0 comments/ 39742 views/ 0 favorites My Birthday Surprise By: Starlight It was my thirtieth birthday, and my lovely husband, Ken, had arranged a special evening for me. By the way, Ken is not short of Kenneth, but Kennedy. I think they named him after an airport somewhere. We were to go out to dinner at a restaurant. This was one of those places that when telling friends about it, you can proceed roughly as follows; "Darling, Ken and I go to this exclusive little place in a quaint back street." Sub-text: A grotty little dive in a smelly back alley. "The food is exquisite, and they specialise in a venison dish." Sub-text: Be careful what you order you might get food poisoning, and for "venison" read "deer hide." "They have some very special wines you can hardly get elsewhere." Sub-text: You can get it at nearly every bottle shop at a quarter the price. "The place is candle lit and so romantic." Sub-text: It's kept dim so you won't see the dirt and the stains on the tablecloth. "The waiters are so attentive." Sub-text: They look as if they're on some illegal substance and are off in outer space. "The prices are a little high, of course, but you can expect that in these exclusive places." Sub-text: The prices are outrageous and we only go there so I can boast to you about it. I arrived home from work a little earlier than usual, showered, and chose the dress I was to wear for the evening. I selected one sufficiently low cut to keep Ken interested, and besides, I didn't want him straining his eyes in the candlelight trying to look at other women who might be in the restaurant. We had been married six years and still hadn't got bored with each other, but I don't believe in taking unnecessary risks. Ken got home just as I started to dress and wanted to give me a birthday treat on the spot, but I said, "Darling, I've just had my shower, and we are due at the restaurant in half an hour." That cooled him off a bit, and he showered, dressed, and off we went. I have said all I want to and need to say about the restaurant. If you are interested, I can say that Ken did keep his eyes on my thirty-eight Cs. He seems to have a fascination with them, which is, I suppose, rather flattering. However, my main focus is to tell you about what followed. For some reason, Ken seemed very anxious for us to go home. I assumed that what he wanted was me in bed, and having nothing to object to in that idea, I surrendered to his slight agitation, and complied, arriving home about 10 p.m. My assumption proved correct. No sooner did we enter the house, and I was in the bedroom being disrobed. At this point things took a turn different from the direction I had anticipated. "Sweet heart," Ken effused, "I've got something very special for you, but you must do what I tell you." Puzzled, I responded, "Okay." With this he urged me to lie down on the bed, and having got me there, produced a number of cloth strips. "What are you going to do with those?" I asked suspiciously. "Tie you down," he replied. Now we have carried through quite a few sexual experiments, but hadn't got to the bondage aspect so far. My thought was, being my birthday Ken had decided that it was as good a time as any to launch into this phase. Nothing daunted, and always ready for a new experience, especially lascivious experience, I let him tie me down. Having secured me gently but firmly he took off his clothes and got beside me. "All very normal apart from the bondage," I thought, "What next?" Next came the usual foreplay of kissing, breast fondling, nipple sucking and the usual culmination of oral sex with him licking my clitoris. All very nice and acceptable, but still nothing unusual apart from the bondage. But I had underestimated Ken and the situation. Having got me well and truly going, Ken got off the bed and said, "I think you're good and ready. Be back in a moment," and left the room. "What the hell is he up to? I thought. Has he bought me a new vibrator or dildo or some other sex toy?" I didn't have long to wait. Ken reentered the room trailing behind him a man. "This is Stanley," he said, smiling. I didn't care who he was. I was shocked and horrified, and started my protests. "Ken, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing, bringing a man, and a stranger, in here with me naked. Get him out and me untied." "Calm down, love," Ken responded, "Stanley is your special surprise." Well, he was right about one thing, Stanley was a surprise. I looked at the said Stanley and saw a man about forty, on the short side and balding. He said nothing, just stood there smiling. "Ken," I howled, "How can you let your wife be seen naked like this. Will you get that man out of here and untie me. If you don't I'll scream the place down." This I knew was a vain threat, because there was no one near enough to our place to hear. In any case, Ken just continued, addressing Stanley. "Okay Stan, she's all yours." Stanley began to strip and I continued to yell my protestations. "Stop this at once, Ken. This is disgusting. If you don't stop it our marriage is at an end." And so I went on yelling and struggling to free myself, totally ignored by Ken and Stanley. By now, Stanley was naked, and looking at him a wave of horror washed over me. Erect before me was a giant penis. When having sex with Ken we had fantasised about such monsters, but never in my wildest dreams had I imagined something like this. As for measurements, I have no idea, and I think "Enormous" covers the case. "Darling," Ken said soothingly, "do stop making such a noise or you'll upset Stanley. I don't want to have to gag you." I could hardly believe what I was hearing, and redoubled my screaming protests. "You bastard, what are you doing to me." As good as his word, Ken gagged me. Stanley approached the bed, and it was then that I realised fully what was about to happen. I had thought this might be some exhibition that Ken thought funny, but no, he was going to let this man fuck me. Through the gag I tried to beg and plead, knowing what agony awaited me if this man tried to enter me. My own husband was causing me to be raped, or commit adultery, or whatever it was. Stanley positioned himself with the head of his penis close to my entrance. He had not said one word all this time, and still silent he smiled down at me. I felt Ken's hands pull open the lips of my vagina, and he whispered, "Relax, darling." "Relax!" I had murder on my mind. I felt the penis head push against my opening. Stanley took hold of my hips and pushed. He was very strong, but for a moment my vagina resisted, then he burst through. I felt as if I was being rent in two. Through the gag I screamed and screamed, while Ken stroked my face and made comforting noises. Stanley continued to push into me, coming to a stop at the top of my vagina. The halt was only momentary. He gave one mighty heave, I experience pain as never before in my life, and he broke through into my depths. He rested for a few moments, then began moving himself up and down in me. It did not last too long. I had managed to partially get the gag out of my mouth and shrieked, "You bastard, you're making me come." It hit me like a sledgehammer smashing me into a shrieking, howling, cursing climax. The pain and ecstasy was unbelievable and unbearable. I begged for mercy, but he had none. He went on until he began to erupt into me – great globs of sperm that squeezed between the walls of my vagina and his penis, and flowed out and down over my anus. As he slackened within me he started to withdraw, and the pain was the worst yet as he finally came out of me. Still silent and smiling he got off the bed, redressed, and then he and Ken left the room. I lay on the bed exhausted, soaked with sweat, sperm, my lubricant and blood. I had come back from hell. A smiling Ken came back into the room and started to take off the gag and untie me. I struggled to sit up on the bed, and put my arms round Ken's neck and said, "Darling, what a wonderful birthday surprise. Do you think you…we…could…" "It's all right, sweet heart," he murmured lovingly, "He's