0 comments/ 299067 views/ 19 favorites Aysha Ch. 1 By: Patrick Friday night, end of another working week and I couldn't wait to go out and party with my friends Yasmine and Carla, in fact Yasmine was supposed to pick me up in a couple of minutes and I was still not ready, I was just on my way to the shower when I heard the door bell. "Can you get that Dad" I yelled out, "it will be Yasmine, tell her I wont be long" And I dashed into the shower. About 15 minutes later, I'd showered and dressed and rushed into the lounge room, full of apologies for being late, and found dad and Yasmine having quite a laugh together. Couldn't help noticing that Yasmine looked particularly stunning in a short black number that was cut quite deep between her fairly lush breasts, and she was making no attempt to hide them or cover them as she leaned forward to talk to dad. He didn't seem to mind though, and for a moment I felt a quick pang of jealousy, god, wish I had breasts like that, breasts that drew men's eyes the way Yasmine was drawing dad's. Then I grabbed my bag, gave dad a quick peck on the cheek, said the usual, don't wait up, and we were gone. As soon as we got into Yasmine's car she started in on me, demanding to know why I hadn't told her I had such a gorgeous dad, why I'd kept him hidden from them. I was quite stunned, then I burst out laughing, "But he's just my dad", I spluttered. "No he's not, Aysha" she said, "He's a gorgeous hunk of man, good looking and incredible sexy, and he can put his shoes under my bed anytime!" I almost choked with laughter, my dad? sexy? what a hoot. But if I thought that was the end of it, I was mistaken, as soon as we met up with Carla, Yasmine was singing the praises of this gorgeous hunk she'd met, and Carla was all ears, also turning to me and asking why I'd hidden him away. I hadn't, of course, they'd just never come to my home before. Eventually, music and dancing took over and a couple of young and not so young men tried to pick each of us up, but none of us seemed particularly interested that night, Yasmine kept on comparing them to my dad in most unflattering terms, and I found myself getting quite embarrassed. My dad? goodness, he was nothing special, he was just there, know what I mean. Eventually we called it a night, although by this time it was 3 am, and Yasmine dropped me home, calling out to me as she drove off "Hey, give your dad a big kiss for me, OK" I laughingly called out "OK", with absolutely no intention of carrying it through, and went inside and started to undress for bed. Then I heard a noise in the kitchen and went out to investigate, forgetting that I was only wearing a shortie, see through nighty. It was dad, getting himself a hot Milo because he couldn't sleep, and he asked me if I wanted one. "Why not" I said and sat at the Kitchen table while he served up. He grinned at me, "How did the night go?" he asked "Ok, I guess" I said, then grinned, "But Yasmine irritated me a bit because all she could talk about was you, you really impressed her" He blushed, he actually blushed, and mumbled something about Yasmine being nice too, and I almost giggled, and before I could stop it, I blurted out, "Yeah, she has gorgeous breasts, doesn't she?". His face turned bright red, and he gulped, "I guess so" he stammered. I laughed, "Don't pretend you didn't look" I said, "cause I saw you" "Well, she was kind of showing them off" he said with a slight grin, then looked up and me, and flushed again, "But yours are just as beautiful" he stammered again. This time it was me that flushed, but it was only part embarrassment, part of it was pleasure, and that really surprised me. I'd dropped my eyes when he spoke, and now I lifted them, and found him looking almost longingly at my breasts. As I glanced down again I realized with a shock that they were clearly visible through my nightie, my naked breasts and my surprisingly stiff and swollen nipples! and suddenly heat was flowing uncontrollably through me, and my pussy was starting to feel very wet. This was crazy, totally crazy. I quickly gulped down my drink and mumbled something about must go to bed, have to be up early, and stood up from the table and almost ran from the room, even forgetting to give him the usual good night peck on the cheek. From the corner of my eye I saw him turn his head slightly to watch me dash off down the corridor, and I could almost feel his eyes burning into my naked ass, even though the corridor itself was quite dark, so I knew he really couldn't see me, but I could sense his eyes, and that made me hotter still. I threw myself into bed and curled up under the covers, but within minutes I was frantically fingering my steaming pussy, and shocking myself all over again by wondering what it would be like if dad was doing it. Just that thought made me explode in as wild a way as I could ever remember, then I drifted off to sleep. The following day. being Saturday, I didn't need to get up early, so I slept almost until noon, then pottered about the house doing nothing much. Dad was in and out a fair bit, but there didn't seem to be any residual embarrassment between us, although I still found myself acutely conscious of him in a totally different way - as a man instead of as my dad - and I began to see why Yasmine had raved so much, he was really still very good looking and kept himself trim, even though he was now about 42 years old, and he had a gorgeous, engaging smile. But I tried not to think of him too much, and looked for things to busy myself with, waiting for either Yasmine or Carla to call and chat. Finally Yasmine called and immediately asked after dad, much to my annoyance, "You can talk to him yourself, if you like" I said rather brusquely and slammed the phone on the table and called out to dad. He came over and for the next 20 minutes carried on a laughing conversation with Yasmine before handing the phone back to me with a cheeky grin. I was still put out when I got back on the phone, so our phone conversation didn't last very long, and when it was over I stormed into my room and flung myself on the bed, I didn't even know why I was angry! Dinner that evening was a very quiet affair, dad seemed amused by my fit of pique and that made me even more quiet, so afterwards I went into my room and read for a couple of hours before turning the light off and climbing in to bed. It was one of those very muggy nights, so I didn't bother with a nightie, just lay there completely naked and drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I was asleep, but I must have had some kind of nightmare because I woke up crying out very loudly and sitting up in bed. Almost immediately the bedroom door opened and dad stood there, "Are you all right, Aysha, I heard you scream" "Oh daddy, I'm scared" I half sobbed, not sure at all what it was I was scared of. Dad came straight over to the bed and wrapped his arms around me and held me close. "It's ok baby, daddy's here, no need to be afraid any more" and he rocked me back and forth. Mmmm, it felt so safe and comfortable in his arms, and I squirmed in deeper, realising suddenly that he wasn't wearing a top and my naked breasts were pressing and rubbing against his naked chest, and my nipples were becoming incredibly hard and sensitive. I guess he realised at almost the same time that I wasn't wearing a top, and he pulled away, and even in the half light that streamed in from the hallway, I could see the flush rushing on to his face. But pulling away did something else too, it meant I was now fully in the light from the hall and he was seeing my naked breasts even more clearly than he had the night before, and he couldn't help himself, his eyes automatically dropped to them, and I heard the slight intake of breath. Perhaps I was still half in my dream, or half scared or something, but I shocked myself and him by reaching up and brushing my fingers over his cheeks and saying "Do you still think they're beautiful, daddy?" "What?" he half squawked "My breasts, daddy, do you still think they're beautiful?" "Oh god, yes" he almost moaned, "Beautiful, exciting and incredibly sexy", then blushed again as he realised what he'd said. His words sent fire racing through me again, I was incredibly turned on and yet I felt incredibly in control, so I glanced at him coyly from beneath lowered eyelids, "And the rest of me, daddy, is that beautiful and sexy and exciting too?" This time his groan was loud, "Oh don't ask me that, not that" "But I want to know, daddy, am I really sexy, do I have a sexy ass and sexy legs and a sexy pussy too?" I said, in a low, but hot voice. I saw the