0 comments/ 5464 views/ 0 favorites New Day By: BiJesus1794 He felt his heart swell with love as he watched her sleeping beside him on the bed. Her black hair framing her face stood out with sharp contrast against the white of the pillow. She looked like an angel, a siren. This, plus the fact that she eas nude, made her look like any straight man's fantasy. Leaning down, he gently kissed her lips. Sleepily, she opened her eyes, a flash of blue, and closed them just as quickly. Smiling, she stretched, the sheet slipping off her full breasts. She let out a soft moan at the erotic feel, her nipples arching upwards. "Good morning Gorgeous," he told her, smiling at the sight she made. Already he could imagine what the day would hold. "Mornin'," she mumbled, snuggling closer to him. She gasped as she felt him stiffening against her thigh. "Ooooh well hello to you too," she said grinning. Reaching between their bodies, she wrapped her hand around his erection. He groaned and watched as she licked her way down his chest. Maintaining eye contact, she enveloped the tip of his cock in her mouth. She gently ran her tongue over his head while fondling his balls. "Fucking tease," he managed to get out. She was still just barely licking the tip of him. "I'm not going to last much longer if you keep doing that," he told her in a strained voice. He felt the vibrations on his cock as she laughed and took him deeper inside her mouth. It was Heaven. She eas wet and warm and the slide of her soft lips over his hard shaft was bringing him closer to the edge. Sensing this, she stopped, grinning. "Ughh," he groaned. "Now it's your turn," he said, flipping her on her back. Her squeal of surprise turned into a moan as he latched his mouth onto her nipple. Twisting and pinching the other one, he alternated between them. The scratch of his tongue on her sensitive flesh was causing her to writh beneath him. He began to kiss his way down toward the apex of her thighs. Gently he parted the folds of her womanhood, inhaling her clean, feminine scent. She cried out in pleasure as his mouth closed over the sensitive nub located at the top of her pussy. She threaded her fingers through his hair and held him to her. He licked and sucked her clit, occasionally dipping into her hole to tongue fuck her there as well. Her climax hit her suddenly, causing her to cry out. He held her under her thighs and licked and sucked all her juices off of her. He then crawled up her body, feeling her curves. "I want you inside me. NOW!" she gasped out. He pushed his cock right to the entrance of her pussy. "You want it here?" he asked her, teasing. "Yes!!" she pleaded. "Beg for it," he said. "Please fuck me! PLEASE!" she begged. Unable to take it, he plunged forward into her depths. She felt so good. She could feel his cock moving inside her and it was pure ecstasy. "Ooooooooooh," she moaned. "Fuck me! FUCK MEEE!" By now, she was screaming. He was breathing heavily, panting loudly, his cock slamming into he repeatedly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh resounded thoughout the room as he continued to slam into her hot cunt. "Fuck me harder. Oooooh yeah I'm about to come," she screamed. "Me too baby," he said between grunts. With one final thrust, they both screamed out at the same time. Her pussy muscles rippling on his cock made him explode. His hot seed shot deep inside her. The shudders finally subsided and he collapsed beside her, pulling her to him, spooning. Spent, she immediately fell asleep. He kissed her neck and fell asleep wondering what was going to happen next. Maybe anal? :) New Day Dawning Maggie Clark lay in bed, her back resting against her bedroom wall and her eyes closed. The music blaring through her headphones effectively drowned out the world around her, leaving her with only the sounds of the bass, guitar, and a heavy drum line. The singer was screaming about some lost love but Maggie wasn't particularly interested in the words, it was the sentiment she was feeling at the moment. Cracking an eye open, she was disappointed to feel the warmth of tears beneath her lids. When she had gotten the phone call the day before, Maggie had no idea what was coming her way. She and Leo had been dating for the last five years and there had been no indication that anything was wrong. The revelation that Leo had been cheating on her for the past two years had shattered her world in a way she didn't even think was possible. Over the last half decade, Leo had always been there for her. She had someone to trust and support her, to love her unconditionally, and now that had been ripped away. Maggie felt totally alone. The fact that Leo's tryst had been with her best friend only added to the devastation she was feeling. Returning to the music Maggie let the rage flow through her; the singer's screams mixed with her own internal cries. She had always been a hothead; her red hair was the perfect reflection of her inner fire. Now it spilled down the back of her neck, flowing over her shoulders in a tousled mess. Maggie let all her anger and frustration run around in her nineteen-year-old head as the tears began to fall from her eyes once again. When she heard the door to her room begin to open, she looked up in surprise. "Dad!" She almost shouted, frantically wiping the tears from her eyes and pulling off her headphones. "You never heard of knocking?" "I tried," Jeff Clark said with a small shrug. "But you didn't answer." "And you just took that as permission to come on in?" Maggie's indignation was undercut by the tears still running down her cheeks. Her face was slightly puffy and her eyes slightly red from crying, the damp spots on her pale blue tank top another clear indication of the sorrow she was currently feeling. "Baby," Jeff said quietly as he sat down next to her, "are you okay?" Maggie's top lip began to quiver as she threw herself into his arms. "No!" She sobbed into his chest. "I'm not." Maggie crawled as deep into her father's arms as she could, basking in his paternal love. Her body trembled as she sobbed into his chest. "It's okay baby," he said soothingly, running his hand over her hair and down her back. "Everything will be okay." Maggie sniffled a little bit, finally starting to regain her composure. She didn't say anything. The safety she felt in her father's arms a welcome contrast to her earlier emotions. "I made a mess of your shirt." Jeff smiled a little as he looked down at his shoulder which was damp from his daughter's tears. "I think I'll live," he said and kissed his daughter on the head. "Now tell me what's going on." "Leo broke up with me," she blurted out. Maggie felt her father stiffen underneath her. Jeff had never liked Leo and now that he'd made his daughter cry, Maggie could tell that he was very unhappy with her ex. Jeff held Maggie a little tighter, his arms wrapping most of the way around her as he gently rubbed her arm. "You were too good for him anyway." "Thanks daddy." "Can I get you anything Mags?" "I don't think so daddy," Maggie replied, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. "But thank you." Jeff stood up and offered his daughter a smile. "Well I'll be in my room if you need anything." On his way out of the room, Jeff pulled the door closed behind him and a few seconds later Maggie heard the door to his bedroom at the far end of the hallway close quietly. Sadly, Maggie realized that her Daddy had no one in his life either. Maggie's mother had left them not long after she'd been born. She'd left a note for Maggie's father