pretty expensive, but I've booked him for our wedding anniversary." After showering, Ken got his reward, but somehow it wasn't quite the same. Oh well, only three months to the wedding anniversary. My Birthday Surprise My wife and I love to surprise each other. Sometimes it's with material things, she'll get me tickets to a sporting event or I'll get her a trip to the day spa, sometimes it's by one of us doing the other's household chores to allow the other to relax, and sometimes it's with sex. We've been together for almost five years now, so we've pretty much tried everything we're comfortable with in the sex department and we know what each other likes. Beyond just knowing what the other likes, we also are quite aware of those one or two things that I like to call "chart toppers." You know, those couple things that your significant other does especially well that just put you over the edge every time. With that as background, I very fondly remember the surprise I was treated to on my 32nd birthday. It was on a Friday, so unfortunately I had to work. But, the day wasn't supposed to be busy, so I knew I'd be able to somehow muddle through. We set it up so that she would pick me up from the office and then go straight to my favorite steakhouse for a nice dinner. We left the rest of the night unplanned, or so I thought, to see what we felt like doing after the meal. Friday morning came and I quietly got ready for work, kissed my sleeping beauty good-bye and walked the few minutes to the train station. Just about a half hour before it was time to call it a day, the phone on my desk rang. I hesitated before picking it up, fearing it was the boss with a last minute task I needed to complete before checking out for the weekend. My worries quickly evaporated when I heard her voice on the other end. "Happy birthday Baby." "Thanks," I said, "I can't wait to get out of here. Where are you now?" "Not far from the office," she replied. "Do you have any ideas for what you'd like to do tonight?" she asked. "No, not really. Although I'm leaning towards just going home and relaxing. We haven't done that in what seems like forever." I answered. "Sounds fine with me. Remember, tonight is all about you. I'm just your humble servant." She giggled. "I like the sound of that," I breathed quietly in the phone in case any of my coworkers had prying ears. "Yes Baby, it's all about you tonight." She repeated. She moaned seductively into the phone and then hung up before I could say anything further. The sound of that moan acted as an instant aphrodisiac and as soon as quitting time came, I fairly raced out of the building to where she waited in the car. To my surprise, she was standing outside the car. As I got closer, I saw why. It was to show off a new outfit; a short black skirt that came a couple inches above her knees and showed off her smooth tan legs, a matching sleeveless top that revealed ample cleavage, and a pair of heels. Her hair was down, just the way I like it. "Hey Sexy." I called, "waiting for anyone in particular?" "Just my birthday boy," she replied with a smile. "You are extremely hot," I informed her as I gave her a hug and kiss, breathing in her delicious perfume. "I bet you tell all the girls that," she kidded, getting in the car. We drove the thirty minutes to our favorite steakhouse, talking over our respective days and possible plans for the coming weekend. The meal and service were excellent as usual and a little after eight we left the restaurant for an evening stroll through the nearby park. We stopped in a secluded area by a bench and she planted one of those deep passionate kisses on my lips, sliding her tongue deep in my mouth and softly moaning. After a minute we pulled apart and as we did, her fingers gently brushed against the front of my pants, pausing just for a second to tease my already hard cock. We walked back to the car and she handed me the keys, "you drive," she said. As I navigated the car homeward, she leaned over and gently sucked and nibbled on my ear, every once in a while giving me one of those seductive moans or, better yet, looking at me with those world famous "fuck me" eyes. As we pulled into the driveway, she placed her hand in my lap, gently rubbing my cock through my pants. "Here we are," I said, "let's go inside." "What an excellent idea," she replied as she stepped out of the car and walked to the front door. We entered the house and she said, "why don't you go down to the rec-room and watch baseball? I have some things up here to take care of and then I'll be down." "Ok," I said, struggling to remember the last time I actually had time to sit down and enjoy a game, "but hurry, I want to watch it with you." I went down stairs, flipped on the Red Sox, and settled back on the couch to await her arrival. About five minutes later I heard her coming down the stairs. I turned to greet her as she walked in the room and nearly lost my breath at the sight. There she stood in another new outfit. I'm not good at all the fancy names, so I'm not sure if it was technically a negligee, all I know is that it was black, lacy, skimpy, and incredibly sexy. She smiled a sly smile and her brown eyes sparkled mischievously as she walked over to stand in front of me. "You like?" she asked. "Like isn't the word girly. I love. You look amazing." "I brought you this too," she said, handing me an ice cold bottle of beer. "You're the greatest," I said, "what guy could ask for anything more." "Well," she said matter of factually, "my guy is going to get even more, so be prepared." With that, she began to model her new outfit, striking one of her famous seductive poses and allowing me to trace every curve of her body with my ravenous eyes. She stepped over to where I sat and forced my legs apart. "It's time for your own private lap dance," she said slowly beginning to grind first her ass then her pussy on my crotch. She put her hand on the back of my head and pushed my face between her big boobs, gently smacking them off the side of my face. As she stood there suffocating me with those perfect 36Cs, I reached my arms around her and grabbed a nearly bare ass cheek in each hand, gently squeezing. "I think touching might be against the rules," she warned. "Yes, but you said it's whatever I want since it's my birthday, right?" I reminded. "Ah yes, I forgot about that. Now sit back if you don't mind, please. I have something I'd like to finish." As I leaned back, she slowly knelt down between my legs, unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and emphatically stated, "these need to come off." I no sooner had my slacks off then I felt her hands gently tugging on my boxer-briefs and heard her say, "these too." I sat back down on the couch with her between my legs, her face just inches from my throbbing cock. I knew what was coming and couldn't wait to feel her warm wet mouth sucking on me. She started teasing me, licking from the base of my balls all the way to the tip of my cock, spending an extra minute there to lick off the precum that was beginning to drip. "Stop teasing me, " I demanded, "I want my cock in your pretty little mouth right now." She did as she was told, opening her mouth wide and taking me in all the way. God, I have no idea how she does it, but boy am I glad she can and does. She began to bob her head up and down very slowly, pausing now and again to swirl her tongue around my shaft. "Yes girly, you suck it sooo good. Keep sucking me." Now I know I was taught from a very early age that speaking with one's mouth full is quite ignorant. However, when my little cock-hound has a mouth full of my manhood and starts talking to me, nothing turns me on more. It's one of those "chart toppers" I mentioned at the beginning of the story. Granted, the words don't always come out so clearly, but I think that's what turns me on so much; listening to her struggle to move her tongue and big beautiful lips because my cock is in the way. "I love to suck on you baby. I love it even more when you fuck my face and talk dirty to me." She murmured around my cock. She