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Reach

By: callis



My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I sit on the couch, legs tucked under me.

His arm rests against my shoulders, winding in my hair.

"Hmm, my puppy keeps squirming. Is he getting turned on?"

I blush and nod, my hands wandering towards my crotch, fumbling with the button.

"Yes, Sir."

He glances down and swats my hand. "Ah ah puppy. No touching."

I let out a low whine and squirm even more. "Please, Sir?"

A chuckle and he takes one of my hands in his own, running his thumb over my palm. "Don't think so, puppy."

Another whine and my other hand slides down anyway, desperately trying to relieve some tension.

He hums, another swat leaving my hand stinging, and pulls both of my hands into his. "I believe I said no touching, didn't I?"

I whine, low in my throat. "Y-yes Sir, you did."

"I should just describe what I was going to do you if you hadn't been a bad boy. In fact, I think I will," he murmurs, tugging me into his lap, my hands held above my head.

"Really Sir? Y-you don't have to."

He chuckles warmly, running a hand down my thigh. "Oh but I do. Nobody likes an undisciplined puppy. Especially not his Master."

A whimper escapes my mouth and I press against his hand, trying in vain to get it to slide down between my legs.

He pinches my thigh and tugs on my hair. "Tsk tsk, puppy. Just for that I'm going to start with slowly pulling off your pants, pressing my hand against your hips

"Then I'm going to slide my hand down to your soaked wet briefs."

I let out a low noise and arch my hips desperately. "Sir..."

Another warm soft chuckle. "What's a matter, puppy? Getting all wet and dripping?

"Gonna slide my hands down to your musky warm slit and trail my fingers along it, getting them all wet. Press a soft kiss to your cheek, my sweet naughty puppy, and make you beg me for more." He pauses, carding his hands through my hair. "And you would, wouldn't you, puppy?"

"I would, Sir."

He glances at me and snaps his fingers. "Well, puppy, I'm waiting."

I squirm in his lap, pressing my face against his shoulder.

"Please, Sir?"

"Mmm, please what, you filthy thing?"

"P-please Sir, f-fuck me please?" The words come out in a rush and I tremble in anticipation.

He presses a quick kiss to my lips and smiles, pulling out a bright blue dildo. "Since you asked so nicely, puppy, I figured you deserved a treat."

My ears perk up and I grin back at him. "I get a treat, Sir?"

"Mmmhmm. On your back, puppy."

I sprawl onto my back, lifting my head up to look at him. "Should I get myself warmed up, Sir?"

He hums, squirting a dollop of lube onto his fingers and gliding them across my taint. "Nope. I told you no touching yourself and that includes warming yourself up. Of course you didn't listen so really, I shouldn't be giving you a treat at all."

I let out a whimper and arch into his touch. "Mmf, Sir."

A chuckle and he strokes my thigh. "I'll just make you beg for it then. Mmm, my naughty puppy begging his Master to touch him, sprawled on his back, hips arching up desperately, little whines escaping his sweet fuckable mouth. And you know what I'd do to you, puppy?"

Another whimper escapes my mouth as I listen to him. "Y-you'd fuck me, Sir?"

He ruffles my hair, grinning. "Good boy. I'd start out slow, sliding just the tips of my fingers in-" He pauses and I can feel a cold wetness slithering up my taint. "-And I'd watch as your greedy hole clenches around them and then I'd pull them out. Slide them all the way in, pressing against your needy walls and listen to your noises as I flex inside you."

His fingers slide into my ass and I buck my hips against him, little whimpers flying out of my mouth. "Nnn, Sir, please."

He hmms, gently swatting my thigh. "Such a greedy puppy I have-" His fingers slide out in out and I let out a low keening noise. "And he's my puppy, my soft supple puppy and only his Master knows what his puppy needs." His fingers trail over my sweat-soaked skin and I whine. He smirks, straddling me and cupping my face in his hands, fingertips skimming my collar.

A quick hum and he presses his lips to mine, slipping his tongue inside and I let out a soft groan, arching up into him. "Sir Sir Sir, please."

"Mmm, what does my slut puppy want? Does he want his Master to kiss him, to bite him until he squirms? Or would he rather I fuck him, feel my hard cock pounding into his tight ass again and again until he can't take it anymore and begs me to let him come?" He growls, spreading my legs with a hand and he pushes the dildo into me and he bites at my shoulder.

"Mine mine mine," he sing-songs, punctuating each word with a nip to my skin and a tug of my collar.

"Yours yours yours," I murmur back, hands digging into his shoulders. "All yours only yours."

"Mmm, yes you are," he mutters, pulling the toy out then shoving it back in quick and then again and my toes curl and I let out a moan.

"Please, Sir, can I?"

"You wanna come, puppy? Want to coat your Master in sticky warm puppycome?"

"Oh, yes Sir, I do I do, please!"

"Hmm, you know, i don't know if I should let you come. You haven't been a very good boy today. I should just leave you like this, all whimpering and pleading and flushed and sexy." He purrs, stroking my chest and playing with my hair. "You look so good like this, puppy. All sprawled out and panting and fuckable." He ducks his head and licks a nipple, sucking it into his mouth and I yelp, arching off the couch. He rolls it around in his mouth and I groan outright, knowing I'm leaving little half-moons on his broad back and not caring.

He chuckles, pulling off and latching onto the other one and I come, tears springing to my eyes at the intensity and he glances down as a warm sticky wetness coats his hand.

A smile and he presses a soft kiss to my collar, smearing the come on my stomach, writing his name with it on my skin.

"Just couldn't take it anymore, could you puppy?"

I blush, my face heating up and I shake my head. "N-no Sir. Sorry Sir."

"No need to apologize. Puppies can't control themselves around their Masters. Especially not my puppy."

Reach For The Star



She is in the tree house. Her secret place. Not so secret really, since it can be seen easily. But she has been coming here since she was a small girl. Her daddy had built it for her when she was too small to climb the tree herself.

He had to carry her up to the door. How safe she had felt in his arms as he held her so she could reach the catch to open the door. And how safe she felt inside, knowing her daddy had built it. For her.

It was her secret place because nobody else had been inside since she made it her den. Not even her best friend Sylvie, although they had spent many an evening in each other's bedrooms talking about boys.

From about 17 years old, she had been spending nearly every evening in her secret place. Her mother was forever coming into her room without knocking. It wasn't as if she was a bad girl. In fact, her daddy always used to say she was a good little girl. "My precious little girl" he used to say. She was also his princess, angel, little diamond and lots of other nice names. Her daddy always knocked and waited for her to say to come in. But her mother never did. It was almost as if she was trying to catch her doing something.

And just after she became 18, she did. Or very nearly.

One evening, she had been sitting on her daddy's lap. This was something she had been doing since she was a little girl and she had seen no reason to stop. Her head was against his chest and he was stroking her hair, like hundreds of times before.

They were watching TV and the latest video by her favourite band was playing. The singer was so handsome.

She felt a little strange. Not unwell, just odd. "I feel a little funny, daddy. I think I'll go to bed early."

"Okay, honey" her daddy replied, kissing her nose. "I'll be up later to see if you are okay."

In bed she was suddenly aware her hand was between her thighs rubbing herself gently. It felt good but she never knew why. And since it felt good, she felt better and carried on. Sometimes she used two fingers, sometimes just one. Occasionally she would push a finger inside and she felt a little wetness. 

She continued to rub and it felt even better than when she started. She almost never heard the gentle knock on the door and her daddy's voice. "It's me, baby. Can I come in?"

In her state of arousal she could barely speak but she manages a whispered "Yes daddy, it's okay."

He padded over to her bed and reached down towards her, holding the palm of his hand gently to her forehead. "Are you okay Princess?"

"Yes daddy, I think so."

"Are you sure? You seem a little flushed. Let me check your pulse."

He lifted her arm from beneath the bedding and held her wrist. With horror she saw the stickiness on her fingers in the light.

She pushed herself up and tried to change the angle of her arm, hoping he wouldn't see.

"I'm okay, daddy, really I am."

As she moved, the bedding slid a little and she realised she hadn't put her PJs on. Her little breasts had become exposed. She never knew if she was more embarrassed about him seeing her hand or her breasts. But he was focusing on his watch and didn't seem to notice. 

She suddenly noticed her nipples had hardened. Her brain was trying to remember if that happened before her daddy came in.

Her thoughts were interrupted when he spoke again. "Well that's okay. But I think you should put your pajama jacket on. I wouldn't want my little girl catching a cold."

And with that he lifted her hand to his mouth, kissing her fingers.

All she could think was "My daddy saw my breasts. For the first time since I had any, my daddy just saw them."

She was sure her nipples hardened even more as she realised he was buttoning her jacket.

He picked up her teddy. "Here, baby, cuddle with Teddy to help keep you warm."

He kissed her goodnight.

For a minute she lay there. Thinking. He'd seen her breasts. He must have lifted her arms into the sleeves of her PJs. He will have seen her breasts move. Did he notice her nipples?

"And he kissed my fingers...like a hundred times before...but this time they were wet. From my little pussy."

This excited her so much she held onto Teddy tightly, not realising his leg was between hers.

She soon found by pushing and pulling that Teddy's leg rubbed up and down her pussy. It was glorious.

She had what she later knew to be her first orgasm.

Just after, her mother had come straight into the room.

"What's this about you not feeling well? Have you been drinking?"