shudder run right through him, his eyebrows lifted and his jaw dropped, "Aysha" he gasped, "I can't, I mustn't, it's not right" "Please, daddy, please" I whispered and took one of his hands and clasped it to my naked breast, holding it there, moving it lightly over my breast so he could feel my hard nipples, and this time I felt as well as saw the shudder rush through him, and I grinned, then just happened to glance slightly sideways and gasped myself, very loudly. Daddy's pajama bottoms were like a huge tent! I don't think I could have stopped myself if I'd tried, it was a purely reflex action, my hand reached out and brushed across the top of his bulge, and he nearly jumped off the bed! "Oh, daddy, daddy, you do think I'm sexy" I gasped and slipped my hand in through the vent on his pajama's and encircled his swollen cock with my fingers. This time the shudder and the groan were both huge, and his own hand automatically grasped my breast more firmly, and I groaned right along with him. Then my fondling hand on his cock loosened the pajamas even more and his cock popped right out into the open, clearly visible in the light from the hall, and I gasped anew, he was MASSIVE. Well, that's how it looked to me! I'd played with a few boy's cocks and had even had sex a couple of times, but I'd never seen anything this big and thick, and I let my hand stroke slowly from it's base to it's tip, totally fascinated. "Aysha, no, we mustn't, we mustn't" he croaked, but it was far too late for that, I was completely on fire, but I played the game a little more, teasing and flirting with him. "OK, daddy, I'll let go if you can look me in the eyes and tell me truthfully that you don't want to make love to me, that you don't want to slide this beautiful, hard cock deep into my pussy, can you tell me that, daddy? can you?" He didn't answer, couldn't answer and I knew that, I could see it in his eyes and on his face, he wanted me, wanted me very much, and the crazy thing was that I realized that I wanted him very much too. "Stand up, daddy, stand up" I said, and he did, and I let go of his rampant cock for a moment. His pajamas slid to the floor and he was totally naked, so I pushed the quilt away from my body and showed him that I was totally naked too, and I held out my hands to him in invitation. For just a fleeting moment I thought I'd gone too far, I thought he was going to turn and run, then another shiver ran through his body, and he slowly moved forward to kneel on the bed beside me and his lips came down and brushed lightly against mine, his hand briefly cupped and caressed my breasts, then slid down over my belly and brushed over my pussy lips, and it was my turn to almost jump off the bed. Then he pulled back slightly and there was the horniest smile on his face, "If you really want to know, Aysha, I've wanted to fuck you for a long, long time. I've dreamed and fantasized about you more times than I care to remember, but I never thought it would happen, but now it will, because I'm going to fuck my hot, horny daughter until she begs me to stop!" and with that he began to run his lips and his tongue over my neck and over my breasts and over my belly and over my pussy, all the way down to my toes, which he sucked individually, gosh, I didn't realize what a turn on having your toe sucked was! He drove me wild with his lips and his tongue, especially when he concentrated on my pussy, licking, sucking and lashing my clit over and over again, and bringing me to multiple orgasms, then he moved up to my breasts and really started to lick and suck my nipples, sending shivers of pleasure and passion all through my body, and I felt his hard cock brush and press against my pussy, "Oh yes, daddy, put it in me, fill me with your hot cock, fill me up, fuck me, fuck me daddy, fuck me!" And he pressed forward sliding his big, thick cock deeper and deeper in to my writhing pussy, until I felt his balls bounce against my ass cheeks and knew he was in me to the hilt, and I loved the filled up feeling it gave me, better than anything before. Then he slowly withdrew until only the tip was inside and I almost groaned with disappointment, but then he slammed it back in to the hilt and I jumped and screamed with absolute pleasure. Twice more, three times more, the slow withdrawal and the hard thrust and my body arched into an incredible orgasm, "Oh daddy, that's so good, don't stop, fuck me daddy, fuck me" And he did, slowly increasing the speed and hardness of his thrusts until he was pounding me down into the bed and I was a blubbering mess as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, then I felt his cock start to swell, getting bigger and bigger, then it exploded, shooting gallons of hot cum juice deep into my steaming pussy, "BABY" he screamed, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUUUUMMMMIIIING!" and we both bucked and heaved as orgasms ripped through both of us and his cum juice kept pouring into me. I was just holding on for dear life as waves and waves of incredibly hot, lustful feelings threatened to drown me completely, and I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I'd finally been FUCKED, well, and truly FUCKED. As the shakes and the shudders finally started to diminish and I felt his cock softening within me, he slid sideways, so as not to crush me, and I moved with him, determined not to let his cock escape, even for a moment, and we lay like that for what seemed an age, just holding each other and enjoying the afterglow of that sensational fuck. Finally he pushed back slightly and looked at me with a warm grin on his face, and shook his head, "And how the heck did that all start?" he asked, I giggled, "You'd better blame your friend Yasmine" I said He looked puzzled, "Why, because she spoke to me tonight?" "No, because last night she wouldn't stop talking about how handsome you were and how sexy and how she'd love to put her shoes under your bed, and I suddenly saw you in a different light" I said "Mmmm, guess I owe Yasmine one" He said, with a grin "Well she'd certainly take you up on that" I said He blushed again, "Oh, I didn't mean like that" he said "NO?" I asked with a wicked grin on my face, "Are you telling me you wouldn't fuck Yasmine if you had the chance?" There was a moment's silence, then he grinned hotly, and I felt his cock jump to attention inside my pussy "Well, if the truth be known, I've fantasized about Yasmine , and your friend Carla too, and with only half a chance I'd love to be inside their pussies!" I laughed, and squeezed down on his now hard cock, "Yeah, I can tell" I said, "And maybe I can arrange that, but only if you keep me well satisfied first" He rolled over on to his back, taking me with him, "You on top this time, so I can really pay homage to your gorgeous tits, and then anyway you want, cause I'm sure going to enjoy seeing if I can keep you satisfied" I grinned, "And Yasmine and Carla?" "Yeah, as soon as possible! now shut up and lets fuck!" So we did! the rest of that night and all of Sunday, and there's plenty more to come now the ice is broken, and as for Yasmine and Carla, can't wait to see dad's big cock ramming into them too, but maybe in a few days - maybe! right now I want his gorgeous cock all to myself. To Be Continued... Aysha Ch. 1 Chapter 1: Watching Her From My Hotel Room This occurred several years ago on a business trip to Denver. I was attending a dull, snowbound three-day conference and was regretting it from the moment I stepped out of the airport. The conference sucked. The speakers were weak; the materials were lousy; and the place just sucked. The downtown Convention Center itself is nice but in the winter, it feels like you're inside one of those cheap, touristy, snow globes... only with the snow being on the outside. Why couldn't they host these conferences in Hawaii? I ate at the Cheesecake Factory the first night but eating solo just isn't enjoyable. So the second night, I decided to order room service and just bore myself to death with whatever was on tv. I resisted the urge to watch the porn channels knowing that all my expenses would be scrutinized in detail by the corporate accounting trolls when I turned in my trip receipts. One positive note was that the hotel was packed with noisy college kids. Apparently the conference coincided with some nationwide fraternity-sorority conference. There were drunk, partying coeds everywhere you looked. That's another reason I decided to stay in. Every place that was open was packed to the gills. It was perpetual happy hour, which was fantastic... well, it would've been, that is, 10 years ago when