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Just Like...

By: Zrnko_Pisku



I admit it. I might have indulged too much that evening and then surrounded by all the pungent smoke from my fellow concert goers I wasn't completely in control. I guess she might not have been either because, even though her singing was flawless especially when "...just like a white winged dove..." rang out in the crowded hall, by the time I saw her backstage she seemed a bit glassy-eyed.

Yeah, I had scored back stage passes from a local radio station and sure enough, even in my somewhat inebriated state, I was welcomed in. Oddly I had expected to continue in the imbibing once backstage but where I anticipated seeing endless booze and other mood altering substances everyone was either sipping from bottled waters, sodas or, for the band members, cups of tea.

I tried my best conceal my state as I hobnobbed with Mick, Lindsay and the rest. I was a bit more talkative than normal until she walked in. Immediately I noticed she seemed a bit unsteady so I stepped up and helped her sit down on the couch.

"Wow, I'm just so unaccustomed to all the smoke," she mumbled.

"Yeah and it's... it's... it's not cigarette smoke."

She smiled, "Who are you?"

Nervously I held up my pass and said, "Ah, ugh... backstage pass. Radio contest."

"Did you enjoy the show?"

I nodded, "After all these years... ah I mean to say... I mean, it was like back when I was..."

"When you were a kid? Wow, and buzzed as I am I almost forgot how much I ache. It's hell getting..." She suddenly fell silent dropping her head down into her hands.

"Are you okay?"

Blinking her eyes, "Is it hot in here? I need some fresh air."

Helping her up I held her arm to steady her as she walked to the door. I walked her through the hallway to a door with a big exit sign where a security guy opened the door for her.

"You okay Ms. Nicks?" the guard asked.

"Just need some air," she replied.

The guard eyed me suspiciously but held the door for both of us. Still holding her arm I helped her down a few steps into a small fenced in alleyway. A limo was parked off to one side but the driver must have been inside because we were alone.

Unbuttoning the top two buttons on her blouse she leaned back against the wall and said, "Oh that's better. I thought I was going to pass out. I guess I'm not is as good a shape as I thought I was."

"You look great for..."

"For what? I know, you were going to say for my age. How old do you think I am?"

"I know how old you are... I'm just a few years younger. But you, you look as good as you ever did."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm carrying a lot more than I did back then."

"Nah, not that I can see," I lied.

Cupping her breasts, "Look at these, there enormous now."

"I looked, and they look just great to me."

"Yeah I know you looked... yeah, like just now. Would you like to see them?"

"Yes," I said so quickly she jumped a bit.

"Wow, I guess I know a fan when I see one," she said opening her blouse and easing her shoulder straps down. She then slipped her breasts out over her bra.

They were large, sagging over the bra so that the nipples pointed downward. I just stared in awe of the incredible sight.

I heard her say, "Oh you really are a fan." When I looked up at her I saw she was looking down at my pants where my erection was obvious. "Would you like to touch them?"

Without a word I held my hands out, stopping just short of touching her. She grabbed them and pulled them onto her breast. I kneaded them for a moment and then moved my fingers to her nipples. They were large and firm, nearly as big around as a dime. Leaning forward, I touched my tongue to one of them and when she didn't protest I drew it into my mouth and began sucking.

After a few moments I heard her say, "Damn it must be thirty years since I've done this kind of..." She then grabbed my head pushing downward.

I dropped down onto my knees as she hiked up her skirt with one hand and pulled my head up against her. I felt the soft fabric of her panties brush on my face and could smell the musky scent of her. Pausing I breathed deep letting that wonderful fragrance permeate me.

She then pulled her panties aside giving me access to her delicate lips. I slowly began working my tongue into the tight slit feeling it opening as I pushed. As it slipped in deeper I was flooded with her taste, the earthy tanginess drew me in closer.

I moved my hands up, cupped her ass and worked my tongue in and out until she began to match my thrusts, pushing her hips back and forth. Slipping my tongue from her I worked it up the soft curves of her lips until I found the firm nub of her clit. She moaned as my tongue circled it.

"Yes, yes," she hissed, grabbing my head with her hands. She pressed her hips forward grinding onto me.

I continued, alternating between running my tongue around her clit, sucking her clit in between my lips and moving down and dipping my tongue into her pussy. Moving one hand from her ass, I slowly worked a finger into her and then a second. She was not as wet as I hoped so I pulled them out, put them in my mouth and then slipped them back into her.

With my fingers burrowed deep inside her I continued on her clit until she cried out, "I'm coming, I'm coming." I felt her pussy suddenly pulse around my fingers as she came. I stopped and slowly pulled my head away, leaving my fingers inside until the pulsations stopped. Pulling them out I stood up.

She immediately knelt down, worked my cock out of my pants and began stroking. It was embarrassing how quickly I felt the pleasure build and way too soon I arched my back and came, spurting my cum all over her breasts. Holding onto me she continued stroking until the last droplets fell onto her then she moved her head forward and touched her tongue to the tip of my cock.

Smiling, she stood up, leaned forward and kissed me on the cheek. "Wow, that brought back some..."

"Hey Mike, what are you doing out here? I thought you had a backstage pass."