"No, mother, you know I haven't."

"And what's this...you are too old for Teddy. I don't even know why you still keep him."

Her mother lifted the bear from her grasp and immediately noticed the state of the leg. She knew exactly what her daughter had been doing.

"You dirty girl. I know what you have been doing. I always knew I'd catch you one day. I'll teach you, you little slut!"

With that, she threw back the bedclothes and pushed her daughter onto her front. She began spanking her viciously. She was much too strong and held her in place as she delivered blow after blow.

Daddy had heard his little girl wailing and the slapping sounds and had rushed upstairs.

"What the hell are you doing?" He exclaimed.

"Look at this" his wife said holding out Teddy. "Your slut of a daughter has been masturbating. Rubbing her cunt against that stupid Teddy."

"And for this, you beat her?" He said, shocked. "What about you? Fucking the Gym instructor!"

His wife looked shocked.

"Yes, I've known about your affair all along. I thought you'd get over it, but I was wrong. I want you out of this house in the morning and don't you EVER lay a hand on my daughter again."

His wife stormed out and into their bedroom slamming the door.

Ho looked down at his daughter, sobbing into the pillows. He pulled her top down to cover her naked and pink bottom.

"It's okay angel. I'm not angry with you. Come to daddy."

He lifted her towards him, like when he used to hold her up to the tree house. 

She threw her arms around him. "I'm so sorry daddy," she sobbed.

"It's okay baby. You have done nothing wrong. It's your mother who has done wrong, not you."

He held her, soothing her. Kissing her head. Trying to reassure her.

"Don't you worry, precious. We'll be okay. Everything will be okay, you'll see. Daddy loves you."

"I love you too daddy."

He told her he'd go and make up the spare room.

"No daddy. This bed is big enough for two. And I need you tonight."

He thought about it before speaking. "Okay...but you'd better get your full PJs on and I'll get mine."

"Yes daddy."

In bed, after lights out, he wrapped her tightly in his arms. They fell asleep.

+ + + + +

It was Sylvie she'd spoken to about that night. Not all the details, just how she had gone to bed with those strange feelings. And what she had done.

It was Sylvie who told her about masturbation and orgasms. She was introduced to another use for the handle of her hairbrush.

When Sylvie had lost her virginity she told her all the details and of those occasions she'd had sex.

And now, Sylvie had excitedly reported on her latest lover with such enthusiasm.

"Oh he is much older than me. And he is so good" she had said. "It's like I lost my virginity all over again. You should try to give your cherry to an older man, you know. They are far more considerate."

And this was why she was in her tree house. She'd been thinking about what Sylvie had said.

She saw his car come around the corner and pull into the driveway. He got out and carried his briefcase into the house.

Ten minutes later she saw the movement through the window. She reached for her binoculars and looked through them, focusing on the motif on his light blue T Shirt.

She saw him sitting at his computer. As usual, after a couple of minutes his hand fumbled at his fly and he brought his penis into view.

The first time she had seen this, she couldn't quite make it out. Which was why, on all the occasions since, she had the binoculars with her.

She watched closely as he brought himself to full hardness. She marvelled at how the magnification made it seem like this erect penis was immediately in front of her face. Like she could reach out and touch it. Oh, how she wanted to touch it.

There had been one boy she had been interested in, but he seemed very immature. And ever since Sylvie told her about her older lover, she had lost interest. She was now watching this man regularly.

Sometimes he would use his left hand to stroke as he operated the mouse with his right. Occasionally, his right hand left the mouse and he would hold his penis stroking much faster. And then slow down but still use the same hand.

She had developed her own technique over the last few days too. She had already removed her panties and had been sitting on her large cushion. Her hand was between her legs, while the other held the binoculars. The window frame was at a good height to rest her arm.

She enjoyed her masturbatory sessions very much, but these had become particularly exciting. Sometimes she felt guilty at watching this man. But she couldn't resist it. She loved watching him wank. Especially when he ejaculated. She was fascinated at the different ways his semen came out. Sylvie had told her about this. How most of the boys she had been with had spurted and how her new lover did this sometimes when she wanked him, but that other times it was like he was overflowing. Sylvie didn't mind which it was. Whatever he produced and how, he had done it for her. 

The girl in the tree house felt similarly. The man she was watching ejaculated for her. He didn't know he was being watched. But she still felt he was doing it for her. After all, nobody else was watching him were they?

And she always came at the same time or very soon after. It was like they were sharing a moment of sexual pleasure.

This was the man she wanted to make love to. He was the one she wanted to take her virginity. She wanted to touch his penis. To have it entering her pussy.

She imagined him ejaculating inside her. And just then the man she was watching came. She found it particularly exciting knowing he did it as she imagined him inside her and she had her own shuddering climax.

Five minutes later, having put on fresh panties in her room, for the first time she wondered what it was he looked at on his computer.

"I must find out" she thought as she came down the stairs and then approached the door to the room her daddy called his office. She knocked.

"Come in Chantal" she heard him say.

She entered. He was still sitting at his computer. She saw the motif on his light blue T Shirt. The one she bought for his Birthday.

"How's my little girl today? Come and give daddy a hug, princess."

She went over and eased herself onto his lap. "Hello daddy" she said placing her arms around him.

She rested her head on his chest. She felt like a little girl again as he held her and kissed her head.

She turned slightly and looked at the screen. "What were you doing on the computer daddy, something interesting?"

She noted he went a little red.

"No baby, just something for work."

Changing the subject quickly, he asked what was for tea.

"Your favourite" she replied as she kissed him.

Then she saw the piece of paper on his desk. There were three words listed. She knew immediately that these would be his passwords. He had written them down so he wouldn't forget them

"Silly daddy" thought Chantal.

She walked over to the window and looked out. She knew the tree house was the only place with a clear view into this room. Because of the screen placed there. He never knew she had positioned it to allow her to see him.

Maybe, now, she could find out what her daddy looked at. See what made him want to masturbate when she watched him. 

+ + + + +

My mind was in turmoil, driving to work. I had a lot to think about.

This morning I was just using my computer to check something on the Internet before leaving and I noticed it had been used yesterday. 

But I had not accessed the net since Saturday. I had not even used my computer.

There was only one explanation. It had to be Chantal. 

But why? What was she looking for and why hadn't she used her own computer? How did she know my passwords?

Dammit! She must have found the note of them that I keep in my desk drawer. I really should have made more effort to remember them. 

That note was kept between the pages of my favourite magazine. A magazine featuring photographs of young women with shaved pussies.

When I checked, I found the note in the magazine. But not in the page I left it.

My little girl had found this. Could it be worse?

It was. Having accessed sites from my favourites list she had obviously tried to cover her tracks by deleting the history, including sites I had visited the previous day. But one or two had been left, including LittleAngel.com.

This is what worried me. A stroke-mag wasn't so bad. Embarrassing, perhaps, but not so unusual.

I didn't know what other sites she had seen, but she had obviously seen several.

Had she found the site of spanking stories? Or the one that bothered me the most...Little Angel?

This was another story site. Full of daddy/daughter tales.

Daddies and their little girls.....sometimes wishing, sometimes teasing, but often more.

I love these stories. They are just fantasy. But what would MY little girl think if she had seen this?

I knew there was a way of telling when a site was accessed but I hadn't worked it out.

Whenever I had a computer query, I often asked for Chantal's help...sometimes emailing her up in her bedroom.

Back would come her amused reply. "lolllllll silly daddy."

I sat down when I got to work. I told Rebecca, my secretary, to hold my calls. I needed time to think.

I looked at the photograph on the corner of my desk and picked it up. Chantal looked really sweet. She was a beautiful girl. I know all men think the world of their daughters, but my baby girl really is lovely.

When I needed her to help me on my computer, she used to come down from her room smiling.

"What have you done this time, silly?" she would ask.

She'd sit on my lap as she did what was needed. My hands would rest on her thighs as she would solve my problem. I thought nothing of this contact.

As much as I enjoyed the incest stories I never thought of Chantal that way. Sure she was cute, but it was other fathers being seduced by their little girls, not me.

But then maybe things had changed last week.

My mind wandered back to that weekend. It had been very hot for a few days and I was taking a break from a little gardening. Chantal came home from the park where she had been playing softball. She looked quite hot. I suggested she go in for a shower.

"Hey daddy" she said. "You have your hose out, so why don't you spray water on me to cool me down?"

I had done this before, when she was much younger, so I thought why not?

I had the sprinkler attachment connected so I pointed the spray in her direction. 

Soon her cotton shorts and top were soaking wet. Her T-Shirt clung to her, accentuating her lovely breasts and the cold water caused the obvious reaction as her nipples could be seen poking through the material.

"Now do my back daddy," she laughed as she turned away.

As I continued to spray the water over her I noticed her bottom. Her shorts were like a second skin and it was impossible to tell if she had panties on.

And that was when I became aware that my cock was hard. My sweet little girl was standing there in shorts and top, so wet and clingy, that she looked naked. 

I had an erection from looking at my daughter!

I turned the hose off and Chantal turned to face me. My eyes were drawn to her little shorts and I saw the slightly dark area of her pubic hair.

"I think you'd better go inside and change out of those wet things," I said to her, trying not to make it obvious why.

"Yes daddy" she answered as she came over to me.

Reaching up, she put her hands on my shoulders and kissed me, not caring that her wet body was pressed against me. 

