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Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 01

By: NonStopFunGuy



"Daddy!" I screamed, pulling my knees back more and feeling his incredible, throbbing erection stretching my cunt more, pushing in deeper, "fuck me, yeah Daddy, fuck me!"

Actually it was my two fingers -- not my father's actual penis -- doing the deed, pushing into my aching 18 year old vagina, trying to bring my aching cunt closer to a hard orgasm. My hand, arm and legs hurt from masturbating so hard, savagely pushing my fingers into myself while I had my slender legs pulled back to my small breasts. Writhing on my bed in the darkest hours of the night, my teenage lust on overdrive, I pictured what it would feel like if my sexy, handsome, adoring father was actually there -- in my bed, above me, staring down at my soft petite body, burying his massive penis into my tight, half-Asian kitty. It was a fucking awesome dream, so real and so perfect, I couldn't stop screwing myself with my two fingers until I had yet another self-induced orgasm, what would be my fourth in a row.

My room must have smelled like shit, from me finger-fucking myself for over an hour. I felt sweat pouring out every corner of my short, skinny body. I pounded my vagina with my fingers while my brain seized the image of my tall, very fit, pale-skinned daddy leaning over me and giving his teenage daughter's pussy exactly what it wanted -- his incredible erection -- over and over, and over and over, and over and over.

I was now purging all the pain and disappointment about him that had boiled in my belly for a couple of weeks. This late-night fantasy was the turning point, where the reality of what my father had done merged with my long-time urges and fantasies.

I now knew what I wanted to be -- a little slut for my father.

Everything in my life the next couple of weeks competely confirmed it, until I was able to make it happen, and get Daddy to give into his lust for me despite his staunch determination not to have sex with his daughter.

* * * *

There was a specific moment, a couple of weeks ago, two days after my 18th birthday, which set me down this erotic course.

I found myself staring at the very erotic picture on my friend Crystal's cellphone. It was a photo of an unbelievable hot male erection, in the tanned hand of a white female. The cock was way bigger than the couple that I'd seen in person up to that point of my life. I didn't know it at the time I saw the photo, but as I later would discover, that awesome big cock was 8 inches and three-eighths inches long, and it looked supersized in the smallish fist of an 18 year old female. My pussy creamed in my panties the moment I laid eyes on the photo.

"That's fucking hot," I moaned to my pretty Latina friend, as we sat on the edge of my bed after school that day. We were going to celebrate my extremely recent 18th birthday by going to a party with college guys that evening. Daddy had always said I could go to the campus when I was 18; well, I was 18 years and 2 days old that evening, so he only laughed when I informed him I was going with Crystal. My bitchy Mom, of course, as usual, had no clue; she never does, and I hardly talked to her anyway because she always cared more about her precious business than Daddy or me. Trust me, I can't imagine anyone has ever felt more worthless than me, when I had to endure that 38 year old, tiny Asian woman with fake tits screams at me because I supposedly forgot to give her a message that she got some call from a business guy, and she didn't care that I was busy trying to get a band-aid for my Dad when he cut his finger on his drawing board in the basement. "Oh he'll live," my mom screamed at me in her high-pitched Thai voice. Like she was going to die because she didn't know about some shipment of bras or something for her store. Fuck her. Okay, rant finished.

Crystal had told me she got the picture from our mutual friend Melanie, the tall, thick-boned, long-haired blonde I'd known for years. I usually thought of Melanie as my best buddy, but for some reason at the time unknown to me, Melanie shared the photo only with Crystal. Crystal was studying my reaction to the photo, and giggling to herself. "You think that's a hot cock?"

"Yeah!" I mean, who wouldn't think that? It was fat and long, bulging with veins and ridges, and the pointy helmet was fucking glistening with precum. "So that's Melanie's hand?"

My Latina friend with big tits leaned back on my bed, elbows behind herself, so her C-cup looked even larger pushing through her typically tight blouse. "Yeah, it is; the guy sent it to her from his phone." But she had something else on her mind, her big brown eye sparkled with mischief. "You think you'd do a cock like that, if you had the chance?"

The question made me snort in surprise at first. Crystal was pretty much a slut, from what I could tell, having had several intense boyfriends at school since I've known her -- but she almost never wanted to talk about sex or men with me. Melanie did all the time, but not Crystal. So I didn't understand why she was asking me. "Sure, I mean, duh -- I'm jealous that's her boyfriend." I tried to think whom Melanie was dating; I thought it was one of the football team players, but I would be surprised any of them had a dick quite that big. But what did I know, my current and previous boyfriends had dicks only half that size, I think. "But it's not like I've been able to date anyone with a cock like that."

Now my Latina friend cuckled, brushing her flowing curly black hair over her shoulders. "Oh, what, Chuckie doesn't have a man-size cock like that?" She always belittled my boyfriend, to which I had grown accustomed, and perhaps it was one of the reasons I had begun to see him as not worthy of me. For a half-Asian bookworm like me with a tiny small body, getting boyfriends at school was not coming easily.

Crystal knew I'd been pretty unsuccessful in enjoying my naked relationship with Chuckie -- but, as I told myself during those dates, beggars can't be choosers. "So, who is it?" The picture of Melanie's boyfriend with the mammoth hotrod was now intriguing me desperately.

The teasing grin on Crystal's face grew wider. She'd been smiling all afternoon at me like she knew something I didn't, but didn't want to tell me. I'd yelled "WHAT?" at her a couple of times, to no avail, she acted like there was nothing. But I've known her a couple of years and she wears her emotions all over her face. She's about my height -- which, for the record, is really short -- so I didn't have a problem clubbing her with my pillow a couple of times, knowing I wasn't putting myself in jeopardy. She didn't try to fight back much, which was further proof that she was not telling me something and I was justified in getting playfully mad.

Finally she'd shown me this picture, and now the mystery was coming to its denoument. Whatever she was hiding from me, whatever was making her giggle and grin all day, had to do with the big cock in the photo. I had no idea why my blonde friend Melanie's boyfriend was some kind of devilish secret, but I was dying to know.

Her know-it-all grin doubled when she pressed the button on her cellphone to advance to the next picture. It was another close-up photo, this time of that big glorious cock sunk halfway into a very pink wet vagina. I'd only recently been introduced to porn, so the graphic details of sex took my breath away for a second. And it's not like I recognized Melanie's pussy; I'd seen her naked in showers at school, but not with a huge erection stuffed inside her.

"Fuck," I muttered, wanting to rub my aching clitty but not doing so in front of my school friend. My curiosity was now boiling close to rage. "So who the fuck is it? Just fucking tell me!"

"Okay," my high school senior classmate finally agreed, staying leaning back on my bed next to me, "but you gotta fucking promise, you won't be killing the messenger, right? Your promise? You asked, right?"

All these terms and conditions seemed to unnecessary. "Yes, right, whatever. Just tell me who it fucking is?"

She wasn't done. "'Cause Mel made me fucking promise not to show anyone -- especially you."

Now I was definitely mad. Why did my best friend single me out from knowing all this? "Fucking tell me, dummy!" I cursed at her. I wasn't good at insulting people.

Crystal was willing to make peace with her reservations only if the deal was set in stone. "So you better swear you won't get mad at me -- promise promise promise?"

What else would I say? "Yes!" I shrieked, laughing, clueless of the truth.

Then in the most relaxed, subdued, casual voice, my pretty Latina friend related the news that changed my world. "Well, 'cause that's your Dad's cock -- Melanie got him to fuck her when he drove her home from your pool party before school started."

Like -- WOW.

Did I say -- um -- WOW.

****

My Daddy's huge, fat erection buried in Melanie's tight, 18-year-old pussy. Melanie pulling her legs back, arching her body, showing off her huge round tits, her blonde hair spilling around her face. My Daddy staring at her big breasts and her long hair, feeling her tight cunt milk his dick. He wanted her so badly; he was cheating on my Mom, even though she was a bitch, so he could fuck my hot friend.

That's, like, all I could think about. For days; and days; and days. Every day, constantly. I'd see him in the morning before school, and I'd think to myself, he fucked Melanie. I'd see Melanie at school, and I'd think, she fucked Daddy. I'd get home and get horny, masturbating as I usually do, but I would get all uncomfortable because my dreams started to veer into the images of Daddy fucking Melanie. I'd avoid Daddy at night, having difficulty facing him, because all I could think about was, he stuck his big awesome cock in Melanie's cunt. Then I'd go to bed and be all upset, because, the Daddy I loved so much had fucked Melanie.

Maybe I was mad. I'd had sexual thoughts about my father a while ago. I never acted on them, I felt guilty and frankly sick. Like a psychiatrist would lock me up for being disturbed. But as I became aware of sexuality and started having sexual thoughts about men, I mean, it didn't escape my attention that my father is very handsome, and keeps himself very fit, and that lots of women seem to like his attention.

So from time to time -- sort of coming in waves, a few weeks every few months -- I might have been a little too infatuated with my father, in ways daughters might not normally be. I don't know, I'm not anyone else's daughter. I'd find myself lying in bed, either after school or late at night or really early in the morning, my panties dripping wet, my hand rubbing my tight vagina through the panties or -- if I was really horny -- digging inside the panties, directly contacting my throbbing clitoris and pussylips. My eyes would be closed, I'd picture my awesome, sexy father naked with me, his brutally big cock jutting out of his flat abdomen, his white skin contrasting to my light-tanned color. He's be fucking my mouth or pussy, telling me how much he loved me, making me feel like a woman. I'd purr that I loved him more than any daughter could -- because I do -- and my body would tense and orgasm from the deep sex my father's big bone was driving into me. The orgasms from my fantasies were so different from my fantasies about just about anyone or anything else; they were improper and disgusting dreams, but they made me cum so hard. I learned to enjoy my fantasies about my father, then after a couple of days of them, I'd get over them, and move on, and not let them affect my world, until they reoccurred a few weeks or months later.

But now my fantasies of fucking my hot Daddy were displaced by the reality he was fucking Melanie. It perturbed my entire sexual world; I couldn't masturbate about anything else, because when I tried, I'd just think about Daddy having sex with Melanie, and I'd get depressed but remain horny. The orgasms were so hard to manufacture now. It was really aweful, for the two weeks following the night I saw those two pictures.

I made sure I wasn't mad at Daddy. Mom is a fucking bitch and treats him all wrong. I've always thought Mom was maybe having an affair with her business partner, who loaned her the money for her lingerie store and always seems to be hanging around the place. She just seems to light up around the jerk a little too often. I mean, he's a creep. He once asked me to model lingerie for him -- at his house. I mean, um, no thanks? And, she's hardly ever around at home. Daddy has needs, Mom. You should be taking care of them.

And Melanie, well, it's no surprise Daddy was attracted to her. She's on the softball and volleyball teams, she's pretty tall and has very long blonde hair and a big fucking chest. She's not a skinny girl, she's kind of thick, so she's not the most popular girl at school. She's really funny, though, I love being around her. She has had some long-time steady relationships with other athletes at the school, although never the super-hot ones. I guess if she offered her young 18 year old body to my very handsome and lonely father, I can definitely see why he'd be "up" for that.

So with my sexual fantasies a mess, I was pretty irritable every day. I was avoiding Daddy for reasons I couldn't articulate, and so I found myself in bitching sessions with my Mom just about every day, if not every hour. It was really bad there. And I was avoiding Melanie a lot, too, at school.

Something needed to give me relief, from the jumble of emotions churning in my heart and the building lust in my cunt.

It really, really sucked.

****

Melanie's back arched, her huge tits jiggling around and her stiff nipples pointing at the ceiling. As she pulled her thick thighs open, my Daddy leaned into her more, his fabulous ass clenching and pumping his hips forward, shoving all of his over-8 inches of manly bone into her dripping wet teenage vagina. Melanie screams, "Yes fuck me Daddy!" reaching out to him and pulling his hips into her, harder, working more of his wonderful meat into her slutty pussy.

The image was incredibly vivid. My eyes were awake, as I lay in bed. It was like two weeks after Crystal showed me the pictures, and the weekend before my Mom was supposed to be out of town for a convention. Maybe it was Friday or Saturday night, I don't recall. It was definitely late, like 2 a.m. or something. My room was, as usual, in near-darkness. I was wearing only panties, nothing else, the room was a bit too warm for my liking. Maybe that's why I couldn't sleep, or was sleeping badly.

I lay on top of my sheets, my small 30A-cup titties beaded with sweat, cooled by the soft breeze from the air conditioner in the window. I had my panties pushed down in a bunch halfway between my crotch and knees, forcing my legs to be more straight than parted. The panties were sopping wet, all bound up tightly, it would take too much effort to move them down my legs more, so I left them there. My hand was busy on my pussy, working myself over. My soft cuntlips were drenched, so silky and smooth, I loved their feeling against my fingers. I shaved my cunt all the time, I discovered that it felt better to finger-fuck myself when my kitty was bald. Besides, I think I looked better with a bald slit; that's what my boyfriend told me, anyway. I guess my short, slender body, 90 pounds when soaking wet, had a more clean, pristine look without hair around my cunt. I think white guys want Asian girls (or half-Asian girls, like me) to be their China dolls, like delicate soft toys for their big red-hot cocks. At least, that's how I perceive myself in their eyes. (And I guess I'd be a half-Thai doll, not Chinese doll, but, whatever.) Having hair around my pussy sort of ruined that image I have of myself, so I kept it shaved off.

As I toyed with my aching vagina, I frowned, frustrated at what I expected would happen. This was going on every night, all the time. I wanted so badly to have a big, hard orgasm. Daily I'd work on my pussy, thrusting fingers into it, licking juices off of my hand, pinching my nipples -- even taking my asshole, sliding a finger into it. But, lying in bed that fateful early morning, I figured I'd just have the same results as I did every day. The thoughts of Daddy and Melanie having sex would interrupt everything, would make me more horny yet more unable to cum, and I'd start to cry or have a pathetic, bad little orgasm, and remain a ball of nerves.

Driven by the fear of how the masturbation would end, I forced myself to think about the most depraved, erotic fantasies that usually would drive me over the edge several times per session. I wanted to be a slut; yes, I admit it. A fucking little slut. I'd imagine myself in a roomful of hung adult white men, or even black men, all horny to fuck the sexy little half-Asian bitch. I didn't care they didn't know my name; I'd let them bend me over or spread my legs, and shove their huge throbbing pricks into my tight teenage cunt, and fuck me all night and fill me or cover me in their seed. Yes, I wanted to be treated like a slut, I wanted them to call me "bitch" and "cunt" and "whore" instead of Kristen. I wanted to be used like a fucking toy, their cumbag, a little Asian cunt to be fucked all night until they didn't have a drop of sperm left on their big fat balls.

I added some of the spicier elements of my past dreams. Maybe four -- no, five -- no, six married men naked in a cheap motel room with me; maybe I met them all over the Internet. They were there getting their big hard cocks off on me, taking turns to fuck me on the small bed, or in groups of two and three filling my cunt, asshole and mouth with their awesome erections. Maybe one or two of them brought their adult wives or girlfriends to watch, women who wanted to see a young teenager -- a senior in high school -- get gang-banged all night into the next morning. I would show them what a good fuck I was, taking all those dicks over and over, my small petite body getting covered in sperm. The men would pull out and shoot their wads all over me, covering my face and small breasts, or filling my pussy with their hot cream in multiple loads. I'd be a fucking sweaty, cummy mess, the men would love what a little slut I was, the women would be so amazed I could fuck all those dicks.

The dreams of being a sex toy for all those adult men -- cherished by them, and their women -- was making me so fucking horny. My little 18 year old cunt was hurting for attention, I wanted it so badly. My two fingers squeezed inside, digging as far as I could, pressing in hard. My arm was bent, my wrist too, to shove my fingers up into me. It made my hand and wrist hurt; my upper arm hurt; even my small legs hurt as I bent them wide open, to fuck myself. Fuck me, I'd scream to the men, looking around the room, seeing their rockhard pricks ready to give me what I wanted, fuck me! I dreamt of that fucking while my fingers furiously dug into my cunt, pumping savagely.

And, as usual, I couldn't keep the forbidden images away. Daddy giving Melanie the best fucking sex of her young life. She was adoring his penis, it was the most amazing machine she could have possibly dreamed. First she sucked it, kneeling on the floor nude and gazing up my father's rock-firm stomach and chest. His huge penis pointed at her blonde face; he was throbbing, horny for her. She felt it, stroked it, sucked it. He made her cunt so wet. (My fingers felt how wet my cunt was, and I knew, she was at least that wet for my Daddy.) Then Daddy took her to the bed, spread her legs open, and drove his mammoth erection into her 18 year old pussy. It was so long it filled the deepest parts of her cunt; and Daddy is so thick, he stretched her out almost painfully, almost like ripping her slit even larger. His body and fitness could ram that cock into her pussy for hours, way way longer than any teen boy could do, so Melanie had multiple orgasms and screamed his name in delight. "Rick! Rick! Daddy fuck me! Oh fuck me!"


Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 01



And Daddy loved it. She's young, pretty, with big tits and very tanned skin. He hadn't fucked a girl that age in -- well, I assume, a long time. Her tight velvet cunt felt wonderful; the fact a girl wanted him to fuck her, was such a satisfying feeling, given how my Mom treats him. He came so hard in Melanie's pussy.

I have no idea if this is how Daddy actually fucked Melanie, when those pictures were taken. But, it made total sense that it could have happened like that, just as I described.

But, unlike every day for the last two weeks, instead of frustrating me and making my cry, a wonderful, amazing thing happened. I was so turned on, imagining Daddy and Melanie having sex. My father fucked my friend! It was an insanely sexy thought; I loved him, and her too, and they pleasured each other and fucked madly. My stupid Mom deserved it, she wouldn't take care of him so Melanie would. Yes, Daddy deserved Melanie, he needed to have her blonde cunt take his big throbbing dick. My Daddy deserved to be happy.

Now, this fantasy was an incredible turn-on to me. With my legs hurting, bound together by the sopping-wet panties, I gathered my strength and pushed my wet panties down my legs, off of them. Now freed of the bondage, I laid back and pulled my slender legs wide, wide open, fingering my vagina furiously. I pictured Daddy screwing my blonde friend for hours, in every position, bending her over and taking her doggy-style, then having her athletic body sit on top of him and ride him like a cowgirl. Her face would be contorted in pain; she loved the orgasms he gave her.

Yes, Daddy! I cried to myself, picturing him fucking Melanie. I wanted him to; he loved fucking her, didn't he?

Then, suddenly -- it was a blessing from Heaven -- I had a cum. A big, fucking, huge orgasm. My legs stiffened, I couldn't breathe, my stomach twisted in knots and my pussy grabbed my fingers. I let out a huge moan, which I tried to keep muffled so my parents down the hall wouldn't hear, and I allowed a savagely powerful orgasm to rip through my body as I pictured Daddy cumming in Melanie's hot teen vagina.

