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Who's Your Daddy?

By: Bacomicfan



All his life Tom has been haunted by one single concept more than any other. Like most men, he has a soft spot in his heart for romance (but please don't let our secret out). However, also like most men, romance alone doesn't usually "stoke the furnace"...at least not the way it does for most women. This "men are from Mars, women are from Venus" rule of the universe has always seemed to be God's little joke on the procreating men and women of this crazy little planet of ours. And so has it been for Tom.

He has always known that women love romance, and that many of them are quite turned on by it. So, he's always done his best to see that his women have had more than enough romantic moments and events to get their juices flowing. However, what always turned his women on, didn't necessarily do the same for him. After many a romantic evening, when his current woman was feeling warm and loving, the inevitable would follow. However, though the romance of the evening would bring out a desire for sweet, warm, loving sex on his lady's part...sadly, it didn't have the same effect on him. The romance was only the kindling. Once the flames began to burn, the desire was not for softness and sensuality...but for raw, unbridled passion. Whether straight or kinky, Tom liked his sex straight up and with no apologies. In short, romance would start the sequence, but without hot, nasty shenanigans....there would be no liftoff. And since many women didn't understand this...or wish to comply with it...liftoff seldom occurred in his sad and lonely life. But, even though such was the case, and it was depressing in itself, Tom knew deep down that he was a molten, volcanic lover. He just needed the right woman. Unfortunately, that woman was hard...very hard...to find.

But miracles do happen. And so it was that he met Lisa. One day while checking out old movie stills at a major, out of state sci-fi convention, he bumped into - literally - the woman who would become the final, green "go" button in his quest for that ever elusive liftoff.

He was just backing away from a dealer's table, forcing himself to battle back the urge to buy several one sheets from PSYCHO, SCREAM AND SCREAM AGAIN and THE CRAWLING EYE, when his backside collided with another, eliciting a feminine "Oh!" from someone directly behind him.

Realizing immediately that he'd touched bottoms with a female of the species, he had his apology prepared before he had even completely turned around. But, when he came face to face with the owner of the cheeks his had just tried to get to know, her smile disarmed him. Her eyes had a devilish twinkle in them. Her full lips seemed to hide something behind their smile. With her head cocked to one side, she spoke before he had a chance to.

"Well," she said, "I think that could've been done better."

Tom smiled wryly, slightly taken aback, and replied, "Um...I'm sor....uh...what could've been done better?"

"The fanny bump, silly. If you're going to attack my behind with yours, at least do it slower so we both can enjoy it. You know, take your time and savor it." She winked and smiled. Her eyes danced and sparkled. Before Tom could reply, she whirled and walked away. As she moved away from him, Tom's eyes zeroed in on the bottom that had just introduced itself to his. Those round globes appeared to be trying to break free of the jeans that held them prisoner. It was a nice, cute, round bottom, and it bounced ever so sweetly...though, he noted with a sigh, it was definitely headed in the wrong direction. Just as he was musing about how pleasant those cheeks would be to spank and ride, the woman turned and caught him smiling at her ass. She stopped momentarily, as if inviting him to say something or pursue her, but then turned and continued moving away.

When Tom turned back to the one sheet dealer, he felt the edge of the table brushing up against his crotch. Looking down, he was embarrassed to see that he had an erection, and it was that telltale bulge which was bumping up against the edge of the table. Smiling, he wondered if he'd had the erection when the woman glanced back at him...and even moreso he wondered if she noticed. But most of all, if she did notice it, was that why she hesitated as if she wanted to know him, or was it the reason she ultimately turned away? Questions, questions.

Try as he did not to, Tom spent entirely too much at the convention. His will power succumbed to the temptation of so many wonderful collectibles and memorabilia. Apparently, he was as weak with his collecting habits as he was in his inability to curb his extreme sexual needs. Oh, well, he thought, "I yam what I yam". He chuckled at yet another example of his own preoccupation with all things in the field of entertainment and animation. Gathering up his booty in his arms, he trudged out of the dealers' room and headed for his lonely hotel room.

Other conventioneers - Trekkies, gore-hounds, anime and animation fans, classic horror aficionados and just plain freaks - were crammed into the one working elevator at the North end of the lobby. It was a tight fit, but Tom didn't want to wait for the elevator to drop off its human cargo and then return. He had too many valuable prizes in his hands, a few of which were trying valiantly to escape his desperate grasp. So, into the sardine-like environment he went, doing his best to protect his treasures from the pressing bodies.

Two floors later, and with the elevator lighter by half its weight in bodies, Tom noticed that about three feet away from him was the woman with the lush derriere that he'd bumped into earlier. He decided to talk to her, see if maybe there was some chemistry there after all. But, as he stepped nearer to her and opened his mouth to speak, fate stepped in. One of his new collectors' acquisitions decided to make a break for freedom.

With Tom's mouth open to begin introducing himself, a framed, autographed 8 X 10 photo of Boris Karloff in THE OLD DARK HOUSE slipped from his grasp and threatened to fall shattering to the floor. In a fit of panic, he lunged for the photo as it rushed floorward. The photo was content to cradle itself in the crook of his bent arm and nestle comfortably there, apparently unwilling to die a shattering death. But Tom's clutching hand was not privy to this information until it was much too late.

As yet unaware that the photo had arrested its own fall, Tom's grasping fingers continued along on the picture's previous trajectory and squeezed where they thought the photo would be when they got there. MIssing the instigating photo by a mile, their prize instead turned out to be the woman's understandably surprised bottom. At one time hoping to explore possibilities with this woman, Tom was now embarrassed to realize that, clutching her left cheek as he was, those possibilites were rapidly fading into unrealized hopes.

To make matters worse, when he realized what he'd done, Tom froze...with his fingers still squeezing butt cheek. Mortified, he was looking dumbly at the woman as she quite rapidly whirled to face him. His eyes were the size of golf balls and his jaw was dropped, hanging comically even lower than the jaw of the Scream character in the movie of the same name. The woman's impression of him as she looked at him was that if he was a pervert, he was certainly a stupid one. But her angry, slitted eyes softened when she saw who it was. By this time, others in the elevator had noticed the commotion and were looking on, interestedly...or maybe with amused anticipation. Surely, they thought, this woman was going to bludgeon the fanny-groping perv.

Thankfully for Tom, he did not receive a pummeling in the elevator. Chances are, the woman's fists would have simply glanced off of him anyway, such was the profuse amount of sweat that was accumulating all over Tom's body. It was a tiny miracle in itself that there wasn't a pool of it around his feet.

"You can let go now," was all the woman quietly said. Once again, her smile disarmed him. His sweating stopped, and his eyes and jaw returned to normal. Somewhat reluctantly, his fingers released her buttock. The other occupants of the elevator sighed with disappointment and turned back to staring at the opening and closing doors. Sadly, though there was some brief entertainment, there would be no perv-bashing today.

The woman continued, still in a soft, quiet voice, "But at least you did take my advice...sort of. Unlike the quick bump in the dealers' room, at least this time you savored my butt. You really have quite a grip there, sport."

"I'm....so....soooooo....sorry," Tom stammered, finally able to swallow and speak.

"Sorry about what? You obviously liked my ass when you saw it earlier, and you finally got up the nerve to go for it. I just wish you didn't squeeze it so hard." She smiled slyly as she rubbed her cheek.

"Well...I mean...I wasn't trying to...It was my Karloff photo...I didn't want it to....I mean...honest...I wouldn't...."

The woman laughed, winking and saying, "Sure, sport...you didn't want to touch my ass, did you? No, you just stared at it like you wanted to jump it in the dealer room, and now this little grab maneuver of yours was completely an accident, right? Come on,hon....I wasn't born yesterday." She was clearly enjoying herself at his expense.

"I swear!" Tom blurted. The entire conversation was eliciting low chuckles from the other riders in the elevator, some of whom had stayed on past their floors, just to listen and see the outcome.

"Yeah, yeah," the woman continued, "Look...if you want to play with my ass, just say so. But, be honest about it. I can live with that. I can even accept a little playful grope, but just admit you did it on purpose."

Tom looked around at the other people, all of them smirking and laughing into their hands. All right, he thought, if I'm not going to get credit for honesty, I'll give them all a show...even cute butt here. She'll be sorry she embarrassed me. Oh, yeah.


"All right," he said, "I confess. When I saw that butt of yours wiggling away from me in the dealers' room, I was devastated. I wanted to jump you right there. I wanted to throw you on the ground and squeeze and bite your ass. Yup...I wanted to rip your clothes off and see what your naked cheeks taste like. And then I wanted to go even further...maybe spank those cheeks, among other things. So there...I admit it. I grabbed your ass because I couldn't bear not to at least fondle it if I can't do anything else to it. So, what're you gonna do...call hotel security?" All the embarrassment and shame of the moment boiled up inside him in the form of defiance. He didn't care at that point what ANYONE in the elevator thought.

That disarming smile again snuck across the woman's lips. This time, her tongue could be seen dancing just inside her cheek. That earlier twinkle returned to her pretty eyes. Again she cocked her head to one side. Again quietly, she said, "What's your name, fanny groper?"

Tom was too busy seething with righteous - though humiliated - rage to understand the question at first. But when he finally did, he stammered, "Tom...I'm Tom." He looked confused, as if he had no clue what his name had to do with anything.

"Well, Tom, I like your candor. I think you're kinda cute, and I like the way you pursue what you want. Now, do you really want to get acquainted with my ass? Is what you just said true, or were you only babbling?"

"Okay, I've seen enough," one of the other passengers said. "Me too," another said with a chuckle, "I'm outta here." That being the general consensus of opinion, the elevator cleared out in the next two floors. Apparently, two people possibly getting it on was too common and mundane to be of interest...certainly not as entertaining as an angry woman beating the snot out of a pervert. So, the fun was over, and off they went to their respective rooms, not giving the encounter another thought.

"Well," Tom admitted, "I was kinda babbling...but the basic sentiment was true."

"Really? Well, Tom, I'm flattered. Actually, I rather like your ass, too. You have a nice, full ass...one I might enjoy playing with, too. Besides, you owe me the chance to grope your ass, just like you groped mine. Fair's fair."

Tom was now beginning to warm up to things....to possibilities. "Well," he said, "I have to admit that your ass is the kind I'd like to play with for a while. But, I don't know if you'd like me much. I'm way too kinky for most women." His mouth produced a wry smile and his eyes looked almost puppyish.

"Mmmmm...my middle name is 'kinky'. I have no problem with that. I'm Lisa, by the way."

"Hi, Lisa. Nice to meet you. But I mean....well....I'm sorry, but, well....romantic sex just doesn't do it for me. I need kinky, hot and nasty sex. I'm sorry if that sounds as sick to you as it does to me, but...."

"Tom, honey...I love nasty."

Tom stopped his apologetic rambling. He grinned from ear to ear. For the first time since he clumsily pawed Lisa's bottom, his mind was beginning to rearrange itself. He saw the possibilities much more clearly now. And what deliciously kinky possibilities they were. But what he couldn't see, was that Lisa had a few ideas of her own as to what those possibilities could be. Yes, her own ideas...ideas that Tom might not be prepared for.

Thinking he'd better act before the opportunity was gone, he leered at Lisa and asked bluntly, "Your room or mine?" It was forty percent joking, and sixty percent serious, and he certainly didn't think she would go for it. At best he expected her to smile and shake her head...maybe tease him a little, but ultimately balk at even the suggestion that they actually become physically entwined in any way. He was pleasantly surprised by her response.

"Oh....definitely mine, Tom. I'm always prepared just in case I have a sweaty encounter with a sweet, pervy guy like you," she replied, not missing a beat. It was as if Tom's lecherous come-on was not only expected, but quite welcome. Lisa turned to face the door, watching the lighted floor indicator blink from floor to floor. She backed up so that she was only inches away from Tom's collectible-laden chest, even though the elevator was empty except for her, him, and his precious memorabilia.

The ride up the next several floors was quiet, the two of them breathing heavily but not speaking. When the doors opened on the twentieth floor, Lisa said, "My floor, hon. You sure you want to go ahead with this? After all, I might be kinkier than you."

Boldly, Tom replied, "Lisa, I meant what I said about pouncing on your ass. I'm getting hot just thinking about your buns outside of those jeans." He was amazed at his own boldness. He was never a shy man, but this was out and out lascivious behavior...not like him at all.

"Uh huh. Me too..thinking about yours." She reached up and circled her arms around his neck, giving him a quick peck on the lips. She then moved to his side and brought her hands down and squeezed his ass...both cheeks...firmly and without guilt. She slowly fondled them, as if she had every right to. She smiled an approving smile. "Mmm...just as I thought. Great buns, sport.

"Oh, and by the way," she added as the elevator doors hissed open and she led him out into the corridor, "did you mean that little comment about spanking my ass? Is that something on your agenda, Tom?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Actually," he replied, adjusting his tenuous grasp on his purchased goodies, "yes. I'm kind of into spanking a nice bottom."

"Hmmm.." she returned, "and when my cheeks are all hot and pink and burning...will you rub and kiss them to make them all better?"

"Of course," Tom replied, the bulge in his pants beginning anew.

"And lick them, too....thoroughly....no stone unturned?" she sighed, stopping to nibble his earlobe.

"Um....oh, yeah," he sighed in return, the bulge tightening his pants considerably.

"Mmmmmmmmm......wonderful. Then come along. Let's get to my room quickly, shall we?"

When they finally reached Lisa's room, Tom was about to drop his treasures. Lisa opened the door quickly, watching his awkward entrance into the room with amusement. He rushed over to the first thing he saw, the bed, and dropped one collector's piece after another, until his arms were empty. Lisa sauntered slowly up behind him. As he rubbed his arms, sore from trying to squeeze his previous cargo to keep it from falling, she came up close to him and once again began squeezing his buns.

"Very nice," she said, smiling up at him, her eyes twinkling with a most delicious look in them.

"Thank you," he said, "they're not great, but they'll do."

"I beg to differ," she replied. "I'd be happy to suck on those cheeks, honey. Why not get these bothersome old jeans off and let me have a taste? Of course, fair IS fair, and I'd do likewise."

"That ALL you wanna suck? My cheeks?" He smirked.

"Tom, Tom, Tom....you know not to whom you speak. I can suck your cheeks AND your cock...over and over and over again. Now," she suggested, pressing the tip of her index finger against the tip of his nose, "how 'bout you strip and I'll see which I should suck first?"

"Sure...but I want to see your ass....and your...well...your pussy....too. As you said, fair is fair."

Lisa smiled defiantly, turning her back to him as she slowly removed her blouse. Next, her back still to him, she took off her bra. She kicked off her sandals and stopped briefly, looking down at her feet with a smile. She held out one foot and wiggled her toes, as if admiring them. When Tom saw this, he was confused but amused.

"What are you doing?" he chuckled.

"Hmm? Oh, nothing," she replied, "I just think I have cute toes. Don't you agree?" She held her foot out further and lifted it a bit, wiggling her toes more enthusiastically for his benefit.

"Yes," he laughed, "your toes are very cute, Lisa."

"Good. Then, along with my ass and pussy, you won't mind sucking them, too?"

The question caught Tom by surprise, but he recovered quickly. The idea of sucking Lisa's toes along with every other part of her certainly had its merits. He had no problem with it. He liked every inch of a woman's body..and the toes were no exception. He opened his mouth to reply in the affirmative, but Lisa cut him short, turning around and saying, "And these? You'll suck these, too, correct?" She cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them up, squeezing them, aiming the erect nipples at him. Tom almost bit his tongue.

"Oh...oh, yeah...I'll surely suck those...your toes too. In fact, I'll suck any part of you you like, hon."

"Mmmm...good. Well? What are you waiting for? Hurry up. I want to suck all of you, too."

Tom's fingers were like greased lightning, unbuttoning buttons that seemed to be deliberately delaying him. As he fumbled with those plastic conspirators, Lisa turned back around and started removing her pants. Slowly, teasingly, she unclasped and lowered the tight jeans. Keeping her legs unbent, she slid her pants down her legs with agonizing slowness, purposely wiggling her bottom at Tom as she did. 

His hands, having finally conquered the stubborn shirt buttons, were trembling visibly as they unhooked and unzipped his jeans, his eyes cartoonishly bulging as he watched Lisa destroy every last vestige of his will power. She clearly enjoyed doing it, too, taking complete, unspoken control of his fevered psyche, watching his obviously enamored eyes fondle every curve of her ass.

Kicking her lowered jeans aside, Lisa then proceeded to tantalize the poor boy by lowering her panties even more slowly, wiggling her succulent ass from side to side as she bared it, inch by inch, to Tom's adoring stare. As she lowered the back portion of her panties just below the rounded bottom curve of her buttocks, she left the panties there and brought her hands up to slowly, enticingly, caress her cheeks. Gyrating slowly from side to side, she even grasped those soft buns firmly and spread them ever so slightly, showing her horny captive an oh so sweet orifice he might fill for her. She tortured poor Tom for what seemed an eternity, rubbing her ass and thighs, spreading herself, jiggling playfully as she dropped her panties to the floor. She even slipped several fingers between her legs and moved them around in the pink folds of her mind-captivating sex. Tom was becoming a drooling, slobbering idiot by the time she kicked her panties in the general direction that her pants had gone.


Who's Your Daddy?



So, where does one begin a tale such as this? I've known Aidan for years, though he's my best friend I have even been curious about him if you know what I mean, but I never in a million years thought I would actually find out. 

Over the years he has had many a girlfriend and though I haven't had many a man the timing has never been right. Not to mention the fastest way to kill a friendship is to start doing – er – unfriendly things to each other. Now, by unfriendly I do not mean not being nice, I mean things that you normally do not do with friends. Things that require the removal of clothing…

Now, let's describe Aidan to get a good mental image. He's 6' even. Has brown eyes and golden-red skin. Those eyes. They are the first pair of brown eyes I have ever been enamored of. So expressive. When the charm is turned on, that gaze alone could get me to do anything at anytime in any place. He is broad shouldered. Indeed I have spent many a moment appreciating the girth of his back and the strength it exudes. His hair is short, straight, buzzed, brown and starting to gray. He hates it, I love it. Go figure. 

His bottom half is narrower. He has the typical body of a quarterback. He claims that he used to have an ass but that the Marines marched it off of him during boot camp all those years ago. 

I should also tell you about his voice. I have only met 2 men in my life that had a voice like his and he's one of them. Deep, bordering on Barry White-dom. So melodic and calculated. Everything about Aidan is calculated. Everything.

I am 5'2" a little on the chubby side and adorable if you were to listen to Aidan. I have light brown hair and blue eyes. My breasts are average little breasts. 38b's for me. I have a fat ass that screams Sicilian and a voice that makes the cockles on a man's neck go on alert. At least, that's what a few have told me…

I think that's good for describing two perfectly average looking people with a few not so average things about them. You know, not so different from the rest of the human race.

In the past few months, Aidan and I have been spending an awful lot of time together, now don't get me wrong, he's my best friend, but we're talking almost everyday. He recently went through a breakup and I think he just wanted me to help him lick his wounds. Check that one off the list ladies and gentlemen.

We hosted a party a couple of weeks ago and that's when it happened. After everyone had left he sat down at the computer and started watching porn. It wasn't the first time he had turned on porn and had me watch it with him which I'll admit is weird if you aren't having sex or relieving yourself. I don't know about you guys, but I use porn as a stimulant to self induced incredipleasure, as I like to call it. Or at least in the background while you're fucking and you just want that extra something to spurn you on. I haven't ever met anyone who liked to watch it for sport with friends who were of the opposite sex but maybe that's just me. As I said, we've watched porn together before but usually we aren't sitting on the same couch or very near each other. He never comes on to me and my clever little responses that I have become famous for in these parts of course elude me because I'm so fucking turned on by it but I don't dare say anything because we're friends blah blah blah…Well, this particular evening he said something I'd never heard come out of his mouth before when we had partaken in this past time. 

"Wow, that one was arousing." I was acutely aware of the beat of the music that was still on suddenly. 

And there, before I could register the voice I heard someone say "What? Are you trying to tell me something?" Yeah, it was me.

He turned himself half around in his office chair and shot me that raw wolf look that he has. I immediately felt myself getting hotter and wetter for that matter. 

"I could be." He slyly smiled.

I rolled my eyes and started to get up from my chair and he grabbed my wrist.

"What if I was?" He asked.

"I think you need to tell me before I'm going to respond to that loaded question." I shot him a little girl smile filled with innocence that was anything but.

"Come on Michele, aren't you even a little curious?" With his Midwestern accent my name came out sounding like 'Mishayle' and I loved the way he said it. 

"No." Now that really wasn't a lie because I wasn't the least bit curious, I HAD BEEN DYING TO KNOW FOR ALMOST A DECADE. 

"No?" His eyes bored into mine and again, I heard that voice that couldn't possibly have been mine (but of course was) say "Do you really need to ask? Haven't you figured it out yet?"

He stood up over me then and looked down at me. I broke his gaze but he put his finger under my chin.

"Look at me." So soft, gentle and hypnotic was his voice. "Why won't you look at me?"

I blushed and smiled up at him. He could see my body struggling against my mind.

He slowly lowered his head to mine and kissed me. Gently at first, just lips sucking on lips. I was a teensy bit aware of the fact that my feet were starting to move toward his room as he was nudging me in that direction. 'No turning back now.' I thought and prepared for something I had fantasized about for a very long time. 

As soon as we crossed over the threshold he closed the door, turned to me and picked me up under my arms and threw me back on the bed. He was on me in a flash and kissed me deeper this time. His tongue tasted good and felt like hot velvet. There was something urgent taking over him. He was becoming less gentle and more beastly. He lowered his face into my neck and bit me hard. I yelped a little and he just laughed into my neck which tickled deliciously. 

"Listen, before this goes any further if there's something you don't like or something hurts you, just gently tug on my ear, all right?" He said.

"Tug on your ear, got it." I grabbed his face to pull him in a kiss and he gripped my wrists and pinned them.

"Oh no, Bitch, I'm in control tonight." That wasn't as brutal sounding as you think, we call each other bitch all the time. It's part of our sexual tension banter. 

"Sure you are." I laughed.

"Oh ho, are you challenging me, Miss?" He asked me just daring me to say yes. "You know how I love a good challenge."

"I believe I am Mr. Samuels." I said just daring him to do his worst. I've always been a bit of a submissive but you have to break me first. And hey, I welcome that.

"All right, I see how it's gonna be." He chuckled like he knew something I didn't. "Wait till you get a load of me. In more ways than one tonight it would seem." He laughed and went back to biting my neck. He still held my wrists down but now they were above my head held by only one hand.

He reached down with the other and lifted my skirt up. He found my panties and ripped them right off of me. The pulled fabric burned my thighs and of course, ever the ball buster I had to say something. 

"Hey! I just got those and they weren't cheap." Man I was just digging my hole deeper, wasn't I?

"So I'll get you new ones. Now, I'm only going to say this once, you'd better be a good little girl."

"Or what?"

"Oh, you'll find out. Something tells me you're REALLY going to find out with that lip of yours." 

"Shut up and kiss me Big Boy." I taunted him.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me, Boy." I sassed. 

"That's two." He sing songed to me as he did indeed kiss me. 

Next he raised up a bit and grabbed hold of my blouse…

"No, don-" PING PING PING went all the buttons as he tore it open and exposed my breasts which were already free as I had taken off my bra earlier when the last person had left. He took that blouse and in one swift motion lifted me up pulled the blouse down behind me and pushed me back down so that now I was bound by my own blouse. 

"Clever…" I said laughing.

"Oh you have no idea. But you will after tonight." 

With the skirt he was actually gentle, with the SKIRT. He unbuttoned the little button, unzipped the little zipper and when he curled his fingers around the hem to pull it down and off he made sure that he also curled his fingers cruelly into my thighs. It was delicious, thank you very much.

He got back over me and attacked my breasts. He started out softly licking them with a firm tongue teasing my nipple with lightning fast flickers.. I reached up and touched his head as much as I could considering my somewhat bound predicament. He alternated between the two and then nibbled, then bit and ground. I moaned unwilling to admit that it hurt even a little. It did, but I get off on pain so I just enjoyed it.

