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Emma's Desire

By: MDF251



Deb and I sat at the kitchen table, that afternoon, waiting for our room mate to arrive. Dano had called, stating he was running late and had one last stop before heading back and was there anything we needed? Deb asked me and as I shook my head she told Dano, no nothing we needed and to drive careful.

We sipped wine, as our conversation covered the past work week and what, if anything, we were going to do that evening. Of late, our sex life had been fading and neither of us really understood why. So, we shifted the conversation towards that fact and how we could 'spice up" our lives, perhaps over the weekend, with the right plans. 

A short time later, our dog let us know Dano was coming down drive way and so we ended the conversation before anything was really decided. Deb looked disgusted and I could only shrug my shoulders. Dano's time with us was growing short, that much I knew and half suspected that his presence was doing our sex life no good at all. Deb got up and made like she was busy, when Dano approached the door calling out, "Hey-HO! I finally made it. Hope you guys don't mind, but I brought someone home with me!" and smiled as he walked through the door.

"Hi ya Dano. How'd your day go?" I queried him. "Who ya got there with ya?" I asked before he had chance to reply to my first question.

"Oh...Oh, just a young lady I almost ran over!" he quickly responded, turning to motion her inside.

"What?" Deb and I said almost simultaneously. "What the hell Dano... almost ran over?" I said, as Deb looked at me and I at her, both of us shocked at the news.

"Aww, nothing quite that bad, but almost. She was standing in the street crying and I almost backed over her when I left Bruce's house" he responded, as he grabbed her hand and literally dragged through the door. "Mike... Deb... this is Emma." He said, introducing her to us.

"Hi Emma." I said. "Hello, Emma." Deb piped in, right after me.

And that was that, we had met Emma and from the looks of her she needed a place to relax for a while. A bit dirty, red eyed and shaking with apprehension she softly, almost to low to hear said, "Hi. Hope I'm not intruding?"

"Not at all." Deb replied and pointed out a chair for her to sit in.

Emma sat quietly, as Dano went over the story again and we listened. Every now and then trying to smile at the funny way Dano was trying to explain it all. Not wanting to embarrass her further I paid more attention to Dano and Deb patted her on the arm a few times trying to let her know it was going to be OK. Finishing up, Dano looked at me and asked, "You think Emma could stay the night? She really has no where to go."

I looked at Deb, raising my eyebrows and shrugged my shoulders. Deb took the lead and looked at Emma telling her, "Sure, hun. You can stay." And added, bet you'd like to get cleaned up, huh?" Emma smiled shyly at Deb, nodded her head and off they went to the bathroom. A short time later Deb returned with Emma's clothes and said she was taking a bath. "I'll be right back. Just gonna throw her things in the wash." Deb said to us.

Dano and I talked while Deb was busy, in low tones, as he explained a little more. Emma was 21 and had been knocking around Maui for the past couple of years. Since leaving home, she had, apparently, been taking up various living places with guys that found her sexually attractive and she was "looking" again. I raised an eyebrow at Dano, this time, and said, "No shit! That's too bad!" About then, Deb returned and we chatted until Emma was done and entered the kitchen, and what a site!

Deb had given her one of my long sleeve dress shirts to put on. On her it looked like a robe, except for some very obvious differences. There she stood, arms hanging down and crossed in front of her. Her hair, still wet, hung like ribbons of blonde silk, well past her shoulders. She small perky breasts had soaked the front of the shirt and her nipples stood out hard and proud. Her face was beautiful, with a small well shaped mouth and bright blue eyes, now that she had stopped crying. Staring at her, I remembered Dano's words, but swore she didn't look a day over 18. 

Emma smiled weakly and walked over to sit down. She plopped down and raised her knees to hide the wet portion of the shirt, wrapping her petit arms around her legs and said, "Thanks you guys. That felt really good." We smiled at her and Deb offered her a glass of wine.

"White or Red wine, Emma?" Deb asked as she got up. "Red wine, please." Emma replied and started to relax a little. 

We talked for an hour or so and the wine did its trick on Emma. She smiled more and loosened her grip on her legs, soon dropping her knees altogether and setting back. I loved the view and couldn't take my eyes off her breasts and those perky nipples.The talked turned to what we did and naturally we wanted to know what Emma thought she might like to do. Eyes gleaming, for the first time, and with an absolute straight face, she announced, "Oh. I really want to be porn star!" Dano started to stammer, I chuckled and Deb raised her eyebrow at me, this time.

"Well, guess I ought to get us something more to drink!" Dano said and got up from the table. I'll back in a while and he headed for the door. Dano never was one for open and frank discussions, especially when sex was involved, and his obvious embarrassment showed. He waved good-bye and left, as we reminded him to drive careful because he'd already had a couple of beers. "Ya, I know." He said and disappeared in the night. Dano would not show up again until that next week.

Deb turned to Emma and asked, "Wha...what made you decide on that?" "Ya," I joined in.

"Well, all the guys I've been with tell me I'm really good, and I know those girls make really great money. Besides, I love having sex!" She beamed back at us.

"A lot of experience then?" I asked, almost choking on my wine. 

"Ya, I'd love to hear about a few. Ever been with another woman?" Deb added in, as I shot a glance at her, as if to say, "Whoa, a little fast there aren't you?" She ignored me.

Emma never batted an eye and answered Deb quickly, "No... not yet, but I'd love to. I keep my pussy shaved clean. You know... for those close ups and when women do that clit to clit rubbing. It sounds like so much fun." And she giggled softly. It was Deb's turn and she took it, shooting a glance at me that said, "There smart ass... not so fast after all!

"I have to pee, but I'd love some more wine, if it's OK with you two?" Emma asked, getting up from the table. She stood and turned lightly away and I watched her tight little ass jiggle. Sensing I was watching her, she looked over her shoulder and raised the shirt up, wiggling her butt for me before she left. "Nice isn't it?" she called back as she entered the hall way. 

I got up to get wine for Emma and upon my return I found Deb and Emma, head to head talking low and giggling. As I approached they both looked at me and smiled. I saw Emma's shirt open, wide enough for her perky little breasts to be seen and Deb's hand playfully rubbing one nipple. 

"Her tits are really nice, Michael!" Deb said, grinning at me. "Come here and feel for yourself, she has nipples almost as big as mine!" she added. I couldn't resist and after pouring Emma more wine, I reached down and felt her breasts, taking a long, slow feel around her nipples. "When your right, your right Deb!" I said, with raspy voice, feeling my cock rising.

Emma giggled and said, "I'm glad you like them. I know you liked my ass! But, Deb told me something I don't believe and I hoped you'd prove it."

"What's that?" I said, still squeezing tits and massaging her hard nipples.

"She told me that I could put both hands around your cock and the head would still stick out. Is that true?" and she giggled all the more. "Anyway, I'd like to try it and see if she's right!"

Deb stepped around to my right and began undoing my pants, giving Emma a clear look at my cock, as Deb unveiled it. Grabbing the waste band of my pants, Deb jerked them down quickly catching my enlarging cock and making it bounce, as it came free of my pants, to the obvious delight of Emma. Emma cupped her face cheeks with both hands and made an O with her cute lips, and said, "Ooooh my! Deb I think you might be right!" Slowly Emma reached out with one small hand and placed just 2 fingers on my cock head, squeezing lightly. In seconds I was rock hard, my cock pointing up and out, straight at Emma. 

Deb winked at Emma and said, "See! I wasn't lying, was I? Grab him Emma and try the two hand thing, go ahead!" Deb told her, as she stepped around behind Emma and began massaging her tits again.

Emma reached out with both hands and gently wrapped one hand around my cock, at its base, with her eyes wide she felt the thickness there and then quickly grabbed my cock with her other hand, placing it just above the first. "Oh My God!" she mouthed the words, as they never came out. "You are big! Look how much of your dick is sticking out above my hands! She exclaimed excitedly, as she gave me a tight squeeze.

"Wha'd ya think Emma? Think we could have some fun with his cock? Deb said, laughing. Deb released Emma's breasts and asked her to help get her clothes off, as I finished removing my pants and shirt. I watched as Emma took the time to suck on Deb's nipples, getting them hard before helping with her shorts. Emma stood behind Deb and gently tugged Deb's shorts down, placing her tongue in Deb's ass crack on the way down. Looking around Deb's butt, Emma smiled at me and watched my eyes as she slid her hand between Deb's legs and sank her fingers into Deb's pussy.

"Whoa, that feels damn good Emma!" Deb squealed, with delight and grabbed my cock to steady herself. Emma winked at me and giggled. "I told you I was pretty good!" "Hey, let's go down to living room." I said, adding, "Before Deb rips my cock off and you don't get to play with it Emma!"

"I'm going to get the camera!" I announced, as the girls walked off for the living room. It was a great view of their ass's jiggling together, one tanned and brown, the other creamy white. I whistled softly to myself and went for the camera.

As I approached the living room, with my cock swaying back and forth like a divining rod in search of pussy, I heard the moans and gasps and called out, "Hey, no fair you two! You started without me." And sure enough, there Debra laid, legs splayed wide, Emma's tight, firm, creamy white ass sticking up, with her head buried between Deb's legs, eagerly licking her pussy and sucking her clit. I had no intention of stopping the action and readied my camera. 

I took pictures as I went down into the living room, getting long shots first, that gradually turned into the fantastic up-close shots, we all loved later on. I moved around and took pictures from every angle and position, noting just how lovely and inviting Emma's ass was. I sat down behind Emma and took an entire series of her ass and pussy, as she worked Deb over. Seeing she was on the rag, I couldn't help myself and snapped a shot as I began pulling the cotton pony out. I heard Emma cry our softly, but she never stopped and I completed the extraction. 

Deb was moaning louder and louder and I knew by the way her legs were shaking Emma had her on the verge of coming and took pictures of her face as Emma finished her off and Deb screamed out with delight. Emma turned, looking at me and smiling from ear to ear, as I captured her face. Her lips were enlarged from the sucking and covered with Deb's pussy juice, some running down her chin. She stuck out her tongue, closed her eyes and gave me another great shot. "Awesome!" was I all I could say. Emma smiled broadly and said, "That was wild, you pulling my cotex out! I've never had guy do that!" 

"He likes doing it. I 'm glad too because I'm always so horny when I'm on the rag!" we heard Deb chime in from the floor. Emma got up and sat on the arm of the sofa, looking very satisfied and happy that she done well with her first lesbian experience. 

"Oh my, you aren't done yet girl friend!" we heard Deb say as she rose up from the floor. 

"No way!" I offered, and watched as Deb walked up to Emma, mouth slightly open and slid her tongue in Emma's mouth for a long, deep and wet kiss. As they embraced I took Emma's hand and placed on my cock and she began stroking me. I took another great shot, that captured their embrace, Emma and Deb's tits touching and Emma's hand working my cock. This was just the excitement we had needed!

Deb released Emma and announced she had a toy to get and watched Emma's face light up, while still holding my cock. "You play with that and I'll be right back" Deb said and turned to leave. I stepped in front of Emma, camera ready. Emma gave me several great shots while Deb was gone. The best one as she pulled her lips away from my cock, with a long string of pre-cum stretching out between her lips and my cock head, looking directly up at my camera, eyes alive with sexuality. "You two having fun." Deb asked returning from her mission.

"God Deb, you are so lucky. Mike's cock is great and so big! It's just awesome to suck on!" Emma giggled with delight. "This girl is absolutely photogenic!" I said, smiling as Emma rubbed the head of my cock vigorously, like she was tousling the hair of a small child's head. Deb laughed and said, "Great! I've got some more fun. Are guys ready?"

Emma nodded her head eagerly and I smiled, knowing I was ready. "OK then. You two get over here and bend over the couch, and Mike give me that damn camera." Deb said, in a commanding voice. Emma and I did as she asked and Emma grabbed my hand looking at me, as if to say, "What's she going to do?"

Emma's eyes widened as she felt the lubricant running down the crack of her ass and giggled as my face showed the same thing was happening to me. Deb began massaging Emma's ass and rectum, and mine, at the same time. "This is way fun!" we heard Deb say and Emma reached to kiss me. Emma bit my lip in the process, when Deb had slid her finger up Emma's rectum, causing her to jerk and rise up on her toes. Emma placed her free hand up to her mouth, eyes wide, just ready to scream out, when I saw her relax, drop down and allow Deb's finger to go deep inside her. I was next, and Deb knew from experience, with strap ons, that anal experiences were fun for me. It made me harder, if that's possible! 

Deb worked our rectums well, making sure we were both lubricated sufficiently, including adding another finger to finish the job. "Alright, I think you two are ready! Emma, you come over and lie back on the arm of the couch. Keep your hips on the arm and spread those legs wide girl friend!" Deb commanded. 