It wasn't the only orgasm. My cunt was on fire, demanding full attention. Despite my arms, hand, and legs hurting painfully, the relief from the orgasm -- and all the lust still blazing in my pussy -- kept me going. I continued to dream about Daddy fucking Melanie. I kept thrusting my fingers into my cunt, arching them, rubbing my G-spot, until I had a second then a third orgasm. With my fingers and hand so soaking wet, I gave my cunt a few minutes' relief and slipped my finger down to my tight little asshole. My boyfriends never touched it; but I loved the feeling, I guess I was just a real fucking pervert. I slid my drenched finger into my own butthole, pretending it was a cock or a guy's tongue entering me, and I gasped and moaned. Meanwhile, I imagined Daddy fucking -- no, licking Melanie's hot round ass. She would laugh and moan from the feeling of his manly tongue inside her hot ass.

My cunt needed another good fucking, and I pounded my fingers into it again, drawing out another orgasm, then another. It was fucking miraculous.

It was my epiphany. I had come to terms with Daddy fucking Melanie, and, I didn't care -- in fact, I think I liked knowing about it. I was happy for him, and for her.

The surprising thing was -- I was happy for myself. Because, as I fucked my own vagina with my stiff and sore fingers, I told myself what I needed. It was all clear to me now.

I needed to get my Daddy's massive cock into my pussy. I loved him and it's what he and I needed to do. We needed to fuck.

Now, I dreamed again of my Daddy fucking me. I'd done it many times in the past, feeling guilty about it, but cumming hard. Not so that night. It was a different dream, because it seemed real. Daddy cheated on Mom. If he fucked Melanie, he'd fuck me, right. Right? It could happen. If I wanted it to, I bet Daddy would fuck me!

"Daddy," I screamed in my dreams, staring at his handsome, square face, his blue eyes and manly jaw, "fuck me!" His broad, well-formed shoulders towered above me, his hairy, strong chest pumping gracefully back and forth. Down my slender, half-Asian body, with my thighs spread open, my Daddy's awesome cock was penetrating his daughter, fucking me hard and deep. I clutched his strong arms, arching my back to show off my smallish teen boobies, and the hard nipples sticking out of them. Daddy stared at my slender body, loving it. He fucked me with passion, wanting me to feel so satisfied and fulfilled, giving me his love in thrusts from his cock over, and over, and over. And over some more.

One last orgasm shattered my body, causing me to ball up in pain as it roared through my limbs, leaving me a huddled, panting mess on my bed, with my bedsheets under my nude body soaking wet. Oh shit, oh fucking shit, I moaned to myself, catching my breath. My nose was filled with mucus, my eyes tearing; I had been breathing through my mouth, it was all dried now. I had to lick my lips, blow out my nose, wipe my face of sweat and saliva. My hand fucking hurt; my pussy and hand were drenched. It was probably a disgusting sight, but, I felt wonderful.

With the fantasies subsided after the last orgasm died down, I was left with a lingering, powerful thought. It wasn't going away. I didn't want it to, either.

Yes, I wanted to fuck my Daddy. If I came that hard from masturbating about it, just think how awesome the orgasms would be when it actually happened!



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 02



As he laid his thick, rotund mass over her petite little Thai body, the male's rigid penis drove into my Mom's small frame, stretching her 38 year old pussylips wider, driving so deep until his balls were bouncing off her soft golden asscheeks. I watched her small Asian hands gripping his fat white buttocks, pulling her business partner's erection even deeper into her married twat, while her high-pitched voice shrieked across the room to me, as I was hiding behind the partition near the steps.

"Oh yeah baby," my Mom purred in a lusty, uncontrolled squeal, "do me, fuck me!"

Watching my own mother (whom I hate, no loathe completely) cheat on my father (whom I dearly love unbelievably so) with such a rather unhandsome man should have made me want to puke. I hated seeing it. But I also couldn't pull my eyes away, it was the most ridiculous discovery I could imagine.

And it made me want to fuck my own Daddy even more.

* * * *

I was supposed to be at the Science club meeting after school. I'm a senior now, and the teachers appointed me a co-team captain, although I'm not sure why. I don't have the absolute best grades, and I'm pretty shy in groups. I guess they figured, maybe having an Asian (well, in my case, half-Thai) girl would look good, you know, so we didn't have two white guys as the captains of a mostly Asian and Indian group of students. Whatever.

My ambivalence to the club gave me cause to blow off the meeting. I told a teacher I was not feeling well, and I sort of alluded to the fact I was having that "time of the month." He told me to go home, so I did.

The house was eerily empty, as I took a shortcut through the backyard and walked through the back patio doors. My father -- my awesome Daddy -- usually works out of the basement, in his home office. But that day he was at meetings in his company's downtown offices, and he wouldn't be home until well past dinner. My Mom, I expected, was still at the Mall, working at her lingerie store she owned. Well, she co-owned it with a business partner; she ran the store, he was the money man. It was a Tuesday, and if she wasn't at the Mall, she would be running errands around town. With both of my parents gone, it wasn't surprising that all of the lights were off, and there wasn't any noise.

I put my book bag down and sat at the kitchen table with graham crackers. You might think that's all innocent, a petite, 90-pound half-Asian smarty pants from school having cookies after school, what, before I'd do my homework? Actually, my thoughts were totally elsewhere. My bald, shaved pussy ached; I was just filling my stomach quickly, before I planned to go up to my bedroom and strip nude, and finger-fuck myself to a few orgasms. Yeah, it was happening daily now, it's all I thought about.

I was going to go upstairs and fantasize about my hot, sexy Daddy fucking me. I loved the dream so badly. I loved Daddy, he was the perfect father, such a gentleman to me, treating me like a princess all my life, and he was so hot and sexy too. I had seen the pictures of him fucking my best friend Melanie, and that had driven my fantasies to a whole new level. I wanted to fuck him too, and if he fucked my blonde 18 year old friend, then wouldn't he want to fuck his horny, petite, 18 year old daughter too?

So I quickly downed a couple of layers of the graham crackers, washing them with swigs of flavored water, and I prepared to dash up to my bedroom and take care of the aching in my jeans. Kristen wanted to fuck herself, it's true. I hardly thought about my current boyfriend anymore; he was a geek with a small dick, and he didn't make me cum nearly as much as my own fingers could. I'd just lie there under him and picture other men fucking me anyway, when he and I had sex; I might as well cut him out of the picture and do it better myself, right.

I headed to the middle of the house, about to go upwards to my room, when something caught my attention. A noise. A moan. A thump.

From downstairs.

I froze, wondering if I wasn't home alone. We don't have any pets; that wasn't a machine I heard. That was a person.

My first thought was, Daddy was home in his office. It didn't really excite me, because I would now have to lock my door, and worry that he might barge in and interrupt me fucking myself. I probably shouldn't strip nude, I figured, but just put on a skirt and fuck myself under it. Whatever, I could do that, I did that every day.

Only, it didn't sound like Daddy; it sounded like my Mom. I stood there, silent, intently listening. No, nothing else, maybe my ears were making it up.

Wait.

There, yes, there it was. A voice; a whisper, a soft, short series of words. It was my mother's voice, definitely. She has a high-pitched voice, still with a slight Thai accent despite living here with my Daddy for about 20 years. I couldn't make out what she was saying, but she sounded cheerful and friendly, and even excited.

So that made no sense, right. She and Daddy didn't get along much; it was why she was hardly ever home, burying herself in her work at the lingerie store at the Mall. Daddy worked at home, so, she made herself scarce. But, the point is, even when they are both home, they were hardly laughing with each other. It was a polite arrangement they had; they slept in the same bed, they ate together, they acted friendly to each other, but they didn't laugh and get along like mates. They were sort of roommates. How sad, too, because my father is such a sexy, loving guy. Women fawn over him; he's a great, successful architect; he treats me like the only person on earth who matters to him. Why my Mom was so turned off by him? No idea.

I had to investigate, something was weird. Call it women's intuition. I kicked my sneakers off, leaving me in socks that wouldn't make noise as I stealthily snuck down the stairs to the basement. I listend more, hearing soft voices -- Mom's, and someone else's, a male. A chill went down my slender spine, I knew something wasn't right. I kept in the shadows of the stairwell, walking deftly on the carpeted steps, then stopped halfway down.

The steps to the basement have a ninety-degree turn, halfway down; the last fourth of the steps are pretty much exposed to the basement, but there's a partition wall hiding the top three-quarters. Like some small kid spying on Santa, I went down right to the edge of the wall, crouched down, then carefully poked my head around the edge to look into the basement recreation room (our "rec room").

And my jaw dropped.

My mother was sitting on the lap of her business partner, David, on our leather sofa. Mom's back was to me; I couldn't see his face, her big hair and back were blocking the view, but I knew it was him. He's not a skinny guy -- I mean, not grotesquely massively fat, but, he could stand to lose 50 pounds. He's about Daddy's age, only time hasn't been nearly as good to him. He's balding, not in shape, and not married. He runs a bunch of lingerie stores and other small operations, so while I always thought he thinks of himself as some kind of business tycoon, he's mostly just a barnacle on the economy.

He's a jerk and a pervert, too. Last summer, he fucking hit on me at his house, while my Mom and Daddy took me there for a pool party. He was checking me out, then started asking if I'd do some modeling for their lingerie store -- well, more like, if I'd be interested, he'd let me come back to his house and he'd see if I would be a good model. The way he was looking at me, I pretty much knew, he wasn't looking to hire a model. I mean, I'm smart enough to realize, the store doesn't have its own models -- they just sell stuff from big companies that have real models. How stupid did he think I was? So I politely declined, and basically haven't really talked to him since.

Mom had her blouse on, but it was clear to me -- even though I couldn't see the front of it -- that it wasn't totally closed. David had his big fucking hands on her fake tits, while my Mom sat in her skirt on his lap, looking down towards him. She's even shorter than I am, she's like 4 foot 9 or something -- I mean, really short -- but before I was born she got a pair of silicon tits that are now completely disproportionate to her small frame. I'm sure her real tits were like mine, meaning, small. But Mom had like D cups now, this big circular, fake breasts. I never wanted to look like that.

Instantly, I was fuming. I mean, fucking pissed. This woman basically stopped taking care of my Daddy, letting herself fall into her little business world. Now I could see why she wasn't doting on Daddy anymore; she had basically replaced him, hadn't she?

"Ooh honey," I heard my Mom moan, in a lusty, throaty tone I'd never heard from her before, "that's so good."

She shifted on his lap, moving forward, her hands on the sofa around his head as she rubbed her chest into his face and simultaneously ground her crotch on his pants. I was disgusted to see my mother making it with another man -- but, like a trainwreck, I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

I was already horny when I got home; now, in my jeans, I was like twice as wet.

David stirred, as if looking away or something, and my Mom chuckled, sitting upright. "Really," my mother's high-pitched, heavily accented voice purred, "she won't be home for hours, and I have the chime on the front door so we'll hear it open."

Now I got a lump in my throat; she was talking about me -- ME!

Mom stood up, climbing off of his lap. As she turned around, I pulled back behind the wall, making sure she didn't see me. I thought about darting up the stairs to my room, or even leaving the house and coming around to the front door so the chime alarm would go off, but my legs weren't moving. My hungry libido wanted to see what would happen.

Letting just my one eye peek into the corner where the wall met the ceiling halfway up the stairs, I spied on my Mom quickly standing to take her thick black belt off of herself. Mom has an hourglass figure; she started, I'm sure, with a rail-thin body like mine, but the huge balloon tits on top combined with an ass padded from her love of chocolates, so now she was a distinctly short but curvy woman. She definitely isn't fat, but she's not a slender Thai like her daughter.

She was going to fuck him, I muttered to myself, I can't believe my Mom is cheating on the most wonderful, loving man in the world!

"Besides," snickered my Mom in her high, whiny voice, "if she came home, I'm sure you'd probably be turned on, you'd ask her to join us, wouldn't you?"

Yuck!

The rotund white male laughed. Sitting on OUR family sofa, he was unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing a mostly hairless, pale-white, flabby tummy and chest. The man almost had man-boobs, I mean, double yuck! "If she's half the horny slut you are, Malee, she'd probably want to join us." As he insulted my mother -- and me, I think -- he unzipped his slacks, revealing the bulge in his white underwear inside.

Mom was reaching back to unzip her skirt, pulling it down, revealing her black lacy thong. Mom loved to wear the stuff from her lingerie store. Her round, plump golden-tanned asscheeks were still smooth, and her thick thighs slimmed down to very tight, sexy calves. She found David's insulting comment to be hysterical, and her little body let out a hearty chuckle. "You think apple didn't fall far from tree, huh?" said the 38 year old Thai, not policing her lack of English. My Mom speaks perfectly good English, when she wants to; but usually she dropped the "the's" and stuff in her day to day conversations. "Mmm, I bet Mr. David would love to get his big handsome cock up Kristen's tight little pussy, no?"

Hearing my Mom talking about me fucking that guy who was helping her cheat on Daddy -- well, my face cringed. But as she said it, she was pulling her blouse off and reaching behind herself to unfasten her black bra. Right at that moment too, David was pushing his pants and underwear down his legs, and his hard erection suddenly pointed out of his meaty lap. I hadn't seen a grown man's erection before, not in person I mean, and my eyes were glued to it. He was a little longer than my current 18 year old boyfriend, but his adult cock was way, way thicker. I didn't know if that was due to age or what, I mean, do male cocks get bigger over the years? David's penis was shocking, I mean, here was this man helping my Mom cheat on my awesome Daddy, and he was exposing himself on OUR family sofa, in OUR rec room in OUR house.

But as angry as my heart and head were, my pussy had another reaction. I felt myself moistening in my panties; the sight of the adult erection, with a fat bulbous head and rigid shaft, made my 18 year old cunt ache for it. David wasn't very good looking, his body was flabby and pale, and he was a jerk -- but, damn, his cock made my mouth water and my cunt feel empty. Yeah, the mere sight of his dick made me want to fuck it.

Mom bent over and peeled her thong off, standing now so she was completely nude. I had been naked with her in the past, but obviously, never anything like this. Mom dropped to her knees in front of the sofa, leaning forward. I was barely breathing, my hands firmly against the wall so I wouldn't fall over, and my eye continued to peer out of the corner on the steps so I could watch the action. Her full head of curly black hair fell around David's lap, so I couldn't directly see my Mom sucking David's cock -- but there was no doubt that was what she was going. David leaned back, staring down at his lap, his hand pushing her ample hair off of her face. He moaned, his eyes rolling, and Mom's head and shoulders bobbed up and down. As she leaned forward I saw her shaved pussy between her creamy-golden thighs, and my Mom's fingers -- one with her wedding ring! -- reached back to massage her pussy and clitty, briefly. I heard my Mom's high voice moan too, sort of like, "Mmmm hmmm," as she had something big in between her lips.

I couldn't stand it, I had to reach down to my crotch and rub my pussy too, I was so turned on watching my Mom with this not-so-sexy adult man, cheating on my fantastic Daddy. I didn't feel guilty for spying; it was like, I had a right to know. Plus, it turned me on so fucking much.

David watched my Mom suck his dick a couple of minutes, but then he whispered loud enough for me to hear. "You know, I don't think we came to your house, Malee, just so that you could suck my dick."

My horny Mom giggled, sitting her naked round ass back on her heels, her hand still reaching out to his lap and stroking his cock -- which, as she leaned to one side, I could see. Her small hand looked really tiny compared to David's hard erection. "Oh is that right," purred my slutty mother, acting all innocent, "so you tell, Mr. David, why we come here?"

The jerk leaned forward and he had the audacity to put his mouth on my Mom's lips, kissing my Mom where only my Daddy should! "Because," muttered the asshole as he leaned back from the kiss, "you told me it had been a week since we fucked, and your tight cunt needed a good, deep fucking."

His words made my vagina ache even more; I was really getting turned on watching them.

Mom rose up now, crawling on to his lap. His big white hands reached around and cupped her rounded gold buttocks, positioning her small curvy body over his thick legs. As he leaned back she straddled him, knees on the sofa, moving her butt and cunt to his dick sticking out of his lap. My eyes were glued to the sight. Mom reached a hand down and grabbed his dick, holding him as she moved her cunt, then she must have put her hole on David's cockhead. She grunted and pushed down, and he moaned, and the jerk was now fucking my married Mom -- right on OUR sofa!

"Yes David!" squealed my slutty married mother, her head back as she pushed herself down to take more of his shaft into her cunt, "fuck me baby!"

David's hands moved from her ass to her chest, groping her big fake tits I'm sure, and he moved his head so I think he began sucking her tits while fucking her. Mom was really fucking horny, her ass moving in big circles, sliding up and down his pole. I already now could smell their nudity, as the aroma of their exposed genitals had diffused throughout the basement now. The scent made me more horny, too. Mom had her hands on the sofa, pumping her little body up and down, and I could see David's fat hairy balls and the base of his thick shaft as her cunt lowered down on his penis. Mom was fucking him, and I had a direct view of it, as she leaned forward riding him.

Why wasn't she fucking Daddy, I thought as a tear welled in my eye, why was she fucking a man who was so not worthy of replacing my Daddy in her life?

Instantly, my thoughts and fantasies about my Daddy flooded my head. For the last two and a half weeks, ever since I saw the photos of my Daddy fucking one of my best friends, I had been having fantasies of Daddy having sex. I'd always fantasized about him fucking me from time to time, but now, that fantasy was so much more intense, so real. For the last couple of days I had been thinking, I should have sex with Daddy. I love him like no other woman does; I'm 18 now -- almost 18 and a month -- and I'm no virgin. I would cherish him, and not treat him like Mom does, the bitch.

I mean, in a lot of ways, I've kind of replaced Mom in his lfe. On top of my high school senior-year classes -- including a few advanced placement courses -- and then my chess and science clubs, the debate team, and the 4H club, I had to add "making Daddy happy" to my list of daily chores started a couple years ago, when Mom opened her fucking lingerie store. He likes coffee to be made in the morning when he gets out of the shower, because Mom used to do that. Now, she didn't have time for it, so he'd sigh as he made it in the morning. I never liked hearing my Dad sound disappointed about anything, so even though he never asked -- and tells me everyday I don't have to do it -- I always make sure his favorite coffee is brewed and waiting before he gets out of the bathroom. Or, I always knew he liked the kitchen cleaned before the late evening news comes on, because if it's not, we usually get a few ants in the morning. Mom used to take care of all of it, but now of course, she doesn't get home until well past closing -- usually 11 or 11:30 at night. Even after a long day of work, my dad took it upon himself to clean it, telling me my homework was more important. I just couldn't stand that, so I always make sure to clean the kitchen myself, usually before he noticed. Sometimes it's a race between us to do it; I love that he doesn't want the burden to fall on me. But I can't have him do it either! I guess these are little, stupid things. Making sure Mom remembers its his birthday or father's day, buying cards and a gift for him on those days for her to sign so it looks like she remembered -- I do it because it puts a smile on my Dad's face, really, no other reason.

Now, Mom was abandoning him, and Daddy needed a woman in his life. Someone who lived under his roof with him, and would show him what a real man he was.

Watching Mom fucking David, I just knew in my heart, my Daddy needed me to fuck him. It was just meant to be!

Mom had her hand reached down to her pussy, rubbing her clit or spreading her lips or something, as she humped David's dick. She had her other arm straight out in front of her, the hand on the wall behind the sofa, keeping her torso upright while she smashed her big fake tits into his mouth. I could hear David moaning and licking her tits, probably sucking her hard nipples, while my Mom's cunt rode his hard adult erection. The two of them were energetic, moaning loudly and gyrating together in unison on the leather sofa, feeling the tightness of her pussy surrounding his throbbing big dick.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 02



"Oh baby," he moaned to my mother, "Malee, you fucking hot slut, yeah, you're making me so fucking hard."