He reached down and grabbed my pussy, cupped it and I felt one of his fingers rubbing my clit. The electric shock of it was heaven after all this build up for so long. 

"My my you're wet. I won't even need the astroglide for your little pussy will I?" He said. I moaned.

He rubbed faster and I hate to be a cheap date, but I had so much desire for him built up for so long, a few more strokes and I was cumming all over his hand. His HAND. I couldn't believe that his hand felt that good.

With his other hand I could hear him fumbling with his jeans and I rose up a little to get that blouse off me. I wanted to touch him and I wanted to take his damn shirt off of him. 

He smacked my thigh. "Who said you could take that blouse off, Miss?" 

"I need to feel you." I stated while trying to catch my breath.

"Patience, Michele." He said as I started to tear off his shirt. "I plan to take my time."

He got back over me and I felt that hot hard cock against my leg. It was like hot iron with a soft coating of skin. 

"Are you ready, Michele?" He asked as I felt him rubbing it up and down my pussy lips. 

I moaned again.

He slowly started to push that cock into me. It wasn't the longest dick in the world but he was thick. My tight little pussy walls strained to take him in. I guess I was a little vocal at that point because he had a bit to say to me.

"What's the matter, Bitch? A little too much for your ass? Aw – too late now." We both laughed at that and I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled his head down to mine. This time when he kissed me he bit my lip as I felt him slowly pumping that fat cock in and out of me trying to make a space to churn that fucking tool and a half into.

"My God, this fucking pussy is so tight." He rasped in my ear. "Nice and hot too." 

I raised my legs up so that my feet were flat on the bed and I pushed up to meet him and get him in a little more. 

"Brave little girl aren't you?" He taunted me. "Let's see just what you can take then…" He pounded me a few times and slapped right into my cervix. I grunted that time. "You know my ears are right here, right?" He teased, knowing I would never give him the satisfaction.

Since I wouldn't he of course pounded right on. I wrapped my arms around his back and dug into him. 

"Oh, you want to play like that?" He asked. I scratched him too. "All right, bitch, tear away." He pounded me harder and faster and I clawed his back and his ass all the while pushing back against him, fucking back and getting lost in something very animalistic. 

After awhile he pulled back and hooked his elbows under my legs and folded me in half. I didn't think he could go deeper but I was wrong. He stopped pumping for a minute and just stayed there looking at me. I felt him pulse inside me. It felt incredible!

"You like that don't you little girl?" 

"Yes, I do." I moaned.

"Yes, what?" he demanded.

"Yes I do very much." I taunted him.

"No, you say 'Yes, Daddy.' Or else."

"Or else what?" I grabbed him by the neck and dug my nails in as I pulled him down for a kiss. 

"Keep it up, Bitch. I'll show you who you're Daddy is."

"Mmmhmmm." He grabbed my ankles at that and stretched them over my head, he slammed down hard into me and I yelled out in a mix of pleasure and pain. 

"You'll see, but don't say I didn't warn you…" He put his hand over my mouth and let 2 fingers dig inside. I greedily sucked and bit them a little harder than necessary. 

He shifted his body so that he was fucking into me almost sideways. Nice long, brutal, irresistible strokes. I so wanted to ride him like a Clydesdale. I tried to sit up and he shoved me right back into the mattress.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to move, Miss."

"I want-"

"What do you want?" He teased.

"I want to ride your cock."

"What do you say?"

"Let me ride your fucking cock, now."

He laughed loudly like he couldn't believe what I just said. I was refusing to let him control me and he was plotting my demise, oh was he plotting my demise. How lucky can a girl get?

He finally me go. I'd like to think I flipped him over, and if you were just a bystander, that's exactly what it looked like I did too, but I'm sure he helped me there. I got on top of him and started writhing over him to the beat of the music. I was belly danced on his dick. My hips rocked spasmodically back and forth side to side, gyrated around and shivered on his dick. 

"Oh MY GOD." He said evenly and emphatically. "I like that." He laughed. 

"Yeah? You like that?" I asked him. "Do you like this too?" I raised up and down while twirling my hips for an effect that made his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He lifted his hands to play with my breasts, but I took his hands in mine, laced our fingers and used him for leverage while I ground my pussy against him. I felt an orgasm coming for me and gripped his hands even harder.

"Oh my God I'm gonna fuckin' cum."

"That's it Bitch, cum all over my cock. Show me how much you love it." I could feel his hips thrusting up everytime I came back down. I could feel the heat building in my toes as my moans became cries of sheer pleasure. As I was indeed cumming all over his dick he raised up, hands still locked and held my arms behind my back. He suckled my breasts and bit them too all of it adding to the waves of pleasure that were crashing over me under me and right on through me. 

He stayed right where I needed him to as I gripped and milked his cock with my tight little pussy. Though, for all the squeezing I gave him, he still hadn't cum and I'd cum twice already. I was starting to be a little impressed.

I bent my head down for a kiss and cradled his head in my arms. "Oh jesus." I said. "Oh I needed that."

He handed me a glass of water off his nightstand never leaving my body. "You're going to need this too." He said.

I greedily drank the water. I could feel him flex that cock of his in my body every few seconds and it sent after shocks throughout.

"I feel bad, you still haven't cum yet."

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not finished with you by a long shot. And I'll cum just fine." I smiled coyly at him and handed him back the water which he gently set down. That was the last time gentle would enter into this scenario. "Get on your stomach." He commanded. I did. "Now, it's my turn, I hope you're prepared. Once I start, I don't stop till I'm finished."

He started rubbing my shoulders and neck. "How does that feel?"

"MMM nice." I said.

"Good, I want you to be nice and relaxed." He rasped in my ear.

"No problem there." I breathed. 

After a few minutes of that he lifted me onto my knees. We were facing this huge mirror he had against the wall. He slowly placed his cock back in my pussy as he reached around my front and squeezed my tits.  "Look at that." He said. "Look at us in the mirror." I did. I looked at him in the mirror and he at me. I could just make out this glimmer of mischief and knew I was in for it very soon. 

I smiled sweetly at him through the glass and that seemed to be enough to set him off. I heard a maniacal chuckle in my ear as I felt my body being pushed down onto all fours and he slammed himself into me hard. 

"Oh shit, Michele, I don't know, you think you can handle this?"

I started to challenge him with a laugh and that's when it happened. He smacked my ass so hard I almost fell off his dick.

"Oh no you don't." He said as he steadied me by hooking an arm about my waist. He slapped me again and again. "I told you to be good." He said. "I warned you. And what did you do? You laughed at me, disobeyed me, teased me and tore up my back, well, now I'm going to tear up this ass in oh so many more ways than one…BITCH." SMACK SMACK SMACK.

"Shit Aidan, take it easy." I said. My ass felt like it was on fire. And my thighs too, they weren't left out.

"Ah ah ah, what did I tell you if you didn't like something or something hurt you?" He asked.

I realized for the first time that he trapped me. How the fuck was I going to gently tug his ear from this fucking position?!?

I could hear him laughing his champion laugh, the one that means he had won this time. "I told ya, but you didn't believe me." With every syllable I heard and felt another thunderous clap against my body all the while he was shoving that fat cock in and out. My cervix felt like a punching bag and I didn't know if I wanted to cum or cry.

I'd had a spanking or two in my life, but really nothing very long or drawn out. A few slaps here or there and certainly nothing ever this hard. Hell, my Sicilian mother's beatings weren't even as bad as this. He just kept on hitting me over and over and when it wasn't the clapping of his hand against my body I heard it was the smack of his hips cracking against my ass as he pounded my pussy good and raw from behind. I felt every sensation in my TEETH it was so primal. 

While I dug my fingers into the mattress he stopped hitting me for a second. I looked to see what he was doing but wasn't fast enough, then I felt it. He was pouring astroglide in the crack of my ass.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He slapped me hard and it hurt really bad as he now had something wet on his hand. I felt his finger slide in my ass while he was still fucking the shit out of me. Then two. 

"Aidan…" I said. I wanted to tell him to stop sticking fingers in my ass that he wasn't allowed to fuck me in the ass but I just gave up as he kept beating my ass into submission. 'Well,' I thought 'I certainly asked for this.'

He stopped fucking and spanking for a second. I felt his cock leave my now gaping cunt as he repositioned it against my ass. He gripped my thighs as he started to apply firm steady pressure. I felt the head pop in as I was so slippery, there was nothing I could do. He started fucking in and out of my ass with just the first few inches for a minute and then he started going deeper and deeper. Finally he slammed the whole thing in and I screamed.

"How's that feel bitch?" He asked. He slammed into me again. I whimpered loudly. The beating resumed. "Look at us, look at your face in the mirror." I lifted my head for a second and saw his face as well as mine contorted in pain and pleasure. I dropped my head back down to concentrate on taking this pounding in my ass and that's when he grabbed me by the hair and yanked me upright. "I said to look at your fucking face." He pounded me slowly and so much harder now as my back arched at such an angle as to allow him to penetrate my ass even deeper. 

Small strangled screams escaped my throat and I could see the pain on my face, I could see the pleasure on my face, I could see the unwillingness to accept that he could break me so I pushed back against him and squeezed him with my ass.

"nnnnghghg" He grunted. With every pound he grunted like a wild animal and the sound was making me hot all over again. I began that climb one more time…

He started rubbing my clit now and slapping me with his other hand. The combination of all these sensations was explosive. 

"Now, Bitch, you tell me, who's your Daddy?" I didn't answer, I just grunted and moaned.

He slapped me a few times harder than ever if that's even possible, it felt possible, slammed my ass so hard I really thought he'd hurt something inside me he went so deep. 




Who's Your Daddy?



He pulled my hair again and looked at me in the mirror. "I said" each word was attached to a slap. "Who's…your…DADDY?!!?" He ended that statement with more brutal slaps.

"Oh God! You are, you're my Daddy!" I finally gave in. My lower half could take no more disciplining today… 

"That's right, Bitch." He resumed rubbing my clit as he picked up some speed in my ass. "I think I'm gonna cum now. Shall I cum on you, or in you?"

"Daddy, why don't you cum wherever you want?" I said in a small voice. I saw him smile with satisfaction as for this evening he had broken me. 

"That's right, Michele. Don't you ever forget who your Daddy is. Now you better cum with me." He started rubbing me faster and I did. I came so hard I thought I was going to have a heart attack. I soon felt that thick fat cock getting bigger as he exploded deep inside my ass. 

He wrapped his arms around me pinning my arms to my chest and collapsed on me sending us both flying down into the mattress as we tried desperately to catch our breath. 

My ass felt raw and hot from the beating he gave it and it also felt busted open from the fucking it just got. 

I think I passed out. I couldn't breathe with him on top of me like that so if I did it wasn't for too long. 

"Are you all right?" He asked gently, sweetly.

"Mmmhmmm. I'm all right. That was uh quite an experience." I said.

"I bet you'll never touch my back again." He snickered playfully.

"I bet you're wrong." I laughed and we both knew that no matter what happened after this, I would always 'misbehave' and he would always 'discipline' It was the start of a different type of relationship for us…  



Who's Your Daddy?



Edited by 'Techsan' to make a much better read for all of us.

This is one of the hardest decisions I have had to make in my short life of twenty-four years. To get married or separate from my fiancé, the woman I love. A number of people are going to hate me and say I did the wrong thing no matter which way I go. My parents, her parents, no one's going to agree. God, why did I ever let it go this far?

It all began back in high school when my friend Mark and I hung around together. We double dated a lot. We both got accepted to the same college and spent our college days together as well. We had our share of sex with the women. We always hung around in a fairly wild crowd. Not really a bad group of people, but definitely a sexually active group. We were a drinking, pot smoking group of weekend party goers. We all studied hard during the week and partied hard on the weekend.

Mark and I dated a lot of women and the sexual atmosphere was always there, enlightened by the drinking and pot. Open sex was never a problem. Swapping was done pretty often. No one really cared. We were all friends and sex partners, not lovers and future married couples. No one was ever forced or humiliated, it was just a sexually charged atmosphere.

Mark was of Hawaiian descent and was dark complected. I, on the other hand, was red-headed. We looked quite the opposite. One day Mark was with a really light skinned blond gal and was laying on top of her. The dark/light contrast of their bodies was something to see. I mentioned it to Mark later and he just laughed. He said he loved the contrast himself. It was a real turn-on to him. Then another time he was with a beautiful black woman. She was even darker than Mark. I got a date with one of the gals in our partying group. We went to the movies and then out for a little dancing and afterwards we headed back to one of the girl's place.

After we arrived we started our usual drinking and smoking, getting everyone in kind of a sexual mood. Then we started a slow strip of our women. Barb, my date, was always a lot of fun. She said she was sexually liberated and liked having fun. She was on the pill but still required condoms. She said the last thing she needed was to explain a baby to her parents.

While we were doing our thing, Mark and Alisha were doing theirs. We were all in the living room making out and getting naked. Mark looked at me and reminded me of the white/black comparison and asked if I wanted to swap? I looked at Barb and she said she didn't mind, so we swapped right there in the living room. Alisha took me by the hand and lead me into her bedroom. A nice big queen size bed. We both continued to undress and then laid together and started having sex. She was the first black woman I was ever with. She was something else, a really good looking, big busted, big butt woman.

I buried my face in her huge globes. God, what a turn on. Sucking on those big dark nipples, watching them get hard. We decided on a little sixty-nine with her on top. She spread her legs putting them on both sides of my head. I was staring into her hairy private area and spread it with my fingers. Then I saw the moist, wet, pink slit of her pussy that was calling for me. I buried my face into it sucking and eating it up. I could hear her sucking on my hard manhood making all the usual sucking sounds. With my member at full mast and her pussy at full wetness, she turned around and took a condom out of the night stand and slipped it over the head of my manhood. Then she raised herself up and slowly lowered herself on my engorged cock, letting it sink to the hilt inside her. As she was moving up and down on my manhood her breasts were bouncing up and down with every motion. I reached up and grabbed them in my hands while we both began to climax. She then rolled off of me and we laid together for a few minutes to regain our composure. I fell asleep which I usually do after a big climax if I had been drinking and smoking pot.

This was an example of my dating life. Mark and I would pick up girls and usually have sex with them. That was until I met Susan. Then things began to change. I made the ultimate mistake. I began to fall in love.

Susan was about two years younger than me. She went to a two year college and we ended up graduating the same year. I met her when I was a senior. She wasn't part of our usual crowd. We met at one of the local hangouts. Mark and I were just hanging around the bar when he noticed her on the dance floor dancing a fast tune with a few of her girlfriends. Man, could she ever dance. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. When it switched to a slow song Mark and I both went to approach her. Luckily I got there first and she accepted. She was so pretty and danced like an angel. It was damn near love at first sight. 

I walked her back to her table and started talking to her. She was an only child, going to school for secretarial studies. She was due to graduate and already had a job offer lined up. I told her about my studies and that I would have my bachelor's degree in business management that year also. That was the start of our dating. We began to see each other fairly regularly. It was about the third date before we became intimate. She had one of the softest bodies I have ever felt. I loved kissing her soft breasts and working my way down to her mid-section.

The first time we had sex it was more like making love. I never had that kind of relationship with the women I had sex with. It was always a pretty fast pace, pretty much just getting us both off. But with Susan it was different. I took my time and lightly kissed her as I worked my way down to her sweet valley. She had just a tuft of light blond hair which was trimmed so neatly. I loved kissing her mound and then entering the valley below. When I couldn't wait any longer I pulled out my manhood, slipped a condom on and slowly shoved it into her waiting tunnel. God, she felt so great. I knew I was falling in love with her. Sex was never this good with all the other women. I knew it was because of the way I felt about her.

I remember telling Mark about Susan. He asked when he was going to get a chance at her? I told him that I thought this was the one. I knew I didn't want to share her with anyone. I wanted her all for myself. That's another reason I believed I loved her.

I stopped smoking pot but still drank a little. I didn't need a high to make love with Susan. I could get a hard on just thinking about her. I know she wasn't a virgin even though we never talked about it. Since we were dating, we were monogamous. We did some double-dating, even with Mark and his women, but at the end of the night we were always alone together.

After we both graduated and she started her job and I found a position with a local company we became engaged. She took me to meet her parents who seemed to like me a lot. Her dad took me aside and told me Susan was their little girl, the love of their life and he wanted the best for her and to please take good care of her. I told him of course I would. I was madly in love with her and would do my best to protect her treat her like a princess.

Next, I took Susan to meet my folks. They fell in love with her at first sight. She was just one of those kind of people. You couldn't help loving her. I remember my mom saying that Susan was going to be the daughter she never had. There was just me and my two younger brothers.

Things couldn't have been better. We planned our wedding for the following year. It would take that long to get everything planned and in order. We weren't in a hurry seeing that we were always together anyway. Susan still lived with her parents and thought she would stay there until after we were married. They didn't believe couples should live together before marriage. So, we were willing to abide by that. Besides she would be able to save up more money for our future. Her parents weren't going to charge their only daughter rent.

I found a really nice condo living area. Everyone living in the subdivision could use the hot tub and pool facilities. I moved in and figured this would be our house after we got married. It was perfect for us. Three bedrooms in case we had any children in the future. We could always use the rooms as a guest room and office until we needed them.

Life was good. We saw each other most every day. She even spent a night now and then at the condo. Her parents knew but never really pressed the issue.

One day I got a call from Mark. He wanted to know if Susan and I wanted to go out for dinner and dancing the following Saturday. We decided to go and all the reservations were made. Susan really liked Mark. He was always a gentlemen around her even though we all kidded around a lot. Mark invited Alisha, his black girlfriend. She was totally opposite in looks from Susan. As I mentioned earlier, Alisha was big busted, around 5'7', maybe 140 pounds. Susan had an hourglass figure, was petite and small busted but her breasts were damn near perfect.

Susan never knew how wild Mark and I used to be in high school and college. Of course we weren't going to tell her either. We had a great time when we all went out. We had a nice dinner and then we went into a quiet lounge and did some slow dancing. We all danced and Susan even danced a few numbers with Mark and I danced with Alisha. We had all had quite a bit to drink when Mark suggested going over to my condo and getting in the hot tub. No one objected and away we went. Susan had a bikini at my house that she changed into. I put on a swimsuit and loaned one to Mark. We were about the same size. We asked Alisha what she could wear. We knew Susan was a lot smaller and wouldn't have anything that could possibly fit Alisha. So Alisha said she would wear her bra and panties seeing they covered about as much as Susan's swim wear.

We all got in the hot tub. It felt great. We brought out the booze and continued to drink. I know we all had too much but we were among friends. Mark lit up a marijuana cigarette. He and Alisha took turns smoking it. He asked me if I wanted a hit and I took it. I offered it to Susan. She told me she had never tried it but always wanted to. She took a hit and coughed. We all laughed and said that happens to everyone the first time. Mark then lit another and we all started smoking it. Between the booze and the pot it was almost like old times.

I looked over and saw Mark taking off Alisha's bra. He started feeling her up and was kissing her. It kind of got me turned on and I started to do the same with Susan. She began to object when I started removing her top but glanced over at Mark and Alisha and just went along. I was sucking on Susan's breasts getting her nipples etra hard. We were all out of it, the pot had done its job. We wanted sex in the worst way so we all got out of the tub and headed to the bedroom. I only had the one king size bed and Susan and Alisha both climbed up on it.

I had to take a quick piss and when I came back into the bedroom Mark was removing Susan's bikini bottom. I could tell she was three sheets to the wind and was kind of starry eyed. Alisha had removed her panties and was fingering herself while watching Mark and Susan.

I should have stopped it right then but I was mesmerized besides being totally out of it. Mark had removed Susan's bikini bottom and was now eating her pussy. Alisha pulled me over and started giving be a blow job. There I was watching my future wife laying there getting eaten out by my friend while I was receiving a blow job from his girlfriend.

Then it happened. Mark climbed up and inserted his cock into my future wife's pussy. She just rolled her head to the side and it was like she was in another world while looking at me. Almost expressionless. Alisha laid back down as I climbed on her and inserted my very hard cock into her waiting pussy. It was like a fantasy, watching my fiancé getting fucked by Mark while I fucked Alisha. It was Mark's dark body on Susan's light skinned body, and Alisha's black body under by white skinned body.

I watched Mark smile as he pushed hard into Susan. I saw Susan close her eyes. Then I realized none of us wore protection as Mark shot his hot load into my fiancé, while I shot my load into Alisha. Then I passed out due to the booze and pot.

I woke up a couple of hours later. There was Susan sleeping nude next to me. Mark and Alisha were gone. God, I hoped it was a dream. Then I looked down at Susan's pussy and saw the cum stuck on her bush. Damn, damn, damn, it really happened. I let another man fuck my fiancé. My stomach started to churn. It's one thing to fantasize about watching someone you love with another person but it is altogether a different feeling knowing it happened.

I was both mad and sad. Not only did I let Mark fuck her but he didn't even wear a condom. I always wore a condom when having sex with her. I don't know why but my dick started to get hard and I guess I wanted revenge against Susan even though it wasn't entirely her fault. I climbed between her legs and pushed my cock into her. I started pumping hard, not the loving sex we always had. I just wanted to shoot my sperm deep into her. 

She woke up and said, "Jerry, Jerry, what are you doing? God, it hurts." Then I saw tears in her eyes.

I yelled at her, "You let Mark fuck you without protection. I'm just doing what he did." Then I came, shooting my load deep inside of her, coating her insides with my cream, not waiting for her to even get anything out of it. Then I climbed off of her and went into the shower.

I started crying while in the shower. What the hell is wrong with me? I let another man fuck my girlfriend and then took my revenge out on her which she didn't deserve. I was supposed to be her protector, not her rapist. God, my mind was in total turmoil. I was afraid to face her after what I did. Then the bathroom door opened and Susan came it. She heard me crying and got in the shower with me and just held me. I didn't deserve her, she was much too good for me.

After getting out of the shower we decided we had to talk. This just couldn't wait. I apologized to her and she apologized to me. She told me she didn't even know what was happening until it was too late. She went on to explain:

"Jerry, as you know I never smoked pot before and I never want to again. When I was lying on the bed, I thought it was you removing my swimsuit, not Mark. My mind was in a total fog. It was as though I was there but not there. Then I glanced over and saw you looking at me. I couldn't figure out why I felt you on top of me when you were staring at me from the side. The next thing I knew, I felt someone enter me. It really didn't feel all that good. I felt numb. I felt his cum entering me. I looked over at you and you were having sex with Alisha. I didn't know what to think or how it happened. After you came you passed out. Mark got off of me and he and Alisha got up, got dressed and went home. I cuddled up to you because my mind couldn't quite comprehend what had just happened. I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I really didn't want to have sex with Mark. You are the only one I love."

There she was apologizing to me when it was my fault. Damn Mark, he knew that Susan was the love of my life but he just had to do it.

Mark called a couple of days later. I told him off and how he was so selfish and how Susan and I were so disappointed in him. I told him I never really cared to see him again. He really didn't have much to say other than he didn't think it was a such big deal. It wasn't something that we hadn't done before only not with Susan.

Susan and I got pretty much back to normal. I did have problems whenever we made love the next few times. I used condoms again but I kept picturing her with Mark. Hopefully it would eventually fade from my memory.

About a month in a half later the bomb fell. Susan told me she was pregnant. She told me she took the home pregnancy test twice to be sure. I asked her what she was going to do about it? She looked puzzled at me and said, "I'm going to have our baby."

I looked at her and asked, "What if it's Mark's child and not mine?"

She looked scared, "Please don't say that, Jerry. You're the man I love. It will be our child."

I asked her if she was going to tell our parents? She said, "Of course, they're going to be the grandparents and the sooner they know, the better off we will all be."

I wish I could be as happy about it as Susan was. I hoped God was on my side on this and make the child ours. I really was worried about it. 

In the coming weeks Susan told her parents about the upcoming child. They were disappointed in us not using protection but were happy for us. They were going to be grandparents and were happy about that. They wanted to know if we wanted to change our wedding plans? Susan told them that it would all change now and that we would probably just have a small wedding after the birth of the baby.

I wanted to talk to someone about the possibility of the baby not being mine. I just couldn't do it. God, please make the baby look like me. I told my parents about the pregnancy. They were somewhat disappointed in my not using protection but were excited about being grandparents also. Since they thought of Susan as their daughter they were really happy for us.