I was still in college. So, miserable me.. I found myself at one point late in the evening looking out the window at the hotel's second tower across the street and noticing several rooms with people pressed against the windows and watching something. They were gesturing to others in the room to come see, and they were all bunched up at the windows. There was a commotion at the street with a bunch of guys looking up at my building and hooting and hollering. After a moment, I gathered that somewhere below my floor, there was a couple who was putting on a show for the audience. I watched the people in the rooms across the way to see if I could figure out more. Some girls in one room were laughing and flashing their boobs at the guys on the street. That prompted more cheers. Cool, Mardi Graz. I flicked off the light in my room and turned off the tv to spy in private. Whatever was going on, it must've been good. I saw a young couple huddled by their window intently watching the show. The girl was pressed against the window, resting her palms on the glass, and the guy was reaching around her fondling her breasts and slipping his hand inside her pants. They made out for a few minutes and I was rewarded with a couple flashes of her small breasts before the guy disappeared from view. A second later, their room went dark. Nuts. On the floor above them, I watched a lone girl peeking out from between the curtains in her room. The lights in her room were off, but her window was lit up a little from the hotel's sign next to her room. She was wearing a robe, something satiny, and touching herself. I caught fleeting glimpses of her thigh and dark pubic hair as she alternated between cupping her breasts and then slipping back down to rub between her legs. I slipped off my sweatpants and stroked myself. All too soon though, she must've finished or gotten bored because she stepped away from the window and was gone. Nuts, again. In another room, four girls were rushing about in various states of undress. I watched them parade out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel or buck naked, and get dressed. They tugged at bra straps and adjusted each others' clothes before rushing out to whatever party they were off to. Hmmm, that was nice. I scanned the other rooms for something else to watch but most people seemed to have lost interest. After a while, nearly all of the rooms across the way were dark. All except for a couple rooms. One room was about one floor below and maybe one room over from mine. The curtains were open only partway but the room was fully lit. I could see a swath of the bed lit up and saw someone's legs. A girl's, I hoped. This was confirmed when one leg shifted and a girl wearing only her underwear moved past between the curtains. I had only time to register a small slender body, short, dark hair, wearing a dark bra and panties. I stared at the bed, hoping to see her again. Suddenly the curtains were swept aside and she appeared at the window. I froze, suddenly scared that she was looking at me. But she was looking down towards the street. She had a very nice body... short, maybe 5'2" I guessed, slender, tiny waist, curvy hips, nice legs, nice, round breasts... probably a B cup. She must've become aware that she could be seen because she quickly flicked off the lights in her room. I could just make out her outline as she returned to the window and then retreated. A minute later her room was dimly lit up. She had turned on the tv and I could see her laying on the bed, lit up by the flickering blue-white light. I wished I had a pair of binoculars. I was fully caught up in this voyeur role. Her skin was tan, maybe a light mocha color. It was hard to be certain in the tv light. As near as I could tell, she was middle eastern maybe. And that was when I recognized her. Her name was Aysha. We'd met at the conference that morning during one of the many coffee breaks. She drank her coffee with cream which I happened to be pouring for myself when she approached. Someone was hovering close by my side and I turned to find myself looking at a very pretty, petite, young, Indian woman holding a coffee cup in her hand. She smiled when I raised my eyebrow and gestured towards her cup. I noticed her delicate hand as I added the cream to her coffee. Then I noted her soft green eyes and her lips as she thanked me. Her eyes and her lips both gave the impression that she had had an amusing thought. Later, I decided that it was her natural expression. It was something about the way her eyes were shaped and how the corners of her mouth hinted at a smile. She also had a beautiful voice... soft, but strong, feminine, confident. My eyes flickered towards her name tag and I heard her say "Aysha" as I read her name. I smiled again and told her that it was a pleasure to meet her. And it was. Most of the industry people I work with are older, fat, dumpy, people... your typical desk-jockies interspersed with a handful of young, energetic, consultant-bound professionals. I'm somewhere in between, but Aysha was definitely one of the young 'uns. She barely looked older than the coeds roaming the hotel lobby. She was dressed in a contemporary young-professional kind of business suit.. some kind of ivory-beige silk blend with that see-through gauzy kind of blouse underneath her jacket. I'm on the younger side of the industry norm so maybe there was a common-age bonding thing going, or maybe she just thought I was younger. But we started talking and ended up skipping the next seminar. At first, she was somewhat reserved, but soon we were laughing together. She had an easy laugh and her eyes twinkled as she got more animated. We had common college experiences (though mine were several years before hers) and common workplace stories (young upstarts in the corporate world). There was a lunch break afterwards and we just followed the herd into the dining area and sat down at a mostly vacant table. I noticed that once the professional air was let go, she was very personable and physical... hand gestures and casual touching on the arm, touching my knee, that kind of thing. We started a game of making up stories about other conference attendees to crack each other up. Some woman in the restroom, she told me, was having a fit because her secret lover had shown up at the conference and a coworker had confronted her about it right there in front of everyone. This turned in to us being translators as we watched conversations going on at other tables. 'Say, Bob, we've know each other for what, 2-3 years, now? Why haven't you ever made a pass at me? We're both middle-aged, unattractive, balding men here... don't you think I have a nice ass?' 'Hi there. Helen, was it? I hope you don't mind me being forward, but your overbleached mustache is giving me quite a woody. Seriously, that's a fact. Want to touch it?' It became a contest of wits to see who would break first. She was exceptionally good at mimicking accents, while I relied on crude innuendos and bad puns to crack her up. It was great fun and we were almost in tears before the lunchtime presentations began. The lights were turned down, and I was treated to watching her profile in the dim light. I was admiring her slender neck and the smooth skin along her collarbone when it struck me again how beautiful she was. The see-through material of her blouse made it hard to resist stealing a glance at body. I could see the swell of her breasts and could just make out the edge of her bra between her cleavage from where I sat. I tried not to be obvious about looking at her. Since our table was somewhat shielded from general view, it wasn't long before she started whispering over her shoulder and making cracks again. I nudged her side with my knee, making her jump and squeak. She was apparently ultra-ticklish there. How could I stop? Every few seconds I would nudge her again, making her squeak and squirm as she tried to fake paying attention to the speaker. Her neck and cheeks were getting flushed and she started squeezing my thigh, right above my knee, to make me quit. Ever try that? It was my turn to squirm. She kept a firm grip on my thigh to keep me in check, but it was the feel of the heat from her palm that was distracting me. I eventually relented when she begged a truce, saying that if I continued she was going to wet her pants. I almost choked on my coffee when she said that. So I stopped nudging her side. But she kept her hand where it lay on my leg. My imagination kicked into gear and I pictured her sliding her hand higher up my leg to where I was finding it increasingly uncomfortable and constrained. Then