Shaking my head I looked over at my friend, "I did, I came out here with Stevie."

"Stevie? On a first name basis?"

"Yeah man, her and I just..."

"Just what? I had some security guy ask me if I knew you. Said you were jacking off on their limo."

"No man, I was here with her."

He pointed to the limo where a white fluid glistened on the black hood. Shaking my head I said, "No, she was out here with me. I swear."

"Right, you were out here with Stevie..."

Suddenly the door swung open and several band members including Stevie stepped down the stairs and headed for the limo. Just as she was climbing into the vehicle she looked at me and winked. The car door closed and the limo pulled away.

It was only later, when I reached into my pocket for my keys that I found a pair of panties. Running my fingers over them they felt like...

Just Like A Dream



(I hope the person who wrote the song will forgive my inclusion of it in this story- along with the mention of several other songs which he has written- (and for changing his name to protect the guilty umm…. I mean innocent-) I am not conceited enough to believe I am the subject- but being unable to ask (without embarrassment-) I wrote a piece of Fiction. So J- here’s to you.)

“So- when is the next gig?” Joel asked 

“Well there’s an Open Mike night as Jimmy’s tomorrow- but you know- I’m kinda busy then. Think you can go solo?” Danny asked as they were packing up from the night at the Caribe’ a local college nightspot, just off the campus of App State University.

Joel stared at Danny- unable to believe his ears- An Open Mike? Solo? Was Danny losing his MIND? Joel often performed at functions- but an open mike where he wasn’t doing covers or working with someone else was almost unheard of.

“Yeah- I can give it a shot. But should I do our normal stuff or what?”

“Joel, man, you’ve written some good stuff- Maybe you should give it a test run. It’s a shame I never met the person who inspired you. I wonder what happened to her.”

“You and me both man. I last saw her five years ago- and all I could think about was how I wished I could be the person to make her happy.” Joel snapped the guitar case, stood upright and froze. His jaw dropped in astonishment. Standing across the room- not twenty feet from him was Kayla- the woman he wished he could have lived his life with. She danced through his memory and inspired him as no Muse ever had. HE remembered the brief time that they had spent together- and regretted that he had left her.

She moved away from the bar and sat down at a single table. 

He turned to Danny- “How would you like to meet Kayla, Danny?”

Danny looked at him- “She’s here?”

“Yeah- over there.” Joel smiled “and I am scared as hell- but I am going to say hi”

Kayla watched the young man who had just finished the set with his partner as they were clearing the stage for the next set of performers. She could have SWORN that the blond front man for the group was Joel- an old friend/lover from her past. Since she didn’t hear the introductions-she guessed she would never know. But the voice was very similar- a little more mature- but the same beautiful voice that had haunted HER for years, singing some of the ballads that they both loved. Until she realized that he was approaching her.

“Oh great” she thought “another guy on the make.” She pasted a smile to her face, lifted her drink and nearly choked- it WAS Joel. She hastily set her glass on the table and rose quickly to embrace him.

“Oh my Gods- JOEL- I thought that might be you! How are you?”

“I’m cool- How are YOU dear?” 

“Well- let’s not discuss that here- you were great! I didn’t know you were still performing!”

“Um Kayla- this is Danny- he’s one of the group that I play with-“

The three of them sat down and chatted for a brief period- and Danny excused himself- pleading that he had to go to work.

Kayla rose to leave- “Joel- it was really nice to see you again. I hope I can run into you another time.”

“Kayla- I don’t want to be so vague. Can we talk – now?”

She glanced at her watch- looked around the café and said “no- I have to go.”

“Kay- please- there is something I need to say. I should have said it years ago- but I let fear and other people’s expectations stand in my way. Please- all I ask is a few minutes.”

She sighed-“All right- but I warn you- I can’t stay long. And I need to get out of here. Too many people know too many things. And I have to be careful.”

“Ok- let me put my case in the car- and we can go where you like.”

They climbed in his car-and drove to an old spot that they both knew and loved. Even though it was dark- they got out of the car and walked out onto the rock. Joel spread a cloak that he kept in the car for emergencies on the rocks and they sat down and stared at the stars.

“Kay- we’ve known each other a long time. You know me- inside and out. I love you- and I have since the day you teased me in the talent show about matching outfits- and how great minds thought alike. I was your first love, and I walked on air for months- just knowing that you were mine. We’ve been through heaven and hell together- and you stood by me when nobody else would. You alone stood by me, telling me to follow my dreams.

I only left you because I wasn’t given a choice. I WAS going to go to college- no matter WHAT I wanted with my life.”

Joel paused. “ I regretted leaving you. I regretted even more when I found out you had been through hell- alone- and had no way to tell me that the child you carried- MY child- was miscarried. In a way- it was good- because you got to finish school. But I know it almost killed you, and I wonder that you don’t hate me for leaving you.”

“But Kay- when I saw you several years ago- I wondered if I had made the right choices. I know the Gods sent you to me- and leaving you was the hardest thing I ever did. But you had to decide for yourself who was right for you. I saw you were unhappy- and I felt that intruding- no matter how I felt- would only make it worse. I wanted so badly then to take you and make you stay with ME- and love me. But I knew that I had come in too late. And the only thing to do- was exit. I just prayed you were happy. And I never stopped loving you. I wanted you to know that I am always here for you- and I love you.”