went back to sucking me, alternating between long pulls that started at my balls and ended at the tip and rapid head bobbing with a swirling tongue. As she continued to suck, she'd occasionally moan and use the fingers of her left hand to play with my balls, gently caressing and stroking them. "Oh yes, girly, you're such a good little cocksucker. Such a dirty little cocksucking slut. I bet you love the taste of cum, don't you?" "I love the taste of cum," she replied, barely missing a beat in her continued head bobbing. "I know you do. And if you keep sucking on me, you're going to get a mouthful," I said, as I felt my orgasm slowly beginning to build. Now that my cock was slippery with a mixture of precum and my beautiful bride's spit, she wrapped her hand that she was using to play with my balls around the base of my cock and gently began to slide it up and down in perfect rhythm with her mouth. This was something she had learned just before our wedding from a porn DVD and had first used the technique on me during our honeymoon. It was a big hit. Gradually she began to build speed with her hand and mouth, and I began to gently thrust my cock. "You like it when I fuck your face girly?" I asked, knowing full well the answer to the question. "Yes, I love it. Fuck my mouth. See if you can make your little whore choke." Faster and faster we moved, my cock ready to explode. With a final grunt and one last thrust of my cock deep in her mouth, I erupted. "Yes baby! Swallow my cum." She did as she was told, only missing a little that ran out the corner of her mouth. She looked up at me and smiled, stood up wiping her hand on her bare leg, and said, "I'll be back in a minute." I barely had time to catch my breath when she returned to the room, again wearing a different outfit. This one was red, equally as skimpy, and even sexier. She again modeled it for me, concluding the show by sitting down in front of me on the coffee table. At this point she revealed the fact that this new outfit had a simple snap on the crotch. Once this snap was undone, it basically meant she had on a pair of crotch less panties for bottoms and a lacy bra as the top. Once the magical snap was undone, she slid her naked ass further back on the coffee table, lifting her legs and placing one on either side of where I sat. Finally situated, she took the first two fingers of her right hand, placed them in her mouth for a second or two and then slid them both in her tight little pussy. My view was pretty much Heaven, my sexy woman facing me, leaning back with her legs spread open to reveal her pinkness and two fingers slowly working in and out. She also began to rub her clit with her thumb, moaning with delight as she traced circles around it. "You like what you see?" she asked a little breathlessly. "I love what I see," I replied. "What guy wouldn't want to see the hottest chick in the world fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit?" She laughed, continuing to move her fingers and beginning to gently move her hips. I saw a couple drops of wetness bubble out of her hot slit and drip down the inside of her thigh towards her ass. I wanted so bad to stick my head in between those amazing thighs and lick every drop of wetness up, but I refrained, captivated by her performance. The pace of her rubbing and fingering continued to increase, as did the movement of her hips and her breathing. "I want to see my baby cum," I told her. "Cum for me." "Oh yes, you'll see you're baby cum. Don't worry about that," she said. Faster and faster she rubbed and fingered, her naked ass smacking off the wooden table as she bucked her hips. "Oh God, yes! Yes! Make me cum! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she nearly screamed, grabbing the side of the table for support. After cumming, she stood on shaky legs, and turned around to sit on my lap. If the evening had ended right there, I would've been an extremely happy man. Not many other guys could say that for their birthday they were treated to their own personal lingerie show, complete with lap dance, an out of this world blowjob, and a chance to sit and watch an extremely hot chick get herself off. And it didn't cost a thing. However, my little vixen had one more surprise up her sleeve. We sat cuddled up on the couch for another 45 minutes or so, just enjoying being close and talking. Finally she said it was time for bed, so we shut the TV off and headed upstairs. I climbed into bed first and waited for her. Instead of going to her side of the bed, she came over to mine, standing there completely naked. She climbed in and straddled me, looking deep into my eyes. "There's one more part of your birthday present," she said. "Can you guess what it is?" "No, tell me," I said. "Well, I know how much you love it when I ride your cock. And that's exactly what I'm going to do," she informed me. As she said this, she slipped the head of my cock into the opening of her still drenched pussy. She lowered herself down on my cock, letting it slide up inside her all the way to my balls. Then, thanks to her amazing sexual skills and muscular thighs, she began to do my favorite thing of all times. She raises herself so that just the tip of my cock is in her pussy, slowly lowers herself till I am all the way inside, tightens the muscles that make the pussy contract, and slides back up to the tip where she releases the muscles, slides back down, and starts again. When she gets her rhythm going it's absolutely amazing. The combination of that friction, pussy juice dripping down my balls, and the visual of watching her bounce up and down on my cock, her tits and long hair keeping perfect time, is just too much. "Oh yes, ride my cock girly! You are sooo good!" I exclaimed, reaching up to grab her boobs. "Oh God, yes! Tighten that little cunt around my cock!" "You want it like this?" she asked, tightening those love muscles and sliding up my cock. "Yes, yes, just like that! My God woman, you're amazing!" I said. "I'll keep doing it, but I want one thing from you," she replied, never breaking her rhythm. "What is it? I'll do anything," I answered. "I want you to shoot every drop of your hot sticky cum inside my tight cunt," she requested. "You know I will girly," I reassured her. "Keep riding me! Fuck my cock you gorgeous little slut! I wanna fill that amazing twat of yours with cum." She rode me for another couple minutes, bouncing up and down, gently squeezing and moaning. I thrust my hips up to meet her pussy as it was coming down, slamming my cock deep inside her, and shot my cum. She collapsed on top of me and we lay panting on the bed. "Happy birthday baby," she whispered. "Thanks girly,. That was the best birthday I've ever had," I assured her. My Birthday Surprise "Man, that was one hell of a party," you think to yourself as you approach your front door. You've just arrived back from the party your neighbor Andy threw for your 21st birthday. It was a great night, music, dancing, babes...oh man, babes. But unlucky for you, your normal groove with the ladies got you all of about nowhere with any of them, regardless of birthday status. With a sigh you struggle with your keys and unlock the front door. You walk in to the sight of two gorgeous girls sitting on a couch in front of you. One has shoulder-length blonde hair that envelopes her head like a golden halo, with piercing green eyes, wearing black eyeliner that makes them pop even more than they already do. The other has wavy jet-black hair that frames a beautiful face from which steel grey eyes peer back at you. Both are wearing silvery panties, fishnet stockings, and bright red lip stick that accentuates their wide, puffy, cock-sucking lips. The blonde has a black latex corset with matching stiletto heels, and the brunette has a blue silk corset with clear platform heels, both showing an enormous amount of cleavage. They're so dressed up and beautiful that you for a moment your brain doesn't even work. You just stand there, slack jawed, at the two babes sitting on your couch. All of a sudden, it hits you: Who are