One day when Susan and I were talking, I asked her if she would have gotten an abortion if she knew the baby wasn't mine? She looked me right in the eye and said, "Never! It wasn't the baby's fault that it would be born. Why would I ever consider taking its life?"

I asked her if the baby turns out to be Mark's, would she consider giving it up for adoption?

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and said, "It is my baby too, Jerry. I will have carried it for nine months. It's my flesh and blood also. No, I could not give it up. It will be my child no matter who the sperm donor is. It will be my mom and dad's grandchild. I am their only child and would never give my baby away. As much as I love you, I could never give my baby away. Please try and understand."

Well, I knew where I stood. If the child was mine, there would be no problems. If the child was Mark's, I would have to make a decision. Give up the woman I love or raise a child that I did not father. Only time would tell.

I went on acting and hoping for the best. The time for the delivery came. I had gone to all the classes with Susan. I was going to participate in the delivery. The time arrived and Susan and I headed for the hospital. I contacted both of our parents to let them know we were going to the hospital. They were all excited because they knew they were about to have a grandson. What they didn't know is that I might not be the father.

I put on the gown and mask and headed into the delivery room. Everything was set. I was holding tightly onto Susan's hand. The last thing she said to me before starting to push was, "Jerry, I love you with all my heart. Please stay with me regardless of the outcome." Then she began to push. 

The doctor and nurses were doing their thing. They directed Susan to push harder when the baby was coming out. The doctor caught the baby, who was covered in fluids. He handed me the knife to cut the umbilical cord. I took the knife and cut the cord. The nurse quickly took the baby and weighed it .... seven pounds six ounces, and twenty-one inches long. She cleaned the baby up and laid him beside Susan.

There lay my blond fiancé with her infant child next to her. He was about as dark as his seed carrying Hawaiian father. Susan had tears in her eyes as she looked up at me. My face full of sadness showed as I took off the gown and walked out of the room. I approached Susan's parents and said, "Your daughter and grandson are doing fine." As I walked past my parents without saying a word to them, I headed toward the door to leave the hospital.




Who's Your Daddy?



My dad yelled out, "Jerry, Jerry. What's wrong?"

I turned to him and cried, "It's not my baby, dad. It's not mine." Then I told them I needed to be alone and I would stop by to talk to them tomorrow.

I stopped by the nearest liquor store and picked up a bottle of whiskey and went home to my condo to think and drink. The next thing I knew it was morning and I had one hell of a hangover. I made a pot of coffee and took a shower. As I was drinking a cup of coffee the phone rang. It was my mother. She told me dad needed to talk to me. It was very important and asked if I could I come over to talk with him.

I told her I would be there within the hour. I asked if there was a problem with Susan or the baby? She said as far as she knew they were doing fine. This was just something that she and my dad wanted to talk to me about.

I arrived at my parents house about a half-hour later. Mom, dad and I sat down at the kitchen table. My dad was going to do the talking and mom was there for support and to pour the coffee. He started out by saying that Susan told them about the one time mistake with Mark. She didn't supply any details but just wanted everyone to know that she had no feelings for Mark. Susan's parents had asked her if we didn't get married whether she wanted to go after Mark for child support? She told them, "Aabsolutely not." The only man she wanted in her life was me. If I didn't want to marry her, she would raise little Jerry on her own. She didn't want Mark involved in her life at all.

What my dad said next really shocked me.

He asked me, "Jerry, did you ever notice that you are the only one in our family with red hair?"

"You always said I took after mom's side of the family a few generations back," I replied.

"The truth is, Jerry, I may not your biological dad. At least I'm not sure. Your mom and I were best friends and neighbors for years but not lovers. I always loved her but was afraid to tell her. One day when I got up the nerve to ask her out she accepted. She said she had always loved me too but didn't want to ruin our friendship. She had just broken off with an old boyfriend when we started dating. A couple of months into our intimate relationship, she found out she was pregnant. She told me I might not be the father because it seemed as though we started our relationship after the date the doctors calculated. I told her I didn't care, that I loved her and wanted to marry her as soon as possible. Six months later, you were born. You are my son, you have always been my son, and as far as I'm concerned I am your sperm donor. I never wanted a DNA done. I would just as soon keep that element of doubt. I love you, son, with all my heart. We are only telling you this now because you have a similar circumstance. You have a woman who truly loves you and a child that need a father. It's now up to you," he said.

"But I don't know if I could love another mans child dad." I spoke

Then my mom spoke. "Jerry, a father is the man who raises the child. Who gives the child a home. Who is there for all its needs. Who's there to support and teach and love that child at any cost. That's what your father did for you. He has loved you as much as any father could love a son. He was always there for you."

I began to cry, both my parents put their arms around me and held me. I got up, thanked them and headed for the hospital. Susan was supposed to be released sometime that day. As I arrived, I headed up to Susan's room. When I entered she was feeding little Jerry. She looked up at me with tears in her eyes. I walked up to her and gently kissed her on the forehead. Then I gently kissed little Jerry. As I looked at Susan, I told her that I loved her and would always be there for her and our baby.

The nurse came in with the official documents to be signed. She asked the mother's name for the birth certificate and I gave her Susan's name. Then she asked the father's name and as I looked at Susan I said, "Gerald Mayer," my official name. I signed and dated the documents.

A few minutes later Susan's parents arrived. When they saw me sitting there holding the baby her mother started crying. I looked over at them and asked if they could get the preacher to marry us that coming weekend. I wanted my wife and my son at my house.

We did get married that following weekend. We moved into our condo and set up the baby's room. Susan took a two-month leave of absence from her job. Once she started back her mom was going to be our official baby sitter. My parents were over all the time to see their grandson as well. I never had a paternity done. As far as I was concerned little Jerry was mine. We never spoke of Mark as being the sperm donor again. We were really happy. My dad was right. It takes a lot more than a sperm donor to be a father. I learned that the first time I changed a diaper. 

That took place about four months ago. Susan is back at work and I'm doing good in my job also. We go out now and then but the special time in our life is when we are home as a family. Then we put little Jerry to bed and things get real special. We make love. Never again will I ever force myself on Susan. She is always there for me with open arms (and legs). 

One day as I was holding little Jerry, Susan came in from work and said that in about seven months little Jerry was going to have a little sister who would probably have red hair. I looked up at Susan and smiled. Life is Good!

Thanks for reading my story
Comments welcome

DG Hear



Who's Your Daddy?



For those of you who voted for my last story, 'Daddy, I whispered', I want to thank you all very much. The story has received an incredible total of 1300 votes so far in just 15 days. This is more votes than I've received for any of my previous stories. In fact the story received more votes in a shorter period of time than any story in the history of Literotica. Thanks!!

The following story is an incest story set on an island near Nantucket – I hope you enjoy it...I had fun writing it! 

The Island – Summer

The sun was high in the deep blue sky as I sat watching from the outdoor terrace of Emma's Café as the old car ferry slowly approached the dock of Eastport, a hundred eager passengers lining its newly painted, white rails. I could see the two of them now, waving, happy, broad smiles on their faces, their bodies so ripe, their breasts taut against their wind blown shirts, their hard firm bums and thighs stretching their silk shorts.

The annual migration from the cities to our island had started, a migration that annually transformed our sleepy Atlantic island of one thousand people into a bustling, crowded tourist destination.

I knew the locals, who had spent the winter on the island, trying to rest up for the frantic three months of summer when another five thousand people, mostly Bostonians and New Yorkers, descended on the island, would be both elated and disgusted by these arrivals.

Elated because they knew these mainlanders allowed them a standard of living unthinkable to their ancestors, those tough, hard men and women who had struggled to wrestle a living from the sea for three hundred years before the tourists had arrived.

But angry and disgusted also – they simply didn't like these foreign mainlanders, these bossy, rude, crude know-it-alls whose orders they had to take from Memorial Day til Labor Day in order to earn their living. These people who regarded them as little more than simpletons and treated them as if they were their slaves.

I was one of the few people who knew and interacted with both groups, both local and summer people, moving easily between the two solitudes. My family had been here for generations, my island house sat on a land grant issued to the Von Scouries' more than two hundred and ninety years ago. Every local knew my family, our history and even though I now spent nine months a year on the mainland, they all regarded me as one of them.

My name is James Roderick Von Scourie and I had been born here sixty-three years ago, in the same house I came home to every summer, a house built on the foundations that my great, great, great, great, great grandfather had first put down so long ago. The present house dated from about 1875, and although it had endured many additions and modifications over the years, expensive alterations that had made the house as modern as any on the island, no one would ever mistake my house for one of those millionaire's monstrosities that had sprung up everywhere on the islands. 

Ours was a long thin island, one of a group that stretched outward from Nantucket and my old house sat on its less habited south coast, the last private property before the State Wildlife Refuge that took up the last three miles on the western end of the island.

I had been back for three weeks now, and had been eagerly anticipating the arrival of this very ferry for every day I'd been here – it was of course carrying my two favorite girls in the world.

I had always watched the two girls over the years, had watched them growing up, watched them running on the beach, watched them slowly mature, each summer watching them slowly metamorphose from girls to young women. I can't wait any longer, I thought, as I watched the two skip down the gangplank from the ferry, chatting and giggling as they went, their Mom and Dad trailing slowly after them.

I could see the joy on their faces at being back on the island, their fancy private school and their elegant house in the big city forgotten. They had always preferred casual dress and manner I knew, continually challenging their father's patrician family's sense of decorum and correctness. Taking after their Mom, I thought smiling, quickly glancing at the beautiful Mrs. Butler who trailed behind them.

I can still easily remember the first day Miss Brigitte Nilsson, an innocent looking eighteen year old Swede, who had just finished first year at Bryn Mawr, had walked down this same gangplank she was descending now, giggling on the arm of William Butler the 3rd, scion of one of Boston's most distinguished families.

That year he had just graduated from Harvard law, a nice boy/man who had the world at his feet, but he'd had a bemused look on his face that day, as though he couldn't believe that the goddess at his side had chosen to accompany him. I could see that even twenty-some years later he still seemed surprised that she was with him.

And even as my eyes returned to their young daughters and watched as they in turn jumped the last step onto the cement pier I couldn't stop the image that flashed almost painfully through my brain – the girls mother standing naked on the deserted beach, her straw colored hair dancing in the breeze as she dipped her toes in the surf, her perfect, pink tipped breasts dancing on her chest as laughing, she kicked a rivulet of sparkling water toward me.

Christ it's already twenty years since that day, I mumbled to myself as the girl's parents stepped onto the pier. Watching I saw the old Rolls turn through the gate and edge toward them, and couldn't help smiling as the car lumbered to a stop and 'Old John' slowly emerged. Jesus, he must be close to eighty, I thought, the handyman and driver for the family as long as I could remember, one of those constants in island life that somehow defined it.

Minutes later Mom and Dad were safely ensconced in the back seat and all the bags safely stowed in the trunk but the girls danced off, I could see them miming to their parents they'd get home later. The two seemed to talk to everyone on the dock and everyone they met as they moved onto Main Street and towards the outdoor terrace where I sat with my late morning coffee and cinnamon bun. 

They left a sea of goodwill in their wake as they proceeded along; they had their Mom's ease and friendliness that disarmed everyone and even the locals accepted and liked those nice 'Butler Girls' as they were always referred to, almost as if the two were indivisible. 

And yet they were two very different girls, both physically and mentally, their only common trait was their obvious happiness with each others company. I could see that Isobel, the eldest by a year, the blond extrovert, the more obvious beauty of the two, was listening intently to her younger sister as they approached me.

Seeing me they came over, "Hi professor," they both sang out, happy, friendly smiles on their faces as they leant over the waist high rail that separated the terrace from the street.

"Hi Isobel, Samantha," I sang, unable to keep the love I felt for them out of my voice.

We talked for minutes, the girls friendly, comfortable even when speaking to an old man like me, charming me effortlessly without even a conscious effort. They just plain liked people, no matter their class or age or race, and of course everyone who met them recognized this niceness almost immediately and responded to it.

"I'm going to stay a minute Izzy," Samantha told her sister, "I need to talk to the professor for a sec," and then turning to me asked, "Is that ok sir?"

Shorter than her sister by maybe two inches, Sam was still a tall girl at five-nine and as her long, curly, auburn hair billowed around her head in the breeze I was captivated by her beauty, a beauty that had snuck up on everyone, so that she now exuded a sexual aura as strong as her older sister. "So where in Boston did you find the magical lantern?" I asked as she sat opposite me.

"What do you mean?" she asked, a quizzical frown crossing her smiling face.

"Here I thought my summer assistant was going to be that thin, coltish, giggling, high school teen who's been prancing around the island for the last four years and now instead, voila, magically you've turned into this gorgeous young woman," I said grinning. "Gosh, poor Izzy, having to live in the shadow of a beautiful younger sister."

Every summer I brought with me to the island a student, an English major from the University, someone who wanted to be a writer, someone who was willing to do my 'Joe' jobs in exchange for being in my presence, a chance to learn from the master. They were always girls, always pretty and I always eventually slept with them, the sweet young things oh so eager to share the bed with the famous author.

Samantha Butler, my next door summer neighbor had written me in January, asking if I'd consider her for the position, that she wanted to be a writer, that she so wanted to see how a real author worked. I was pissed off at first, having had already narrowed my choice down to two incredibly hot University of Georgia sophomores, either of whom I knew would melt under my tongue, thrash under my hard cock.

I was pissed off because I knew immediately that I'd give her the job, that I was incapable of refusing her anything. After a couple of letters and e-mails during the early spring I had offered her the job and now here we were.

"Yeah right!" she said blushing, but I could see she was happy with the compliment. Shy and studious, Sam had lived all her life in the shadow of her blond sister and I knew not many men had ever compared her looks favorably to Isobel. "Like Izzy is ever going to have to worry about another girl. And besides, if I had found a Genie I wouldn't have wasted a wish on my looks."

"No, no need to," I complimented her, my eyes caressing her, and then asked, probing, "What would you wish for Sam?" wanting to know every secret of this darling girl.

"That's for me to know professor," she said laughing as she stretched sinuously in her seat, her full, round breasts testing her t-shirt tops tensile strength as she arched her back. "I am going to College in the fall you know Professor," she finally added. "Bryn Mawr."

"Your mom's school."

"Uh huh, English major – I want to be a writer," she said shyly, "like you... well you already know that of course... When do you want me to start professor?"

"Whenever you're settled honey. No rush, I'm sure you have lots of friends to see, things to do."

"I'll start tomorrow sir. I want you to treat me just like you would anyone else."

Right, I thought, as if that was possible. "All right Samantha. Why don't you come over first thing, say eight, and we'll get organized. I'll probably need you til one-thirty or two most days Sam, and then you'll be free for all your boyfriends every afternoon. OK?"

"Yes sir," she said beaming, "You won't regret letting me work with you sir, I promise."

As she skipped away, calling to her sister up the road, I watched her rear wriggling firmly under her skimpy, white silk shorts and knew I'd never regret my decision. 

~~~~~

The Von Scourie house was a large one, and while the front door stood facing inland and the driveway, the very last house on the road, the real orientation of the house was towards the beach and all the important rooms faced the ocean. A ten foot wide balcony ran across the second floor of the house and gave a perfect view of the Atlantic and the next island in the archipelago, three miles off, from the comfortable wicker sofas that were scattered along its fifty foot length.

Below the balcony, was a deck with chairs and table and barbeque, and farther down a rectangular pool surrounded by a grassy lawn, and then three stairs leading to a path that twisted through the sea grass and led to the forty foot wide beach that fronted the ocean. 

But the houses name, at least what the locals called it, 'Von Scourie's Tower', was derived from its most unusual feature, the structure that jutted twenty-five feet upwards from the roof of the house, a tower that dominated the surrounding area.

My great-uncle James, Jimmy to everyone on the island when he was living, had added the tower some sixty years ago, to the derision, I might add, of the whole populace. But now it was quite famous, and now most of the island paintings and seascapes displayed in the tourist shops of Eastport included the Von Scourie tower somewhere on the horizon.

My writing room, my sanctuary, was at the top of the tower, a room that was all windows and bookcases, a fifteen by fifteen foot space some fifty feet in the air, which from my desk gave me a view in all four directions with just the turn of my head.

"WOW," was Samantha's first word when her head poked through the hatch and into my workplace after climbing the steep stairwell of the tower the next morning just after eight. "We always wanted to come up here and see the view and play," she explained, and went on to tell me the various things her sister and she imagined.

"Why didn't you tell me?" I laughed, "I would have let you in anytime."

"Oh look, you can see our house. And all the way over to the north side." She turned and took in the view in all four directions, the ocean, the dunes, the seagrass, the soaring pines that were mirrored by the tall, pine bookcase in each corner that stood flanking the windows, the pond sitting tranquilly in the Park, the seagulls soaring by, the... "God, wait til I tell Izzy, she'll be so jealous," she laughed as she skipped around the room, touching the desks and the computers, the books and the large telescope sitting facing the sky, almost as if she was just making sure it wasn't a dream.

She finally slowly began to inspect one bookcase and after a quick study exclaimed, "These are all books you've written aren't they? Gosh, in French and German and, what language is this sir?"

"Bulgarian," I finally announced after looking at the book. "I'm one of those vain authors Sam, I work surrounded by all these first editions of my novels."

"You should be proud sir," she whispered, just a little bit of adoration creeping into her voice, "I've loved all your books, they're so good."

"And these?" she asked as she danced to the opposite corner and pulled down a couple of books. "You like science fiction professor?" she asked quizzically as she leafed through one.

I'm Professor Emeritus at the University of Georgia in Athens these days, the University my home since they offered me the chance to be writer-in-residence for one year, all expenses paid, thirty-six years ago when I was a struggling young writer. Athens, Georgia is a great town to live in and the people at the University treated me grandly that year, making me feel so welcome that I never left, even when I became successful and fairly famous.

They appointed me a Professorship in their Department of English and basically left me alone to write, my only duty one that I loved, which was to lead a seminar in creative writing for the Schools most talented young minds.

I had written twelve 'Von Scourie' novels over the years, novels set in Boston and the islands of the sound, novels which over the years had won both critical and popular acclaim. I wasn't a Hemingway but there wouldn't be many Modern American Lit courses in America that wouldn't have one of my books on the reading list. And they sold, so what the hell?

But... but I had also written other books, books written under a variety of pseudonyms, and the Sci-Fi book Sam was now holding was one of them. "This is your first trade secret Sam," I whispered conspiringly in her ear.

"What sir?"

"I wrote it, in fact all of them," I said pointing around the room, my finger pressed against my lip, begging her silence in the future.

"What! All of them?" she gasped as she danced to the next bookcase, pulling out a couple of mysteries. "Gee, I've read some of these," she laughed, and then added as she flitted to the final bookcase, "how many books have you written anyway?" 

"Uhhhhh," I stalled, my eyes intently watching as she pulled a volume from an upper shelf, wondering what her reaction would be.

"EROTICA TOO!" she gasped as she looked up at me after reading a few lines, startled by her discovery.

"Maybe it'd be better if you don't read those ones," I replied as I stretched my arm to grab the book from her.

"Oh no sir, I want to read everything you've written," she proclaimed with the eagerness of youth, a sly twinkle in her eye as she pulled the book back out of my reach, her body taut against her thin dress as she arched away from me. "All this is so exciting, I'm so happy to be here Professor," she beamed as she swung her arms to encompass the whole room.

It only took me a morning to realize my luck, to understand Sam would be the perfect assistant for me, that my fear that she'd somehow hinder my work had been completely groundless. I slowly took her through what I expected of her and of how I worked. "I'm always working on various projects at one time Sam, I explained. "I try to write four-five hours every day, eight til ten, then a quick swim and breakfast, then til one-thirty or two. I'll often reread and plan during the afternoon or night but I'll be constantly finding jobs for you."

"You're going to have to do a lot of research. For example, you may have to look up the best route from one place to another, street names, distances, what noted buildings on the route, etc., etc. Or how far to Pluto from Mars. Just type whatever you find right into the text in green."

"You're going to have to read all my current stuff, and my background notes so you know where I am and where I'm going. You may have to read a couple of the earlier books in each genre so you understand my style, etc. I also want you to read what I write daily and let me know where my mistakes are, when my writing is crap, when I go off track, when..."

"But Professor, I'm not..."

"You're also in charge of backing up the work, making sure back-up copies are in secure places, handling my web site, my fan letters."

"Golly Sir!"

Even though she was slightly overwhelmed, I also saw that she was more than competent. Two minutes explaining the computer system were enough to show me that she not only understood how I used them, but that she would be capable of easily improving my system, her computer skills far outdistancing mine. Her concise, to the point questions on everything I explained immediately allowed me to see she understood what was required.

Within a half hour we were both hard at work, a record compared with any of her predecessors over the years. Looking up after about twenty minutes I regretted I wasn't writing one of my erotic tales that morning. Watching her sitting in front of her flickering screen at the desk facing me, the morning sun backlighting her thick, rich hair, a pen dangling between her lips, her glasses raised high above her forehead, her breasts heaving; I immediately saw her as 'teenage temptress personified' as a complete sexual story flashed before my eyes.

At some point she had unbuttoned the top two buttons on the demure summer dress she had worn this morning, having earlier explained her choice of clothes as, "I let Mom choose today. She insisted I look proper on the first day of my first job," she had confessed, a slight blush on her face.

"You look perfect Sam," I had complimented her, letting her know she could basically wear any of her summer clothes in future. And now as I looked over at her I could see the top of the valley between her breasts, could see the edge and straps of a lilac colored silk demi-bra, and with each movement she made, from computer to reference book to computer and back, I could see her breasts dancing under the thin material.

I was stroking myself under the table, daydreaming, wondering if I dared lower the zipper on my shorts and let him free, wondering if I could slip under the desk, in search of a dropped pen, to look up between her golden thighs, when she looked up and smiled and said, "I'm enjoying this sir."




Who's Your Daddy?



Jesus!

~~~~~

She left that first day at three, and would've been content to stay all day if I hadn't shooed her out finally, carrying five books and three CD's of new stories and notes and promising, "I'll get right to work on this tonight sir." As a parting shot, she said with a sexy grin, obviously teasing me and testing my response at the same time, "I took three of your old 'Erotic' books too professor, that's a genre I don't know much about."

"You don't? I thought all you young, modern girls fell asleep reading 'Vagina Monologues', and the like," I laughed. 

"Ha, ha, ha professor. But if I do need something explained I'll ask Isobel. She's quite the expert," she exclaimed as she started down the stairs.

"Is she?" I asked as her head dropped through the hatch and she disappeared. But I couldn't help but wonder just how innocent my little, sweet Samantha was, and just how come those top two buttons had come undone.

~~~~~

The week that followed was the happiest I'd had in years, as I couldn't help but be continually delighted by the presence of this young girl I'd always loved but never known. She was smart and funny and kind and sexy; everything a father could ever ask for in a daughter.

She'd arrive at eight and we'd work for an hour and a half before breaking for a quick swim and then a breakfast prepared by my housekeeper and cook, Mrs. Gomez, Maria. Samantha had been surprised the first day we swam; unable to stop gawking when I appeared by the pool in just a small bathing thong.

Finally, after staring at me for seconds as I walked toward her, she blurted, "Gee professor, is that all you swim in?"

"You're lucky he's wearing anything," Maria interjected crankily.

"What?"

"The good professor usually swims totally naked honey. In the ocean or in the pool, always naked," Mrs. Gomez complained, a broad grin on her face. "You can't run around with your thingamajig bouncing in front of that poor, innocent girl, I told him," she said smiling.

"But what about you Mrs. Gomez?"

"I'm an old widow Miss, a small little thing like that doesn't bother me," she laughed. 

"Is it really that small Mrs. Gomez," Sam grinned back as I retreated from the two females and jumped into the pool.

~~~~~

Later that day, after I had finished my writing for the day, we found ourselves back lounging by the pool, reading.

"You don't have to wear it for my sake, you know sir," she said as she glanced over at me.

"Probably better if I do Sam, it's bad enough I have you reading erotica," I answered, unable not to gawk at the perfect young body that was trying to escape from her sexy, white bikini.