"Thanks for cooling me off daddy. I'm sorry I got you wet," she giggled.

Momentarily confused, I looked down to see the wet area on my shirt where I felt her breasts against me just seconds earlier. I was still rock hard.

I'd had enough of the gardening and I needed to change. So I went into the house.

As I was climbing the stairs I heard little moans coming from the shower.

I smiled to myself. I knew Chantal had been masturbating for quite a while. I'd heard her before in her room. I even wondered if she did it in her tree house. She had been spending a fair bit of time up there lately. 

Time was she used to great me when I got home from work. Now there is always that delay before she comes down to welcome me.

As I walked to my room I saw the door to the bathroom was open. I saw the glass screen of the shower and through this was Chantal's naked body. I stopped.

I couldn't make out anything but just knowing it was her and hearing her little whimpers as she brought herself to a climax was beautiful. And very sexy.

I suddenly became aware my cock was in my hand. I had no recollection of unzipping, but there I was, stroking my penis while my daughter was bringing herself to her orgasm.

I heard the shower turn off so I quietly stepped into my room.

I knew Chantal would be another 10 minutes in the bathroom, so I knew I had time.

I lay on my bed masturbating to the image I had just seen. Except in my imagination I saw her perfectly. Leaning against the wall, one hand on her pussy, the other directing the shower spray.

I saw her breasts gently moving as she fingered herself, a look of pure pleasure on her angelic face.

I came so hard. This was as good as anything I'd seen or read.

I left my room to go downstairs to get a shirt from the airer ready for after I showered. I was a little surprised to find Chantal had left the bathroom already. 

As I descended the stairs, she called "Daddy...will you take me to the mall, I need to buy some things?"

"Sure precious" I replied.

"What is it you need? I'll buy it for you."

"Oooh thank you daddy. I need more panties."

When I saw the kind she was looking for I realised why it had been so difficult to tell if she was wearing any earlier.

"Which do you like daddy?" she asked showing me several pairs. I wasn't sure how to feel, being asked my opinion on something so intimate for my daughter. But I did know I felt tremendously excited.

"I'm not sure, honey. You choose."

"Oh please, daddy. Just choose one then. I'll pick the others."

I chose a pink thong.

She chose 2 more the same style in different colours and selected 3 more of another style.

+ + + + +

Dear Diary

Saturday 10th

My daddy was in the garden when I came home from the park. He helped me cool down by spraying water all over me. My nipples went all stiff as my shirt got soaking wet.

I think daddy had been having sexy thoughts. When I reached up to kiss him, I deliberately pressed against him. I wanted him to feel my nipples, but all I did was get him wet. 

Anyway, I think he was hard down there. Oh, how I wish he had got hard because of me.

I had a lovely cum in the shower. I fantasised that when my daddy saw me in my shirt with my nipples sticking out, he unzipped and came to me. I imagined him pushing me onto my hands and knees before pulling my little shorts down. I would feel him against me as he took me from behind.

After my shower I was going back to my room and I noticed a movement through the gap in the door to daddy's bedroom. I looked in. I KNEW he had been thinking about sex!

He was lying there stroking his penis. God, I was so close to him.




Reach For The Star



I wanted to see him cum, like when I watch from my den. But I decided he may see or hear me if I waited too long. So I went to my room. I was so excited I played with myself again.

I got daddy to take me to the mall to buy some new panties. Poor daddy. He looked so embarrassed when I asked him which ones he liked:))) I do like to tease him sometimes.

C

Dear Diary 

Sunday 18th

My daddy was out today. That gave me the chance to look at his computer. I know that this was naughty of me. Maybe my daddy will spank me if he found out. I can always dream...lollll

But I had to find out what he looked at. First I needed that piece of paper with his passwords on.

His drawer was locked, but I knew he kept the key in his pencil case. I smiled to myself as I opened his drawer. He writes his passwords down, so they can be read. And he locks his drawer, but leaves the key where it can be found. Silly daddy:)) But I do love you.

I couldn't see the paper but a magazine caught my eye. It was a men's magazine and all the models had their pubic hair removed. I wonder if my daddy would like me if I looked like these girls.

I found the paper I was looking for between the pages of the magazine.

In the favourites feature I found several that showed a date of last log on when I put a password in. One of them showed last log on for Friday. I had watched daddy on Friday. It was an erotic story site and all of them seemed to be about daddies and uncles with daughters and nieces.

I printed some off so I could read later.

Other sites showed pictures of women from behind and had names like Ass Paradise and Derriere Heaven.

It seems my daddy likes bottoms and bare pussies. But best of all he reads about daddy/daughter sex. 

I should have paid more attention to the names. If I found out when daddy had looked at these things, then he would see that they had been accessed today. He probably wouldn't notice the last log on date and if he did, he'd probably think it was just computer error. But a whole bunch of sites listed in history as accessed today would look suspicious. Chances are daddy doesn't even know about this anyway. But to be safe, I deleted as much as I could.

I could probably distract him anyway, with the plan forming in my naughty little mind.

C

+ + + + +

I pulled up in the driveway...still unsure how I was going to tackle this. I looked up at the tree house and sighed. If only my little girl had stayed a little girl. 

I always knew she'd grow up, but not so soon. She is still so sweet and innocent in my eyes.

I entered the hallway and there was my angel.

"Hello daddy" she said, almost bounding toward me and then standing on tippy toe to kiss me.

I was taken by surprise. She'd usually been in her tree house when I came home from work.

This allowed me some time in my study. Time when I could masturbate to the stories. 

I'd been looking forward to the next instalment of a series about a girl called Michelle.

She and her daddy had been having sex for a while now, and he had been slowly, but sneakily, preparing her for when he introduced her to anal sex. 

That would have to wait.

I was about to tell Chantal I needed to talk to her when she led me by the hand into the living room.

"Sit down, daddy, I have something to show you," she said, directing me to the sofa.

"That was very nice of you to buy them for me, so I wanted you to see them."

And she whipped off her wrap-around skirt to reveal one of the thongs we bought.

"Honey..." I began, but she cut me off.

"Yes daddy...do you like them?" she asked sweetly.

I could barely stammer out a "Yes..." before she turned.

"And look at the back...do you think I look sexy, daddy?"

With this, she turned around. She may as well have had nothing on at all. Her bottom looked completely naked.

Before I could react, she told me she was now going to show me some more and she took a few steps across the room.

It was then I noticed the screen from my study, which she must have brought in earlier.

She went behind it and called out "You can't see me, can you daddy?"

"No...I can't" I replied...and then my eyes were drawn sideways to the full-length mirror on the wall next to the door.

"Oh, baby..." I started...but then I caught sight of her reflection as she eased the miniscule item down over her hips. I gave a little gasp as the flimsy back piece that nestled between her buttocks came slowly away.

"What was that, daddy?"

"Nothing, baby" I replied feeling a little guilty as I watched her slipping something else up her legs, seeing her bottom wriggling delightfully.

"I chose these," she told me as she walked towards me.

I immediately thought of a postage stamp, they looked so small.

"Do you like them daddy?"

All I could do was stare at the area between my daughter's thighs.

"Daddy...?"

"Oh...yes...very nice, Chantal...very small, but very nice....baby, there is something we need to talk about..."

"In a minute, please daddy...I just want to show you the one you chose for me."

I watched the mirror again as she removed the little G-string. I was stunned as she stood up.

Was I imagining this? On Saturday I could clearly make out the dark area of her pubic hair. Now there was nothing to be seen.

I was aware she was holding up the pink thong, making sure she had it the right way. Had I not been staring so intently at her nakedness, I may have seen her eyes check the mirror to see if I was watching.

She walked over to me, standing very close this time. I marvelled at the way it stretched over her mound, fitting so snugly. I wondered if it would fit so well had she not shaved there.

"Touch it daddy, feel how silky the material is."

I reached out...but then stopped, my hand just hovering.

"Come on daddy...I don't mind," she said reaching out.

She guided my hand towards her until it touched her. She brushed my hand side to side, then up and down. She held my hand against her. I could feel her little pussy...her bare little cunt, as she pressed my fingers there.

I heard the letterbox click. The evening paper. The sound interrupted my trance and I removed my hand.

"Yes...well...you feel...I mean...you look very nice baby. But we need to talk. Sit down Chantal."

I meant her to sit next to me. But she took up her place on my lap. I was aware she hadn't put her skirt back on and her bottom was bare.

"Yes, daddy...what is it?"

"Is there something you wanted to tell me angel?"

"No...daddy...I don't think so. What do you mean?"

I started to tell her how I was checking my computer this morning and I could tell it had been used yesterday. I was explaining I was not angry with her but that I wanted to know what she was doing.

"Oh daddy, I'm sorry...I...well I..."

And then she started to cry.

I held her and stroked her to reassure her that I wasn't angry. That I was stroking her bare thigh did not matter.

"It's okay, pet, daddy isn't angry with his little girl. Don't cry honey...just tell me what you were looking for."

"Well...I.....I wanted to learn a bit more about sex daddy."

I asked her why she couldn't use her own computer. She told me the parental controls prevented her finding anything useful. I'd forgotten they were in place. Hadn't thought to relax them now she was growing up.

But I felt there was more she wasn't saying.

"I'm sorry honey, I'd forgotten they were still there. But you could have reminded me....we could have talked about it. I'm sure I could help you learn more too baby. What sort of things did you want to know?"