talking about how she couldn't cope with having a child and how she wasn't ready for the responsibility. Maggie's mother had expected her to go and live with her grandparents, but her father, who was only nineteen at the time, had stepped up, saying he would raise his daughter himself. Over the years, there were a few women who came and went from Maggie's life, but none of them seemed to want to stay. Somehow, it seemed harder for a single dad on the dating scene than a single mom. There hadn't been anyone in Jeff's life for a few years, at least not that Maggie knew of, and the walls of their apartment were thin enough that there were few secrets between the two of them. It had always been just the two of them, even when they both had significant others in their lives, they were always there for each other. There had been times in her youth that Maggie had wanted a mother: her first period and shopping for tampons had been a real treat with her father. He knew as much about tampons as his daughter had at the time, but there he was at midnight walking up and down the aisle at the local drugstore trying to find her the right ones. To Maggie it seemed like throughout her whole life he had always made that extra effort and now that she was older, Maggie tried to do the same for him. Feeling better after having had her good cry, Maggie laid her head down on her pillow, almost immediately falling into a restless sleep. Maggie was vaguely aware of her father moving around the apartment. Through the fog of sleep she heard various bumps as well as shifting of the floor boards as Jeff moved around the apartment. She fully awoke a short time later. The warm reds of the afternoon sunset had faded into the cool dark of night. After stretching she made her way to the restroom and then to the kitchen for a late snack. She crunched on a few carrots as she looked around the refrigerator but was unimpressed by their selection of food. Maggie settled for a glass of milk and the last few carrots. The summer night was so warm that even the air conditioning was having trouble keeping up, so the cool liquid was satisfying. Making her way back down the hallway, Maggie saw the pale light spilling through a small crack in her father's door. A quiet groan stopped her short when she realized it was coming from the direction of her father's bedroom. Maggie knew that she should go back to her own room and forget what she had heard but she didn't. Almost hypnotized, she crept forward until she could see into her father's room. She gasped quietly as she saw her father lying naked on top of his bed while he furiously stroked his hard cock. She watched as Jeff worked his hand quickly up and down his shaft. His cock wasn't overly long, a respectable six inches, but it was wide, and thick, unlike any other Maggie had seen before. She watched totally mesmerized as his hand stroked the meat in it, his body occasionally twitching, and a quiet groan escaping his lips. It wasn't long before Jeff had finished, spurting a few stray streams of cum onto his bare chest as he struggled to catch his breath. Suddenly feeling very exposed, Maggie made her way back down the hallway as quickly and quietly as she could, shutting the door to her bedroom silently behind her. She leaned her back against the door for a few minutes, her heart pounding, and her breath coming hard and fast. Almost to her amazement, she felt a warm tingling between her thighs and realized she was extremely wet. Her silk panties clung to her moist sex and for a moment Maggie felt ashamed, but a little voice inside her head told her that it was simply biology. Her father wasn't an ugly man by any stretch; in fact, he kept himself in great shape for a man in his late thirties. And his cock, well, Maggie thought, it wasn't bad either. Confident that she had not been discovered Maggie laid back down in bed though sleep was not going to come easily. Looking up at the ceiling, Maggie couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to fuck her father. She wondered how it would feel to have the man she loved more than anyone in the world inside of her, to be one with him. Absently, she ran her hands over her body imagining that they were actually her father's hands. She took her left breast in one hand and rubbed it through the thin fabric of her shirt while her other hand began to gently stroke her pussy. As taboo as it felt, Maggie couldn't deny how amazing it felt when she toyed with her clit while imagining it was her father's tongue. Her whole body felt electric as she imagined his hands roughly rubbing her breasts. Sliding her shirt up, she pinched her nipples until she almost squealed as she rolled back and forth a little in delight. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she licked and sucked them till they were wet and then slid a finger inside of herself. Maggie worked her finger in and out of herself as she closed her eyes and thought about her father. She pictured his firm, muscular chest with the faintest trace of chest hair on top of her. She imagined his warm, strong arms wrapped around her body and his smiling face looking down at her. Most of all she thought about the way his body twitched when he had cum and wanted to be the cause of it. It didn't take long for her orgasm to explode, her body stiffening and shaking as she gasped in sheer delight. Smiling and basking in the glow of her orgasm, Maggie lay in bed. She felt amazing, but she couldn't help the single thought creeping into her mind: what would the real thing be like? Maggie wondered what it would look like in everyday life, her father being her lover. She thought about going to work and to class and then coming home and having an amazing man waiting for her. He was older, but other women had been with older men for far less noble reasons than love. Love. It was at that moment that Maggie realized she loved her father. Not simply as a child loves a parent, but the way a woman loves a man. All her life she had been looking for her perfect man when he had been right in front of her the whole time. Settling down into her pillow and pulling the sheets up over herself Maggie decided that the time had come to be with her father. She would seduce him as she would any other man, biology no longer mattered. She was in love with the perfect man, and she would have him or no one else. With a smile, Maggie closed her eyes falling into a deep sleep that was filled with dreams of what the morning would bring. Waking up the next day, Maggie felt the return of uncertainty. What in the dark had seemed like a logical course of action to take seemed more and more wrong in the cold hard light of day. But Maggie held tightly to her convictions, her father was the man of her dreams and she wanted to be with him, but she knew she was going to have to work harder to seduce him than she would any of the boys from school. For them a quick wink and a little caress was all it took to have them drooling like morons. Her father was a real man, and he would only be interested in a real woman. The sounds of her father moving around the house got her mind working. Pulling her nightshirt over her head, Maggie selected a small white tank top, one that exposed her midriff and hugged her breasts. Her areolas were just barely visible through the tight, almost translucent fabric, much to her delight. Satisfied with the way she looked in her panties and the top she'd chosen, Maggie made her way into the hallway. The sizzle and smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the