the lights flicked back on and the room sprang to life. As Aysha turned to say something, I thought I saw her glance at my crotch. I looked away, pretending not to notice, and grabbed her purse for her. I was oh, mildly disappointed, when our conference schedules split from there. She needed to attend a few seminars on the other side of the hall from where I had to be. I blurted out a lame proposal to have dinner together but even as I asked, I knew from her expression that the answer was going to be 'no.' Her company was hosting an after-hours reception/dinner for preferred clients that she had to attend. Ah well. I gave her my business card and we agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant for breakfast the next day. She gave me her card and quickly penned her room number on the back, telling me to give her a call before I went down the next day. That was a good sign. We were both late for the next round of seminars and there was the first awkward moment of silence between us. What do we do? Shake hands? Hug? Kiss? Yeah, uh right, if only. I hesitated. She had an amused expression on her face when I looked into her eyes. She leaned close and gave me a quick handshake/hug combination and half-whispered 'thank you for making the morning so fun.' I just grinned. For a split second, she had been pressed against my chest. What was that? Huh? I must've looked like a dork. Aysha whirled away and took a few steps before casually looking over her shoulder at me again. I hadn't moved yet and was still staring at her so I cold-busted her on that second-glance thing. She must've been embarrassed at being caught looking back because she turned away quickly. Then she took a couple more steps, giggled, and then turned around and mock-scolded me for 'staring at my tush, y'letch.' Oops, busted. I went slack-jaw and started following her, staring at her butt again, until she giggled more and ran off. Luckily, there was hardly anyone around by then... just a few smokers snubbing out their cigs before having to go back in. What was I thinking? I felt like I was back in high school or something. The rest of the day sucked. I found myself replaying in my mind our conversation and imagining what Aysha'd be like in bed. She moved like an athlete and she seemed to be in great shape. I once had a girlfriend that liked to wear sexy, silk, Victoria Secrets kind of bras and panties. I got the impression that Aysha was like that too. I could still smell her perfume. I glanced at her business card a couple more times and then tucked it away. I was hoping to see her when the conference let out, but was disappointed when there was no sign of her. Ah well. I'd see her at breakfast. This all came back to me six hours later as I watched Aysha lounging around in her hotel room watching tv in nothing but a bra and panties. I fished out her business card and took another look at her room number.. yep, one floor down from mine. It had to be her. I watched her flipping through the channels... bored, it looked like. I could imagine being on the bed with her, tracing her body with my fingers, laying her back on the bed and kissing those lips of hers. I wondered if she would squeak and moan if I teased her and tickled her softly. Man, I was getting horny. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer. I grabbed the phone and pulled it over to the window. It took me a second, but I got the nerve to dial her room. The phone rang and I was sitting there watching her and thinking 'what the hell am I doing?' Aysha turned towards the nightstand and I saw her raise her arm towards the tv... turning the volume down, I guessed. On the third ring, Aysha picked up the phone. 'Hello?' Man, what a gorgeous voice. My heart was beating, but I remember saying 'Hi. It's me... do you know who this is?' A long pause and my heart skipped a couple times. 'No. I'm sorry' she replied in her phony British accent 'You must have dialed incorrectly.' I smiled. 'My mistake, ma'am. I'm sorry to inconvenience you' and I hung up. I was grinning to myself as I watched her turn towards the nightstand again. I could imagine her saying 'hello? hello?' so I let her wait. I wanted to see what she'd do. It looked like she was smiling, still holding the phone to her ear. Then she put it down and crawled across the bed to the other nightstand. I got a great view of her panties and butt as she picked up something from the nightstand. She flipped it over. Ah. I hadn't given her my room number when we swapped cards. I could picture her frowning. I redialed her room and she picked up immediately. 'Dork,' was all she said. 'Excuse me?' I asked innocently, 'who is this and how did you get my number?' Then she cracked up, and it was like we just picked up our conversation where we left off at the end of lunch. Aysha flopped on her bed, toying with the phone cord. She flipped over to her belly and I watched her lazily crossing her calves as she told me the story of how the rest of her day went. Her company event had sucked, she said, and she'd only survived by buddying it up with one of the power executives who's main goal was to consume every possible drink combination that they could think of. An hour later, he was toasted and she was buzzing. Then he started making lewd comments and pawing at her, so she decided to leave. The guy was old and gross, she said. 'Yeah,' I sympathized, 'it's better to leave that kind of thing to younger, better-looking, better-trained perverts.' 'Like you,' she offered. 'Naw,' I confessed, 'I'm still only a level 3 letch. I haven't perfected my catcalls yet.' She asked how my evening had gone, and I bored her for a few minutes. The only excitement, I told her, was catching some coeds flashing their boobs at the window earlier. The only thing that came close after that was staring at the porn channels, wondering if I could will it to suddenly unscramble for me. Aysha laughed and announced that channel 37 had a good x-flick going 'wanna come over and watch it with me?' I was stunned, and stumped for something to say. 'Hell, yes' came to mind, but I think I just said something like 'uh...' and before I could form some... y'know, better words, she burst out 'I'm kidding!' and laughed. 'Nuts,' I thought. But instead, I said 'nuts.' Doh. Here I was spying on this gorgeous chick who was laying on her bed in her underwear and trying to flirt over the phone at the same time. Watching her was totally distracting me away from the conversation. It's a good thing she laughed even more because I seriously didn't mean to say it out loud. 'So what are you doing now?' she asked. Okay, focus, I told myself. 'Watching you from my window with my dick in my hand?' Mmmmm, naw, better come up with something else. 'Just flipping channels and looking for something interesting' I told her. 'What are you up to' I asked, 'Channel 37?' She was on her back. I saw her arch her back to look at the tv upside down... man, it made her breasts point towards the ceiling... totally sexy pose. 'Umm..' she was saying 'No, I think it's channel 41 now.' Then she reached for the remote and turned the tv off and the room suddenly went dark. Aaauugh. 'No!' I blurted out. 'Leave it on. I...' and I just froze in mid-sentence. I heard her say 'what?' but I couldn't get any words out. 'I... I... I mean' I couldn't think of what to say. I just stuttered for a second and then there was nothing but silence. 'What did you just...' I heard her stop mid-sentence and I could feel her retracing our conversation. I was frantically trying to think of a way out. Damn, major screw up. I could hear the sound of my own breathing in my ear... which was bad, because that meant so could she. I started to wonder if she'd hung up because there was no sound whatsoever coming from the line now. Then she said, in a low voice, 'were you watching me?' I tried, but couldn't figure out from her tone if she was pissed or freaked or what. Man, total shame washed over me. 'Uhm,' with nothing else to go on, I just admitted everything 'Yes. I could see into your room.' When I was like, 10 years old, I got caught by my favorite aunt stealing a dollar from her purse. The shame was complete. The feeling was exactly how I remembered, only this was ten times worse because I was 3 times older now. 'You were watching me? How, how could y.. where are you?' Aysha asked. Okay, well, she was pissed. I suppose that's better than freaked out... maybe. Oh, shit. In response, I grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv behind me... well, first I pulled my sweats back on. Then I walked closer to the window and stood there staring at her darkened room. 