I couldnt believe he was talking to her that way -- my own mother! A married woman! But she definitely didn't mind, and I could tell, the dirty talk was part of their normal lovemaking. "Fuck yeah, Mr. David," my Mom purred, so aroused, her voice heavy with lust, "I'm your fucking little slut, yeah, fuck your little slut!"

The words turned him on way more, and he didn't seem happy fucking her in that sitting position. I saw him grab her rounded ass, and he lifted her while he moved off the sofa. She yelped and laughed, and the two of them unartfully fell to the carpeted floor with a thud. She laid back on the carpet while he pulled his pants off of his feet, then he crawled over her naked body with his. "Come here you little cunt," spat the perverted jerk to my married Mom, gazing down at her oversized tits inflated over her slender torso and shoulders. She turned playful, crawling away, as if to avoid him, and David crawled after her. They wound up turning around about 180 degrees, so as she spread her legs for him and he laid over her, I could see his back and ass, and their feet were pointed in my direction.

David jammed his prick into my Mom's cunt, and she shrieked. Her small golden hands reached around his meaty torso, moving down to his flabby hairy ass, grabbing his asscheeks and pulling him into her. I saw his big balls bouncing, moving forward, his body pressing into hers as she lay flat on the carpet. Her short legs were pulled way back, her knees in the air, her feet falling to the sides, as her little body started to get pounded by his far superior weight. "Oh yeah baby," my Mom squealed in her high-pitched Thai voice, "do me, fuck me!"

The fucker was ramming his penis into my Mom's vagina furiously, really pounding her harder and harder, making her moan and scream in delight. My Mom was a screamer, it seemed. As she felt his penis driving into her pussy, she had her first orgasm -- "David, fuuuuuck yesssss, I'm cummmming!" Her hands really wrapped tight on his asscheeks, squeezing hard, while she shuddered and screamed through that hard cum.

As fucking mad as I was at my Mom for cheating on my wonderful Daddy, I couldn't take my eyes off of their fucking, and my pussy was dying for attention like that. Mom was clearly loving it; he wasn't nearly as hot as Daddy, but obviously, he was giving my Mom one hell of a good lay.

David's arms were straight, his torso leaning above her small body, his big fat ass pounding up and down to thrust his erection hard into my Mom's cunt. She was crying and moaning nonstop, like one long wail, only occasionally pausing so she could suck in a deep breath of air. David and my Mom kept having sex with him on top while she began screaming to a second orgasm, then a third, then a fourth. She was exploding with high-pitched sounds and furious body-wrenching shudders, having a wonderful time fucking the hard-dicked pervert.

Then David's body tensed, I could see his ass muscles clench tightly, and he shoved his dick into my Mom while groaning, "Fuck yesssss!" Suddenly he, too, had an orgasm, squirting his seed into my Mom's pussy.

They laid on the floor, kissing, making my stomach sick. I couldn't believe I watched my Mom fuck another man! I felt like I had to tell Daddy; but, then again, I also thought he either probably already knew, or he didn't want to know. And I didn't want to hurt him. Wow, this was complicated. I'd have to think about it.

Mom crawled down David's flabby, pale-white body, moving between his fat legs, leaning over. I had a direct view of my Mom's thick Thai lips taking David's meaty red-hot dick into her mouth, sucking it, licking off the liquids from their sex. That was the single most perverted thing I'd ever seen; my Mom sucking a man's hot cock. I hated it, I loved it, I wanted to puke, I couldn't take my eyes away. Mom sucked him and then licked him greedily, noisily moving her tongue down to his hairy pinkish balls, licking around them, then back up his shaft and devouring his cockhead. She was loving it, making moaning noises, her eyes closed, bobbing her little skull, her curly black hair bouncing around as she sucked the man's dick. He was getting quite hard again.

Next Mom rose to her knees, bending way over, reaching both her hands to her tits. She cupped them and pushed the big fake balloons together, then leaned over his cock and began to tit-fuck him. Now, this was something I couldn't do, with my 18 year old, A cup breasts. My Mom's fleshy tits surrounded David's adult erection, making a soft valley between her breasts and her chestplate, and she let David pump his dick up and down. I'd never seen anything like this, and I had to admit to myself, it was sexy. As his swollen cockhead moved upwards, she put her mouth down and licked or sucked it, until he pulled it back between her breasts, then shoving it up again for another lick. She laughed, licking his cockhead over and over, and he was now madly pumping his big ass up and down to thrust his penis between Mom's big boobs.

The think I was thinking is, here is why an adult man is a better fuck than a teenage boy. My boyfriends wouldn't get hard that fast after cumming. And, it's not like I ever had four orgasms fucking one of them. Frankly, I never had any orgasm -- not even one -- fucking them.

With David fully erect now, Mom and David crawled around, ending up with Mom on her knees and elbows, bent way over on the carpeted floor, while David was on his knees behind her, ready to fuck her doggy-style. Mom's big tits hung under her slender torso, and her rounded ass stuck up at him. She was so much smaller than him, he really had to spread his knees wide to lower his penis to get it down to her cunt. Mom looked back at him and moaned, "fuck me!" Then he did, shoving his erection back into her cunt, entering her from the rear.

She screamed, her head up in the air and her eyes rolling, and her little body shook from the might of the heavy male pounding his erection into her. David was hooking his hands around her hips, pulling her back, so he could squeeze as much of his erection into her wet married cunt that would fit. My Mom started to whine and almost cry, her gasps of air sounding with an electric high-pitched tone, as she bounced her body back and forth on David's penis. Her fleshy asscheeks and thighs rippled from the impacts, each time David forced himself forward and smacked his pale white skin against her golden tan-colored Thai body. "Fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed again, loudly.

I hated my fucking Mom, but I found myself rooting for her, wanting her to cum hard. The look on her face was priceless, she was wincing and gasping and having severe pleasure from the deep pounding in her cunt. I could see her tensing, wanting her orgasm to cum, waiting for it, feeling David stretching open her cuntlips and burying his dick far up her wet, silky tube. Finally, it happened, and my Mom cried out, "Oh yes!" and shrieked unintelligibly while her body erupted with another climax, making her thin shoulders shake and her big round fake tits jiggle under her little torso.

David reached a hand down, pushing her shoulders lower, almost pressing her face and shoulders against the carpet; Mom had her arms bent, elbows out, completely lowering her tits and chest to the carpet and making her round butt stick higher into the air. David rose to stand on his flat feet, but bending his knees to lower his cock down to Mom's pussy. He towered over her little body, his balls hanging in mid-air, as he kept thrusting his erection into Mom's vagina. His long, red-hot dick was drooling with her cuntjuices as he shoved it in and out of her tight pink, bald pussy, and Mom tried to push her ass backwards to meet the onslaught from his erection probing into her body.

"Fucking bitch!" he spat down at her, literally spitting a wad of saliva onto my Mom's wet asscheeks. "So fucking hot, Malee, so fucking hot!"

Then my Mom looked back at him again, her slanted round eyes half-opened, and she purred, "Cum again, Mr. David, cum in me!"

He was still really hard and horny and not close to cumming. He kept pounding her vagina from behind as he leaned his cock and balls down, with her little body shaking back and forth. Then he pulled out and rolled Mom onto her back on the carpet, and she instantly pulled her knees apart as David laid down on top of her. I watched him stare down at her breasts and bury his cock into her cunt again, leaning over her, thrusting hard into my Mom's pussy. She grunted and cried out in lust, her knees far apart, her hands reaching down to his white ass again. They were lying sideways to me now, I could see her big fake tits bouncing around her chest, and I saw his penis's thick shaft disappearing into Mom's pussylips.

"David!" my Mom screamed, having another orgasm in her cunt.

The fat adult male fucking her didn't stop, continuing to pummel her vagina through and after her climax, driving himself into my Mom's little body. The guy was really hard and horny for her; I had no idea adult men could fuck this good for real, I thought the porn movies were faked or spliced together or something. My fucking teen boyfriends couldn't fuck this much if you added all their sex for a week together! Mom was really making David hot and he was giving it all to her; it was astounding to watch.

Still -- I hated her for cheating on Daddy. And, if this is how adult men can fuck, then I definitely wanted this from Daddy.

It was going to be great, wasn't it?

David howled and slammed into my Mom, and I could tell he was cumming a second time in her cunt. She milked him, pulling his asscheeks in her little hands, keeping his penis stuffed into her twat until every last drop of semen had shot into her. Then he fell over her, and they kissed again. Yuck.

She wiped sweat off of her forehead, rolling her head to look at the clock. "We get dressed," she sighed in her thick Thai accent, "we get out before Kristen is here."

I didn't wait around to hear or watch more. I raced upstairs, grabbed my backpack in the kitchen, snuck out of the patio door in the back, and took a walk down the street until I was a couple of blocks away. I was flustered and nervous; my pussy was soaking wet, my knees were sore and weak, and my emotions were a mess. But I took a deep breath, walked home, went to the front door. I figured this is where my Mom expected me to enter, and the alarm would chime my presence. Still, I didn't really want to face her. What would I say? I took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and entered my house.

It was empty. Mom and David had left, as if they were never there.

I raced to my bedroom, yanked my jeans and panties off, and jumped onto my bed. I started finger-fucking myself while fantasizing about the hot sex I just saw, not really thinking about the fact that it was Mom cheating on my Daddy. Fuck her; it was still really hot sex.

Then I fantasized about Daddy fucking me that hard too, because he needed to fuck someone who would love him and take care of him. That's what the best Daddy on earth deserves. Not Mom. Me. He deserved me, he and I had to fuck, so I could make him happy.

That thought drove me to an orgasm, and I loved it.



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 03



I wanted my fabulous, sexy, amazing Daddy to fuck my tight, 18 year old, half-Asian pussy. I loved him, I wanted to make him so happy because my cheating Mom was such a fucking bitch to him. Let her go fuck her fat ugly boyfriend. He could take care of her fake big tits and smack around her little Thai body, for all I cared. Daddy was going to be mine!

Only problem was -- how would I make it happen?

* * * *

I panted to another muffled orgasm, staring at the pictures of the pretty, petite brunette spreading open her skinny legs and letting her sexy father drive his dick into her wet pussy. There were about fifty of these pictures, all arranged in a private website gallery displayed on my computer monitor. I had one hand on my computer mouse, clicking between them, while my other hand was busy filling my cunt with two fingers. My shaved pussy was so fucking wet, dripping liquids down my small soft asscheeks and pooling on my seat under my little butt. My eyes were glued to the pictures of 25 year old daughter having incredible, forbidden sex with her handsome daddy. The father was holding the camera in most of the pictures, pointed at his dick fucking his daughter's cock, mouth or ass; but in some pictures, the girl took the photo of her sexy naked father looming above her slender body, stuffing his oversized penis into her cunt.

I was nearing another orgasm, watching the girl and daddy fucking each other. It was like I had been let into a new secret universe, where a girl could let her deepest, most powerful emotions loose and allow her own father to give her the ultimate pleasure. It was taboo and improper and immoral, and all that; but that slender brunette with the perky little breasts and long thin legs was obviously loving the sex with her daddy, screwing him so hard. The pictures were not all taken at the same time, because some were in different rooms, and the girl's black hair was long and flowing in some of them, and in a short bob in others. Then I noticed she even had a wedding ring on her finger, in some of the pictures with her hair short!

Soon I was having my cum from my fingers, as my eyes gazed at the sight of the girl on her fours, bent over, her daddy sticking his dick into her pussy from behind. Her hand was on the pillow near her face; I could see her clenching her eyes, while her big diamond wedding ring sparkled in the light.

Gasping for air, sweating in my tight haltertop, my mouth dry from breathing through it, I let my cum subside for a few seconds. I clicked to more pictures, stopping at a photo of the daddy's huge, swollen dick squirting sperm on the pretty daughter's face. Her hauntingly beautiful big blue eyes were staring up at her daddy and the camera, not looking shy, but lustful, wanting it. Streaks of the white cum were already splattered on her forehead and cheek, more pouring out of the dick at the moment the camera clicked the photo.

My eyes wandered to my cellphone on the desk near me, right where I left it a few minutes earlier. I knew I had a standing invitation to call the daddy back, and I couldn't resist the urge. Sitting back on my computer chair with me knees spread open, my white booty shorts down around my ankles and my wet pussy aching for more attention, I grabbed the cell and dialed the man's number.

He must have been expecting my call, he purred the moment he answered. "Mmm, Kristen, did you see my pictures?"

"Oh yeah," I moaned, my finger returning to my throbbing wet clitoris and soothing it with a soft, gentle caress. "I love them, she's so pretty, so sexy -- and you're so hot too."

"Mmm!" I heard some ruffling on his end of the phone, as the adult male was moving around. "Girls always say they like my cock, do you like my dick, Kristen?"

I didn't have to lie. "Fuck yes, so much, sooooo much, it's so big and sexy, I can see why she loves it, I'd love it too."

He chuckled. "I guess that's one of the reasons Dani likes fucking me. Among others."

So many questions were in my head. The guy was like a resource book for me, a tutor in a way, able to help me answer or confirm all of the emotions that had been filling my head for three weeks. I knew my own father liked to fuck girls my age -- I saw the pictures of him fucking one of my best friends, my blonde friend Melanie. Woman always fawned over my Daddy, he's tall, fit, sexy, handsome. He treats me like a princess, and he deserves the best. Not my bitchy Mom, who was all wrapped up in her lingerie store business and who was fucking her fat, ugly business partner. No, Daddy deserved a princess to fuck him, and I knew I was that princess.

"So you still do it, I mean, are you and her still--" I couldn't really bring myself to say it, although the pictures on my computer screen didn't lie. Then, I found that saying something nasty was kind of sexy. "You and Dani still fuck?"

The horny pervert on the phone sighed in delight. "Yes, seven years and still going strong. I fucked her when she was 18, and we used to do it almost every day. Now she's married and living in New York, but I see her about ten times a year, maybe more, and pretty much every time we have sex." He paused, and I could hear the passion in his voice. "She's just so sweet and awesome, I love her like I never knew I could love a woman. She's gorgeous and sexy and funny, she looks great in lingerie. And," he giggled playfully, "she can suck a cock like no one can."

My pussy was getting more anxious for sex, hearing his sexy voice talk to me. "Wow, so, does her husband know?"

The father's voice dropped. "Oh hell no -- don't go telling him, okay?" We shared a laugh and he explained. "It's just between Dani and me, no one else. She doesn't care if anyone finds out, but, it's not like we go telling people we know."

"But you told me," I said smartly, acting like the know-it-all that a straight-A student might say.

He didn't disagree. "Oh well, I've shown those pictures to a few girls your age, 18 to young 20s. A couple of them liked them so much, I got to go on dates with them. I mean, I'm just a man -- I like attractive, sexy younger women."

Listening to him talk to me about fucking his daughter and, apparently, other girls too, my fingertips found the wet hole to my cunt, and I began to slide my fingers inside, slowly. I really wanted to fuck my Daddy so bad, and it was making it worse knowing Daddy was downstairs in the basement of the house at that very minute, working in his home office, while I was horny up in my second-floor bedroom dreaming of him. If only he knew my thoughts. Mom was at work, as she always was, and would be there until 11 or 11:30 that night I was sure. Like every night. Daddy could just come up, it was not even dinner time yet, we could fuck for hours, have amazing sex, I could make him cum so hard in my petite little body -- I'm only 90 pounds, if that -- and I would tell him how much I love him, as he squirts his seed into my wet teenage cunt.

I shuddered and moaned, feeling my pussy so wet and tight around my fingers, and the father on the phone heard it. "So Kristen," he asked in a sultry, smooth tone, "did you do what we talked about earlier this afternoon, did you dress in something slutty and go see if your father checked you out?"

"Yeah!" I proudly answered, nodding hard even though he couldn't see me. "Yeah, I still have on the halter top and the booty shorts I wore for him, I went down to his office to ask if he wanted something to drink, then I went back down with a sode and some cookies for him."

"Mmm!" The father on the phone knew what I had been wearing; he and I were on the phone about forty five minutes earlier, he helped me select what to wear and he listened to me while I stripped nude and put it on. He was so helpful, trying to soothe my nerves and give me the courage to go through with this. "I'm sure those little shorts looked awesome on your tiny ass -- did your pussylips show in the fabric, honey? Could you see them?"

I thought about the image of myself in my mirror on my closet door, as I stared at myself wearing the shorts. "Yeah, sort of -- they were really tight on my ass, too, I mean, you could really see how little my fanny is, like, the clefts on the sides."

"Oh fuck that's hot," muttered the aroused man, "so hot, I'm stroking my big penis thinking about you showing off your hot ass to your father. And your tits -- did your nipples stick through the halter, like we wanted them too?"

"Oh yeah!" I told him, fingering my pussy faster, picturing him jerking that awesome adult cock, as I stared at a photograph of it in his daughter's mouth. "They're so fucking hard, they make these big bumps, my tits are small, but my nipples are so hard."

I heard the guy groan as he jerked his meat talking to me. Our friendship was barely two hours old, or even less than that probably. It was Monday, I'd just gotten home from school so fucking horny. Ever since I spied on my Mom fucking her business partner down in our basement about a week earlier, I had been ravenously horny nonstop every day. It made me really hate my Mom, but it made me want to fuck about every hot guy I saw on the street or TV. But I really wanted to fuck Daddy, and I had been masturbating to that fantasy several times a day. Then I discovered this website with lots of stories of daughters and daddies having sex, and there was one story in particular where a daddy described his actual first time with his daughter. I was so hot I emailed "feedback" that said I loved the story, I was 18 and wished my daddy could fuck me like that. Seriously, maybe five minutes later, he emailed me in response and we started to IM. I was so fucking horny, I actually called him on my cellphone, can you believe that. But he's sweet and sexy, and he really wants me to fuck my Daddy too.

He understands, of course. He's been fucking his daughter for seven years. Lucky Dani!

"So tell me, honey," asked the horny man nicely over the phone, "did your father check you out, did you see him staring at your ass and tits?"

Now my pussy creamed around my fingers, I grew extremely aroused as I slipped two fingers into my vagina. "Oh fuck!" I wanted to cum so badly, the emotions and memories were so powerful. I couldn't describe my feelings, really. "Yeah, yeah -- I know he was, I was, like, totally showing off, he couldn't keep his eyes off of me, he was like, fucking blushing -- but, he didn't say anything, he, he, he stared at me, he was so quiet -- like, I know, I know he was staring at my tits too, my nipples."

I heard a groan and deeper, long moan on the phone, as the man was visualizing my report. "Awesome, so good, I'm so glad you went down there, didn't I tell you it would be okay? I think I know what your father is thinking . . . he loves you, you're so precious and beautiful, but you're a woman now, you're 18 and he's looking at you now like a woman, like a gorgeous, sexy creature that can give him the best sex ever."

A cum about burst as I heard that, I wanted it to be so true. But how would I know for sure, without risking losing everything? "I don't know," I cried, feeling a tear down my high cheek, "I don't know, I don't know. How do I know? He might . . . I don't want him to hate me, he could get mad . . . ."