these people, and how the hell did they get in your house. "Hello there," the brunette says to your stunned face, "I'm Nicole, and this is my friend, Jessica." "Hi," the blonde says with a smile, waving her hand through her long golden hair. "Uh...David..." you say hurriedly, and obviously flustered. "Why, uh...why are you here?" "Oh, Andy didn't tell you? We're the second part of your birthday party." Nicole says, a smile emerging on her lips. "It'll be a great party, won't it?" Jessica continues. "Just the three of us, alone, but together..." She begins to press up against Jessica and stroke her hair. "That won't be so bad will it?" "Well, what were you thinking about doing at this great "party"?" Jessica begins to sink lower in the couch. She brings up her hand and begins rubbing the front of her panties. "Well, we are just so horny, and we were hoping that you could help us out with that." Nicole turns and hugs Jessica from the side, moving her hands up and down her corset. "Don't you think that my friend Jessica is sexy? Well, I'll tell you a secret: she's sexy, and wet." "Ooooo, I am wet," Jessica continues. She stops rubbing her panties for a moment and hooks a finger around the edge. "Do you want to see my pussy? See how wet and hot it is for you?" She slides her finger aside, and reveals a tight, wet cunt that is dripping at the edges from arousal. "Oh, isn't she just a slut? Jessica just loves getting fucked...and so do I." Nicole says. "I love a big hard cock, filling up my slippery, tight pussy. It makes me feel hot...and wet...and sticky." Jessica slips out of her panties and her bare pussy is exposed, a gleaming with arousal. "Will you fill my cunt with your big cock David? Please? Oh, I need a cock inside of me so bad." She begins to slide a single finger in and out of her pussy, and it makes a slopping sound every time the finger comes out. "Ooooo, please let that be your big cock..." "See how horny this little slut is?" Nicole whispers as she reaches for the zipper at the top of Jessica's corset. Pulling down, she opens the top of the corset and Jessica's D-cup tits spill out. "Does it turn you on, knowing how much she needs a cock, your cock?" she continues as she begins to knead Jessica's boobs. Jessica moans from the stimulation both in her pussy and from Nicole now sucking on her big titties. "Oh yeah...oh...oh...suck on my tits...yes...oh I'm so fucking horny!" "Mmmm, you like her big titties David?" Nicole asks, pulling away from Jessica. "How about mine?" She pulls down her own zipper and massages her own tits. "You see, I'm horny too, and I love big cock just as much as our little slut Jessica. You want to see?" With that she yanks down her panties as well, and reveals her pussy. "I'm so wet for you...oooo I'm a whore too," she says as she rubs her clit. Jessica leans over plants a kiss on Nicole's lips. They continue passionately for some time, sucking on each other's lips and tongues. Finally Jessica breaks free and says, "I can't wait to watch you fuck Nicole and me" "Oh, and I can't wait for you to fuck me either...mmmm...fuck my tight little pussy." Nicole replies. "Then I want you to fuck her pussy so hard, have her cum everywhere. Ohhhh, I can't take it anymore!" Nicole gets off the couch and crawls, cat-like toward you. Jessica quickly follows, both of them advancing slowly but surely, hips waving side to side, asses high in the air, tits almost touching the floor, hair cascading down around their heads. They reach you and begin to feel your crotch through your jeans. "Mmmm, it looks like you're just as excited as us David" Nicole says as she unbuttons your pants. "Oh, I want that cock right now." They get your pants down, and your cock springs free, smacking Jessica in the face. "Ohhh, yesssss" she moans. "Give me that cock, it looks so good." She reaches forward and grabs your cock with one hand, and brushes away her golden hair with the other. She begins stroking up and down, while Nicole looks on hungrily. Jessica takes her tongue and places the tip of it on your head, circling it around and around. Her plump cock-sucker lips quickly follow, as she takes your cock in and out of her warm mouth. At the same time, Nicole, not to be left out, goes below and begins sucking at your balls, lapping at them with her tongue, and taking them one at a time into her mouth. Jessica continues to suck on your cock, her hand moving more rapidly back and forth, and her mouth sucking on your head, moving along your shaft, her tongue following right along, licking, dabbing, and flicking in and out. "Do you like having two girls suck on your cock?" Nicole asks rhetorically. The girls soon switch off, with Nicole sucking at your rod, and Jessica underneath. However, she is clearly getting distracted by Nicole's fingering with her off hand while she sucks. "Why don't you take care of that for her?" you order Jessica. Eagerly, she moves underneath Nicole and begins to eat her pussy, licking up and down, sucking on her clit, and tongue fucking her. "Do like having a girl suck your slutty pussy, Nicole?" "Oh, so much," she says as rubbing your cock back and forth. "Shut up, and keep sucking, Slut." Nicole gladly does as she is told. "I love the way your cock tastes, David." "Get up here, Slut." you say to Jessica. "Both of you blow me at once." Both girls excitedly lap at and lick your cock head at the same time. Nicole then begins to slide back and forth along the side of your shaft, and Jessica sucks on your head. "Do you want to fuck us, David?" Jessica says. "Because we're ready to be fucked." You grunt and pull away from the girls who then kneel, awaiting your orders. "Nicole, get on your hands and knees on the couch." you say, forcefully. Nicole does as you ask. "Are you gonna fuck me? Please fuck me. I need your cock so bad..." she whines looking back at you. You position your cock in front of her tight pussy, and ram it in. "Oh YES!" Nicole screams as you penetrate her cunt. "Oh that feels so good! You like that? I LOVE it!" "Mmmm, yeah you like fucking that little slut?" Jessica asks, leaning over Nicole's ass to watch your cock slide in and out of her wet pussy. "It looks so good." You quickly pull out of Nicole's cunt, and put your dick in Jessica's open mouth, who sucks Nicole's juices off of it. "She tastes so good" Jessica remarks as you slide back inside Nicole, increasing tempo and power. "Oh yes, fuck, fuck, FUCK! FUCK ME! I'm such a dirty slut FUCK ME!" Nicole screams "Yes, fuck the nasty little bitch." Jessica counters. "FUCK...FUCK...FUCK...oh I'm CUMMING!" Nicole's pussy spasms and contracts as she orgasms, spreading her juices all over your cock, and leaking out the back. Regardless, you continue to pump in and out, enjoying every moment. Suddenly Jessica breaks away, and turns around, parallel to Nicole. "I want to get fucked now, by your big cock." she pouts. "Yeah, you want my big cock inside of you, you blonde bimbo?" you ask, still ramming into Nicole's quivering pussy. "Ooooo, yesssss. Give it to me. Give me all of your big hard cock." You pull out of Nicole, who then gets in the same position as Jessica before her. You slide into Jessica's sopping cunt. "Oh, stick that cock inside of me. Oh, yeah, FUCK! I'm a dirty little slut, Ram inside of me. Fuck me harder, HARDER! Oh I love it so much inside my tight pussy." You can clearly see that Jessica is going to cum a lot faster than Nicole did, and as such, seek to prologue it. You order Nicole to sit on top of Jessica's ass, and suddenly you have two pussies in front of you, rather than one. Pulling out of Jessica, right before she cums, you slide into Nicole instead, who loudly shouts, "Yes! Fuck me! Oh, I love it so much." "Yeah, fuck her, fuck that little whore. I want to feel you fuck her on top of me, slamming onto my ass." Both girls continue to moan as you push in and out of Nicole's pussy. Suddenly, you pull of out Nicole, and enter Jessica. "Yes! Now FUCK ME! YES YES YES!" "Oh fuck her, I love watching her get fucked" Again, you're ramming in and out of another pussy. You