"Well, daddy, I'd like to know about.....men's....things..."

"You mean penises? You want to know about them?"

This seemed to make it easier for her, the fact that I'd said the word.

"Yes daddy, their penises. I know how I feel...I know how my...my vagina feels when I...when I..."

I helped her again.

"You mean when you masturbate. It's okay, honey. I do know you know."

I smiled, trying to reassure her.

"Yes daddy...I know what I feel...I'd like to know what men feel when they get excited. If their penises feel any different when they have...an erection. What happens?"

She was growing in confidence.

"I think I can help you there, Chantal. I can talk to you about that."

"Id like it better if you showed me daddy."

She moved backwards so she sat astride me.

The impact of what she had just said was still sinking in when I realised she had undone my fly and had pulled my cock into view. 

"Ooh daddy....your penis is quite hard. Is this what happens by talking about them? It's so smooth to touch."

I looked at her, but her eyes were staring intently downwards.

"Come on baby...we shouldn't be doing this..." I began.

But I wasn't doing anything. She was. 

"Daddy..." she looked up at me smiling. "Did I make you excited, to get you all hard like this?"

I looked down at my cock, with my daughter's hand wrapped around it. My cock got even stiffer then.

If there was a point at which I should have called a halt, I think I missed it. I found myself thinking that she had seen me naked before. Granted many years ago. The only difference now was I had a hard on. She wanted to learn. It was okay wasn't it?

She was only examining it after all.

But already I was willing her to do more.

She must have read my thoughts.

"Would you show me how to masturbate you daddy? I felt it get bigger since I held it. Would you like me to play with your penis?"

I missed another chance to stop this then. Instead I said, "Chantal, baby...you want to use a different word to penis? Cock is a nice word to use. Penis is too clinical."

"Okay daddy" she replied. "Cock. Your cock. Daddy's stiff cock."

She rubbed her thumb over the tip, feeling my wetness.

"That's called pre-come baby. It's a sign that the man is excited and...."

She cut me off. 

"I know you are excited, daddy. You got hard when I was showing you my new underwear. I saw you looking at me in the mirror. And I feel what a hard cock my daddy has now."

She slid off my lap and kneeled in front the sofa. "Lay down daddy" she said as she pulled my trousers off completely. I removed my shirt.

She fondled my balls feeling each of them individually before taking hold of me again.

She gave me slow strokes but then sped up. It was rapidly becoming too much for me.

I had seen my little girl in such sexy and intimate clothing. Now she was wanking me. 

It was the quickest cum I'd had in a long time. My hips squirmed as spunk poured out of my cock.

Chantal continued her strokes and squealed as a spurt of liquid landed on my chest.

My cock began to soften as my breathing slowly got back to something approaching normal.

She held me but was no longer stroking.

"Daddy...that looked like a lot of sperm there. Was that...normal?"

"You can't actually see sperm honey," I explained. The liquid is actually Semen and contains sperm.

"I see, daddy" she replied.

"Could you get me a towel please, so I can wipe myself off."

"Yes, daddy. And I have something for you too."

I watched her as she left the room. She looked so good in that thong.

What did she say? She had something for me? She just gave me the most pleasure I'd had in a long time and she wants to give me something!

I wiped myself off as Chantal was kneeling, sitting back on her heels, holding a small parcel.

"This is for you, daddy" she said, as I was about to stand.

"I thought you should have something more modern so I bought them for you."

She gave me the package and kissed me. "I love you daddy."

"I love you too baby. What have you bought me then?"

I smiled when I unwrapped my special gift. The model on the box was good looking with a six-pack. And there was the usual impressive looking bulge. The message seemed to be "you too can look like this" as if their briefs had some special powers.

My daughter had bought me some briefs. I opened the box. They weren't quite thong style but they were certainly cut far higher than I was used to. They were incredibly soft and silky in my fingers.

"Try them daddy, please."

I stood up and stepped into them, easing them on. They seemed so delicate. 

But when they were on they felt great. It was like my cock was being caressed by a thousand tiny fingers.

"You look good daddy. Really sexy."

"Thank you honey. They feel really nice."

"My pleasure, daddy. Will you teach me some more now please? I need to know how it feels to have somebody play with my pussy. Will you do that for me daddy?"

She had already removed her thong and was sitting on the sofa with her legs apart.

How could I say no? She had given me a wonderful orgasm. It was only fair I gave her some pleasure back. It was not like I was having sex with my daughter, was it.

"Do you like my pussy, daddy? I shaved it just for you. I think you like it that way. I saw your magazine."

"Yes, baby. You look good enough to eat. Would you like me to do that too?"

"Eat me daddy? What do you mean?"

"All in good time, angel. We have plenty of time."

I sat beside her and placed my hand on her thigh. She sucked her breath in.

"Okay Chantal? Are you sure you want this?"

"Yessss daddy, yesssssssssss. I really need your fingers in me. Play with me, daddy, please. Make me come."

I placed my hand over her little mound, feeling her heat. She pushed her hips up, meeting my hand as my middle finger found her slit. I rubbed gently, feeling her wetness and spreading it over her cunt. She was so tight as I slipped my finger into her. I curled my finger, moving it around and applying pressure to her G Spot. I slid in and out gently, allowing her to get used to the feel of something inside her. She was moaning and whimpering in pleasure.

Using her juices as lubricant my finger rubbed her exposed clitoris until I went back inside her for more. Then back to her magic button again. She shuddered and came.

"Ohhh....daddy......that is so good...I love you daddy......make me cum some more...please daddy."

"I have no intention of stopping yet, baby. I'm going to eat you. Rest your heels on the edge of the cushion. I want you to really open yourself for me.

I sat back to gaze upon her. My lovely daughter splayed open for me. Her face flushed with excitement, her chest heaving, legs apart, those sexy pink ankle socks and just above, her little cunt with her swollen lips like a ripe fruit.

My head moved in and I inhaled her scent. I placed my lips against her, kissing, chewing, and nibbling.

I licked her, moving upwards to her clit, which I licked with the tip of my tongue. It drove her wild. I gripped her hips to hold her steady as my mouth pressed against her once more.

"Oh my god, daddy...it's incredible.... what are you doing to me.... I think I am going to cum again."

Once again my tongue was in her, working her towards another climax.

I sat back again to look. Her face, so pink....eyes barely open...her pussy, glistening with her secretions. And then something new.

She'd shifted her position and I saw her tiny anal opening. Like an asterisk. Or a star.

I smiled as I thought of her email address. "Reach for the stars." 

And now I could reach for a star. I would reach for her star as she came.

I slid a finger back into her, felt her tightening onto me.

"Oh yessssss.....oh god....yes, daddy...so close..."

My tongue was on her clit again.....little moans from my darling daughter...getting louder.

I removed my finger, slid it downwards following a trail of her juices and found it. I pushed gently turning my finger like a screw, easing into her ass.

The intrusion acted as a trigger as Chantal came again.

"Oooh...ahhh....daddy...what did you just do....oh...god....unnnh...yesssssssss....cumming daddeee..."

She writhed and bucked as I held my finger in place, encouraging her.

"Yes, baby, come for me...come for your daddy, there's a good girl....cum princess...while my finger is there...can you feel my finger?"

"Oh....yesss daddy...you are making me cum....oh I'm coming...I am coming for you daddy......."

She looked so beautiful and so helpless as she came.

We stayed on the sofa, cuddling.

"That was wonderful, daddy. I never came like that before."

I kissed her on her forehead.

"I have a confession...daddy...."

"A confession honey? What do you mean?"

She told me about how she could see into my study from the tree house.

"Yes, angel...and what can you...." 

Realisation dawned. This is where she was when I came home from work. My time on the Internet.

"I'm sorry daddy....I know I shouldn't...but I wanted to...needed to watch you. I saw by accident the first time. But then I watched you with my binoculars."

I knew what she had been seeing...but I needed to hear her say it. She had to own up.

"What had you been watching baby?"

"I was watching you masturbate, daddy. I watched you play with your penis. I wanted to be with you daddy...I wanted to hold you as you came."

"I see, honey."

"And there is something else.....I...I wanted to know what you were looking at. On the computer. I needed to know what turned you on, daddy."

"Why baby?"

"I want you, daddy. I want you to make love to me. I want you to be the one who takes my virginity. Please teach me about sex, daddy.

I was thinking about what she said and then the interruption came.

"Daddy...do women really like it when a man puts his penis....his cock.... into their...their...bottoms?"

"Some do...especially when she trusts her man and when he has been patient and understanding with her."

"Like Michelle you mean?"

"Michelle?" I responded. "Who is Michelle?"

"You know...the girl in that story you have been reading. I think the man has been getting her ready for...anal sex."

So now I knew it. She had seen the stories I'd been reading. She knew that I enjoyed reading about girls having sex with their daddies. Knew that It turned me on...and it never bothered her.

Not just that...she wanted me to teach her

Again, she interrupted my thoughts by taking my hand. "Come on daddy. Let's go upstairs."

I stood up. She looked straight at my crotch and giggled. With the material caressing me and the thoughts of what Chantal had just said, my cock was really hard and bulging.

"Is that for me daddy? Did I make you hard again?"

I just grinned. It had been a while since I'd got so hard, so soon after cumming earlier.