The overly-aroused male, busy stroking himself, actually cared about me. He stopped beating his cock, and he talked to me more directly, like a friend, a smart experienced one. "He loves you, there's nothing you can do that will change that. You see the news, when someone is, like, does something horribly bad, so wrong? Who always loves them? Their mom or dad, and, a dad will never, ever hate his daughter. You literally can blow up a school, and he'll still love you. So no way he'll be mad. Maybe, who knows, he might feel guilty or ashamed, but . . . but he won't hate you, you're only 18, he will always love you, he'll understand."

All of it seemed so right to me, his words. I agreed with all of them, and in my supremely excited state with my fingers in my pussy, I could only think that someday Daddy would fuck me.

"Do it," moaned the man over the phone, "go on, he wants you . . . you know it . . . go down and seduce him, Kristen, go down and show your Daddy you want him to fuck you . . . you know you want it."

I knew I did. I really, really did. I just needed to be pushed into action.

"Here," he said to me with a commanding tone, "put on something else -- do you ever wear a robe or a towel, like to take a shower? Go down and tell him you're going to shower, wearing something that almost makes you naked. Or," he thought on the fly, "some lingerie, do you have anything really fucking sexy? Not just the booty shorts, but something that says, cumfuckme sexy?"

I started picturing how that would happen. I had some lingerie from Mom's store, like a white lacy set of bra and thong. I could put that on, it was really hot on me, I wore it once for my teenage boyfriend -- he was so undeserving, the dweeb with the small cock -- and the first look of him at me in it told me, I looked hot. My own eyes knew that much, it just seemed better that a male had that reaction. Now, I wouldn't normally wear that around the house; okay, I never have. But I have a pink, terry-cloth robe that I usually wear late at night, after I shower, or in the morning sometimes before school.

After telling the male on the phone what I pictured wearing, he ran with the idea. "That's it, Kristen -- go on, put them on now, let me hear you -- do it, baby, you know you want it."

Yes, I wanted it. I stood up, weak-kneed, and strolled to my dresser. I found the lingerie set, tossing it onto my bed. The guy on the phone wanted to hear everything, so I told him. "Okay, well . . . I'm pulling my shorts off, fuck, they're wet . . . okay, now I'm untying my haltertop behind me, there, it's off, I'm naked . . . and now I'm sliding the white thong up my legs, okay, there . . . and, wait, I have to put the phone down to put the bra on." I placed the phone on my bed, quickly wrapped the little bra around me, and picked up the phone again. "There."

Standing in front of my closet mirror, I knew I looked hot. The thong dug into my asscrack; my small light-golden skin on my tight ass was almost completely exposed. Through the white lacy fabric of the thong, you could kind of see my shaved pussy inside. Above it, my brown nipples showed through the lacy fabric of the 30A bra, the smallest they had. I have such a small frame and not exactly large tits, but I'm always told a petite Asian (or half-Thai, in my case) is really hot to a lot of white and black guys. The guy on the phone wanted me to describe it to him, so I did. "Mmm, well, you can see my ass, mostly -- it's small, tight, I know guys like it. I have slim legs, really soft thighs, I'm short but they look long because I'm so thin in the hips. My tits aren't big, like, 30-A, but, you can see the nipples through the lace, it looks sexy."

The father on the phone took me to the next level. He had me brush out my long, jet-black hair, then he had me apply some bright red lipstick to my thin lips, plus eyeliner, blush, and a pink bow on a barrett on top of my head to top off the package.

Wrapping myself in my pink robe, I looked like I was getting ready for a hot fuck date. I loved how I looked; and I hoped my Daddy would appreciate it too.

The husky male voice on the phone didn't wait. "You ready to go down and fuck your Daddy, sweetie?"

I knew what I wanted; I'd been dreaming about it for a month, relentlessly, ever since I saw the pictures of Daddy fucking Melanie. "Yes," said, without emotion.

"Good." He gave me my final instructions. "Go down, play coy with him, get him to look at you -- tell him you were going to take a shower, but, you're feeling, I don't know -- say, you're feeling frisky, and you wanted some attention -- then, take off the robe, sit on his lap -- and tell him you love him."

Fuck! That sounded so hot.

I didn't know if I could do it, but . . . I wanted it so badly. I needed it to happen.

"And email me back or call me later, whatever happens," he moaned, hanging up on me.

I stood there, horny and anxious, nervous, but determined.

Time to go fuck my Daddy.

* * * *

My knees were wobbly with nerves, as I went down to the basement. There was my hot Daddy, sitting at his computer with the oversized monitor in his home office, back to the doorway. I gathered a breath, and went in.

He was surprised to see me so early, and wearing my robe. I was really nervous, but I was so horny -- my sizzling clitoris and painfully empty vagina pushed me forward. "Daddy, I was going to take a shower, but--" I forced myself to stay on script, although I noticeably paused as I walked up to his desk. "I don't really want a shower, I just . . . I think I just want, you know, some of your attention."

Wow, I was nervous saying it, but I was determined to get what I wanted, and what he needed.

My handsome father pushed back from his desk. He is over six foot, with a square jaw, short-cropped dark hair graying on the temples, and deepset steely gray eyes. His chest is broad but fit, he works out constantly, he's not muscular but there isn't any real fat or flab on him. In his dress shirt and slacks, he looked dreamy, so sexy and wonderful. He's an angel, he treats me perfectly and makes sure I'm so happy, and he's a great, fun guy to be with. I wouldn't change a thing about him.

Plus, you know, he had a big cock -- I saw the pictures of it. It's awesome. Way, way bigger and fatter than the fat fuck who screwed my cheating Mom.

"Attention, sweetie?" He gave me a cocked head, but not really doubting what I said. "You have a bad day, or something, at school? Something with your boyfriend?"

"No, none of that, Daddy," I answered, moving right to his lap, spreading my slim legs and squatting on his lap. I remained near his knees, not getting close to him, but my chest and face were right in front of him. His chest looked so awesome in his shirt; his strong upper body made manly bulges in the fabric, I just wanted to rip it off and lick his body. "Can't a girl just tell her Daddy that she loves him so, so, so much?"

I think, Daddy didn't know what to do with his hands. For a second they waivered, not wanting to touch my thighs, but not really having anywhere else to go to rest. They hovered in mid-air, then a moment later, he let them rest on my hips, holding me through my thick robe.

He gave me a warm, loving smile. "Oh, you can get that kind of attention anytime you want, baby," he purred happily, staring right into my eyes.

It was the moment, and I knew what I had to do, but I froze up, my nerves and fears gripping me for a second. What would happen? Was this really a horrible thing to do?

"No, Daddy," I said quietly, in a hush but with conviction, "I really want to show you I love you -- really really love you."

And I loosened my robe, and let it fall off my shoulders, explosing my slender body in my see-through bra to my father. Gravity took over, pulling the robe to the floor, leaving me in the thong and bra in front of him, my soft teenage skin on display for him.

His eyes locked onto my chest, riveted at the sight of my painfully hard nipples sticking out of my see-through white bra. He was gazing at the brown circles of my areolae inside, I knew it. His eyes flickered down to my flat tummy, and the crotch of my tight thong. It was damp; my wet pussy had already soiled it with my juices. Then his eyes came up again, past my titties, to my small face, where my brown eyes met his and we stared at each other.

The thing his eyes told me was, his brain was furiously processing this new development. I saw him thinking, hard, quickly. He was sorting though sudden emotions. Then, he slowly responded in a low, equivocating tone, "Here, honey let's not have you sit on me," and he softly, somewhat hesitantly, started to push me off of his lap.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 03



If this was his way of rejecting me, I was too horny to stop. "Okay," I mused playfully, out of control.

I leaned backwards and stood up from his lap, and just took two steps backwards to the front edge of his desk. With a little jump I lifted my ass up onto it, and I leaned back one hand behind me arching my small frame to push my little breasts forward. Then lifting both feet, I placed my heels against the handles of drawers on either side of the desk, spreading my slender soft-gold thighs open. The white lacy thong clung to my wet pussy, probably showing the shape of my cuntlips. Daddy was staring at my crotch, his eyes focused like laser beams on the sight of my cunny in my see-through white lacy thong. A sudden chill ran up my spine.

Flirtatiously I moaned like the girl in heat that I was. "Daddy . . . I love you . . . don't you love me too?"

My handsome father sat on the edge of his big chair, nervously it seemed, looking at my crotch for a moment, spread open right in front of him on his desk. Then he kind of eyed my slender thin legs, and my flat tummy, then he looked into my eyes. And in words I'll never remember, he moaned, "Sweetie, you trying to do something to me?"

Trying to do something to you, I thought to myself. Hopefully, I wasn't just trying -- hopefully, I was in fact doing something to you.

"What, me?" I played, giggling, acting all innocent like I had no idea. I put my other hand behind me too, so I was really leaning back a bit. I watched his eyes gaze at my breasts and crotch. "I wouldn't do anything to you, Daddy -- unless, that is, you wanted me to."

He's a smart man, he's an accomplished architect. Women flirt with him all the time. There wasn't much ambiguity about my words. He was definitely attracted, staring at his daughter almost naked in front of him, plainly offering myself to him. He was stalling because he was so torn. "So what's gotten into you?" he asked, almost begging me to make his decision for him.

"Into me?" Hmm, funny choice of words, huh? I laughed, my long black hair falling off my shoulders as my head shook a bit. "Why, who said anything's gotten into me -- yet?"

He stared into my eyes, searching for an explanation. "You can't be serious," he deadpanned, stone-cold.

I was smiling and in a very energized, desperate mood; I wasn't acting very serious, just horny. "Oh I'm serious, Daddy," I muttered softly, "you have gone too long at home with Mom not treating you right -- I think maybe it's time you get what you deserve."

Then, suddenly thinking like a horny slut, I jumped off the desk and dropped to my knees on the floor, right in front of him. I reached to his crotch and started to grab for his belt buckle, while my eyes gazed at the very large bulge in his slacks. The man was hard as a rock, I could see it, I think I could smell it and I definitely knew it. I giggled at his face when I realized he wasn't moving away; I was, indeed, making the move. "Don't you think you deserve this?" I said, lovingly, softly, "tell me it's not what you want?"

"I . . . I . . . ." He stammered for the words, watching me unfasten his belt, then start to unzip his pants. He was leaning back, allowing me to do it. "Kristen, you're so wonderful -- but -- what makes you think -- are you really sure -- I mean, do you really -- you know --" He couldn't finish his sentence.

I had his slacks opened, to see his white underwear stretching precariously around that enormous throbbing bone in his pants. My Daddy really wanted to fuck me, didn't he? "I've wanted this a long time, Daddy," I moaned, now totally serious, so close to what I came for.

I was looking up at his handsome face as I stood on my knees on the floor; he was towering over me, looking into my eyes, seeing a completely different daughter than he'd ever known. You know, two people like that, it's just magic. I can't explain. It just happens; it's like animal instinct. Probably programming we all have from millions of years ago. Our faces were a couple feet apart, then in a flash, they were together. Poof, presty. We kissed, suddenly. It was hard and passionate; my Daddy's mouth mashed into mine, his strong hands grabbed my thin shoulders and held me steady while my father shoved his tongue into my mouth. I opened my jaw and whimpered, allowing him to take me, sucking his warm long manly tongue, gasping air into his sexy breaths. My father sucked the wind from my lungs and shoved his lips so hard against mine that our teeth clashed together. We'd never kissed like that before; fuck, no one had kissed me like that before.

A moan escaped my body, fluttering through our sealed mouths into him; and my Daddy reciprocated, moaning too in our kiss, telling me he loved it. I felt his hands on my soft thin shoulders, then sliding down my velvety-smooth 18 year old skin, down my back, past my bra. I reached my hand forward into his crotch as we made out, and my hand found his massive erection in his underwear. Fuck, it was huge and big. So fucking big. My little half-Asian hand grabbed his shaft through the tight fabric of his underwear, holding it, letting him know I wanted it. I felt my Daddy's hands sliding down my slender back, lower still, down the curves of the small of my back, towards my thong. I moaned louder, encouraging him, and then, wonderfully, my father's big strong paws were over my little asscheeks, groping them, squeezing them as I leaned up to suck his tongue and make love to his mouth with mine.

I fondled his penis through his underwear, and he groped his daughter's teenage buttocks, and we made out like new lovers, tongues swirling together, sliding over each other, back and forth.

Heaven!

And now the man in my father took over. Without a warning, suddenly and desperately, his strong arms lifted me to my feet, spun me around, and in a split second I was bent over his desk, ass at him. It was so quick I yelped, but I loved it. I felt so small and frail with him; naked, exposed, I felt comforted by his manly presence. As soon as he had me bent over his desk, my Daddy took one awesomely powerful hand and gripped my thong right above my ass. My father yanked the skimpy thong straight off of my body, stretching it past its limit in a flash, and with a popping noise the thong's straps around my hips snapped apart. He literally was ripping my thong off of me. It hurt for the most brief of moments, kind of digging into my pussy, but I was totally thrilled he was making me nude. I looked back over my small shoulder, my long black hair down my little back, and I found my father staring at my naked ass. Then he lifted one of my knees to his desk, so I was split open and now showing him my gaping wet teen pussy, pointed at him.

My father stood up, pushing his pants down. I looked back at him and cried from my soul.

"Fuck me Daddy!" I roared, demanding what I really wanted.

His penis came out; it was the most wondrous thing I'd ever seen. All over-eight inches of it throbbed in mid-air, pointing at my ass, already leaking precum, so thick and hard it looked like I'd be in pain fucking it. I didn't care; I needed him to shove that big dick into me.

He's almost sixteen inches taller than me, and way more than twice my weight, so with me bent over, I must have looked like a rag doll in front of him. And his cock was probably as big as I was, alone. I couldn't wait to be taken by this fucking awesome beast.

I shuddered, feeling Daddy press his engorged penis against my asscrack -- laying it in there, the fat and hot stiffness of the shaft prying my asscheeks apart, his cockhead jutting into the air above my small back. "Ooh fuck, baby," Daddy purred, gazing down at my butt against his erection, "you're so fucking hot, you have no idea how I adore your little hot body, how badly I want to fuck you."

"Mmm yeah?" I loved hearing it, and I wasn't really surprised. I knew. "Fuck my little hot body, Daddy -- I have a hot little teen pussy that wants your big cock so good!"

He stared down at me, holding my hips, gazing at my ass. He stared more. And more. And didn't move.

"Daddy?" I, too, was having the same feelings.

With his erection still grinding into my small asscrack, he whispered coarsely, "Honey, you know -- you know we can't do this, right?"

He pulled away from me. I couldn't believe it. I turned, sitting on his desk, my legs wide open now, offering my naked cunt to my father's big dick. "Daddy?" I moaned, anxiously, in the tone a woman says to a man that she needs to be fucked like a whore.

Daddy stared at what I was offering, taking a long gaze at my wet cunt with teenage hair mussed around it, but he was a better man than I was a daughter. "Baby," he coughed, "you need to get dressed -- we can't -- I love you so much, we can't."

I put my knees together, awkwardly. "I know," answered his depressed daughter sheepishly, starting to ball like a baby, "I know."

* * * *

Hours later, past midnight, I could only muster an email to the father I met online that afternoon:

"Dear well I don't remember your name. So I have bad news to report. He didn't want to do it. We almost did. He got me naked and his beautiful perfect cock was out about to stick into me then he said 'you know we can't do this' and he left the room like running out. I've been up here in my bedroom fucking crying all night. He came by to bring me dinner and we talked and I guess he's saying I'm just 18 and horny with all these new feelings but we are daddy and daughter and can't be doing that. So that's that. I'm fucking crushed what do I do now huh Mr. knowitall???"

I shouldn't have been so mean to the man; it was, after all, ultimately my decision. But it was easier to blame him than myself.

I still wanted to fuck my Daddy very, very badly. And he wants to fuck me, he told me! Only thing is, we can't, he won't.

Sucks. 



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 04



I do really stupid, stupid things when I'm fucking horny. I've learned that about myself. It's just the way I am.

This might be -- no, definitely is -- the single stupidest thing I did just because my 18 year old pussy wanted to get fucked by an adult cock.

I guess I'm not ashamed I did it, because, well, sometimes you just have to get laid, right? Doesn't matter who, or even how good it is; you just need a cock.

* * * *

About 24 four hours after begging for sex from the man of my dreams and being told "No," I was a fucked up mess. He wanted me, he told me he did; his huge erection was throbbingly hard, he pressed it against my naked ass, he was about to jam it up my sopping wet, tight half-Asian pussy. But, he didn't. He said "we can't." He ran out of the room. We came that close to fucking, to having my fantasies fulfilled, but it didn't happen. Nope. Not gonna, he said.

That, you know, really fucks with a horny, naive 18 year old.

I'm a great student, I am in the Science and the Math clubs, and the Chess club, I'm one of those prissy petite Asian girls around school that nobody really notices except the smart kids, who are my friends. I don't get tons of male attention; I date a teen boy with acne all down his back, and a small dick that doesn't last long in bed. So when I need my lust for big cock satisfied, but it isn't, it's rejected, I can't help but doubt my self-worth. I began to question everything immediately. Maybe I was a lousy human being; maybe the world would be better off without me?

The next morning at school, I fucked up a Spanish test. I forgot my class schedule about ten times (basically, before every class). I pissed off my boyfriend, and I didn't care, I more or less told him if I never saw him again, I'd be happier for it. I might have meant it, I'm not sure. I wasn't myself. I had this pain in my stomach that I couldn't get rid of, I just wanted to crawl under a rock and no one to bother me.

I blew off Science club for the second week in a row, leaving immediately after classes ended, walking home in a desponent downpour. The fact it was drizzling on a gray day only made me think Mother Nature shared my gloomy feelings. I didn't really want to go home, because I'd be stuck in the house with my Daddy in the basement, and I just couldn't face him today. I didn't know exactly what I wanted to do, but I didn't want to be home. As soon as I walked into the kitchen, I grabbed the car keys, yelled down to his home office in the basement that I was driving somewhere, and I just left. Just drove off, not sure where to go.

As the car splashed through puddles of dirty water, only one thought was on my mind.

I wanted to get fucked so badly, I felt that big hard cock against my small naked ass the day before and I just had to have something like that fuck my pussy. I turned 18 a month ago, I was ready for it. Teenage dicks weren't interesting to me anymore.

The slut in me was coming out, and the slut wanted a MAN.

Lots of people have told me, don't do stupid things when you're horny. I never really thought, with my grades, I'd be susceptible to that problem. Well, so much for that. Driving around, my pussy wanting cock, my emotions all in a rage, I found myself wondering who would give me what I needed.

Stunningly, only one thing came to mind. One person. I about threw up as I first thought about it, but, it made so much sense. And I knew I could do it.

Guaranteed fuck from an adult male, that's what I wanted, and I went for it. Stupid me.

I drove right to the Dalebrook Shopping Mall -- that's where my Mom's lingerie shop is located. She fucking lived at that store, using her business as the excuse to avoid Daddy and me, we never saw her until late at night, usually around midnight. That's the store I had in mind. The mall had empty parking spots near the entrance closest to my Mom's shop. I knew my Mom's schedule pretty well. It was Tuesday, she would be downtown that afternoon at the corporate headquarters, going over financial shit and stuff, she did it every other Tuesday. The point is, she wouldn't be at her store that afternoon, I didn't think.