continue to do this, out of Jessica's cunt, into Nicole's, out of Nicole's into Jessica's. Soon both girls become moaning, quivering blobs, unaware of who's being fucked, or why, only that their pussy's tingle and burn with the fury of 1000 unreached orgasms. In and out, in and out, and the girls just continue to moan. Suddenly, Jessica is nearly ripped apart with the fury of her orgasmic bliss finally arriving. She bucks back and forth in pleasure, loving each second of the greatest orgasm of her life. Quickly you pull out and lo and behold, Nicole has a nearly identical reaction, rocked to the core orgasming, falling off of Jessica in the process. The sight of this beautiful girls climaxing at once brings you to your first orgasm as well and you grab both girls in front of you. You bring their faces right up to your cock just as you explode, releasing gush after gush of pearly white cum all over the girls faces, mouths, hair, and tits. Jessica's blonde hair becomes laced with milky white highlights and waterfalls of cum cascade over her titties. Nicole's face is plastered in place by your jism, and her mouth is full of it. Clearly happy, Nicole goes to kiss Jessica, swallowing some of the cum, and sharing the rest of it with Jessica. Jessica in turn licks the cum off of Nicole's face, and Nicole does the same with the jizz all over Jessica's tit's and corset. They look up at you, and smile. You all know the night has only just begun. My Birthday Surprise It was my 18th birthday when Daddy gave me the most wonderful gift I could ever ask for. I remember it was late one night, and only he and I were home. I remember Marcus, my older brother going out for the evening, leaving me and Daddy home, watching movies all night long. I had gotten into my nightie and my knee high socks before cuddling on the sofa, slowly nibbling on popcorn. Daddy had said he was going to be a little bit before he'd start watching them with me so I decided to start watching my favorite movie. I didn't notice that he had crept up behind me, intently staring down my shirt, my bare breasts tight from the cool air that I could feel. Then I felt him put his hands on the back of the couch and I whirled around, grinning ear to ear, the popcorn falling out of my mouth and I giggled. "Daddy!" I giggled loudly, staring up at him. Ever since I was younger, I had noticed how handsome Daddy was. As I got older, I noticed that whenever I thought about him, in between my legs, where my womanly parts are, would ache and leak with moisture. Tonight was no exception to that! "Oh! You've already put in the movie. You naughty girl!" he chuckled and for a moment, I noticed his face become different. I giggled and he moved to sit down, grabbing a handful of popcorn on his way down. "That's mine!" I laughed, playfully swatting his arm. He smirked and popped a piece at a time into his mouth. "What are ya going to do if I take more?" his eyebrow curved upwards a bit, his dark brown eyes dancing with a strange fire to them. I softly licked my lips, a habit I always did when I was thinking hard. I tapped my finger against my lips for a couple minutes before shrugging my shoulders. "Not sure yet," I chuckled, blushing a bit. He chuckled to and pulled out a plain DVD case. I raised my eyebrow and he handed me the disk without waiting for me to ask what it was. "Put it in," his voice suddenly sounded strangely gruff but I nodded, pulling at Wall E and slipped in the blank looking disk. I moved back to the couch, suddenly more aware of my shirt and the fact that it barely covered my panty line. "What is it?" I asked, pushing my dark brown hair over my shoulder. "You'll find out," he gruffly replied, glancing sideways at me. I nodded, curious even more now about what the movie was. The screen quickly popped up while I was looking down and by time I even looked up to see what it was, Daddy pressed play. "Since you're finally 18, I think I should tell you a couple things," he said, shifting until he faced me. I nodded, licking my lips a bit, wondering what he was going to tell me. He took a deep breath and I noticed his shirt was halfway unbuttoned and I slightly blushed. "Ever since your mother left, I always knew that I didn't have to hide my thoughts about you any longer." He said, his voice startling me back into my mind. He took another breath before continuing. "I've always thought you were the most beautiful person I've ever seen! And tonight," he paused, I assume gauging my reaction since I was sitting still. I heard the movie slip into opening credits but I kept my eyes on Daddy. "It's naughty for me to feel this way for my own daughter, but sometimes, you can't help it." he said softly, gazing softly towards me. I nodded, licking my lips again and then let out a soft breath of air. "Ok," I said softly, unsure what to really say. He nodded, suddenly seeming curt towards me. "I got you a porno, I hope you do enjoy it though." he said softly, glancing sideways at me again. I nodded, raising an eyebrow. I had only seen one porno in my short life and I wasn't interested in it because I kept thinking about Daddy the whole time. The movie clicked past the opening clips and he motioned for me to sit back and watch. About ten minutes into watching these girls sucking off this guy's prick, I felt wet and achy between my legs. I peaked sideways to look at Daddy when I noticed his pants were undone and his prick bulging in his boxers. "Oooh." I said softly, blushing and feeling myself soak through onto the couch. It suddenly made me glad that I was wearing a thong because it rubbing against my clit made me that more excited. His head jerked up, his hand frozen halfway to his crotch. "You.. You like?" he asked softly, his face heating up as well. "Yes Daddy," I said quietly, "I've always thought you were handsome and beautiful. And a couple years ago I started thinking more and more about you!" I licked my lips, shifting slightly to rub my fabric over my sensitive clit. His eyes lit up as he finally noticed my reaction and he shifted until he towered over me. I gulped softly, still licking my lips. "Would you like to do something else?" he asked, his voice low and husky. I nodded slowly, my breath coming out a bit faster. He smirked and leaned in closer, his lips barely touching mine. I shook my head for a moment before sitting up, crushing my lips to Daddy's. He moaned, closing his eyes and I did the same, enjoying and loving his taste. His taste reminded me of oranges and something yummy but I didn't dwell on the thought long. I sighed into his mouth, reaching up to grasp his hair tightly between my fingers. "Goddess, I need you so badly," he ground out between his clenched teeth and I spread my legs wide open for Daddy. I laid back, watching him stare intently at my flushed and aroused body. He let out a soft moan and slid several fingers down to my bare cunt. I whimpered, silently begging for him to touch me there and I felt myself leak juices even more. "Goddess baby, I want to watch you play with yourself," he hissed out softly and I nodded, my head still lolled back on my shoulders. I reached down with my long, slender fingers and hooked my fingers around the waistband of my thong before yanking them down and off of my sexy body. I shivered as cool air reached my damp lips and he moaned softly and I glanced up, a blush coloring my otherwise pale cheeks. "Oh, so beautiful," he groaned out, leaning down, taking a deep breath and my own aroma hit my nose. I heard him murmur something so I knew he enjoyed the scent and he glanced up to me again. "Scoot down, lie on your back." he commanded, grasping the back of my thighs and yanking me down before I could obey his command. He put his face back down into my crotch and I shivered violently and suddenly when I felt his hot, wet tongue licking gently at my opening. "Oooh..." I let out past my lips, panting softly. He moaned into my nether lips, the vibrations jolting into my core, making me gasp loudly in pleasure. My hips bounced up into Daddy's face, his tongue going deep into my