“Joel- This- none of it- can work. Forget me. I’m poison.”

“No”

“Yes- I am- just let go of me- forget me- I’m not worth this.”

“Kay- “

“I’m married Joel. I had no business being there tonight- I have no business here. “

“Does he love you Kay?”

“No” the anguished whisper seemed jerked out of her ”he doesn’t”

As Kay’s sobs echoed through the chill night air- Joel felt closer than ever before. His arms closed about her naturally. 

“Kay- I do- I always have. If it’s being married- I can wait until you decide what you need to do.

“It’s over- I just can’t walk away.”

Joel held her- feeling helpless- “Kay- if you need to leave- pack your bags and go. Nobody will fault you.”

He kissed her gently and- whispered “I’ll have only now- if you will let me.”

When the kisses traveled from her face-and the clothes started coming away- he had no clue- just that in moments- Kay was making love to him in the wild abandon that he remembered sharing with her.

It was as if they had never separated-whispered pet names, and assurances- and an unspoken promise- that they would always be there for each other.

“Kay- come see me tomorrow. I’m performing at an open mike night tomorrow.”

“No.”

“Kay- please” Joel pleaded “you’ve been my muse for so many years- and I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

“Joel-“

“Please- I want you to hear how I feel. Then tomorrow- if you still say no- I’ll walk away- forever if you want me to.”

Kay sighed. She knew that when she got home that she was going to be packing her bags- but to go to someone she hadn’t seen in years or to start over on her own- she didn’t know. She knew that the divorce was final- and all that stood in her way was the fact that she hurt.

“I have one question Joel- if I were free tomorrow- of everything that held me back what would you do?”

“I’d beg you to come with me- start over- and never look back.”

The next night- Joel was more nervous than he had ever been- He’d selected his half hour’s work- pored over it and arranged it just so. He just hoped she’d come to hear it.

He’d planned on opening with Orange Dragon Eyed, then Isle of the Lorelei- then two of her favorite ballads, and ending with Strange kind of Love and Just Like a Dream. The four songs he had written over the years were written for her- and he wanted her to know that he loved her. This was the only way to tell her without fear of rejection.

He saw her enter Jimmy’s just moments before he was supposed to be onstage. She slipped over to him and greeted him with a kiss. 

“Sorry- I got held up. “ She refused to meet his eyes- and he was afraid to ask her. But the bruises on her wrist spoke clearly enough.

“Do you need to get some medical attention?”

“No- I’m ok- I am just not going back there- tonight or ever.”

Joel’s heart soared- and at the same time he was overtaken by a black rage. Who had hurt her-and why was she protecting him?

“Don’t worry about it- He’s already being taken care of.” Kay looked at him with the sardonic grin he remembered. “When have you ever known me not to hit back?”

“Marry me?”

“No- never again.”

“Yo! Joel- you’re up” 

Kay kissed him- “go get ‘em Tiger.”

She made her way into the audience and selected a place where he could see her. She raised her glass and he acknowledged it with a nod. 

“Tonight someone special is here- and I want her to hear these songs and remember.”

Joel began Orange Dragon Eyed- and she remembered the discussions that they used to have about dragons and faeries and other beings- and whether or not they were real- and the Lorelei and the unearthly songs that lured people to their deaths. Then he sang two ballads that they had both loved in school- and as the tears crept down her cheeks- she realized that he was wearing his heart for this entire audience to see. At the conclusion of Strange Kind of Love- she remembered how they used to talk about reading each other’s minds- and how odd it was that they always got together when they needed each other. 

Joel had captivated the audience-women were weeping quietly as he revealed his heart to them. He was giving his love to her before these people- and they wanted to know who this woman was.

Joel sang so plaintively of a love that transcended time- and allowed no barriers.

And she knew that Joel- in his own fashion had told her that he had regretted the past- and wished to change it- if he could have the chance.

She slipped backstage.

When he finished the last song, he looked out into the audience- and she was not there. Joel felt his heart constrict- He knew he had given her his heart. And she had walked away.

The applause thundered through the building- and he could not hear it- He was deaf to everything- save the breaking of his heart.

Then he overheard the voices- one of them was the announcer- and the other was- KAYLA?

He looked off to the wings where Kayla was waiting for him, and he smiled.

He reached out his hand- and she shook her head no.

The announcer gave her a shove, and Joel pulled her onstage.

“Kayla- Lets do Bridge over Troubled Waters for them.” he whispered. 

She acquiesced and they did the duet that had won them several talent competitions. After 15 years- they still harmonized beautifully.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, Kayla Robards and Joel Stevens!”

The applause was deafening- and as they both bowed-

“Joel?” 

“Yes Kayla?”

“I’m coming home.”



