stuck. I figured I knew what she wanted, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it – least of all without hearing it explicitly from her mouth. I wasn’t going to assume. Plus, I was certainly dressed compromisingly. Combine that with the thoughts that had permeated my head earlier, and I knew that it had a potential to be a paternal disaster.

Nevertheless, the primal beast inside me began to growl. I knew exactly what it wanted, and I had to keep it chained and locked away.

“Can you come cuddle me, Daddy? At least until I fall asleep?” Sophie pleaded sweetly.

Now, it was smiling mockingly at me.

“Sophie…” I tried to deter her, desperate to deter her. “I’m in only my underwear, Angel. That’s not exactly appropriate.”

She took a second to respond. “I know, but it’s just this one night. And it’s cold,” she reasoned. “We can make an exception. Right?”

“I…” I could feel my resistance slipping away. “I guess…”

I could see her smile, even in the black room. She pulled away from the edge, as if inviting me into the bed with her. I sat up, rubbing my face, admonishing myself to keep level-headed and calm. This was only to keep her warm. She wasn’t some woman that I was trying to woo. My desires had to be kept in check.

And yet, I wondered if my manly instincts would obey.

Climbing beneath the covers, I slid up beside my daughter. Sophie was facing the window, so I fitted myself behind her, becoming the big spoon. She lifted her head so that I could get one arm beneath her neck, and I brought my hand to her shoulder. My other arm wrapped around her abdomen. I could feel her skin. Her shirt seemed to rise higher than when I’d seen it. I squeezed my eyes, fighting hard to avoid any unbecoming thoughts from bubbling to the surface.

With a deep breath, I hugged my daughter against my chest. She relaxed, holding my arm around her shoulders. I knew she was smiling. Despite it being my daughter, and knowing that I probably shouldn’t be enjoying this, it honestly felt good to have a woman’s softness in my arms again.

“Mm…you’re so warm, Daddy,” she murmured gratefully. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Angel,” I answered with trepidation. “Just…don’t tell anyone about this, ok?”

“I won’t,” she agreed quietly.

I cleared my throat a bit. “As far as anyone else knows, I slept on the floor,” I insisted. “Ok?”

My daughter turned her head to look at me. Damn, she was beautiful – and here in my arms! I felt a warm rush flood my veins. I knew where my physical senses were heading. I mentally cut them off, thwarting anything more.

Sophie studied me. “What are you afraid of, Dad?” she asked.

I grinned lopsidedly. “Some people would question whether it’s…proper.”

Her shoulders fell. She returned my expression with a similar one. “I know.” 

“That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I know.”

I rested my forehead on the side of her head. “Let’s just go to sleep, ok?” I quietly suggested in her ear.

Sophie nestled into my arms a bit more snugly. “Ok, Daddy…”

My emotions were smouldering. Like a pile of embers, the coals of lust burned deeply within, threatening to burst into flames should any more fuel be added. For the moment, I had my desire locked down. I could contain it. As long as nothing more happened, I could maintain control.

For a long time, we laid there together – father and daughter, probably far closer physically than advisable. I was just beginning to think I could relax, fall asleep, forget about this compromising moment and never mention it again, when Sophie moved. She adjusted her legs, pushing her perfect, succulent little bum against my groin.

That did it.

My eyes shot open. Blood surged into my manly digit, filling it, growing it to its full seven inches. There was no stopping things now. My erection grew involuntarily, no matter how much I tried to force down the urge to mate. My breathing was shaky as I looked at my daughter resting comfortably beside me. I could only hope and pray that she was sound asleep.

Then she took a deep breath. A smile crept across her face as she turned her head in my direction. “Dad…” she giggled quietly, “…what’s that?”

Feigning ignorance, I answered, “What’s what?”

She pushed her round, teenage butt against me again. There was no way she didn’t feel the hardness between my legs. I knew I was caught.

“That,” she identified.

“Um…” I choked softly, trying to come up with an excuse. I failed. “I’m…I’m sorry, Angel.”

Slowly, Sophie turned over to look at me in the eye. She was still smirking. “Is that because of me?”

“No, it’s because of me,” I grumbled in frustration.

Sophie raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“I…I haven’t been with a woman in over two years, Sophie. It’s kind of taking its toll,” I admitted. “And then…when you invited me into bed…” I stuttered, looking desperately for an exit. “Damn it, I was worried about this happening. Sophie, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…”

I started to pull away, but my daughter wasn’t having it. She grabbed my body and moved right along with me, not letting me escape. I stopped struggling, trying to figure out why exactly she would persist.

“It’s ok, Dad,” she insisted. “It’s natural, right?”

Her words caught me by surprise. “Yeah, I…” I scrambled for words, “I…guess so. But you’re my daughter, Angel,” I fought back. “It’s not right for me to think about you that way.”

“Maybe.”

I lowered my eyes at her. “It’s not, Sophie,” I scolded tenderly.

“Maybe…” she repeated.

We laid there for a moment, just looking at each other. I knew she wasn’t done. There was more behind those tender, brown eyes of hers. I readied myself for whatever onslaught she could contrive next.

“Why haven’t you been dating?”

I have to admit, that one caught me a little off guard, too. “I…I don’t know,” I tried to parry. “I work a lot. I’m also 48, Angel. I kinda think my dating days are past. I guess…I guess I just don’t see myself as an attractive enough man anymore.”

“Are you kidding me?” she half shrieked. “Dad, you’re totally a handsome guy! My friends bug me all the time. You’re over six feet, right?”

“Yeah. 6’2”.” I confirmed, taking a breath, readying myself to strike back. “But…seriously, this husky body? I weigh 240, Angel. That’s not exactly fit.”