damp pussy. I threaded my fingers in his hair, slowly pulling him closer. I felt the nip of his teeth on my sensitive clit and I screamed out in extreme pleasure, suddenly cumming with such force. Suddenly he raised up above me, staring down into my eyes. His face looked like it was caught between pleasure and pain and I felt the poking tip of his dick at my entrance. Then he lowered his lips to mine, slowly and passionately kissing me. I moaned into his lips, parting mine slightly and his tongue swept into my mouth, slowly teasing my own tongue. I nipped at his lips and he pulled back. "Are you sure you want to?" he asked, his voice crackling and I nodded, for once sure about something in my life. He nodded and his free hand slid up under my shirt, touching my bare breast and nipple. I gasped at how hot his fingers were, raising my chest a little more in order to have him squeeze a bit harder. "Are... Are you a virgin?" he asked, his eyes glancing over my luscious body and I nodded slowly. "Oh wow... well, then that means I must give my baby girl the best fucking of her life!" he chuckled and grasped both of my legs, widening me even more. "Ooh.. please, be gentle," I said softly, squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation to the pain. He grunted and roughly dug his fingers into my thighs. "Look at me while I take your virginity," he commanded, his voice low and husky with desire. "Yes Daddy," I said softly, my eyes flying open. Then I glanced down, noticing his size for the first time. I gasped and tried to sit up on my elbows. "It's.. It's too big! You won't fit inside of me!" I felt panic claw at my throat and he chuckled. "Oh yes it is baby girl. This big dick will fit completely inside of you!" he said, his fingers burning on the back of my thighs and I trembled in fear and yet, desire. "Now, be a good girl and lie back down," he commanded me again and I nodded, my heart still pounding in my chest and my hands also shook. Slowly his tip pushed into my lips, causing me to groan out in pleasure and pain, the slickness from my core making it easy for him. "Ooh.. Baby girl, I'm gonna fuck you so good!" he ground out, suddenly shoving deep inside my wet pussy. I screamed out in sudden pain, arching my back and sending him completely inside of me. "Oh my god! You're so big!" I screamed out, my eyes still tightly shut and he chuckled, dropping his mouth to my neck and bit me. I groaned, the pain finally ebbing into pleasure from both the bite and him inside of me. "Oh yes baby girl, take all of your Daddy's dick." he said, slowly thrusting in and out of my wet pussy. I groaned, feeling his prick stretch me so far and I whimpered. "You were a virgin," he mumbled softly, gazing down into my eyes. I nodded shyly, wondering what he thought about me saving myself. "I saved myself for you Daddy," I whispered softly, feeling a soft blush heat my face. He grinned and leaned down, gently kissing me. I moaned into his mouth, knowing this was how a man should taste; all male with a hint of an exotic flavor I could not name. "Goddess baby, you're going to milk me already!" he groaned, straining a bit and I realized I was tightening around him without really noticing it. I moaned softly and he thrust faster and harder into my little body. "I'm gonna cum inside you baby!" He grunted, his thrusts rougher and his fingers wrapped around my thighs, bruising them. I lifted my hips ever so slightly and I felt a warm gush and his loud shout of pleasure. I bit my lip as I exploded as well, feeling lightheaded and dizzy from the extreme rush of pleasure. "Ooh baby, Daddy just came in your pussy." Daddy smirked down at me and I grinned ear to ear. "Perfect," I licked my lips. My Birthday Surprise "Happy Birthday Abbie!!" I don't know what caught me more by surprise, the enthusiastic shouting or the lights in the kitchen suddenly turning on. Either way, that surprise was quickly replaced by the biggest smile I could muster. Crowded in my family's small kitchen were all my favorite relatives, here to wish me a happy 18th birthday. "Oh my goodness!" I yelped, completely unaware of this surprise party. "I don't know what to say!" "Don't say anything!" my grandma Jody said, as she ushered me into the kitchen. "Just let us do the talking, while you blow out your candles." Sure enough, there on the table was a huge cake with 18 wax candles waiting to made a wish upon. Behind me mom and dad both grinned from ear to ear. We had just gotten back from a fancy restaurant downtown, each of us dressed up for the exclusive dining. I was dressed in a navy blue, low cut formal dress and heels to match the color of the dress. With my perfect outfit and all this attention, I felt like royalty. Happily and confidently, I walked into the kitchen, sat down at the table, and watched as my grandpa lit each candle one at a time. As he finished, my entire family started to sing. "Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear Abigail! Happy Birthday to you!" The next five hours passed by as quick as they came. I was showered with far too many gifts that I knew to do with, my family was pleasant company, and my parents even allowed me to drink a little bit of wine. For only just turning 18, I felt older already. But the party had to be over eventually, my relatives all had left by midnight, and I was ready for bed. I was brushing my teeth, thinking about all the fun I had today. My adorable dress was gone, replaced by a simple white top and blue pajama pants. As much as I loved my brand new heels, my bare feet welcomed the cold touch of the bathroom floor. My mom and I had gotten pedicures today, so my toes were painted a cute light blue color to compliment the day's outfit. I rinsed my mouth and spit, then took a second to look at myself in the mirror. One of the reason's my dinner outfit was blue was because it matches the color of my eyes. My blonde locks, which had breezed down my narrow shoulder all day, were now tied back in simpled ponytail. My petit demeanor didn't exactly scream grown woman, but I certainly felt the excitement and confidence that comes from reaching such a critical age. Feeling silly, I blew my reflection a birthday kiss before walking out the of bathroom and to my bedroom. Gift bags, boxes and birthday cards littered the floor of my room. I knew in the morning I'd be forced to clean them up immediately, but sleep was calling my name. It was curious how tired, yet excited I was at the same time. As I crawled into bed, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I said, as I pulled the covers over myself.. As expected, my dad open the door and came in, still smiling from earlier. "So honey, can your mother and I pull a surprise party or what?" he asked, as he carefully walked over all the stuff on the floor, then taking a seat at the end of my bed. I returned with a smile. "Yes daddy, I guess you did ok!" I joked. "But I should have seen it coming when you told me not to get dessert at the restaurant." Dad shook his head. "We were worried about that part. I know their french silk pie is too much for you to pass up on," he said. "It all worked out fine though?" "Yes daddy, it was amazing," I replied sincerely. "Thank you so much for today." I opened my arms, and he came in for one of his signature bear hugs. "Love you sweetheart." "Love you too!" I told him, as we uncoupled. Dad turned the light off as he walked out. With the darkness finally came a real urge for sleep. Before long, I could feel myself nodding off, and with my last thoughts being on my seemingly perfect day, I went to sleep. An unknown time later, my peace and quiet was interrupted by a small, yet intrusive noise. While I almost immediately woke up, my body froze in fear. I was slightly curled to the left side of my bed, most of my body encased in the soft embrace of my sheets. Everything, except my bare feet, and there was something close to them. I could feel warm, heavy breathing on my naked soles, followed by barely audible inhaling. My first fear was a burglar in my room to steal my brand