Just Like Dad



My dad and I were not really what you’d call close. Since mom and dad got divorced, I spent most of the time at moms and the occasional weekend at dads. They still seemed to be attracted to each other but had their own new friends and lovers as well. At the ripe old age of eighteen, I am still a couple of years away from that magic age when mom says I can start banging some girls. I already go to the chat rooms and, hell, all I have to do is go online and my Messenger Service fills up with chicks from school who can’t wait to get their hands on my six foot frame and 7 inch dick. But mom says I have to wait. At least she doesn’t try to block me from the cool sites with the naked babes and erotic stories; of course, it wouldn’t do her any good to try-I’d figure a way around anything she could put in my way. 

Last weekend, however, things finally got interesting around the old house. My dad was over helping to patch mom’s roof and he promised to take me out to a local beach to cruise the babes. The beaches in this part of Florida are filled during Spring Break with honeys of all kinds. There are young teens getting their first taste of Florida Sun, old broads wrinkling under their beach umbrellas and everything in between. As we walked around the pier we literally stumbled upon a mother/daughter in matching bikinis and with nearly matching bodies. 

Both were tall and lean, about 5’9” and about 130 lbs. The tight yellow elastic clung to their every curve and their nipples were already hard from the combination of sun, stares and dreams. I noticed them first and dad was just a second or two behind me, although he wasn’t watching where he was going, and when he stepped onto a shell on the edge of their blanket, he went crashing down onto the edge of their little staked-out area like a ton of bricks. He made some silly excuse and smiled at the girls who seemed to be amused that he had been so distracted that he didn’t even notice them. 

We all got to chat and discovered that the mom was also recently divorced and the daughter went to the same high school I did. She was even in one of my classes. One thing led to another and soon the girls offered to walk us back to our car and put a Band-Aid on my dad’s (slightly) cut foot. I couldn’t help but notice that the elder Sue (also the daughter’s name) seemed to be steadying one hand pretty far up my dad’s thigh as the other cleaned off his foot. The bulge in Big Rick’s trunks said that he must have noticed too. 

Since it was several miles to dad’s house and only a couple of minutes to my mom’s I asked the girls if they would like to come on over to “my” place for something to eat. It seemed like the least we could do to repay them for their nursing and attention. They agreed and, since mom was out to the store, I let us in and made everybody comfortable in the Living Room. Well, we had barely gotten in the front door when “little” Sue brushed her hand across the front of my tight trunks and asked me quietly if there was someplace we could go to get away from the old folks. “How about my bedroom?” I asked innocently. 

“That sounds great!” was all she had to say and we slipped off to my room and closed the door. The door had barely closed and I turned around to see that both of her high beams were shining at me while her bikini-top was lying in the corner of my room.

“Wanna play?” she asked. Quickly checking that the old folks were still engaged in conversation at the other end of the house, I came back to my room and found little Sue lying seductively on my bed with one foot curled under the other. Her bottom had joined the top scrap in the corner and she had nothing on but a smile. “Bring that sexy bod of yours over here” she demanded. “Show me what you’re made of.” It sounded kind of like a challenge. I had never been known to back down from a good challenge so I whipped off my trunks to reveal my rapidly hardening member. 

She seemed impressed enough and reached over to me and grabbed it with both hands and started to fondle me. Well I may have been 7 inches yesterday (I measured) but I had to be eight inches now. Her eyes kind of bugged out a little and like a flash she had her lips around my dick head and was swirling her tongue up and down the length. It was my first ever blow job and I could feel my nuts getting ready to explode so I asked her to slow down a bit. Rather than slow down she backed off and pulled me down onto her. It took about another three seconds for me to finds that sweet sensitive spot between her legs and about two seconds more for me to impale her with my still growing hard-on. Now her eyes were really bugging out. She was no virgin but had never had anything quite as big as me down there before. A few soft strokes and then one hard one and I was balls-deep in her sweet wet pussy. Her legs automatically popped straight up and wrapped around my back pulling me in with each thrust.

Her titties mashed up against me and I just hoped the bedsprings were not squeaking loudly enough to give us away. A few more thrusts and I was cumming like a racehorse. I filled her up and felt the sperm splashing around and then dribbling out of her wet hole. Her mouth was open and formed in a big circle but she wasn’t making a sound. I’m guessing she was pretty happy with my first performance.

The whole thing had lasted maybe 5 minutes but they were the best five minutes of my life up until now. I was planning on checking back in with the goings on in the other room now but I heard moaning coming from the other bedroom instead. I peeked in the cracked-open door just as my dad was sliding all 8 inches into big Sue’s wide-open mouth. Boy could that lady suck cock! All of dad’s favorite tool slipped into her mouth and pushed on into her throat. I had never watched my dad fuck anyone before and I was a little fascinated with the scene in front of me. 

Little Sue had followed behind me and pressed her still naked body against my back while she tried to sneak a peek too. Dad was now flipping big Sue over onto her belly and was lining up her pussy with his engorged tool. Mom would be mad as hell, I figured that we were using her new house for our carnal lust but that wasn’t going to stop either one of us now. In and out he plowed until with a loud smack he pushed it all the way in and seemed to be burying it ever deeper into her deepest recesses. He pushed against the bed poles and was obviously cumming quite copiously since it was already leaking out onto the bed and forming a wet spot where they were joined.