Mom wouldn't be at the store, but her business partner -- and her boyfriend slash lover, David -- would be there. Oh yes, if Mom wasn't watching the store, he probably would be. He's a pervert, he liked to hang out with the younger female sales associates.

David's adult blue eyes were riveted directly in the direction of my skimpy bikini top, making me feel almost naked and embarrassed. It was this past summer at a pool party at David's big mansion, across town. He was having a summer party for a lot of his business colleagues and clients and shit, so Mom dragged Daddy and me to it. I was in a pretty but not slutty bikini, which had triangular patches covering my two smallish tits, and a bikini bottom that snugly fit against my small ass. David, holding a drink, had his fleshy belly pouring out of his shorts. He wasn't like sicko-fat, but he needed to lose 40 or so pounds to even look fit, and if he lost 50 or 60, it wouldn't kill him. Maybe to some girls that is sicko-fat, I don't know. He had a secure, confident air about himself, talking smoothly and quietly, he was no loud-mouth and he wasn't lecherous or perverted. He was just an older guy to me, that's all. So standing in the hot sun in front of him, while he was talking to me but staring at my tits, was a unique feeling. It was not a turn-on, but, it made me feel older, more mature. I definitely was flirting with him, to be nice, and enjoying his attention. But the flirting might have gone a little too far, because we started talking about me modeling swimsuits or "other stuff" (remember, David and Mom sell lingerie; slutty lingerie, at that). He said I could come to his house and try things on, and do some practice modeling, if I wanted. When the conversation got to that point, I freaked and balked, I wasn't going to do that with him.

Yeah, David basically wanted me to come back to his house and wear lingerie in front of him. That kinda meant to me, he wanted to fuck me.

So I was remembering that. But . . . here is the memory I really was thinking about.

Last week, to the day. I came home early. Daddy wasn't home, I thought I was alone. No, I wasn't, I heard voices downstairs. I took a look. My Mom was on the sofa, making out with David. My fucking slutty mother, cheating on my wonderful, sexy Daddy! I couldn't stop watching. My Mom took out her big fake D-cup tits, stripped naked and climbed her petite Thai body onto David, and rode the guy's hard adult prick. He wasn't nearly as big as Daddy, he was barely longer than my boyfriend -- but, well, he had a thick cock. Definitely a fat one. And although he was fat with a big belly and pale white ass, he fucked the shit out of my Mom. Made her cum a ton of times, she was crying and screaming for it, she loved fucking him. I stared at it, not able to pull away, horny as shit, then I masturbated later having seen what a hard fuck David gave my Mom.

In the midst of that adulterous sex in our family basement, David admitted to my Mom that he wanted to fuck me. Me! My Mom thought it was cute, or something, I don't know. She didn't set me up for a date with him. But she didn't yell at him either; she just kept fucking him.

David would fuck me, I was sure of it. I didn't find him attractive at all . . . but, boy, Mom sure had a good fuck with him. Wow.

That was why I came there, walking past the store. Only I was lying to myself, telling myself no, I really wasn't there to fuck him, I had another reason to be there. Here's what I told myself: Wouldn't a strawberry-kiwi smoothie do the trick, make me feel better?

See, there's a smoothie shop about two doors down from Mom's lingerie shop. I was hungry, I like smoothies . . . Mom wasn't there today . . . sure, Kristen, go get a smoothie, that's all you're doing. No big deal.

A few minutes later, as I took the first few sips of the smoothie stepping away from the counter and about to walk past my Mom's lingerie shop back to my car, I had those fantasies again. My little lie to myself that I wanted a smoothie had now placed me right in front of the lingerie store . . . where my Mom was not working today . . . but, I guessed, David was probably in the store right now, wasn't he.

"Oh, nothin', really," I sighed to David, as I sipped the straw of my smoothie, leaning casually against the door frame of the office in the back of the store facing him behind the desk, answering his friendly inquiry. I tried to look calm and not the bundle of raging teenage hormones that I was. David looked like he always did; he still needed to lose that baggage around his waist and hips, his receding hairline and graying temples were crap compared to my Daddy's thick, dark brown hair; and he slumped back in his chair giving this impression that, well, he wasn't a very impressive.

I gave David a cute smile, looking over my shoulder to make sure the couple of sales girls were not nearby. I was relieved to find that I was right, and that my Mom was not there; if she had been in the office, I had no excuse for coming to see her.

The forty-something male looked me over, automatically checking out my petite body and slender legs in my tight jeans and blouse. He then grinned appreciatively at my face. "Your mom's not here," he informed me of something I already figured out, "she'll be back, I don't know, in a couple of hours -- she's at the franchisor's office downtown."

"Oh." I took another sip of the smoothie, pretending to care, but I was really thinking to myself that the smoothie was not helping my stomach whatsoever. So I put the cup down and looked around again, and lowered my voice to a hush. I blinked at his eyes to make sure I had all of his attention, which gave me encouragement to continue. "Are you busy, like, real busy?"

When a pretty high school senior -- even a petite, half-Asian one -- asks an adult man if he's busy, the answer will always be "No." Every time. "No," he said, and whether he was being honest or not I'll never find out. "Here, sit, come in . . . so nice to see you, your mother always says such nice things about you. And," he added smugly, giving me a wink, "you're even more pretty than your mom, aren't you?"

I shrugged, never knowing how much of that was bullshit, but thanked him anyway. Nerves were taking me over, making me think I needed to leave. I mean, part of me hated this disgusting creep for fucking my Mom in OUR family basement, helping her cheat on my wonderful Daddy. But another part of me -- the horny slut in me -- had the remote. Leaning against his doorway, not sure how to being, I asked him what he was working on, but I didn't really hear his answer. He asked why I dropped by, and I said -- somewhat honestly -- I was bored, and hadn't been to the store in ages, and I just wanted the smoothie anyway . . . "and one thing led to another and here I am." I blushed, smiling pathetically, and he bought it completely, thanking out loud his luck for bringing me to him that day.

We bantered, and as I should have expected, it turned out David started hitting on me -- not the other way around. In a way, that made things easier on me. He asked me about my senior year at the high school, and if I had a boyfriend, and if I was hungry and wanted to grab dinner. He asked in a very friendly, detached way, as if he'd be doing me a favor. But he wasn't the first male to ever ask me to dinner, so I knew he was asking for a date. Maybe I should have been really angry at him, because he was trying to fuck me when he was already fucking my Mom. What kind of guy does that?

A guy who can fuck good, I told myself. That's what I wanted.

Slipping a bit closer to his desk, I really lowered my voice, knowing this was sort of the moment I had come for, and thus was dreading. "Actually," I moaned softly, "I came to ask you something."

He again pointed at the empty chair in front of his desk, but I still didn't sit in it. Instead, I walked to the side of his desk, only a couple of feet from him, leaning my hip against it and looking down at him -- even though I'm short, he was sitting back on his chair. I took a breath and continued. "So, like . . . remember this summer, at the pool party at your house, you and I were talkign about, like, modeling for the store?"

David nodded, but blankly as if he didn't remember. "Um, sure, yeah?" I think the topic sounded good to him, even if the specifics escaped his memory.

I could sense his momentary confusion, so I asked another question. "Well, like, I was wondering . . . so, where do you get models for the pictures of your stuff here?"

The jerk was about to answer honestly, but he paused, and shrugged. "Oh, all over -- depends on what we're doing. Modeling agencies." He was looking at me pretty intently, studying my face to see what my motivations might be. "But, I guess we're always looking for new girls, pretty girls -- like you -- who might be interested. Is that why you ask?" With his voice rising and a little anxious, I could tell his question was wishful thinking. He added to his pitch, "I've always told your mom, you know, Kristen's really pretty, would look -- you know -- would make our stuff look really pretty, she should let you try some modeling."

He wished that would come true, didn't he? I suppose I was there to grant his wish. "Well, you asked me that at the pool . . . and, honestly, I still think about it, but, I don't know if I'd be pretty enough. Or," I added with a sly grin, "if I'd look good enough in, you know, in some of this stuff." Again, the euphemism of the word "stuff"; I meant, really, the slutty lingerie that shows a girl's tits and cunt.

The horny adult male immediately assured me with an adoring smile and a wave of his hand towards my petite frame. "Oh, Kristen, there's no question, I mean, you're beautiful, you're really -- I mean, I hope you don't mind me saying, I'm a friend of your mother's and all, but just as a businessman, I mean, looking for models -- you're really sexy, I bet you'd look great in something we have." Then, after a pause, he added what he was really thinking. "Of course, you know, we'd probably want to -- I mean, just as someone who'd decide who to hire for the pictures, I suppose, we'd probably want to see what you look like, you know, in something."

"Mmm, yeah?" I giggled really nervously, blushing, although I was assuming he'd ask me. Still, as the moment came, I was doubly nervous. "I mean, you don't think it would be weird? I just -- I'd just really like to -- you know, find out, if I could do it." I was facing him now, my hip still against the side of his desk, my hard nipples making barely-visible bumps through my bra and shirt. I wondered if he could smell how wet I was in my panties.

He nodded as if I was making a good suggestion. "I guess we could schedule something -- I could ask your Mom if you want, or," he offered with a raised eyebrow and extra enthusiasm, "we could just surprise her, if we end up taking pictures -- that might be kind of a nice surprise."

Naturally, I knew he didn't want my Mom to ever find out. I told him, actually behind honest, "Oh, I don't know if she'd want me to do it." He and I shared a knowing smile, because we both knew my Mom. "But, I'm 18 -- I can do what I want." A second went by and I couldn't resist continuing the thought: "Doing anything I want, you know?" I leaned my hand down to his desk, closer to him.

The married jerk was nodding, stunned I was there basically saying I want to wear lingerie in front of him. This was too fucking easy. He looked past me into the store, then played coy and shrugged. "Yes, you're certainly old enough -- you're a beautiful young woman, Kristen, incredibly beautiful. So -- well, do you want to come over to my house sometime, maybe later this week, and we can, um, you know, see what you'd like to wear?"

I bit my lip, I wasn't trying to make plans for later that week. "If you want," I sighed, "but, I'm kind of busy this week -- but if you are too busy, I mean, I understand."

Whatever he was doing when I walked into his office, it was now irrelevant. "No, no, not at all," he coughed, nervously looking into the store again. "If you want -- I mean, I don't want to be pushy, but, if you have some time, sure, but -- I can't leave the store, you know, but um -- but if you have some time now --?" His blue eyes looked at me, hoping I was there to strip for him.

My vagina was in complete control of my thoughts, I was fully aware of my aching hard nipples and drenched pussy and the thought that this man wanted me was the very reason I was standing there. The fact I wasn't into him at all seemed secondary. "Um, yeah," I grinned softly, very nervously, "I don't want to, like, interrupt you or anything, it's not important--"

"No, no!" he protested again, seizing the opportunity. He jumped up, standing about a foot taller than me now, his hand on my small shoulder pushing me aside for a second. "Here, let me just -- let me be back in a second." With that he slipped past me, walking with a purpose into the store, straight to one of the sales girls behind the counter. I saw him talking to her, waiving towards the officce, telling her something. She looked at me in the and giggled, and nodded to him with a playful grin. Suddenly, I wondered what the fuck had he told her.

As he walked back into the office to join me, he reached to shut his door while explaining the rouse. "I told her, you were here to plan your Mom's surprise party," he laughed, locking the door with a click. "I suppose that's what it is, right?"

Okay, I was now in this small, disheveled, paper- and box-filled office with a forty-something married man who was fucking my mom, and I was now really doubting what I was doing there. But, I was horny and, you know, I wasn't going to budge.

David paused, wondering what to do, then standing in front of the door -- as if blocking me from leaving -- he asked almost apologetically, "So, I should get you something to model -- unless you are wearing something now, you want to, I mean, could just wear and pretend to model?"

Fuck, he was asking me to strip and show him my bra and panties. Honestly, I didnt get dressed that morning expecting to seduce an adult man -- I only had a boring white, padded bra and even more boring white cotton panties. I must have blushed, and he saw my reaction. "Well, here --" He looked around the office, stepping into the darkened storage room to the side, and returned a minute later -- a very, very long minute, let me tell you -- with a handful of black, lacy material. "Here." He ripped the tags off the two garments, a black French-cut bikini panty with frilly lace at the edges, and a matching black front-hook bra. "These should fit you -- you're about, what, a 30A?" Well, the man knew his business, I'll give him credit for that.

"Um, yeah." I reached out, trying not to wobble with my nerves, and accepted the garments. The look on my face told him my concern. He waived it off, pointing to the door and suggesting I just go into a fitting room, put it on under my clothing, and come back.

Thirty seconds later, I was entirely naked in the dressing room, about to put on the lingerie, studying my smallish teenage breasts and trimmed wet pussy in the mirror. I wanted cock so bad, but, was this worth it? I loved Daddy; was this how I was really going to fuck my first adult man?

Um -- yes.

I put on the panty, and it was something really of a thong. It covered probably about the top third of my ass; I turned and looked at it in the mirror, and fuck yeah, it looked hot -- small, curvy, tight, soft. Then I wrapped the bra around myself, and my brown nipples were obviously little circles in the black fabric. The bra fit pretty fucking good, I might add.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 04



Quickly I put my jeans and t-shirt and shoes back on, stuffing my white undies and bra and my socks into my pockets. It looked stupid, but, I couldn't think of anything else to do.

Unlocking the fitting room door, I peered out wondering who was staring at me, knowing what I was doing. Only no one was paying attention; the fitting room was empty, the girls on the floor were chatting off in the corner, a couple of adult shoppers weren't paying me any attention. So, the coast was really clear, and my knees grew weak when I realized it. It was time to get it on -- wasn't this what I wanted?

Maybe not, but I wandered back into the office, shutting and locking the door behind me, finding David sitting behind his desk again, chair away from the desk, one leg crossed over his knee. He was doing that, I bet, to hide the bulge in his pants. To put me at ease, and maybe himself, he crossed his arms over his burly chest and shrugged nonchalantly. "I know this seems kind of weird," he charmed me with a soft lie, "but we do this all the time, don't worry, and if you don't want to do it now, I understand."

I had already made the panties soaking wet, and as I approached the fateful moment, I was only more empowered. The lusty gaze in his eyes at my face and body empowered me; I was feeling like I was in control, it was a powerful intoxicant. "Naw, it's good," I moaned -- as I reached to my waist, took two fistfuls of my shirt, and lifted it over my head.

David was staring at my breasts through the black bra, and I proudly arched my back, my nipples getting even harder as the adult man stared at the hard knobs on my small boobs. His lips sparkled with saliva, his big blue eyes soaked up the sight of my 18 year old thin torso and slight shoulders with only the see-through bra covering my two small orbs. I could tell, he loved the sight.

After only a brief pause, I reached to my jeans, looking down to unzip them -- mostly to hide my blushing face -- and then pushed my jeans off, after kicking away my shoes. When I stood up again, I found his eyes locked onto my crotch, tightly covered in the sopping-wet black thong.

I knew what he wanted, I turned around slowly, pushing my little derriere towards him, showing off most of my buttcheeks. My ass is that soft-tanned, half-Asian color, and it's slight and round and when I squeeze my gluteus maximi, I get this dimple-lick clefts in the sides of my cheeks, which I think are so cute. So I did that for him, half-bent over as I pushed my backside in his direction.

The moan from his ample belly was telling. "Mmmm, ohhh wow," the impressed pervert groaned as he absorbed my teenage perfection, "Kristen, wow -- you, you look really good, really really good." He shifted on his seat, moving his foot that was bent over his other knee, probably because his cock got harder in his pants.

"Yeah?" I only sort of believed him, but I figured I was really turning him on, so he was going to say nice things about me. Pretending I was there to model, I turned to face him, hands on my hips, my cunt on fire seeing his eyes looking at my crotch and breasts in the lingerie. "You think I look like a model in this?"

What was he going to say? "Definitely," he muttered, still staring at my body. "You look -- if you'll let me say, I mean, just as the owner of this store -- you look really, really sexy."

"Mmm, good," I panted, now being totally honest, "I feel sexy."

And I did. I turned for him again, standing upright but looking over my shoulder to see his blue eyes riveted at my mostly unclad teenage ass. I smiled, sort of blushing, but sort of teasing him too. Then, pretending to model, I did a strut, sticking one foot out and bending that leg, putting my arms out bent and hands on hips, as if pouting to a camera.

"Yes, yes," moaned the extremely horny married male oogling me. "Kristen, you do look amazing."

I turned again towards him, hands still on hips, face cocked to one side, looking at his smile. Actually, he had a very relaxing, even attractive smile, and his big blue eyes were disarming. He was harmless, and in a way, that was reassuring. "You think I'm pretty, David? I know you think my Mom is -- am I too?"

"Oh, she's a beautiful woman," muttered the male, "but, you know -- you're really exotic, exceptionally pretty, you know that don't you?"

I mustered the best response I could. "Mmm," I purred now really turned on. I stepped towards him, staring at him, and moved right up to his knees. Instinctively his propped-up foot fell to the floor, and as he leaned back, his empty lap appeared. "Am I?" I repeated teasingly, not stopping, spreading my knees and immediately straddling his lap. His chair didn't have armrests, so I could stand on the floor while I spread open, my hands now on his broad shoulders -- which were strong and firm in my small hands -- as I lowered myself down, my crotch now resting on his crotch.

I felt the shaft of his hardened adult penis in his slacks; the feeling of that cock pressing against my wet pussy through our clothing made me moan, and want it.

I took his glasses off, placing them gently on his desk, and then I arched my back and let his uncovered eyes gaze at my breasts in the see-through bra. "I think you're adorable too," I moaned, "I know my Mom does -- so you don't mind if I do, too?"

And you know, the moment I said that, I wasn't lying. David had soft round features, an unkempt but still adult figure, his cologne smelled great and he admired me without being lecherous or threatening. In my state of arousal, my hormones were convincing me he was the man I wanted to fuck.

His head fell back as he felt my crotch massaging his penis through our clothing; my small hips ground slowly on his cock, as his hands slipped down my sides, reached around me, and I felt his palms press into the naked flesh of my asscheeks just above his lap. We both moaned, knowing each other was incredibly horny.

I giggled, wanting to tease him now, feeling in control. "So you won't tell my Mom, right?" I snickered, using very deliberate, long, strong pulses of my hips in girlish circles to rub his hard dick inside his pants. His shaft didn't feel enormous like Daddy's, but it was big and solid, and my cunt wanted it. "This'll be our little secret?"

David lifted his eyes from my tits into my brown eyes, and he nodded with a sneer. "Oh, no chance I tell her," he winked.

"Good," said the horny teenager on his lap anxiously, "so I can do this for you too?"

I reached back, took off my bra, and showed him my naked boobs.

The pervert moaned a sigh of delight, staring at my small teenage breasts. "Oh fuck, Kristen," he drooled, "they're so fucking sexy."