new gifts. That began to make less and less sense, as whoever it was remained stationary at the foot of my bed. It wasn't pitch black dark in the room, so I cautiously opened one eye as slightly as possible. Sure enough, I could make out the shape of a man exactly where I thought him to be. What I couldn't figure out was why the intruder merely sat there. As if to answer my question, I heard the unmistakable sound of sniffing coming from the man. "What is this person smelling?" I wondered to myself. Though I felt less in danger now, my body remained still as a statue. Whoever this was didn't appear interested in my presents. I felt something bump the arch of my right foot, and if it weren't for my body being paralyzed I would have jumped at the touch otherwise. Touching my feet usually will prompt a good kick from me. Then it hit me, that's exactly what this person was sniffing at; my feet. During my junior year in high school a guy was caught sniffing shoes in the girl's locker room. Everyone talked about how this guy had a foot fetish, a sexual desire for feet. The idea struck me as strange, but I never really judged it. What struck me as gross was the fact I didn't shower tonight, so my feet didn't probably smell very clean. Then again, I thought the smell could be part of it. I felt another bump on my foot, and realized it was a nose. At this point, I was more grossed out then scared. Something had to be done about this guy. I debated calling out for my dad, who was down the hallway and would certainly come straight away. However, I knew this would give the intruder a chance to get away or attack me. What I needed to do was distract him, run out of my room, and get to my parents room before this man could recover. A plan formulated in my mind. I mentally prepared myself for this huge gamble. When I felt the nose hit my foot again I kicked out as hard as I could, scoring a direct hit. What came next though threw me off: a familiar yelp. "Daddy?" I picked up my phone on the nighstand next to my bed and shined the light at the man. Sure enough, it was my own dad. Our matching blonde hair gleamed in the light, his face twisted in pain. "What on Earth are yo'-" "Ok sweetheart, you got me, now please be quiet," he said to me. "I think you might have broken it." Although I was a bit confused, I didn't hesitate to grab some tissues on the nightstand and passed them to him. "Daddy, what are you doing in here? Are you smelling my feet?" Dad didn't speak right away. He was bleeding from one nostril by the look of it, though I questioned if it was really broken.There was a mixture of pain and embarrassment on his face it seemed, but I couldn't really tell in the dark even with my cell phone light. I got up to turn my room's light on, only for my dad to gently grab my arm. ""Please don't turn the lights on sweetheart," he pleaded in a hushed voice. "I don't want your mother to know I'm up. Please, sit down." "Can I at least turn on the lamp?" I asked. "Sure, you can turn on the lamp," he said, and let go of me. I turned on the small lamp, once again on my nightstand, and could finally see my dad's face well enough. There was a little blood on the tissues in his hand, but he'd be ok I decided. That was good, because I had some questions. "What were you doing daddy?" I asked him again. "I felt something touch my foot and I can hear you sniffing." With a huge sigh, my father looked me in the eye. I had never seen him look so embarrassed or anxious in his life. A man in his early 40's, he worked as a lawyer for a very successful firm, allowing him to provide a comfortable life for his wife, only child and himself. Anyone who knew him was aware that the man didn't show nervousness, from the courtroom to the hospital room when I was born. Yet, here he was, sweating profusely and tight lipped. After a brief moment of silence, he finally spoke. "I'm sorry Abbie, I did something very wrong," he said, his voice shaky. "I guess I need to come clean about something first; I like feet." I raised an eyebrow. "I think that's a bit obvious daddy." His face somehow managed to turn an even darker shade of red. "Abbie, I've had this problem since I was younger than you are. I'd go crazy for a girl with pretty feet back in high school and college. That's one of the things I loved about your mom, although I kept it to myself." "So mom doesn't know?" I asked, a bit interested in this new development. "Oh no honey, your mother wouldn't be up for something like that," he laughed nervously. "But I love her, so I let this go for so long. It wasn't until recently that I started thinking about it again. When you started growing older." Now it was my face glowing bright red. What he was saying made no sense. I was his daughter after all. Yet, here he was, caught red handed smelling my feet. "Abbie honey, I'm sorry that I did this to you," my dad continued. "I scared you and put you in an awkward situation." Weird as this was, I loved my dad. "It's alright daddy. I'm sorry I hurt you, but I thought someone broke in," I said. "But I just don't understand why you would like my feet." "You have beautiful feet honey," he said, looking towards my feet. "Your toes are so perfectly lined up, and they always look so soft after a pedicure. That color suits you" I couldn't help but smile at his compliment. "Well, I do like having them looking nice," I admitted. "They are kinda cute aren't they?" "Of course honey," as he comfortably rubbed the ball of my left foot. "Would you be ok if daddy gave them a kiss?" "Sure daddy, just for you," I answered with a giggle. Dad gently brought my left leg up, as I glided back into a comfortable laying position. He tugged back my pajama pants and up my leg. My size 6.5 feet were sweaty from his hot breath, but that didn't stop him from planting several innocent little kisses on them. He brought up my right foot, kissing them several times as well. Then delivered a series of rapid fire kisses on both my teenage feet squished together. "Oh honey, you're feet are so beautiful!" my dad said excitedly. "I've wanted to do something like this for years now!" Without waiting for a reply, he resumed kissing my soles and toes. His fuzzy facial hair began to tickle my soft, sensitive feet, and I tried to restrain my giggling. In all honesty, I loved having my feet tickled. There was just something about the feeling that I loved. Even as an only child, situations like that rarely presented themselves. "Careful daddy, you'll make me wake up mom," I playfully scolded him. "You know my feet are ticklish." My dad stopped, giving me one of his warm smiles. "Sorry honey, I got carried away a bit there." To my disappointment, he put down my feet gently on the bed. "Daddy, I feel really bad about your nose," I told him apologetically. "No, I should be the only one sorry," he said. "Doing something like that to my daughter isn't right, and not only that, it scared you. Now get some sleep honey." He got up and headed for the door. I wasn't done though. "Please, I don't want you to go yet." Dad's hand was on the doorknob when he stopped. "Would you like to smell my feet some more?" I asked. Dad turned around. "Abbie, if you're saying this because you feel guilty, please don't," he said in a serious tone. "I'm your father, and I should act like it." "But daddy, that''s why I'm ok with this," I explained. "I'm curious now, and I really don't want to go to anyone else about it." The look on his face turned to concern, and he deliberated. I waited anxiously for an answer. For as long as I can remember, I've always been a daddy's girl. Though my mom and I enjoyed a great relationship, my dad and I went deeper. He knew that right thing to say, yet was tough when I needed it. The idea of having my feet smelled seem relatively less weird, knowing it was my dad doing it. Just as I began wondering if I had reservations about this, I got my answer. "Ok honey, but this needs to be our little secret. ok?" I put on my biggest, cheerfullest smile. "Your secret is safe with me daddy." He got back on the bed. This time, I