“But you carry it so well! You’re a strong and built man. You have just the right amount of hair on you. Do you know how many girls love the dad bod look?” she attacked mercilessly. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her next words hit me hard. “I’m one of them.”

I’d heard of women enjoying that kind of figure on a man, but I could scarcely believe it – until now. My own daughter thought I was an attractive man? That had to count for something, as long as she wasn’t just putting me on.

Sophie took her hand off my chest. Suddenly, under the covers, I felt her shirt disappearing under my fingers. More and more of her skin fell prey to my touch as she tugged her shirt up her body. My hand felt like lead, too heavy to move away. It was stuck there. When my whole hand was on her bare side, she brought the shirt back down, over my hand, housing it inside her clothing.

“You can touch me, Dad,” she promised. “You need it. I understand. I’m ok with it.”

“Sophie…” I gasped breathlessly, hardly daring to believe that my own daughter was offering herself to me. “I shouldn’t, Angel… It’s not right…”

“I want you to.”

Her hand came back, touched my chest, then followed my body down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick manhood inside. I shivered and closed my eyes as first her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a woman’s soft hand pleasure me.

“If you really thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Daddy.”

I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe it was depraved and unwholesome. Maybe sharing this moment with my own daughter was the most immoral thing I could possibly do. But she was right, I didn’t think so. Not anymore. Right now, all I wanted to do was indulge in this intimate love together.

My eyes opened up again as Sophie’s fingers searched for the opening on my boxers. Finally, they found it, pulling my rigid erection out of the hole. My daughter took it in her hand. Meanwhile, my hand dug deeper into her shirt. I found her breasts. Sophie closed her eyes for a second, moaning lightly as I started to fondle them and play with her nipples.

“Daddy…”

“Oh…Angel…” I moaned softly. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt my daughter’s warm fingers wrap around my rigid flesh. They slid up and down, aided by the slick lubricant that was trickling profusely from the tip of my manly rod. “I don’t want to…” I stopped short. What was truly the end of that sentence?

“Don’t want to what?”

“I don’t want to stop you…”

“I know, Dad…”

“Oh…Sophie…!” I looked at her again, a renewed lust burning in my eyes. “It’s been SO long…!”

“Then enjoy it, Dad…” she purred. “This is my gift to you tonight. I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too, Angel…!”

And with that, I leaned in and kissed her – hard, with feeling and passion. She kissed me back. Using my arm that was still around her, I pulled Sophie close, not letting her go. Our lips tangoed together, rubbing back and forth. Our tongues tussled between our lips. My daughter’s mouth tasted delicious, like the flavour of bread and honey. I couldn’t get enough.

Sophie’s teenage hand rubbed my manhood hard, feeding the fire of my deepest animal yearning. I groaned in my throat. “Mm…ohhh… Oh, Sophie…!”

“Do you want more, Daddy?” she offered.

I looked into her eyes. “Yes!” I growled. My hands found her shirt. She sat up as I pulled the clothing off her young, eighteen-year-old body. I tossed it on the floor. Her incredible breasts hung there on her chest. I leaned in. “I want these, too, Angel,” I demanded, starting to devour them.

My daughter fell back onto the bed, allowing me full access to her gorgeous chest. I squeezed and coddled them with my hands. I licked and sucked, listening to Sophie whimper from the pleasure. She was breathing hard. I didn’t let up until I’d had my fill.

“It feels so good, Dad…”

I kissed my way back up her chest and found her mouth. Our lips melted together in forbidden love. I kissed my daughter aggressively, pushing her head down into her pillow. Sophie’s arms wrapped around me, holding me to her. I let my weight fall on her, pinning her to the bed. I wanted my daughter so badly, more than I’d ever wanted a woman before.

“Oh, my daughter!” I snarled into her ear. “You are just sexy as hell, Angel!”

“And I think you should dress to match me, Dad,” she insisted, pulling at my shirt.

I lifted myself up, letting her remove my undershirt, then laid back down on top of her. I could feel her plush breasts against my broad chest, her small body beneath mine. My hands ran the length of my daughter’s half-naked body, feeling her smooth, feminine skin. I found her hands. With all my strength, I grabbed my daughter’s wrists and pinned them to the bed beside her before diving at the tender skin on her neck. I kissed her over and over.

“Ohhh…Daddy…!” she surrendered to me. Sophie tilted her chin up to give me all access to her skin.

I kissed her one more time on the lips and looked deeply into her beautiful brown eyes. “You’re mine tonight, Baby Girl!”

Sophie tensed up as I inched my way back down her body, my lips leaving no contour unexplored. I could feel my daughter’s body shake and tremble, anticipating what’s coming next. She relinquished her control, trusting me, and I would never give her reason to fear. My lips danced with her nipples again. She moaned, begging me for more.

Then, I heard her newest desire. “Dad…!” she whimpered. “I want to make you cum.”

I looked at her, she at me. We both smiled. Slowly, I let go of her wrists and laid back on the bed. My solid rod was still poking through my shorts. My daughter retrieved some lotion from her purse and then came back to make good on her promise.

“Take my boxers off, Angel,” I ordered.

My daughter did as she was told and tossed them away, kneeling beside me. As I lay there naked, I just admired her eighteen-year-old body. My fingertips slowly explored her skin. Every curve was divine. Her softness was perfect. The shape of her young, dancer figure was flawless. I smiled in appreciation as I watched her move into position.

Sophie applied a generous glob of lotion to her palm and took my phallic tool in her hand again. She squeezed hard. I moaned in pure pleasure. Her sure touch as she spread the lubricant along all seven inches of my shaft was incredible. She smiled beautifully, evidently honoured to serve her father.