apartment guided her to the kitchen where Jeff was bent over the stove, working the contents of the griddle with a spatula. He was shirtless, the plaid sweatpants he wore hanging low on his hips. Maggie took a second to enjoy the view as Jeff emptied the eggs and bacon onto a plate while taking a swig of coffee from his favorite mug. "Morning sleeping beauty," Jeff said cocking an eyebrow when he looked at his daughter. His eyes lingered on her for a moment and Maggie wondered with schoolgirl delight if he was checking her out. "Sleep well?" "Mmmmm very," Maggie replied, stretching her arms over her head and pushing her breasts out a little more than she might have normally. Making her way to the other side of the room, Maggie walked up behind Jeff and wrapped her arms around his torso. "I love you daddy." "Love you too sugarplum," he replied without turning around. "Now come on and eat some breakfast before it gets cold." The words had been spoken in passing. It was the normal response to "I love you" but her father's reply had caused Maggie's heart to swell. She wrapped her arms around him a little tighter for a moment, not wanting to let him go. But the moment passed and she made her way to her chair and sat down across the table from her father. They talked a little over breakfast about their plans for the day. Jeff had some errands to run, and Maggie had to be at work for the afternoon shift. The pleasantries passed, but "I love you," rattled around in Maggie's brain like a chant. It would continue to throughout the day too as Maggie would whisper it to herself while she stocked shelves and directed ignorant customers around the store. Fantasies ran wild in her head about her father ravishing her in every position and in every circumstance imaginable. The thoughts made her horny enough that she had to excuse herself halfway through the shift in order to use the ladies room. Once safely alone inside the restroom it didn't take much to make her cum. She was already so wet that her panties were saturated, and she could feel moisture dripping down her legs. In her head, Maggie had decided that when she got home her father would be waiting there, hard and ready for her, and it was that thought that got her through the day. Unfortunately, by the time Maggie got home it was late. She had gotten dragged into closing up and had spent every second wondering what her father was doing at home. She thought he might be jerking off again, his hard cock in his hand as he pumped it vigorously, dreaming of naughty things. Maggie rushed through everything she had to do almost desperate to get home to her father. By the time, everything was done that needed to be, it was past eleven, and it was almost midnight when she finally walked through her door. The lights were off in the small apartment, and every indication was that Jeff had gone to bed hours before. Quietly, so as not to wake him, she collapsed into bed and fell into a sound sleep that was again filled with erotic dreams. Maggie was almost disappointed when she realized that her father had already left for work by the time she exited her room the next morning. She felt strangely empty, like a piece of her was missing. But instead of focusing on the negative, she decided to use the time to do a little research. Her father wouldn't be home for hours, and Maggie had plans to make. Making her way to Jeff's room, Maggie located his laptop which was plugged in and charging on the nightstand. Flipping open the cover, Maggie was faced with her first challenge: the password. It took about thirty seconds of trying different variations of names and dates before she found the right combination. It was her birthday. Smiling to herself, Maggie opened up the internet browser and scrolled through the history until she found what she was looking for. Her father apparently didn't watch much pornography; there were only five windows that he had opened on the site. Maggie opened each of them in turn, loving how naughty she felt watching the same things her father had. She felt even naughtier when she realized they all had one thing in common. "So," she thought to herself, "he likes redheads." Maggie could barely contain her excitement at this revelation. She noticed that in all the scenes, the women were wearing white lace lingerie and their bush was not shaved completely, but well-trimmed. She felt herself getting wet watching the women being pounded by huge cocks as they moaned in pleasure. In the back of her head Maggie couldn't shake the fact that all the women resembled her in some way, and she began to wonder who her father was thinking about when he masturbated. Pleased with the information she had gathered, she deleted all evidence that she'd been there, closed the laptop, and returned it to its original position. She spent the rest of the day preparing for the evening she had in mind. It was the first time they would both be home together in almost a week, and Maggie wanted it to be extra special. She drove to a local department store and selected a pair of tiny white lace panties and matching bra. The panties hinted at the red hair beneath them and the bra was equally scant, her pink nipples barely visible through the lace. As Maggie stood admiring herself in the mirror, she couldn't help the excitement that was building inside of her while she wondered if after she put them on later, would her father would be the one to take them off? Satisfied in her choice, Maggie also purchased a bottle of wine, some steak, and other fixings for an evening meal. Most of the day was spent cooking, but as five-o-clock rolled around and her father's return approached, Maggie became more and more apprehensive. There were butterflies dancing around in her stomach, and she would tremble at times out of anticipation and fear. It had crossed her mind that her plan might not work, that her father might not feel the same way about her, that doing what she was going to do might destroy the only solid relationship she'd ever truly had. However, to Maggie, the risk seemed worth the reward. When Jeff walked through the door that night, Maggie was almost giddy with anticipation. Her panties were long since saturated from the fantasies she had concocted while cooking dinner. Many were naughty, dirty things that most girls wouldn't normally do with their fathers, but the thought of doing them with Jeff drove her wild. "Something smells good." She hadn't heard his voice in a day, but it seemed to her like a lifetime had passed since she'd heard her father speak. "Daddy!" she said with a little squeal, running over and wrapping her arms around him. She held him a little longer than normal, savoring the familiar smell of his aftershave, his skin overly warm from his time outside. When the embrace broke Maggie instructed Jeff to sit in the other room where she had already assembled two chairs and placed a candle on the small dining room table. It wasn't long before dinner was complete and Maggie put the small feast on the table for both of them to enjoy. Jeff poured himself a glass of wine and the two sat down to eat. The dinner conversation was nothing unusual. It was polite and covered how they'd both spent their days, the quality of Maggie's cooking, and the latest movie with Hugh Jackman. Once dinner was over, Maggie cleared the table and the two of them moved into the living room. Jeff sat on the couch and Maggie happily sat next to him, feeling his arms slide around her, cradling her almost protectively. As the moment grew closer Maggie's pulse quickened. She started to speak but found her mouth strangely dry. "Daddy?" "Yes baby?" "I bought something special today." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah! You wanna see?" "Sure," Jeff replied, taking another sip of wine. "Okay," Maggie said, a wide grin splitting her face. "I'll be right back." Once in her room, she couldn't get naked quickly enough. Checking herself in the mirror, Maggie made sure everything was perfect before she pulled on the panties and bra. Pulling the hairband out of her hair, Maggie watched her hair fall down her shoulders, just grazing the tops of her breasts. She tousled it a little, giving a little pout to the mirror and striking a quick pose. Pulling on a pair of high heels, Maggie walked back out of the bedroom and into the living room. She saw her father's eyes open wide as she entered, taking in every bit of the sexy woman standing before him. New Day Dawning "Do you like it?" she asked, squeezing her breasts together and offering a sly smile. "I, uh," Jeff swallowed, trying to find appropriate words. "It's, um, quite revealing." Maggie leaned in close to her father's ear, letting him smell the vanilla perfume she knew he loved. "I got it for you." The words were barely a whisper, but they seemed to strike Jeff right at his core. He stood, holding his hands in front of him almost defensively. "Mags...we can't." "Why not?" she asked, her lips barely grazing his cheek. "I love you more than anything daddy." "Because I'm your father," Jeff replied as he started to back away, but he didn't move far, his eyes' still wandering over Maggie's scantily clad body. Glancing down Maggie noticed a slight bulge growing in her father's pants, making her even hotter and wetter than she already was. "I don't care daddy. I want to be with you. I want to be the woman in your life, not just the girl. I need to be yours daddy in every way I can be." "But it's..." Jeff's voice was barely a whisper. His hands were around her now, barely touching the skin on her bare back. Maggie felt his hands float over her skin, admiring her, worshiping her, the touch of a man who truly loved her, and it was electric. Maggie wrapped her arms around his shoulders, gazing deeply into her father's eyes. They stood there for almost a minute, lips slightly parted, just feeling one another's breath on their lips. Maggie looked up at her father, the man she had loved and revered for so long, the man who she wanted more than anything in the world. For all his protestations, Jeff was not moving away and Maggie could feel the hardness of his cock inside his pants as she pressed against him. Her mouth moved forward so slowly it was almost imperceptible. Jeff didn't move as his daughter's lips pressed gently against his own. Maggie kissed him slowly and softly at first, savoring the taste of wine from his mouth. At first Jeff did not react, there was no positive or negative motion. He simply stood there, and Maggie was worried he was about to push her away. Instead, his arms wrapped around her and held her tightly as he gently kissed her back. After a second, he stopped again, looking deeply into his daughter's eyes. "You look so much like your mother," he whispered. Maggie smiled and kissed him again, this time more deeply and passionately. "Then let me do for you what she couldn't," she whispered back. The two kissed slowly and deeply. Maggie pressed her body hard against her father's while he held her tightly, his hands sliding up and down her back. Breaking the kiss, Maggie took her father by the hand, guiding him to his bedroom. Jeff followed behind her, admiring the sway of his daughter's hips as she led him through the small apartment. Once inside the bedroom, Maggie turned and gently pushed her father onto the bed. He fell backwards, his legs dangling off the edge. Very slowly, Maggie started to undo her father's belt, popping the button on his jeans and slowly sliding the zipper down. She could see the outline of his cock pushing against the fabric of his shorts as she slid his jeans to his ankles. Glancing back up, Maggie saw her father looking down at her with a small smile on his face. Smiling back, she returned her attention to the bulge in her father's boxers. Maggie gently rubbed her cheek over the fabric, letting his cock twitch as her warm breath stimulated it through the boxers. "Mmmmm daddy," she cooed. "You're so big and hard for your little girl." "You have that effect on me baby," he said quietly. Smiling, Maggie pulled his boxer's down, allowing his cock to spring out and smack her in the face. Sticking her tongue out, Maggie ran it up and down the length of her father's cock, savoring the sweet and salty taste of his flesh. Swirling her tongue around the head of his cock, she slowly worked her hand up and down the shaft. Leaning forward, she let his cock slide into her mouth, her saliva providing the necessary lubrication. As she worked her mouth up and down she thought how amazing it felt to have her father's cock in her mouth. She imagined how much more amazing it would feel to have it inside her where she desperately wanted it. Standing up, Maggie slid her panties slowly down to her ankles, making sure her father could see every inch of her. She stood over him, letting him soak in the sight of her trimmed bush, glistening slit, and toned body. Neither of them said a word as Maggie straddled her father, locking eyes with him as she took his cock in her hand, guiding him slowly and gently to her waiting hole. There was no hesitation this time. Maggie felt the head of her father's cock enter her and gasped with pleasure. Inch by delicious inch, her father slid deeper and deeper inside her, spreading her aching pussy with his thick cock. By the time Jeff was entirely inside her Maggie was seconds away from cumming. "Fuck, you're so big daddy," she moaned, rocking herself a little, as she adjusted to his girth. "Ahhhh my baby," Jeff moaned in reply. "You're so fucking tight." "Just for you daddy." Placing her knees on the bed, Maggie leaned over her father and started to work her hips in earnest, feeling his hard meat sliding in and out of her with slow, deep strokes. His hands found her ass, grinding her against him with every thrust. Neither of them was in a rush, and neither of them wanted this to end too quickly. Their pace was slow, rhythmic, with Maggie moaning each time Jeff's cock slid deep inside her. It didn't take long for her to cum, her orgasm intense as her toes curled and her body trembled against her father's chest. Sitting back up, her chest heaving from her orgasm, Maggie unhooked her bra and freed her breasts to the air. Her nipples hardened as she teased and pinched them while riding her father's cock with slow, rough rocks of her hips. Jeff sat up, wrapping his arms around his daughter and sucking one of her nipples into his mouth. Maggie moaned loudly and arched her back, pressing her breast hard into his mouth as her free hand caressed the back of his head. The roughness of his unshaven face against her soft skin drove Maggie wild as she abandoned herself to his touch. She felt Jeff's tongue flick and swirl around her nipple as he held her tightly against him. Maggie twitched and jumped in delight as he switched to her other nipple, his saliva sliding down her breast and onto her stomach. She squeezed her wet pussy around his cock, sucking at him hungrily, wanting every inch of him inside her. Maggie felt her father's arms wrap around her even tighter as he