"Mike, get your ass over there and kneel down in front of Emma's pussy!" Deb, likewise, commanded me. I grinned, took my place and remember thinking, "My how authoritative we are!" "Relax Emma. Mike's going to spread you pussy lips and suck your clit for a while. He can also stick his tongue in your pussy, but he can't make you cum! Understand?" Deb asked me and Emma in the same sentence.

"Sounds yummy!" Emma squealed with delight.

"Get going Mike and don't screw it up! Deb stated forcefully.

I did as commanded and opened Emma's labia wide, exposing her clit, already enlarged with anticipation of the licking it was about to get. I started in and heard the camera start to click away. Emma moaning softly at my tongue pressure, gasping as I entered her pussy for deep, long licks, Emma's legs had just started the tell tale signs of shaking and her tummy shudders were small, but I knew they would be growing, when I felt Deb's hands on my ass, spreading my cheeks and inserting a vibrating bullet up my rectum and giggling. Finished with me, I felt Deb's hands under my chest, as she spread Emma's ass cheeks and slid the second bullet into Emma's ass, much to Emma's surprise as she screamed out, "Oh my God, what the hel... and trailed off when Deb turned on the vibrating control.

"You like that girl friend?" Deb asked. "Oh Jesus yes. It's so intense!" Emma cood, and with that, Deb began to play with the controls. She sped up vibrations for a while and then back off, she put it pulse mode and giggled with delight as Emma's pelvis shuddered with each pulse. Settling on one speed, high!; Deb reached down and began to stroke my cock, as I continued to suck and lick Emma's clit, telling me, "You can make Emma cum now, but tell me when you're ready. I want to pull out your ass bullet and save your cum for the two of us, Emma and me!" 

It was a short time later that Emma exploded. Her hips shuddered violently several times, as she held my head tight to her pussy, yelling out, "Suck my clit harder! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" I grabbed Deb's hand and pulled it away from my cock and she jerked the bullet from my ass, way to close to cumming myself, I concentrated on Emma's desire. Emma had filled my mouth with her pussy juice and as I pulled my head away, Deb snapped a picture capturing the juice running down my lips onto to Emma's pussy. Smiling, I reached and slowly pulled the still vibrating bullet from Emma's ass and she let out a squeal of delight, while Deb capture the moment once again.

"Oh my God, Oh my God... God how intense was that. I still feel my ass vibrating and I'm getting these after shocks, like I can't stop cumming!" Emma squealed. "I know the feeling!" Deb chimed in, and grabbed Emma's hand.

'"Come on girl friend, let's get Mike off and share his cum!" Deb said, jerking Emma upright.

Playfully they wrestled me to the floor. Emma laid on top of me, her legs spread, and her still wet pussy within reach. Deb lay across my legs, holding me down and grabbed my cock first, Emma following close behind and they began to lick my cock and giggle. They spread a saliva trail and took turns licking it off and sucking the head of my cock, occasionally kissing one another and then attacking at the same time. I slipped my thumb in Emma's pussy and my index finger in her rectum and massaged that barrier between the two, as she squirmed and raised her hips up and down to make me go deeper. 

I heard Emma whisper to Deb, "I don't know if I could take his big cock in my ass, but I sure would love to try!" "Not today girl, not to day!" was Deb's reply and they giggled more.

Deb and Emma felt my shudders and knew I was very close. Not wanting me to remove my hold on her, Emma carefully lifted her leg and sat on my hand, trapping my fingers in her. Deb got off my legs and they both helped me to sit up. "Don't let go of me." Emma pleaded, as I raised to my knees. They both bent over, mouths open, and tongues out, ready at the head of my cock, that I was now furiously pumping with my free hand.

"I'm cumming!" I cried out and placed the first jism blast into Emma's open mouth, quickly moving my cock to shoot the next load in Deb's. That's when they came together, each claiming half of my cock head and battled for who could get more cum. Nearly spent, the girls took turns sucking me until they were sure I had nothing left to offer them. I removed my fingers from Emma and she pouted about it for a short while, before telling me to sit down before you fall down! 

I lay down on the rug and the girls put their heads on my stomach. I listened as they talked, giggled and played with my cock and balls. I was spent, exhausted and a very happy camper, and I as drifted off I heard Emma tell Deb, "You guys are awesome. I love your pussy and Mike's cock is just too much. You think I'll be a porn star, Deb?"

"You sure have a capacity for it Emma! You have the looks and the talent, I guess it's up to you, as to how far you want to go, girl." Deb replied. "Hey, let's get big boy here up and go to bed, OK?"

"Great! But one last thing, Deb, do you think tomorrow Mike would help me with anal sex?" Emma asked innocently.


Emma's Desire



Prologue

Emma had told her father that she probably wouldn't be home before twelve, but not later. Here it was only ten p.m. and she was home already. A fight had been started by some of the rougher boys at the under twenty-one club. Emma and her girlfriends decided to call it a night. She unlocked the front door and entered the house as quietly as possible in case her father was asleep in his recliner with the TV still on, as happened sometimes.

The living room was dark. A night light was on over the stove in the kitchen and the family room was deserted. As Emma headed down the hall she saw the blue-light flickers of a TV coming from her father's bedroom and heard noises that could only be his TV. She decided to let her father know she was home and walked down to his doorway. The door was half-open. Then she stopped dead in her tracks. Her father had a porn video playing on his flat-screen TV. This didn't really surprise Emma. What surprised her was that the woman in the video, who was sucking on a rather large cock, had very black hair and very blue eyes, much like the bitch, her mother, Rachel.

From where Emma was standing, she couldn't see her father on his bed, nor could he see her, which was just as well when she heard him begin to grunt and gasp and cry out softly, "Rachel. Rachel."

Embarrassed, Emma quietly turned and just as quietly went to her bedroom and closed her door without make a noise. Then the tears welled up in her eyes. After six years her father still carried a torch for his ex-wife who'd left him for a rich man. No matter how much Emma urged her father to start dating again, he wouldn't. She sighed as a tear rolled down each cheek. It was her desire to somehow get her father out of his self-pitying mind state and become sexually active with other women again. But how?  

Chapter 1.

Emma Nilsson was thirteen when her parents divorced. She saw it coming so she wasn't totally devastated by it. Actually, she thought her mother, Rachel, was more than a bit of a bitch. Always nagging her father, Adam, about money. Always wanting more. Her father had a good job, a job that he loved. He worked for the State as a bridge design and repair engineer. To him it was his dream job, as far as a paying job went, but he wasn't going to get rich. Still, his income was above average and they lived comfortably in River City.

Then her mother who, at age thirty-one was an above average attractive woman which even Emma could see, met Ethan Campbell, a forty year old real estate mogul from Southern California, and it was lust at first sight on the both sides. With Rachel it was about Ethan's wealth. With Ethan it was about Rachel's physical beauty, including her well-done fake tits, her beautiful face and her tanned and trim body, not to mention that she was nine years younger than him and was often thought to be in her twenties. 

Rachel and Ethan had met at a political fundraiser in River City when Emma was twelve. By the time she was thirteen her parents were divorced. Her father was heart-broken and her mother was living in a mansion overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Huntington Beach. When Emma told her mother that she was staying with her father, Rachel had put up a token argument why she should be with her mother. But, really, she didn't care, and Emma was sure that Ethan was happy with her staying in River City.

That was six years ago. Emma and her father got along fine without Rachel. Emma never referred to her as her mother again, although her father had mildly protested that she should. But, in those six years, Adam Nilsson had never dated another woman. Rachel had been the love of his life, his dream wife, like he had his dream job. She had been fifteen when they started dating in high school. She was a black-haired, blue-eyed beauty who looked very much like Marie Osmond. But that wasn't why he had dated her. He wasn't a groupie type of guy. No, she had been a beautiful but sweet girl who showed no signs of her avarice at that time. She had been on the cheerleading squad and eventually became the head cheerleader. 

Adam had been seventeen and a senior, getting ready to go to college. He had been on the varsity wrestling team but that was the only sporting event he participated in. Basically, he was a science geek and really didn't know how or why Rachel found him attractive, not that he was an ugly boy, but he wasn't one of the jocks that the cheerleaders tended to date. 

Adam and Rachel had been living in Austin, Texas and when Adam graduated from high school he went to the University of Texas at Austin, and majored in construction engineering. He got Rachel pregnant when she was seventeen. She'd told him that he needn't use a condom, that she was now on the pill. But she wasn't. She wanted to get pregnant and get out of her stifling, religious home. Adam had been nineteen when Rachel gave him the news. He bit the bullet and married her. His mother and father took their new daughter into their home while Adam finished college and Rachel finished high school and had her baby, Emma, eight months later.

After getting his degree Adam began an intensive job search and found that the State of California had an opening for beginning position in their bridge design department. He applied, flew out for an interview and got the position. He moved his new family to River City, with his parents financial help. He thought that life couldn't get any better. He had the love of his life and what could become his dream job.

Rachel didn't start up with the mantra of him getting a job with a private firm where he could make more money until three years into his job with the state. Adam smiled and told her lovingly that he liked where he worked and what he was doing and that he would be making more money as he gained seniority and moved up the pay scale.

So when, after twelve years of marriage, Rachel told her husband that the marriage just wasn't working—in fact they only had sex rarely, if at all, mostly because Rachel complained of headaches or one thing or another—and that she was going to file for divorce, it took Adam completely by surprise. Later he realized that he should have seen it coming but he had been denying reality. Still, he became depressed for a while and didn't think he could ever trust any women with his heart again. So he didn't even try to date or meet anyone.

When Emma declared her allegiance to him, over her mother, Adam had been secretly pleased and wanted to do a victory dance in front of the bitch. Later, he told Emma that he was so very pleased that she had chosen to stay with him. Actually, he didn't know what he would have done if she hadn't. Emma hugged him and said there had been no way she was going to go live with that whore and her pimp. Adam tried to look shocked and told Emma that she shouldn't talk like that, but inside he was cheering.

His little Emma, at thirteen, was shaping up to look much like her mother, but not exactly. She did have the black hair and the blue eyes, and her young budding body was, well, budding and was on the cusp of becoming a woman's body, but he put that thought out of his mind.

Father and daughter got along great without Rachel. Emma studied a cook book and was soon cooking most of their meals. Not all of them were successful, but as time went by there were fewer and fewer mistakes. Adam found that, where before, money had been scarce, without his spendthrift wife he had sufficient money to take Emma and himself on weekend trips, camping, hiking, to the City, sailing on the bay, and out to dinner every weekend, as well as increasing Emma's college fund and his savings.

He didn't know exactly when it happened, when his little girl turned into a woman. It was sometime in the middle of Emma's senior year in high school when he realized that she had. He saw her coming out of the hall bath, the one she always used. She had a towel tied over her breasts and barely draping over her ass, and another towel wrapped around her hair.

"Hi, Daddy," she said with a bright smile as she went into her bedroom and closed the door.

That was the first time Adam had impure thought about his daughter. It was like he hadn't recognized her and took her for someone else, a beautiful, sexy someone else. She was going to be eighteen that year, he was going to be thirty-eight. You sick bastard, Adam told himself, you can't be thinking thoughts like that about your daughter. Still, he had to admit, his little Emma was no longer a young girl. She was a beautiful, sexy young woman.

Chapter 2.

Emma turned nineteen on the twenty-sixth of July. She had one year down at River City University where she was going to major in computer sciences. She was already a computer whiz and had taken all the classes in high school that had been offered. She'd gone online and learned to code by herself when she was fourteen. She graduated from high school at the top of her class with honors. Adam agreed that computer sciences would be a good field for Emma. Unless there was a total collapse of civilization, computers were going to remain an important and integral part of business and personal life.

Emma's first year of college had gone smoothly. Of course, she had taken mostly required classes as all Freshmen do, and would be again in her upcoming Sophomore year.

A week after her birthday, Emma and her friend Michelle Cummings were in the little park that was nearly equidistance from their houses. They went there a lot. Emma and Michelle had known each other since kindergarten and Michelle was going to be in the Sophomore class at RCU that year also. It was early August and it was a hot day in River City, as August days in River City tend to be, but there were a lot of shade trees in the park and they were both laying back on a picnic table under one of them. They were both wearing shorts, tank-tops, and sandals and were looking up at the sky through the leaves and braches that were swaying to a nice breeze.

"I swear, Michelle," Emma said, "my heart's desire is to somehow get my dad to start dating. I mean, for God's sake, it's been six years since the bitch left him, but he just doesn't seem to be able to get over it." She paused. "I love my father."

"Yeah," Michelle said quietly, "I love my father too."

"Yeah but your father had your mother... ."

Michelle laughed.

"What?" Emma asked.

"What?" Michelle responded.

"You laughed when I said your dad had your mom. What were you laughing about?"

"Nothing."

Emma sat up quickly and just as quickly straddled her friends hips and began tickling her.

"Stop it! Stop it!" Michelle was squealing and laughing. She was very ticklish and Emma knew it.