“Oh, Sophie… Ohhh…Angel…!” I breathed heavily, basking in her touch. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, just like that… Mmmm…”

My daughter giggled as she slid her hand up and down. I lay there, gripping the bed sheets and moaning her name. Perhaps it was just because of how taboo the whole situation was, but I couldn’t remember anything more erotic than watching her pleasure me. But I wasn’t finished yet.

Half sitting up, I grabbed the back of her head, pulling her downward. “Suck on it, Angel…” I commanded without hesitation. “I want to feel your mouth on me, Sophie…”

She looked at me with a little surprise, but she soon smiled. “Ok, Daddy,” she submitted. She bowed herself closer to me. “I might be bad at this.”

“You’ve never given a blowjob before?”

Sophie shook her head.

“Just nice and slow, Angel. I’ll let you know if you need to change something,” I guided her. I smiled. “No teeth.”

My daughter giggled and closed her lips around the bulging head of my penis. She started to suck and bob her head up and down. Immediately I groaned and fell back on the pillow behind me. “Ohhh…Angel…!” I moaned loudly. “Yes, Baby Girl…oh, yes…!”

Sophie’s young mouth knew exactly what to do. My daughter was a natural! I stroked her naked back up and down until finally grabbing the back of her head. I wove my fingers into her hair, keeping her in place. The pleasure was growing. I knew it wouldn’t be long before my release arrived.

“Sophie…oh, Sophie…oh, my daughter… Mmmm…!” I grunted heavily. Then, that old familiar rush flooded my senses. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. My body tensed up. “Angel…keep going…! I’m gonna cum…!” I warned her. “Oh…don’t stop, Baby Girl…!”

With a mighty spasm, my sexual digit launched its thick juice into my daughter’s mouth. She gagged a second, recovering just in time for the next one, which she was ready for, then the next, and then the next. Through it all, she performed perfectly, still sucking and massaging my manhood with her lips and tongue.

“Oh…Sophie…” I heaved as my body relaxed from the experience.

My daughter lifted her head. My viscous offering dribbled down her chin. She smacked her lips, a generous amount still sitting in her mouth. “Oo I whallow ih?” she mumbled around the white slime.

“You can swallow it. It’s not going to hurt you,” I reassured her, reaching for the tissues beside the bed. “Or you can spit it into—” I looked back just in time to see my daughter close her mouth and send the load down her throat. “Oh, damn, Sophie… You swallowed your dad’s cum. That was hot as hell!” I offered her a few tissues to clean her face.

A wide smile crossed her lips as she bit her tongue. “Was that ok, Daddy?” she asked, wiping away the residue.

I shook my head in disbelief that she would ask such an absurd question. “That was incredible, Angel. More than I could have ever bargained for.”

She laughed again. I sat up, kissed her, then pushed her to the bed. I crawled in front of my daughter and grabbed her pants. “Now it’s your turn, Angel,” I proffered.

Her face lit up in joy, realizing what I was about to do for her. “Really, Daddy?” she squealed with delight.

“What kind of father would I be if I didn’t return the favour my daughter so willingly performed?” I insisted. Her pants and underwear flowed down her legs with ease, and I tossed them aside with all our other clothing.

A generous tuft of hair adorned my daughter’s pubic mound. I wasn’t surprised. She’d never had a reason to get rid of it. I ran my hands up and down her sexy, nude body. It made her sigh in relaxation. As I crawled between her toned, shapely legs, I looked up into her eyes.

“Have you ever done anything sexual?” I asked her.

Sophie shook her head. “Mm-mm…” she denied. “This is all new to me, Daddy.”

I smiled. My daughter had kept herself innocent, and it ended up being for me. “I would have thought you’d have done lots of things with the guys at your school, being a dancer and all.”

“They’ve tried to get in my pants,” she giggled. “But I just haven’t felt ready. Or comfortable. Until tonight, here with you, Dad.”

“Then I’m going to make sure it’s all worth your while, Angel,” I promised her. “Enjoy this, Sophie.” My daughter grinned.

I closed the distance. My lips touched her sacred entrance. Slowly, I kissed her treasure with more and more pressure. I heard her moan lightly. I used a little more effort. She whimpered in pleasure. When my tongue started to flap against her velvety lips, suddenly my daughter tensed up uncontrollably.

“Oh, Daddy…” she cooed, her hands finding my head to urge me on.

I started to eat her tender, young flower with more effort. Her muscles twitched as I stimulated them. My daughter’s juice began to leak out. I chased the droplets, letting them flow over my tongue. Sophie’s nectar was delicious, like water from the sweetest spring, and I drank gladly.

“Ohhh…Dad…! Daddy, that feels so good…! Nngh…nngh…oh, yeah…!” my daughter cringed above me. “More, Daddy…! Mmmm…more…!”

Deeper and deeper I dug into her sacred crevice. Sophie grabbed the headboard with one hand, helping to push her body down the bed, wordlessly pleading for more. I was only too glad to offer my daughter what she wanted. I wanted to spoil her, as I always had, as I always would.

I focused on the stiff, little gem adorning her slit. Sophie grunted in pleasure as my tongue made contact and rubbed hard on her clit. I watched as she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it in her mouth – biting down hard, so she could yell at her leisure – before grabbing the headboard again. I knew it was now or never.

With my daughter screaming for what she wanted so desperately, I focused on her sensitive jewel. Her fingers in my hair gouged my scalp, searching for something to brace her. Sophie’s back arched. The pillow fell from her mouth as she gasped for breath.

“Daddy…Daddy…! Daddy…!” she squeaked with great effort. I knew an orgasm was erupting in her senses. More of her decadent syrup trickled out of her body. Even if this never happened again, I would never forget my daughter’s delicious flavour as long as I lived.