stood, lifting her with him, his cock still buried inside her. Turning her around, Jeff dropped her back to the bed, spreading her legs wide as he thrust in and out of her. "Fuck daddy," she moaned, while spreading her legs as wide as she could. "You like fucking your little girl?" Jeff didn't answer her question right away; he just smiled. Then he leaned in close to her. "No," he said, a little growl in his voice. "I fucking love it!" He punctuated each word with a hard, deep thrust. Maggie squealed with each stroke and her breath came raggedly as she felt her father pound her tight hole. She felt her juices sliding down to her asshole and then onto the bed and loved how dirty it made her feel, being so wet for her father. Looking up she saw the man of her dreams standing over her, her legs spread wide for him, and in that moment, everything seemed perfect in Maggie's world. She was close to cumming again, but she could tell her father was too. Maggie held her orgasm inside her, letting it build and build, determined to cum at the same time her father did. It wasn't long before his breathing started to become ragged. "Mags," he gasped. "I'm gonna..." "Cum for me daddy," she moaned as she bucked her hips. "Cum all over your baby girl." Four strokes later and Maggie came again, her whole body convulsing around her father's cock as the most intense orgasm she ever had crashed over her. Her orgasm continued for a measurable seconds, her legs stiff, toes curled, while her arms held her father tight against her, the only sound she could manage was a squeaking moan. Maggie felt her father thrust a few more times before he pulled his cock out, groaning as he shot his cum over her pussy and stomach. "Fuuuuuuuckkkk," Maggie moaned in delight as she watched her father shake as he cum, reveling in her father's warm wetness. She felt him collapse on the bed next to her, chest heaving and sweaty from exertion. Maggie lay still for a few seconds recovering before scooping up some of her father's cum and licking it from her fingers. "You taste soooooo good daddy." "Holy fuck baby girl," Jeff whispered, still struggling to catch his breath. "That was unbelievable" Maggie rolled over, running her hand over her father's chest. "You liked it daddy?" "I loved it baby. I've wanted to do that for a long time." "Mmmmm," Maggie leaned up and sucked her father's tongue into her mouth. "We should have done this sooner." Jeff laughed at that and Maggie felt his arm wrap tight around her, his fingers barely touching her soft, sweaty skin. They lay like that for a while, kissing and caressing each other before they rested. "Daddy," Maggie whispered. "I love you." "Love you too baby," Jeff replied. "No," she said, sitting up and looking her father in the eye. "I love you in every way possible." Maggie felt her father's hands on her face as he pulled her to him, his lips touching hers gently and passionately. "I love you too Mags. More than anything." Hearing that, Maggie fell into her father's arms and wanted nothing else in the world. Sleep came to both of them as their sweaty, dirty bodies lay intertwined. The last thought Maggie had as she fell asleep in her father's arms was how much she was looking forward to waking up tomorrow and doing it all over again. New Day for Nikki Her laughter trilled as brilliantly clear as the sky blue Texas sky overhead. She glanced briefly over her shoulder, and saw the nose of the sorrel mare edging up on the flanks of her feisty little roan. She leaned low over the arched neck of her gelding and urged him forward with the barest nudge of her knees and whispered words of encouragement. The reaction was nearly instantaneous. The gelding knew what his rider wanted and kicked in the afterburners, pulling away from the trailing mare. As the towering gray-blue cypress tree whizzed past her periphery she eased up her posture, slowly reigning in the huffing horse. She crowed her victory as the nervy gelding pranced around in tight circles. She extended her hand to the rider of the other horse, a woman twice her age and with impeccable racing credentials. "Damn that girl's like lightening," laughed Todd Kife, the county sheriff. "Yep, she's beat the pants off of nearly every rider in the state, on horses that most wouldn't give ya two dimes for," agreed Avery Michaels. Avery made some notes in his notebook. Nicole was building up a reputation for herself amongst the upper echelon of rodeo circuit. If she was hot in the arena, she was blistering outside of it. She had a fine seat, gentle touch, and nerves of steel. She'd push herself and her mount to the ragged edge of sanity and pull out a victory. He shook his head and laughed. To top it all off, she was easy on the eyes. Very easy on the eyes. Avery propped a foot up on the split rail fence and watched as she cantered the heated horse around the field, working him slowly to cool him down. He glanced again at his notes to refresh himself on her stats before interviewing her. She was the twenty-six year old daughter of a cattle rancher and horse breeder. Reportedly she'd been able to ride before she could walk, and had spent nearly every day on a horse since. She was the antithesis of what one usually looked for in a rider. Where as diminutive stature was preferred, she hovered near the six foot mark. She was willowy in build, but with enough feminine curvature to turn more than a few heads. She had fair, milk-white skin, unblemished by freckles, and a mane of raven tresses that was usually plaited into a braid as thick as most men's forearms. The most startling attribute, however, was her eyes. They were as blue as sapphires and sparkled with a mischievous glint that seemed to hint at hidden knowledge. On a more professional note, she was becoming the undisputed champion of the barrel racing, and cutting horse circuits. Every contest she had entered two years ago, she had won. She'd come out of seemingly no-where and left the spectators, and fellow contestants spell bound. The way she moved on a horse was magic. Her concentration was fierce and it seemed as if she and the animal were one. Her prowess in the arena was fast becoming the stuff of legends. How she took a broken down seven year old mare, and rehabilitated her into the epitome of speed and accuracy. She was a red hot brand, and she was leaving her mark. Avery had to shake himself from his reverie when Nicole approached the fence. She swung down easily from the horses back, affectionately patting his neck and nuzzling his nose. She was sunshine and giggles as the horse whuffed softly against her, and nibbled her shoulder with those large warm lips. A stable hand appeared inside the paddock and took the reigns from Nicole and led the horse off. She was exhilarated from the ride, and the color showed high in her cheeks. She tugged off the riding gloves, smacked them against her denim clad thigh and tucked them into her back pocket, before extending one perfectly manicured hand toward Avery. "Good morning Mr. Michaels," Nicole drawled softly. "Good morning to you Ms. Everitt," He answered with genuine enthusiasm. "And please, call me Avery." "Only if you will call me Nikki," she winked playfully and then turned her attention briefly to the sheriff. "Mornin' Sheriff. What brings you out and about?" she queried. "Aww, not much ma'am. Just showing this young pup how to get to the ranch, but as I can tell you two don't need any introduction. I also needed to follow up with yer ol' man about those coyotes that brought down that calf," returned