I followed my daughter up the stairs, all the while looking at her ass. I wanted to just push her down and enter her from behind. Take her forcefully before we reached the landing.

But her first time should be beautiful.

I expected her to go into my room, so we could make love in the bigger bed. But she led me to her room. She saw my questioning look.

"I want you in my bed daddy. I want us to make love in my bed."

She removed her socks and top and turned to me. I looked at her as she stood there, naked. Beautiful. My Princess.

She reached out and slipped my shirt off. Crouching down in front of me, she touched her hand gently on my cock, running her fingers along its length, before hooking her fingers in and dragging downwards. I was now as naked as she was. I looked down, my cock standing proud and her face below.

She wrapped her fingers around it and she licked its tip. Then she placed her hand at the base of my cock and began to take me in her mouth. This was unbelievable.

I held her head gently and, slowly, slid into her. I eased back and marvelled as my cock slipped from her lips. It glistened in its wetness. Her head moved forward to capture me again and again...and then she released me. 

Much more of this and I'd surely cum in her pretty mouth.

"Are you sure you want this, angel?




Reach For The Star



"Yes of course, daddy. I have wanted you for so long. Please make love to me."

I helped her up and then sat on her bed, lifting her onto my lap.

I kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth. She held my head in a moment of blissful intimacy. A reversal of a son suckling his mother's breasts.

"It's time baby," I said as I laid her upon the bed. 

Next to her was her teddy. It reminded me this was my daughter and not some fully-grown woman I was going to fuck.

"I don't want to hurt you Princess. You will let me know if it hurts, won't you Chantal?"

"Yes daddy, I promise."

"I'll go slow at first...let you get used to it. See how you feel once I'm inside you."

I opened her legs and moved in between and saw her eyes as they were drawn to where my cock stood hard and throbbing.

Gone was the confidence of earlier, to be replaced by apprehension.

"It's okay...it'll be okay baby."

I opened her up with a couple of fingers. I could feel she was a little tense but she was very wet and it would be fine once she relaxed again.

I positioned my cockhead against her cunt and pushed in a little, quickly easing back.

She gave a little moan as I pushed in further, again slipping back.

Soon my cock was all the way inside my sweet girl. I rested, allowing her to adjust to this new feeling.

"How does it feel angel...you want me to go on?"

"It feels wonderful, daddy. I love your cock inside me. Make love to me now daddy. Please."

"I love you Chantal" I whispered as I began easing in and out of her slowly, establishing a smooth rhythm.

She made a few whimpering sounds which quickly became pleasurable moans.

I moved a hand to her head, cupping her face. She turned her head like a cat nuzzling into its owner.

My movements quickened and she responded by lifting her hips, pushing against me.

"Oh yes daddy...this feels so good...your cock...fuck me...please..."

"You like it baby?"

"Oooh yes daddy...I want you to fuck me hard, fuck me daddy....fuck me hard and deep... please daddyyyy fuck meeeeee..."

I thrust into her tight little pussy...daddy's cock was in his little girl's cunt...

"Is this what you want baby? You like your daddy's cock fucking you?"

I leaned over and kissed her while I fucked my cock into her.

"Oohh goddd yessss I love when my daddy fucks me."

I'm pushing into her...she wraps her legs around me trying to get me further in...I'm almost there...it's the excitement of her...my daughter, telling me to fuck her harder....I'm going to come soon.

I'm holding her arms as I lay over her body, pushing my cock into he and she is completely caught up in the excitement.

"My pussy was made for your cock...ooh godd.....fuck mee harder daddyyyy pleeease harder, deeeeper...oh fuck I'm cuumminggg,,,my daddy is making me cum with his cock in my pussy..ooohhhhh yessssssss."

"I need you to come quickly angel...come for daddy...then you can have my cum in your hot little body...cum for daddy again."

"Oh dadyyyyyy yessssss nowwwwwww 

I'm spunking inside her...she feels my uneven jerks as I come...my little girl, having her daddy's cock spurting. 

"Oh Chantal...my angel...feel me come..."

"Yesss...yess daddy cum, cum for your little girl...give it all to meee..."

My convulsions draw to a close as I finish giving her every last drop I have.

"Oh baby you have drained me...your little pussy has milked my cock of all its come."

"mmmmm yessssss I love it..."

I hug her and turn so we are side by side. We gaze at each other, with true daddy and daughter love in our eyes. I reach over and grab Teddy. You look at him and giggle as if remembering something.

Then we cuddle some more, until she falls asleep in my arms.

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Dear Diary

Tuesday 20th

Last night I made love. At last I am no longer a virgin.

I made love with my daddy. He fucked me soooo good. I can't wait to do it again.

I want to do it in all sorts of ways. I took his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him, taste his semen as he cums in my mouth.

I want to be on top and fuck him while I am in control. I need him to take me from behind as he roughly fucks his cock into me.

I do love my daddy.

I can't wait to read more about Michelle.

I wonder if daddy would like to fuck his little girl in the ass. Fuck his hard cock into my tiny asshole. 

Please remember to vote and look for my other tales. If you enjoyed the subject here, you may enjoy parts of Nikki. 



Reach Out and Touch Someone



"Hello?" Chloe's voice was husky with sleep as she answered her phone.

"Hi, Baby."

Glancing at the clock, she noted it was 4 am. What was Rob doing calling her so early? "Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. I miss you."

"You know my parent's are in town...you can't come over."

"Talk to me, Chloe, please."

"Robbie, it's four in the morning."

"I've been hard for you since I left you early this evening. I can't sleep, nothing helps." he drew a ragged breath, "Please, Lover...talk me through so I can some relief?"

"I...I've never talked to someone while they..." her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Are you sleeping naked?"

"Yes. You know I do."

"God, your body is sexy. I love the way your skin feels beneath my hands. So soft," he groaned. "Touch yourself for me."

Chloe's eyes looked around the darkness in her room. No one was there. No one could see her, yet she felt deliciously wicked as she slid her hand down her stomach to her pussy. "Mmmm, Robbie, it's so wet for you."

"Oh yeah. Tell me what you want."

"You between my thighs." Her middle finger began to make teasing circles around her clit, every now and again sliding over it. "Just to feel the heat of your body melting into mine."

"God, yeah." His groan filled her ear. "Tell me more."

"The feel of your cock hard, pressing into my thigh." Moaning she dipped an eager finger into her honey pot. "I'm so wet for you, Baby. I can feel your mouth hot and eager, suckling my nipples, rolling them with your tongue."

From the other end of the phone all she heard was heavy breathing combined with slight groans. She was feeling bolder now, completely turned on that the sound of her voice was all it took to get Rob off.

"My hands run through your hair, holding on tightly as I feel an orgasm approaching. When you feel me arch up, you know what I need." Now using a pattern of rubbing her clit and dipping her fingers in her wetness, she was beginning to find it difficult to think. "I need to feel your cock in me, filling me, stretching me. Oh, God, Robbie."

"Chloe. Go on, Lover."

"Your first thrust would cause a tremor through me."

"I love the way your pussy does that. Just spasms around my cock."

"You're so good, Lover." Her moans escaped a bit louder than she intended, but still she continued. "I'd want to flip us and ride you. I love being on top so I can take you in deep. Then you set our pace alternating between moving my hips and cupping my breasts, still pinching the nipples to feel the tiny spasms gushing more juice around you."

Chloe had always believed that phone sex was a silly past time, but now with one hell-of-an orgasm beginning to spread through her body, she knew she was wrong.

"Robbie, listen to how wet you make me." She held the phone down by her busy hand as her hips began to buck. Her moans became louder until she cried out, "Fuck yeah! Oh Rob!"

When Chloe began to calm a bit, she brought the phone back to her ear moaning softly.

"Chloe, did you..."

"Yes," she hissed in between moans. "Damn, Loverboy, here comes another."

"That's it, Chloe. Cum for me. I can feel your sweet juice covering my cock." he sucked in a sharp breath, "And it feels so fucking good!"

"It doesn't take long for me to cum again, losing all control I collapse on your chest, letting my pussy squeeze and milk you. I feel you roll us to the side of the bed, thrusting deep into me a few times before pulling out and stepping off the edge of the bed. You grab my ankles and pull me to the edge, pressing small kisses all over my breasts and stomach."

"Yeah, Chloe, I'm so close."

"You flip me over, spanking my ass, before pulling me up by my hips. Your strong hands hold me in place as you drive your cock into me with such force I cry out. Your right hand leaves my hip to spank me again. Robbie, harder. I'm begging you, pushing myself to meet your forceful thrusts."

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum Chloe...don't...stop."

"I love hearing you groan when my pussy milks you, fitting around you like a velvet glove. I can feel your cock begin to throb inside me and I know you're going to cum. I want you to cum inside me; I love the feel of a man shooting his load inside. I use the muscles of my pussy to hold you tight feeling you fill me with your seed. You hold yourself deep inside me to feel the rest of my orgasm with yours, holding me tight, until we're calm."

Chloe paused and listened to Rob groan, moaning out her name over and over. She could see him sitting there with his cock in his hand pumping it furiously watching cum spurt out, burst after burst.

"Damn, you are as hot over the phone as you are in my arms."

"Think you can sleep now?"

"I can try. Thank you, Lover."

"Anytime. G'night, Robbie." She replaced the phone on her nightstand, snuggling back down with some wonderful visions in her head.