"I'm not going to stop until you tell me why you laughed." Emma said as she continued tickling the squirming Michelle.

"I can't! I can't! Emma. It's a secret."

Emma stopped tickling her friend and got off of her to sit crossed-leg on the table top. "Humph. Secret. I'll bet you're lying."

Michelle sat up and turned to sit crossed-leg facing Emma. "No I'm not. And I shouldn't have even told you that." Then she scooted closer until their knees were touching.

Emma was looking down, thinking about her father and what to do.

Michelle put two fingers under Emma's chin and tilted her face up to look her directly in the eyes. "You know, Emma, you are beautiful."

Emma blushed and giggled. "Thank you, dear. Do you want to kiss me, too."

"Actually, Emma, I would love to kiss you," Michelle said.

Emma's eyes went wide and her mouth opened, then closed. "Uh, Michelle, are you serious?"

"Yep. I'm bi' and you're hot."

"Oh my God! Is that your secret?" But that didn't make sense to Emma, they'd been talking about their fathers and loving them, not about bi-sexual women.

"How long have you know?" Emma asked.

"What? That I wanted to kiss you?"

"No, damn it, Michelle. How long have you known that you're bi' because I sure never realized it all through middle school and high school."

"Since last summer," Michelle said.

"And have you...?"

"Made love to a woman?"

Emma nodded, totally fascinated with this conversation.

"That's part of the secret, dear."

"Oh, damn it, Michelle. I've known you since kindergarten. I'm your best friend. Surely you can tell me."

Michelle stayed quiet, just looking at Emma. Finally, she took a deep breath and let it out. "Okay, Emma, I can tell you. I do trust you. But you still have to swear to me that you will not breath a word of this to anyone else. Promise!"

"I promise, Michelle. This must be serious and I don't want to get you in trouble or hurt you."

The only reason that Michelle was telling Emma this was that last year another friend of hers, Traci Pilgrim, had told Michelle her own secret and it had helped Michelle with a problem she was having with her family. Now she wanted to help Emma, hoped that what she was about to tell her would help her to help her father.

"Don't freak out on me, Emma, and listen to what I have to say all the way through before you say anything. Okay?"

Emma nodded.

"My secret is that... I'm having sex with my whole family, my father, mother, and brother, and its one of the most wonderful things I have ever done. I'm not ashamed or sorry and I hope that we all continue to have sex together for a very long time." Michelle's heart was beating hard in her chest. It was scary to admit what she had just admitted, even to her very best friend.

Emma just stared at Michelle with an open mouth. Finally she closed her mouth. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously."

"Um. Well, yeah. Okay." Emma was truly shocked by Michelle's confession. "So, uh, so how did this happen? I mean you said your whole family is involved... even your mother. How did that happen?"

"Well, first of all, my mother and father are swingers. They have sex with a lot of other couples. And there are these twins, women, who are bi-sexual and who make love to each other. My mom and dad thought that we, my brother and me, were attractive and the more they thought about it the more they thought, well, why not have sex with us. Assuming, of course, that we wanted to have sex with them. Well, Mom came on to my brother, Kevin, and he didn't have a problem with it. Evidently, he'd been leching about her, too, as well as me.

"I happened to see it, well part of what Mom and Kevin were doing, and I went downstairs to tell my dad. He just smiled and nodded and said I shouldn't worry about it. He took me to school and I asked him if he wanted to have sex with me, too. He said yes. I was really confused. But Traci, you know Traci Pilgrim," Emma nodded, "saw that I was upset and sat me down to talk to me. I told her what was happening in my house. She laughed. Then she told me that she and her mother and her brother were lovers. You know I was as shocked as you are right now. But she told me to give it a try, see if I liked it. She told me that we were all adults and could decide who and who not to have sex with and not to let my emotions run away with me.

"Well, I went home and took my brother up on his offer. I had confronted him about having sex with Mom, which he didn't deny, and then he suggested that he and I become lovers. Anyway, I took Kevin up on his offer and, well, really, it was pretty darned good. Then I had sex with Dad and Mom, the whole family, and we're really enjoying it, all of us.

"Oh my God!" Emma said. "But, Michelle, you're talking about incest!" She whispered this although there was no one else in the park but them.

Michelle gave Emma a wicked little smile. "And your point is?"

"What?" Emma leaned towards Michelle and whispered again, but more harshly. "It's wrong and its illegal!"

"Why is it wrong for consenting adults to give each other sexual pleasure if that's what they want to do. It's not hurting anyone. It's not bothering anyone. It's nobodies business but the consenting adults, incest or not. And, as to the laws against incest, those laws are based on the religious beliefs of some of the people and neither I nor my family believe in that religion or go to that church."

Emma's mind was still spinning. "Church? What church do you go to?" knowing that Michelle, like herself, didn't go to any church."

"The Church of LSFAC," Michelle said with a mischievous smile.

"LSFAC, what church is that?"

"Why it's the Lick, Suck, Fuck, and Come church. My family and I worship there nearly every day." Michelle gave Emma a big grin.

Emma didn't know what else to say, except, "Wait, we were talking about my father and him not dating. What has your incest with your family have to do with that?"

"Well, girl friend, I thought you might seduce your daddy and... ."

"What?" Emma nearly yelled.

"Shhh! Listen to me Emma and then just think over what I'm saying. First, I'm not saying that your father would go for it. But, all things considered, he's a healthy male in his... how old is he, not at old as my dad I don't think. 

"He's thirty-nine," Emma responded.

"Okay. And, Emma I can truthfully say that I wouldn't mind going to bed with him. According to you he hasn't had a women in six years. He's still moping over Rachel." Michelle knew better than to call Emma's mother anything but Rachel. "But I'll bet you he's masturbating. So give him something to masturbate about. You're a hot young teenaged girl, Emma, in case you hadn't looked in the mirror lately

"Of course, you would have to get yourself in a mood to want to try having sex with your dad. Believe me, from my experience, all it takes is a desire to do it. But you could spend the next few days thinking about it, fantasizing about it, masturbating and thinking about making love to your father."

"I don't thinks so," Emma said with a frown. "But even if I did all that, how would I get my father to... you know... ."

"Try being a bit more overtly sexual around him. Don't wear a bra, let him get a peek at your tits. Accidently, of course. Maybe brush you tits up against him, again, accidently. Wear your shortest skirt with no panties and then, at an appropriate moment, bend over and let him get a good look at your pussy. I'll bet he would come around. Literally, come around." Michelle giggled.

Emma was staring at her friend, wide-eyed and open-mouth, as though she'd just seen a man from Mars. "Uh. Uh." Was all she could say. The images that Michelle had put in her mind were flashing before her like a slide show: showing her father her tits, brushing them up against him, bending over in front of him wearing a short skirt with no panties on.

Michelle uncrossed her legs and got off the picnic table. She stretched her lovely young body. "Well, just think it over, Emma. Now, how about that kiss?"

Emma gave her friend another shocked look. "Are you serious?"

Michelle smiled sweetly. "But of course. Like I said earlier, you're beautiful and I'm bi' and I'd love to hug you and plant a big wet one on your mouth and suck on your tongue and... ."

Emma looked around. "Right here, in the park, in broad daylight?" she hissed.

Well, Michelle told herself, I'm making progress. She's not being hysterical and saying no, never. 

Michelle did a slow 360 degree scan. There was a car passing by on the street on the far side of the park. No people were in sight. "Yeah, right here, right now, sweetie. Besides, it's not considered a crime for two girls to kiss in California."

Michelle held her hands out to Emma who was still sitting cross-leg on the table top. Emma uncrossed her legs and climbed down off the table. She stood nervously in front of Michelle.

"Seriously?" Emma asked.

Michelle gave her friend another sweet smile, stepped closer and put her arms around her. "Just close your eyes and relax, Emma. Who knows you might even enjoy it. It's only a kiss, sweetie." Then Michelle pulled Emma tight against her body, being approximately the same height, their tits smashed together. Emma gasped a little then closed her eyes as Michelle brought her lips to her own.




Emma's Desire



Emma had done her share of kissing. Now she slid her arms around her girl friend and opened her mouth to her probing tongue. Why had she thought that kissing a girl would taste different than kissing a boy? If anything, the taste of Michelle's mouth and tongue seemed sweeter than any boy she'd ever kissed. Emma felt her heart rate go up and she held on tighter to Michelle. The kiss seemed to last an eternity. Then Michelle was tenderly pulling her lips from Emma's before giving her three small quick kisses.

"Gee, Emma," Michelle said, "I think you liked that."

"Yeah, I did," Emma breathed out, then she surprised Michelle by kissing her just as sweetly and affectionately as she'd been kissed.

"Wow!" Emma said when she broke off the kiss. She looked Michelle in the eyes, "So, you're bi'?"

Michelle giggled. "Yeah. Why are you curious?"

Emma giggled. "I might be."

"Mmm, wonderful. But right now I've got to get going. We're going to a swinger's party later this afternoon and I've got to get all showered and fixed up for it."

Emma gave her friend a questioning look. "A swinger's party? You and ... ."

"My family," Michelle ended Emma's sentence for her. 

"Have you gone before?"

"Once or twice a month for about a year now and, Emma, it's so much fun. So many cocks and pussies. I figure I'll come six or seven or eight times before the night is over."

"And they, the other swingers, know that you're family, you, your parents, and Kevin?"

"Yes, they do."

"And they don't have a problem with that."

"Oh hell no. They all think it's fine. Besides, I'm the youngest woman there and all the guys want to fuck me. And, Kevin, you know what a hunk he is, all the women want to fuck him, too.

"All right, Emma," Michelle continued, "I've got to go. But please do think about what I said about you and your dad. It may not be the answer. He might not like you... you know coming on to him. But then again, he might. He might be past ready to get some nookie, even his daughter's sweet young nookie, if he thinks she really wants to give it to him."

Emma didn't respond to her friends suggestion, which still seemed obscene to her, in spite of what Michelle and her family did. 

Michelle gave Emma a quick kiss on the lips. "Bye Emma. Let me know what you decide or what happens if you do decide to seduce your father." Then she turned and walked away.

Not likely, Emma told herself.

Chapter 3. 

Than night in bed, Emma couldn't get the images of Michelle's family all having sex together out of her mind. Was that really possible, she wondered? Kevin, Michelle's brother was a good looking boy of, what? She wasn't sure, twenty or twenty-one. She'd know him as long as she'd known Michelle. And Michelle's parents, who were in their early forties, were both quite attractive. Emma didn't have a particular "older man" thing, but she still thought John Cummings was good looking. And, Karen Cummings, Michelle's mother, always looked good, even, or perhaps especially, in her tiny bikinis. Emma and her father had been invited often to pool parties at the Cummings' house.

Emma tried to imagine Michelle having sex with her brother or her father. Maybe sucking their cocks or them sucking on her pussy. It seemed pretty bizarre to Emma, but strangely, not that hard to imagine. Emma was wearing one of her father's old T-shirts as her night gown, and panties. As she was imagining Michelle having sex with her brother and father, like running a movie in her head, her hand reached down and slid under her panties and began rubbing and squeezing her pussy.

Soon, she kicked her covers off and slid her panties totally off. She spread her legs wide and began a serious masturbation session. One hand was rubbing and squeezing and even spanking her pussy. Her other hand, under her t-shirt alternated from squeezing one tit or the other and pinching the nipples, to stroking down her belly and over her inner thighs. She "saw" Michelle with her father's cock in her mouth. It was hard to make out the faces in her imagination, but that didn't matter to her libido. It was the action that Emma was imagining her best friend to be doing, the sex she imagined her having with her father and her brother that was increasingly arousing her sexually.

Emma "saw" Michelle's brother get behind his sister and rub the head of his cock up and down through her pussy. A pussy that Emma now imagined to be wet and ready to be fucked. She "saw" Michelle's brother slid his hard cock into his sister's pussy and begin fucking it. Emma imagined she heard Michelle moaning with pleasure.

She "saw" various sex scenes between Michelle, her father, and her brother in her mind, as her hands kept up their work on her pussy and her body. Michelle was on her back, her father was on top of her. Michelle's arms and legs were holding her father tight as his hips undulated, his ass rose and fell as he fucked his daughter. Then she "saw" Michelle sucking her brother's cock while her father, now kneeling between her thighs was still fucking her. And then it was her father's cock that Michelle was sucking, again, as her brother fucked her in the "doggy" position.

And then, Karen Cummings was in Emma's imagination. She imagined Michelle and Karen kissing, then Karen going down Michelle's body to kiss, and lick, and suck on her pussy. In Emma's mind, Karen made oral love to her daughter while Michelle sucked, first on her father's cock, then on her brother's.

All the while Emma was getting more and more aroused. One part of her mind was shocked, but another part was telling her that it was just imagination and it was okay to imagine Michelle and her parents and brother having sex, since Michelle had already told her that they did.