'I'm sorry for spying on you, Aysha' I said. I was. I felt terrible. I wanted to say more, but anything else would've sounded like a lame justification for being a pervert... which, y'know would've all been true. So I just waited in silence. After what seemed like a long time, her room was lit up by her tv again. She was sitting at the edge of the bed, facing me, and was wearing a robe over herself. She stood up and approached her window trailing the phone cord after her. I was glad just to still be talking. 'Why?' was all she said. I took a deep breath and just let it all out. I started rambling about the flashing coeds and the horny couple and excitement of secretly watching, and then of recognizing her and being totally enchanted by her. I apologized again and again for spying because I really enjoyed meeting her. She was fun. She made me laugh. She was the one bright spot of the whole trip, I told her. The whole time I was rambling, she didn't say a word. This went on for what felt like hours... me, just talking... to myself for all I knew. It was in the middle of another round of confession/apologies that she interrupted me by saying 'did it turn you on?' It was barely a whisper. I caught myself from asking 'what?' in time. She wouldn't repeat something like that and I would've just been stalling. Instead, I just admitted 'yes, Aysha, it totally turned me on to watch you.' Aysha Ch. 2 I guess I took my home life pretty much for granted as most teenagers do, when mom had died 10 years ago dad just seemed to take on both rolls, mother and father, as well as a few things like chauffeur for sports and to and from School etc. So I had really not looked at him as a man at all, never thought much about the fact that he rarely seemed to go out or that he hadn't seemed to have a close lady friend in a long while. Now, after the incredible events of the last weekend I was definitely looking at him as a man, and when I thought of what he might have sacrificed I was secretly pleased, because it had made him what he now was - an incredibly hungry, horny man! He couldn't seem to get enough of touching me, stroking me, licking me and sucking me, and best of all he couldn't seem to get enough of fucking me - which suited me perfectly, as I couldn't seem to get enough of his big, thick cock either! With a few other males I'd sucked them off, but more as a quick way of defusing them, and had never really thought about enjoying it, but with dad, it was different, I loved licking and sucking his glorious tool and sucking his heavy balls, and learned quickly how to bring him to a pitch of excitement and hold him there, hovering between ecstasy and agony. But I wasn't always successful, but I didn't mind, I found I loved the taste of his cum juice and enjoyed feeling it shooting down my throat. He also showed himself to be an inventive and caring lover, always trying different ways to arouse and excite me with his hands, his lips and his tongue. But most of all he was eager and horny, so I got lots and lots of wild fucking over the following two weeks, so much so, that I found myself putting off introducing either Yasmine or Carla to the fun, even though the thought of it turned me on like crazy. When it did happen, it was more my accident than by design, the three of us were scheduled to go out for our usual Friday night of dancing and man hunting, but Carla rang up in the morning to say she had the flu and wouldn't be able to come. Neither Yasmine or I were keen to go off without her, so I suggested we might just get a few videos for a change and meet at my place. Not unexpectedly, Yasmine jumped at the suggestion and her first question was. "Will your gorgeous dad be there?" I laughed and said that I thought he'd be out, but wasn't too sure, and anyway, if we got some hot videos, maybe it would be embarrassing to have him around. "Wow, with hot videos, that would be the best time" she exclaimed, then laughed. I laughed with her and said I'd see her that evening. As soon as I got home I told dad that Yasmine was coming over, and that we planned to get some hot videos to watch, and asked if he was going out. "I had thought about it" he said, with a grin "But if you two are going to get turned on with hot videos, it would be a pity to waste the mood, so maybe I'll stay - if you want me, of course!" I slid my arms around his neck and pulled his head down and mashed my lips against his, darting my tongue into his mouth and grinding my body against his, and quickly felt his cock start to respond, to grow and thicken and press against my pussy mound. Then I pulled back and grinned hotly at him, "What would you like me to wear - or not wear - to arouse and excite you tonight? I guess Yasmine could be wearing her black number that shows her tits so well, or she could just come casual as we aren't going out, but I'm sure she'll dress to attract your attention, just in case you're in, and I'd hate you to be looking at her all the time" I said, pretending to pout. He groaned slightly and lifted his hands between us to cup my breasts, "Absolutely no chance of me ignoring you" he said "I'm on fire every time you come close, but if you really want me to suggest something, why not one of your half tops with no bra, so I can reach up under them and play with your breasts as we watch the videos, and perhaps a short skirt to go with it - and no panties" "Mmmm daddy, that sounds so saucy, perhaps I should wear my hockey skirt, that's real short" "Oh, wow, I had to stop coming to the hockey matches because seeing you in that turned me on too much, yeah, wear that, so hot!, but you'd better not put it on until the last moment or we may not get to answer the door when Yasmine arrives" He said. "Oh daddy, why?" I asked in pretend innocence. "Because I'd be too busy fucking you already" he growled, and then we both burst out laughing. I went out and got a couple of videos while daddy made dinner, I didn't go for the heavy porno stuff, just some light sexy frolic films that involved a bit of partner sharing and in one a bit of lesbianism, just a perfect stage setter, I thought. And that's how it proved. Yasmine did turn up casual, in tight denim shorts and a loose, thin T Shirt, and from the look of the nipples pressing against the cloth, no bra! Dad noticed at once, and grinned like a Cheshire cat! Yasmine was equally delighted when she found out dad was staying in, and expressed the hope that he was going to join us for the videos. "No chance in the world that I'd miss it" he said with a grin, "Why don't you get them started while I mix up some drinks" Yasmine and I put on the first video and both sat on the couch to watch, making sure we left room between us for dad to sit down, but when he returned with the drinks, he handed them over the back of the couch, then stayed there, leaning on the back of the couch, looking at the video screen. Already the action there was hotting up with a couple naked in bed exploring each other's body's very slowly and very sensually, and I was already beginning to squirm, reminded of the way daddy liked to stroke and lick me very slowly to start with. I glanced across at Yasmine and saw her staring wide eyed at the screen, her mouth slightly open and her tongue brushing over her lips. In sitting down she had pulled the T Shirt tight against her body and it was even clearer now that she wasn't wearing a bra, the shirt material hugged her gorgeous breasts and sculpted their shape, and her nipples were big and hard. I was surprised and disappointed that dad had chosen to stay behind the couch instead of sitting between us, but I soon saw the method in his madness. Somehow, when I was busy looking at the screen and getting turned on by the action, he had discarded his drink, and now he moved slightly in Yasmine's direction and slipped his hands down over her shoulders to brush briefly over her breasts and nipples. Yasmine's whole body jumped and I saw her glance quickly in my direction, to see if I'd noticed. I kept my eyes firmly on the screen, pretending not to have seen anything, and instead of brushing his hands away, or saying anything, Yasmine seemed to fold back into the couch and close her eyes with a slight sigh. Then Daddy was leaning over her, brushing his lips along her neck and cheeks, and Yasmine tilted and turned her head slightly so he could also brush over her lips. His hands were now cupping and stroking her breasts quite firmly, and her nipples were almost bursting from her top, and I was getting wetter and wetter from watching it from the corner of my eyes. Then I wasn't