Reach Out and Touch Someone



Copyright LB_2006, all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is entirely coincidental.

This story picks up where "The Sportin' Club" ends. Each stands on its own, but you may want to read the first story to understand the history of the characters. Thanks to all who gave me feedback on my first effort – as always, any and all comments are appreciated.

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The phone in the kitchen rang, and as usual I ignored it. Three rings in, I realized that Kim wasn't going to pick it up, so I stumbled out of my chair and leapt for the handset, hoping to beat the answering machine to the pick up.

"Hello?" I answered, slightly annoyed. Chances are at this hour it was going to be a telemarketer anyway.

"Larry?" said a somewhat familiar voice. I tried to place it, but came up short. It didn't sound like a telemarketer, so I replied.

"Yes."

"Hi Larry, this is Brenda. We met at the club in Nevada?" She phrased it as a question, but I knew who it was as soon as she said her name.

"Hi Brenda. How are you?" I replied, hoping that she was in town and horny.

"Oh, I'm great. I just came into town to see an old roommate, but she doesn't get back into town until Sunday. If you and Kim are around, I'd love to get together."

"Um, sure thing," was my response, but I had no idea how Kim would take it. "When?"

"Well, I'm free tonight. I'm at the Marriott and have a rental car, so if you gave me directions I could pop on over. If it's cool with you and all..."

I needed to stall for just a second. I thought it was cool, but needed to feel out Kim. Having meteoric sex with a high end call girl at an out-of-state brothel was one thing; inviting her over to your house was something else entirely.

"Hey Brenda, can you hang on for just a sec? Let me see what Kim is up for?"

"Sure thing, Larry."

I put the phone on hold and padded back to the bedroom. I caught Kim on the exercise bike.

"Hey babe," I said, trying to sound calm, "Brenda is on the phone."

"Brenda?" Kim asked, "You mean Brenda from the Sportin' Club?"

"Yep – that Brenda," I answered, even though the total population of Brendas in our list of friends and relatives was exactly one, "She wants to know if it's OK to pay us a visit. She's in town and can come over tonight."

I expected a pause, or even some slight uncertainty. Instead, Kim greeted me with an enthusiastic "Sure, but if she's close I'd better jump in the shower." So much for any nagging doubts.

Thumbing the phone back to life I said, "Kim says she'd love to see you" and proceeded to give her directions. Like Pavlov's dogs, I was beginning to exhibit a conditioned response to the sound of her voice. Mine had nothing to do with salivation.

I cracked a bottle of red wine to breathe and put some Robert Cray on the stereo. Pouring myself two fingers of bourbon, I tossed it back and waited for the night to unfold.

Kim came out of the bedroom wearing a little black dress and a mischievous grin. I couldn't help myself, so I asked, "What are you wearing underneath that? You look hot, by the way."

Kim glanced at me and smiled. Turning away from me she bent over and ran her hands down her legs. When they got to her ankles, the dress had hiked up enough to reveal that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Her magnificent ass came into view, and she asked me, "I hope this is OK."

"You look fucking amazing," was my response. I was thankful I'd downed the bourbon, because my nerves were already on edge. Clearly, there was no doubt in Kim's mind about what would happen here. Still, I thought it best to raise the issue.

"Are you sure you're OK with this?" I asked.

"I'm sure.," was Kim's reply. Issue settled.

The stereo belted out lyrics about playing in the dirt, and I was trying to decide if another bourbon would be a good idea when the doorbell rang. Kim rose from the couch, looked me in the eye and said, "Let's go greet our guest."

Brenda stood in the harsh light of the motion sensor on the back deck, dressed in faded jeans and a black sweater. Any fears I had about the neighbors were laid to rest; dressed as she was, Brenda looked more like a PTA mom than a high priced hooker. I opened the door to let her in and said, "Hi Brenda, you look great. C'mon in."

Brenda stepped up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Larry, and thanks for having me over. I was a little nervous about calling you guys."

Kim greeted Brenda as soon as she stepped in the kitchen. "Hi Brenda, it's great to see you again." They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek, and Brenda presented Kim with a bottle wrapped in silver Mylar. In case she needed to explain herself, Brenda said, "I hate to show up empty handed. I'd love a glass if you feel like opening it now."

I took the bottle from Kim, uncorked it and poured us all a glass of Chianti. The cabernet I'd opened earlier would have to wait, and I had no doubt that we'd blow through both bottles in no time. Ever the gracious host, I said "Let's head to the living room. I'll throw a fire in the fireplace to take the chill off." 

Kim sat on the couch and Brenda took the cushion next to her. That left one available for me, and I was silently thankful that neither opted for the love seat. Taking the easy way out, I chose a wax and sawdust firelog over real wood. Sure, it lacked a little atmosphere – but I didn't want the job of tending a fire all night long. A few minutes of fumbling produced a satisfying flame, so I took my seat on the couch next to Brenda.

We talked through the first bottle of wine and into the second, and we ran out of small talk just before we ran out of wine. I was about to ask if anyone needed a refill when Kim leaned over and kissed Brenda, gently at first, but with rapidly increasing urgency. Their tongues danced, and they paused only occasionally to catch their breath. Brenda's hand found Kim's breast, and she began to trace slow circles over Kim's nipple. I watched it stiffen and poke through the sheer fabric of her black dress. My own hand fumbled for Brenda's breast, but her sweater was too bulky to transmit any sensation of touch.

"It's warm in here," Brenda said, pulling away from Kim, "Let me get a little more comfortable." Standing up, Brenda shed her sweater and jeans to reveal a crimson bra and matching panties. "Better," she said and resumed her spot on the couch. Turning to me, Brenda's lips met my own and I felt her tongue on mine. My hand found her nipples and I alternated, pinching and tugging, left then right, through her bra. Kim had moved down to her knees on the floor, and was rubbing Brenda's legs with her fingers. I watched from the corner of my eye as my wife parted our guest's legs and began to kiss her way up. I pulled back to watch my wife's tongue trace lines down the sensitive skin of Brenda's inner thigh. Kim alternated, first one leg then the next, but stopped short of Brenda's panties. Reaching behind her, I unfastened Brenda's bra and pulled it off her shoulders. My tongue went to her nipple just as Kim's fingers traced their first line on Brenda's slit, through her panties. An electric shock went through her and a low moan escaped her lips as Kim's fingers continued their exploration. I continued to lick and suck Brenda's nipples, pausing to bite them gently.

"Um, I love it when you bite my nipples. Bite them harder." 

I did as she asked, and got rewarded by Brenda saying, "Um, fuck yeah. I like it like that." My teeth continued their work, and I was really surprised at how hard I was biting her nipples. "That's so fucking good.," was all she kept saying.

Kim had done all she could through the fabric of Brenda's panties. Grabbing the waistband, Kim pulled them off Brenda's hips and revealed her smoothly shaven and very wet pussy. Pulling her to the edge of the couch, Kim parted Brenda's legs and began to lick circles up the outside of her labia, with an occasional flick of her tongue across Brenda's swollen clit. I couldn't take any more, so I stood up and got undressed. Naked, I straddled Brenda on the couch. My cock was just the right height for her, and I felt her warm lips and magical tongue envelop my hard cock. My hands continued their work on her nipples and Kim picked up the pace on Brenda's clit. I could hear an occasional pop of air and I knew that Kim was sucking hard on Brenda's clit, just the same way she liked her own clit to be treated. Brenda moaned, but kept working on my cock, alternating head bobs with circles of her tongue. She used her teeth to provide just enough friction without causing pain, and her fingers stroked the sensitive skin on my scrotum.

Brenda's hips were bucking up and down, and a new sound was coming from her sopping wet pussy as my wife slid several fingers inside of her. Her moans were turning to grunts, and I knew from the spasms in her legs that she was about to cum. Kim picked up the speed and violently fucked her with three fingers as her tongue lashed at Brenda's clit. I felt my own orgasm rising with Brenda's, and it was my "Don't stop I'm gonna fucking cum" that put her over the edge. Brenda grunted loudly as she rode out the orgasm on Kim's hand and face, and kept sucking my cock until the last of my cum was gone.

Kim was the first to break the silence. "THAT was fucking hot. I felt your pussy contract as you came. That was such a turn on."

The couch was getting a little crowded, so I suggested we head to the bedroom. I wished we had room for a king size bed, but figured we'd make do with the queen we had. Besides, I thought, bedsheets don't leave rugburns on your knees. I stood and took Kim's hand; in turn she took Brenda's hand and we walked back to the bedroom.

"Get comfortable," I said, "while I go light some candles and turn down the lights."

"I don't think I could get more comfortable," Brenda replied, "but Kim needs a little attention to relax."

Overstating the obvious, Kim replied with "You guys have got me so fucking horny right now."

As I left to look for a lighter, Brenda was unzipping Kim's dress. I wasn't gone for long, but when I returned Kim was naked, on her back, with a pillow under her ass. Brenda was eating Kim's pussy, while she fucked her with two fingers. I watched, transfixed, as Brenda stopped long enough to lick a finger on her other hands and begin to work on the tight muscle of my wife's ass. Kim grunted as Brenda's finger slipped inside, and I grew hard watching Brenda's hands and tongue alternate rhythms. Kim's grunts turned to words, and she directed Brenda, "Um yeah, that feels good. Can you turn your fingers around inside of me?"