And then Emma "saw" Michelle going down on her mother, licking and nibbling on her pussy imagining Karen moaning and writhing in pleasure before coming. And then Emma was coming, gasping with intense pleasure, trying not to be noisy, not wanting her father to hear her. Her heart was beating hard and she was breathing deeply through her nose as the delightful feeling of orgasm pulsed through her body and mind in several wonderful waves. And then it was fading and Emma's body relaxed down onto her mattress. 

"Oh my," Emma said aloud, but softly. She'd never had an incest fantasy before, not even of other people. But Michelle had triggered it by telling Emma her secret. Well, that was them, Emma told herself. That's not daddy and me.

Soon she was asleep and dreaming. In her dream, a very vivid dream, someone was licking her pussy and it felt ever so good. She "looked" down and her father raised his head, lips and chin wet, and grinned at her. "I've been wanting to do this for a long, long time Emma, dear," he told her in her dream. Emma woke up with a start and realized her right hand was rubbing her pussy again. It took her a long time to go back to sleep. The dream image of her father going down on her wouldn't leave her mind, no matter how she tried to think of something else.

Finally, Emma fell asleep again and didn't have anymore dreams that she could remember when she finally woke up, an hour later than she normally would on a Saturday morning. She yawned and stretched. Then she remembered that Michelle had told her the day before that her family was going to a swinger's party together. Next, she remembered fantasizing about the Cummings family having sex together and how she'd had a wonderfully strong orgasm. But then the dream of her father licking her pussy popped into her mind. It was still vivid. It had seemed so real.

Could I let daddy do that, Emma wondered? Would he even want to? Well, I'm sure he doesn't have a problem with oral sex, but with me? No. No way. My mind was just reacting to my fantasy about Michelle and her family, that's all.

Michelle got up, found her panties and tossed them in her clothes hamper. She almost always wore panties to bed, just in case for some reason her father came into her room and she wasn't covered up, even though he always knocked and waited for her to say come in. Wearing just her T-shirt, which came down mid-thigh, Emma went to the hall bathroom to take care of her morning needs and then to take a hot shower.

Back in her bedroom, Emma started to put on a bra. She stopped and thought of what Michelle had said to her yesterday, how Michelle's family all had sex together and loved it, how Emma should go without bra or panties around her father giving him glimpses of her tits and pussy, to try and seduce him. The fantasy last night had given Emma a really great orgasm. Her dream of her father licking her pussy had been ever so pleasant, until she woke up and realized that it had been a dream.

Could seducing my father, Emma wondered, assuming that I could seduce him rather than shock and disgust him, could it really help him to get over Rachel, the bitch? Could I do it? Could I really have sex with my father. Maybe, she told herself. It's not like he's old, fat, and bald. He's handsome enough, keeps himself in good shape, he's intelligent, and funny, and kind, and affectionate. It's not like I have a thing for older men, but if I did and I didn't know he was my father, could I, would I have sex with him?

After a few moments of contemplating that question, walking naked, back and forth in her bedroom, Emma decide that she could. Of course, the problem, she told herself, is that I know he's my father. Hmm? Well, Michelle said she was having sex with her father, and obviously enjoyed it, how hard could it be. A cock to suck, a mouth to kiss, a cock to fuck me, a mouth to lick me. 

Emma giggled now. This is totally absurd, she thought, and yet... I will try anything short of murder to help my father. I love him so much. And then it hit her. I do love him. I love him so much that, if I can, if he will agree, I will make love with him. I will become his lover and then, hopefully, he can forget about the bitch, get over his... his neurosis about her. Then she thought, If I can? Can I, really? I guess there's only one way to find out. 

Emma took a deep breath. She felt her pulse beating strongly and, all of a sudden, had butterflies in her stomach. This could very well backfire, she told herself. However, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Emma put the bra she'd been holding all this time back in the dresser drawer. From a different drawer she took out one of her varsity basketball T-shirts that she'd cropped short, as well as having cut away the short sleeves and some of the fabric around the collar. She put it on then stood in from of the full-length mirror on the back of her door. She raised both arms up high. She could just see the under curve of her breasts. If her father was sitting down and she did that, he would see a lot more. Then she bent forward and looked into the mirror. She could see her breasts, fully. 

Emma straightened up, looked at herself, raised her eyebrows and shrugged, then gave herself a wicked little grin. "You can do this, girl," she said out loud, softly. "Sure you can." She went to her dresser again. "Short skirt? Nah. Too much, too soon." She pulled out a pair of shorts that she knew almost revealed the bottom curve of her ass. The material was fairly soft and would, probably, reveal her pussy lips. The ol' camel toe, she told herself, knowing what the boys like to call it.

She didn't bother with her sandals as she wasn't planning to go anywhere but the kitchen. Emma checked herself out in the mirror again. She took another deep breath and swallowed dryly. A frission of excitement ran through her body, not so much for how she was dressed but for the fact that she was going to intentionally try to seduce her father. "I hope this works," she whispered as she reached for the door knob and opened her door.

Emma walked into the kitchen like it was any other Saturday morning. She heard the TV in the family room and went in to give her father a good morning kiss. "Good morning, Dad," she said as she came through the doorway.

Adam was in his recliner having a cup of coffee and watching the news, as he did most Saturday mornings. He looked over at Emma and nearly choked on the sip of coffee he'd just taken.

Emma, leaned over to give her father a kiss on the cheek. Her heart was beating hard in her chest, knowing that he would be able to see her tits. 

Adam was shocked, but tried not to indicate it. "Good morning, honey," he said. The first thing he'd noticed as his daughter approached him was the obvious outline of the labia in her shorts then, as she bent over to kiss him, he couldn't help but see her lovely young breasts as the top of her T-shirt hung down. What the fuck is Emma doing, he asked himself.

Emma straightened up and headed back towards the kitchen. "Had breakfast yet, Daddy?" she asked. She could feel the heat of his eyes staring at her ass as she walked away from him. Or maybe the heat she was feeling was the flush that she felt from being so openly seductive with her father.

"Uh, uh, no, Emma, not yet. But don't go to any trouble for me." Jesus, he thought, did she just flash me on purpose? But why would she do that?

"Oh, no problem, Daddy." Still feeling the flush and with her heart still beating hard in her chest, she turned around to face her father. She held her hands together in front, making sure her upper arms were squeezing her tits together, holding the cloth of the T-shirt firmly over them and clearly showing her erect nipples. That had surprised Emma, the fact that teasing her father had gotten her nipples hard. "I'm going to fix something for myself so if you want something too, well, not a problem."

Adam's cock had reacted very quickly to his daughter. He felt it begin to fill with blood. As she turned away, after bending over and giving him the kiss on the cheek and a good look at her tits, he reached to his crotch to adjust his cock a little. When she'd turned around in the doorway to the kitchen he'd quickly moved his hand and pretended to be scratching his thigh. Emma had noticed but didn't let it show on her face. She just give her father a sweet smile.

Adam was sure Emma had seen him with his hand in his crotch and was blushing. "Okay, well, how about a bagel with cream cheese?" He held up his cup. "I've still got half a cup of coffee."

"Okay," Emma said simply then turned around again. But then she bent over and scratched her ankle, not that it itched. She figured that would pull her shorts up to expose more than a little of her firm, young ass cheeks, maybe even give him a different perspective on her camel toe.

In the kitchen and out of sight of her father, Emma put her hand to her chest. Her heart was thumping away. My God! I can't believe I actually did that," she told herself. And I even got kind of turned on, too. How weird is that? She thought about her father's quick hand move and went back to the doorway into the family room. "You want strawberry jam on the bagel, Daddy?" she asked. Her father's hand was in his crotch again. 

Emma's almost immediate appearance in the doorway and question surprised Adam as he was once again shifting his partially tumescent cock. He quickly moved his hand again and gave his daughter a "deer-in-the-headlights" look. "Uh, uh. No, Emma, just the cream cheese will be okay.

Emma ducked back out of sight again, smiling to herself. She was sure that she'd had a sexual effect on her father, like Michelle had predicted. Of course, Emma wasn't completely convinced that she could do what Michelle had suggested, go all the way and, well, fuck her father. Still, she had gotten a little excited to be teasing him that way. She'd felt very sexy and her nipples had actually gotten hard. Now she realized that her pussy had reacted, too. It had the slightly swollen feeling of mild sexual arousal. Emma reached down to give her pussy a squeeze and realized that she'd gotten wet.

"Oh my, she thought, I love my father, of course I do. He's a good man, a funny man, an intelligent man, a good-looking man, and he treats me with kindness and affection. If he wasn't my father I don't think I'd have a problem having sex with him, even if he is old enough to be my father. Emma giggle at that convoluted thought.

Emma got busy fixing her father's bagel. She thought about how she'd masturbated thinking about Michelle and her family having sex together. She thought about her very vivid dream of her father licking her pussy. I don't really have a desire to have sex with my father, but could I develop that desire? she wondered. Well, my body reacted to what I just did and, I think, so did his. Maybe if I keep it up and... and, well, maybe if I begin fantasizing having sex with him and masturbating, maybe I might really want to try it.

A little shiver went through her body, realizing just how naughty she was being even thinking about having sex with her father. Still, if it was possible, as Michelle had suggested, that it would get him totally and completely over Rachel, then Emma thought it was definitely worth a try. Another little shiver went through her body as she realized that soon—how soon she wasn't sure—but soon she and her father might find themselves in bed together. If so, she would do all she could to make it an unforgettable experience for her father.

Emma remembered what Michelle had said yesterday in the park. Something about why is it wrong for consenting adults to give each other sexual pleasure, even among family members. They wouldn't be harming anyone and it would be their business and their business only. Emma took a deep breath and let it out. Okay, she told herself, if I can seduce Daddy... well then, we'll be lovers. That thought sent another little thrill of anticipation through her stomach. That, and the knowledge that she was going to flash her father again.

In the family room Adam was having a problem with his body's reaction to his daughter's overtly sexual display. One side of his brain was yelling at him that he shouldn't have reacted to her. The other side of his brain was yelling back that she started it and, damn, my daughter is a hot young woman. His cock was still slightly turgid from seeing her pussy outlined so obviously in her shorts; her lovely young breasts, drooping slightly from bending over and with perky little nipples; and then her firm ass cheeks when she bent over and, again, the outline from behind of her vaginal lips. 

Adam didn't know what was going on. He thought about telling Emma that she was behaving inappropriately. But then he thought how thrilling it had been to see her, not as his daughter, but as a beautiful, sexy young woman. He also remembered when he'd seen her, over a year ago coming out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body and how that had affected him sexually, too. 

Why, he wondered, did seeing my daughter's body wrapped in a skimpy towel affect me, but seeing her in her bikinis didn't. Maybe, he decided, that the towel could be dropped at any time and, of course, she would be naked underneath, but bikinis were everywhere and accepted as normal swimwear for many women, especially young women. 

Still, that didn't satisfy Adam as to why he was having a physical reaction to his daughter's... impropriety was the word that popped into his mind. He was her father. He wasn't supposed to react sexually to his little girl.

Emma had black hair like Rachel and her blue eyes, too, but the similarities ended there. Rachel's her tits had been on the small side, until she got the boob job. After that they'd looked unnatural. Big, yes, but obviously fake big. Adam hadn't like them. Emma's tits, now that he'd seen them, were naturally of a medium size, maybe a little bigger and, he had to admit, looked really good. And that realization made Adam's cock react again. And further, while his Rachel was, in his mind, a beautiful woman, he knew that his Emma was more beautiful. But a lot of that, he knew, was from her natural open, happy nature. She nearly always had a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes.




Emma's Desire



And then Adam remembered after his quick, inadvertent glance at his daughter's tits—because she had to have exposed them to him on purpose, he realized—he'd looked up to her face and noticed that she had a mischievous look in her eyes. 

Adam sighed, maybe Emma was right. He knew that she wanted him to forget Rachel and date other women. He knew that he should, but he'd been so blind-sided and hurt by what Rachel had done, it was like he couldn't let it go. Now here he was reacting sexually to his own daughter.

Adam took a deep breath then let it out slowly. No, he wouldn't talk to Emma about her inappropriate behavior. He was curious as to what was going on and, being a normal male, he really wouldn't mind seeing her tits again, if she was going to show them to him. Yes, he was her father, but didn't nudist families exist, including teenaged daughters? Didn't fathers have daughters who were photographed in Playboy, or Penthouse, or even more explicit publications, or even videos. Hell, as he understood it, half the younger generation were sexting each other. The only thing that really bothered him was that his cock had reacted to his daughter's sexual exhibition. Could that be normal or was he a sick bastard. He'd have to be careful. 

"Here you go, Adam," Emma said as she brought her father his sliced and toasted bagel spread thick with cream cheese.

"Adam?" he questioned his daughter, giving her a quizzical look.