A burst of air exploded from her mouth. Sophie gasped several wild breaths as I slowed my efforts and backed away. “Oh, Daddy… Dad… Dad…!” she panted.

I crawled up over her body, kissing her skin at random. I arrived at her lips. We kissed softly and lovingly. “I hope you enjoyed that, Angel,” I said.

“I did, Dad… That was…incredible…!”

I looked into her radiant eyes. They were aglow with love and admiration. “Your first real orgasm? From a man? “

“Yes…!” she squealed in delight. Sophie wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in. We kissed again with unbridled passion and unity. It felt so good. It felt so natural to kiss her.

Our passion ebbed. “I’m glad I could give it to you,” I grinned.

“So am I! I love you, Daddy!”

“I love you, too, Angel.” With that, we kissed again, though with less intensity this time. It was just a series of tender kisses, ones that were enough to make my heart flutter with affection for my young daughter. “Let’s get dressed and go to sleep,” I suggested.

“Do we have to, Dad?” she pouted a little. “I was kinda hoping just to…sleep naked. So I could feel your skin on mine.”

I smiled, ready to compromise. “How about just in our underwear so we don’t leave too big a mess with anything else that leaks out,” I suggested with a laugh. She agreed.

I put my boxers back on, Sophie replaced her panties. We crawled under the blankets, my arms around her, spooning her and holding her close to me. In all the eighteen-plus years she’d been my child, I could never remember loving her so much. I could feel her warm skin on my chest, slowly moving as she breathed. I planted a few more long kisses on the nape of her neck and on her shoulders. Icy as it may have been outside, cold as it may have been in here with the broken heater, the two of us couldn’t have been warmer.

“Goodnight, Angel,” I whispered softly to my daughter as sleep started to overtake us. I hugged her again. “Sweet dreams.”

Sophie hummed in my embrace. “Hm…you, too, Daddy,” she answered. “I love you!”

“I love you, too, Sophie!”

With heavy eyelids and a flood of endorphins surging through our veins, the night settled in and sleep easily overtook us.

The next morning, I woke up to find Sophie gone. I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes, and realized the shower was running. I sighed as the entire night came rushing back into my awareness.

Had I really just had a sexual encounter with my daughter!?

I continued blinking, rolling onto my back. It couldn’t be. It was entirely illegal. There was no way I would have done that to my daughter…was there? It had to have been all a dream.

One look around the room, seeing the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, told me an entirely different story. It had happened.

In the other room, the shower shut off. Sophie walked out a moment later wrapped in a towel and brushing her hair. We looked at each other. “Morning, Daddy!” she greeted me cheerfully. As she walked to her suitcase, my daughter dropped her cover. Her sexy little teen body was naked again.

I tried to resist looking. I honestly did. It wasn’t right. What we’d done wasn’t right, but she was just too gorgeous not to admire. Slowly, though, my conscience was pricked and I regained control. Rolling away from her, I sat up on the edge of the bed as I rubbed my face. “I wish you wouldn’t do that, Sophie,” I muttered.

“What?” I could hear the confusion in her voice.

I took a deep breath. “Just…drop your towel like that. Be naked around me.”

“Dad,” she playfully scolded. “We saw each other naked last night.”

“I know. That’s the problem.”

There was a long silence that followed. I knew we were both searching for the words to either justify or dismiss our nocturnal activities from only hours ago. None seemed to be forming. I stood up, grabbed a towel of my own, gathered my clothes, and headed for the bathroom without looking back at my daughter. “I’m going for a shower, Sophie. I expect you to be dressed when I come out.”

“Yes, Daddy…” I heard her say solemnly.

Once I was cleaned up and my daughter was packed, I took anything that was ours out to the vehicle. A thick dusting of snow covered everything. On the plus side, it wasn’t overly cold. Sophie filled her mother in on our impromptu stop – of course, leaving out the more incriminating details – and let her know we were on our way again.

We drove down the street to the town’s cafe in silence. We ordered and ate most of our meal in more silence. Finally, I broke it.

I looked about. No one was in ear shot. “Sophie…” I opened cautiously, “…you know what we did was wrong, don’t you?” I asked her.

She nodded without looking up from her meal.

“Are you ashamed?”

That when her brown eyes lifted and met mine. “No, Dad!” she insisted. “It was fun and I love you. I could never be ashamed about that. At least as long as no one else knows. And even then…” her voice trailed off for a second, “…even then only because of what someone else thinks.” I opened my mouth to condemn our actions, but Sophie beat me to more discussion. “I didn’t exactly plan to anything to happen, but when we started cuddling and I felt you getting hard…well…I just kinda got curious. I just thought, what the hell?”

“Sophie…”

“I’m serious, Daddy.”

“But it—” I stopped myself and looked around again. No one was close. “It’s incest, Angel,” I denounced in a harsh whisper. “It’s illegal. It’s just plain wrong.”

“Dad, we didn’t actually have sex,” she insisted. The look on her face was somewhere between defiant and submissive. I couldn’t explain it. There wasn’t a shred of regret in those beautiful brown eyes of hers. It was almost as if she was…proud of what had happened.

“And if we had?” I presented. “Sophie, we got each other off. That’s enough to incur some hefty penalties.” My tone was deep and serious. How could she not be just as if not more upset about this than I was? “Do you realize that if it had happened a few months ago, before your birthday, it would have been considered sexual abuse?”

Her jaw dropped. Sophie’s face shifted to an expression of wound, almost appalled. “You didn’t abuse me, Dad,” she struck back. “Yeah, you were very dominant, but I liked it! I wanted it just as badly as you did. I was horny – just as horny as you.”

Her comment caused me to sigh. She was right. I certainly had been. And if she hadn’t been, it probably wouldn’t have happened.