looking from the corner of my eyes anymore, I was turned and staring directly, because daddy had lifted Yasmine's loose T Shirt right up and revealed her breasts in all their naked glory, and they were mouthwateringly beautiful! Although we'd been friends a number of years, I'd never seen her naked or even partially naked, and I was surprised at the hotness that was rising in me as I stared at her breasts and at Daddy fondling them. They were firm and high, with delicious large red nipples, and it was clear that she didn't really need a bra at all. I found my hand coming up to cup my own breasts, almost comparing their size, and I knew I was smaller, but not by much. And then to my own astonishment - and to Yasmine's too - I shifted my hand and reached out and cupped it around the breast that daddy had just released. Yasmine's eyes shot wide open and her head jerked over to look at me, and for a moment I thought she was going to grab my hand and push it away, instead, a slight shiver ran through her body and her tongue again came out and brushed across her lips. Daddy was watching all this, one hand holding up Yasmine's top and one fondling her other breast, and he smiled hotly at me. Then he leaned down and whispered something quietly in Yasmine's ear, and I saw her swallow the dryness in her throat and nod slightly. Then she lifted both arms, careful not to dislodge the hand I had on her breast, and daddy lifted the T Shirt up and away from her body. Instead of simply discarding the T Shirt, daddy carried it around the front of the couch and placed it carefully on a chair, then turned and moved over in front of Yasmine and raised his hands to take his own top off and place it with hers. Video forgotten now, we both watched as he undid his belt, unzipped his trousers and eased them to the floor, taking his pants with them, so that when he stepped out of them and straightened up he was completely naked and totally rampant! There was a loud gasp from Yasmine as she saw his massive cock for the first time, then she quickly looked at me to see how I was reacting. I grinned at her hotly, and as she looked I reached down and took the hem of my half top and lifted it over my head to let my hard swollen breasts out in the open, and her eyes widened in surprise, then darted to daddy to see how he was reacting. Daddy was looking at me and grinning equally hotly, and his massive cock was throbbing and bobbing wildly "Yes Baby" he said with a certain degree of hot passion in his voice, "Take off your clothes, be naked for daddy" then he turned and smiled hotly at her too, "And you Yasmine, please take off those shorts, I want to see you totally naked, I want to enjoy your sexy body, or perhaps you'd rather I did it?" And he dropped to his knees in front of Yasmine and began to unhook and unzip her shorts and ease them off. Yasmine seemed frozen in place, unable to move, except for her eyes which were darting backwards and forwards between me and daddy, watching me strip my skirt off and daddy strip her shorts off. And her lush breasts, they were moving too, heaving up and down as her breathing became faster and more ragged. Mmmm they looked sensational! Quickly, Yasmine was totally naked and daddy eased her ass cheeks forward slightly on the couch and parted her legs, then leaned forward and pressed his lips to her sopping wet Pussy, and a cry came from her as her body jerked and jumped. Then his tongue slid into her, lashing, lightly her swollen clit and her body began to respond. Her eyes half closed and little gasps came from her as her ass cheeks writhed and lifted to press her pussy harder into daddy's face, and he licked and sucked at her juicy pussy. All this was really turning me on, and I knew I just had to get involved, so I knelt on the couch beside Yasmine and leaned down to suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, and she arched and screamed, and her hand came up to clutch my hair, but not to push me away, to press my face even more firmly into her breasts. God, I'd never sucked a woman's tits before, it was an amazingly erotic experience, feeling the throb and pulse of her nipples, and my own body started to throb in unison. I ran my lips and tongue all around her firm breasts and she continued to moan, and I could hear the slurping as daddy really sucked on her pussy and clitoris, lapping up the juices that were pouring from her as small orgasms spun through her body. Then her hand left my head and I felt it brush against my breast, then cup and fondle it, and a spasm of pleasure raced through me. She was moaning loudly now, "Mmm, yes Aysha, suck my hot tits, Oh God, Daniel, suck my hot pussy, so good, so good" and both of us sucked harder, and her body jumped and jerked. Then I felt the light touch of daddy's hand and I knew he was ready to take things further, so I lifted my lips up from her breasts and replaced them with my stroking hand as daddy lifted to his knees and leaned forward to rub the head of his massive cock against her pussy, her eyes flew wide and she glanced down, "Oh yes Daniel, fill me up, fill me with your hot cock, fuck me, fuck me, please" and her body was wracked with a series of shudders and shivers. Slowly, ever so slowly, daddy slid his cock into her writhing pussy, and I watched with fascination and excitement as the whole length of it disappeared into her welcoming pussy, her ass lifting to greet him, her hips twisting and turning as he thrust deeper and deeper, "Oh yes, oh god yes, fuck me Daniel, fuck me" she almost screamed out, and I could feel the fire raging inside my own pussy, it was as if I was being fucked too, and my hand dropped and my fingers slid into my own pussy, keeping time with the thrusting of daddy's cock. Now he was increasing the tempo, thrusting harder and deeper, and Yasmine was going wild, and I found myself urging him on, "Yes, daddy, yes, fuck Yasmine good, fuck Yasmine hard, fuck her", suddenly one of his hands reached out and darted between my legs, displacing my fingers, and he was finger fucking me frantically as he cock fucked Yasmine, and my body was bouncing and writhing on the couch too. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to Yasmine's and rammed my tongue between her lips, kissing her deeply and passionately, and she was responding wildly. My hands were clutching her breasts, squeezing hard and she was bucking and heaving, and daddy was ramming his big cock deep and hard into her steaming pussy. Then I heard daddy cry out, "Cum with me Yasmine, cum with me, I'm gonna shoot my load into your hot, tight pussy, I'm gonna fuck you good, shoot my juices up your cunt, I'm Cumming Yasmine, I'm CUUUUUMMMMMIIIING!" I pulled my lips from Yasmine and watched daddy ram his cock deep then hold it there as shudder after shudder ran through him and I knew he was spewing his cum juice deep inside her, and my pussy exploded in sympathy as his fingers frantically worked my swollen clit. Yasmine herself had arched and momentarily frozen in that position as his juices shot into her pussy, then collapsed into a shuddering, juddering heap as a massive orgasm threatened to send her into oblivion. Daddy kept ramming his cock into Yasmine and I could see some of his cock juice seeping from her pussy as she arched upwards again and again, screaming wildly and incoherently, and I was feeling excitement like never before, god it was everything I thought it would be and more watching them fuck, and I wondered briefly if it would be as exciting being fucked while Yasmine watched me, Mmmm, I couldn't wait to find out. As daddy's cock gradually softened he pulled back from Yasmine and slid from her pussy, his cock coated with a mixture of his own juices and Yasmine's, and I slid off the couch and took his cock into my mouth and quickly licked and lapped those juices off him, Mmm they tasted so good, then as he slumped back somewhat exhausted, I saw Yasmine's wide open pussy just a few inches away, still oozing juices, so I leaned forward and began to lick her clean too, wow, I was tasting my first pussy - and loving it! Yasmine seemed to love it too, as her body went into another series of small shudders, and her hand came down to my head once again and pressed me closer, and I heard her murmur softly, "Oh yes Aysha, don't stop, I've wanted this so long, wanted your lips on my pussy" I was surprised and incredibly excited by her words and slid my tongue deeper into her pussy, touching and teasing her clit as I scooped out the mountain of cum that daddy had deposited, and she suddenly cried out again and exploded, and I felt her hot juices splash