Emma stood next to her father's chair holding a small plate with his bagel on it. She placed her other hand on her waist and cocked her hips and smiled sweetly at her father. But he could see the mischievous, almost laughing, look in her eyes. "Why yes, Adam. We're just two adults here, living together. We should be on a first name basis, don't you think." Emma had just thought of this as she was coming into the family room from the kitchen. If she could think of her father as Adam and not father, or Dad, or Daddy, then maybe that would make it easy for her to try and seduce him.

"Ah, well, yes, Emma," Adam said, "you are an adult," barely, he told himself, "but I really would prefer if you would call me dad, or daddy, or even father.

Emma gave her father a little pout, but then smiled. "Okay, Daddy," she said, but the way she said it sent another twitch of sexual energy to Adam's cock.

Emma bent down again, holding the plate up and gave her father another peck on the cheek and another good look at her tits. After handing him the plate she went back into the kitchen to fix herself something to eat. She realized that she was perspiring a bit from nervousness. Man oh man, she thought, this seduction thing isn't going to be easy. 

Emma's phone rang as she finished pouring the milk on her cereal. It was Michelle. "So how was last night?" Emma asked terribly curious about Michelle and her family going to the swinger's party.

"Great. I'll tell you later. Want to come over and go swimming?"

"Now?"

"Emma, it's already ten in the morning and it's going to be warm today. So, yeah, now. But wait. Did you give any thought to what I told you yesterday?"

"Yes and, uh, well, I've started. It feels kind of weird and kind of sexy at the same time."

"Oh yeah. I know that feeling. But you'll get over it."

"Yeah, well, maybe. But I'll tell you all about it when I come over. I'm just having breakfast now. Say, is your mom and dad and Kevin going to be there?"

"No. Kevin went mountain biking with some of his buddies and they're going camp overnight. Mom and Dad went into the City to see a play and will be spending the night there. So...? 

"Oh, so it'll just be you and me," Emma said, thinking about the kiss Michelle had given her yesterday in the park. "And you'll be able to ravage poor little helpless me."

Both Michelle and Emma laughed. "Only if you want me to, Michelle said. "See you when you get here," she said and hung up.

Emma finished her cereal and rinsed her bowl and spoon and put them in the drainer. Adam came into the kitchen to put his plate in the sink and get another cup of coffee. Emma quickly rinsed his plate and put it in the drainer, too. She turned to face her father and knew what she was going to do. Her heart rate went up immediately.

Adam had just finished putting the coffee pot back onto the coffee maker's warming plate but before he could reach for his cup, Emma took hold of his wrist and turned him towards her. Before he could react, she'd placed her arms around his neck and plastered her body against him, squashing her breasts against his chest and all but grinding her hips against his. She gave him a kiss on the lips, pressing firmly and for a couple of moments. It was definitely not the daughterly hug and kiss he was used to.

Then she pulled back quickly and giggled. "I'm going over to the Cummings to go swimming. I'll see you later... Daddy. And then she was striding jauntily out of the kitchen.

Fuck me! Adam thought as he reached down to where his cock, which had become quiet several minutes ago, began to stir to life again. Maybe I do need to start dating if my daughter is affecting me like that. But really, was she being overtly sexual on purpose... with me... her father?

In her room, Emma leaned back against the door after she closed it. She placed a hand to her heart shocked at how shamelessly she'd pressed her tits and her body against her father. Then she giggled again. The look on his face had been priceless, a cross between shock and, and what? Had she detected a hint of lust in his eyes? She suddenly realized that, perversely, she was enjoying teasing her father like this.

Emma went to her dresser and opened the drawer that held her bikinis. Last year she'd bought one on impulse but had never had the courage to wear it in public, or even over at Michelle's house. It was a thong bikini that, of course, exposed all of her ass cheeks and it was in a rich yellow color that contrasted nicely with her black hair. "Okay," she said out loud, "it's just going to be Michelle and me. I might as well put this one to some use." Then she thought of the kiss with Michelle the day before and how she'd actually enjoyed it. They were going to be alone, no one at Michelle's house but them.

Well, she thought, since I'm already on the road to sexual perversion, trying to seduce my father, maybe I should try more kissing with Michelle and see what follows. Of course, Emma knew very well what could follow. Emma had never made love to a girl, but she'd thought about it, and Michelle had admitted to being bi-sexual, so Emma knew that she could very well end up making love with Michelle today. That thought sent a thrill shooting through her stomach. Why not, she thought, looking at herself from all angles in her full length mirror. I look pretty damned hot in this teensy-weensy bikini and if Michelle really is bi' then this will definitely be my chance to find out if I like making love to girls, too. 

Emma grabbed a light sleeveless summer dress from her closet. She left her bikini on and pulled the dress over her head, slipped on her sandals, grabbed her purse and car keys and headed for the front door. "Bye, Dad," she shouted, "I'm heading over to Michelle's now."

"Wait a minute," she heard her father answer. He came out of the family room. "When will you be back? I'm not going anywhere so I'll fix dinner. What would you like and when?" A part of Adam's mind was relieved to see Emma in a sensible dress, but another part still wanted to see her in her crop-top T-shirt and revealing, tight shorts.

Emma gave her father a wickedly little smile as she walked over to him. "I don't know when I'll be back. Michelle's parents went to the City and won't be back until tomorrow. Her brother went mountain biking with his buddies and supposedly they're camping overnight. Maybe Michelle will fix us something to eat." And then the thought of Michelle "eating" her pussy and of her "eating" Michelle's pussy popped into her mind and she nearly laughed out loud. "So just fix something for yourself. Okay? In fact, I may just sleep over, but if I do I'll call you to let you know."

Emma embraced her father again, like she'd done earlier, only this time her father's arms came around her waist and he hugged back. Emma pressed her lips to his again like she'd done before, except that the tip of her tongue just barely touch his lips before she pushed away from her father. 

"Later, Dad," she said and then was quickly out the front door.

Adam stood still for a few seconds. His cock, again, was reacting to his daughter's sexuality. And did I feel the tip of her tongue against my lips, he wondered.

Adam was in a quandary. Emma's behavior had made him so horny that he had to do something. He went to his bedroom and stripped off his shorts, boxers, and T-shirt and laid down on the bed. He thought about Emma, her tits, her beauty, her ass cheeks, her camel toe. His cock got hard very quickly. He knew it was wrong, terribly wrong, to be thinking about his daughter in a sexual way, but damn, she'd gotten him all worked up, and it would only be imaginary, not real, surely that couldn't be wrong. 

Adam imagined Emma sucking his cock, looking up at him with those beautiful blue eyes, like her mother... . No. He forced the thought of Rachel out of his mind. It was his daughter sucking his cock. He imagined what it would be like going down on his baby girl and licking and sucking on her pussy and making her come with his mouth and fingers. He imagined sliding his hard cock deep inside her pussy. It would be tight and it would be wet and that all the further Adam's fantasy went because his balls tightened up and his cock began spewing out his hot cum in spurt after spurt as he gasped and groaned and cried out his pleasure.

He sighed and relaxed. His cum was on his thighs and belly and hand. So wrong, so wrong, he told himself, but that was the best orgasm I've had in a very long time. Does thinking about having sex with my daughter make me a pervert? But Emma had been so sexual with me this morning, could she want to have sex with me?

Adam sighed and got up to go into the bathroom to clean himself up. He didn't know what to think.

Chapter 4.

It took Michelle several seconds to answer the doorbell after Emma had rung it. "Hey Emma. I was sunning myself with the patio door open waiting for you. Come on in." Michelle stepped back to let her friend in. "I'd hug you but I'm all hot and sweaty. Just about time for a dip in the pool." Michelle was wearing her red thong bikini that exposed her ass cheeks, too, like the yellow one Emma was wearing under her dress.

"Damn girl! You wear that in front of your dad and brother?" Emma asked, as Michelle led her to the kitchen.

"Yeah, but only when it's my family. Mom and Dad thought it might be too much for, well, people like your dad when he's over for a pool party," Michelle said as she led Emma back through the house. Emma was paying close attention to her best friend's firm, naked ass cheeks and all up and down her tanned, lithe young body. She had to admit to herself, if she really was into girls this would be a girl she'd want to get with. And, maybe later they would. She'd just have to wait and see. 

Michelle stopped and turned around. "Emma, my dad and brother see me naked. Up close and personal, you know. And my mother, too." She gave Emma a wicked grin.

"Oh yeah." Emma said. It was still hard for her to imagine Michelle having sex with her brother and father and, of course, her mother as well, notwithstanding having fantasized about it last night and masturbating to orgasm. But then, she was trying to seduce her own father. So... .

"You want a wine cooler," Michelle asked.

"Sounds good," Emma said. She put her purse and keys on the peninsula in the kitchen as Michelle went to the refrigerator to grab Emma a wine cooler and one for herself. Emma pulled her dress off over her head and draped it over one of the stools at the peninsula.

"Wow!" Michelle said as she turned around from the refrigerator. "Step out here in the open and turn around for me, Emma."

Emma did as asked, but she was blushing.

"You are hot," Michelle said as she handed Emma a bottle of wine cooler. "I don't remember you ever wearing that over here before."

Emma grabbed a dish towel hanging over the oven door handle and twisted the cap off the bottle. "That's because this is the first time I've ever worn it. I bought it last year but was too embarrassed to wear it in public, even here."

"Oh you shouldn't be embarrassed, Emma. You make that look good."

"Thanks, Michelle, but you aren't too shabby yourself, you know. And I'm sure you were wearing that before you and your family all became... ."

"Lovers," Michelle finished Emma's sentence.

"Right, but you were wearing that bikini even then. No wonder your dad and brother wanted to," here Emma paused then decided to be bold and blunt, "to fuck you."

Michelle, who had taken the towel from Emma and opened her drink, laughed. "And my mother, too, don't forget." Then she took a drink. "Let's go outside. You want to swim or sun? And then you have to tell me about you and your dad. What's going on?"

Out by the pool, the girls put their drinks down on a small table between two chaise lounges, then got in the water and swam a couple of laps. Emma had her long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. Michelle's long light brown hair with natural blonde sun streaks in it was also pulled back in a ponytail. When they got out of the pool the water beaded up on their tanned bodies and they wrung the water out of their ponytails then went to lie back on the cushions of the chaise lounge chairs.

"So tell me about the 'weird and sexy' things you were doing this morning, like you said on the phone," Michelle said.

Emma took a swallow of her wine cooler. "Okay, but first I have to tell you what I did last night. I couldn't get what you'd confessed to me out of my mind and when I went to bed," Emma paused, feeling weird and sexy again, "I, uh... I started fantasizing about you and your dad and your brother and, of course, your mother. And I started masturbating... ."

"Seriously!" Michelle all but squealed.

"Seriously. And I, uh, well I had this really great orgasm.

Michelle took a drink and nodded, loving what Emma was telling her.

"Then I went to sleep and I had a very vivid dream. I dreamt that my father was licking my pussy. Only I didn't know it was my father at first, then I looked down and he, well, he raised his head up and his lips and chin were all wet and he grinned at me then he went back down on me. I woke up and found I was rubbing my pussy again."

"That's fantastic. That's so hot." Michelle giggled. "You know, Emma, if I ever got the chance, I'd fuck your father."

Emma's mouth dropped open. She hadn't thought of the full ramifications of having sex with her father and sharing the experience with her best friend who was, admittedly, now an active participant of a group of swingers. Then she smiled.

"Okay. I can handle that. And maybe I'll fuck your dad, too."

"Oh he would love that. I just know he would," Michelle grinned at Emma. "And my brother, too... and my mother.

"So, that was last night. What did you do today?"

"Well, when I woke up I remembered about masturbating and about dreaming about dad going down on me. I took a shower and everything and then I put on a crop-top that I had also cut out around the neck. I knew if I bent over my dad would be able to see my tits. I'm telling you, my heart was beating hard. Then I put on a pair of tight shorts that fit so snugly in the crotch that... ."

"It showed your camel toe," Michelle squealed and laughed.

"Exactly." Emma said, then she went on to tell Michelle all that had happened between her and her father that morning.

"My God," Michelle said when Emma was through relating how she'd been so sexy with her father. "That making my pussy wet. That's so hot. And you're sure he was grabbing his crotch, right?"

"Yep. I'm also sure that I could detect a hint or a sense of, well, lust in his eyes."

"That is so cool, girl friend. I'm sure you are well on your way to fucking your father."

That thought, put so openly and bluntly by Michelle, shocked Emma, but at the same time, it excited her.

"Okay. Enough about me. Tell me what happened last night at your swinger's meeting."

"Oh, the usual," Michelle pretended to be bored. "I fucked six or seven guys, sucked a half dozen cocks—but only two came in my mouth—had my pussy licked three or four times, licked pussy three or four times, and maybe had seven or eight orgasms."