At this point the door creaked a little and we tumbled into the room. Little Sue had been staring so intently that she had pushed us both into the room. Instead of the furious anger that I expected, the next words I heard were an invitation from big Sue to join us on the bed. My dad shrugged his shoulders and with a wry smile nodded his agreement. “I see your son is almost as well endowed as you are, Rick.,” she said. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.” was his clever retort. 

Then little Sue really surprised me by approaching my dad’s still dripping wet cock and engulfing it almost as well as I had just seen her mom do with her pretty young mouth. Dad wasn’t ready for this but he wasn’t exactly pushing her off either. Most of his cock disappeared from view as little Sue got him hard again. “Ever fuck a ladies ass before?” big Sue asked me. ”Uh, no.” was all I could muster. And then, while little Sue continued to suck my dad, big Sue spread wide her ass cheeks and winked over her shoulder at me. I scrambled onto the bed and placed the head of my dick at the rosy opening that was staring at me. “Be gentle now, big boy.” 

But gentle was not in my vocabulary right now. I pushed my bulbous head about an inch into the tightest opening I had ever even imagined. She clamped down on it immediately and gasped a sigh that was between ecstasy and agony. I grabbed both cheeks with my hands and slowly wriggled forward. “OWWW” she moaned. That feels so good.” I didn’t need any more encouragement. I pushed forward with a few slow strokes and was about halfway in. I checked over next to me and found little Sue now attempting to sit down on my dad’s enormous cock. 

With a practiced effort my dad’s entire favorite pleasure toy disappeared in her pussy. Looking back down at her 30 something mom I made sure that my own toy also would disappear in her backside. She let out a loud scream as I plunged in to the hilt. I don’t know who came next but I know I came almost immediately. My dad was in heaven next to me with a cute young ‘un riding him for all she was worth. Big Sue was spasming as I plunged in, pulled half way out and then plunged in again. 

The bed was getting slimy at this point from a combination of sweat and cum. My dad had a wild look in his eye as he dismounted little Sue and returned his attentions to her mom. “Let me have a little of that, son.” He demanded as he pulled me to the side. Then with one quick thrust he buried himself deep in big Sue’s anus, stretching her an inch or so more than she had just been stretched. In and out he plowed for several minutes until he withdrew with a pop and stroked his cock a few times till he squirted onto her ass and lower back. Right about then I heard the front door open and saw my mom come in and make a bee-line for the bedroom. Little Sue saw her too but the other two were still lost in the throes of passion. “Looks like I missed out on all the fun!” my mom said. 

Dad quickly turned around and said: “Not if you’re as horny now as I remember you being.” He then sprang up from the bed and easily pulled my mom into the room and then onto the bed. With very little resistance he whipped off my mom’s dress and placed her face down on the bed next to the two Sues. “Watch and learn son.” And with that he alternated between my mom and the two Sues, fucking a pussy here, an asshole there, a butt crack over yonder. “Don’t be shy son; come and get some of this for yourself.” he demanded. 

I had never thought of my mom as a sex-toy but….pretty soon I had joined him plunging into a warm wet spot that my dad had just vacated-between my mom's legs. She was a little bit looser that the two women I had just experienced but not half bad. And the idea of actually fucking my mom WAS pretty damn hot! But she wanted more Daddy Dick, so she pushed me out and dad climbed back in while I went and took a few more turns with the Sues. After everybody had done all that they were capable of doing, my mom grabbed first my dad and then me and told us that it was time that the boys lived together again shoved us out to my dad’s car. We never saw the Sues again but I figured the next few years were going to be everything I could have imagined and then some.



Just Like Her Mom.



"Why not?" Conrad said as his cock sank into his daughter's pussy.

The question he was asking was, why not fuck his own little girl. He had just as much right as the next guy to have a taste of her hot 18 year old cunt, maybe more.

But how did it all start? Because at the start of the day he was faithful and content to fuck his – still admittedly hot – wife of 22 years.

It started like all things do sort of without even thinking it was starting, Conrad Hart was a nice respectable man with a pretty good life, Conrad had two nice kids: his boy Paul, a junior in college, and his apple of his eye, his baby girl Clarissa just turned 18 and almost out the door for college herself next year. He also had his sweet sexy wife, Jennifer – Jenny for short – and they had a wonderful life still filled with plenty of hot sex, and all the other lovey dovey perks that come with it. 

Conrad and his wife filled their romantic time you see, with fucking............that's right, not love making.........FUCKING!! 

It isn't that they were not in love, oh yes they were. But they both loved it rough and hard and dirty................the filthier the better Jenny always said to him, as he pounded her in her cunt, or just as often in her tight asshole. 

Looking back what was it then that brought him to the point of slamming his shaft deep into his special little girl Clarissa.............Punkin as he mostly called her.

It started earlier that day, when instead of going to work straight from home for that afternoon meeting and his few hours running the office, got a craving for a burger. He normally ate his breakfast or in the case of a late day like today, his lunch at home before leaving. But today he ran out and as he waved to his little Punkin, Clarissa, herself on her way out to meet her school friend Sharon for cheer practice, he found himself looking at her small near perfect ass sway down the block and felt a sting of sadness. Not sadness that he was going to work or had missed lunch but that here he was, 44 years old and soon his daughter would be gone. Off to college just like Paul she planned to stay in the dorms. Conrad sighed, "Oh crap, why is she growing up? Please honey stay home with daddy." Maybe it was melancholy, maybe wanting to feel young again – be twenty six again and holding his infant daughter – whatever it was he found himself thinking about taking the kids and his wife to Cappy's.