David's hands immediately went to my chest, and I grunted as he liften them both, feeling their small flesh, and his mouth dropped to lick and suck one of my nipples. I was so fucking horny, I wanted to orgasm; having his attention on my boobies gave me a thrill of accomplishment. His wet adult tongue darted around one of my breasts, furiously licking and tasting with far more zest than my teenage boyfriends had ever mustered. With his adult cock pressed in my crotch, I was totally infatuated with his attention.

Having David suckle my breasts was not why I came. I let him enjoy my titties a few moments, then I went for it. I slipped off his lap, fell to my knees on the floor in front of him, and reached for his crotch. Staring into his eyes, I couldn't resist laughing. My emotions were all over the map, but mostly, I just wanted to please him. "Can I suck your cock?" I asked, as I was already opening his pants.

The rotund male couldn't wait. "Oh yeah," he panted, "please, I'd love you to."

We struggled, pulling his pants and underwear off of his ample butt and down his meaty hairy thighs, but I could see why my Mom was probably having an affair with him. He wasn't exactly a stud, not like Daddy, but his cock was an average five and a half inches or so, and it was thick, and as it stuck out of his lap and he spread his big legs open, I was really wet for it. It smelled manly and musky, and it throbbed for me. The head was fucking huge and round, not pointy like Daddy's, and precum was already dripping from the eyehole.

I paused, catching my breath, staring at the adult penis in front of me. It wasn't nearly as sexy as Daddy's, but it was thick and hard, and it really turned me on. It was definitely more sexy than the two teen cocks I'd seen and fucked. He fucked Mom so hard with it, making her cum so much, I knew he could use his big tool to make me feel wonderful. In a right mind I would have killed myself for getting nude with David; but right then, seeing his hard dick wanting to fuck me, and with my pussy demanding it get filled with a male erection, I was incredibly happy to be there.

He scooted his hips forward and let me lean over him, and I grabbed his penis and balls in both hands and shoved my mouth over the fat head. God, his precum tasted disgusting but great; I sucked it down, and began mouthing his cockhead and the top couple of inches of his erection. I pumped slowly, sucking, my cheeks and tongue feeling how fat and stiff his erection was for me. He moaned, his hands brushing my long dark hair away from my face, so he could watch me suck his penis.

I was getting into it, pushing my mouth lower, taking more of his shaft into my mouth, nearing the entrance to my throat. His cock wasn't really that much bigger than my boyfriend's, but it was different -- older, more mature, making me more horny. I don't know how else to put it, it was just different, I wanted it more. So I was moaning greedily, anxiously, shoving my mouth down and feeling that hard cock sliding over the back part of my tongue, going up where I hadn't taken a cock before--

"Here," he moaned, lifting me up under the armpits, ending the blowjob. I didn't stop him; my vagina was aching. He had me stand between his legs, so he could reach out and peel down my panties. I grunted, "Yeah," and watched his eyes as he spied my trimmed pussy for the first time. I stepped out of the useless panties, now nude for him, and waited as he leaned back on his chair.

His hands reached out to pull me on top of him, but I was already crawling there anyway, so wet to fuck him. I didn't have anywhere to stand, really, I was too short to reach the floor and fuck him, so I slipped my feet over his thighs behind me, my legs bent tight with my knees by his hips, and I moved my twat to the shaft I wanted inside it. David's hands gripped my ass, holding me upright, my chest in his face. I allowed his lips to take one of my breasts again, just as his fat round cockhead brushed my vaginal lips.

"Yeah, fuck me," I whined uncontrollably, wanting him so bad.

I sat down, aching for him, feeling him penetrate me. "Yeah!" I grunted again, so happy, eyes closing, feeling that hard adult cock pushing into my twat. I needed it so bad; in only a few bursts of energy, I humped him and had most of his shaft inside my incredibly hungry pussy.

David was licking both of my tits back and forth, making my small soft chest glisten with saliva. His hands continued to grope and fondle my little asscheeks, feeling my hips wildly gyrate and swirl over his cock, sliding my drenched vagina up and down on his penis. I leaned into his mouth, and let his face on my tits, and his hands under my butt, lift me up as I fucked him furiously. My pussy loved the attention, it's what I was wanting so badly.

"Yeah, oh yeah!" I leaned my face down, seeing his adult face and thick lips suckling my tits, and I had this warm rush of lust drench my emotions. I pulled his face back and squarely planted my lips on his, thrusting my tongue in his mouth, now making out with him while he fucked my pussy up and down deeper and faster. Kissing the guy seemed to make the sex more real; I didn't like him much, but I loved that he was kissing me while he was fucking me.

He was basically holding me up, I had no real leverage to use to hump him, and the sex seemed confined. David wanted to drill me deeper, and I wanted it too. He reached both hands behind me and literally brushed away stacks of paper on his desk, then he lifted me up -- his cock falling out for a moment -- and laid my lower back on his desktop, his hands gripping my knees and holding them out, letting my aching legs and knees relax as he did the work spreading me open.

My drenched slit was at the front edge of his desk, and as he stood up, his cock hovered in the air over my pussy, and without any delay the man just shoved his married penis inside my wanting teenage pussy.

"Yesss!" I screamed, feeling his cock now really drive into me farther, pulling my knees back even farther for him to do me, "fuck me, David, fuck me!" I stared at him with insatiable lust.

The large man's massive mass thrust forward, smacking my body hard, making my whole frame shake with the force of each thrust. His cock was big enough to feel like he was deep in me, satisfying me sufficiently, and my back instinctively arched. My nipples were so hard they hurt, I grabbed them and pinched them, my head and shoulders falling back on papers underneath me. I wasn't looking at him, my eyes were mostly closed, my jaw open and I was gasping but trying not to be too loud.

I could hear the squishy noises of his penis fucking my wet cunt; and the sound of blood rushing through my ears drowned out everything else.

The orgasm hit me out of the blue, without warning, I just exploded. "Yessss!" I cried, biting my lip, feeling my vagina contract and spasm around his male pussyfucking shaft. My fingers and thumbs were really squeezing my nipples ultra-hard, almost painfully, but I found it made the orgasm even more powerful.

I'd never cum like that fucking my teenage boyfriends; in fact, they'd never made me cum just from fucking me. This was fucking amazing. I was so glad I decided to let David fuck me.

David put one hand on one of my tits, displacing mine, taking a turn to fondle and pinch my nipples. Now that hurt, I winced, and he lessened the pressure. He kept fucking me through my orgasm, with my cuntjuices now saturating his cock and balls and thighs, even dripping down to his underwear and pants below his knees. His eyes were gazing at my body lustfully and appreciatively, unquestionably he was loving me being there to fuck him.

I couldn't resist. "Oh David," I cried, "am I good, do you like it?"

The fat married male laughed hard, his shirt still covering his round belly shaking from the fucking and laughing. "Goddamn, Kristen, you're incredible and sexy -- you, uh, are 18, right?"

Now that was funny; I snickered, surprised he would bother asking when the line was already crossed. I playfully wanted to joke and tell him I was 16, but, I couldn't do that to a man. "Yup!" I smiled, "so fuck me harder, David!"

But then, it crashed. David started to pant and wince, and his thrusts into my pussy were deeper and slowly, leaving his cock in me longer before pumping, and then he exploded violently. I saw his face tremble and I could feel his body stiffen, and with his cock shoved all the way inside my twat, I knew he was having his orgasm.

Begging for it, I anxiously screamed the only thought in my head. "David, yeah, cum in me, cum hard!"

It didn't seem like a long orgasm, but maybe it was, I was just in lust. But suddenly, he pulled out, exhausted, the sides of his face dripping with perspiration and his dress shirt sporting dark stains under his armpits. His once-solid cock was now half-soft, reddened and straight but not nearly the rod of steel it had been moments earlier.

He looked down at my fucked naked teenage body, wiping his brow, and he chuckled. "Goddamn, Kristen, you are one hot fuck aren't you?"

You know, suddenly I hated being there with him. All I was, huh, was a fuck to him?

What's worse, he wanted to stop. I saw him fuck my Mom for a long time at our house, she had so many cums, and he had two. He fucked her over and over and over. But here, right now, one and done. He blew his load in me, and already he was putting his pants back on.

"You should come by again," he whispered, winking at me, zipping up, "or maybe come to my house, we'll, um, be able to do this a lot more, if you want -- I want, for sure."

"Heh." I could only muster a half-smile, trying to be polite. I felt really fucking stupid -- laying back, spread open, his cum in my wet cunt, and he was done. I mean, really, really stupid.

So, I thought, this is the sort of stupid thing they tell you not to do when you're horny.

* * * *

Late that evening, I was looking at myself in my full-length mirror on the inside of my closet door, which happened to be swung outward at that moment. I was wearing my panties and bra from that day -- the fucker made me give him back the thong and matching bra from the store. It's not like he could resell them; he'd taken the tags off, and the thong was seeped in the scent of my cunt. That only seemed to add insult to injury. But as I spied myself in the mirror wearing my boring white cotton panties and push-up white bra, I half-smiled to myself, knowing my petite, slender frame could attract adult male attention in the way I might want it. I just should hold out for the right man to fuck me, and not let some pig like David have the honors.

You just fucked an adult man for the sport of it, I thought to myself looking at my slanted, rounded eyes in the mirror. What have you become, Kristen -- are you now a slut?

Funny, I smiled. Maybe I am a slut. I kind of liked the feeling.

Now, all I had to do was find a way to seduce the one man I really wanted to fuck!



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 05



"I can pick u up @ 10," the text read on my cellphone, "even if its a schl nite I can get u home @ 12 & thats 2 hrs of hot fuckin."

My pussy leaked, seeing those words. I was so fucking tempted to immediately email back and accept the offer for no-strings-attached sex from a pretty sexy, very experienced grown up man. A petite, horny 18 year old girl like me shouldn't give their cellphone numbers to an adulterous, horny business man on an overnight trip in the girl's home city. I mean, unless you want to end up with the guy burying his married adult cock in the girl's tight young pussy.

Sitting on my bed with my Daddy somewhere in the house, the bedsheets under my naked ass soaking with a pool of my pussyjuices -- resulting from an hour of masturbation -- I held the cellphone in my hand, debating what to do. I knew the smart thing to do; and I knew what my cunt wanted. Two different things.

Cunt won.

"OK!" I typed back, "c u @ 10!"

My half-Asian eyes rolled to my clock besides my bed; it was 9:15. I was gonna be getting fucked by a hot stranger in about an hour.

* * * *

My Daddy, bless his heart, is one fucking awesome man. He loves me, he's treated me like a princess my whole life. Whereas my bitchy Mom doesn't care about us, off running her lingerie store in the mall and fucking around with her fat ugly business partner, Daddy and I have build a home life based on trust and mutual respect. We care for each other. He makes sure I'm happy, and I only want my Daddy to be totally satisfied and having no wants or needs, ever. If it were up to me, my Daddy would be getting his need for pussy on a daily basis, hourly even, with my tight little twat. I've offered it to him, once, three days ago. He wanted it, he told me he did, his huge (and I mean, girls, HUGE) penis was throbbing against my nude ass, ready to fuck me from behind. I wanted it, I begged him to fuck his horny daughter. I love him, he needed me. But Daddy said "we can't," he didn't do it.

As a result of not fucking my Daddy when I tried to come on to him, I'd been horny as shit all week, wanting cock, my pussy was so ready for it. My teen boyfriend and his short-lasting, undersized little prick -- plus the acne on his back and his generally unimpressive demeanor -- just wasn't going to cut it. I wanted adult cock. I got some on Tuesday afternoon, from my Mom's perverted boyfriend, but he didn't last long. It was bad sex. No, I needed a real man to fuck me, and give it to me good. If Daddy wasn't going to, then someone else was.

Now, this is why my Daddy is so awesome. He realized his little princess was now 18 years old -- more like, 18 years and a month -- and she had needs. Womanly needs. I needed cock, big cocks, to fuck me hard. Mom, it turns out, was a fucking tramp, fucking her ugly boyfriend. Daddy is pretty horny too; he fucked one of my best friends (the blonde Melanie) a couple of months ago or so. So I guess it's no surprise that their little Kristen -- all 90 pounds of half-Thai, half-white me -- is just as horny as the both of them. Daily finger-fucking turned into sex with the teen boyfriend, and now this week, I'm hot for grownup cocks. Daddy is fully aware of it.

And Daddy wanted me to be happy. I love him so much for it!

Daddy's love for me came in the form of a strong, sexy male hand on my knee, rubbing my soft teenage skin under the table, the guy's fingers tracing gentle little circles around the skin of my inner leg, just at the bottom of my short dress. Mmmm.

No, it wasn't Daddy's hand. Let me explain.

It was last night -- Wednesday. After I got home from my Math club meeting just in time for dinner, Daddy announced he and I were going out for dinner. Normally, Daddy makes supper; he typically works in his home office in the basement, and supper is ready by the time I get home. But he had a surprise for me, and he had me go upstairs and put on a nice dress and doll up my slender self with a little makeup on my face. As I sat at my vanity applying lipstick to my slender teenage lips, I thought, Daddy is probably trying to re-connect with me, since two days ago we almost fucked. Almost, but didn't.

How surprised was I that we weren't alone for dinner. We got to a fancy restaurant at the swank Ritz hotel, at a top-end shopping mall not all that far away from us, and immediate he greeted a guy waiting at the entrace. Tall, in his late 30s, blondish, short curly hair, solid amicable blue eyes, and one fucking fit body. Probably muscular, but inside his suit jacket and tie, I couldn't tell exactly. He just had that air about him; very, very confident and secure, a strong presence, his slender frame filling out the slacks and shirt with what appeared to be limbs of steel inside. Jack was his name. Jack.

I liked Jack immediately, but not really "that way." I wasn't sure why he was at dinner with us. Daddy introduced him as a buddy from the golf course, who had his own computer business. Jack didn't look like a computer geek, but it turns out, Jack did security systems for the Government. Like, whoa, don't mess with him, right. Jack wasn't married but he had a steady girlfriend, some hot young lawyer woman at a big firm downtown. Over dinner Jack was fucking hilarious, telling all sorts of stories about his time in the Army years ago, his attempts to be a minor league baseball player, the buffoon criminals who try to beat his security systems. I mean, I was giggling the whole time. I almost didn't appreciate how incredibly delicious my dinner was.

See, my loving Daddy had a plan. He excused himself after the meal, before coffee came, to make a couple of calls on his cellphone. That left me alone with Jack, who was so friendly, asking all about me -- my senior year at high school, my boyfriend (ugh!), what I wanted to do after school. His awesome blue eyes just stared into me, and I felt so small -- I'm, like, under half his weight, and he's probably 14 inches taller than me -- but at the same time, I felt completely at ease. He's a big warm teddy bear, a guy full of life and zest, just making me feel good too.

When I felt his hand on my knee under the table, however, I kind of realized -- he's also horny.

So I looked at him entirely differently, and immediately I realized, yeah, I'd love to fuck him.

Wow. Daddy was setting me up! I guess, that was Daddy's way of giving me what my hot teen pussy needed -- a big adult cock -- without having to do the honors himself.

"You're really hot -- you have an incredible ass, like, wow."

No, Jack didn't say that to me. Nor Daddy (come on). I had just gotten out of the girl's room at the restaurant, and I was standing there trying to figure out which direction to go, to get back to the table. This restaurant had, like, these dark-wood walls all over the place, sort of making every table into a booth of its own, but that really confused me because I couldn't see where we had been sitting. I stood there like a dork, right next to the bar, looking around, when I noticed this gentleman at the bar right near me, looking down at me. I mean, I thought something was wrong, I hastily surveyed the ground around me but didn't see anything other than hard black flooring.

He chuckled, putting his drink down. He was in his 40s, like Daddy and Jack, and he had a crisp, pressed white dress shirt and a very shiny, silky red tie. His hair was graying, neatly combed back from a handsome, strong face. Seeing my confusion, he gave me a wink and used his free hand to waive in the air, indicating I shouldn't be worried about anything. "I just couldn't help noticing," he said, pointing at my very slender teen body, "that you're really hot -- you have an incredible ass, like, wow -- but I'm sure you have a hot boyfriend who tells you that all the time."

I blinked. I mean, what do you do when a grown man says that about your 18 year old high school butt? No one had ever told me what to say.

"Um -- thanks," I muttered stupidly, kind of shrugging, and then laughing. He chuckled too, so I nervously kept laughing, because I had no idea what I was supposed to say. Maybe I should have acted offended, but actually, I was pretty horny that night, being with Jack and Daddy, and generally wanting cock all the time now anyway. I found his comment reaffirming. I had always thought guys liked my skinny body, so any favorable confirmation was more than welcome.

The guy sort of nodded in the direction of the tables in the restaurant. "I don't mean to keep you from your date," he explained with a calmness I never hear from teenage boys, "and it wasn't meant as a pick-up line, but you're so gorgeous, you sort of appeared all of a sudden and my eyes couldn't look away, so -- well, there you are." He chuckled at himself, I think, taking a little sip of his clear drink filled with ice cubes and a green olive. "I mean, you're more than welcome to sit here with me, I'm out of town, but, I figure you have a hot date waiting for you, right?"

I realized he was trying to pick me up, which was really strange, since I only just walked past him. I kept smiling at him, and -- well, what else, I didn't know what else to do -- just blinking.

"Yeah, um," stammered the horny but nervous high school senior in front of him, " I, um, sorta am here with -- um, someone." I was about to say "my Daddy," but, that didn't seem right. The guy probably would have freaked; and, I didn't really want him to know anyway. "Sorry."

The guy shrugged. "Think nothing of it, like I said, I wasn't trying to pick you up." Then he hastily added with a big, toothy grin: "Don't get me wrong, I'd love if a girl as pretty as you sat right here and had dinner with me, but, I've been traveling for many years, I do probably twenty or thirty overnight trips a year, and I can't ever think of it happening even once. Don't feel bad, I put you on the spot."

I didn't feel bad, and I felt bad that he thought I felt bad. Something like that. "No, no," I purred, reaching my small teen hand out to his knee right in front of me, touching it for a fleeting second, "it's okay, I mean -- thanks, you seem like a nice guy." He probably wasn't, talking to a teenage girl in a restaurant like that, but he had that air of a highly educated, very professional guy, he wasn't the kind to do something pervy and get himself in trouble.

A pregnant moment of silence left us looking at each other. "You probably should get back to your date," he said slowly, quietly, glancing around to see no one was approaching us, "but, at the risk of you slapping me in the face -- I'm Thom, I'm here a couple of nights, leaving Friday morning -- if you want a nice, pleasant evening with someone who appreciates how beautiful you are, would you want my cellphone number?"

Holy shit, he really was picking me up!

Say no, goddamned it, my brain told my mouth.

But I heard another voice. Mmm, he's handsome and sexy, mmm, maybe he wants to fuck you. He really does, probably. Yes, let's fuck him.

It was my slutty cunt talking, of course.

"Sure," I said, taking out my little pink cellphone, flipping it open, typing in his numbers and his name, "Thom," as he gave it to me. Then I put his profile in a "group" in my contact list; he was the first member of the group I just made on the spot. "Hot men," was the name of the group.

Now, stupid me, doing stupid things when I'm horny, didn't stop at that. "Here," I said, dialing his number so his cellphone rang in front of me, "now you have my number." I smiled sweetly. "I'm Kristen."