onto my face, and incredibly, I came too, my body shaking and shuddering uncontrollably. The rest of the night was absolutely incredible, as soon as we'd all recovered from that first bout of lovemaking, daddy and Yasmine combined to make love to me, and it was even better than I'd imagined. The momentary look of shock as Yasmine realized that I was going to take daddy's big cock into my pussy, then the hot, hot look in her eyes as she joined in lifted me right up to a new level of ecstasy, and their lips, tongues, hands, and of course daddy's gorgeous cock combined to keep me up there as I exploded into orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. Then daddy fucked Yasmine some more, and me some more, and Yasmine and I made a meal of each other's tits and pussies, and the whole night became a blur of fantastic sex, quite the best I'd ever known, and even daddy admitted he hadn't known better. Then all three of us sat around the breakfast table and plotted the seduction of Carla, Mmmm was she in for a surprise! One hungry, horny man and two hungry horny women were all determined to give her a night she would never forget either. Just thinking and talking about it excited all three of us again, so Yasmine's departure was delayed a further half day as we did the only thing possible - each other! To Be Continued... Aysha Ch. 3 My mind was in turmoil after the Friday night and Saturday morning with Daddy and Yasmine. I couldn't quite believe how I'd felt or how I'd acted, it was so totally out of character - at least, I thought so. Admittedly since I'd started fucking with my dad, I'd kind of opened up to the sexual feelings that had long been repressed, but it was still a shock to look back on what had happened. I had anticipated that I might feel some pleasure in watching daddy fuck Yasmine, as just thinking about it had turned me on immensely, but I wasn't prepared for the red hot lust that took over as soon as I saw his big cock start to thrust into her pussy. Nor was I prepared for the even greater red hot lust that had overtaken me when his cock was plunging into my pussy and Yasmine was watching, it was almost overwhelming, I felt like a total slut - and I loved it! But it was the third aspect that really had my mind buzzing, my reaction to the sight, the feel, the taste and the aroma of Yasmine's incredibly beautiful and sexy body, just blew my mind away. The logical part of my mind was putting it all down to the special circumstances of the night, the sexy films that involved some female to female loving, the intimacy of the threesome itself, with everyone reaching out and touching everybody else, the whole amazingly lustful scenario. But there was a part of my mind that was reminding me of the almost overwhelming feelings of desire I'd felt the very first moment I'd seen Yasmine's horny tits, the incredible turn on I'd felt at the first taste of her pussy juices, the almost cosmic feelings of pleasure I'd felt when her tongue first touched my pussy, how I didn't want it to stop. Did I really enjoy making love to a female as much as to a man? It was total confusion in my mind, confusion that I knew I needed to deal with, and there was only one way I could see to do that, I would have to revisit the situation without the extraneous aspects of that night, without the films and without daddy, just me and Yasmine. Then I panicked anew, what if she didn't have similar feelings, what if she didn't want to know, what if I made a total fool of myself. For days this confusion of thoughts raged through my mind, then daddy mentioned that he was going out to a meeting the following evening and wouldn't be back until very late, and I realised I probably wouldn't get a better opportunity, so taking my courage in both hands, I rang Yasmine and invited her over. Her first question was the one I anticipated, "Will Daniel be there?" I took a deep breath, feeling my heart beating at a million miles an hour, "No Yasmine, he'll be at a meeting all evening, there'll just be you and me" I said. "Oh" she responded, then there was a long silence, "Just the two of us?" "Yes" I replied, already feeling my confidence oozing away. "We don't normally see each other outside of Friday" she said, quietly, "It must be very special for you to invite me over" "I think it's very special" I said, "At least for me it is, but if you don't want to come" I added, feeling my stomach start to feel empty and hollow. "Oh no!" she exclaimed, "it's not that at all, - she hesitated a moment - I just wanted to know if it was special, because I think it would be for me" And I thought I heard a slight gulp down the phone. Whether I did, or didn't, my spirits suddenly skyrocketed and I found myself grinning wildly. "Ok, let's make it about 7.30, and no need to put on anything special, I intend to be totally casual" I said. I heard her muffled giggle quite plainly, "Oh, like Friday" she said. "Mmm. Something like that" I replied, "Something, cool and frothy perhaps" and laughed. She joined in the laughter, then said "goodnight, see you tomorrow" and hung up. When I put the phone down I was surprised to find my breasts and nipples swollen and sensitive, and my pussy totally wet. And Daddy was surprised too when I walked into the kitchen and demanded that he fuck me on the kitchen table! but not so surprised that he wasn't able to fulfill my demands! wow, that was quite something, lying spread out on my back on the table with my legs right up in the air and daddy pounding his big, hard cock into me. Mmmmm I especially like it when he pulled out of my pussy at the last moment and splattered his hot cum juices all over my tits and my face, then rubbed it in with his hands, so I was sticky and yukky and totally sluttish. Then he told me to clean his cock off, so I slid from the table on to my knees and sucked and licked his cock totally clean. The only problem was, the licking and sucking made him all hard again, so I took him deep into my throat and sucked his cock real hard and deep while fondling and stroking his heavy balls until he started to explode yet again. Of course I only took the first spurt down my throat, the rest I allowed to spurt all over my face and breasts again, oh God, that felt so good, soo horny and soo slutty, that I exploded in a massive orgasm too! Daddy tried to get me to tell him what had turned me on so incredibly, but I decided to keep Yasmine's visit a total secret - for the time being, anyway. The evening arrived and daddy went dashing off to his meeting about 6.30, and I cleaned up the kitchen and rushed into the bathroom for a shower. After that I spent a little time trying to decide what to wear, laughing as I realised I was taking as much care - if not more - as I did on a Friday night when I was dressing to attract the males at the clubs. Eventually I decided on a similar outfit to the previous Friday, one of my half tops with no bra and a tight pair of denim shorts with no panties. As I looked in the mirror I realised it showed off my long legs and tight butt to absolute perfection, and the half top was clingy enough that it revealed the fact I wasn't wearing a bra, just right! Then the front door bell rang and I felt the heat start to rise in me, along with the fear and the nervousness, but I hurried to open it. Yasmine was standing there looking a bit uncertain, but also quite stunning. I grinned when I noted that she had gone for a similar outfit, with a half top and tight shorts, and with her lush breasts there was absolutely no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I felt the heat start to rise even more. I asked her in and led the way into the lounge and offered her a cool drink, which she accepted. She didn't take a seat, she sort of moved around the room glancing at one thing and then another, clearly very nervous. "Has Daniel gone to his meeting?" she asked "Yeah, he left about half six" I replied "Oh, when will he be back?" she asked I grinned, handing her the cool drink, "Not until very late" I said. She took a sip then placed it on the table and moved around again, "You said it was special for me to come tonight" she said, not looking directly at me, "Why is that?" This was the moment I had been dreading, and I felt the flush start in my toes and run all the way to the top of my head, but I took a deep breath and went for broke, "Because of Friday" I said a little hoarsely, "Because of the way I felt when I saw you naked, because of the way I felt when I touched you and when you touched me, and because of the way I felt when we were making love together. I needed to know if it was real or if it