Sheriff Kife. Nicole nodded and smiled, turning to point to the main house. "I think Pops is in his downstairs office. Just go through the back door, and make yourself at home." Sheriff Kife tipped his gray Stetson and excused himself, heading up to the main house with the walk of a man that's been astride a horse's back a tad too long. Nicole's gaze followed him for just a few moments, but her attention was truly on the man that stood on the other side of the fence from her. She turned back to Avery, and with a practiced ease assessed him in one rapid glace that took in everything about him in less than two seconds. He wasn't a city slicker like some of the other reporters that had come down lately to interview her. No, this was a man's man. Even as tall as she was, Avery towered over her. It was unusual for her to have to tilt her head back to look a man full in the face. She guesstimated that Avery was in his mid-forties. He was broad of shoulder, with a nicely barreled chest leading to a slimmer waist. His wranglers weren't overly tight but suggested a nicely sized package somewhere beneath the hugging denim. The most noticeable difference was that Avery was black. His skin was the color of a crossing of caramel and chocolate, that glowed with the smooth satiny sheen of health. It made her almost giddy just to be near him. She leaned against the railing, crossing her arms over the top rung and flashed one of her most dazzling smiles. "So Avery, I suppose you want to interview me or something hmm?" Avery nodded. Her rapid assessment had not gone unnoticed, but he wondered frankly if he'd passed the test. He'd heard from some of her colleagues that she could be a spit-fire and quite uncooperative in an interview. If she caught whiff of even the slightest bit of arrogance or ignorance, the interview was over and the reporter sent packing. He weighed his words carefully, sensing that he too was being tested. "Yes. That is correct. If you have the time for me that is." "Well...," Nicole answered with mock hesitation, pausing to check her watch. "I was planning on riding to the back pasture to fetch one of the stallions that got loose. If you don't mind waiting until I get back we can do the interview then." "Why don't I ride along with you Nikki? I've a fair hand at a lariat myself. That is of course, if you don't mind an old cowpoke like myself tagging along," Avery countered. He was rewarded with one of her rare, dimple revealing grins. His heart did a strange flip flop and he felt a heated rush begin to fill his restrained cock. Damn but she was gorgeous when she did that, he thought. If Nicole was smiling it was because she was pleased at his answer, and the challenge it held. She nodded her ascent to the question and crawled through the fence slats. She then asked for Avery to follow her to the barn where they could get mounts. The two laughed and talked as they rode easily over the rolling terrain of the Texas hill country. If Avery hadn't been so well prepared with his questions, it would have been a supreme effort to keep the conversation flowing. She was pure poetry in motion atop a horse and he all too often found his thoughts going in more lascivious directions. He wondered what she'd be like atop him, shifting those flared hip over his pelvis. He discreetly adjusted his thickening arousal as Nicole stopped her horse and stood in the stirrups scanning the horizon with her binoculars looking for the recalcitrant stallion. "Damn horse," she muttered as she scanned the area. She sighed and sat back down. The stallion was one of their best breeders, but was also one of the most temperamental of all the equine flesh the farm owned. "Does he normally range out this far?" asked Avery "On occasion. There are a few stray mares, wild stock, that roam through here. All I can think of is that they were in season and he took off after them. The only other place they could be is out by the old mill." Without a word, she tucked away the binoculars and clucked her tongue sending her gelding forward with a jump. Avery was no slackard on horseback and was quickly at her side resuming the interview. Within a half-hour, the couple crested a large hill. The backside of the small, quaint mill shack came into view. It had the old-timey water wheel that still spun as a spring fed creek filtered down from the hill, catching the wooden cups and setting the wheel into motion. The two cantered easily down the hillside and dismounted. They'd been riding all morning and both needed sometime to rest their rears. They were still talking genially when an ear-splitting whiney filled the air. "Black Magic!" gasped Nicole and tore around the side of the mill, feet nearly skidding out from underneath her. Avery was hot on her heels, but stopped short at the sight that greeted him. There not twenty feet away was the most beautiful stallion he'd ever seen. He was Andalusian, and stood nearly 18 hands high. His coat shone like the inky midnight sky as he rose on his back legs, lifting another challenging whiney. Behind him a little further distance were the sirens that had called him away from kith and ken. There were four of them. They looked to be of mixed stock, but showed definite features of the native mustangs that once roamed free over the open country side. Nicole was about to head back to her horse to retrieve her lariat, when Avery stuck out a massive hand and caught her by the upper arm. Nicole's eyes flared brilliantly for an instant, a hot rush of color springing to her cheeks. The retort that was forming on her lips died as she saw the look in Avery's eyes. His voice was husky soft as he spoke, "Let him be Nikki. A stallion's gotta do, what he was bred to do." Nicole swallowed hard. There were dangerous undertones to the suddenly shifted conversation. Her glittering gaze danced between the man that held her and the stallion that had turned toward the mares. She mentally debated the situation. If Black was to get hurt, it would be hundreds of thousands of dollars down the drain. Almost as if reading her thoughts, Avery shook his head and spoke. "C'mere. Watch." His grip softened just a bit as he walked her onto the small bridge that overlapped the creek. He pushed her gently forward to the railing, and then stood behind her, his large hands easily gripping the framework of the bridge. He didn't touch her, but his presence was unmistakable. Another piercing scream split the air, but this time it wasn't from the stallion. Avery and Nicole both turned toward the sound that originated at the top of the just distant hill. Over the top came a mare so exquisite that Nicole gasped. She was an Arabian! How had the purebred gotten loose? All her questions quailed though as she saw the mare tear down from the hillside scattering the mixed breed mares to the four winds. She skidded to a halt fifty feet from the stallion who was now all ears and eyes. She turned sideways, posturing and prancing. Her tail was raised high, her neck arching as she whinnied in defiance. Black Magic answered the challenge with his own piercing cry, rearing on hind legs again. Nicole stood mesmerized by the mating dance that ensued. The stallion lit off after the mare who tore off at breathtaking speed. She'd slow just enough for him to nip at her flanks and then as if laughing, take off in another showy sprint. Nicole had never seen such a display before. Oh, she'd seen the stall matings of course. That's how she'd learned the birds and the bees, but this! This was completely different. This