Brenda chuckled and said, "So you want me to find your g-spot again, huh?" I hurried to light the candles and get in on the action.

Brenda changed positions so she could rotate her two fingers upward. She began to put steady pressure on Kim's g-spot, and continued to fuck her ass with her other hand. Her tongue danced across Kim's clit, and Kim was moaning steadily now. It came out as "Oh fuck fuck fuck um yeah," and I watched her brow begin to furrow and her legs begin to twitch. As the color rose in her face, I knew her orgasm was imminent. Brenda kept up her work, but stopped just before Kim reached her climax.

"Oh fuck Brenda don't stop. I'm so close... please make me cum."

"Kim, I'll make you cum but you have to let Larry fuck me. I need to feel his cock inside me." Brenda punctuated this by darting her tongue across Kim's hyper sensitive clit. Kim's hips bucked as she tried to fuck Brenda's fingers, but Brenda was a master of the tease. Access denied.

"Yes, Brenda I want to watch Larry fuck you. Just please make me cum."

I was already in position behind Brenda, and slid my cock slowly into her sopping wet pussy. I'm not sure what I expected, but Brenda was tight – even tighter than my own wife.

Brenda grunted as my cock drove home, but worked on Kim with a renewed fervor. It took only seconds before Kim exploded in orgasm, screaming "Oh fuck Brenda yeah fuck me fuck me fuck my ass!!!" The force of the climax drove Kim to an upright position, and she continued to thrust her hips against Brenda's fingers. The orgasm ended with a series of guttural "um, um, um, um, um" grunts, and Kim fell backwards on the bed.

I didn't want to cum again so soon, so I used my cock to tease Brenda. Turnaround was, after all, fair play. I would fuck her for a few strokes in slow motion, then pull out and rub my cock up her lips and across her clit. She shivered and said, "I need you to fill me with your cock."

Slowly, I slid my cock down her lips and stopped just before I entered her. Brenda drove her hips back to take me in, but I pulled back. "You fucking tease!," Brenda protested.

Kim had recovered enough to join in again. Reaching into the bedside table, she pulled out a silicone rubber vibrator that was her personal favorite.

"Don't be rude, Larry," Kim chimed in, "If our guest wants you to fuck her I think you should fuck her good."

That was all the encouragement I needed. My cock slipped back inside Brenda, and I grabbed her hips to pull her to me. I drove my cock deep inside her, as Kim scrambled underneath armed with the vibrator. I pulled out, heard a familiar buzz and felt the tingle of the vibrator as I drove my cock back home.

"Oh fuck, Larry your cock feels so good. Um, Kim yeah right there. Yeah, that's the fucking spot."

I continued the long, slow deep fucking until I felt Brenda began to shake. It was my cue to pick up the pace, so I began to fuck Brenda faster. For good measure, I licked my index finger and began to work on Brenda's own asshole. My finger slipped inside and Brenda moaned deep. 

"Um, yeah, fuck me hard!"

My hips were pounding against Brenda's thighs, my finger was working in and out of her ass and Kim had turned the vibrator up to high. Brenda panted, thrust her ass back to meet my strokes and started to roll her head from side to side. Houston, we have lift off.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she shrieked into the pillow, "OHFUCKOHGODYOUGUYS..I"M CUMMING..DON'TFUCKINGSTOPOHFUCKOHFUCK!"

Her sounds put me over the edge, and I drove my cock deep inside as I began to cum. It felt so good I didn't want to stop thrusting. I kept pumping until the first streams of my spunk began to leak from Brenda's pussy. I pulled out, and watched as a drop rolled slowly down her thigh.

The score was me 2, Brenda 2 and Kim 1. Kim said, "I'm going out to the hot tub, you guys want to join me?" which really meant 'I want to get jet fucked and cum again, really hard'. Without hesitation, Brenda and I both said "Sure."

We grabbed towels and headed out to the hot tub. It was in the back yard, but secluded enough that privacy wasn't really a problem. We threw our towels over a lawn chair, and I dragged back the cover and fired up the jets. Kim and I had had some meteoric sex in the hot tub since we had it put in. The strength of the water jets produced some mind-blowing orgasms for Kim, and the sensation of weightlessness coupled with the reduced lubrication from being underwater helped me to cum quickly, too. This time I was just here for the show, as I knew it would take me a while to recover from cumming twice in the past hour.

We hopped in, and Kim climbed up on the seat to position her clit in the stream of water. Brenda climbed behind her and I watched her hand disappear in the bubbled water. I was reasonably sure that Brenda was working her fingers in and out of Kim's pussy; my theory gained credibility when Kim's head rolled back and she whispered a low "Mmmmmmmmmmm."

Not wanting to miss the fun, I moved next to my wife and began to pinch and tug at her nipples. Kim was already trembling, and I watched her climax began to build. Just before it hit, Kim's eyes opened and she whispered, "Oh God you guys I'm gonna cum again....." Her eyes closed, her hips bucked and I watched her ride the orgasm to conclusion.

Spent, Kim took a seat on the bench and I sat next to her. Brenda shuffled over to my left and put her head on my shoulder. For this frozen second in time, I was the king of the world.



Reach Out and Touch Someone



Liz sat at her desk. Her stomach was filled with butterflies, her hands were shaking a bit, but she felt she had to do it. She mustered the courage to press the send button, and then, an instant later it was out of her hands. Everyone in the world now had visual access to her body.

Her first instinct was that of fear. What have I done! They aren't going to like me. This isn't going to end the way I hope for. I'm just going to be made fun of. I should just hit that edit button and pull down the photos. No one really has to see me naked. No one wants to see me naked. I'll just take it down...

Clicking back into her thread, Liz scrolled down to where the edit button was. Under it was the first post. From some Gog. Great, I'm now going to be insulted by a Troll... She couldn't stop herself from reading the response... "Very sexy. Please may we see more of your gorgeous body".

That wasn't negative. She felt a tingle in her crotch as she started to read the other posts. They were all positive. They wanted more pics of her. Of her sexy body, of her beautiful body. And they wanted to fuck her. As her hand found it's way to her crotch without any conscious command of her own, she thought to herself, That settled it, I enjoy sharing pictures.

And that is how it all began. Just a simple posting of a picture and she found out that she enjoyed being an exhibitionist. It didn't take much for her husband to be convinced to check out the action in the thread personally.

She remembers walking in on "Daddy" as she liked to call her husband reading the thread. He was rock hard and there were her pics up on the screen. He was gently rubbing himself with one hand and scrolling through the posts with the other. "See Liz, I told you that you're one hot fuckable creature. The guys seem to love you on the site."

"What page are you up to?" Liz asked, while crawling between his crotch.

Eyes fixed to the screen Daddy scrolled up to check what page he was on. "Twelve."

"Just wait till you get to page twenty one, it gets so much better from there on in." Liz smiled thinking about what all those guys wanted to do to her. And then she replaced Daddy's hand with her mouth and sucked him off while he looked at her photos and read about all the great sex that she was offered.

As these things have a tendency to snowball, her one set of 4 pictures became a thread with over 100 photos and over 800 posts in only a week time. She was a popular girl on the forums, she was in a constant state of arousal, and she kept thinking of those cock pics she'd seen from the guys posting on her thread.

They were all so different too. One guy would tell her how much he wanted specific parts of her body. Another would make requests of her to share either very daring photos or very personal thoughts. Another would just compliment her without going into detail.

As she read the responses she thought about how they were written and what that said about the guy and girls posting them. Were they just about fucking her? She imagined them to be rough guys, pulling her hair and ramming her pussy with their cocks. About how they'd use her mouth and fuck her face, making her gag. They would be the ones who'd leave her a bit sore, nipples from pinching, ass from a light spanking, and her pussy tingling for the next day or two, reminding her that she didn't dream that encounter. It was real and they wanted her so badly that they left phantom versions of themselves on her skin for the next few days. 

The more thoughtful ones, the ones who used the terms beautiful and were more conversational, they were probably more tender. They were the type who'd most likely start with a foot massage, and work their way up, slowly, gradually spreading her legs as they massaged her calves, then her thighs, then her hips, before burying their faces with wild abandon in her crotch. She thought of there tongues doing the tango up and down her slit, slowly and rhythmically bringing her to an orgasm, letting her calm down and then bringing her back up to that point of no return again.

There were also the curious ones. The ones that asked lots of questions, who seemed not focused on one part of her body, but on the entire thing, as well as her mind. They seemed to be the most hard to pin down. Would they be rough? Or would they be gentler? She guess that it would be somewhere in between: that they were the type who'd use her body as an elaborate experiment. Their fingers would travel the whole length of her body, searching for new ways of turning her on. Maybe a finger would find it's way into her cunt and stretch her in ways a cock or dildo couldn't. When they were done teasing her, they'd take their soaked finger and draw it across her lips. Her own smell right under her nose, her own taste there whenever she licked her lips.

Every so often a woman would also post her thoughts on the forum. They were always so supportive, knowing where she was coming from. But they also were getting horny looking at her pics. Liz liked knowing that the fairer sex also liked her. Their hands were different, their knowledge of her body was different. She thought about their soft cheeks against her thighs, about their lips around her nipples. She thought about being in a 69 with the other woman on top of her. Feeling the tongue and fingers on her pussy, the breasts dragging over her body, about the smell and sight of the clit writhing just above her mouth. She could imagine the smell and taste of it, the feel of walls of her vagina squeezing around her finger as the woman above squirted from a g-spot orgasm that Liz just gave her. 