"Do you mind if I sunbathe topless sir," she suddenly asked minutes later, and before I could respond she had the skimpy bra untied and thrown aside. "I mean, we do it at home," she started to explain, now shy, clearly uncertain of how I'd react.

React – Fuck, my cock was already jumping as my eyes lingered hungrily on her chest. She was bigger, both rounder and fuller, than her mom or sister were. Her aureoles were large and brown, much darker than her mom's pink circles. And the nipples, hard now and straining under my eyes, were short but thick and I knew she'd groan when my lips engulfed them, licked them, stretched them.

"No problem sweetie, no problem at all." And as she shyly grinned, or was it slyly, I added, "I think I'm definitely going to put them in chapter three of my latest little book, you know, when Carlos, the gardener, sneaks into his mistress's daughter's bedroom and..."

"Professor!" she protested as she threw her towel at me, her breasts jiggling delightedly with every move.

But as I lay back and pretended to close my eyes and ignore her, I saw how she kept glancing at my groin, taking in the ridged pole that was stretching my thong to its limits.

~~~~~

Two mornings later she arrived early, just after seven-thirty, and was sitting, sipping coffee by the pool and talking to Maria, when I walked through the sea grass separating the beach from my yard. She pretended embarrassment at my nudity, but I could see the interest, the excitement in her eyes as they raked over me, and I also knew that she had arrived early just so she could see me.

As the days passed it became harder and harder to restrain myself, to not just take her, fuck her on the desk that separated us. I knew it was wrong, that I shouldn't have sex with this girl, that she was one of the only two women in the world I shouldn't make love with. And yet I knew that even that age old taboo wouldn't stop me, that the eighteen year separation I'd been forced to endure was somehow driving me towards Samantha's seduction.

It was a Monday afternoon, ten days after Samantha had started that another event occurred that momentarily sidetracked the mating dance Sam and I had been doing. 

I had noticed them coming as they walked up the beach but it was only as they passed in front of the house that I recognized Isobel and her latest beau Kenny White, a Dartmouth sophomore, a boy whose family had been coming to the island for the last five years. Izzy looked stunning in a skimpy, yellow bikini top and tight, blue jean short shorts, the fly down in the latest style, the matching yellow pants peeking through in an open invitation.

Sam, working quietly at her desk and facing inland, hadn't noticed her sister as she skipped by on the beach, leading Kenny by the hand, a bright smile on her face. I lost them for a second as they slipped between a dune about twenty yards down the beach but then they appeared again in a little hollow, a natural bowl between two sea grass covered sand hills.

They thought they were completely hidden, unaware that I in my tower could see everything through the two tall pines that framed the window that faced toward them. She pulled him towards her, and I knew immediately that she was the aggressor, and watched transfixed as her hands went behind her back and untied her top, and as it slipped down and off her perfect cones I couldn't hold back the gasp that escaped my lips.

I saw Samantha look up from the flickering screen as I stood and grabbed the binoculars from the desk, a questioning look on her face, wondering what had attracted my attention. 

They were already lying on the blanket they had placed on the hot sand when I looked back towards the little hollow, the yellow bra thrown carelessly aside in their haste. He was sprawled atop her now, kissing her hungrily as his hands moved over her chest, but I sensed in his urgency that he wasn't a practiced lover, that in his haste he'd never fully satisfy her.

I heard Sam rise and come towards the window, saw her finally see the scene below and glancing at her quickly saw the surprise flash across her face when she recognized her sister. "But..." she mumbled, "Why's Izzy doing that..?" And then I saw the blush spread across her cheeks as she looked over at me.

We both watched as Kenny stood and hurriedly dropped his shorts, and Sam almost moaned when she saw his prick standing out from his stomach. "We shouldn't watch," she mumbled towards the window, unable to move her eyes from the unfolding scene. 

They were both naked now and as he knelt between her legs we could see Isobel grasp his penis and pull him towards her. I sensed it when Sam grabbed the other pair of binoculars and we watched silently shoulder to shoulder, watched him slide his cock in her, and watched him as he urgently fucked her. 

I had seen immediately that Kenny wasn't that well endowed (although I'm sure Samantha didn't recognize this) and after just seconds of hurried pumping he came rapidly, his bodies pumping ejaculations obvious even to us as we watched from our window. Rolling off Isobel and on to his back, he lay panting as I focused the powerful binoculars on Izzy's blond bush and her distended pink lips which were leaking Kenny's white sap.

I knew Sam's eyes were trained on Kenny and the now semi limp sausage that lay dripping on his thigh and noticed she was breathing as heavily as the two lovers.

"Well, you'll certainly have something new to write about tonight Sam," I whispered, startling her out of her sexual reverie.

"We shouldn't have watc....oh God... what's she doing now?" Sam suddenly gasped and turning back to the couple I saw Isobel's left hand holding a reawakened prick as her lips popped over its purple head.

After watching her sister's head bob up and down for minutes, Sam finally stammered, "Oh Jesus, I have to go Sir... I'm sorry... but," as she fled from the room.

~~~~~

She was shy the next morning, clearly not sure whether to mention what we had seen or whether to just ignore it. We worked through the morning, not talking for the most part, and it was only when we broke for a swim around eleven that Samantha finally broached the subject.

"I'm a virgin you know sir," were the first words out of her mouth after we had finished our swim and were resting on chaises lounges by the pool.

"Are you? That's nice Sam," I replied noncommittally. 

"It surprised me... I mean I've never seen two people doing it ... I ... don't laugh sir; it's not funny."

"Sorry," I grinned.

"We shouldn't have watched sir. It was wrong," she hurried to add, blushing now, wondering why she had ever brought it up.

"We're writers Sam! Of course we're going to watch. If you don't look at things you'll never be able to write about them," I insisted.

"But..."

"Did you write anything last night when you got home?"

"NO!" But seeing my disbelieving look finally admitted, "I did think about it, dream about it though."

"I did too Miss Butler," I admitted laughing, "In fact I'm afraid your sweet sister may make quite a few appearances in my future books. Do you think Izzy would mind if I made her a starring character in my latest erotic tale?"

"PROFESSOR!"

"I don't know, something like 'Isabel lay back on the hot sand, her breasts heaving in anticipation, her thighs trembling, her insides on fire as she watched Kenny hovering above her, his thick, long, hard, huge prick ready to fill her with his molten seed.' What do you think?"

"You're terrible sir," she complained, trying unsuccessfully to stop a wide smile, and as she giggled I could see her nipples hardening and caught the quick glance she directed at my crotch. "Besides, I'm pretty sure that Kenny wasn't huge sir," she challenged, looking me right in the eyes before moving her gaze downward.

"I could put both of you in the story," I teased. "Beautiful teen sisters seduce Ivy Leaguers – call it something like 'Sam and Izzy's Island Orgasms'."

"You're terrible! I going back to work professor, I don't have all afternoon to fool around."

As I watched her as she strutted towards the door, her breasts bouncing proudly, her rear cheeks alive under the skimpy little boy-shorts she was wearing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and for the thousandth time in the last two weeks tried to justify what I was about to do.

~~~~~ 

But strangely enough, it was the older Butler sister who was the first victim of my sexual hunger, of my perverse desires.

Izzy and Kenny returned to their little hollow three days later, a July Friday afternoon I'll never forget. I had sent Samantha to Nantucket early that morning with a list full of errands to perform, errands that I knew would keep her busy at least half the day, and that she probably wouldn't be back until the two o'clock ferry from Nantucket got in. 

So, when I saw Izzy and Kenny walking up the beach, I knew I'd be able to watch them uninterrupted. My eyes, pressed against the powerful binoculars, never left the couple as they made love. I simply stroked my self in time with Kenny's feeble thrusts, fighting the almost overwhelming urge to rush down the beach and throw the boy aside and fill my girl with my hardness.

After they had made love two times they ran laughing hand in hand into the surf, and as I watched Isobel playing naked in the shallows, water droplets gleaming in the sunshine as they cascaded around and over her, I couldn't help but be reminded of her mom from so many years before. Although taller than her mom, she had the same slim figure, the long beautiful blond hair, the high, firm, pink tipped cones, the puffy nipples I knew would melt in my mouth, the powerful runners legs whose thighs would curl around my back, oh Jesus...

Kenny dressed and left after they'd swam but surprisingly Izzy lingered, and I watched as she lay on her towel in the hot bowl, tanning her naked body, allowing the sun to caresses her unprotected skin. 

~~~~

"I'm just going for a quick swim Maria," I called back loudly towards the house as I walked toward the breaking surf, sure that Isobel just yards away, lying naked behind the dune, would easily hear me. I dropped the towel when I was still five yards from the water, and wondered as I took the last steps whether a blond head had popped over the top of the dune, and whether two blue eyes were now staring at me.

I stayed in the water for about five minutes, ending up a little way up the beach directly opposite Isobel's hiding place. As I had splashed in the still cool surf, I had seen her head peeking over the dune and knew she would be watching when I left the water.

I slowly emerged, standing for seconds with the ocean just covering my hanging prick, letting the breaking and ebbing of the waves tease her with glimpses of my size before finally taking the last couple of steps to dry land. I quickly glanced up at the front window of my tower top room, and surprised, saw the glint of the sun reflecting off the lens of my binoculars, and knew that Samantha had got back early and was secretly watching me. 

I stood, not ten yards from Izzy's hiding place, and shook my body, much as a dog would, sending a spray of droplets flying, letting her see my whole body. Then walking over to and picking up my small towel, I slowly dried my hair as I faced her. Would she do anything, show herself, I wondered as I ran the towel down my chest and over my already waking cock.

I didn't have to wait long, for just as I took the first steps back towards the house, she emerged from between the dunes, topless and carrying her towel and top over her arm. Finally, when she was only ten feet away from me, she looked up and pretended to be stunned to see me naked in her path.

"Oh gosh professor," she almost squealed as she raised her free hand up to cover her nipples.

"Isobel, Christ you startled me," I responded, as my eyes roved hungrily over her. "Where'd you come from anyway?" I asked as I continued to slowly approach her, making no attempt to cover myself.

"You swim naked sir?" she asked, ignoring my question while boldly returning my gaze.

"Uh huh. You too?"

"No, no. I was just sunbathing sir. Topless... I just want to get an all-over tan... I mean I don't like the white lines, the," she stammered while letting her arm fall, exposing her perfect golden breasts, but the look in her eyes belied her nervous tone.

We were only two feet apart when we stopped and after slowly inspecting her I answered, "I thought I saw you and Kenny a little while ago in the ocean," and teasing, added, "you didn't look like you were wearing much then."

Blushing and stalling, she mumbled, "Kenny?"

"Uh huh, you know, the young man you were kissing in the little hollow over there."

"The hollow?"

"Yes Izzy. You know sweetie, that when I'm writing up in my room at the top of my tower and I look out the side window," and I turned and pointed up to where I knew Samantha watched, " I can see right into that little hollow."

"Everything?" And when she saw me nod my head, simply said, "Oh!"

We were just inches apart now, her nipples just brushing my chest, their hard, erect points being answered by a lengthening, a hardening that she soon felt rising against her stomach.

"I love tall women," I whispered, our mouths seconds away from each other.

"Most boys think I'm too tall sir."

"They're crazy Izzy," I breathed.

"You're in good shape sir, big. I mean not just tall, muscular, but..."

"I'm a man Isabel."

"I'm too young for you... I mean... we can't ..." were her last words before my lips captured hers.

It's hard to put into words the urgency, the excitement I felt as our mouths met and our bodies crashed together. It clearly had something to do with who her mother was, who she was, how many years I'd waited to be part of her life. 

I moved my mouth to her breast, and slowly licked the sea salt from her nipples before seizing one and drawing it into my mouth, my teeth lightly stretching it before I hungrily sucked it.

"Sirrrrr," she groaned as I moved to the other, and as I cupped her soft orb and ran my tongue around her sensitive aureole I felt her tremble under my fingers. Bending I quickly moved my hands to her hips and lowered the flimsy yellow bottom to the sand.


"You're beautiful honey," I whispered as I ran my fingers through her soft blond curls and cupped her pubic mound in my palm, lightly brushing her pink channel with my middle finger as I slowly moved my hand.

"Please sir, pleeeeese," she moaned as her hand clasped on top of mine, pushing it against her. I then knelt in front of her and after grasping her rear cheeks in my hands, brought my tongue to her, running its rough, wet surface over her pink, now open slit. She was already moist, and I inhaled her female odors as I tasted her rich juice.

Standing I kissed her, letting her taste her pussy's sap from the tip of my tongue as she felt my now raging cock throbbing against her mound.

Professor," she whispered as one hand snaked between our bodies and eager fingers circled me. 

Placing my hands under her ass, I lifted her up off the ground, and held her moist center just inches above my crimson cockhead. 

"Now sir, now," she pled, as she tightened her grip on me, trying to direct my shaft into her spread nether lips.

I lowered her slowly, and felt her wet insides adjust, widen, stretch as the thick head split her.

"Its big sir, so big," she said in wonderment, her fingers still tightly circling the base of my cock as her insides worked to lubricate the four inches already in her. I lifted her up and almost off me before lowering her again, forcing more of my rock hard shaft into her. Arms around Sam's back, I knelt slowly, lowering her to the towel lying on the hot sand. 

"I don't think I can take it all," my little girl started as I pulled back, but I pistoned back into her, deep, "Unhhh," again, deeper, "unnnhh," and then one final thrust brought a final almost feral groan, "Ahhhhhhhh...unnnhhhhhhh," from her grimacing lips as I filled her.

But when I pulled back Samantha whimpered, her "nooooooo, stayyyyy," suddenly stopped as I thrust back into her fiery furnace. I sped up; my urgent penetrations now met by lifting hips, and soon felt the tremors in my balls, warning me of that always exquisite explosion that was seconds away.

I felt her first spasm just as the rush of sperm sped down my bucking cock, and felt her orgasmic juices slide over my cockhead just as I flooded her vagina with my seed.

We fell apart, and shuddering and panting we watched each other, unable to disguise from the other just how extraordinary our coupling had been. Finally I turned her on her stomach and lifting her thighs off the sand, drove deep into her still distended and soaking cunt. Twice more I made love to Izzy, utilizing every trick I'd learned to pleasure my eldest daughter.

An hour later we lay exhausted in each others arms, covered with a sticky sheen of our orgasmic cream. 'But she's your daughter', kept echoing in my confused brain when she finally, giggling happily, danced off.

~~~~~ 

"I wasn't going to come today professor," she finally said, not even looking up as her words reached me. "Did you know I was in the tower, watching when you were fucking..." she demanded, when I made no reply to her statement, but her words trailed off sadly as she talked.




Who's Your Daddy?



"Well? Did you do it to hurt me?" she continued, finally looking up at me, a tear tumbling down her cheek.

I walked over to her and standing behind her laid my hands on her shoulders.

"NO! STOP!" she cried, pushing my hands off her as she stood and faced me, anger etched everywhere on her face.

I pulled her into my arms, holding her as she struggled to escape, pinning her hard against me as she started to sob. "You know I wanted you, that I loved you," she wailed as her tears fell on me. "OK, I know Izzy's prettier, but God professor, why'd you do it in front of me? Why'd you lead me on?" she asked, her eyes pleading, her words tugging at my heart.

I kissed the tears from her cheeks, and then held the struggling teen as my lips brushed hers, teasing, exploring, probing, prying; at last finding her tongue and then slowly awakening it.

"What are you doing?" she demanded when I put my arm behind her knee and lifted her into my arms. "What?" she giggled as I started to move towards the stairs.

"Well Miss Samantha Butler, would you like to make love with me in a large comfortable king size bed?" I asked, and then spinning around said, "Or would you prefer to lose your virginity right here on my desk? It's not very comfortable you know."

"You're crazy! I don't want you," she insisted, but the smile on her lips, the excitement in her eyes betrayed her. "No," she whispered as I turned again towards the stairs..... "Do you really want me?... We shouldn't, you.... Here, right here... I want to do it in the light, on the desk," she finished, her words hardly audible.

"You're so beautiful honey."

"I'm not. I'm Miss second choice," she protested, almost angry again.

"Haven't you heard of saving the best for last?" I asked as I lowered the zipper on her thin, flowered summer dress and slowly slipped the straps over her shoulders. As her wispy red silk bra quickly followed the dress to the floor, her palms rushed to her breasts, cupping each shyly in a hand.

"What?" I asked as I lifted her hands and exposed her heaving chest, her straining, cinnamon colored nipples. 

"What about Izzy," she asked as I felt her fingers quickly moving over the buttons on my shirt, ripping one off in her eagerness to undress me. Kneeling in front of me, within seconds she had the button on my shorts undone, the zipper lowered, and my penis sprang proudly free as she shoved my pants, my underwear down.

"Jesus Sam, gentle," I groaned as one hand encircled me while the other stole to the hanging sack below.

"I've wanted you sir, since the first day," she laughed, and then quietly added, "I've dreamt of it in me, filling me..."

I lifted her to her feet, embracing her as I backed her towards the desk, finally lifting her again and set her sitting on the edge of the desk, spreading her knees so that she was open to me.

"You're a hairy little thing, aren't you?" I asked grinning as I knelt between her legs and moved my tongue between her hairy folds.

"Oh God sir," she squealed as my soft lips captured her rigid clit. "Oh shit, I can't keep calling you sir. What should I call you anyway?" she asked as her fingers held my head against her.

Finally I pulled away and stood between her legs, my prick, painfully erect, resting on her mound, and with her pussy juice soaking my mustache, I lowered my lips to hers. "You want to know what to call me at a time like this?" I asked laughing.

"Yes," she giggled back between kisses.

"Mr. Von Scourie?... No?... How about handsome?... No again?... Jimmy?"

"You're too old for Jimmy," she squealed as my hands kneaded, caressed her firm tits.

"Call me.... Call me Daddy," I finally offered.

"What? Why?'

"I'll be you're 'Sugar Daddy' my little darling," I laughed.

For minutes we kissed and caressed until I finally stood up, knowing she would never be readier. She watched as I positioned myself, watched as I moved my bulging cockhead to her pink opening.

"Will it hurt ... Daddy?" she asked timidly, suddenly unsure, wondering how she'd ever have enough room for the long, thick pole waving between her legs.

"I'll be gentle sweetie," I promised as I spread her thighs with my hands and pushed into her, just getting the head lodged an inch in before I felt natures gate blocking me.

"Oh Daddy, it's so wide, I ..."

I could feel the lubrication at the end of my cock, knew her body was trying to prepare her as I thrust my hips forward, and broke the thin membrane as her scream rent the air, a eerie, "Ohhhhhh Daaaaaadddddddddy," that echoed around the room.

"Should I stop honey?" I asked as I forced another two inches in her, slowly widening the moist walls of her clutching cunt. 

"No Daddy," she moaned, clearly now enjoying calling me Daddy, "Don't stop, don't stop."

As I pulled back I could feel her warm blood on me and looking down saw the bright red liquid dripping on my daughter's thighs. I thrust again and again until I was finally fully embedded, and then with long, slow, deep strokes I worked to transform her pain to pleasure.

Slowly cries that had been more pain than joy turned to yips of excitement, and ended with her writhing under me, her orgasmic release accompanied by moans of 'Daddddy, daddddy, daddddy' as her juices flowed around my still thrusting prick. It was only as she came a second time that I finally ejactulated deep inside her, filling her with strand after strand of my molten semen.

We only made love once that day, Samantha too sore for an encore. So we just lay in each others arms all afternoon, talking, kissing, hugging, loving.

"I love you Samantha," I told her as we lay in each others arms.

"I love you too Daddy," she promised. "Gosh, I better stop calling you that though. What if somebody heard?" she giggled, and then added, teasing, "But maybe when we're alone."

~~~~~

I hardly slept that night, racked by thoughts of my two daughters, my two loves, worried about the future, knowing I should be ashamed even though I felt exhilarated... 

"So," I heard the next afternoon as Sam and I lay naked next to the pool, "So, you seduced and despoiled my poor virgin sister, you vile man."

"Isobel," I stammered as I opened my eyes.

"Yes, you do remember me don't you professor? The innocent teenager you cornered on the beach, the young pure girl forever ruined by your evil body? And now left cruelly abandoned."

"Hi Izzy," Sam laughed.

"How do you feel now Sammy," Isobel asked her sister solicitously after giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

"Better. But I think my older sister is going to have to satisfy my Daddy for the next few days. I'm still sore."

"Have you girls been talking about me by any chance?" I asked.

"Oh yes Daaaaaaddy," Isobel answered, "there are no secrets between the Butler girls."

"It's Mr. Von Scourie my dear Isobel. Respect for your elders, remember?"

But before the sentence was out of my mouth, Isobel had slipped off her bathing suit and sat on me, straddling me, her ass resting on my thighs, her hand grasping my already semi-hard penis. "And are you happy to see me, baby?" she whispered to my now rearing cock. "Yes, I think you are," she laughed as she lowered her mouth onto him.

"ISOBEL! Don't tease Daddy," Samantha ordered as she bent her lips to mine.

~~~~~

I didn't write as much as I'd hoped I would that summer. But of course I didn't care. I was together with the two people I loved most in the world, the two I'd spent close to twenty years watching, always wanting to be involved in their lives while I had to watch another man be their father. 

I didn't resolve all the conflicting feelings I had, I couldn't completely shake off the sexual taboos that I was breaking with my two beautiful girls ... but I was incredibly happy.

It was a summer of love, a summer of sexual fulfillment, the likes of which I'd only once experienced before. I was continually tempted to tell them, to let them know who I was.... But I wouldn't, I couldn't... I was afraid my words would do damage, would open a Pandora's Box that would never be closed again.

As the summer slowly came to a close, a sadness grew among us even as we shared our love. We knew we'd all be going our separate ways in September and I think we all understood we'd never be able to recreate these happy, joyous days. 

But it came crashing down around me even before the summer ended, in fact just two days before the Butlers were to return to Boston.

~~~~~

She was standing motionless in front of the painting when I entered the den, a room usually kept locked, her face an indecipherable mask. "What are you doing in here," I whispered, knowing it would never be the same between us again, petrified that I'd lost her so soon after finding her.

"Who is she?" Sam demanded in a voice that seemed to stab directly into my heart.

"My grandmother hon," I answered sadly, as I watched her staring at a mirror image of herself.

"So you're really my daddy?" she finally mumbled sorrowfully.

"No, I've never been your father sweetie."

"I KNOW THAT YOU BASTARD!" she screamed. And then after seconds of silence and as a tear slipped down her cheek, asked, "I don't understand why you did it. Did you force Mommy, rape her? God, she was just a young bride," she cried, each of her words lashing me like a whip. "And me, your daughter?"

"It wasn't like that," I started, but she was already rushing from the room, the last sound I heard the slamming shut of the front door as she sped into the night.

~~~~~ 

"You prick," she hissed at me, spittle flying from her lips as she rushed up the stairs from the beach and onto the deck where I sat eating my breakfast the next morning.

"Izzy," I managed, upending my glass of orange juice as I hastily stood.

"She was a virgin, she loved you," Isobel wailed, her fists drumming on my chest in anger. "I loved you! Couldn't you have kept the fucking picture from her for two more days? We're leaving for Christ's sake!" she yelled as I enfolded her in my arms.

"You screwed mommy and then bingo, nineteen years later you decide to seduce her two daughters, including one who's your child."

As she looked at me, piteously studying me, I could suddenly see the idea slip into her mind, something in my face betrayed me just as the painting the day before had.

"No, it's impossible," she muttered, rejecting the implications, suddenly afraid, "it is impossible isn't it Professor?"

But she knew. But she fought against the thought. "I don't look like you, your goddam grandmother or whoever she was," she moaned. "I was born only ten months after their marriage, it's impossible," she argued, more to herself than to me.

"Don't walk away, tell me," she demanded as I turned away from her. 

"I love you honey, both you and Sam... more than anyone else in the world..."

"Screw you!" were the last words I heard as she flew down to the beach.

The Butlers left the next day, without a word from any of them. I'd lost the daughters I'd never had, the lovers who had awakened my heart for the first time in twenty years...