was raw power. Her knuckles had turned white with her grip by the time the mare finally pranced to a halt and presented herself to the mastery of the stallion, shifting her flowing white tail aside, almost begging him to cover her. It was then that she remembered Avery, feeling him pressing against her backside. He was as aroused as she was. She could feel the throbbing bulge as it pulsed against the cleft of her ass. She should resist, her mind screamed. She should push away from him, and run as far and as fast as she could. But her will quailed as she felt the warmth of his lips caress the sensitive flesh of her neck. She groaned softly and attempted to protest, but her words were cut off by his own rumbling reply. "You're like that mare there Nikki. So independent – well bred – a queen of your kind. But even she has needs Nikki. Even she can't deny her nature." He was painfully gentle with her. He knew she would bolt if he went too fast, but by all that was sacred, he would have her. He'd known it since they had first ridden out of the barn together. "Let me show you what it's like to be with a stallion Nikki," his husky voice commanded. She trembled. She was awash in erotic sensations. "Watch him Nikki. Watch him breed her. Watch him fuck her Nikki," intoned Avery. His voice was velvety smooth, and gods help her she couldn't look away. She watched the stallion approach the mare, his huge phallus extended from its sheath and dripping with moisture. She shuddered as she felt Avery's lips again. They seemed instinctively to know her most sensitive spots. She didn't resist when he tugged her t-shirt out of her jeans. Her arms lifted obediently as the shirt slipped over her head only to be discarded on the wooden floor of the bridge. Her bra quickly followed, and she sighed in bliss as large, warm hands replaced the fabric cups, to knead the aching flesh. Her nipples pebbled instantly in the palms that slid over them. She arched into the caress, laying her head back on the strong supporting shoulder of Avery. She watched as the stallion took his first experimental lunge, attempting to mount the mare. He nipped at her flanks in frustration as she shifted forward, upsetting his attempt. "See the way she teases him Nikki," murmured Avery against her earlobe as he continued to massage her large, milky-white breasts. "Even now she's testing him, assuring that he's strong enough to mate with her." Nikki growled low in her throat and pulled forward, trying to break from Avery's grasp. He growled ferally in return, spinning her around roughly. He hunkered over her, bending his massive frame so that they were eye to eye. The gleam in his eye wasn't equine. It was lupine, and she suddenly felt like prey in the eye of a predator. Her breasts heaved as a heady rush of adrenaline and endorphin rushed through her. "You can feel it can't you," murmured Avery, maintaining the dominating eye contact. "You can feel the raw need. The urge to fight or flee." "I'll give you one chance to say no Nikki. You tell me no now, and everything ends. We take the stallion and we head back to the ranch." He watched her face carefully. He was on dangerous ground and he knew it. But he also knew that she wanted him, as bad as he wanted her. "Or, you tell me yes and I show you more bliss than you ever thought possible." His gaze was demanding. It would not release her. Her mind screamed no! But her body ached yes. She was panting as if she'd run a marathon, and her body tingled with his closeness. She should know better, she railed silently at herself. She should plant her knee in his fucking groin and leave him without a horse. But she didn't. Her reply when it came was as soft as the beat of a hummingbird's wings. "I didn't hear you," he taunted. "Yes!" she growled in return. "Fuck me Avery! Please goddamn it, fuck me!" His eyes flashed again, and he crushed his lips to hers, startling her. He ravaged her mouth with his kiss, tonguing through her parted lips claiming her mouth as his own property. She soared with the lust that rolled through her. His hands were insistent and eager as they cupped her breasts again, squeezing them tightly and drawing his fingers down to the coral tips. He broke the kiss and glanced down at the lily white skin surrounded by his dark fingers. "Fucking perfect," he growled. Her breasts were large, perfectly rounded, with a slight upturn. The porcelain flesh was capped by rose madder areolas the size of a silver dollar, from which tiny nipples jutted wantonly. Avery bent his head and took one of the tender buds in his mouth, laving it with the flat of his tongue. He was rewarded with a throaty gasp from Nicole and a quiver that sent her weak-kneed against the railing. He took his time drawing out her pleasure, first sucking as much of her tit into his mouth as he could, feeling the nipple swell and throb under his ministrations. Then he dragged his teeth down over her wet skin, until he reached the termination of her nerve endings, and clamped his pearly whites around the coral tip. She squealed and bucked, but the hand that slipped to the back of his head drawing him closer, urged him not to stop. She was drowning in bliss. Avery's mouth was creating a riot of sensations that all clamored for attention. His bite to her nipple had sent a rocket of pleasure straight to her clit. She groaned and ground against the muscled column of his leg. She was in blind heat and moaned out her need. Avery was more than happy to comply. As he suckled at her breasts, his hands moved to the fastenings of her jeans, making quick work of the button and zipper and lustily yanking them down over the curve of her ass. For her part, Nicole was feverishly trying to work the boots off of her feet. It took a few tries but they were finally off. Through it all Avery's mouth had never left the throbbing mound of flesh. When he did pull back it was with a loud popping sound. Her breasts were both scarlet and wet. The nipples thrust obscenely from her alabaster tits, sporting a crimson blush. "Take them off now Nikki," commanded Avery as he stepped back. He wanted to watch her, to take in the whole of her as she undressed. Nicole recognized the dominating nature, but instead of infuriating her as it normally did, it fueled her lust flames. This was a man she could submit to, if only because he reveled in her fiery nature. She shimmied out of the jeans kicking them aside. She hadn't worn any panties, and so when the jeans left her foot, she stood nakedly vulnerable. She heard the lusty growl from Avery and quivered as she met his gaze. It was inscrutably dark, roiling with the twin passion of her own. Instinctively she reached up loosing her braid, letting the silken midnight drift over her shoulders and down the middle of her back. "Fucking perfect," Avery announced again. And then he was on her, his lips pressed to hers again, placing his claim upon her, body and soul. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she clung for dear life. His hands smoothed over her body, memorizing her curves and reveling in the satiny perfection of her flesh. One hand dropped low to the apex of her thighs and thrust roughly between, large fingers glancing over molten flesh. She was hot, burning hot, and wetter than the Guadalupe river. He teased over her clit and found it swollen and standing at erect attention, having shed its hood. He felt her jerk against him as his fingertips passed over the sensitive nub. Nicole broke from the kiss with a strangled cry of exaltation as those fingers worked their way lower. She was no virgin, but no one had ever caused the chaos that Avery was. His thick fingers slid between her smooth, dripping-wet petals, teasing the mouth of her pussy. He probed almost tentatively for a moment, but increased the pressure as she lustily ground against the digits. Two of those thick, long fingers drilled into the tight sheath of her cunt, massaging and curling into the velvety depths urging her to higher realms of arousal. New Day for Nikki She was like molten lava. Her magma chamber hotter than any he'd ever experienced. Avery grunted as he shoved his fingers deeper into her core stroking her expertly. He stroked her g-spot until she hovered on the quivering verge of orgasm. She was bent backwards against the rail, her perfect tits jiggling in the bright sunlight. Her face was contorted into a mask of raw pleasure as he played her like a master musician. She was beautiful in her erotic agony. Her pale cheeks were flushed hot, her dark lashes closed, her ruby lips parted by raggedly panted breaths and mewls of pleasure. He pulled his fingers from her frothing cunt and lasciviously sucked her nectar from them. She groaned as she watched through slitted lids. "Turn around. I want you to watch them as I take you," growled Avery. She complied instantly. His hands were at her hips helping her up to step up on the bottom rung, and then at the middle of her back bending her over the top. She was at the perfect height, and her parted thighs presented him with a glimpse of heaven. Her hot pink pussy lips, completely shaven, were puffy and opened to reveal the depths of her aching cunt. His belt buckle and fly were quick work and his own pants were down around his ankles in no time flat. He stroked the fully erect shaft of his massive cock. It was well over average in length and girth, and the tip glistened with a dew-drop of precum. Nicole gasped when she looked back over her shoulder at him. He was huge! There were veins running from just below the mushroom cap down along the shaft that had to be as thick as a coke bottle. She felt her pussy clench in rabid anticipation. Avery chuckled wickedly as he moved into position behind Nicole. His voice was soft, but insistent "Watch them Nikki. Watch them," as he gently turned her chin to face forward. And she did. She watched as the massive stallion mounted the quivering mare. When his thick cock pressed to the mare's opening, Avery's touched hers. Avery timed each touch to match the stallions. The smaller mare beneath him would have a rough ride, but one that would result in an exquisite colt later. Avery stepped up behind Nicole, and placed his hands on her hips. He tilted his hips slightly and pressed the snout of his emblazoned cock to the mouth of her pussy. He groaned, it was a supreme effort not to just impale her in one stroke. Like the mare, Nicole was smaller, fine boned, broad of hip, but it would be a rough ride none-the-less. He eased into her letting her feel his heat and thickness. "Easy girl, relax" he murmured just as he would have to any of his own horses. He felt her quiver and then slowly relent. He pulled her gently backwards, then pushed forward working more of his massive dick into her ultra-tight core. The woman wasn't virgin, but she was nearly as tight as one. He clenched his teeth as sweat rolled down his brow. It took him nearly ten minutes, but finally he was fully seated in the heated cradle of her hips. She was white knuckled again. She was caught in the visual and tactile sensations that was sending her into a lust frenzy. The stallion had finally seated himself into the mare and was settling into a rhythm. Their soft whickers echoed around her and seduced her. Her own "stallion" held her enthralled in his own right. She'd never felt so full, so owned before in her life. He touched every part of her at once, from the back wall of her cunt to the throbbing clit that his heavy balls shifted against. It was a wordless transition and he seemed to know when she was ready for more. Avery moved inside her, drawing back until just the head of his cock remained buried in her tight sheath. Then with a massive, unforgiving plunge her ripped back into her. Her response was all he could have hoped for. She screamed, arching her body and quivered. But she didn't pull away. Instead she arched backwards and met the thrust and instantly began begging for more. Who was he to deny the woman? With a wolfish grimace he stroked into her. Each one deeper and more savage than the one before. Her breasts rasped against the smooth wood of the railing and she grunted on each stroke that seemed destined to split her in two. The feel of him inside her was enough to turn her knees to water, and only his heavy frame was what kept her vertical. He released her hips and gripped the top rail, slamming himself into her from behind. His lips were peeled back from his gritted teeth as he savaged her tight cunt with his punishing thickness. She was sobbing and writhing as he pinioned her time after time against the railing, filling her with himself. He too hovered on the razor edge of release, his heavy balls drawing up as he neared and explosive orgasm. "Want – to – cum!" Nicole screamed out breathlessly. "Not – til – I – say" growled Avery in return. "Please! Avery please! Oh god, Avery! Ungh!" screamed Nicole as she fought the orgasm trying to hold it off. She wanted to please him, she wanted to make this last forever. He felt her fight the orgasm. He heard her whimpers and sobs as she obediently fought the impending release. He grinned to himself through the sweat that trickled down his face. Fuck she was good. And she was submissive. The revelation pleased him immensely, and he rewarded her by slamming into her at a feverish pace. Then out of the blue he bellowed, "CUM!" She spasmed instantly, her cunt milking his cock hard as it attempted to swallow him whole. Nicole bucked and writhed like a branded filly, spewing licentious expletives to the heavens. Her world exploded into a million pinpoints of light, as her pussy quivered and rippled with the most intense orgasm of her life. It was too much for Avery. Her pussy was like a custom made glove, clenching around him begging for his seed. He roared and thrust once – twice – three times and then exploded in her soggy cunt. Avery's body bowed back and the wood cracked beneath his hands as he buried deep into Nicole, bruising her cervix and battering the back wall of her cunt. Jet after jet of hot jism spit from the tip of his over-engorged cock, filling her and backwashing. Their combined juices creamed over his pubic hair and dripped off of his balls. He wailed in deep bass tones, as he brought a palm down hard on her lily white ass. She yelped and spasmed around him. He looked down through heavy lids and admired the cherry red hand print, so stark in contrast with her pale skin. That was his mark, and by gods it would not be the last time he saw it on her. She was still quivering and shaking when he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her from the railing. She snaked her legs backwards, wrapping her feet behind his thick thighs, not wanting to part from him. He chuckled huskily, puffing softly from the exertion. He had no intention of letting her go yet. He merely leaned against the other railing, letting his superior strength support both of them. She whimpered brokenly as he massaged his hands over her taut belly and feathered his fingertips over her hyper-sensitive clit. "Mine," he growled lustily.