With all this foreplay going on in her mind it was hard for her to concentrate on the other tasks of her day. She'd be able to put it away for a few hours, but it'd creep back as soon as she saw a keyboard. Her mind would instantly wonder about how many new posts would await her in her thread. And how many new PMs would be waiting in her mailbox. It seemed that the citizens of lit liked to keep her box stuffed.

That was what her day was like. She'd wake up, check the thread, check her PM, make a few replies, then head off to lead her life, but if she had a free moment, she'd pop back on, share a photo and then pop off again. That pretty much insured that when she came back on that evening there'd be something waiting for her again.

When she was really lucky it'd be from Daddy. She'd get a PM from him in the morning that he left the night before when she was asleep. He'd tell her about how he was going to make love to her that night, not details, but hints and vagueness. But always with enough details that she'd be thoroughly anticipating it all day.

Sometimes he'd post on her thread, and that made her practically gush. It was such a turn on for her to see him support her in this. Some husbands would want to have kept her body for themselves. Not Daddy. He was proud of her. And knowing that he was reading what these dozens of other people wanted to do to her and still supportive just made her feel so lucky, honored, loved, and cherished. All of this lead to fantastic sex on the few nights that they were able to have it this week. Now that the weekend was here, she was determined to have the satisfying sex session that she craved.

It started in the usual way. She had been posting a few shots that were similar to others that she had already posted. She was pretty comfortable with sharing her boobs, but not so comfortable with other parts. And then the requests started to pop up on the board. She got one for her boobs hanging down, and she quickly was able to post one from her archive. Another for her in sexy lingerie, and again, that was easy to fulfill. But then came the one for a picture with her playing with her ass.

When she read it on the screen her face instantaneously went flush and then started to burn red. She had a pic of that, she knew where it was, but boy was that something personal. Could she share that now?

Her mind flashed to the night it was taken. Normally she took the pics herself but this time Daddy held the camera in his hands. He was being playful and taking some shots of the Liz giving him a BJ. She remembered the pic where her mouth was full, her tongue was slipping past her lips, and her eyes were looking right into the camera. She felt so naughty and sexy at that moment. She knew the guys on Lit would love to see that picture, but without her eyes she knew it wasn't much of a photo, and her one rule was never to show her face.

After the BJ, Daddy turned her around and asked her to spread her ass cheeks open. Liz obliged, feeling the rush of cool air against her puckered asshole. It felt so naughty to be so exposed. She heard the click of the digital camera taking a photo, and her pussy got a little wetter. Daddy could obviously see the moisture dripping from her cunt because he changed positions and shot a close-up of her sex. His fingers started to play with her slit and push her juices around. And then he took is slick finger and drew it up from the clit, along the slit, past her opening, over her taint, an across her asshole. For a moment it felt so warm because of his touch, and then as his finger left her body, she felt the cold air return, but this time it was colder because it was wet.

Liz had let out a deep moan from the sensation. She felt so good on her knees, ass in the air, hands spreading her cheeks, breasts and face pressed into the bed. She felt so sexy, so receptive, so ready for the fucking that she deserved. She had wiggled her hips in hops of getting what she craved. Daddy seemed to have a different plan.

Daddy had been lubing up her butt plug, and now he was positioning it at her asshole. Despite thinking it was not possible, Liz got wetter at the thought of what was going to come. Daddy started lightly pressing the tip against her, and she did her best to relax and let him push the toy in.

"You like being fucked with the plug, don't you Liz?"

"God yes!."

"Good, cause I like plugging you up. You have no idea how sexy you look right now."

"You're right! Take a picture! Show me what I look like." The words had come out of her mouth before she thought them through. She was so in the moment, feeling so much pleasure that her body craved that she couldn't think about what she just asked for.

Without missing a beat Daddy snapped the photo with the toy partway in, and put the camera down and proceeded to slip it all the way in. She had let out a loud moan and begged Daddy to fuck her with the plug in her ass. It always made her feel so slutty and therefore sexy to have sex with a plug in her ass.

She remembered the day after looking through he photos and coming across that one. At the time she hadn't remembered taking that pic, nor asking for it to be taken. She was shocked at how sexy she looked in it, but felt so naughty that she was nervous to let the world see. What if her neighbors figured out what she was like in the bedroom?

Still, he asked so nicely, and it was such a sexy picture, and god she loved making men hard and wanting her. So with red cheeks and a tingling pussy she attached the photo for the world to see. Liz's hungry ass was being fed by one of its favorite toys and the world was getting a great view of the action. She felt so naughty.

Too horny to keep typing to these guys, knowing that she gave them enough to find the release they want but not enough that they have seen it all, she signed off the computer. It was a hard task for her, but she knew that all the attention that she would receive over night would make it worth it. She so looked forward to reading what they wrote while she was asleep.

She went to the bathroom, brushed her teeth for the night, and got ready for bed. When she got back into her bedroom, she shed her clothes and slipped a nightgown over her head. There was no need to put on panties tonight.

When she got into bed she was disappointed because Daddy wasn't there. It looked like she'd have to relieve herself with some toys instead. She opened the drawer and looked at all of them. Which one should she choose? She thought about the plug that she just shared with the world, but that was something when she wanted a little more time. No tonight she went for her trusty red dildo to get her the relieve she was dying for all day long.

She picked it up and held it for a bit, thinking about all the post she read. She thought about JC's cock with the cum dribbling out of the tip. She started stroking the dildo imaging it was JC. When she saw the picture of what she did for him, all she could think about was being there to have made it happen. Or at least clean up the mess she caused him to make. She smiled to herself in the dark.

The dildo felt so good in her hand, but she needed more. She started to think about JC and how he wanted to lick and kiss her body. And her mind felt JC over her as he explored every inch of her skin with his lips. She was squirming at the thought of it, of how he would be going slowly, savoring her every breath and whimper. Avoiding her tits and pussy, he would expertly kiss, suck, nipple, and trail his lips and tongue over Liz's body. 

How she wanted to feel her body being played like some wonderful instrument. How JC would be able to get the staccato pants and then quickly make her give out a guttural moan. This would be followed by some high pitched whimpers and a finally crescendo of incoherent mumbling and screams. Liz wanted to be cherished like a musician cherishes their instrument. JC's words made it sound like he could be her Mozart.

Still, the thoughts weren't enough for her. She needed more. Liz took the dildo and brought it up to her lips, thinking of Dave and how he wanted her lips locked first in a kiss, and then her lips wrapped around his cock. She presses the dildo to her face and feels the rubber past her lips and can taste the pre cum on Dave's cock. It looked so yummy when she saw the picture. She swirled her tongue around the cock, her fantasies so vivid that she could feel the dildo jump and pulse with her teasing.

Dildo in her mouth she imagined Ms. C nuzzling at her crotch. After the going over that JC did for her, Ms. C would be even softer, gentler, and unlike JC, Ms. C would go right to the crotch. With her thinking of Dave's cock in her mouth, she also started to imagine Ms. C going down on her. Starting by rubbing her nose in Liz's furry crotch. It was pure teasing, right where Liz needed it the most. But Ms. C wouldn't let up. She just kept using her nose to tickle the outer lips, avoiding exactly where Liz needed her. Then the nose parted the lips and ran up from the very bottom of the slit, to the clit. Shaking her head, Ms. C made her nose rub against Liz's clit and slowly let her tongue out. It glided against her slit, not making for either the entrance or the clit. Just a teasing pressure where it would do the most good.

Liz was pushing the dildo down her throat as far as she could now. In her mind Ms. C was teasing her exquisitely and she started to feel the fingers on her thighs, spreading them farther and farther apart. It was all so vivid as she felt Ms. C's tongue travel from Liz's asshole to her clit, and then focus on it.

Liz couldn't breathe anymore; she was panting so hard, so the dildo left her mouth and found its way to her breasts. It fit neatly in her cleavage that she couldn't but help think of Tall's cock titty fucking her. The combination of getting titty fucked and eaten out at the same time was driving her wild. She let out a moan in real life that was louder then she was expecting. But since she was in her own world, it didn't phase her.

She picked up the dildo from her cleavage and imagined handing it over to Ms. C. As she imagined Ms. C rubbing it down from her clit to her hole, Liz did the same thing. And as she pushed it into herself, she imagined Ms. C's smile as her hand guided the toy in. It felt so fucking good to have the penetration that she so craved.

Lost in this fantasy world she wasn't in control of her actions, and she felt as though Ms. C was moving the toy in her at such an intense rate that all she could do was whimper. She was so involved in her mind that when Daddy's mouth clamped onto the nipple on her quivering breast, she didn't even notice.

Daddy just lay next to her feeling her body, adding sensations that were filtered into the fantasy fuck that Liz was participating in. He liked that she was so in her own world that not even his actions made it into her consciousness. Still, he needed some attention.

Daddy leaned down next to Liz's ear and said, "I've been seeing what my girl has been up to, and let me say, teasing a dozen or so guys is really sexy. I want to fuck you for all the guys out there. And after that one with the butt plug, I know a lot of guys want to fuck all three of your holes."

Liz's eyes flew open and gazed into Daddy's. It was a mixture of lust and embarrassment on her face as Daddy leaned down and deeply kissed his Liz.