In a timid voice, she added, “And…I was curious.”

I buried my face in my hands an sighed. “Oh, Sophie…” I mourned and shook my head in dismay before looking at my beautiful daughter again. “We just can’t do it again, ok? We just can’t.”

She nodded. “I know.”

“And we’re never going to talk about it again, either.”

“Alright.”

“It was a one-time thing.”

“Ok, Dad,” she agreed, setting my mind at ease. “But it was still a lot of fun.” She looked at me squarely in the eyes. “And I’m glad I got to share it with you.”

We looked at each other for an endless minute. I loved my daughter so much. I couldn’t dream of hurting her. Obviously, I hadn’t, but…incest was still wrong. However, I couldn’t deny that what we’d shared last night was deeper and more beautiful than I could have ever possibly imagined. 

I reached across the table and took Sophie’s hand. “Me, too, Angel,” I agreed, looking down at our embracing fingers. “Me, too.”

Sophie smiled so widely, I thought her mouth would tear. At least we’d reached an understanding. It was a wonderful experience, one we both treasured – but it was one that must not, under any circumstances, happen again.

We finished our meals, the mood lifting a little bit now that this topic had been addressed. I hoped it was over. Nowhere in my memory did there exist a more sacred sexual experience to me, but that’s all it was now: a memory. Never again would Sophie and I let our dark, forbidden desire overtake us. I’d make sure of it.

We drove east. The plows had been out and the highway had been cleared. I maintained regular highway speeds and we soon arrived at my home – Sophie’s home-away-from-home, as it were. My daughter made herself comfortable as I brought in her effects and set them in her room. It didn’t take her long to call Grace, letting her know we’d arrived.

The girls spent most of the weekend together, including having their regular sleepover. It wasn’t until Sunday afternoon that Sophie and I were able to share a meal and talk as we always had. Fortunately, the subject of Friday night, in our cold motel room, didn’t even come up. It was as if it had been forgotten, or at the very least, placed under lock and key. I was relieved.

We drove back that evening, still talking. All was well until we passed through the town with the motel. As if drawn by some unseen force, both of us stared down the street and looked at the place. There it stood, like a monument to commemorate our sin. I knew we’d both, as long as we lived, remember the illicit love we’d shared whenever we looked at that place again.

Sophie’s voice pierced the silence in the car. “It was fun, Dad.”

I smiled lopsidedly as I looked at the road. “Yeah, it was, Angel.”

My daughter rested her hand on my thigh as I drove. It was dangerously high. This wasn’t a common thing for her. I knew exactly why her hand had appeared there.

I looked over. Sophie was staring at me. “I love you, Daddy,” she pledged tenderly.

“I love you, too, Angel,” I answered with a broad, fatherly smile, and returned my eyes to the road.

Her hand started to slide up my leg. It was just starting to graze my crotch when I decided to reach down and take her hand in mine.

“Sophie…” I denied her. “I said never again.”

She whined a little, not used to having her father deny her what she wanted. “Not even if we have to stop at that motel again?”

“Hopefully we never have to,” I grumbled.

The car was silent a moment. Our hands found a convenient spot on the centre console to rest and stay intertwined. “I’m still curious, Dad,” Sophie announced at last. “There’s lots more you can introduce me to.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you a virgin, Sophie?” I asked, fully expecting the answer to be yes. I wasn’t disappointed with her reply.

“Yes, Daddy,” she acknowledged. “Why? Are you thinking of changing that?”

With a shake of my head, I worked on repelling the idea. It was appealing, I had to admit. It had been a long time since I’d taken a woman’s virginity, but this was also my daughter I was talking about. “I’m trying not to, Angel,” I answered at last.

“Well…we’ll have to see what happens then,” she taunted me, reclining the seat. My daughter closed her eyes and dozed for the rest of the trip to her mother’s house. All the while, we held hands across the centre console.

I snuck several peeks over at her during that last hour or so. Sophie was indeed a sexy young woman. I just shook my head every time, trying vainly to deter the thoughts entering my head. Yes, we had teased each other. Yes, we had pleasured the other that night. No, we couldn’t ever again succumb to our carnal nature together.

But it was insatiably tempting…

And after I dropped her off at her mother’s and headed home, my eyes drifted to the motel once more as I passed it. ‘We couldn’t ever…’ became ‘we shouldn’t ever…’ as my mind considered just how open Sophie was to a deeper, intimate relationship with me. A part of me knew that it may only be a matter of time. But how long could such a secret be kept?

When my phone buzzed with a text message, I quickly opened it as I drove. It was from my daughter. She was standing in her bathroom mirror, naked from the waist up. Her pose was intensely provocative, looking into the camera on her phone with licentious desire. Her perfect, C-sized breasts hung there, jeering at me – so close, yet so far.

Immediately in my pants, my manhood awoke and grew. I wanted her. Sophie knew exactly what this would do to me. She was a tease, and a vicious little one at that! Deep inside me, the fatherly instinct was forgotten. I was just a man now, wanting to take my daughter and pleasure her every moment I could.

The sound of a car horn snapped me back to reality. I’d been drifting into the other lane. I quickly corrected and paid more attention. One way or another, it seemed my daughter was going to be the death of me.

I scowled at my phone. “Damn it, Sophie!” I texted her, cursing her for many reasons.

A moment later, my phone buzzed again. “I love you, Daddy,” she answered with a winky face.