Emma pooh-poohed what she was hearing in her mind. "No, girl friend, seriously."

Michelle gave her friend a very wicked smile. "I am being serious, Emma. I swear that's pretty much the gist of what I did last night."

"Wow!" Emma said, thinking of the possibilities of getting asked to join the Cummings swinger's group, having sex like Michelle just described excited her. And then she thought, and maybe Daddy, too. That thought, of making love to her father in front of a group of other people and having them accept it, excited Emma even more. Okay, now I am becoming a totally sick bitch, she told herself.

Michelle took a long swallow of her wine cooler and gave Emma an appraising look.

"What?" Emma asked.

"You did like it when we kissed in the park yesterday, right?"

Okay, Emma thought, here it comes and I am so ready for this.

"Yes, yes I did, Michelle... . And I want to do it some more."

Michelle smiled. "How far are you willing to go, Emma?"

"Well, I can't find out if I like making love to women unless I go all the way, Michelle, now can I?"

"We'll have to go inside. This yard is not neighbor-peeking proof. And I don't want to start anyone's tongue wagging about two girls making love by our pool."

Emma's heart was beating hard in her chest. She'd just agreed to be made love to by her best friend and that would, of course, mean that she would make love to Michelle. She stood up, grabbed her wine cooler, and held her hand out to Michelle. "Let's go inside then, girl friend."

Michelle grinned, took Emma's hand, and got up. She bent down to pick up her wine cooler. "Let's go," she said, leading Emma into the house.

Michelle led Emma to her parent's bedroom with it's king-sized bed and attached bathroom. She set her wine cooler on the near-side night stand then turned to grin at Emma as she undid her bikini top and threw it aside before peeling out of the tiny bikini bottom. Emma had set her drink down next to Michelle's and quickly divested herself of her bikini also. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and she had butterflies in her stomach now that she was about to have sex with Michelle.

Both girls sized each other up appreciatively. Michelle had a darker tan than Emma, but then she spent more time in the sun, having a swimming pool at home. A portion of both girls breasts were white and un-tanned, of course. Michelle had a small un-tanned triangle over her pussy, and a line that went around her body and a smaller triangle above her ass cheeks. Emma was much the same, but since she usually wore a more modest bikini, the un-tanned parts around her pussy and ass were larger.

Michelle's breast were larger than Emma's, but not by much. Both of them had breasts large enough that they drooped just a little. They were natural breasts untouched by a surgeon's knife and not needing enhancement. The biggest difference was that Michelle had larger areolae and larger nipples than Emma.

Michelle stepped up to Emma. The two girls embraced and kissed, molding their lips together, sliding their tongues in and out of each other's mouths, pulling their lips away then pressing them together again. Their breasts were smashed together, as well, as they hugged each other tightly and kissed several time.




Emma's Desire



Emma reached down to grab Michelle ass with both hands and squeeze it. Michelle moved her feet and pressed her thigh tight into Emma's pussy. They kissed several more times, their breath coming more quickly, their hearts beating more rapidly. Emma was excited to be making out with a woman for the very first time in her life, about to make love with her best friend since kindergarten.

"Ohhh, Michelle," Emma said as she pulled her lips slowly from her friend's. 

"You like?" Michelle asked, smiling.

"I love," Emma said as she caressed Michelle's back and ass cheeks.

"Then you might love this, too," Michelle said as she turned Emma around and pushed her back against her parents big bed. 

Emma sat on the edge of the bed then laid back on it. Michelle opened up Emma's legs as she kneeled down between them. She leaned in and began to lick and suck on her girl friend's sweet pussy.

"Ooo! Oh, yes, Michelle," Emma sighed. The feeling of her friend's tongue on her pussy was divine. Of course, she'd had boys do this to her, but the fact that this was her girl friend, a woman, made it all the more exciting and pleasurable to her.

Michelle was totally excited to be doing this with her best friend. She was bisexual, of course, but it was one thing to accept that and then accept incest and go down on her mother. It was another thing to go to a swinger's party and go down on other women, relative strangers. But it quite another thing all together to seduce her best friend, someone she'd known since they were five years old, and to be making oral love to her. Michelle reached between her legs and felt her pussy. It was wet and oh so sensitive. She squeezed and rubbed it as she continued licking and sucking on Emma's pussy.

Several minutes went by when nothing was said. Emma moaned and sighed with pleasure, Michelle's mouth made wet, sucking sounds on Emma's pussy, but that was all. Then, all of a sudden, Emma arched up, pressed her pussy hard against Michelle's sucking mouth, and cried out. "Oh! Oh! Yes! Oh yes, Michelle!" And then Emma's body was shuddering with a wonderful orgasm as her friend's tongue and mouth kept licking and sucking on her pussy, on her clitoris.

"Ahhhh!" Emma cried out again, this time twisting her body, her pussy, away from Michelle's mouth as she gasped in air, her mind nearly blank of all thought as her orgasm peaked then began to fade away.

Michelle smiled and untangled herself from her friend's legs. She moved up onto the bed, behind Emma, and waited. Emma took in a deep breath then let it out slowly. She stretched her head back and looked up at Michelle and smiled, then she moved up beside her, slipped an arm over her belly and cuddled up close to her. She began gently biting Michelle on the shoulder. 

"So I guess you liked that, eh?" Michelle asked.

Emma chuckled and slid her body over her friend. She kissed Michelle long and affectionately on the mouth, tasting her own pussy on Michelle's lips and tongue. "Yeah, you could say I did," Emma said when she pulled her lips away.

The girls cuddled and kissed for several minutes then Emma pushed herself up into a sitting position. "I guess it's time for me to find out how I like going down on you."

"You sure you want to?" 

Emma smiled at Michelle. "Yeah, I'm sure." She leaned down to kiss Michelle on the mouth again. Both girls played with each other's tongue's, taking turns sucking on them, loving the tasty, saliva-slick feeling of them.

Emma's body shivered with delight. This was far beyond anything she'd ever thought of—kissing and making love to her best friend—but it was so exciting to her and she was loving it. I guess I am bi', she told herself, because I like this and I'm sure I'm going to like licking Michelle's pussy, too.

Emma gently pushed Michelle onto her back and got on top of her once more. The girls each placed a thigh against their friend's pussy and kissed some more while rubbing their pussies against each other's thighs. Then Emma disengaged from Michelle's mouth and moved down to kiss and suck and bite on her breasts and nipples. She took her time, realizing that she was truly enjoying sucking and nibbling on Michelle's breast.

"Oh yeah, Emma, I like that," Michelle breathed out.

After a few moments, Emma moved farther down on Michelle's body, licking and kissing and biting as she went, caressing with her hands, totally enjoying to be doing this with another girl, her best friend. Yeah, she told herself, I could get used to this. She could feel her pussy beginning to get aroused again. 

Michelle had spread her legs for Emma and Emma finally scooted her body down between them. Now her nose and mouth were just above her friend's pussy. Emma looked up under her brows at Michelle who had braced herself up on her elbows to watch her best friend's initiation in the art of pussy licking. Emma smiled. Michelle smiled back.

Emma nuzzled Michelle's pussy with her nose and heard her friend sigh. Emma inhaled deeply through her nose, taking in Michelle's womanly scent. Mmm, I like that, Emma told herself. Then she began licking Michelle's pussy from the bottom to the top, licking it like an ice cream cone. She smiled to herself as she heard her friend moan. Mmm, I like her taste, too, Emma told herself. Not quite, but almost like how I taste. Emma had tasted, and even smelled, her own pussy from her fingers many times when she'd masturbated. 

This is okay. No. This is great. Emma said to herself. I'm licking Michelle's pussy. I've never licked a girl's pussy before but it's so exciting to be doing it, especially with Michelle. Oh hell yes, I want to do this more. 

Michelle moaned again before laying herself back down to fully enjoy what Emma's mouth was doing to her. I can't believe I actually talked Emma into doing this, Michelle thought. It's so hot. Emma, my childhood friend and I are now lovers. A shiver of sensual delight ran through her body and she moaned again as she fully felt her friend's mouth and tongue pleasuring her pussy. It wasn't like she'd planned it. It had just happened. But when it came to sex, Michelle's new motto was, the more the merrier.

She was happy that Emma and she were lovers now.

Emma realized that not only did she like licking Michelle's pussy, but that she loved it, truly liked tasting it and feeling how it felt to her probing tongue and lips. She loved kissing her and caressing her and touching her all over, but she really loved having her mouth planted over her friend's pussy, munching, licking, sucking, nibbling, giving her wonderful sexual pleasure. Then Emma slid two fingers into Michelle's pussy and began rubbing her g-spot.

"Oh! Oh yes!" Michelle cried out. "Oh, Emma, that's it! You're doing it!" Michelle cried out again a few seconds later. "Oh baby! Oh fuck yes!" And then Michelle was coming. Her hands had magically appear on Emma's head, holding it tight as she ground her pussy against Emma's wonderful sucking mouth, bruising her lips in the process.

Emma pulled her wet fingers out of Michelle's dripping wet pussy. And, as Michelle relaxed as her orgasm passed, Emma lifted her head, her mouth from her friend's wet labia. "So I guess you liked that, eh?" Emma said, mimicking Michelle's words to her of a few minutes ago.

Michelle laughed. "Come up here and give me a kiss, Emma."

Emma quickly moved up over Michelle and the girls kissed several times. 

"Yeah, Emma, you did good," Michelle finally said. "And rubbing my g-spot, that was great. Did I squirt?"

"Squirt? Do you squirt?" Emma knew about squirting orgasms, had even done a little online research about it, but she'd never experienced it herself.

"Sometimes I do, other times I don't or just a little bit," Michelle said as she gave Emma a couple of sweet little kisses and ran her hands up and down her friend's hard young body. "I do more with anal sex, of course. I don't know what it is, but anal sex will make me squirt a lot."

Emma pushed herself up on her hands, arms straight and looked down into Michelle's eyes. "You have anal sex? she said, shocked.

Michelle gave Emma a mischievous smile. "Well yeah."

"With your dad and your brother?"

"Well yeah, and others at the swingers meetings. And double penetration, too. I really like that. Two hard cocks fucking my pussy and my ass at the same time. Two male bodies, one below me, one above me. That's just an amazing feeling, Emma." Michelle did like it, but she was playing it up to her friend who seemed to be shocked that she had anal sex with her brother and father. "Mom loves it, too," Michelle added, smiling up at Emma wickedly.

Emma rolled off of her friend and onto her back. "Oh my. There's more to this, this incest and swinger thing than I'd ever thought of."

"Never had anal sex, Emma?" Michelle asked.

"No, never

"Want to try it? See if you like it?" Michelle asked.

Emma sat straight up and looked down at Michelle. "What the hell are you talking about?"

I, well, Mom has a couple of dildos. So I thought... well, if you wanted to try anal sex, you know, out of curiosity, well, I could, you know," Michelle paused and grinned wickedly, "fuck you in the ass with one of them. If you wanted to try it, that is."

Emma's mouth dropped open. "Seriously?"

"Well yeah. I mean, if you really want to try it out. Who knows, you might like it. I know I did."

"With your father?"

"And brother... and both of them. You know, at the same time. A dp. I love doing that. We do it a lot now."

"Wow!" was Emma response. She lay still for a while. Michelle started caressing her tits, pinching her nipples, then caressing her belly, then down further, gently rubbing and squeezing her pussy.

"So when you say you like it... ." Emma began.

"I mean I have really good orgasms from anal and double penetration"

Emma gave Michelle's proposal some more thought while Michelle continued to caress her body. Do I really want something, a dildo or a man's cock, to poke me in my ass? she asked herself. Okay, I liked making love with Michelle. I could do that again anytime and, probably, with other girls, too. And I do like having sex with a man, but having him stick his cock up my ass? I mean, okay, so Michelle likes it and likes being fucked in the ass and pussy at the same time. Could I enjoy it? Then Emma thought about her father and wondered if he, like Michelle's father and brother, liked anal sex. Emma had seen enough porn to know that almost all the female porn stars had anal sex. Of course, that was porn not real life. But here was Michelle telling her that she liked anal sex like a porn star. So, she told herself, if Dad does like it and if I do seduce him and if, eventually, he wants to have anal sex with me... well, it's better to be prepared, right?

"Okay," Emma said suddenly.

Michelle stopped what she was doing and sat up. "Okay? You mean you want me to fuck you in the ass?" 

Michelle had never actually done that before and had just mentioned it to Emma to see what her reaction would be. Now, the thought of actually using a dildo to fuck her friend's ass began to turn her on. Of course, she wouldn't get any physical pleasure out of it but it would be a turn-on to see the dildo sliding in and out of Emma's ass. That is, if she could take it.