~~~~~ 

I knew I wouldn't hear from them for a while, that only time could ever bring about a rapprochement, but even so I waited hopelessly all during the fall and winter and spring. I wrote them letters, weekly, long letters, explanations, observations, advice... love letters to my daughters... but I never heard back.

~~~~~ 

"They're not staying out here this summer professor, only going to be here for the fourth of July," Mrs. Kramer told me as she counted out the change for my groceries on a late June day the next year.

"Who's that Ellen?" I asked, fearing the answer I knew was coming.

"Your neighbors, those nice Butler girls."

"Oh, how come?" I managed to reply.

"Studies or something or other. That's what Old John said to Millie anyway. Apparently the Missus will be here any day though," she finished

~~~~~

She was walking slowly up the beach, and as I watched from the sofa on the balcony, was surprised when she turned in towards the house, something she hadn't done in some seventeen years. She looked up as she crossed the lawn, and with her eyes locked on mime, waved the fingers of her left hand and mouthed, "Hi."

"Hi to you," I called back.

"Can I come up?" Seeing my nod she crossed the patio and disappeared from my view as she entered the house.

"I always liked sitting up here Jimmy," were her first words when she emerged onto the balcony and sat down on the sofa, her long legs tucked under her. 

"It's been awhile."

"Well..."

"I missed you," I told her.

"Me too... ," she said with regret.

We sat on the old sofa for hours that evening, talking quietly as the sun went down in a blazing ball of fire in front of us. We just talked of the past, those few summers we'd shared.

"I don't want to talk about the girls tonight," she finally said, at last bringing up the topic that had hung over our whole conversation.

"Okay."

"Can we swim now?" she asked, a sly girlish tone in her voice.

"I don't have my suit on," I laughed.

"Me neither," she grinned.

We swam and laughed and splashed and kissed as we frolicked naked in the surf, and for a few minutes we were transported back twenty years, in love again. We didn't make love that night, but knew we could, knew that the same magic still existed between us.

"I'm going home to Sweden for the summer," she told me as I walked her home, my arm draped around her shoulder.

"What? You and hubby? The girls?"

"No, just me."

"But...," 

"The family, the girls, all the cousins, all the Butler aunts and uncles, they'll all be here for the July 4th weekend. Then I'm gone. On the seventh. Alone!"

It was late in the afternoon on the fifth, the day after the parade and during the annual Butler family party, that I walked up the beach and through the sea grass, refreshed from a swim, that I saw the two of them, sitting quietly on the steps leading up to my yard in their party dresses, watching me somberly as I approached.

"Still swimming naked, eh professor," Isobel muttered grumpily.

I simply sat down between them and put a wet arm around each of them. They both leaned their heads against me, but for ten minutes none of us spoke, until Samantha finally rose and said, "We have to get back Izzy."

"Hey," I called when they were twenty feet away, "will you write me?"

Neither turned but I'm sure I heard a mumbled, "maybe" as they turned onto the beach.

I flew to Stockholm on the seventh; Mrs. Brigitte Butler only laughed when she found me sitting in the next seat to her on the plane...

I foresee a future now, a future that involves my two daughters, a future in which I see the four of us sitting at a dinner table, laughing, talking, sharing like any other family...

But I also see the four of us entwined, sweaty, naked, making love ...

I wonder, can the two dreams coexist? 

THE END

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Who's Your Daddy?



(A Daughter's Special Love)

Angela stood at the head of the casket holding on tightly to her dad's trembling hand. She was so proud of her father's indomitable courage. The long line of well-wishers saw only the pretense facade of determined acceptance enlightening the man's face. 

This daughter of a tender, sensitive, and passionate man knew her father was holding on to his nerves by only the thinnest of threads. Angela knew how precariously close her dad was to breaking down in tears again. 

Seeing tears welling in her father's bloodshot eyes she squeezed his hand tighter. "Dad," she whispered in his ear. "You know Mom would want you to be strong. Hang on a little longer and this wake will be over."

Angela saw her father nod his head and dig into his reservoir of courage to find the strength to persevere a little while longer. She saw his eyes glance again at the shell of a body that once held the soul of his beloved wife of thirty years. 

The inhumane, insidious ravages of breast cancer had destroyed Angela's mother's body. Like a carnivorous beast, the cancer had savagely eating away her flesh and had left only the skin and bone skeleton of a once vibrant and vigorous woman. 

At long last the time came for family and friends to go home for the night. The funeral was set for two o'clock the next day. Angela and her husband linked their arms around her dad and helped him to their car. 

Her father threw a glance back at the funeral home. "Oh Angela," he wailed. "How can I leave her in that cold, dark place? Damnit, she should be alive and well and sleeping in my bed with me!"

With gentle persuasion, Angela managed to get her father into the car. The man spoke not a word all the way to his house. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stumbled up the steps to the cold, lifeless home that had once know love and joy.

As Angela took her father's keys to open the door, she looked towards her husband. "Bob, I can't leave Dad alone tonight," she said. "Just go on home and you can come get me after breakfast tomorrow."

"Angel, don't you fret so much," her father insisted. "I'll be fine and if I'm not I'll just give up and fix it so I can go on up to heaven to be with Beth."

Angela's husband took over. "Jonas, now don't you say such foolish things," he said. "Tomorrow will be a whole new day when things will get better. For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you."

Turning away, Bob closed the door, and left the house. Jonas refused the food his daughter offered to fix. He headed for his bedroom and prepared for bed. This lonely, despondent man tossed and turned with restless bereavement. Sleep refused to offer its blessed oblivion of peace. 

Angela, hoping her father would sleep, decided to take a quick bath so she wouldn't have to in the morning. As she stepped from the tub and dried off, she realized she didn't have any of her nightclothes here. Stepping into the darkened laundry room, she picked up the first garment she came to and slipped her arms into the sleeves. 

Somehow the smell and feel of this article of clothing heightened and aroused her senses. Fumbling for a light switch, she flipped it on. Why, no wonder she felt comfortable it was one of her dad's white cotton work shirts! Although it was a few sizes too big, Angela decided to keep it on for a nightshirt. Loving the sensual feel of the fabric against her nude skin, she left her bra and panties off. 

After getting only one button fastened over her nicely-proportioned, 28 year old body, a startled cry from across the hallway drew Angela's attention. Ignoring the remainder of the unsecured buttons, she raced to her father's room, flipped on the bed lamp light switch, and worriedly beseeched, "Dad, please don't cry!"

Sitting on the edge of his bed wearing only his pajama bottoms, Jonas opened his tearstained eyes and saw his daughter standing in the glaring glow of the bedroom lights. Despite his grief, and daughter or not, the young woman's seductive allure took his mind away into a flight of the imagination. With her dark hair, man's shirt, and slim legs, she reminded him of the sexy lady in his favorite country music video. 

In the video, "Who's Your Daddy?", Toby Keith sings the title song while a woman strips off her clothes, takes a bubble bath, and then dances around in an elegant mansion clad in only a man's shirt. While his wife had been sick, Jonas had often jacked-off his cunt-hungry cock with the dancing woman's sexy striptease playing in his head. 

Stepping closer, Angela had taken her father's weary head and was cradling it against her busty bosom. "Please Dad," she whispered consolingly. "You know Mom wouldn't want you to hurt like this."

Halfway believing himself to be a character in an imaginary video, Jonas' arms involuntarily hugged the woman standing before him. Instinctively, his hands slipped under the tail of her nightshirt and settled on the firm, round cheeks of her ass. His massaging fingertips telegraphed a message to his head which said, "God, she doesn't have any panties on!"

Unconsciously, the fingers of one of Jonas' hands parted this woman's ass cheeks and began fingering her asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a backdoor entrance to her drippy wet cunt. "Oh Beth!" he wailed. "I've missed you so damn much! Honey, I haven't had a piece of pussy in so, so long it hurts!"

Startled by her father's abrupt actions and words, Angela was, at first, speechless. When a finger inserted itself into her asshole and another probed inside her pussy, she cried, "Dad, I'm not Beth, I'm not Mom!" 

The probing fingers did not stop digging. Despite her shocking dismay, Angela reluctantly admitted to herself that her dad's hands felt good as they massaged her ass skin. She had never had a finger inside her asshole before. This was a hypnotically new and pleasant sensation.

Another finger entered her pussy and then another and another. Dripping moisture flowed freely and coated the fingering intruders. Angela's breath caught in her throat. "Oh that feels nice!" she moaned. "But Dad, I said I'm not Mom! Stop playing with my ass and pussy. I'm your daughter, I'm Angie!"

Ignoring protesting words, Jonas listened only to the melodious video music playing inside his mind. Moving his head slightly, he discovered that the woman's nightshirt was nearly completely unbuttoned. Rooting around, his rutting head parted the garment and explored around inside where he found a pair of bosomy busts. Seemingly unaware of what he was doing, the man started kissing the braless breasts.

Switching his hands around, a couple of Jonas' pussy-wet fingers entered the woman's asshole while the fingers of the other hand found a home inside her moisturized cunt. 

Angela felt at least two slippery fingers slip inside her asshole. Her own cunt-juice had lubricated the masculine digits which were digging into her as deep as they could.  The fingers playing inside her pussy felt good, but the fingering intruders inside her ass were creating sensations she never knew existed. 

Jonas' mouth kissed both breasts with a comforting contentment. "Honey?" he asked with concern in his voice. "Have you done a self examination of your boobs today?  A woman can never be too careful! If only I'd found those mammary lumps before they had gone too far, if only the disease had not been so aggressive, if only...!"

"Don't worry, Baby," he quickly added. "I will examine your breasts for you! And, since I don't want to take any chances, I'll give them a thorough oral investigation."

Angela felt her father's lips kissing every inch of her breasts. His flicking, licking tongue inflamed her tender flesh. The man's tit-hungry mouth methodically explored her mountainous hills and the cleavage valley between them. 

Knowing this was morally wrong Angela steeled her nerves and prepared to insist that her dad stop touching her so intimately. This thing happening now was not her father's fault! Surely he didn't know what he was doing. Her mom had been sick and unable to give sexual solace to her man for a long, long time. Yes, he was grieving, but he was also starving for sexual attention.

Angela knew plenty of ladies who would be especially willing and eager to give her father all the sexual attention he needed. He was a warm, loving, kind-hearted gentleman who would be able to get all the pussy he needed from women when the time was right. 

This daughter of a sex-starved man knew in her heart that this was not the time and she was not the woman to respond to his carnal needs. She would tell him so, and she would tell him right now. 

Just as Angela opened her mouth to speak her father's lips closed over one of her swelling nipples. His vacuuming mouth sucked greedily and his teeth nipped at the nubby protrusion.  Although this man was sucking and chewing a little too roughly, this woman realized she didn't mind it at all. In fact, it felt very good indeed!

To add to her own sexual confusion, her father's flittering fingers were aggressively playing inside her pussy and ass. Although he had big hands, Angela had never thought about the fact that her dad's fingers were so unbelievably long. She could hardly believe just how far up her asshole and up into her cunt canal his dexterous digits were digging.

Jonas played in a loving, lust-filled daze. Without removing his fingers from their playtime holes, he used his head and teeth to maneuver the woman's nightshirt over her shoulders. The flimsy garment slipped to the edge and then fell off her body. One button kept it from falling all the way to the floor. 

Without her mind's permission or consent, Angela's hand flipped off the bedside lamp. Unconsciously, her trembling fingers flipped open the last secured shirt button. Silently, the shirt slithered to the carpeted bedroom floor. In the moonlight's glimmering glow, this daughter of a man stood completely nude and exposed in front of her father. 

Jonas' eyes stared at the beauty bathed in brilliant moonlight. This man had not seen such glorious feminine splendor in years. He pulled the silky, soft female body against his rugged, muscular, masculine chest. Reluctantly, he removed his fingers from their hidey-hole homes. 

Now freed from their pussy and ass entanglement, these fingers and hands freely explored the front side of the seductive female body which stood so close. Jonas used his hands to manually finish the breast examination he had started with his mouth and lips. Thankfully, his mauling massage found no hint of an abnormal lump. 

With the woman making no protesting sounds, Jonas decided he might as well make a manual vaginal examination, too. Dripping moisture met his hands as he cupped the bushy mound. A protruding clit stiffened as he flicked it vigorously.  The fingers of one hand disappeared inside a sweltering hot hole.

Angela was not sure if the events taking place right now were real or if they were some kind of fantasy dream. Imagination, dream, or whatever, she felt a sense of intense joy. Right or wrong, she was having a good time!

Entwining her hands into her father's hair, she once again pulled his head against her busty busom. She loved the feel of his hot breaths blowing on her warm breast flesh. Before she knew what was happening, her dad's mouth was again sucking on her nipples. Several fingers were again playing inside her pussy and a couple more wet ones were rammed up into her asshole again.  

Angela's tits, pussy, and ass tingled excitedly. Father or not, this virally masculine man was turning her on with his ravenous sexuality. His breast-kissing lips, his tit- sucking mouth, and his nipple-biting teeth made her skin quiver. The handful of fingers playing inside her pussy made her softly moan with pleasurable joy. Yet, the kicker to all this sexual merriment was the lust-inspired ecstasy of the magic fingers playing inside her asshole. 

In her rational mind Angela knew she should not be giving in to the forbidden depravities of her father's oral and manual manipulations.  This was undeniably sinful, it was unbelievably wicked, and it was unforgivably immoral! 

Yet, despite the wicked sinfulness and the depraved immorality, Angela made absolutely no attempt to stop her father from violating her further. Her sexual arousal had now been stimulated to the point where she knew she would let this man do anything he wanted to do with her! She gave in completely and allowed his mouth to continue suckling her breasts and his fingers to continue playing with her pussy and ass.

Just when her orgasmic fires began burning, Angela's father withdrew his fingers from their welcoming holes. His lips stopped kissing and his mouth stopped sucking. He twisted her around with her nude back facing him while he studied her naked feminine form from behind. The moonlight's glow illuminated the flawless flesh of this woman's seductively arousing body.

With the instinctive mind of an experienced, mature woman, Angela came to a sudden conclusion. If she were any judge of the nature of men, then she knew without a doubt that her father was now removing the remainder of his clothing. 

Proving the woman's intuitive assumption to be correct, Jonas had indeed removed his clothing. Sitting there on the edge of his bed, he encircled the nude feminine body and pulled it back toward his naked flesh. Feeling warm vaginal moisture dripping on the head and shaft of his cock, he pushed the standing woman's feet apart and forced her legs to open far enough so he could sit her in his lap.

Weak-kneed from impassioned arousal, Angela gave in to her father's insistent pull. She sat back and slowly slid her body into the man's lap. As she lowered herself she felt the head of a stiffened cock kissing the delicate wings of her inner pussy lips. These slippery lips kissed the cockhead right back and then spread themselves open in an invitation for carnal intimacy.

As Angela's body settled into her dad's lap, she felt her wet pussy swallowing his meaty erection. Her vaginal cavity had to stretch to accommodate the engorged girth and elongated length of the hardened cockshaft. 

Unconsciously, Angela's mind recalled hearing a secretive comment her mom had once made. It had something to do with the fact that her husband was "Well Endowed" in the penile department and any woman who dared attempt to accept it into her cunt had better have a pussy with plenty of elasticity.

The truth of her mother's words was now being proved to her daughter. Fortunately, Angela discovered that her pussy met the elasticity requirements. Even so, her father's penile penetrator was filling her cunt up so full she could hardly believe it! 

Brawny, masculine hands reached under her ass then began lifting and lowering her entire body. Like a bouncy-ball toy, the man began juggling her up and down. Her slippery pussy slid along his lubricated shaft with effortless ease. 

Angela's pussy muscles clamped around this elongated cockshaft and squeezed tightly. As frictional fires burned, her feminine body released a flood of vaginal moisture to add in penile penetration. Never, in all her years of sexual play, had a cock ever ventured so deeply into her welcoming womanhood.

Jonas felt the liquefied vaginal fluids coating his manhood with female fire. This woman's tight, hot cunt stimulated his flesh and made the distended veins in his cock inflate even more. He swelling cockshaft gloried in the first piece of pussy flesh it had had in quite a while. 

Constricting vaginal muscles squeezed and released this man's hard, horny manhood in a tormenting, tantalizing seduction for orgasmic release. All hopes of making this pleasurable encounter last as long as possible were abandoned. 

Jonas' seminal cream bubbled and boiled within his testicle sack. He bounced the woman in his lap up and down more feverously. Unable to resist any longer, his cock summoned forth heated seminal fluids. 

Incalculable numbers of pressurized sperm made their journey from their testicular home and joined their prostate semen-cream allies in an attempt to escape their horny imprisoned confinement. Together they entered this man's urethral tube and began racing down its elongated length.

Groaning like a feral animal, Jonas allowed his cockshaft to spew forth the seminal escapees. These enthusiastic impregnators raced for an awaiting vaginal motherland. This pussy-hungry man began cumming ecstatically. 

Angela had started cumming several minutes before. The sweet glories of orgasmic bliss enslaved her body and made it their servant. Squealing with girlish glee, she allowed the rapturous delights of the orgasms to sweep all thoughts of forbidden lusts away. 

Just when she thought the ecstasy was ebbing, Angela's vaginal cavity felt the pressure of her father's erupting cum. The scorching, volcanic cream incited another storm of multiple orgasms. A stupor of euphoric joy robbed her of all her senses but the sense of pleasurable enchantment. 

Jonas felt his erection being milked by a cock-hungry cunt. As the woman's pussy squeezed relentlessly, his swollen meat released one last load of orgasmic cream. With elation overwhelming his mind, body, and soul, he allowed himself to be drained dry.

Sexually sated and satisfied, these two lovers slumped over and fell back on the bed. Paying no attention to the mess, Jonas climbed under the covers and pulled the woman in with him. Together, they cuddled and attempted to catch their breath. A couple of wayward drops of cum dripped from the man's cock and fell on the clean sheet of the bed. A stream of cummy liquid leaked from the woman's too-full pussy. 

No reproachful words of self-condemnation came to either lustful lover's mind. Jonas was comforted by remembering a promise he'd made to his dear wife before she departed her earthly form. He had pledged that he would make a place in his bed some day for another woman. Angela was comforted by knowing that her mother would probably understand her lonely widowed husband's needs. Besides, hadn't her own husband said to her dad earlier, "For tonight, you just let your daughter be a comfort to you"? 

A few minutes before sleep claimed its hold over the weary lovers, Jonas unconsciously started playing with his daughter's ass again. He dipped a little cum from her pussy, lubricated his finger, and inserted it into her asshole. He worked it around and around absentmindedly.

Angela made no objections. Instead, she began to wickedly wonder what it would feel like if a man were to ram his cock up her ass. "Would Dad do it to me?" she silently asked. Somewhere in a dark recess of her mind, she quietly answered herself with a wishful-thinking thought, "I wish he would!" 

Sometime in the middle of the night, Angela awakened to the sound of running water. Her father was not in bed. Without buttoning it, she slipped on her makeshift man's shirt nightgown and climbed out of bed. 

Tiptoeing across the carpeted hallway, Angela peeked into the bathroom. There, in the glaring brilliance of florescent lights, stood her father peeing into the commode. He had not one stitch of clothing on. Yes, middle aged her dad might be, but the hard-muscled, masculine man was undeniably virally sexy!

Angela's feminine instinct begged her eyes to examine the peeing cock in the man's hand. She had heard that most men could not pee while having an erection. Such was not the case with her dad. The man's big, work-hardened hand held an enormous chunk of rigid meat. 

By her eyes' estimate, Angela guessed that her dad's cockshaft was about an inch wider in girth and two inches longer in length than any other she had ever had inside her pussy. She knew now why she had squealed like a virginal schoolgirl when he fucked her. This night she had discovered something new. When her father screwed her; size did matter!




Who's Your Daddy?



"Hi Babydoll, whatcha doing?" Angela heard her dad say. Startled, she didn't know how to react to being caught spying. The half-clothed peeping temptress was speechless. The man teased, "Honey, what's the matter? Has the cat gotcha tongue?"

Finding her voice at last, Angela answered. "No Dad," she said. "My tongue is just fine! I told you not to drink so much coffee earlier. Now you can't sleep and you're full of piss!" 

Jonas laughed. His deep, throaty, bass voice reverberated around the bathroom walls. "Sweetheart, you are absolutely correct," he said. "I am full of piss but I'm full of vinegar, too! Yes Ma'am, piss & vinegar has awakened me and made me horny as hell! Hey Sweetie, will you dance for me?" 

Puzzled by the question, Angela didn't know how to answer. Meek as a day-old lamb, she allowed her dad to take her hand and lead her down the hallway to his spacious office den. As her eyes studied her father's rugged masculine features, the man flipped on a lamp then scrounged around in a video cabinet and finally pulled out a video disc. He turned the TV on, plopped the disc in a DVD player, and pushed 'play'.

When the images on the TV screen flickered and the upbeat tempo of the song began, Angela immediately understood. Her father was playing his favorite country music video. This woman had seen her dad playing the video time and time again, but now it was taking on a whole new meaning.

Exuberant with unrestrained enthusiasm, Angela started dancing to the music. Jonas turned up the volume and "Who's Your Daddy?" blasted out of the surround sound speakers. The shameless female exhibitionist deliberately flaunted her feminine charms. 

Jonas' eyes watched in mesmerized fascination as his daughter danced, whirled, and pranced seductively. Her long, flowing, dark hair whipped around each time she twisted and wiggled her hips. The unbuttoned, long-hemmed, man's shirt billowed out exposing her shapely nude ass and the busty bosom adorning her chest. Slender legs began with dainty barefooted feet and led upward to end in a snatch of dark pubic curls.

Angela pirouetted and the shirt slipped off her shoulders. Instead of letting the skimpy garment hit the floor, she grabbed the collar and pulled it back up. This woman intuitively knew her father would rather see her dancing half-clothed than to be dancing completely nude. 

The seductive sex dance was making Jonas' cock unbelievably hard. While watching his sexy, stripteasing daughter his hands had unconsciously begun playing with his erection. Irrational it seemed, but this man could swear his seminal reservoir was filling up again!

From the corner of her eye, Angela noticed what her father was doing. Quickly, she danced over to him and dropped to the floor between his legs. Snatching up the DVD player's remote control, she hit the 'pause' button. In the deafening silence she spoke. "No Dad!" she wailed. "Don't make yourself cum! I want you to cum in me again! Okay?"

With his daughter's slim fingers wrapped around his throbbing cockshaft, all Jonas could do was to give an affirmative nod. As soon as his head stopped nodding, the woman between his legs lowered her head and captured his cockhead in her mouth. Slippery saliva poured from her cocksucking lips.

Jonas' hands juggled a pair of dangling tits for a couple of minutes then his long arms reached to grab a handful of pussy. While he was at it, he grabbed a handful of ass, too. Into each orifice, he inserted probing fingers. Angela's vaginal opening held several exploring fingers wile her anal opening stretched to accommodate two.

Angela had to admit to herself that she had never loved any other cock as much as she loved the swollen one between her father's legs. Perhaps her adoration had something to do with 'forbidden fruit' or maybe she was a woman who just loved them big and beautiful. Whatever the reason, she opened her mouth wide and greedily ate her dad's meaty erection.

Jonas' probing fingers dug deep. Switching hands, he inserted several vaginally-lubricated fingers into Angela's asshole. The fingers of his other hand took their place inside a dripping wet pussy.

Angela felt the heat of orgasmic release begin. There was something so wickedly immoral about her father's anal probing fingers that made her womanly fires burn with heated intensity. In her mind, this woman knew she ought to be feeling like a two-dollar whore in heat, but no, instead she felt as if she were a goddess being blessed with joyous pleasure by a benevolent masculine deity!

Having pushed the boundaries of depravity this far, Angela's cock-hungry body begged her to take one more decadent step. Kissing her dad's cock once more, she kissed her way up his belly to his chest and then kissed his cheeks. 

Steeling her nerves, Angela spoke so softly her words were barely audible. "Dad," she whispered in the man's ear. "I love the feeling of your fingers inside my...my ass. Have you ever had your penis inside a woman's...asshole? Have you ever 'ass-fucked' a woman?  Oh Daddy, will you ass-fuck me?"