Cappy's was a dive, not a nice family restaurant but his kids loved it and before the kids he took Jenny there after class many a day, when they were dating. Conrad looked at his watch, saw he had no time to stop, and didn't give a shit. So he called work and said he had a family emergency; parked the car and went inside sliding into a booth ordering the usual: burger fries, and coke. Ahhh yes, a man needs a meal from his youth when he feels old.

As he began to devour his huge burger he surveyed the surroundings and thought, things look very much like always don't they. Boy's and girl's from the local high schools cutting class, moms and their kids have lunch before going to shop at the nearby mall. It was all just like always. 

"Yeah, yeah, you bet it was great. Man what a fucking mouth this girl had. My dick felt incredible." Conrad's ears pricked up at this series of sentences. He realized he was hearing the three boys behind him, obviously talking about some local high school tramp. 

He always wondered how one girl could be so good and respectful and sweet like his Clarissa, and sitting right next to her in class, the next girl – most likely from the same background – might be the school tease, or even its slut. Conrad Hill felt his cock stir thinking about some hot teen slut with her mouth jammed down on one of these boys' cocks. 

Then he heard this: "Really? Man what a lucky shit you are Billy, who is she?"

"Clarissa Hill"

"Oh man! That girl is so hot, but she is such a tight ass, how did you get her to suck your dick? I mean she don't even date, boys," the kid chuckled. "Shit we thought she was a dyke."

Conrad's chest tightened as he listened to the teenagers talk. My girl? How can it be he thought, as he continued to listen his burger now in its plate. 

"Well she ain't a dyke that's for sure," the lucky blow-job recipient said.

"Did she let you fuck her?" a third boy said.

"No the bitch told me she was – get this – saving her cherry for true love."

"Fuck no!" 

"Yes she did...........she actually said she is saving her virginity for her true love. But here's the real deal. I found out she doesn't date at school but she sucks lots of cock. She's a fucking slut, just not at school, I my friends are the lucky first at school." 

The boys hooted and laughed, then calmed down and continued to listen.

"She picks up guys around the college and sucks them off; sometimes she takes a guy in an alley and blows him. She loves it in her mouth but get this she usually pulls it out and sprays it over her face too."

Conrad sat with his face white. Another voice – the second boy said, "What a cum slut piece of shit man, and to think I thought she was little miss prim and proper."

"That's enough!" Conrad stood looking down at the three high school boys. His angry face and tone of voice told the boys, who were about to tell him to buzz off, that this guy wasn't someone to mess with right now.

"Do you scumbags know that this girl you guys are talking about is someone's fucking daughter? Someday you jackasses might have one. Keep it in mind." As he turned around he stopped at the counter and paid for his food and left, leaving behind the three dumbfounded kids in their booth.

Conrad never went to work but rather drove back to his house and found a note from his wife; it said she wouldn't be back until late tonight maybe after midnight, because her mom wasn't feeling great and she was going to stay with her until her brother got a home attendant to come for the night. He said it wouldn't be until late evening, she wrote in her note. Jenny asked if he could get something delivered for him and Clarissa tonight. 

Conrad Hill looked at the pictures in the living room of his daughter; they ranged in age from infancy until her fairly recent 18th birthday party. How in the world this could be, Conrad thought to himself, that she could become a dirty joke among boys at school. How does my little girl become a fucking dirty back alley cocksucker, how? Hearing the door slam he was snapped back to reality, he glanced at the clock and saw it was already 5:00. "Daddy? Mommy? You guys here. Oh, hi Daddy, where's Mommy?" Conrad stared at his daughter and could only picture her on her knees in an alley. He felt his penis stir in his pants, and his stomach clench as soon as he felt it and knew he found it a turn on to think about, a turn on, but also a horrible disappointment to him.

"Daddy what's wrong," Clarissa said, her voice trembling.

"Momma is at grand's she won't be back 'til late"

"Okay, but Daddy is everything else a-alright?"

Conrad looked at his daughter, and thought, look at her. And look he did, and she was hot, very hot, as hot as her mom. She had long red hair and full lips. Her hips weren't wide but they fit her height perfectly, and her legs in her short cheer outfit were not long but were just gorgeous, the shape amazing, just like her mother's.

"Do you have anything you want to tell me Clarissa?" Conrad spoke firmly using a tone he had rarely used on his daughter even when she was little. 

Clarissa shook a little and found she couldn't stop shaking, and said, "What do you mean Daddy....sir?" 

Suddenly her fathers hand flicked out and she almost heard it before she felt it; a sound like a slap, and then she realized her father had hit her. For the first time since she was.............she couldn't even remember when, her daddy had hit her. 

Clarissa's face blossomed in pain, as the shock wore off. Tears began to form and she burst out in a torrent of them.

"Oowww, Daddy what did I do?" 