put my feet up for him. "Go ahead daddy, smell my feet as long as you want." Slowly but surely, he brought his face to my soles, followed once again by the sound of heavy sniffing. Evidently, his nose was working just fine again. For about a minute, I just watched him, not saying a word. He seemed intoxicated by my natural scent. It was amusing, but I took my phone out and started scrolling through my Facebook. Dad paid it no mind, just continued sniffing my sweaty, warm skin. My timeline was full of birthday wishes, more than a hundred of them. "Well, I did say as long as he likes," I thought to myself. I started replying to each message personally, as opposed to just liking them or posting a thank you status. It seemed more polite to me. I got into Facebook as deeply as my father was into my feet. A good ten minutes passed before I put my phone down. My father had my legs in his hands now, as my muscles started to fail me. He had smelled every little wrinkle and every toe at this point. "How do they smell daddy?" I asked curiously."Are they the best feet you've ever smelled before?" "They smell terrific honey!" he exclaimed quietly. "Well, they are my little girl's feet, so of course they're the best." His compliment made me giggle. "I'm glad you like them. What do they smell like?" He thought it over for a second. "They smell like cheesy popcorn, with a hint of vinegar." "Oh wow," I said, not sure that I wanted my feet smelling like popcorn. "Do you think they taste anything like that?" "If it's ok with you honey, I'd like to find out," he asked, a bit meekly. "You want to taste my feet daddy?!" I almost yelled. As one could imagine, I was caught a bit by surprise. "Sure, but please don't tickle me too much." With the go ahead, my dad didn't hesitate. He brought his tongue out and gave both soles of my feet prolonged, sloppy, vertical licks. The instant he did that, I wanted to jerk my feet away because of the ticklish feeling, but I restrained myself. It felt very strange, having a tongue on my feet. However, it also felt kinda cool too. My dad appeared to be walking on cloud nine. His eyes were closed, savoring the flavor he just compared to popcorn. Each lick spanned from the ball of the foot to just beneath my small, scrunched toes. "Do they taste as good as they smell?" I asked him. He paused for a second and smiled at me. "No, they taste even better." For whatever reason, that comment made me laugh. "Would you prefer them sauteed or maybe with some salt?" I joked with him. "Nope, I think they are done just right," my dad replied. "But I do think they are a bit salty." His onslaught on my soles then continued, this time with him licking more vertically to get all the wrinkles. By now, I was used to the feeling, and not as tickled by this. Instead, I a warm feeling creeped over me. The same feeling I got when I kissed a boy, or during a hot sex scene in a movie. I was happily a virgin, which was fine in my book. Yet, I was enjoying this arousing sensation of my dad's tongue on my feet. There was simply nothing quite like it. Both soles were wet at that point, and that's most likely why my dad moved on from them a few minutes later. His next move was my toes, which he must have purposely left alone until that point. Like his licking, he didn't waste any time with being slow and deliberate. In fact, his move was stuffing both my big toes into his mouth and sucking on them. Seeing him do that turned the heat up a little, and I felt a tingling between my legs, not to mention on my toes. "Wow daddy, that feels good," I said breathlessly. Now I was on the same plane as my dad was. His mouth wrapped around each toe, making the navy blue color nals disappear into his warm lips. When they would reappear, they'd be gleam from saliva, giving them a clean, polished look. The toe sucking felt relieving, as if it were a massage, his tongue acting as a careful hand caressing my soft skin. He treated each toe the same, sucking on them like sweet candy. I wanted a taste too. "Here daddy, let me try," as I brought in my left foot. I was very flexible, so bringing my foot to my mouth was no problem, and neither was taking my three middle toes into my mouth. I could immediately taste a little of my dad's own saliva, but more importantly the salty, sweaty taste on my skin. Soon, I realized that it wasn't about the flavor, it was the act that made it so hot. Sucking on my toes like little pacifiers stimulated me, and I felt hotter still. I enjoyed the soft skin on tongue, and how it sent shocks all over my body, bringing teenage hormones into a state I'd never reached before. Both my dad and I had my feet done in mere minutes after starting. The fun was seemingly over, and yet I was still not satisfied. Neither was my father, and I could tell right off the bat he wanted something more. "I see why you enjoy this," I said. "It feels strange, but I want more daddy." My dad looked at me, a touch of concern returned to his eyes. "Honey, I don't think we should go any further. I enjoyed it, but you're my daughter." It was then I noticed that he was bulging out his tight dress pants. "Daddy! Are you hard from sucking on my toes?!" I exclaimed loudly. "Shhhh! Be quiet Abbie!" he insisted quietly but forcefully. "You'll wake your mother up!" I obeyed, but I started to giggle uncontrollably. "Oh daddy, you're getting a boner from your own little girl's feet?" His face went from red to almost purple. "Honey, I think we should stop now," he said. "This is starting to get out of hand." Still giggling for whatever reason, I tried to get ahold of myself. Not wanting the fun to end, I swiftly pushed my left foot into his crotch and rubbed it. My dad gasped, but didn't resist and I stroked his cock through his pants. I immediately knew that this was what he wanted. "Do you like that daddy?" I purred. "Do you like feeling my soft feet teasing your big cock?" In all honesty, I was rather surprised by my own actions and tone. All of a sudden, I was sounding dirty and felt aroused. My dad was even more surprised. But he didn't pull away. I brought up my other foot up to caress his bulging hard on. "You can take it out for me daddy," I said. "I know you want to." He unzipped his pants and pull them down. My widen as I gazed at my father's cock, which was far bigger than I guessed. I had seen penises before, including my ex boyfriends. He was tiny compared to my dad, and I was glad I didn't agree to having sex with him now knowing how insignificant that loser was. I wrapped my soles around the warm flesh and began jerking him off with my strong legs. I had only turned 18 hours ago, and yet here I was arousing a man with my luscious bare feet. My own father too. He didn't resist anymore, like he was under some kind of spell. Pre-cum oozed onto my toes as I played with the head of his cock with them. "Abbie, I'm going to cum," he said quietly. "Do it daddy," I replied. "Cum all over your little girl's feet." My dad took his cock in his right hand and began jerking. I hovered my feet beneath, waiting for him to shoot his load over them. Sure enough, he only took about 15 seconds and several stream of hot, juicy cum dropped my for feet and legs. The last drop fell, and my dad staggered back a little, apparently exhausted from this ordeal. My Birthday Surprise I've always been curious about what cum actually tasted like, so I took my right foot back to my mouth and licked the fresh cum right off. I did the same with my left foot, and I found the taste interesting. My dad put his pants back on. He didn't appear to know what to say, and just began walking out off the room. I knew I wanted to say. "Thank you for the present daddy," I said with a smile. He looked at me, and gave me a smile in return. "No, thank you honey." Gently, he closed the door and I could hear him shuffle back to his room. I laid down on my bed, tired also from this late night activity. My eyes closed once again, as I fell asleep with a smirk on my face. Despite turning 18, I was pleased to know my dad and I were going to be closer than ever.