Mortified by the shameless debauchery of her brazen request, Angela's face reddened in embarrassment. To conceal her discomfiture, she hit it 'play' button on the DVD remote and buried her head against her father's chest. The blaring, stereophonic sounds of "Who's Your Daddy?" drowned out any spoken reply the man might have made.

Jonas had no spoken words to say. Deliriously thrilled, he entwined his fingers into his daughter's hair, tilted her head back, and then kissed her lips. Smoldering passions burst into the full-blown fires of illicit lustful love. Lips kissed, tongues teased, and love-hungry mouths melted together.

Setting the DVD player to 'repeat play', Jonas stripped the shirt off his sexy daughter's body. He motioned for the nude woman to remain on her knees but turn around and lay with her head lying in a cushioned chair. Positioning himself doggie-style on his knees behind her, this man had every intention of mounting her with the animalistic urgings of a breeding-barn stud mounting a broodmare in heat.   

Despite his demanding carnal urges, Jonas settled down and took things more slowly. Spreading the woman's ass cheeks he allowed the head of his cock to gently touch the puckered entrance to her asshole. Still lubricated with some of his cocksucking daughter's saliva, his cockhead slipped inside this female's anal opening. 

Tightness threatened to choke the life out of this anal intruder. Sphincter muscles clamped around the swollen cockhead and squeezed. Jonas' horny mind told him that he was going to need a lot more lubrication if he were to be able to fulfill his daughter's request for an ass-fucking.

Not having the time or the inclination to run out for a jar of Vaseline, this sex-hungry man's mind reminded him that an alternative source of lubricant was readily available. In fact, his pussy-playing fingers were at this time becoming wet with it. 

Withdrawing his cock from its hidey hole, Jonas moved it an inch away and plunged it into his daughter's drippy wet vaginal cavity. Just as he hoped, Angela's cunt released a torrent of pussy juices which liberally coated his meaty shaft.  

While nowhere near as tight as her asshole, this woman's cunt nonetheless fit snuggly around his manhood. Jonas' cock was so comfy cozy here he decided to leave it inside its vaginal home for a while. With a gusto born of lust, this man wildly pussy-fucked his daughter.  

Angela desperately wanted her father's cock inside her ass. Just once, she wanted to be ass-fucked by a man just to see what it was like. She wasn't about to complain though. She had never been with a man who had her dad's pussy-fucking skills! 

While attempting to hang onto her sanity, Angela's mind raced with joy as her father's cock pounded into her pussy relentlessly. His jackhammer strokes were beginning to bring her to the brink of orgasmic lunacy.   

Slow-ticking seconds turn into minutes and minutes turned into an eternity, but still Jonas fucked his daughter. The panting woman squealed then her pussy convulsed and vaginal cum sprayed his cock. This man now knew the sexy female he was screwing was cumming!

This is just exactly what this patient man had been waiting for. His cockshaft was now greased with three different slick lubricants. First, the woman's vaginal cavity still held a bit of his cum from their previous fuck session. Second, presently her cunt juices were freely flowing. Third, her pussy's cum spray was hot and wet.

Although near to the point where he was going to shoot his load, Jonas forced himself to remember his daughter's request to try anal intercourse. Reluctantly, he withdrew his cunt-comfortable erection from Angela's vaginal cavity. 

Positioning his well-lubricated cock at the entrance to this woman's asshole, Jonas quickly slipped two inches inside. As Angela's anal muscles resisted, he forced two more inches inside. Pulling back for an inch or two, he then pushed the four inches back in and added two more for good measure.

Jonas surrendered to lust. Thrusting mightily, he rammed every inch of his slippery-wet, juice-coated cockshaft deep into his daughter's ass. The entire meaty mass of this man's swollen erection disappeared into an erotic, bottomless pit. Orgasmic friction heated the fluids in his seminal reservoir. 

Angela gasped for air. Her father's pussy-fucking cock had already set her on the road to orgasmic bliss, but now she was experiencing a whole new level of pleasure. The same penile penetrator that had set her cunt on fire was now burning up her asshole. 

As her dad rammed his elongated erection in time after time, Angela squealed in joy. This woman felt the man's rock-hard, ball-filled testicle sack slapping against her orgasming pussy. Her cunt's cumspray coated the bag of bouncing balls.

His daughter's heated cumspray was the final spark which set off Jonas' own climaxing explosions.  Now fully replenished with seminal fluids, his cum reservoir released its scorching load deep into the woman's anal cavity.

Grunting and groaning with animalistic fervor, Jonas was cumming with more orgasmic pleasure than he'd had in years. Daughter or not, this woman's vaginal and anal holes were glorious places in which to house a cum-spurting cock.

Whether it was her imagination or not, Angela swore she could feel her father's ass-pounding cockshaft spewing it seminal fire deep up into the hidden recesses of her feminine body. A series of multiple orgasms shook her body then rocked her female mind, heart, and soul. 

As the strident musical melodies of the "Who's Your Daddy?" video played on, this copulating couple thrilled to a pleasurable orgasmic euphoria. Lost in a netherworld of joy, this man and this woman abandoned all thoughts of forbidden depravity.

When every drop of cum had been shot and every last orgasm had faded, Jonas and Angela slumped to the den's carpeted floor and struggled for breath. Cuddling together, neither said a word.

When his breathing returned to normal, Jonas climbed to his knees, cradled his daughter's nude body in his arms, and stood up. Carrying the woman, he headed down the hallway towards the bathroom. This man knew that two sweaty, cummy bodies needed a shower. 

As the shower water sprayed her, Angela's mind studied the naked form of her father's body. Until today, she had no idea that her dad was so muscular and brawny. He had picked her up and carried her with the ease of a weightlifting strongman. Yet, this woman knew the man's strength was tempered with the soul of tenderhearted gentleman.

As to her dad's physical characteristics, Angela was amazed by the man's hard chest and his well-muscled body. His beautiful cock was now lifeless and hanging low but the limp chunk of manly meat was still nearly as big as her husband's cock was at full erection. 

Jonas was studying his daughter's body, too. This female creature was ten times sexier and prettier than the woman in his favorite video! Her gorgeous, melon-shaped breasts had only a hint of sag. Her nipples were about the size and shape of tasty, suckable cherries. 

While this woman didn't exactly have an hourglass movie-star figure, to this man's eyes she had something better. With her all-natural curvaceous bulges and curves, this female reminded Jonas of a song he'd heard. He couldn't remember all of the lyrics, but he recalled these; she looks like a woman, she acts like a woman, but God she brings out the Devil in me!

This devilish man and his lady dried each other off, went back to their bed, and snuggled under the covers. Impassioned kisses came with an enthusiastic zeal. Kiss-hungry lips played merrily. 

Just before he drifted off to sleep, Jonas heard his daughter speak softly. "Dad," she whispered. "You know Bob and I are having marital problems. We've even talked about divorce. Oh Dad, he's so sexually repressed for a man! If...if he only had half of your masculinity and sexual proficiency! Dad, I think you would try anything, wouldn't you? Oh, I love that about you!"

"Daddy," Angela quickly added. "I wouldn't want you to forget about Mom, but I wish I could take her place in your bed and home! I would take really, really good care of you! I promise!"

Unsure if her father heard her or not, Angela snuggled against him and fell asleep. These two lusty lovers slept the sleep of exhausted weariness. So soundly did they sleep, they overslept. A ringing cell phone awakened them.

Angela answered her phone, jumped out of bed, and began to quickly dress. When her father reached for her, she scooted away. "No Dad," she said. "Not this morning. Bob is on his way to pick me up!"

Jonas grabbed one his dearly departed wife's hairbrushes from a bedside stand. Angela permitted him to brush out her hair as long as he promised to keep his hands to himself. Ignoring this command herself, she reached under the bedcovers to check something out. Yes, just as she suspected, the man was hard and erect.

Angela knew better than to dare fate, but god she was so horny wet she couldn't stand it! Throwing the bedcovers aside, she lifted her skirt, stripped off her panties, and climbed into the saddle astride her father. Guiding his elongated erection into her dripping pussy, this woman sat on the meaty cockshaft and fucked her dad like crazy. 

Fast and furious was this quickie morning fuck but Angela and her dad needed the orgasmic release in order to face the trying events coming up today. One was burying a wife and the other was burying a mother. 

Once again cum fluids freely flowed between a man and a woman interlocking their bodies in the bonds of lust and love. Male and female loins rejoiced in an orgasmic mating ritual. 

When a car horn blew, this cum-dripping woman jumped out of bed, pulled on her panties, and stuffed several tissues in to soak up some of the excess leakage. With a smile on her face, she kissed her man then ran away like the Devil himself was chasing her.

The funeral was a somber affair. The minister tried his best to make his eulogy a celebration of this wonderful woman's life. Jonas wasn't much impressed by either the minister or his message. Silently he berated, "What kind of benevolent God would allow a 'good' person to painfully waste away with an insidious, cancerous affliction?"

The minister did touch on one valid point. He spoke of how exuberantly friendly Beth had been and emphasized how the woman seemed to always be jovial with a hearting smile on her face. At these words, Angela squeezed her father's hand as if sending him a silent, secretive message which said, "I now know the real reason behind Mom's smiles and happiness!"

After the burial, friends and family gathered at the house. Taking a quick glance into her dad's bedroom, Angela was relieved to see that the man had changed the cum-soaked sheets and had made up the bed.

When the guests left, Angela told her husband she was staying a few days to make sure her dad would be okay. Bob didn't put up a fuss at all. In fact, he seemed to be a little relieved to be having some time away from his sexually-demanding wife.

Angela's 'few days' turned into a week. By the end of those seven days she was sore all over. Her pussy had been pounded by her dad's cock so many times she could hardly walk. Her clit was permanently reddened from being sucked and chewed on so much. Her asshole had been rammed by her father's cockshaft so many times she was so raw she could hardly sit. Her jaws ached from having to open her mouth so wide to eat her dad's meaty erection. Her breasts were tender from her father's many thorough oral and manual mammary examinations. Her feminine body must have absorbed at least a gallon or two of the man's cum.

Not that Angela minded being sore, oh no, this past week had been the happiest time of her life! She had decided she wouldn't change places with any other woman in this world! As wickedly sinful as it was, she knew she was falling in love with this virally exciting man. Her women's intuition told her that he loved her, too. His dozens of impassioned daily kisses were flipping her heart head-over-heals with their ardent obsession. 

After the second week with her father began, Angela and her husband hardly ever communicated. Before a month's time had passed, a mutual agreement had been made, preliminary divorce papers had been signed, and the couple went their separate ways.

Jonas perked up his daughter's spirits even higher by taking her on a week-long vacation to Niagara Falls. Angela had reclaimed her maiden name so the same-last-name, happy, loving couple checked into a bridal suite under the alias of Mr. and Mrs.   

Surprisingly, no noise complaints came from the hotel's guests or management when the blaring reverberations of the song "Who's Your Daddy?" played nightly. Most likely no one could guess that a half-nude daughter was prancing and dancing around for the enjoyment of her father.

On their last 'honeymoon' night together, Angela danced so enthusiastically she became dizzy. Slumping into her father's lap, she relaxed then sighed contentedly. "I know who my Daddy is," she mischievously whispered in her man's ear. "He is the man who's going to pick me up in his arms right now. He's going to carry me to our bed and he's going to fuck the living daylights out of me!"

Needing no further encouragement, Jonas scooped the seductive woman up in his arms and carried her to the bed they shared. True to his daughter's prediction, he fucked her like a cunt-crazed sex addict. Sweet indeed were the many intoxicating orgasmic highs the fornicating couple did have! 

Before the copulating couple's orgasming euphoria faded, each one's heart knew that their future home life together would be blessed with love and joy. Yet, as happy as they were, their minds tried desperately to avoid thinking about the answer to one bedeviling question; what would happen if one virile seminal seed happened to implant itself into a fertile ovulating egg?



Who's Your Daddy



We've all been part of those conversations where the question is asked, "So what country did your ancestors come from?" Of course we are supposed to say they are from Kenya or Germany, perhaps India or Mexico. The truth is I don't know. I have a wandering spirit that I suspect I got from my ancestors. So I see my past rooted in a handsome man from Spain, a pretty girl from India, a trader from the Middle East, a working girl in London, a plantation owner in Virginia and his slave girl from the Congo. I feel cosmopolitan, people from around the world made me, the world is my home.

I got an email from a friend telling me she is pregnant. It will be her second child. This got me to thinking about what it must be like to be pregnant. Twenty-eight and married for five years and still no children. It's not something I fret about but I have an aunt that is concerned enough to bring up the subject every time we have a family gathering. She had her first baby five months after getting married; a redhead, the only redhead in the family, who is a great cousin, fine man, good husband, and happy father with a little redhead of his own.

"Funny how genetics work," Auntie would say, "The DNA is there dormant for generations then bang, a redheaded baby."

"It was love at first sight when I saw your Uncle Ben" Auntie often said. "He was in the army and had just returned state side when we first met at a dance. He swept me off my feet and we were married eight weeks later and we've lived happily ever after."

I've worked out the timeline and think Auntie needs to rethink her DNA theory, especially since her senior high school year book has a Ken, who she was "sweet on," who just happens to have, you guessed it, red hair.

By the way, I think Auntie will stop asking me about babies, following our conversation we had around the Thanksgiving table last year. It was the usual, as Auntie spoke about how my folks wanted to be grandparents, how wonderful family life is with children, how I needed to work less so I could give my husband more attention, etcetera.

Finally I had it and launched into a small diatribe. "Auntie, what more can I do, we try to make a baby practically every day. I think we're doing it right, everything seems to fit and there is lot of goo so it moves real smooth. It sure feels good, I know that for certain. We try it this way and that way, bedroom and living room, sitting, standing, and lying, front and rear, top and bottom, in the morning and at night, sometimes long and slow, other times quick and fast. We moan, I yell, we shudder and shake. There is always a lot of cream and I sometimes put a pillow under my buttocks so the cream doesn't run out. The only thing I haven't tired is to get a boyfriend on the side!"

Half the people at the table stared at me in disbelief and the other half were looking down, picking at their food.

Christina, a college freshman, home for the holiday, broke the silence. "Mom gave me 'the birds and the bees' talk but I'm starting to think she left something out!"

Christina's mother was glaring daggers at me. "Sorry, I mumbled, "I got a little carried away."

Auntie didn't seem at all bothered by the talk and got up to serve the pie. When she got to me, she leaned down and whispered loudly, "Don't do that boyfriend thing," then continued with a quiet whisper in my ear, "wait until I can give you some pointers."

End of that conversation. Next topic, "My, the pie is good. Say when does that football game start?"

A few weeks after Thanksgiving, I got a Christmas gift from my Aunt. The note read:

"Dear Niece,

I spoke with the office gal where I get my insurance. For just a couple hundred dollars, she printed out the enclosed list of names. These are men, who I think would make a good boyfriend and they all live within 20 miles of you. They all are the same ethnicity as your husband; they have several expensive cars and an expensive house; they have children who are driving age and who get the 'good student' discount.

So I'm sure you'll find a man in this list that would enjoy impregnating you and you can be sure you'll be getting some good sperm!

P.S. I had these cards printed up for you. I suggest you just mail one of these to them at their office and let them do the rest.

Have a wonderful Christmas.

Love, Auntie"

Along with the note was a box of business cards.





Who's Your Daddy?



Tom was tearing at his pants now, ripping them from his body as if they were somehow contaminated and dangerous to his health. When he finally got them to his ankles, he realized his shoes were still on, arrogantly keeping the jeans from escaping his body. He groaned, hopping backward to the bed. Leaning against an area not occupied by his purchases, he reached down and fumbled with his shoes. In his impatience to be rid of them, he tried to rip them from his feet, the idea of untying them never having occurred to him.

Naked and waiting, Lisa was amused by the sight of the bumbling, partially naked man who seemed to be at war with his clothing. She turned and walked up to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, smiling. He looked up, not with an embarrassed look, but rather with a frustrated, angry one. Continuing to smile, she said slowly and calmly, "It's okay, Tom...let your little Lisa take care of that for you. Daddy's little girl will get those nasty shoes off of him...and everything else, too." Tom wasn't expecting the "Daddy's little girl" comment, but he didn't care what she wanted to call herself, or him, as long as it meant some hot, nasty, dirty sex. So he smiled and gave her an approving look.

As she lowered herself to her knees, Lisa's eyes focused on Tom's briefs, still awaiting their removal. The promising bulge greeting her twinkling eyes began a moistening process between her own legs, and she became as eager as he to have the pants become history. But, astonishingly, she seemed calm as she untied first one, then the other, shoe...slipping them off and tossing them aside to return to the pursuit of loftier goals. She was too eager for a taste of hot, throbbing sausage to worry about his socks...at least for the time being.

The shoes now gone, Lisa eagerly removed his worn jeans. When she reached for Tom's briefs, she realized that the position he was sitting in would hinder their removal, so she suddenly lunged forward and pushed him hard on the chest, forcing him backward onto his elbows on the bed. He was startled, but did not resist when he saw her clutching hands grabbing the waistband of his underwear and tugging at them. He lifted his bottom off the bed to make things as easy...and quick...as possible. Only his throbbing, impatient penis held things up...but only briefly, for Lisa expertly slipped his shorts over the bobbing tool. Her hands then rushed the unwanted shorts down and off his legs. With Tom finally naked, Lisa grinned up at him...first looking devilishly into his eyes, and then lowering her eyes to what she saw as a very welcome meal...a meal just as eager for her to enjoy it.

Before Tom's skin could even realize it had been freed from clothing, his hardened shaft was already being firmly grasped in one of Lisa's hands...the stroking already commenced. By the time his eyes focussed on Lisa, her head was bobbing between his legs. The moist warmth of her lips and tongue had already introduced itself to the head of his tool. Her tongue was expert at circling the head of his penis and playing in the slit. Her fingers squeezed first firmly, then gently along his shaft, at one point giving such a light touch that it felt like numbness creeping into the firm tissue of his throbbing muscle...a cool tingling, yet searing with heat. And then came the hot, sucking lips.

Up and down went Lisa's stroking fingers. Up and down went her bobbing head. Tom lost all power in his upper body, and fell backwards on the bed, his left shoulder blade crashing on top of his autographed Boris Karloff photo. He didn't care. Lisa was sucking his brain out through a very tiny slit, and all the world was wonderful. All he could do was reach weakly down with one hand and try to clutch a handful of her hair. He did, but his grip was weak indeed. Her hair bobbed lightly against his outstretched fingers, their tips never touching her scalp.

Lisa's mouth went far down his shaft, her mouth filling with his long, hard penis. He could feel the heat and wetness of the cavern of her mouth as it slid up and down his shaft. Then she licked its entire length like a puppy happy to see its master, lapping adoringly, tongue stroking from tip to base. Long, slow licks...short, quick licks.. many, many licks...

"Oh....Daddy," she moaned, "Your little girl is going to suck you sooooo nice. Would you like that, Daddy?" Her mouth immediately returned to its work...and pleasure.

"Oh...yes," Tom moaned, "Daddy likes very much! You're such a good little girl. Keep sucking for Daddy." He seemed to be slipping into this "Daddy" routine with consummate ease.

"Mmmm.....oh, yes, Daddy...I will."

Lisa's mouth engaged hyperdrive. It licked hungrily, sucked mercilessly. Her fingers jiggled and stroked and squeezed his sack. It was a miracle he hadn't cum already...but a delicious boon for both of them. Slowly going out of control from passion, Lisa thrust herself against Tom and lifted his legs, forcing him onto his back on the bed. Two of his dear horror movie one-sheets got crumpled under his other shoulder blade.

With Tom on his back, Lisa lifted his legs as high as she could. She lapped and sucked his testicles, nibbled the shaft of his cock. When she had him squirming and moaning on the wrinkling bedspread, she licked one of her fingers and slipped it behind his sack, pressing it first against that small area between his scrotum and his sphincter. Seeing it have the desired effect, she next slipped that wet finger further back, plunging it into his puckered hole. He shuddered, partially from surprise, partially from pleasure.

Lisa sucked at the sides of his cock, squeezing it with one hand as she devoured it. While she sucked first one, then the other testicle, she moved her finger in and out of his anus. She continued doing this when she again captured his throbbing erection between her hungry lips and sucked it hard, sliding her mouth up and down its length in the same mind-melting rhythm with which her finger invaded his orifice.

Tom was moaning and trembling, his breathing coming in staggered gasps. Lisa just stroked, fingered and sucked. Up and down went her hungry mouth...in and out went her probing finger. Tom began to shudder repeatedly, his moans becoming louder by the second, ultimately blending together into one long, continuous moan.

The unbelievably freaky Lisa knew he was approaching orgasm, and she wanted to share it with him. Taking the one hand off his cock, and keeping the other moving inside his ass, she reached over and found one of his feet. With little effort at all, she tore off the sock and tossed it aside. Grasping his foot tightly in her hand, she directed it between her legs and shoved it into her dripping pussy. The big toe and the one next to it entered her. She held his foot by the heel and moved it around her crotch, gyrating her slit on his toes.

Sucking his cock, fingering his ass and fucking her pussy with his toes, Lisa was now getting as close to climax as he was. They both shuddered and gasped and moaned. They were a quivering, quaking, fused mass of sighs and wet, sticky gyrations. It was sexual bliss at its kinkiest!

Tom's back arched when his first volley burst into Lisa's mouth. He moaned loudly, and she gasped around his spurting cock...a gasp of pure joy. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth with his creamy load. His ass cheeks clenched around her hand, but she still kept thrusting her finger into him. Only her mouth held his cock in its strong grip, but it was enough. With skill obviously borne of practice, Lisa managed to keep her mouth around his spurting muscle while she fingered his ass and used his toes to ravage her pussy.

Swallowing his creamy salvo, Lisa finally let loose herself. With a soft moan around his cock, her juices flowed from her, drenching his toes and the ball of his foot in their sticky sweetness. In an effort to get air into her lungs, she let his penis plop out of her mouth as she gasped for oxygen. As it fell from her lips, it spurt several streams of cum onto her panting face, into her hair, and over her shoulder, to dribble down her back. Eyes shut and mouth open, she felt the sticky warmth of cum, both his and her own. It was an incredible sensation.

Her own orgasm had by now completely bathed his useful foot. She was shuddering from head to toe, vibrating from her core to the tips of the hairs on her flesh. Having acquired enough air for her immediate needs, she leaned forward and began kissing and licking his still throbbing, but slightly softening tool. She kissed it adoringly, gratefully, licked it thoroughly...riding out her incredibly satisfying orgasm.

Tom, breathing heavily, lay on his back, exhausted, on the bed. His heaving chest muscles had difficulty sucking air into his burning lungs. Lisa, her orgasm subsiding to rhythmic contractions between her legs, slumped forward, still kissing his dribbling cock. Her finger slowly slipped from his sphincter. She reluctantly lowered his foot from her still trembling slit. It was soaked with her juices and her sweat, but she stroked that foot thankfully nonetheless.

It took them several minutes to recover, Tom gasping to the sky, Lisa panting into his pubic curls. After quite some time, the trembling between both masculine and feminine thighs began to subside. Circulation began to take place in other parts of their bodies besides their spent genitalia. Their brains began to function again...allowing reason and rational thought to once more reside within them. They could breathe normally again. Both were grinning from ear to ear, though even the muscles used for smiling were exhausted.

Tom spoke first. "My, oh my," he croaked through parched lips, "Daddy's little baby girl did very well."

The use of the term "baby girl" seemed to please Lisa, and she smiled proudly. "Mmmm....Daddy liked Baby Girl's present for him? Baby girl sucked him good?"

"Baby Girl sucked Daddy very, VERY good! Baby Girl is daddy's favorite, bestest girl."

"Thank you, Daddy," Lisa beamed, "Baby Girl Lisa only wants to please Daddy."

Tom sat up and smiled down at her as she still lay slumped against his calf, but now resting her cheek on his knee. He stroked her head, noting the few sticky spots where she'd been anointed with his spurting cum.

"And now Daddy wants to give his little Baby Girl a really, really nice reward."

Lisa smiled, "Ooooh! What is it, Daddy? What do I get?"