2 Slutty Sisters Part One: Coffeshop Quickie

Introduction:

First of several parts recounting a sexual relationship I had with two young sisters. When I was twenty I moved to Chicago because my girlfriend at the time was moving there to attend Northwestern University. I got a job at a coffee shop in Evanston near her campus and although we broke up pretty soon after it was probably for the best, because this coffee shop was an excellent place to meet young women. The cafe was open until 3 am and it was the only place around that was open after 10pm that wasn’t a bar. As a result we got a lot of undergraduates who would hang out and study all night, as well as high school students who really didn’t have anywhere else to go, and who liked having a safe space to brush shoulders with the college kids. The owner knew her target demographic, and the place was a hip, kinda dirty place with dim lighting, loud music, and lots of big comfy couches – all in all a much cooler place to hang out than the Steak and Shake or Starbucks. 

I could tell a lot of sexy stories about this time in my life, but one of my favorites concerns the two young sisters, Claire and Rachel, whose father owned a restaurant down the block. This guy often had to be doing paperwork late into the night and so his daughters would accompany him and hang out at my cafe with hot cocoas or milk shakes while he worked. Rachel was a teen punk rocker: she would usually be wearing a rainbow of makeup, heavy boots, a short skirt, and t-shirts carefully torn to reveal glimpses of her well developed young body. Rachel would usually spend her time texting on her phone and listening to Pixies or David Bowie. Her younger sister Claire was slim and boyish in all the ways her sister was curvy. Claire was bookish, she had thick glasses and usually wore her long hair pulled back into a pony tail and rarely bothered to change out of her school’s uniform – a plaid skirt and white blouse. She would spend her time at the cafe getting ahead on her homework or with her nose in a novel decidedly more advanced than her curriculum. I developed quite a liking to these two girls, and when business was slow I would chat with Rachel about music or give her advice about boys, or help Claire with her math homework or recommend her books more challenging than her teachers were allowed to. 

Just before Rachel’s birthday her boyfriend broke up with her, and she was really broken up about it, so I decided I would gift her an old t-shirt of mine: a Talking Heads tour shirt I’d gotten years ago at a thrift store, that was getting a little too ragged for me to wear, but that I knew she was really fond of. They came in the next night and I had the present all ready. It was a slow spring night, so I was able to come right over to the couch they were sharing and I sat between them and put my arm around Rachel. “Hey kiddo, happy birthday.” I said and handed her the wrapped shirt. She seemed happy and astonished that I’d gotten her anything at all, and when she pulled apart the newspaper and saw what it was she let out a loud laugh and threw her arms around me and pulled herself onto my lap. “Oh Drew I can’t believe this!” she said against my neck, and the she surprised me by lifting her face to mine and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. I could have perhaps just let all this go as a kind of adolescent overexcitement, but when she pulled her face back she gave me a decidedly adult, sexy smile and added “Well now I have to get you something.” And she kept her eyes on mine as she began to gently grind her butt against my lap. 

This had all happened very quickly, and it took me a second to process. At once I became aware that my hand had by reflex moved to her hip when she’d shifted into my lap and the skin of her thigh felt very, very soft through the thin fabric of her skirt. A nanosecond later I realized that there was nothing between her cute little teenage ass and my cock besides the denim of my jeans, and that my cock must have already been aware of this as it was rapidly becoming fully hard. I looked around quickly but the cafe’s only three other patrons were intently playing cards and wouldn’t even have been able to see what was going on, and then I noticed Claire sitting right next to me, giving off an exaggerated air of being involved with her book. I turned my head back to Rachel to say, well I don’t know what, because before I could open my mouth she leaned her head forward so that her lips were right next to my ear and whispered “Meet me in the girl’s bathroom in fifteen minutes,” her breath hot and moist in my ear, and with a last little grind of her tush she slid back over onto the couch and said loudly “Thanks a lot for the shirt Drew!” and put her headphones on. I stared at her for a moment, wanting to try and talk to her but she just smiled at me and closed her eyes and started bopping her head to her music. I turned and looked over at Claire who was still just sitting there with her nose in her book. “Hey Claire… uh..” I started to stammer, but she just pointedly turned away, refusing to acknowledge me. 

Confused and incredibly horny I slowly got up and went back behind the counter where my coworker Stephanie was doing her Sociology reading, and apparently hadn’t noticed anything. “Slow night, huh?” She said looking up as I came over. “Uh.. yeah. I guess I’m gonna do some prep for tomorrow” I responded dazedly. “Fuck the morning shift, man. What have they ever done for us?” She said with a smile, and went back to her textbook. I started to clean some of the shelves just so I wasn’t standing there like an idiot, while I tried to wrap my head around what had happened. Did all that really happen? What was going to happen next? I mean, I had certainly noticed that Rachel was a sexy little thing – she had big tits for her small 5’1” frame and she loved to show them off by wearing shirts and tank tops so small that her breasts seemed to strain against the fabric, which she’d also started cutting off to show off her flat midriff and new belly button piercing – and I’d inferred that she was sexually active from hints in the conversations I’d had with her; but maybe because she was always there with her little sister, or that I knew her dad, or just that she was so young, I’d never actually thought about fucking her… but boy was I thinking about it now. I was thinking about the feeling of her sharp hip bone in my palm and the heat of her ass on my cock as I’d held her in my lap, the feeling of her lips against my neck and my ear, that wetness of her lips against mine and that seductive look she’d given me afterward. I hadn’t realized it before, but this little girl was clearly a thirsty little whore. She knew exactly what kind of look to give me and just the right place to put her fat little ass cheeks. I started thinking about her sex life, fucking some jock in the closet at a party, or furtively sucking a boyfriend off in his car. I thought about how from hints she’s dropped she’s clearly bisexual, and I imagined her experimenting with her other little girlfriends, clumsily licking each other’s wet little pussies at a sleepover. My cock now felt like a hot iron rod painfully constricted by my pants, and I realized I’d been scrubbing the same few inches of metal for God knows how long. I looked at my watch and it’d been almost twenty minutes since I’d been sitting with the girls. I looked over at their couch and Claire was there alone looking at me, but when we made eye contact she quickly put her face in her book. Then I stopped thinking. “I’m going to the bathroom.” I said to Stephanie. “Have fun pooping,” she replied without looking up.