"Yeah," Emma said, "you do it, right? I mean, I never made love to a girl before today and," Emma paused, "Michelle, I really, really, but really liked going down on you, and I really, really liked you going down on me. So, who knows, maybe I'll like anal sex, too. And there's only one way to find out, right? So yeah, Michelle get out the dildo and... you do have some, uh, kind of lubrication, don't you?"

Michelle was excited now. She leaned over Emma and kissed her long and hard. When she pulled her lips away she said, "Yes, we have anal lube and, girlfriend, I'm honored to be the one to take your anal virginity. I'm actually getting wet now."

Emma giggled and pulled Michelle down for another long kiss.

Michelle got up and went into the bathroom, with Emma following. She rummaged around in the bottom drawer on the right side of the vanity and came up with a dildo in one hand and a tube of anal lubricant in the other. The dildo was about eight inches long and not too thick. It was shaped like a man's erect penis, with a glans and veins and even testicles, or half of them. There was a suction cup on the bottom so that the dildo could be secured to a flat surface, allowing a woman to squat or kneel over it and fuck herself without using her hands. Michelle grabbed a hand towel and a bath towel out of an open-faced standing cabinet. She grinned at Emma and led her back into the bedroom where she spread the bath towel open in the middle of the bed.

"Okay, Michelle," Emma said, "I'm going ahead with this, but I am kind of nervous."

Michelle placed her hands on either side of Emma's face. "I'll be really careful and go really slow. You tell me to stop anytime and I will. Now, do you want it doggy style or on your back?"

"What do you suggest, Michelle, you're the expert after all."

Michelle chuckled. "On your back to start with. Then if you decide you like it and want more we can do doggy, or standing up from behind or... ."

"Okay, okay, Michelle," Emma laughed. "I get it." Emma turned and got up on the bed then turned over onto her back with her ass squarely in the middle of the bath towel, placing her feet apart, legs bent at the knees. Her heart was beating strongly in her chest. Another new experience, she thought. So much happening in the short time since I talked to Michelle in the park yesterday.

Michelle crawled up on the bed and kneeled between Emma's feet. She placed the hand towel between her legs then opened the lube. "I'm going to lube up your ass and use my fingers to, hopefully, open you up a bit." Then a thought struck her. "Say Emma, you did have a bowel movement this morning, didn't you?"

"Ewww!" Emma said.

Michelle grimaced. "Yeah, I know, but... ."

Emma laughed. "I understand and yes, I had a big ol' greasy shit this morning."

Now it was Michelle turn to say, "Ewww!"

"Hey, you asked."

Michelle laughed. "Okay, okay. Now grab your legs behind the knees and pull them up." When Emma had done that, Michelle leaned forward to squeeze a liberal amount of the lube over Emma's tight little asshole. After closing the tube, she began rubbing the slick goop all around Emma's anus before carefully slipping a finger in.

"How's that?"

Emma shrugged. "Okay." It felt just a bit strange to have Michelle's finger in her ass but it definitely wasn't a bad feeling.

"Then how's this," Michelle said as she slipped a second finger into her friend ass.

"Oh, well, well, that's different," Emma said. With two fingers pressing into her ass, she could feel it being stretched, still, it wasn't a bad feeling.

Then Michelle got a third finger in Emma's ass and began slowly and gently fucking them in and out just a bit. "How's that?"

"Mmm, that's interesting. I kind of like it." Emma said. Now her anus was being stretched even more and it did feel kind of pleasant to her. Of course, she'd had bowel movements that were bigger and thicker than the tips of her friends three fingers. But then, the anus was meant to push out, not take in.

"Good," Michelle said as she leaned over her knees and brought her face down to Emma's pussy. "I'm going to fuck your ass with my fingers while I lick your pussy, Emma, okay?"

"Yeah, uh, aren't you going to use the dildo?"

"Of course, but later. This is to get your virgin ass used to being penetrated and to stretch it a bit." Michelle began licking and sucking on her friend's pussy while continuing to fuck her fingers in and out of her ass. At first, it was just with the tips, up to the first knuckle. But, as she continued and as her mouth was bringing Emma more and more pleasure, Michelle began pressing her fingers more firmly against Emma's resisting anal sphincter, going in farther and, of course, as her three fingers went in farther they stretched Emma's ass hole open more and more. Finally, Michelle was fucking her fingers as deep as she could into Emma's ass, her mouth still sucking and licking on her pussy. 

Emma was moaning now. It wasn't just Michelle's mouth on her pussy, her fingers, fucking her ass, a totally new experience for her, was feeling good in an almost painful way, but still good. Emma analyzed the physical sensation logically and decided she liked having her asshole stretched open and feeling Michelle's fingers fucking in and out of it.

Michelle heard her friend's moans of pleasure and smiled to herself as she began to suck over and on Emma's clitoris. She pulled her mouth away from Emma's pussy temporarily to bring her other hand into play. As she began sucking on Emma's clitoris again, she slipped three fingers into her pussy and began fucking it, too. Now she was sucking on Emma's clit, as well as fucking her pussy and her ass at the same time.

Emma gasped. "Oh! Oh, Michelle! The feeling of her friend's mouth on her clitoris and her fingers fucking her pussy and ass at the same time was intense. "Ooo-Ooo-Ooo!" Emma wailed as the pleasure was increasing and the sexual tension in her body was building.

Michelle's arms were getting a little tired but she knew that Emma was close to coming. She wanted to have her fingers stuffed as deep up in Emma's ass as she could when she did come.

And then it was happening. Emma gargled out an inarticulate sound as her body bucked up and shuddered. Michelle shoved her fingers deep into to her friend's pussy while her mouth stayed centered on her clitoris, sucking on it, and she shoved the fingers she had in Emma's ass as hard and deep through her anus as she could. She could feel Emma's anal sphincter rhythmically clasping and relaxing on her fingers and it thrilled her.

"Ah! Ahhh!" Emma gasped. She placed her hands on Michelle head and pushed her away. Her orgasm had been strong and her clitoris was now super sensitive.

Michelle pulled her fingers out of Emma's pussy and ass and sat back up on her heels. She smiled then lifted her pussy fingers to her mouth and sucked on them, after which she picked up the hand towel and wiped off her ass fingers.

Emma heaved a big sigh then levered herself up on her elbows. "Wow!" she said, then gave Michelle a big grin. "That was great, girlfriend."

"Thanks. I'm glad you liked it. Just let me know when you're ready for the real deal," Michelle said, holding up the dildo.

"Give me a minute," Emma said. 

"Okay, I'll be right back." Michelle got up and went into the bathroom to wash her ass-tainted fingers. When she came back she snuggle up to Emma. The two girls embraced and kissed gently a couple of times.

"You know, Michelle," Emma started out, "we just talked in the park yesterday. You kissed me. You convinced me to try and seduce my father. We've made love. And now you're showing me what anal sex is like. So far, I like it. But do you know why I decided to try it out?"

"No," Michelle said as she kissed Emma's lips softly once again.

"Your father and your brother like doing anal with you and your mother... ."

"And with other women in the swingers group." Michelle interrupted. "And most of the men there, like performing anal sex, too. I've had a least six different dicks in my ass besides my brother and father."

Emma gave her friend a look. "Seriously?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well see, that's why I decided to let you fuck my ass with the dildo. All those men who want to fuck women in the ass. What's the chances that my father would like to do it to me, too, if I do seduce him?

"Oh you'll seduce him. I'm sure of that," Michelle said. "And once you do then, yeah, he'll eventually get around to wanting to fuck you in the ass too. I'm sure of it. I mean, if he's a normal, healthy male."




Emma's Desire



Emma mulled that over in her mind. The enormity of what she was trying to do—seduce her father—trying to get him over being stuck on dead center about his ex-wife, Emma's mother, the bitch, was a gamble at best in her mind, yet it was one that she was willing to take. So if she did seduce her father, if they became lovers, then, at least according to Michelle, the chances of him eventually wanted to have anal sex with her was a sure thing.

"Okay, dear," Emma said then kissed Michelle sweetly, let's continue to the next step."

Michelle grinned and got to her knees. "Okay, dear, assume the position."

Emma chuckled and grabbed her legs behind the knees to pulled them up and apart. Michelle moved around and got in close to Emma exposed ass. She squirted a bit more lube on her friend's ass and rubbed it around. Then she picked up the dildo and squirted some lube on it and coated it up and down and all around.

"Ready? Michelle asked Emma.

Emma nodded.

Michelle pressed the head of the dildo against her friend's anus. "I want you to push out with your ass muscles while I push in." Michelle saw the change in Emma's anus as she pushed out and began pushing the head of the dildo more firmly against Emma's asshole. She held her breath. Then she saw it begin to open Emma's ass and slowly begin to slide through.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Emma half sighed half moaned and then she gasped, "Ahh!" as the head of the dildo slipped beyond her tight muscular anal ring. She was taking short, shallow breaths.

Michelle held still to let her friend's ass get adjusted to the dildo which was, all things considered, about the thickness of an average cock, maybe a bit thicker.

"How're you doing, Emma," Michelle asked.

Emma nodded, pursed her lips, blew out a little air. "Okay, I think. That's bigger than your fingers were."

"Yeah, a little bit," Michelle said. "But when I begin fucking your ass with it, I think you'll be okay, you know? I think you're going to like it."

"Okay," Emma said.

Michelle took that as a signal to begin. She slowly slid a couple inches more of the dildo into her friend's ass then slowly pulled back on it, then in again and out again, over and over, slowly, carefully, and just as carefully going deeper with nearly every stroke. Soon she was fucking Emma's ass with nearly the whole length of the dildo and Emma was gasping and sighing but giving no indication that Michelle should stop.

Michelle leaned her body down and once again started sucking and licking on Emma's pussy while still fucking her ass with the dildo.

"Oh! Yes! Michelle!" Emma gasped. The feeling of her friend's mouth on her pussy seemed to enhance the nearly painful pleasure that the dildo fucking her ass was giving her. Nearly painful, but mostly pleasurable. 

Michelle didn't try to finger-fuck Emma's pussy this time, just sucking over her clitoris and fucking her ass with the dildo, that was all. And, as she sucked on Emma's clitoris she fucked her ass faster and harder.

Soon, Emma was grunting and groaning and moaning and crying out, "Oh yes! Oh fuck yes! Oh! Oh! Oh! Michelle! Fuck me! Suck me! Do me! Oh God it's good! And then she was coming once more. A delightful, convulsive orgasm. Her body arched, went rigid, shuddered, and then Emma collapsed back on the bed, breathing hard, perspiring.

Michelle carefully pulled the dildo out of Emma's ass and Emma sighed. 

"So I guess you liked that, too, eh? Michelle said with a wicked grin.

"Oh hell yes," Emma replied then laughed. "Now I see why you like it, Michelle."

"You bet, and I'm so glad that you do too," Michelle said, as she wrapped the dildo in the hand towel and set them aside. Then she slid up over Emma's body to give her a long and affectionate kiss while embracing her tightly.

When the girls pulled their lips apart, after one long kiss and several shorter ones, Emma asked, "So, girl friend, do you want me to use the dildo on your ass, now?"

Michelle, kissed Emma one more time then moved off of her to sit up on her folded legs. She grinned. "No, not really. I took it in the ass three times last night, so I'm good for a while."

Emma just gave her friend a look of amazement and grinned, wondering what it would be like to go to a swingers party... and to go with her father.

Michelle reached over to the night stand and picked up her cell phone. It was nearly two p.m. "Anyway, I'm hungry," Michelle continued. "How about lunch?"

"Sounds great," Emma said.

After lunch, the girls put their bikinis back on and did a bit more sunning and then dove into the pool to cool off and swim for a few minutes. Then it was out of the pool, toweling off, and back into the house. They shed their bikinis on the floor of Michelle's parents bedroom and climbed back on the big bed.

They embraced and kissed, not minding their wet hair, and loving the coolness of their skin from having been in the pool. Emma pressed Michelle back on the bed then went down on her. She wanted to taste her pussy again. Wanted to make her friend come with her mouth again. She found the contrast between Michelle's cool thighs against her cheeks and the delicious heat between her inner labia to be exciting. 

Emma just used her mouth on Michelle's pussy, kissing, licking, sucking, nibbling, moving up and down and all over it, sticking her tongue as deep as she could in her vaginal opening. Her own pussy was getting wet, too, from making oral love to her friend again.

Soon Michelle was breathing hard and moaning. She had her hands on Emma's head, not pressing, not guiding, just holding it as she enjoyed what Emma's mouth was doing to her. She remembered the first time her mother went down on her, as well as the first time she'd gone down on her mother. Having her best friend, Emma now fucking her pussy with her mouth was as exciting as when her mother had first done it done it to her.

"Oh Emma! Oh Emma, Emma, Emma!" Michelle gasped and then she was grinding her pussy hard into her friend's mouth as she came again. The delightful pleasure sweeping through her body like gentle waves at the ocean's shore. "Ahh, yesss," she sighed finally.