"Well, for being such a good girl, Daddy thinks that maybe Lisa would like the nice, hard cock she just treated so nicely, to be put somewhere else? Would Baby Girl like that?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy...but where do you want to put it?"

"Right there", he said, pointing between her legs, "Right there where Daddy's toes were. Would my little girl like that?"

Again Lisa beamed, eyes bright like an eager puppy. "Oh, yes, Daddy....Lisa would LOVE daddy's cock there! Oh, please put it there, Daddy? Please?!!!"

"Of course...anything for my pretty Baby Girl. But first, go over there," he said, pointing to an area in front of the hotel room's small, mirrored dresser, "Go over there and get on your hands and knees on the floor for Daddy"

Eagerly, Lisa complied, going to the spot and getting immediately on her hands and knees as instructed, allowing herself a wiggling tease of her bottom at Tom. "Like this, Daddy?" she asked.

"Just like that, Baby Girl...just like that."

He got up off the bed, grinning. Slowly he walked toward her, stroking himself, making his penis stretch and harden again. Lisa wiggled again, smiling broadly. Coming up behind her, Tom got on his knees on the floor between her calves. He reached out his hands and grabbed her thighs just below her bottom, and spread her with his thumbs, letting them play briefly in the wet, pink folds of her sex. She was dripping with anticipation.

"Is my Baby Girl ready for Daddy to give her her special reward?"

"Oh, yes, Daddy...yes! Please can I have my reward now? I've been a really good girl!"

"That you have, Baby Girl...that you have. Okay, now...here comes Daddy's reward for his best girl."

As he pushed his hips up against hers, Tom sighed and thought,  His mind began thinking of such deliciously wicked things to do with Lisa. And then he closed his eyes and slipped his throbbing cock between her wet lips and thrust it deep inside her.

"Ohhh..yes, Daddy...yes!" Lisa cried, as Tom pushed his penis as far into her as he could possibly get it. As drenched as she was, there was little resistance.

At first awed and somewhat humbled by the incredible feeling of his manhood deep inside Lisa's burning bush, Tom's mind turned to just so much pudding. But as he took her from behind and listened to her moans -- and his own -- his mind began to devise such wonderful things to try. This "Daddy" thing could be a fantastic scene to play out...to the hilt. And with a wicked grin, he decided to do just that. Obviously, as long as he played the "Daddy" character, Lisa was game for just about anything. So...it was time to spice things up.

Bracing his elbows on Lisa's hips, he used them to stabilize her lower body, so that he could continue to plunge his hungry erection into her while his hands sought her dangling breasts and their taut nipples. He pinched those nipples playfully and said, "Mmmm...nice, Baby Girl. Daddy loves your sweet, sweet tits. Does Baby Girl like having her tits squeezed while Daddy fucks her like this?"

"Oh, God, yes, Daddy....Baby Girl likes this very much. Oh, please, Daddy...fuck your Baby Girl good."

The verbal exchange was making Tom hornier and hornier, and he decided to go with it as far as he could. He also wanted to explore just how far he could go with Lisa, who wanted very much to please "Daddy".

"Oh, sweet Baby Girl. Daddy loves your pussy. But, it's not really YOUR pussy, is it, Baby Girl? Doesn't your pussy really belong to Daddy? Hmmmm....doesn't it, Baby Girl?" As he said this, he squeezed her breasts a bit harder and pumped into her dripping sex as though he was trying to push her across the room with his cock. The conversation was having its effect on Lisa, too, as she seemed to be losing control, panting and sighing and thrusting her ass against Tom's banging crotch.

"Oh, yes, Daddy....it's ....not.....MY....pussy. Of...course...it belongs...to you. It's YOUR...pussy...Daddy....all yours!" she panted, bucking hard against him.

Licking his lips, he pinched her nipples and said, "And Daddy...can fuck...his Baby Girl's...pussy...anytime... he wants...right....Baby Girl?" he was gasping for air, too, now, slamming his cock into her as though it itched painfully, and only such quick, rapid, violent thrusting could scratch it.

"Yes, Daddy...yes! Oh, please...fuck it...anytime...you want. It's all yours...Daddy...yours and...only yours!" Lisa was slamming her ass against him as if she had the same unscratchable itch.

They were silent for a few minutes, simply slamming sweatily into each other, huffing and puffing, dripping and gasping. Tom had no idea where or when the thought came to him, but he stopped pinching Lisa's mildly irritated nipples and found other chores for his hands to perform. His thrusting into her had become more rapid, but no less forceful as one of his hands found its way between her legs and began searching for her clit. His other hand moved upward, toward her head, unconsciously seeking her flowing hair. Grasping fingers snared a handful of hair and bunched it up into his palm as he closed his fist on it. Lisa felt the intrusion into her hair and it seemed to make her slap her bottom against him even harder.

Suddenly, as he assaulted her from behind with renewed vigor, Tom's fingers found her clit, lightly squeezing the flesh around it. At the same instant, he tugged back on her hair, slowly but firmly. Lisa let out a loud moan...and it was not a moan of pain. She began to pant rapidly and ram her ass into him harder than ever. Tom tugged again on her hair, this time more firmly, causing her neck to bend back a little. He pinched her clit lightly. She shuddered and moaned.

"Oh, yeah...Baby Girl....who's....your Daddy?" he cried through clenched teeth as he thrust his cock home with ever increasing force and speed. He yanked back on her hair.

"You are....Daddy! You're...my Daddy! Only you!" Lisa was not just slamming backward against him any more...but slamming and then gyrating her hips in a circle, grinding against his crotch and abdomen.

He tugged harder on her hair, pulling her head back still further. "And whose....pussy...am I...fucking...Baby Girl?"

"Yours....Daddy...it...belongs...to you! Yours....to fuck...whenever....you like!"

He pinched her clit briefly...but hard. She moaned. He quickly let go of her clit and circled his hand back around behind her. Giving her hair a stern yank, he brought his other hand back several feet and then spanked her ass hard. "Who's your Daddy?" he cried.

"You...Daddy....you!" She screamed, squirming and thrusting. Unconsciously, she squeezed her vaginal muscles around his shaft, making both their sensations that much more incredible.

"And whose....pussy...am I....fucking?" He again tugged her hair and spanked her ass.

"Yours...daddy....oh, please.....fuck your Baby Girl!"

Smack! Smack! Smack! He slapped her ass in rapid succession, thrusting into her hard, using his handful of hair to yank her head back still further.

"And whose....ass...am I .... spanking?" Smack! Smack! Smack!!!

"Yours...Daddy..it's yours...to spank! Spank it...Daddy....please!"

He was nearing orgasm now, and wanted her to cum too. He knew she was very close. Everything he was doing was obviously making her insane, and he wanted to drive her over the edge. Keeping his hand tugging forcefully on her hair, he began alternating smacking her ass hard and reaching around to tease and squeeze her clit. He only regretted that he didn't have another free hand he could use to torture her nipples.

Slamming his tool into her as hard as he could, he too started gyrating his hips. He'd thrust into her, then hold himself pressed against her and rotate his hips in a circle, causing his throbbing cock to press against and rotate around the entire inner wall of her canal. It made her quiver and sigh. The tugs on her hair and the slaps on her bottom made her bounce and hop on the floor on her knees like a spastic rabbit. The pinching, flicking and squeezing of her clit made her lose all reason. But it was when Tom leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Be a good girl...and cum for Daddy," that she exploded. Trembling and jerking spasmodically, Lisa creamed around his burning, thrusting cock, every inch of her body quaking uncontrollably. She screamed incoherently at first, and then was able to create actual words. "YES! YES, DADDY! ... FUCK YOUR... LITTLE ...BABY GIRL!... OH, DON'T...EVER...STOP... DADDY!! FUCK YOUR GOOD GIRL!!" The last sentence came out as one long wail of pleasure. She squirmed and shook and slammed herself against him, her hot liquids gushing all over both of them.

Tom stopped squeezing her clit and spanking her. His hand released her hair. Both hands returned to her breasts, where they squeezed and pinched. By her breasts, he pulled her back up off her elbows so that, still on her knees, she was semi upright in front of him. Still squeezing her left breast, he moved his right hand back down to her dripping pussy, and again teased and tickled her clit, less urgently this time, knowing it must be getting sensitive. It had the desired effect of increasing the ferocity and duration of her orgasm.

Tom grunted and exploded into her. He felt her pussy clench around him as he discharged his sperm. She felt the warmth of his cum as it filled her. They slammed together for endless, wonderful minutes, squirming, gasping, sighing, moaning, screaming their passion. Time after time the warmth of his spurts slammed against Lisa's inner walls. It was a feeling that helped sustain her climax. And her sustained climax sustained his. It seemed they would never stop bucking against one another. Both were content to keep it just that way.




Who's Your Daddy?



But, alas, no matter how good sex is, it must always come to an end at some point. For Tom and Lisa, it was when they slumped, exhausted and drained, sideways against the dresser. They landed awkwardly, still entwined in a clasp of lust. Their right sides slammed against the drawers of the dresser, but that still did not dislodge them from one another. They simply slid off of the dresser, falling backwards. Tom fell onto his back, Lisa falling on top of him. It was only then that they fell apart, Tom's spent member slipping reluctantly from its warm and comfortable home, to slap wetly to his side. They lay there gasping for several long minutes, almost dozing.

Lisa was the first to get enough energy to move. She rolled over next to Tom and looked down at him as he still lay sprawled on his back.

"Mmmm....you're such a good Daddy," she said, smiling from ear to ear. Picking up on the cue, he replied, "And you're Daddy's favorite, bestest little girl. Mmmm...yes you are." He winked at her, not having enough energy to do anything else. He closed his eyes and smiled.

Curled up on the floor, nestled under his outstretched arm, Lisa put her tired head on Tom's chest and fell instantly asleep. Tom was already there, waiting for her to visit him in dreamland.

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Tom stretched and yawned, but when he brought his hand over to rub his eyes, the side of his wrist hit something. Whatever it was, it was soft, but it kept his hand from reaching his face. Groggily, yawning again, he opened his bleary eyes. Something hazy and pink filled the entire field of his vision. It was so close that he instinctively tried to pull his head back from it to focus on it. Lying on the floor as he was, however, this instinctive move was not possible. As he slowly entered the waking world, his eyes adjusted to both the brightness of the room and the closeness of the object. Coming gradually into focus, it began to slowly move from side to side above his face. Just as his eyes were beginning to identify what it might be, Lisa's cooing voice caressed his ears.

"Hi, Daddy," she said, her voice coming from somewhere down below his waist, "I've been waiting soooooo long for you to wake up. Your Baby Girl is waiting for you to keep your promise."

Tom's eyes focused now, and he almost burst into laughter. And he would've done so, too, if not for the fact that the view afforded him caused his tired but willing gonads to tingle and stir. Above his face, less than a half a foot away, swaying from side to side, was Lisa's round, inviting bottom. The laugh morphed into a sigh long before it escaped his lips.

"Promise?" he mumbled, his eyes rolling from side to side, following the hypnotic sway of her juicy behind.

"Yes, Daddy," she answered in a pouty voice. Raising herself up, she lifted her bottom up and away from his tick-tock eyes. In the open area between the upside down "V" formed by her straddling legs, her face appeared, somewhat distant. Sure enough, her lips were pouting like a child who'd just discovered a "boo boo" and wanted mommy or daddy to make it better. "You promised," she sulked, "that after you spanked me you'd kiss it and make it all better. Daddy would never break a promise to his Baby Girl, would he?"

Again, Tom almost laughed, but her bottom lowered again, to just inches above his head, and the slightly reddened cheeks caught his attention. The other thing that nipped his laughter in the bud was the soft, silky, furry mound that still glistened and seemed to whisper to him, inviting his closer inspection. Nestled there just beyond her full derriere, it almost seemed as if Lisa's butt cleavage was a long, curved arrow pointing the way to ecstasy.

His eyes ogling both ass and pussy, he stopped licking his lips long enough to say, "Of course not, honey. Daddy would never lie to his Baby Girl. You know that."

Now Lisa's bottom wiggled gleefully. "Mmmmmmm......so Daddy's gonna kiss my sore tushie and make it all better for his little girl?"

Coming out more as a sigh than anything else, Tom replied, "Oh, yes, Baby Girl...give Daddy those cheeks and he'll kiss them all better."

Lisa lowered her ass so fast that her crack swallowed up Tom's nose before he could react. With his nose still held captive, her side to side wiggling pulled his face side to side along with it. She wiggled and squirmed, awaiting the touch of "healing" lips.

Stifling yet another chuckle, and realizing that he might have just finally found the freaky woman of his dreams, Tom gently grabbed Lisa's cheeks and pushed her ass away from his face just far enough to remove his nose from her backside. When her bottom was at a manageable distance, he began kissing it, starting with the red areas he himself had created while spanking her earlier. Lisa cooed and sighed her approval.

As Tom kissed her warm bottom, she started caressing his penis and testicles. Needless to say, in mere moments he was erect and back in the game. But Lisa didn't seem to have another cock meal on her agenda this time. She seemed to be probing elsewhere.

As Tom licked and kissed her rump, Lisa kissed the base of his penis and worked her way back from there, her mouth searching behind it. Just as his lips began to suck on the flesh of her ass, Tom felt Lisa grabbing his thighs and lifting them, pulling them toward his upper body and then putting her weight on them. Lisa had his legs pulled up so that his back had come up off the floor a few inches and his ass was pointed skyward. She pinned his lower body in that position, and then Tom heard her give out a long, low sigh. She was apparently admiring his boldly displayed ass and enjoying it immensely.

Letting her have her fun, Tom decided her bottom had been tended to adequately, its sore buns sufficiently "healed," and probed deeper between her legs with his tongue. It was time that sweet, pink treasure feel the healing power of his tongue as well. Smiling, he mentally informed his tongue that her pussy would need much more therapy than her ass did.

Several things then happened in rapid succession. First, Tom's tongue slipped between the soft, wet lips of Lisa's sex. This resulted in Lisa sighing almost immediately, her hot breath cascading along the back of his sack and along and between his cheeks. That made Tom gasp, sending his warm breath puffing around Lisa's newly sensitized clit. This in turn jacked up Lisa's hormone level to the point of losing control, causing her to lunge further between Tom's bent back legs and start licking his ass. Sighing and panting, Tom thrust his tongue deep inside her cavern, his hands squeezing her ass as if to hold her there on his face forever. The sensation of Tom's tongue wiggling deep inside her, brought her own tongue to full speed, and Lisa spread his cheeks wide and began licking all around his puckered hole. Slurps and sucks and licks by the thousands followed. Tom devoured Lisa's dripping, juicy petals...and Lisa's tongue snaked wetly into his virgin opening.

Tom was so intent on lapping between Lisa's legs that he was only vaguely aware that his anus was being lapped as well, though aware of it he surely was on some level. When Lisa had fingered that orifice earlier, it was mostly what she was doing with her mouth at the time that had stoked his furnace, but the hot, wet sensation of her tongue between his cheeks was creating ripples of joy that radiated from her tongue outward, to every inch of his body. The fact that it was such a taboo, decadent, nasty act added to the pleasure of it. Lisa's dripping flower squirming on his face certainly didn't dampen the mood at all, either.

When Lisa started to tremble all over, Tom knew it was time to set her free. If licking his ass was such a turn on for her, she could lick it all day if she liked. In fact, he just might return the favor. But he wanted to wait for just the right moment. So, he continued to lick her pussy while she sucked hungrily between his cheeks. Her face was literally buried in his ass, and if she could've gotten it any deeper between his cheeks, she would have. Tom began thinking it was almost time to take his tongue action to her swollen clit.

Lisa's lapping and moaning in the crack of his ass and the wiggling of her slit on his face was making him creep ever closer to climax, and he knew Lisa was already at orgasm's door. So, he brought his legs around Lisa's back and squeezed her to him, locking his heels behind her neck, helping to push her licking mouth into his warm crack. At the same instant, he brought his lips and tongue to bear on her clit. He lapped and sucked it savagely, nipping it lightly with his teeth.

Lisa screamed into his ass, but somehow never stopped devouring him. Her orgasm bathed his face in slippery love fluids, but he sucked hard on her clit despite the slickness. Her gushing sex pulsed her pleasure all over his mouth and chin, which made them both warm and wet for what followed.

When she reached the apex of her climax, and her contracting pussy seemed to lose its gushing momentum, Tom took his mouth from her pussy and gave it a new home to play in. Spreading her cheeks wide, it was time to show Lisa that he was as nasty and dirty as she was. She apparently approved, because as soon as his tongue plunged between her cheeks and probed for her anus, the spurting between her legs intensified.

The intense sensation of Lisa's ass quivering at the tip of his tongue and her gushing slit drenching and warming his neck, coupled with the heat of her tongue entering his forbidden opening, was the final straw for Tom. With Lisa laying on top of him, his engorged cock had squirmed its way between her bountiful breasts, pointed downward toward her belly. Lisa's renewed orgasmic vigor so excited Tom that he came between her breasts, the spurting fluids shooting between those luscious orbs and exiting beneath them, landing on both his belly and hers. The sticky cum mixed with their sweat, creating a slurping sound at their bellies as they wriggled together in lust and ecstasy.

Tom's orgasm ended first, thereby allowing his tensed body to finally relax. His clenched toes uncurled and his weak arms slumped limply at his sides. But his mouth never stopped licking Lisa's ass. He simply burrowed his face in deeper and lapped for all he was worth, not having the strength to hold her cheeks open with his hands anymore.

But Lisa, it seemed, was not done. Rather, her erotic flame had been fanned beyond being able to be extinguished. She continued to orgasm, her feasting mouth humming with an energy that couldn't be controlled. She finally pulled her tongue out of Tom's soggy crack, but she needed somewhere else to put it. She raised herself up, pulling her bottom forward to sit on Tom's chest. His hot, sweaty face had been so suctioned between her cheeks, that the suddenness of her move yanked his head forward along with her bottom until it finally popped free with the wet, sucking sound of a plunger tearing free of a clogged drain. In a sexual frenzy, she squirmed on his chest, grinding her sensitive clit into his course hairs and erect nipples Still maddened by lust, she grabbed one of his still bent legs and tugged it toward her. Hungrily, she clutched his foot in a fevered grip and shoved his toes into her mouth, tasting her own salty sweet juices on them. Then she grabbed his other foot, and brought it to her face, too. Impatiently, she tore off the still clinging sock and tried to shove that foot into her mouth as well. There wasn't enough room. So, holding both feet before her, she sucked and licked his toes, alternating from one foot to the other. She sucked, licked and kissed his feet while she ground her burning sex into his chest. Looking up at Lisa's sweating back, Tom saw a blur of motion as she sucked his toes and squirmed all over his chest and stomach. If not for the copious amount of natural lubracation between LIsa's legs, it's conceivable that her heated grinding on his pectoral carpet might've ignited into flame.

Again it wasn't enough. With a growl of frustration, she at last noticed his dribbling, but still inflated cock resting peacefully on his sweaty belly. It was still firm enough for pleasurable use, so, still holding one foot in her hand and gorging herself on toes, she lifted that fat, inviting member and held it upright. With the speed of a python she roughly impaled herself on it, not having the patience for gentleness. With a mouthful of toes, she used his surprised but delighted cock to hump herself into oblivion.

Still she wanted to try more. She seemed as if she didn't know what depraved act she wanted to carry out next. Somewhere between licking his feet and slamming her ass up and down on his burning crotch, Lisa's brain came up with the next diversion. The suddenness of her move surprised Tom, and for an instant disappointed him as well. But when the oversexed Lisa spoke, his disappointment faded quickly.

Lisa had risen off his belly and unceremoniously whisked his erect member from her sex. Panting and heaving, she was rubbing the head of it all around her drenched slit, coating it with gobs of her slick juices. When it was abundantly coated, she leaned even further toward Tom's knees, slipping his cock back between her legs until the head was just below the crack of her ass. She held it there and cried to Tom, "Oh, Daddy....fuck your...Baby Girl's...ass. Please, Daddy....fuck your...little girl's...ass...really, really...hard!"

Watching it all unfold had made Tom harder than ever, and he was beginning to lose control as much as Lisa was. Eyes wide and penis eager, he sat up as much as he could and took his cock from Lisa, who bent further forward to offer her ass for plundering. She dropped Tom's legs to the floor with a loud thud, reaching back to spread her cheeks wide for him, and the target became clear, even though it wiggled with anticipation.

Wrapping one arm around Lisa's waist, he aimed his engorged head at the puckered bullseye. With a slight groan, he pushed only the head in. He clenched his ass muscles and forced it into her, centimeters at a time, slowly working his way in, using the natural lubrication she'd provided him. Lisa was moaning, sighing her approval. She pushed back against him slowly and deliberately, helping him ease his thick cock into her tight opening.

Slowly but inexorably, Tom managed to insert his penis into Lisa's willing ass almost all the way to his balls. When it was firmly and completely inserted, he slowly began moving his hips up and down under her. His unoccupied fingers he dabbed between Lisa's legs, playing with her clit and using the still rushing juices to further lubricate them. Quickly, he rubbed those juices around his shaft, making the thrusting inside her that much easier. Over time he was able to get the entire area so nicely wet that he could pump into her ass almost as easily as he had her incredible pussy. Then they both relaxed to enjoy the sensations.

As her sphincter relaxed more and more, Tom picked up the tempo. Soon enough, he was ramming her behind in grand style. Holding onto her hips, he sat up and forced her forward, making certain not to slip out of her. He managed to once again get her into the doggie position, at which time he really got things cooking. Once again he smacked her ass, even occasionally pinching it. And with each solid spank, he'd again play out the "Baby Girl" scenario.

"Does....Baby Girl....like having....her ass....fucked...by Daddy?" he grunted, cock ramming and hands spanking.

"Oh...yes! More, Daddy...more!"

"Who's ass....am I....fucking....little girl?"

"Yours, daddy...it's yours...only yours. Oh, please...fuck it....so, soooooo good!"

When Tom spurted into her colon, Lisa could feel the hot spurts just as distinctly as she had inside her pussy. It was incredible, volley after volley warming the inside of her ass. She moaned and squirmed, impaled on his plunging meat, and her own gushing began anew. It seemed this kinky lass had an unending supply of both energy and love fluids. Tom was amazed she wasn't dehydrated by now...or himself, for that matter.

Both of them trembled and moaned, barely able to breathe. Tom gritted his teeth with the effort of it, wanting for some reason to fill Lisa completely from this new opening. And Lisa loved his animalistic humping and grunting. It didn't last as long as the previous orgasms had, simply because both were exhausted and their fluids were nearly spent. But that didn't stop them from riding out this backdoor humping, nor from enjoying it immensely.

Lisa's weary arms gave out, and she slumped heavily to the floor, her quickly dropping ass nearly spraining Tom's still inserted muscle. But Tom managed to keep his penis almost completely inside her throughout the surprising collapse. He himself collapsed on top of her, but he continued to fill her until he began to deflate and slowly slip out. When he finally popped free, he groaned and rolled over onto his side. Lisa remained motionless on her belly, except for the heavy breathing and the twitching muscles of her groin and abdomen. Once again, they succumbed to the Sandman, and thankfully so. They'd done much in the few hours since their bottoms had kissed in the crowded dealers' room. 

As he again drifted, Tom's brain catalogued every detail of their coupling. It had been incredible. Lisa was that one, hot, dirty, freaky sex partner he'd sought all his life. She was open to anything. He was sure she'd try just about anything...and probably be excellent at all of it. She had captured his gonads already, and was well on her way to capturing his heart. Finally, the nasty girl of his dreams. Oh, yeah....so, so incredible. With a weak smile, he wondered something as he passed out. He wondered if he'd ever survive this sci-fi convention weekend. But, then, he realized he didn't care.

In reality, care he just might...if he knew what Lisa had planned for him. As wildly experimental as Tom was, he'd have one final test to pass. The sex fiend of his dreams would come at a price. Would all this incredible sex be worth that price? He would find out when he awoke. And it would change his world, his thoughts about sex and sensuality, forever.            When Tom finally regained consciousness, his eyes fluttered open, causing flashes of blurred light to enter them and filter through to his brain. He ached in a number of places, but the aches felt good. As he again slowly became accustomed to the light, his mind was somehow anticipating another crazy (though erotic) sight like the last time he awoke. He expected to see Lisa's sexy bottom hovering over his face, needing attention of one kind or another. He smiled at the thought, though he groaned also, wondering again if he would survive this encounter with the horny Lisa.