The cafe had two bathrooms that were out of the way in back by our storeroom, and each was just a single 8×8 room with a door that bolted. I walked back to the women’s, and softly knocked “Rachel?” I asked quietly. I heard the door bolt release and she opened the door, grabbed my hand and pulled me inside, locking the door behind her. “Look don’t say anything,” She said quickly. “I think your sexy and you’ve always been real nice to me and my sister and I can’t stop thinking about how bad I want you to fuck me.” She was still holding my hand and she pressed it tightly against her breast, my hand cupped it of its own accord and her eyes half closed for a second, her breathing was fast and ragged. “Whenever we’re here I think about what your cock looks like and tastes like and how it would feel inside me and how badly I want to be your little slut.” Her eyes were closed now as my hand continued to knead her breast, I could feel her hard nipple poking into my palm through her bra and tank top, while her other hand had reached under my shirt to touch my stomach and my chest. “When we go home I lie in bed and put my fingers in my pussy and my mouth and my butt and imagine you touching me all over and fucking me however you want to and calling me your dirty little whore and…” she had been talking faster and faster and I’d stopped listening and I moved my hand down her body and under her skirt where her thighs felt so soft and smooth against my rough hands. My other hand cupped her cheek and my thumb brushed against her full lips. She hungrily opened her mouth and sucked on it hard as my fingers followed the curve of her thigh, past the sparse hair on her mound and inside the intense heat and sopping wetness of her little teenage cunt. She let out a low moan around my thumb as I slowly pressed two fingers into her tight little hole, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on them hard. I removed my thumb from her mouth and grabbed her by her short hair and brought her face up to mine. Our tongues mindlessly writhed together as I pressed her against the bathroom wall with my body, her hands wildly scratching my back while one of mine clutched her head tightly and the other kept pressing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her. She began shaking, her breath coming out in hot gasps and she grew increasingly limp until I was basically holding her small body up as she came. I’d finally pushed my fingers as far as I could get them inside of her and the hot wet walls of her puss gripped them tightly in spasms, her cum feeling like it was dripping down from her onto the rest of my hand. 

I kept my fingers inside of her and lightly kissed her cheek and her neck while she slowly recovered her breath and her balance. When I noticed her breathing return to normal I stepped back, undid my belt, and let my pants drop to the floor. Her eyes cracked open at the sound and then fully widened as she looked at my cock, its length and girth clearly greater than the boys she’d been fucking. “You cum like a good little slut now let me see if you can suck like one.” I told her sternly, seating myself on the toilet. She gaped at me, clearly surprised by how quickly I’d adopted the degrading kind of language she’d fantasized about. She immediately got down on her knees in front of me and tightly gripped my penis, her hand barely able to wrap itself around it. She looked up at me with eyes full of a devouring kind lust and a vast need to please as she lowered her mouth onto my dick, and I gave a low moan as I felt the hot wetness of her mouth envelop my glans. My cock was too big or she was too inexperienced to try deepthroating me, but she used her hand to jerk on the half of my cock she couldn’t fit in her mouth, and her eyes never left mine as she bobbed her head up and down. “That’s a good girl Rachel. I’m so happy to have a little slut as filthy and disgusting as you.” I told her while cupping her cheek, our eyes still locked. She gave out a little moan and I could see her other hand go down between her legs, moving in time with her lips. “I knew you were a little whore baby,” I continued, “I knew you loved to suck cock… that you probably sucked on every boy at school that asked you to… show me what they make you do you little bitch.” She quickly stopped sucking me and took a few deep gasps of air, then licked down my shaft to my balls while slowly jerking and squeezing my cock. I had a feeling where she was heading and gave a light groan as her tongue flicked around my testicles and scooted myself slightly forward and leaned back, raising my foot to the toilet seat giving her access to my ass. She didn’t hesitate and leaned forward, pausing for a second to run her tongue up and down my taint before pushing her face between my cheeks and licking my asshole. I gave a longer groan, unable to believe this hot little teen was such a dirty girl… and that she was so fucking horny for me. As she pressed her tongue directly against my sphincter, forcing it into my butt I gasped, the feeling was just incredibly filthy and utterly erotic. I knew I couldn’t last long with this kind of stimulation so I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away. 

We were both gasping for breath now, and when we looked at each other there was no doubt about what was going to happen next. We moved as one, me getting off the toilet and positioning myself between her legs as she lay back on the dirty bathroom floor, wrapping her arms tightly around my shoulders. As soon as my cock found her hot slick little hole I shoved it inside, getting three quarters of its seven and a half inch length into her cunt with that first savage stroke. Rachel let out a gasp and started shaking, and the walls of her pussy began spasming with an intense pressure, squeezing my cock. I could already feel the tension of my own orgasm building in my thighs, and I lost myself in the storm of electricity gathering in my loins, pulling out of her only slightly before ramming my cock the rest of the way in, repeating the motion savagely again and again, pressing her down into the floor as she moaned and gasped and shook beneath me. I was unable to think about anything but the feeling of Rachel’s soft little body under mine, the grip of her teenage cunt on my cock, her hyperventilating gasps in my ear. It only could have lasted a minute or two before I began spurting inside of that little slut, seemingly endless ropes of cum shooting deep into her womb as she writhed beneath me, fingers clawing my back, legs squeezing me tightly to her as the orgasm that had started when I entered her had never seemed to stop, just kept rolling over her in waves as I came in her, until finally I was done and we just lay there, sweating, taking deep breaths, my cock still inside her, exhausted.