Emma pulled her mouth away from Michelle's pussy and slid her body up over her, not bothering to wipe the wetness from her lips and chin. She kissed Michelle several time, sweetly, sucking on her tongue, lingering over her lips. Michelle returned the kisses just as sweetly, enjoying the feeling of Emma's body on top of her, of her lips and mouth, as well as the scent and taste of her pussy on Emma's lips and tongue.

"Let's just hold each other," Emma whispered into Michelle's ear as she kissed and nibbled on it.

Michelle nodded and Emma slid off of her. "Turn on your side," Emma said, then she spooned up behind her friend, her left hand over Michelle's body and gently holding her right breast. Emma's breasts were smashed against Michelle's back and Michelle's ass was pressed back into Emma's groin. 

"Mmm, this is nice," Michelle said as both girls relaxed.

"Yeah," Emma replied.

Michelle chuckled.

"What?"

"Well, I've made love to my mother and a few other women, but this is the first time that I've been alone with a woman and just, you know, relaxed after sex like this. I like it."

"Good, because I like it too. It's quiet and peaceful and it just feels so good to be cuddled up behind you."

"Yeah, but I might fall asleep. After that last orgasm I'm feeling drowsy."

Emma moved Michelle's still damp hair out of the way and kissed the back of her neck. "Go ahead and take a nap. I probably will, too. But first, Michelle, I have to say that I love you. I don't mean that I'm in love with you and can't live without you. I've loved you as my friend since we were little. But now I love your as my lover and, well, it's all so wonderful and exciting and I, I really, really like it. I love it. So thank you, my friend for teaching me this new way to love you and to have you love me."

Michelle turned over and placed a hand on Emma's face, then she leaned in to give her a light kiss on the lips. "You're welcome, Emma. I feel the same way. And I do love you, too, as a friend and now as a lover.

The two girls embraced each other tightly and gave each other a long, wet kiss. Then they got themselves settled again, this time with Michelle facing Emma. Soon Michelle was asleep, breathing slowly and regularly. Emma watched her friend's beautiful face in repose and could still see the little five-year-old she'd met in kindergarten. She smiled and closed her eyes and was soon asleep herself.

Nearly an hour later Michelle woke up, yawned and stretched. Then she kissed Emma on the forehead. "Wake up sleeping beauty," she said.

Emma woke, smiled, yawned and stretched also. Then she pulled Michelle on top of her. The girls traded a few kisses. Emma's hand ran up and down the smooth, tanned skin of Michelle's back. She squeezed her firm ass cheeks and they kissed some more.

"Ready for more sex, sweetie," Michelle asked with a smile.

"Would it bother you if I said no?" Emma asked.

Michelle's brow furrowed slightly.

"You see, Michelle, knowing that you and your father and mother and brother are lovers, knowing that you go to a swingers club and fuck other men and women... well, it has finally made up my mind. I was teasing my father this morning, but I wasn't sure if I could go all the way with it, to where it was leading. Now I'm sure that I can, that I do want to take it all the way. I've got this excited feeling in the pit of my stomach right now, thinking that soon, I hope, I will really be making love with my dad, that I'll be sucking his cock, that he'll be licking my pussy, that we'll be fucking and, even that he might fuck me in the ass.

"I told him that I might be spending the night here, Michelle, but now I want to go home and tease him some more, get him all hot and bothered. I have to see if he is willing to make love to his little girl, because now, I'm sure that I want him too. It's been my desire to get him to date, to forget about the bitch. And if I can do that myself, be his date, be his lover, then I think that would be wonderful. Like you, Michelle, I don't care anymore that he's my father, that we would be committing incest. I just want to make him happy and, well, to fuck his brains out so he won't ever mope over Rachel again."

"Well, since you put it that way, Emma, I guess I'll have to let you go. But I'll miss you."

"There will be other times, sweetie."

Damn right there will."

Emma found her dress and slipped it over her head and smoothed it out.

"Going commando underneath, I see," Michelle said with a grin.

"Well, I only had my bikini on underneath when I came over and I'm not going to put it back on, even if it was dry. Besides, when I get home, if he's in his recliner, I'm going to plop down in his lap and give him a big kiss. And who knows, maybe I'll feel something getting hard under my ass." Emma giggled at the thought of actually feeling her father's hard dick while sitting on his lap. Well, she could hope, couldn't she?

Michelle giggled also at the image Emma presented. "Go get him, tiger."

The girls embrace and had one last, long kiss inside the front door before Emma left.

Michelle locked the door behind Emma and turned around with a sigh. She could go out but she really didn't feel like clubbing, She could go to the swingers club, but after last night and then today with Emma, Michelle was sexually satisfied for now. Home alone. Wonder what's on TV?

Chapter 5.

After he cleaned himself up after fantasizing about having sex with his daughter and spewing cum over his body, Adam decided he needed to clear his head. He put on shorts, a t-shirt, socks and running shoes and went out and did his normal three times a week five mile run. When he came back he went out to the covered patio where he had a pull-up bar and some free weights. He did three sets of pull-ups, alternating with three sets of push-ups. Then he got two fifty pound dumb bells off the rack and strapped them to his hands and did three sets of squats, resting between sets.

Adam re-racked the weights and went into the house to get himself a glass of iced tea then he went back out on the patio to sit and relax and cool off in the shade. After that he fixed himself a sandwich then went into his office. He'd brought home work, as he usually did on weekends, in case he got the time or was otherwise bored. His job was to design new bridges, not too common, or to design the best ways to reinforce or repair existing bridges. He spend the next few hours immersed in his work and it almost worked, getting the fantasy of making love to Emma out of his mind. Almost, but not quite. As he was working he would mentally see little flashes of her in her crop-top and revealing shorts, or feel her pressing her ripe young body against his. His cock was in a state of half-arousal the whole time, still, in spite of all that, he was able to get quite a bit of work done.

At four-thirty he called it quits, grabbed a bottle of beer out of the refrigerator and went to sit on the patio again. The day had warmed up but it wasn't unbearably hot. There were birds flitting around in the shrubs in his backyard and in the tall trees that two of his neighbors had. But for the birds twittering and tweeting there was very little sound. And the breeze, when it came around, had a little bit of coolness in it.

Adam was on his second beer, deciding what he was going to have for dinner when Emma came out the sliding door from the kitchen. "Here you are," she said cheerfully.

"Oh hi, sweetie. I thought you were going to spend the night over at the Cummings."

"Changed my mind," Emma said as she plopped herself down in her father's lap. She twisted her torso around towards him so she could look at him face-to-face, then she smiled and lowered her lips to her father's and kissed him gently, again, with just the tip of her tongue touching his lips. Her right breast was pressed firmly against her father's chest.

"Emma," a perplexed Adam asked, "what are you doing?"

Emma gave her father a wide-eyed innocent look. Now that she'd finally decided that she would be his lover if she could convince him, she was enjoying herself. Of course, she was still nervous, her heart beating hard in her chest. "Oh, I just thought I sit on my daddy's lap and talk about the first thing that popped up." Now she gave her father a very impish grin and wiggled her ass into his lap.

Adam felt his cock reacting again. He knew that if he didn't get Emma off his lap soon she would be able to feel it. But then he thought, she's playing with me, teasing me on purpose. Why would she be doing that? Does she really mean it? Does she know what she's doing?

All doubt left Adam's mind when Emma kissed him again, only this time she actively probed his lips with her tongue. Adam was shocked, but his cock got even harder. And then he relaxed. Okay, he thought, I'll play her game and see just how far she's willing to go. He knew it was wrong, but Emma had him so turned on that he was nearly cross-eyed. He opened his mouth to his daughter, heard her moan, which shocked him but, at the same time, sent a shiver of sexual excitement through his body. He felt her press her body more firmly against his. Her tongue darted into his mouth to explore and taste, to touch and twist around his tongue. Adam shut off his critical brain function and kissed his daughter just as ardently, just as passionately as she was kissing him. And now his cock was truly hard, although it was in a rather uncomfortable position.

"My God, Emma," Adam said when she finally pulled her lips from his, "do you know what you're doing?"

Emma gave her father a big smile. "I think so. I can feel it," she said as she wiggled her ass against his erection.

Adam laughed and shook his head. "Raise up a bit, darling." When she did, he reached into his shorts and straightened out his cock. "There, that's better."

Emma sat back down and smiled at her father.

"Why are you doing this, Emma," Adam asked.

"Because I love you, Dad. I really love you and... ." Emma paused. "Because I want to make you feel good, Dad."

"Emma you do realize we're talking about incest here?"

Emma smiled at her father's use of the work "we're." Obviously he was thinking about it too.

"Of course I do, Dad. But I'm eighteen. I'm an adult, at least when it comes to deciding if I want to have sex and who I want to have it with. And I want to have sex with you. I've come to realize in the last two days that I have a greater, deeper love for you than I ever thought. And that I want to consummate that love by being your lover, by us being lovers."

"But, but... ." Adam stuttered.

"That, too, Dad," Emma said deciding to test her theory of men liking the thought of having anal sex with their women.

"What?" Adam asked, confused.

"Butt sex, Dad, anal sex. I want to do everything with you including anal sex."

Adam gave her daughter a shocked look and, if possible, his cock just got harder. "You've had anal sex... and, and you liked it?" He'd tried anal sex with his ex-wife exactly once and she definitely told him he would never do it to her again. Many of his solo sex sessions, watching internet porn, involved women getting fucked in the ass. But, because of his ex-wife's reaction to anal sex, he always had felt a little guilty about it. Was it normal? Was it right? But now, here was his daughter telling him that she was willing to have anal sex with him.

Okay, Emma told herself, I only had anal sex with Michelle and a dildo today, but I did like it. "Yes, Daddy, I've had anal sex and I liked it. I can even come that way."

Adam's mouth was open but he wasn't saying anything. He closed his mouth after a couple of seconds. He was thinking. Can I really have sex with my daughter? She says she wants us to. Well, I suppose we can keep it a secret. I can't imagine her wanting to tell anyone and neither do I. But is it right? What the hell is right? My love for Rachel was right and what did that get me? Oh God, if I'm honest with myself, then yes, God yes, I would love to have sex with Emma, even if she is my daughter. Oh yes, I know I do.

"Dad," Emma said, deciding to take advantage of his silence, "I want to suck your cock, I want you to lick my pussy, I want you to fuck my pussy, and, yes, I want you to fuck my ass. Is that clear enough for you?" Then she kissed her father again, another deep, passionate kiss, to which he responded immediately, holding his daughter tight in his arms.

When Emma finally pulled her lips away from her father's, he said, "Okay, baby girl, if you really feel that way, then, well, yes I want us to have sex. Hell, who am I kidding, considering what you've told me, I'd be crazy not to be your lover. You are such a beautiful and sexy and desirable young woman. Are you sure you want to have sex with your old dad?"

"Dad," Emma spoke softly as she rubbed her lips over his, "you're not old. You're not even forty yet. And you're handsome and in good shape and you love me and I love you. And I do, I really do want to make love with you."

Adam's heart was beating hard in his chest now that he realized that his fantasy of earlier in the day was actually going to become a reality. "Oh, Emma. Oh yes, Emma. But there's a problem."

Emma kissed her father's lips sweetly. "What problem, Daddy?"

"I don't have any condoms in the house. I'll have to go buy some. I don't want to get you pregnant."

A thrill shot through Emma's stomach at her father's words, "I don't want to get you pregnant." She realized in that instance that getting pregnant by her father was something she'd never thought about, but in that same instance she realized that eventually it could become a possibility. That thought turned her arousal level up several notches.




Emma's Desire



"Oh ya, I'm sure he'd love to get his cock into that tight little ass of yours. Tell you what, we'll get him out on the lanai and oil him up good and you too. I'll grab the video camera and we'll do a video of your first anal penetration. It would be great for a resume, you know?" Deb said giggling with Emma.

"Wow, that's a great idea and you guys can keep a copy too. You know, for when I become famous, you can say you knew me before and helped give me a start!" Emma beamed with delight.

The next morning we all showered together, laughing and talking about the night before. We still hadn't reviewed the pictures and after the shower we spent a couple of hours Oooing and aaaawing at our sexual fun captured on film the night before, deciding which shots we wanted to enlarge. Emma giggled at the word, enlarge, and pointing to my cock told Deb, "Jees, Mike's cock looks like it wants some attention!" "You're insatiable Emma!" she laughed and reached over to give Emma a kiss.

"We have a surprise for you Michael!" Emma giggled, as she bent over and spread her ass cheeks and added, "Tell him Deb."

Deb walked over to Emma and placed her finger along Emma's crack and pointed directly at her tight, coiled rectum and said, "Well my dear, Emma wants you to have a new play hole today!" as she tapped Emma's rectum, adding, "And I'm going to film it all!" 

As the girls began getting ready, I remember thinking, "JUST what we needed. A porn star to get our sex life back!"