SMACK!! SMACK!! Twice more her fathers hand lashed out across her face red marks forming, and Clarissa stepped back and fell into the chair behind her, with her skirt high and her legs splayed wide. Conrad looked at his daughters open legs and her exposed panties, they were white and virginal looking. 

Conrad felt his own hand throb, and just like that knew he had hit his daughter; almost at once he fell to his knees in front of her and tried to grab her in his arms, tell her he was sorry. But she pulled back crying out to him, "Please Daddy please, don't hit me anymore please!" 

'No baby, Daddy is so sorry. He didn't mean it I lost my temper."

"But Daddy why?" she said, and then, Clarissa's eyes went wide. 

"Oh no Daddy you know about......" Conrad nodded.

His daughters' whole body, Conrad saw, began to shake and she started to sob louder than ever. She cried out, "I am so sorry daddy, I don't know why I do those things I just can't h-h-help i-it"

"But what do you mean angel?" Conrad said softly. "What can't you help?" 

Clarissa looked up at her father and sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand.

"I just well have.......you know.......it's embarrassing Daddy." Clarissa looked down at her feet. "I have these feelings and I try not to give in but I can't stop it, I feel like I need you know, sex." The teen's hands pressed together as she spoke.

"I used to be able to feel better by playing with my pus – my vagina – Daddy, but after a while I would feel like I needed sex all the time and I figured maybe I was like Mommy is."

"What do you mean honey like Mommy," said Conrad. 

'You know a n-nympho."

Conrad stood and laughed and pulled his daughter to her feet. "Honey what are you talking about? Mommy just likes to well, make love is all."

Clarissa's eyes tilted up to her daddy's. She pressed her chin into his chest and held on tight; Conrad could feel his daughter's soft young breasts pressing to him.

"But Mommy told me she was you know, a nympho and that she can't do without your........" Clarissa shivered with embarrassment. 

"My cock honey?" Conrad felt his cock shift as it pressed into his daughter's tummy. 

"Yes Daddy, she said she always needed sex so bad, but she never let on. She told me when I talked to her about it, that she always has to struggle to be faithful, but she is because she loves you so so much. She said that.............it's good.........oh Daddy......she said if you didn't fuck her so good she wouldn't know what to do. 

I asked her what to do and she said I had to find a boy who could help me feel satisfied, but it should be someone I love. 

"But Daddy, I don't like any boy's I go to school with, so I thought maybe I could just do it with anyone, but I couldn't. So I would you know do that other thing, and it would make me feel so sexy that I would play with my pussy and think of what a slutty thing I did, and I would cum hard. So very hard, Daddy."

Conrad listened to his daughter and ran his hands up and down her spine and felt her shiver and pull harder to him.

In his fog and arousal he thought, why not Clarissa? If his wife is a slut at heart, and still his sweet lover and the mother of his children, then why not his daughter. Slut or no she was still his little girl, and he now felt hard and stiff and knew where it was going, and what he thought his baby girl really wanted to say.

"Do you want Daddy to fuck you baby?" Conrad held his finger under her chin so she had to look in his eyes.

"Yes Daddy."

"Do you want to be Daddy's fucking little slut?" Conrad used the language he would use on her mother to see if, indeed she was like her mom.

"Yes please, Daddy," she gasped. "Make me a slut for you" 

Conrad grabbed his baby girls' arms and turned her roughly so her back was to him, and closed his hands over her small tits. He squeezed hard making her gasp in pain, but also in pleasure. "Oh Daddy, yes............oh hurt me Daddy I am bad please Daddy, fuck me Daddy, I saved my cherry for you Daddy. I knew you would be the first"

"You did, baby? A slut like you and you saved your cherry," Conrad said in a stern fatherly, but somewhat contemptuous voice. "I find it hard to believe that."

Clarissa shook and reddened with embarrassment. "It's true Daddy, I did I saved it for you," Clarissa whined in a little girl voice like she did as a child, or when she wanted to manipulate her father. 

Conrad wasn't falling for it and if she wanted to be treated like her mom was then he would show her how to be a man's fuck toy. Conrad also found himself wondering about his wife, Jenny; how she had told their daughter such things knowing that - at least from the things Clarissa had said she would be turning their little girl into a total cum-slut to be. He knew he would have to confront her, but right now, he had his little girl to take care of. His daughters ass, firm and rounded ground against his cock and he knew she was going to get more than one load of cum both in her and on her today.

He roughly grabbed his daughters hair and began to pull her by it to the couch and bent her forward over it, and then flipped her skirt up over her hips with his over hand and tore at her thin cotton panties, they began to shred under his assault. All the while Clarissa whimpered and cried at the pain coming from her hair being pulled, and then moaned a little as her own father exposed her tight ass. Even when she was behaving like a common street whore, sucking men's cocks in back alleys. She had never let them see her body or manhandle her like this. But now she felt her juices begin to flow and her pussy start to leak, it both excited her and caused her to be mortified to know her daddy could probably see her now wet and soaked cunt. She felt her juices dripping down her inner thighs.

Conrad saw how wet his little girl was and saw red, he thought, "What a fucking tramp," he said, and then realized he had said it out loud causing his daughter to shake and cry louder.

"You are a fucking little whore aren't you?" 