We relaxed for a moment like that in the afterglow of our orgasms, before I slid myself out of her and shakily stood up, my legs feeling like jelly. I studied her as I struggled to level my breathing and pulled my pants up: she lay on the bathroom floor, her skirt was up around her waist exposing her plump pussy, its shaved lips shiny with our juices, her eyes closed and her lips were slightly parted in a broad, satisfied smile. She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling even wider. “Jesus Christ, Drew… I think that was the hardest I’ve cum in my whole fucking life!” I grinned back, “Glad to hear it Rach. I was about to apologize for cumming so fast – I don’t think I’ve cum that fast since my first time!” She giggled, standing up and straightening her skirt, “I’d love to hear about that sometime, maybe while I’m sucking you off?” “Fuck you’re a dirty little bitch.” I said, pulling her to me. She flashed me a wicked smile, then wrapped her arms around me, pressing her body against mine. “I have some cleaning up to do, and I think you better get back to work.” Her makeup was smeared over her face, leftover drool from the blowjob and rimming still clung to her chin, she looked like a little slut who’d been used hard, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. We kissed, her tongue and mine sliding against one another, my hands running over her smooth curves, before I reluctantly pulled away, gave her another smile, and left the bathroom.

I was relieved to see there wasn’t a line of girls waiting to use the restroom when I stepped out – it had all happened so fast that I was only now wrapping my head around the fact that I’d just fucked a teenager, in a public place, in the coffee shop I worked in no less. Someone could have seen me walk into the wrong restroom, and I really wasn’t sure how loud we’d been since I’d been so wrapped up in the moment so I was feeling pretty scared. There was a second when I walked back out onto the floor where I fully expected someone to be glowering at me, or angrily striding towards me, but a scan of the room revealed that everyone appeared to be where I left them: three regulars playing cards in the corner, Stephanie reading her textbook at the bar, and when I looked over at Claire her face was completely buried in her book. With a relieved sigh I walked over and stood next to Stephanie, “Slow night, huh?” I said lamely. She glanced up at me, “Not for your bowels though, right? You missed six teenie boppers who all ordered milk shakes.” She gave me a toothy smile, and added “I think they would’ve much rather had you make them, you big stud.” I laughed as I went back to my sidework – this was the usual banter between Steph and I. I’d gotten away with it after all.

A few minutes later Rachel came out of the bathroom and rejoined her sister looking like nothing had ever happened. The next half hour went normally, making coffee drinks and milkshakes, doing dishes. When I checked in on Rachel and Claire, Rachel just said “Thanks again for the shirt Drew, it was really sweet.” and Claire seemed even quieter than normal curled up in the corner, but I noticed she was watching me closely with her big green eyes. They left shortly after. Instead of giving them a bill I’d just dropped off a little doodle I’d drawn in the down time with a lame “happy birthday!” written on it, and when I was bussing the table I noticed that at the bottom Rachel had written her phone number with a few x’s and o’s. I smiled and put it in my pocket, unable to keep visions of her kneeling on the bathroom floor, my fat dick in her little mouth, from entering my head. Just thinking about it immediately got me hard again.

Fortunately this wasn’t a problem for long as business quickly picked up, and soon my thoughts were completely wrapped up in the mundane mechanical tasks of working a busy night at a cafe: steaming milk, waiting tables, flirting with customers, talking shit with employees, and drinking tons of coffee. After we’d closed I was hanging out at a booth, smoking a cigarette and counting down the drawer when I pulled out my phone and Rachel’s number and sent her a brief, but very dirty, text. A few minutes later, so soon that I hadn’t even finished the cigarette, I got a text back. It said “The shirt looks great on me! ;)” and was accompanied by a pic Rachel had taken of herself in the mirror wearing my shirt… and nothing else. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, the large shirt pulled up over her hips, her legs spread exposing her young pussy completely to the lens, and it looked like she’d been masturbating as her shaved lips were swollen and wet, parting slightly around her protruding little clit. I gaped for a second before quickly coming to my senses and shoving my phone into my pocket, glad the booth’s table was hiding my body’s reaction. 

For the next hour or so I hung out with a few of my coworkers for the nightly ritual of gossip, flirting, and smoking in the closed cafe before everyone started trickling out, calling it a night. When I got into my car I pulled out my phone and brought Rachel’s picture back up and took my cock out and began slowly stroking myself in the deserted parking lot, thinking about the slutty things she’d said to me, the way her mouth felt on my cock, how ready and wet her cunt looked in the picture. It was then that I got another text, from a new number. Confused about who’d be texting me at four in the morning I pulled it up. The text said “I think it looks way better on me :(“ and it was accompanied by a picture of little Claire, wearing nothing but the shirt I’d given Rachel, in the almost the exact same position her sister had been, except that her feet were up on the bed and she had two fingers inside her bare little cunt, the lust and pleasure in her expression looking startingly, erotically, incongruous with her young face. I just stared at the picture for a minute taking in all the details, wrapping my head around what I was seeing, until I realized that my hand was still wrapped around my cock, and it felt as hard as a steel beam. I started stroking myself again, staring at her face, her skinny frame, and finally her little pussy, tightly wrapped around her small fingers, muttering, without thinking about the words “Fuck Claire you hot little bitch… I’m going to shove my cock into your tight little pussy… I’m gonna make you scream you little brat… ohhh Fuuuuuuuck” as I came, sending spurts of cum onto the floor of my car. I sat there, catching my breath, my cock and my hand covered in cum, my eyes unable to leave my phone, and started thinking about what I was going to do.