was only a part of the threesome activities of the night, a kind of bi-product if you like" There was a heavy silence, and I kept my head lowered, looking at the floor, then I worked up the courage to look up and found Yasmine staring at me, her face almost bright red. Then her tongue came out and brushed across her lips and she said "And what have you decided?" I gulped, "I'm sorry, I can't help it, from the moment you walked in the door I've wanted you, wanted to kiss you, wanted to touch you, wanted everything!" There was just a momentary silence, then a broad grin came over her face and she let out a huge sigh, "Oh, thank God, I thought it was only me" she exclaimed. And then she was in my arms and our lips were glued together and our tongues were doing a magic dance, and our hands were everywhere. I still have no idea how we got from the kiss to being completely naked on the lounge room floor, but moments later, that's where we were, and I was feasting my eyes once again on Yasmine's lush tits with their rock hard nipples, her beautiful hairy pussy and her tight sexy ass. Then I was feasting my hands on them, and then I was feasting my lips and my tongue on them, and she was doing the same to me, and it was absolutely fantastic. Then came the glorious moment when we found ourselves in the 69 position and my face mashed into her dripping wet pussy and her face mashed into mine. And we licked and lapped and sucked like there was no tomorrow, lifting each other to heights of arousal and pleasure that defied description. Mmmmm I absolutely loved taking her clit in my mouth and sucking hard, and feeling her body jump and jerk, and loved it when she did the same to me. God she seemed to know exactly where to put her tongue to give me the greatest pleasure, and at one point even slid down and was flicking her tongue against my puckered asshole, Wow, that sent me into a mind boggling orgasm! I lost count after a while of how many times I exploded in orgasm or of how many she did, our tongues and lips and fingers seemed capable of keeping us in a permanent state of high octane pleasure, and I knew for sure now that I loved having sex with Yasmine, having sex with another woman, and when we finally took a break and got round to consuming the drinks that had once been ice cool, she told me that she felt exactly the same way. Then she grinned, "But of course, I'd still like a big hard cock every now and again! or maybe a bit more often than that!" she said, and we both collapsed laughing. We were still laughing and embracing each other's naked bodies when we heard the loud gasp, and our heads jerked up, to find daddy standing there, a slightly shocked expression on his face. Perhaps not because of what we were doing, but because standing right alongside him was his younger brother John, and John was gaping at us as if he'd never seen a naked woman before. Of course, admittedly he was seeing two naked women at the same time and both were beautiful and sexy and one was his own niece, and they had been involved in a fairly heavy sexual embrace at the time, so perhaps it wasn't too much of a surprise that he had a slightly shocked expression on his face, and equally it wasn't a surprise that he was rapidly developing a massive bulge in his trousers! Then the shock of discovery was gone from me and in it's place came that intense horny feeling that I'd had the first time with dad, and I knew that I wanted - and was definitely going to have - my uncle John! So without a word I got to my hands and knees and crawled across the carpet and began to undo the zipper on uncle John's trousers. Yasmine, seeing or sensing what was in the wind, was equally quick off the mark and made a beeline for dad, and within seconds had his trousers around his ankle and his rampant cock in her mouth. I also had uncle John's stiff cock in my hand and was admiring it, almost the same size as dad's but a totally different shape, as uncle John was uncircumcised. Then I took it in my mouth briefly, licking and lapping around it's head, and feeling the dip of his knees as a huge shudder ran through him. Then I took it from my mouth and looked up at him, "Mmmmm uncle John, such a beautiful, big, hard cock, bet you'd love to shove it deep in Aysha's pussy, wouldn't you? Mmm? Love to fuck your horny niece, wouldn't you?' He was looking down at me bug eyed, but there was no doubting what message they were transmitting, so I lay back on the floor and opened my legs wide and beckoned to him, "Take off the rest of your clothes uncle John, I want you naked, I want you to fuck me, I want you to fill me with your horny cock, cum on, uncle John, cum on!" Shocked or not, he was out of those clothes in a flash and on his knees between my legs, but hesitated a moment as he looked over to see how dad was reacting. Well dad was reacting the way Yasmine intended, he was on his knees behind her feeding his big, hard cock deep into her pussy as his hands fondled her lush tits. God what a hot sight, such a turn on watching them fuck, then I wasn't watching anymore as with an almost fatalistic groan, uncle John buried his big hard cock deep into my pussy, and started to lash my breasts with his lips and tongue, and I was responding, lifting to meet every thrust, twisting a little from the hips as he plunged into me, giving him that special corkscrew effect that I knew blew daddy's mind when I did it to him. It had the same effect on uncle John and I began to milk his cock slowly and teasingly, driving him wilder and wilder, "Yes uncle John, fuck me hard, fuck your big cock into me, fill me with your hot juices, fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee" And he was pounding and pounding his cock into me, driving me higher and higher, through a series of small and medium orgasms, then he was crying out, "Oh god, Aysha, I can't hold on, you're driving me wild, I'm coming baby, I'm cumming, God, I'm CUUUUUUUMMMMMMING" and his cock swelled and then exploded, shooting a thick spurt of his hot cock juice deep into my pussy, and that sent me over the top too, into a magnificent driving orgasm, and I kept on cumming and cumming as he kept on thrusting and thrusting and spurting his juices into me. Alongside me I could hear Yasmine wailing loudly too, and dad almost screaming out, and I knew that they were both cumming along with us. Finally we all collapsed into an untidy heap, with arms and legs everywhere, and stayed that way until dad finally staggered up and got everyone a drink. Uncle John was looking a little bemused, yet pleased with himself, although he blushed very self consciously when I asked him how he'd enjoyed fucking his niece! then I reached up and kissed him lightly on the lips and told him there was more to come, much, much more to come. Since they'd come home so early and interrupted our fun, the least they could do was make up for it, so I moved over to daddy and Yasmine moved over to uncle John and we set about getting them aroused all over again. It didn't take long to make them both rock hard again, and I enjoyed the look of shock that flew over uncle John's face as daddy slowly started to shove his big, hard cock into my pussy, yeah, I got a real thrill out of that look, out of doing daddy in front of him, and I think I was even wilder than the time before, crying out very, very loudly, "Oh yes daddy, fuck me, fuck your horny daughter, fuck me hard, fill me up, shoot you cum juice right up my steaming pussy, oh god, I want you so bad, want daddy's cock so much" My words were certainly turning daddy on a lot, and when I glanced over at uncle John, I could see that he was watching us as he was fucking Yasmine, watching us and getting off on the sight of daddy fucking me, so I fucked even harder, and this time my orgasm when it came almost blew me completely away. Unfortunately shortly after that uncle John had to leave, but not before he'd promised to come again real soon. When daddy came back from seeing him out he grinned at us and said "That was completely unexpected, but I loved it, but now I'm off to bed so that you two can take up where you were interrupted earlier" and with a quick kiss on both our cheeks, he left. Yasmine and I looked at each other and grinned, and without a word fell into each other's arms and kissed deeply, before I lifted her to her feet and walked her into my bedroom, "You can leave for work from here tomorrow" I said "Some of my clothes will fit you" Her answer was a deep and passionate kiss that seemed to last for the rest of the night - it just moved around to various parts of our bodies! MMMMMMMMMMMM, oh what a night!