Conrad punctuated his words this time by bringing his hand down across his daughters' smooth teenage ass. 

SMACK!! 

"You piece of shit twat, my own little angel a fucking back alley cock sucking whore." 

SMACK!!

Clarissa couldn't remember being more humiliated............... or more turned on in her life. It was, for her as if a light bulb had gone on and she was alive at last. Awake for the first time. She had sucked cocks but this was something else. Daddy was punishing her; calling her names treating her like she was just another cunt. She couldn't figure out why this was a dream, but it was. Clarissa's cunt was burning as her father spit out one obscenity after another and followed it with a vicious slap at her ass.

She could feel her ass burning and also knew that he was hitting it hard enough to bruise as well. Clarissa wallowed in the punishment, and didn't care how much it hurt.

Conrad was in flame, his cock hard about to rip out of his pants, it almost hurt it was so hard. He thought he wished his wife were here so he could slap her for helping to turn his punkin into a whore............. yes he would spank her too............ later.

"You like this don't you, you fucking whore?" he said to his moaning daughter.

"Yes Daddy, yes!" Clarissa groaned as her daddy ran his hand over her abused ass cheeks.

Conrad pulled her to her feet turned her and ripped her sweater and button down shirt open and tore at her small bra. 

"Get this shit off!" 

He pulled and tugged as his daughter stood passive until she was naked as a newborn. He stood back and looked at her and pointed to the floor in front of him and said, "On your fucking knees you cunt."

Clarissa dropped quickly and put her hands behind her back, knowing instinctually that her daddy would want this. She knew she was right when she raised her tear stained face to see him smile and nod. 

"What a good little slut you are. You know how to submit; you are just like momma aren't you after all?" 

Clarissa's father undid his pants and dropped them to the floor and kicked them away from himself. He looked down and suddenly smacked his daughter on her cheek. 

"Did I ask you a question? When your father asks you something you answer young lady. Fucking cunt hole bitch. I hope you understand me now!" 

Clarissa thought back and suddenly said, "Yes sir I am like Mommy, I am I'm a slut a whore, a fucking fuck toy!"

Conrad smiled at his beloved little angel and said, "Now suck on your daddy's cock like a good slut."

Clarissa went right to work on his shaft taking it in her mouth deeply on the first try. Her mouth sucked loudly and wetly. 

Conrad loved wet dripping blowjobs, the more messy the better. His daughters chin already was covered in spit and drool as her blonde head bobbed over her fathers cock.

"Good girl you suck cock so good you fucking little whore. You take after mom in so much, you fucking cunt." 

Conrad grabbed his daughter's head and began to fuck her mouth hard, harder maybe than he ever had fucked her mom's face. He rammed his slut daughters face like it was a cunt slamming his cock into her throat; he heard her gag and couldn't care less he realized. She was no longer his daughter just another hole to fuck, and after 22 years of marriage he had not had another hole in a long time.

Clarissa kept her eyes looking up at her daddy, like she knew in her heart he would want it. As her daddy pushed his thick cock – all 8 inches of it - into her throat she struggled to breath, but never tried to get her daddy to stop. Being a good girl; a good slut, was paramount to her at this moment.

Conrad watched drool drip down his daughters chest and onto her thighs as he fucked her face more and more violently. He felt his cum rising and eased up and fucked her throat more slowly, but no less deep. Clarissa moaned, "hhmmphtmmm .......... mmmm," as he fucked her face. 

"Oh, oh Daddy's gonna............. cum soon.......... get r-ready. Get ready to suck it down you fucking slutty whore." 

His cum began to rise; Conrad's cock pulsed, and as it throbbed in her mouth Clarissa moaned loudly as her wet mouth was filled up.

"AHHHHH.............. YESSSS............. DADDY'S CUMMMMINNNGGGG!!!!!"

Clarissa gulped and swallowed over and over trying to smile up at her daddy as she did but gagging somewhat on his sticky load. Cum leaked out the corners of her mouth as she could not swallow it all as it came out.

"AAAHHHHHH," Conrad sighed as his cock slowly deflated and he pulled it from his little girls' 18 year old mouth. He looked down at his daughter as she smiled up at him and tried to scoop as much spunk as she could up into her mouth with her fingers.

"Mmmmm Daddy, it's so so very yummy," she said as she licked and cleaned his cock head next.

Conrad petted his daughters hair gently now and cooed to her, "You did such a good job for Daddy, and he is very proud of his little girl."

Clarissa found her body to be buzzing with happiness, and pain, and love, and humiliation. She felt both hurt by her Daddy's abusive words earlier and deeply in love with him all at once, and she found it all rather confusing, not at all like mommy described it, but still good and exciting.

Clarissa felt herself being lifted by her hair. Daddy had a handful and was lifting her from the floor, so as she felt this she put her feet and knees to work and lifted her weight herself, thus easing the strain and the pain from the hair pulling.

"Now Daddy is going to fuck that slutty box and take that cherry with his big daddy cock," Conrad said as she got to her feet. "Would you like that?" 

"Yes Daddy," Clarissa said meekly as she thought she should to please her father, and indeed it did as she was rewarded with a big smile and a not un-gentle pat on her cheek.