"So amazing to meet you, Kristen," the stud said, reaching his hand out to shake mine; then, not letting go, he lifted my hand to his mouth and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. "You really are sweet. What are you, like, 20, 21?"

I threw my long hair back, giggling. Should I say yes? He might not like that I'm only 18. But, a straight A student usually can't lie about her age. "I'm 18, actually."

Actually, he seemed to like hearing that. He smiled to himself, nodding, almost laughing. Then he said, "Well, again, I don't mean to keep you from your date; I've got a big meeting all day tomorrow but will probably be done after -- well, shit, I might have a dinner engagement with some clients, so, if you want to go out late, either tonight after your date ends, or tomorrow? We can, what, go dancing, go for some music at the jazz club? Whatever you'd like."

I had never been on a late date on a school night; Mom would fucking kill me, especially if she knew it was with a handsome stranger who picked me up at the bar at a hotel. Daddy, however, might not mind, maybe.

"Sure," I said, figuring I would figure out later how to get out on a school night for a late date, "call me, or I'll call you?"

The sexy stud grinned a very warm, inviting smile. "It's a date," he promised.

Shit, I just got picked up by a hot stranger!

I walked into the restaurant, wandering around before I found Daddy and Jack, talking softly, both giving me big smiles. I was so fucking horny, I kind of wanted them to both take me right there. Treat me like the horny teen slut I am. I had to settle for coffee and then a walk along the river with the two of them later.

I didn't get laid that evening, but, I sure felt like I was going to be fucked very well in the near future.

* * * *

Thursday evening, after dinner, I was lying on my bed ignoring my multiple homework assignments. I was so fucking horny. I was thinking about Daddy down in the basement, in his home office, with his incredibly sexy penis in his pants. I wanted that big cock so bad. But that's not exactly why my pussy was so wet. I kept looking at the clock, watching it move so fucking slowly. It was 7:15 p.m. I had traded voicemail messages and text mesages with Thom; he did, in fact, have a dinner he had to go to with his clients, so he wouldn't be free until like 10 or 11. He was going to contact me when he knew he could be free.

Shit, Thom wanted to take me to his hotel room and fuck me, and I wanted it so bad. But that was hours from now, and I couldn't be sure it would even happen. I was almost crying, wishing this lust for hot sex would stop being so evil to me.

I needed something to pass the time. Maybe, I thought, I should call Jack, set up a date with him too. I think he wanted to fuck me also, didn't he? That's why Daddy had me meet him for dinner.

Kristen is pretty predictable. When I'm really horny, I do stupid things. I fucked my Mom's fat, ugly boyfriend. I tried to fuck my Daddy. I gave my cellphone number to a total stranger. Now, same thing. Propelled by my lust into something I really shouldn't have done, I wandered down to the basement and found my father reading something on the computer. "Daddy," I said, feeling a little embarrassed, "can, um, I ask you something?"

He raised his deer-like eyes at me, almost this "oh-no" look in his face, but he didn't let it affect his calm tone. "Sure, what's up?"

I paused, not entirely positive if this was appropriate, but I had a strong feeling it was. "Well -- would you be mad, if like, I mean, if I asked for -- if you gave me Jack's phone number?"

I swear, he grinned with the look of a devil. Mister match-maker had just struck gold; his plan to fill my pussy with another man's adult cock was working! Well, at least that's what he thought.

"Sure, um -- he's programmed into my cellphone, go up in the kitchen, I think it's on the counter by the toaster."

"Kay, thanks." I really felt embarrassed asking still, because it was like, I might as well have just said, "Daddy, is it okay if I get naked for Jack and let him stick his cock in my cunt?" But I didn't need to say that, I think, Daddy fully knew that was the purpose of my calling Jack, effectively. So that's why I was embarrassed. However, it only further proved -- as if I needed more evidence -- that my Daddy really, really loved me.

Things changed, as I held my father's cellphone in my hands. I did intend to look for Jack's phone number, only, I stopped myself. I suddenly realized, with the iPhone in my palm, that there might be something else on the phone I wanted to see.

Three weeks earlier, my friend Crystal showed me pictures of my friend Melanie fucking my dad. Two pictures. Actually, they were just pictures of Melanie and my Daddy's huge erection, once in her hand, and the other in her 18 year old pussy. Crystal had told me, Melanie got the pictures of Daddy fucking her when Daddy sent them to Melanie. So that meant -- think about it -- Daddy took the pictures himself. With, undoubtedly, the camera on his iPhone.

Which was, at that moment, now in my hand.

Suddenly, the little black slab of metal and plastic was burning heat on my sweaty palm.

My heart raced at the thought. It was like spying, or, you know, violating his privacy. But I didn't care, it was a chance to see his hard erection again, and I didn't want to miss it. Plus, it would kill time, before I heard from Thom if he would be free that night. So, looking around furtively, I took his cellphone up to my bedroom quickly, not giving him a chance to change his mind and intercept me. Then I locked my bedroom door, knowing I was really crossing a line.

Quickly I opened up his folder of pictures, and it was filled with lots and lots of picture. And, like, I was shocked.

Daddy had taken quite a few pictures of himself fucking Melanie -- and, also, of him fucking other women too. I mean, fuck, Daddy was a stud!

I ripped my jeans and panties off, leaving myself only in a pink blouse and bra. I crawled onto my bed, spreading my knees wide, so anxious to see these pictures closely. My cunt was already dripping wet, begging for my finger. With one hand on my crotch, two fingers stroking my pulsating clitoris, my other hand held the phone up to my chest. Inside my t-shirt, my teen nipples were rock-hard again. It was like, if I couldn't fuck Daddy, at least I could see his big dick in action. It didn't bother me at all he was fucking around -- he deserved it, the way Mom treated him, I loved him and wanted him to be happy.

God, I can't even describe the pictures. I was kind of flipping though them in reverse order, from the most recent to older ones. So I started with about ten pictures of him and Melanie, and actually, most just Melanie. He had photos of her totally nude, showing her tits and cunt, or bent over showing her round ass, and making slutty faces to him in every one. It was weird and surreal looking at pictures of one of my best friends acting like a naked whore, finger-fucking her pink teen pussy and bending her face down to stretch her tongue out and try to lick her big hard nipple. Even though my Daddy's cock was not in most of those pictures, only in the two I'd already seen a couple weeks earlier, I found myself really horny and rubbing myself frenetically staring at my friend's sexy nude body.

Melanie's big awesome tits looked delicious. They were pale and clearly showed her tanlines from her bikini, but her nipples and areolae were big brown circles. I could see why they made Daddy hard; I was fucking sopping wet looking at pictures of them. Now, I'm not a lesbian, I never really sat down and thought about having sex with any of my friends. That's a different thing. Laying back on my bed, gazing at Melanie showing off her cunt and boobs to my Daddy, I imagined licking her twat and it was making me finger-fuck myself faster.

The next few photos were of an adult woman whom I didn't recognize; she looked to be in her early 30s, her body was thin with medium-size breasts, she had long straight dirty-blonde hair and big brown eyes and a wet bald pussy that loved my Daddy's big dick. Daddy had photographs of the two of them fucking; with her on top, and doggy-style, and him on top. There was also a photo of his cum all over her smiling face, her tongue reaching out the side of her mouth to taste some of it. Daddy also had a picture of her naked ass and dripping pussy as she bent over, her skin like her cuntlips glistening wet and dripping sweat and juices and probably his sperm.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 05



My fingers were getting sore already, pushing into my cunt while my eyes examined every detail of my Daddy's bone probing the woman's pussy. He was so fucking hard and long, and his redhot angry shaft pooled with juices around its thick steely ridges. I wasn't jealous of the woman; I was erotically happy, knowing my Daddy was getting from her what my mother decided to give David instead.

This was an amazing journey, I realized, staring at my Dad's cellphone; I was literally taking a trip backwards through some of my father's affairs. It was making me even more insanely lustful for his awesome prick.

So next came two lone pictures of a third woman. The first one I saw was a close-up of a woman's trimmed, naked vagina, with hot cum spewed all over it. Her skin was a light brown, not quite black but not Asian either. The second photo explained who it was -- a Latina woman, in her late 20s, with lots of dark curly hair and a short slender body but really big tits. The photograph was her naked and outdoors in the wintertime, holding open her long white snowcoat to show my Daddy that she was nude inside. She also had big white boots, lined in fur. At first I had no idea who she was, but the picture obviously was taken in her backyard of her house -- there were some snow-covered outdoor chairs, part of a garage, and a highway overpass bordering the backside of her yard.

That's who it was, I guessed. She lived about three blocks behind us, as the back of our subdivision; that's the highway exit we'd take to get home. Now things started to make sense. Daddy sometimes gets these special Cuban cigars from some guy who lives near us, because one of Daddy's business clients asks for them. Daddy had said the Cuban guy near us was "pretty lucky" because he had "the hottest Cuban wife on the East Coast." I guess Daddy was lucky too! And, by the way, it immediately explained why sometimes Daddy would take these long jogs around the neighborhood. So the guy's wife was giving Daddy some cigars, and Daddy was giving the wife something long and round too. "Mmm," I purred to myself, my thumb teasing my clitoris as I flipped back to the picture of the Cuban woman's cunt with my Daddy's babymaking sauce squirted all over it.

My fingers on his cellphone were trembling; I wanted to see more pictures of my Daddy fucking.

"No way!" I had flipped to the next photograph, and the shock stole the wind from my breaths. I was a picture of Melanie's mom, Ms. Orren, sucking my father's huge awesome boner! Now, this I had never guessed; I didn't even know they knew each other. Ms. Orren is really attractive and has this expensive, full body of golden-blonde hair, and a pretty decent shape with curvy chest and butt. In the first photograph I could tell she was naked on on her knees, looking up smiling sucking my father's dick.

And Ms. Orren gave my Daddy more than just blowjobs; Daddy took pictures of her giving him full access to her shaved pussy. If Melanie was once an apple in her mom's eye, that apple didn't fall far from the tree now, did it. Daddy liked photographing Ms. Orren on her knees, bent over with Daddy's cock stuck in her vagina. He also had pictures of her riding him on top, showing off her big round breasts while her face was contorted in pain from having Daddy's monster dick shoved up her vagina. They loved to fuck each other; it was pretty obvious, through the ten or fifteen pictures, that he fucked her on more than one occasion.

The surprises kept rolling. Before his affair with Ms. Orren -- which, given how the pictures were in the middle of this sequence, must have ended some time ago -- Daddy had another lusty affair with someone else I knew. I suppose I wasn't shocked, but my fingers in my cunt drove a little deeper, pushing me closer to orgasm, seeing this secret. Daddy had been screwing my cousin Riley, Daddy's sister's daughter who was about five years older than me. Riley is, like everyone on Daddy's side of the family, pretty tall and thin, and she had long dark hair that she sometimes let fall down to her butt. Riley went to college about thirty minutes away, and sometimes Daddy took his niece to dinner or went to see a basketball game with her.

So, Daddy wasn't just being the nice uncle -- he was being the nice uncle with the big massive hard-on that loved to fuck her.

Daddy had, I don't know, dozens of pictures of Riley. They must have been fucking throughout her four years at State Tech; she graduated a year ago. I mean, he had pictures not only of Riley naked on her bed or fucking and sucking Daddy, but pictures of her with her friends around campus, or at a restaurant with Daddy, or making silly faces in his car -- just about all over. The latter bunch of pictures, taken the earliest, were from when she was a freshman living in the dorm; you could see her small room while she was riding his big penis. Fuck, Daddy's huge wide cock sure looked so big compared to her slender hips, and her cuntlips really stretched open to take his rockhard manhood inside of her.

I had orgasms now, two of them, flipping through all of the pictures of Daddy and Riley. And, in a couple of pictures, of Daddy and Riley and another girl. Yeah, Daddy had a couple of threesomes with Riley and this other girl, who was a pretty redhead and seemed to like licking Riley's vagina as much as she did sucking my Daddy's penis. Daddy didn't take a lot of pictures of those threesomes, but he obviously did it with them both at least twice.

Oh, my Daddy was a stud. I had to put the phone down for a second, letting my sore arm rest, while my other hand was aching with pain from drilling my wet cunt with fingers through all of this. My ass and bedsheets under it were soaking wet with juices. I was picturing Daddy and Riley screwing around, and the images in my head were so intense that the orgasms seemed to be coming from his wonderful penis itself. I whimpered while I jammed my two and then three fingers inside my half-Asian slit, biting my lip to choke back the screams of desire I had for my hot father.

Mixed in with some of the older Riley pictures was another girl I knew -- Candace, who used to housesit for my parents. When I was an early teen, like 13 and 14, my parents went away on a couple of trips and each time they had this 19 year old stay with us. She was kind of shy and quiet, but she had big breasts and was always on the computer and cellphone talking to "friends." At the time I was a little too introverted to realize she was pretty much a slut, fucking men from the Internet, and I guess maybe Daddy was one of them. He took pictures of the pretty girl sucking his cock and riding him, showing off her D-cup breasts while she played with them. She looked a bit older than 19 in the pictures, so I assumed he hooked up with her more recently than four years ago; but I don't know, maybe she'd been lucky and getting him to fuck her even back then too.

I loved my Daddy, and I wanted him even more desperately now, knowing that he was so fucking awesome at sex. All of the women in the pictures looked totally enamored and satisfied from his huge cock -- and how could they think otherwise? He obviously loved sticking it in their mouths and pussies, and he didn't even seem reticent about fucking my cousin (his niece) even when she was my age.

Didn't this mean, you know, my Daddy should be fucking me now too?

My aching teenage cunny exploded with a couple of more orgasms that evening, before I dressed and snuck his camera back down to the kitchen. My brain was filled with zillions of sexy thoughts, a combination of fantasies about my father's sexy firm body and rock-solid cock fucking my petite teen body, and visualizations of my father screwing each of those girls and women. I liked the idea that Daddy would go jogging in mornings over to the Cuban family's house, finding the woman there waiting, alone, taking him inside and sucking his dick then bending over for him to service her needs. I loved the knowledge that Daddy would go to the State Tech campus, where my cousin would take out his needy penis and milk it and satisfy it until Daddy squirted lots and lots of semen inside her twat and mouth. Even the idea that Daddy loved watching two college girls lick each other's pussies, that too made me really horny.

I added one more picture to Daddy's cellphone, something that hadn't been there until a few minutes earlier.

It was a single photograph of a nude 18 year old Amerasian daughter, sitting back on her bed against a pillow, long black hair falling around her slight shoulders, her thighs spread open to show her gushing wet vagina and her sizzling hard dark brown nipples; her other hand reached to the side, holding the cellphone camera so it was pointed at the strategically-placed half-opened closet door with the full-length mirror inside. The girl's other hand was reaching over her crotch, slipping two fingers inside her tender sore cunt, which was bubbly and juicy from multiple orgasms.

It just seemed like the right thing to do.

* * * *

The perverted adult sneered at me, looking down his tall frame and staring at my slender, naked figure kneeling on the floor of his hotel room, his massive, throbbing erection sticking out of his pants and his soft, round cockhead brushing my face gently. "Suck my dick, you hot slut," he panted coarsely, "you know you wanna suck me, don't you?"

My slanted, brown eyes stared up at the handsome, sexy man; my nipples were so hard they hurt, sticking out of my small breasts. I felt my pussy juices dripping down my thighs. I'd been so horny for the last half hour, ever since standing in my driveway waiting for Thom to show up and drive me back to his hotel. It was so fucking slutty of me, agreeing to fuck this almost total stranger for a couple of hours before I had to get back for school -- but something inside of me loved it, I really wanted to be treated like a young whore, used by a horny adult male for hot sex for a little while. The fact that he was flying back to his wifey and family the next day in some distant city actually made this sex even hotter for me. This was just about pure, carnal fucking.

Even more erotic, I had to lie to Daddy to be here. I told him I was going over to Crystal's house for a couple of hours. My grades are great, so, getting home at midnight on a school night just once didn't seem like a crime against humanity. He promised me he's smooth things over with Mom, if she got mad. Mom! She wouldn't get home until almost midnight herself, probably after fucking her business partner David I bet. Hah! I was with the much hotter male -- Thom was a fucking stud. Maybe Daddy would have let me be here, because he obviously didn't mind if I fucked his buddy Jack. But anyway, I told Daddy a lie just so I could be in the hotel room with this hot married man, and it made me feel so fucking great.

He didn't have to beg me. I grabbed his hard, fat erection at the base, holding it steady, then I leaned up from sitting on my little naked ass and wrapped my thin lips around the delicious, swollen penis. Mmm, he tasted dreamy; I could smell how stiff and manly his prick was, and the flavor was even better. Married cock, my first one. I was a little cunt for helping him cheat on his wife, wasn't I? I didn't care, actually, it thrilled me. Thom pushed his pants further down his long, hairy legs, while I just pleasured myself with his dick in my teen mouth. He was throbbing heat, it was so stiff and rigid; my lips formed around it, my tongue washed over it as I pushed my mouth forward, swallowing him into the back of my mouth, almost at my throat. He grunted feeling how tight my mouth was, and it made me giggle a second. My hand was now cupping his big hairy balls, which felt so fucking sexy. As he kicked off his pants he could spread his legs now, his balls totally free to hang, and I groped and played with them while my mouth sucked hard on the man's stiff penis.

"Oh yeah," he grunted, almost surprised, "you're pretty fucking good, you little bitch -- you're, what did you say, only 18?"

I giggled again, nodding as my eyes rolled up to his face. I didn't expect to be called good at this; I'd only sucked David's adult penis very briefly, and my boyfriends didn't stay hard in my mouth all that long. I guess it just seemed natural to me. My mouth made his cock all wet, as my lips and cheeks surrounded it, sucking it hard; then I bobbed my head, moving back and forth on his shaft, feeling its size and hardness. He was maybe about as long as my Daddy's cock, I'm not sure; but it seemed a little more thin. Still, he was definitely bigger than David, I was so much more wet for Thom's penis than I was for my Mom's fat ugly business partner a couple of days ago. It made me a little mad, giving myself to David that one afternoon because I was so horny. I should have held out for a hot stud like Thom.

The married male, having removed his pants, was peeling off his dress shirt so he was almost as naked as me, leaving himself just in black ankle-high socks. His firm hands brushed my black hair off of my face, so he had an unadulterated view of his dick inside a high school senior's mouth. "Yeah, you like big married dicks, do you, honey? You like making married men all hard to fuck you?"

That drew another laugh from me, and I pulled back from his cock for a second. It was all sloppy wet with my saliva, and some of his precum. I slipped my fist up to the head and began to stroke his shaft, back and forth, feeling how wet it was and listening to the sounds of my palm sliding over the sticky lubricant. God, his huge dick felt so good in my little hand. I wish Daddy had let me do this earlier in the week; making a grown man get so big and hard was unlike anything else. My puny teenage boyfriend couldn't compete with this kind of hot dick.

"I'm not too young for you?" My voice quivered a bit, I had to cough. "A big hot married man like you likes girls my age?"

Now the stud took his turn to laugh, roaring. "Fuck yeah! So fucking sexy and tight -- such a hot body, great ass -- I'm glad I met you at the bar, you're the fucking highlight of my year right now, honey." He pushed his hips forward, shoving his cock harder in my fist as I stroked him. "I can't believe my luck, meeting a hot slut like you like that, at the bar."