Instead, his clearing vision was greeted by her grinning face. He wondered what she was made of, to be able to engage in such Olympic style sex and yet look so fresh...and eager to continue. And from the look of the wide grin, she was indeed eager to continue. Again, he groaned...the groan laced with a sigh.

"Daddy's not pooping out on his Baby Girl, is he?" that sly smile asked.

"Of course not, Baby Girl. Daddy just needs to wake up."

"Mmmmm....good. 'Cause Baby Girl wants to try something...something Daddy's probably never done before."

The hairs on the back of Tom's neck instantly stiffened, and a bit lower, his penis started to tingle as if it was going to stiffen as well. But, though he'd only known Lisa a few hours, he knew enough to be wary of her delightfully twisted mind. "Um....and what is it Daddy's girl wants to try? Will it kill Daddy?"

Lisa laughed, then moved her mouth close to Tom's ear and sighed. The warmth of her breath on his ear energized the tingling between his legs. Whispering seductively, Lisa said, "Daddy knows I'd only do things that would make him feel good. And I know I can make you feel so, so good."




Who's Your Daddy?



"You already have, Baby Girl. So, what is it you want to do this time?"

"Welllllllllllll," she said, looking down at his chest and running the index finger of one hand around his left nipple. Her tongue was firmly planted on the inside of her cheek and she sighed as she whispered directly into his ear, "fair is fair, right? I mean, isn't that what we said right from the start? You grope my fanny, I grope yours?"

"Yes, fair is fair," Tom replied, warily. "But we've pretty much done for each other so far. I've licked you, you've licked me, we've had wonderful sex. What is it your devious brain has in mind?"

"Well," she continued to whisper into his ear, licking it quickly before continuing, "we haven't done everything equal, you know."

"Sure we have," he said, trying to think what she could mean.

"No, Daddy....we really haven't."

Intrigued now, and more than a bit nervous, he asked, "Well....what then?"

"Well," she cooed, nibbling his earlobe and running her fingers lightly on his belly just above his pubic carpet, "Daddy has fucked his little girl, hasn't he?"

"Yes," Tom laughed, not sure where this was going. The first thing he could think of to say was, "But Baby Girl has to understand that Daddy doesn't have a pussy for her to fuck." As soon as the words left his mouth, he felt a chill down the entire length of his spine.

"I know Daddy doesn't have a pussy," Lisa said, her scheming eyes lifting from his chest to focus on Tom's wondering ones. "But Daddy has such a cute ass. And Daddy DID fuck his little girl's ass, didn't he?"

Tom shivered. He could swear the sides of his face were going numb. He tried to speak, but nothing came out. His tongue was too busy trying to escape down his throat. His unintelligible babble went something like, "But... uh...Baby Girl....Daddy....uh....well....Daddy....I mean....you.....Daddy....you don't..."

Lisa smiled a wicked smile and got close to his face. Reaching out her tongue to lick his lips, she brushed her body against him and rubbed her nipples against his. Still looking into his eyes, she simply said, "Fair's fair, Daddy."

Tom sat up so fast that Lisa was pushed backward. He looked at her incredulously. She just grinned back, her tongue rolling around in her mouth as she seemed to already be sighing at the possibility of what she was suggesting. Tom's mouth hung open, words still not forming properly.

Finally, he blurted, "You mean you want to...? You actually want....? I mean, you're actually suggesting that...?"

Lisa seemed a little amused by his discomfiture...seemed to be enjoying his unease with what she had in mind. Tilting her head to one side, she leaned forward and kissed Tom's neck, her hands roaming down his sides and rubbing the area above his hips where love handles would someday form. Slowly, she kissed his neck and face, then gave him reassuring kisses on the lips. She leaned back and smiled at him, this time a soothing smile, like a mother comforting her young boy. Tom was beginning to wonder if the parent/child roles hadn't just that quickly been reversed.

"Daddy, you know I'd never hurt you, don't you? You know that whatever I do for you will make you feel very, very good, right?"

Tom hesitated, then stammered, "But, Baby Girl....you want to...I mean...you're really suggesting...?"

"Yes, Daddy." She hugged him and started gently kissing his face, trying to ease his doubts, make him more amenable to things. "Yes, Daddy...Baby Girl wants to fuck your cute, sexy ass....just like you did hers."

There it was. Loud and clear. Lisa wanted to poke him in the butt. As he pictured it, he cringed. But Lisa persisted. She stroked him, kissed him, whispered dirty thoughts in his ears, trying to weaken his resolve. With his hormones building up, despite the proposed act, Tom made one last ditch effort, which he knew was a weak attempt indeed. If he knew Lisa, she was probably well prepared for anything.

"But Baby Girl," he noted, crossing his fingers, "unless you're a very clever Houdini, you don't have a cock. That's why us guys do the fucking. I know you don't have one...I've been between your legs."

Lisa's smile became wicked again when she replied, "Well, I don't have it on me." Her eyes sparkled with mischief.

"Oh....my.....God...." Tom said, the color draining from his face. "You mean....you actually...? No way."

"Oh, yes, Daddy.....I carry my cock with me wherever I go. I never know when some wonderful man like yourself might just let me use it. Some sexy, dirty, nasty man like my Daddy."

Tom was finally totally speechless. He sat there staring as Lisa got up and walked across the room to the closet. She slid her suitcase out of the small suitcase cubbyhole on the left hand side and lifted it onto the bed. Three clasps went "snap, snap, snap", each sound making Tom jump. Lisa rummaged in the suitcase for a minute, then stood up, something in her hands. She was smiling.

When she turned toward Tom again, he could see the flesh toned dildo in her hand, and the belt that hung from its sides. He went numb again, though his slightly engorging penis was betraying him. It was only growing a tiny bit, but that fact did not escape the bewitching Lisa. She smiled broadly, licking her lips.

Lisa's actions were mesmerizing as she slowly strapped on her favorite toy. Tom's eyes darted from her eyes to the intimidating tool she was fastening in place. When she had it firmly in place, she stood there with her hands on her hips. The small to medium sized hard rubber cock bobbed a tiny bit. She stroked it, not to make Tom nervous, but to enjoy the feel of it, and the feeling of it jutting out from her crotch as if it was her own flesh and blood.

After stroking the fake shaft and balls a few times, she turned again to the suitcase. Tom was still staring at the schlong, his paralyzed brain trying to think of something to say, trying to dredge up some hope for escape. Lisa said, "Ahh...here you are," and turned back to Tom again, something else in her hands now. It was a tube of lubricating jelly. Tom shivered just a tiny bit. Once again Lisa pronounced, "Fair's fair, Daddy."

Words again stumbled from Tom's mouth, "Um...Lisa....you're incredible....but....I don't know about this." He shook his head, the tightness in his muscles making his neck creak.

Lisa squeezed some of the jelly onto her hands and began to lovingly rub it into the rubber cock. Tom squirmed. If this was a joke, it was a damn good one. But, then, why would she have the strap-on in the first place? Or did she play this trick on every guy she fucked? He moaned, knowing he was just grasping at straws.

Lisa was rubbing the gel into her toy like she would stroke a real penis, slowly and tenderly. She was indeed fond of it. When she finished rubbing gel into the shaft and head, she even rubbed some on the fake testicles. That made Tom VERY nervous. He could feel his sphincter tighten up.

"Tom," Lisa encouraged, dropping the "Daddy" act briefly, "I'd never hurt you. You're incredible, and I've had a fantastic time with you. I just thought that I'd finally found the guy I've been looking for...one who's willing to try anything once. You're so deliciously bawdy and dirty and sexy....I just thought...." The sentence trailed off. She was quiet for a minute, during which time the two just stared at each other. Then her shoulders slumped, and she looked at the floor in front of her, dejected. "It's okay," she said, "if you don't want to try it, we'll just forget it. This is a really small dildo and I know you'd be able to take it okay, with no pain. I even put a bunch of lubricant on it so it would be really easy on you. I don't know why I thought you'd be okay with this. I'm really sorry, Tom. I must just be some really twisted...."

"It's okay," Tom said softly, interrupting her flood of regret and self doubt, "You're right...fair is fair. I'll do it." In his head, he was slapping himself and breaking open a vial of smelling salts. "Are you insane?!!" reverberated in his head with each slap and sniff.

It took a few seconds for the soft words to sink in. But, slowly, Lisa's downcast eyes raised. Her openmouthed frown began to invert, ultimately changing into a soft smile. It almost looked as if she might cry. She looked at Tom and sighed, saying, "I was right about you. You really are quite a guy. You don't have to do this if you really don't want to. Honest...it's okay....and I won't be upset."

"No," Tom replied, smiling now, "like I said, you're right...fair is fair. Besides, I've always said that I would be willing to experiment with almost any form of sex that involved me and a woman, so I guess it's time I back up those words. Um...you're sure it won't hurt, right?"

"Not at all," Lisa said, her eyes dancing again. "In fact, I can promise you that it'll feel wonderful...especially the way I'm going to do it."

"And how is that?" he asked, "I'm new at this, remember? I haven't a clue how a woman butt-fucks a guy. So what are Baby Girl's plans for Daddy?"

"Well, Daddy," she said, strolling up to him, "first I'm going to bend you over the bed. Then I'm going to get on my knees behind you and taste that sweet ass of yours again....get it all wet and loosened up with my tongue and fingers. I'll be gentle, I promise. And then, when it's all relaxed and ready, I'll stand up and insert my cock in you.. just like you did me...slow and gentle...working it in a little at a time. And, all the while I'll be doing something else nice for you, too."

"Which is?"

"While I'm licking you, and while I'm fucking you, I'll be stroking your cock really, really nice. You'll be feeling so good, front and back. I promise you you'll love it."

"And if I don't?" he asked, still skeptical.

"If you don't, I'll stop and we'll get it on some other way. No harm, no foul."

Then, for some unknown reason, Tom started to get into the idea of it. His sex with Lisa so far had been nothing short of amazing in its satisfaction, so just maybe she knew what she was talking about. He looked up at her, and even with a strapped on dildo bobbing at her crotch, she was sexy and desirable. He figured, what the hell, let's try this. It'll be one more thing he can say he's tried....though he won't be blurting it out to the whole world. Lisa was continuing to look down at him, waiting for his final decision.

"Okay," he sighed, "where does Baby Girl want Daddy?" Lisa's eyes brightened immediately. Once again she was that sexy nymph he'd come to know ever since the accidental grope in the elevator.

With a twinkle in her eyes, she pointed to the foot of the bed. "Right here, Daddy. Your Baby Girl's gonna make you feel so, sooo good. Just stand at the foot of the bed and bend over. Put your hands on the bed and brace yourself. I'll do the rest."

He walked over to the bed and bent over. As she circled behind him, he couldn't help staring at the bobbing dildo as it moved behind him along with her. It seemed so odd to see that succulent pussy now sporting balls and a dick. It was humorous, and oddly erotic...though he much preferred her moist honeypot.

Lisa got on her knees behind him, and gently caressed his buttocks. She sighed as she kneaded them, squeezing his cheeks firmly and enjoying them thoroughly. Tom wiggled his ass a little, looking back to see the delighted look on her face when he did. She had already shown that she liked his bottom, and he didn't mind that at all.

After a few minutes of groping and fondling and nibbling, Lisa decided to get down to business. She gripped his cheeks firmly with her thumbs just inside the crack of his ass. Slowly she spread them. Again Tom teased, moving his butt from side to side. Not being able to resist the joke, he said, "Bon appetite, Baby Girl." Lisa would've laughed, but she was too busy sighing...and planning.

Lisa buried her face in his behind, pushing her nose and mouth into it as far as she could. She could feel the warmth of his insulated crevice surround her face, heating her nose, cheeks and lips. Her sigh sent warm air cascading up and down his crack, and it felt good to him. He tried to imagine what it looked like having a woman's face buried in his ass. It must look sexy as hell, he thought. He even tried to turn his head around to check it out in the mirror above the dresser, but it was directly behind them and he couldn't crane his neck far enough for any substantial length of time. So, he closed his eyes and decided to just enjoy the sensations.

A moist heat tickled his ass as Lisa thrust out her tongue, licking up and down his crack. She was certainly thorough, licking up one side and down the other, then licking directly in the middle. She made her tongue hard and probed it deep into his crack. Spreading him open still wider, she was able to lick the very center of his valley, savoring the mild scent and taste of it. She panted while she licked.

She got her face buried deep enough between his cheeks that she no longer needed to hold both cheeks apart. Keeping one hand on his left cheek, just in case, she slipped her other hand between his legs. Her fingers teased his testicles, stroking them lightly. Now, Tom thought, this is getting to be good!

The teasing fingers moved farther still, working their way slowly to his already fattened shaft. They gently stroked him from base to head as she lapped his ass. As her tongue searched for his orifice, her fingers sought his slitted helmet. Just as her tongue entered him, her fingers gently played with his engorged head.

Still licking him deeply, she sent her unoccupied hand to play between his legs with its sister. She'd worked her tongue into his hole and was slowly moving it in and out. One hand was still stroking his cock, and the other began to squeeze and fondle his sack. Tom was just about quivering now. A hot tongue in his ass, his bobbing shaft being stroked slowly up and down, and his testicles being gently squeezed and fondled. What more could a man ask for?

This went on for quite some time. Lisa stroked and licked him slowly and thoroughly, heating his bottom with her face and tongue while her hands worked his cock and balls into a burning state of pre-ejaculation. He was gasping and moaning, moving his hips back and forth. Lisa's hands and mouth kept up with him admirably. 

But, then, it was time for Lisa to play.

Before standing to enter him with her fake penis, she adjusted the roles of her hands. One hand took on the jobs that two had done before, stroking both his penis and testicles. The other hand joined her mouth at his anus. Drenching his hole with her saliva, Lisa began working her finger once again into it, slowly stroking the sphincter muscle, loosening it...relaxing it. She licked his crack as best she could while her finger soothed and readied the opening. Tom was moaning and rocking, and she knew he was ready. She stroked his cock right up until the moment that she stood up to enter him. And when she did stand up, she only let go of his shaft long enough to reach around from above to continue the stroking. It was only a heartbeat of time, unnoticed by Tom as he swayed and sighed.

It all happened in an instant. Lisa removed her tongue from inside his now saliva-lubricated, relaxed sphincter, stood up -- expertly readjusting how she stroked his throbbing tool -- and positioned herself behind him. With a sigh of her own, she placed the head of the rubber cock between Tom's cheeks and centered it over his opening. It's gel-lubricated head made contact with his hole and she pushed it in ever so gently, just as he'd done when he took her from behind. Tom gasped.

She was in. 

Both of them sighed, bonding in this new and deliciously decadent way. Slowly, inexorably, Lisa inched her faux penis into him, pushing from her hips, still stroking his cock firmly. The transition from tongue and fingers to rubber cock was as smooth as it could possibly be...under the circumstances.

The sensation of the dildo slowly inching into him was indeed different. But Lisa's slow stroking of his shaft and fondling of his testicles kept his mind just occupied enough that he couldn't concentrate on the invasion going on in his rear. Lisa was having a grand old time, working the lubricated, hard rubber deeper and deeper, eager for the actual pumping to begin. She'd always wanted to use a strap-on on a man, and she'd finally gotten her chance. She was in Heaven at finally being able to do it, licking her lips and sighing right along with Tom.

His opening finally relaxed enough to fully accept the slippery schlong, and Lisa got really into it. She reached around with both hands and cupped his balls in one while stroking him furiously with the other. Her hips thrust the dildo into his ass over and over again, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy. As often as she'd fantasized about doing this, she never once dreamed it would be so erotic. The power...the control...actually turning the tables and fucking a man for a change. What a glorious feeling!

She pounded against Tom's ass hard and fast, driving the strapped on cock home. She watched for signs that it might be hurting him, but he gave none, so she plundered on. Tom's cheeks and thighs rippled with the force of her thrusts. As long as he continued to moan, and his cock was hard as granite, Lisa kept it up. She was getting incredibly wet behind the pummeling penis, and the greased testicles were actually bumping up against the edge of her pussy. It was almost making her swoon, but she was so fixated on pumping into Tom's derriere that she just couldn't allow such a thing to happen. She forced herself to stay focused on fucking him.

In a final display of sanity before his mind turned to sludge, Tom realized that some of his prized collectibles were directly in the path of his soon to be spitting penis. He'd already bent -- thankfully, only slightly -- a couple of the one sheets he'd bought, and made an imprint of the photo frame that housed his Karloff picture, on his shoulder blade, and he wanted no further victims of his lust. Though his body was quaking and gasping, his brain impressively sent a message to his arms and hands. First his right hand, and then his left, swiped away his treasured items so that they wouldn't be in the path of any spurting fluids. That flurry of preventive activity completed, his brain returned to its besotted state of preparation for sperm ejection.

Knowing how close Tom was to orgasm, Lisa slid her cock squeezing hand up to its helmeted head. Her other hand squeezed his testicles, wiggling her fingers in his sack. She stroked his shaft quickly a few times and then returned her fingers to the head. She repeated this maneuver, back and forth from head to shaft, over and over until she felt him trembling all over. A moan was working its way up from his chest, coming out of his mouth first as quiet rushes of air, then gaining sound and volume. His trembling increased, and she knew he was about to cum. The electric ripples between her legs told her that she wouldn't be far behind.

At the exact right moment, Lisa squeezed his scrotum firmly, her fingers tickling at the back of it. She thrust into him hard and fast. She stroked his penis furiously. Feeling the contraction of his scrotal muscles, she quickly stopped stroking and slid her hand up to the head. With her fingers circling the shaft just below the head, she kneaded his cock and tugged it outward, kneading and tugging, kneading and tugging...faster and faster. A firm, squeezing massage of his testicles finally did the trick.

With a moan and shudder, Tom's manhood tensed and spurted, ejecting hot, creamy cum onto the bed. It was a good thing he'd had the forethought to move his purchases, because the discharge was copious indeed. Lisa continued to take him from behind, and to squeeze and tug his member. Again and again he sent strong, pulsed streams of seminal fluid across the bedspread. He could feel his testicles tighten and squeeze out their load...and it wasn't just Lisa's fingers causing it. It felt like the surge of fluid was coming from somewhere deep inside his abdomen, instead of from the fondled sack between his legs. His cheeks clenched around the marauding dildo as his every muscle tried to help propel his procreative juices out of his body. He moaned and shivered, his wobbly arms barely able to hold him up on the bed.




Who's Your Daddy?



Lisa looked around Tom as she pumped into him, seeing him spurt onto the bed. It fueled her fire and she thrust into him all the harder and faster. Tiny drops of his cum dribbled onto her fingers as they tugged at his helmet, but the vast majority of his cum rocketed out of him like a Fourth of July display.

Suddenly, Lisa gasped into Tom's ear, quivering and spasming herself. She felt hot liquid gushing down her inner thighs. Since his testicles no longer needed her hand to squeeze them, she brought that hand around and shoved it quickly between her legs. Three fingers stormed into her flooded cavern and thrust in and out. Her thumb just barely brushed her clit. Holding Tom's erupting cock, still ramming into his previously virgin opening, and fingering herself furiously, she rode tidal waves of pleasure right along with him. Their bodies shook and jerked and spasmed together like some writhing, multi-appendaged creature. Their gasps and cries only enhanced this picture of some undulating otherworldly entity.

This time Tom slumped forward, weak and weary...and Lisa slumped on top of him. They were still jerking from head to toe, gasping for air, trying to get their bearings. Lisa's hips had lost the strength to thrust anymore, so she pulled them back enough to slowly ease the dildo out of him. It flopped at a forty-five degree angle just below his conquered ass, almost touching his relaxing scrotal sack. As she lay there quaking on top of him, Lisa's hand happened to come to rest on the bed near his. Eyes glazed and chest heaving, Tom managed to reach over and take her hand in his. Their fingers intertwined. The entire time they lay there recovering, their hands remained clasped together, symbolic of the sexual bond that had been formed in one amazing day.

When they had both recuperated enough to breathe regularly again, they looked at each other...and laughed. It was the exhausted laugh of lovers who mutually admired each others carnal skills. It was a laugh filled with awe and respect, which was soon echoed by words.

"See?" Lisa's voice was the soft whisper of a dove's wings, "I told you Daddy would like it."

"Oh....my, oh, my, Baby Girl. I'll never doubt you again. You are undoubtedly the queen of nasty sex."

"Nasty is oh, so good, Daddy. Nasty is wonderful."

"Mmm hmmm, Baby Girl. And you're the nastiest. You're Daddy's good girl."

"And you're the best, nastiest Daddy a little girl could have." She sighed, hearing him sigh as well.

No more words were spoken at that point. The two of them cleared off Tom's collectibles from the bed, pulled down the covers and crawled under them, exhausted...even though it hadn't even reached 9 PM yet. They rolled together, snuggled against each other front to front, then eventually spooned front to back. They slept until about 2 AM, at which time Lisa again straddled Tom's head and wanted his tongue inside her. She returned the favor between his legs and they licked and sucked each other to one last orgasm for the day. They fell asleep that way, still in the sixty-nine position with Lisa on top of Tom. Their sleep was not broken again until after 10 AM the following day.

There was a sad silence when they finally went to a late brunch that next day. They both knew they'd found someone special, but they also knew they had lives in separate states. It was a somber breakfast, indeed. Every time one of them started to speak, their plight seemed to again come to mind, and the words would never be voiced. Finally, Tom did speak, and his eyes were surprisingly bright and twinkling.

"Lisa, I know you're thinking what I'm thinking, about us living so far apart. But, well, there IS hope. I mean, there's a sci-fi convention almost every weekend SOMEWHERE in this country."

Lisa's eyes also brightened. "Yes, there is, isn't there? And until we can solve this distance thing, I propose we meet at every damn convention that pops up, no matter where it is. You agree?"

"I'm right behind you on that one...Baby Girl," he smiled.

"Mmmm...and I was right behind YOU, wasn't I....Daddy?" she winked.

They exchanged phone numbers, making a pact to have hot, nasty phone sex until they could meet again. By that time, they'd gotten themselves so horny again that Tom practically bludgeoned the waiter with cash and coin when he paid the check, so that they could get out of the restaurant quick and back up to one of the rooms. 

This time going to Tom's room, the two of them hurriedly searched through Tom's collectors' newspaper for times and dates of future conventions. They both nearly came when they looked at the list. Counting down that list, they looked at each other and snickered lecherously. Simultaneously, they shouted with glee, "Forty-seven! Forty-seven conventions this year alone!"

Lisa leaped into Tom's arms and they hugged and kissed. They were already hot when they'd gotten to the room, and the idea of being able to get together on so many occasions made them both horny and childishly giddy. They weren't even thinking about the conventions themselves, but calculating in their heads how many orgasms each weekend together would mean. The possibilities were endless! 

Still smooching, they lost their balance and fell sideways onto the small hotel room sofa. They rolled off of it onto the carpeted floor, their lips still locked, clawing at each other. They fumbled with each others clothes, clothes that had only been put on a couple of hours ago.

"My flight doesn't leave for three hours," Tom panted, ripping off Lisa's bra.

"I don't have to be home for four hours or so," Lisa huffed, already unzipping Tom's pants.

"Mmmm...plenty of time," was Tom's reply as his lips locked on a pert, begging nipple.

"My toes," Lisa gasped, "You never...got to them...before. Start there...and work...your way up. And lick...EVERYTHING!!!"

In a flash, Tom returned the toe-sucking favor, one hand exploring Lisa's dewey flower while the other aimed to reciprocate back door exploration. Lisa had Tom's pulsating muscle down her throat while she squeezed his cheeks and rammed her nipples into his abdomen. Writhing and rolling and slurping, with heads and limbs in awkward positions, the two of them made the absolute best of the hours remaining to them.

                 END

Author's parting comment: There's someone out there for everyone. It may be hard to find them, but they do exist. And if circumstance isn't always on our side, we can try our damnedest to bend circumstance to meet our needs. If you meet that special someone, never let go without one hell of a fight...and never, NEVER do anything stupid to ruin it.