"Mmm, or mine!" I leaned up again and took his erection into my mouth; I loved its taste and hardness and heat, my tongue slipping along the soft underside while I pushed his whole cockhead inside my open jaw. He tasted to manly, I couldn't get over it. My cunt was drenched, sucking his awesome penis. I moaned more, pumping my lips up and down the shaft. I was so glad I let him bring me here, to his hotel room, to fuck. We'd traded shy emails all day, for a while trying to see what we both wanted to do. Dancing? Coffee house? No, we both wanted to fuck, but neither of us wanted to say it first. I can't even remember who broaded it first. Maybe he did. But eventually we both agreed we just wanted to come back to his hotel room, after his dinner with his clients was over, so we could spent my two available hours naked, and fucking.

I'd been in his hotel room maybe twenty seconds, before he removed my clothing. There was no foreplay, no friendly getting-to-know you. Nothing like a date. We chit-chatted in his car, but not a lot. I was just horny, and I guess he was too. As soon as we got in the room, we kissed standing there, and my clothing began to fly off of my body -- with both him and me taking it off.

Petite, tiny naked half-Asian teenager, on her knees at him, watching him take out his awesome adult erection. This was the best fucking time of my life.

"Here," he instructed verbally, then reaching down to push my mouth off of his dick. The forty-something year old married businessman took my hand and led me to his huge hotel bed, climbing on it and leaning back in the middle of it. With his arms and elbows behind himself, he propped up his manly, hairy chest, looking down at me while his huge 8-inch or so penis pointed at his ceiling. He was really fucking hot, with wiry arms and legs -- no flab, not real muscular -- and a very fit, tight chest and abs. His legs and chest were hairy, but his abdomen was smooth as a baby except for the line of hair going from his belly down to his erection. Ah, that fucking huge erection. It was amazing!

I crawled onto the bed, following him, remaining bent over his lap. I reached out and held his dick upright, feeling it pulsate in my tight fingers and palm. Placing my lips against it, I moaned and licked down the fat shaft to the base, then my tongue flicked out and made his salty scrotum all wet with saliva. Back up to the head I licked, before swallowing his cock in my mouth. I drew a long, loud moan from him, as he stared at the 18 year old slut sucking his married manhood.

"Ooh yeah, honey," Thom slurred under his deep breaths, his big eyes staring at me working his penis, "suck my cock, fuck, you love sucking it, don't you sweety?"

I nodded again, working faster a bit, sliding my enclosed lips up and down the top few inches of his shaft. There was no fucking way I could get his entire dick into my mouth, and I'd never had a penis down my throat. My eyes kept looking up to his, to make sure he loved the blowjob I was giving him, but how could he not? Sexy, pretty 18 year old sucking his married cock in a hotel room. He was incredibly hard, super hard in my mouth.

His hands reached down, and I felt him lifting me, pulling my under the shoulders. My mouth let go of his dick with a slurp, and Thom was turning me around, spinning me on my fours . . . until I wound up on top of him, straddling him, my hips over his face, his cock now directly below my face. We were in a "69" position.

"Oh yeah!" squealed the horny teenager, suddenly realizing what I was about to do.

Immediately, I didn't wait, I shoved my mouth down and engulfed it around his swollen married erection. I felt Thom's warm, manly tongue lapping against my pussylips, tasting my teenage juices on the bald, shaved pink fleshy lips, licking downward all over them. His thumb, or finger, had reached up and was rubbing my clit, grinding into me, hard. I moaned, loving the attention -- finally! -- to my cunt. I'd been playing with it all night, and I needed a man to take care of it now. "Mmmm!" I cried around his huge penis, feeling it stretching my cheeks.

Thom's tongue was going crazy on my vagina, licking all over it, all over the lips, sliding into my hole. I felt his powerful tongue thrust inside and lick around, and it was like a little fucking, it was so hot. I gushed, "Ohhh gawwd!" and winced, pushing my little hips backwards onto his face more, wanting more of his tongue inside me. With his huge stiff penis under me, I had a hand around the base, squeezing it, while I pulled my mouth off to start licking around it. "Fuck, Thom," I panted, "I love your cock, I love eating your cock, baby!"

"And I love eating your pussy," he moaned behind me, his tongue hard on my pink teenage twat, "so yummy, honey!"

I sucked his dick a while, up and down, lips around it, then started licking around the sides of the shaft again. I could feel the ridges in it, the heat and the hardness, he was so turned on for me. My pussy leaked juices all over his tongue as he licked my young cunt, continuing to rub my aching clitoris with a thumb. Then his tongue pulled away, and I felt Thom sliding a finger -- a long, thick, stiff one -- into my pussy. I screamed, "Yesss!" and pushed my hips backwards more, feeling him finger-fucking my pussy. It felt so much fucking better than when I finger-fucked myself.

But he was just getting his finger wet. After stuffing it in my cunt a few times, he pulled that finger out, and slipped it northwards, his whettened fingertip now caressing my asshole. Realizing what he had in mind, I shrieked again, "Mmm! Ohh, fuck!" Thom teased my tight teenage anus with his wet finger, and his tongue approached my vagina again, and he began licking my pussy while stroking the tense flesh around my butt. I sucked his cock again, hard, shoving a few inches into my mouth, the top of my tongue pressing hard against the cockhead as I swallowed it. The hot male felt so good against my pussy and asshole, and I had to tell him. "Ooh yeah, stick it in, honey -- yes!"




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 05



He did, fuck him -- the guy stiffened his finger and shoved it into my ass; I felt the thickness penetrate me, I'm so tight down there, he was so fucking stiff. I shrieked again, muffled by the cock in my mouth, feeling the horny man start to shove that finger into my ass a bit at a time, twisting it around, moving inside. His tongue was hard against my clitoris, his lips sucking my juices as they flowed, and orgasms were taxiing onto the active runway to start launching through my body.

His cock in my mouth made me want to taste the best he had to offer. "God, Thom," I panted, sucking around his cockhead, "I wanna eat your cum, cum in my mouth, honey!"

I don't know where this slut Kristen came from. But I loved her, I loved being her.

Maybe Daddy would be proud?

Thom was panting, sticking a finger in my asshole, pushing it in gently but continually. I kept grunting against his cock, "Fuuuuck, fuuuuck," and undulating my little hips above his face, feeling his finger in my anus and his tongue against my clitoris. I wanted to cum so badly. "Mmmm . . . fuuuuuck, Thom, fuuuuck!"

My juices must have been really streaming, I could hear Thom sucking and swallowing, grunting. My pussy was getting so close to cumming; I felt the emptiness of my hole, wanting to be filled. His tongue against my clitoris caused me to push hard, ramming my little body backwards to shove my clit against his mouth and tongue, trying to drive the orgasm out of me. My hand was now working his wet cock, sliding up and down, while I used my lips to suck just the swollen, drenched helmet of the penis. "Mmm, cum in my mouth, baby," I panted to him, wanting to taste his sperm.

"Oh, won't be long, baby," the married stud panted against my twat. "Almost there!"

I cried for it, wanting him to cum from my blowjob so badly. "Ohh shit, yeahhh, Thom, yeahhh!"

His finger pulled out of my ass, and his mouth backed off, and a moment later he sent a finger into my cunt again -- hard, deep, shoving it inside. I screamed at the top of my lungs -- "YESSSS!" -- and I started convulsing around his finger. My pussy clenched, trying to rip it off of him, and my whole little body shattered with my first orgasm. My eyes closed, my brain dimmed and I concentrated on the heat and energy flowing throughout my whole body, making me gasp and shriek. The juices were pouring out of my twat around his finger as he drove it into me, so far and hard. That finger fucked me, faster and faster, pumping furiously.

"God, yes, baby!" I yelled to him, mouth still against his cockhead, "I'm cumming, baby, cumming!"

His body tensed under me, his legs twitched, and he shoved his cock up hard into my mouth, past my hand. "Ahhh, I'm there you slut!" he passionately yelped, filling my mouth and senses with his erection. Then it poured, it opened up and the hot cum shot in big globs into my mouth, covering my tongue, the smell filling my nostrils. Thom was ejaculating his married semen into my teenage mouth; my first complete blowjob for an adult male was a total success!

"Ooh, shit, yeah," I spat, choking almost on the cum spilling out of my mouth, while my hand inexpertly jerked his dick up and down to milk it more, "gimme that juice, baby!"

Thom's orgasm continued, streaming dribbles of white-hot sperm out of the head of his prick, while he pulled his finger from my pussy and shoved his tongue inside, tasting my juices. I almost sat backwards now, pressing my cunt into his face, letting him taste the depths of my twat while I milked his dick until the last drops of cum flowed out.

I had never liked the taste of cum; I didn't know what came over me. I was, I guess, a real slut inside, it just took the right man to bring it out of me.

Licking up his sperm but not swallowing it, I cleaned up his cock and my hand, making a messy mix of saliva and sperm over my tongue, then in one gulp I downed it into my throat. The smell remained in my nose, the nasty, musky flavor filled every crevace in my mouth. It made me feel dirty and used, and honestly, I loved it. Loved it.

"Mmm," moaned Thom's slut for the evening, still holding his rigid penis in my hand, cum still all over us, "how was it, honey?"

I felt the male slap my little asscheek. "Fucking awesome, you're a hot cocksucker, you slut!"

Thom pushed me off of him, until I rolled back on my side to face him. He sat upright, pausing to collect his breath. He was sweating on his forehead, and beads of perspiration were trickling down from his underarms. "Man, you're so fucking hot, Kristen," he said, eyeing my body. I lied back, letting him admire me -- my petite, 30A-sized tits with my hard brown nipples, my shaved clean pink cunt glistening with juices, my slender hips and soft thighs. I must have blushed, because he chuckled. "What, you don't think you're hot?"

I shrugged, not sure if I should answer honestly. "I don't know -- I guess -- I didn't know if older guys, like, think I'm hot?" I had a clue that they did; Daddy, David, Jack. Now Thom. Maybe I was what older men wanted. Judging by my relative lack of success in high school, I wasn't what the teenagers wanted. Go figure.

Thom immediately confirmed that. "Honey, you're fucking awesome -- tight, little, super pretty. I mean, I don't speak for all guys, but -- hell, I love how you look, you're fucking hot." Then he let me into his world, his voice dropping in energy but a friendly sparkle in his eyes. "I guess I can tell you, I mean, it's not like I have to hide it -- I've been fucking an intern at my office for about six months, she's 21, she's really tiny, I guess, not as small as you. But I love her body, I love yours -- I guess I'm an old fart, I just love the young gals."

"Mmm, you're not old," I reassured him, my eyes watching his still-hard penis twitching on his lap, wondering how fast he could get ready to fuck. My pussy wanted cock. "You're hot, you really turn me on."

"Yeah?" He snickered, his eyes on my wet pussy. I knew we'd soon be having sex again. "So, am I the oldest guy you've ever fucked -- have you fucked a married man before?"

The teenage slut wasn't totally honest with him in my response. I told him about David, saying he wasn't married but was around his age -- just, nowhere near as sexy as him. I didn't mention Daddy, although of course, we didn't actually fuck. Daddy stopped that from happening moments before he was going to put his cock into my cunt from behind. Thom liked my answer, and he asked if it bothered me he was married. Now I didn't lie, I said it turned me on.

"Good," he nodded, "some gals love that I'm married. It's why I love to travel; I get laid in most of the cities I'm in, usually, if I have time to go to a bar or something."

Then he asked me who I was on the date with at the restaurant. He said he had been meaning to ask me; it was, after all, the reason I was there, and thus the way he and I inadvertently met. I was somewhat forthright with him. "Well, I was there with my father, and a friend of his -- it wasn't a date, really, but, Daddy was kind of trying to set me up with him."

Thom found it incredulous, raising an eyebrow then laughing. "Your dad tried to set you up? That's wicked -- does he know what a hot little slut you are, honey?"

I think my face told him the answer, and he cackled. I blushed more, trying to smile it off.

"Listen," Thom said, sitting back now on his ass with his legs spread, his long cock lying on his tummy and pulsing a little with life, "I'm gonna be back here in, like, a month or so -- but I'll be with, like, this client of mine, she's married and a real fucking slut, she's 32, redhead, hot body, curvy -- she's a complete bisexual bitch, she fucks girls. If you like eating pussy, you should join Robyn and me, we could have a hot fucking threesome, you'd completely love it."

What is it with men and bisexual girls? Daddy had those pictures of my cousin Riley fucking Courtney. Thom wanted me to fuck his other girlfriend here in town. Before that week, I'd never really thought about sex with another girl, but it was starting to dawn on me that adult men really got off on it. If I wanted to fuck them, maybe I better start learning to fuck girls too, huh?

That would be for later. My pussy wanted Thom's dick.

I laid back on his bed, flat on my back, pulling my slender knees apart, exposing my pink hole to him. "Well, I'll think about it," I promised him in a soft moan, seeing his eyes look at my twat. "But she's not here, so . . . who else are you going to stick that big cock into, Thom, hmm?"

My lover immediately understood, rising to his knees to crawl over me. "I think," he said with a slow drawl, his body covering over mine, "I'm going to stick this hard cock into the hottest 18 year old cunt I've ever met."

My hands wrapped around his solid shoulders, feeling his penis touch my vagina, finding my hole. "Yesss, baby," I grunted, anxiously awaiting him, "fuck me, fuck me like your slut, baby!"

He did, shoving it into me, giving me what I had been wanting so badly. I screamed loudly, "Ahhh yesss!" while I wrapped my legs around his superior body. He was so much larger than me, filling the space over me, sandwiching me into the soft bed. I loved it, feeling completely dominated, my young pussy giving his adult erection exactly what he wanted. Thom began to fuck me, driving his steely pole into my waiting teenage twat, driving it harder, faster, I felt him pushing through my pussy's resistance, and his cockhead dug deeper into my wet twat. Thom was sweating over me, looking down at my young eyes, feeling his dick stretching my lips and plunging into my hole. I moved my hips around in circles, taking him in, while his firm muscular ass sailed up and down steadily, driving himself over and over into my vagina.

I didn't care who he was, I didn't know him really. I closed my eyes, feeling his awesome manly body fucking me, taking me, using me for his pleasure. It's what I wanted. I yelped, mouth open, jaw trembling, head to the side, feeling Thom fucking me harder. I started to shake, my pussy rising up in energy, and I slammed my hips up into his cock so stuff his penis as deep as it could go. "Yesss, baby!" I screamed, and my second orgasm flowed. I started having a massive quake with his dick inside my anxious cunny, screwing him and releasing my sexual lust in an torrid flush of electricity.

Thom was really fucking hot now, pumping me harder, not looking down at me but just humping my little teenage body furiously. I could hear the noises of his body slamming into mine. He was using me so hard, getting off on me. This was so much better than that fat pig David fucked me, I hated that we did that. Thom was going to be my first adult man to really fuck me; David was, well, something like a bad practice game.

"Fuckin' bitch!" moaned the stud humping me, sneering down into my young face, "take my cock, you bitch, I'm so fucking hard for you, fuckin' fuck me you little whore!"

His snarly tone drove me over the edge. "Fuck yes, Thom, fuck me baby!" I cried out, having another orgasm almost immediately after that last one, cumming hard with his dick stuffed deep in my vagina.

The 40-something married stud and the 18 year old high school slut changed positions, he wanted me on my knees. No, he wanted my ass in the air; he pushed my shoulders and face into his bed, so my little ass was sticking up in the air. Thom briefly bent over and licked my asshole, making sure it was extra-wet, but I'm sure he tasted all the pussyjuices pooled over it. My face was against sweaty bedsheets, smelling his manly perspiration but also still smelling the aroma of his cum that he squirted into my mouth earlier. I felt dirty and wicked, like a hooker or something I imagined. It was fucking hot.

Thom rose to his feet, standing on bed bed behind me, then he lowered his long pecker to the level of my twat. His firm hands grabbed my small hips, holding me steady, and Thom shoved his fat meat into my waiting cuntlips from behind. I screamed, "Ohhh baby!" He was so big, stretching me. I could hardly move, bent over like that, while he did all the work, pushing his erection into my cunt while my ass pointed up to the ceiling.

I felt his thumb against my asshole, he had his palm flat on my back just above my asscrack. Snaking hs thumb around, he touched it to my little anus and pushed the thumb inside the hole, just barely, so I felt the presence. Meanwhile his awesome cock was jamming hard into my cunt from behind, his big hairy balls bouncing off my clitoris each time he shoved that penis inside my vagina. I was crying, tearing, screaming, loving the hot fucking.

"Fuckin' bitch," he roared again, smacking my little asscheek with his big hand to leave a sore, red welt, "such a hot little cunt, so fuckin' hot, you nasty cumwhore!"

I wanted to play that game too. Looking back at him with the side of my face buried in his bedsheets, I snickered and roared with a teasing, accusatory tone, "Fuck my teen pussy you married prick -- show me what a hot fucking stud you are, cheating on your wife!"

He didn't laugh or smile, he snarled at me and smacked my asscheek hard again. He was so turned on. "Fuckin' bitch!" he screamed again, pulling out and throwing me onto my back. Immediately he was on top of me, only harder and deeper this time, his hands grabbing my ankles to split my legs so wide apart. It was painful, almost, feeling him ripping my legs wide open and pointing them to the sides, while his erection thrust its full length inside my small teenage pussy. I don't know how it all got in there, or if it really did, but I thought I felt him completely fill me up -- to my stomach, inside me, almost -- and his balls were against my asscheeks. There, so deep in me, he ground his massive weight into my small body and kept his dick inside my twat. He was staring down at me, glaring at my young nude body, watching himself fuck the half-Thai slut.

Suddenly he erupted in a flustered shout. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm there!" 

"Yeah, baby!" I encouraged him, my little titties bouncing around under his view, "cum in me, cum baby!"

Thom had his second orgasm, this time flooding his sperm hard inside my vagina, pumping his babymaking sauce so far inside my pussy and womb. I could feel him exploding; he was so big and manly, his orgasm was so much better than anything my teenage boyfriends had ever mustered.

It was fucking hot sex. I loved every minute of it.

Thom giving me cab money to catch a ride home, when we were finished? That, not so much. 



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 06



Daddy wants his horny, slutty 18 year old daughter to get fucked, and have the happiest tight teen cunt in town. That Friday night he proved it to me, over and over. Only, he did it without ever once touching me.

I fucking loved it! And -- hated it!

* * * *

As the young waitress took our mostly-empty plates away, Daddy smiled warmly, leaned forward, and gave me his speech. Reaching across the small table in the back corner of the little cafe, he took one of my small hands in both of his big strong paws. With a voice loud enough for my ears only, the tall, handsome, adorable man of my life told me he loved me and cherished our incredible relationship, and that he thought I was sexy and beautiful, and that he had all those feelings for me that grown men have for very gorgeous, very sexy younger women. I know those feelings; my Mom's fat boyfriend David had them when he fucked me three days earlier; Daddy's friend Jack had them when he was hitting on me two days ago; and the stranger at the hotel Thom had them when he fucked me furiously for a couple of hours just the night before. Daddy was no different, see. He said, "I get those feelings all the time -- I think as you really know now." He blushed, admitting that his feeling for me -- his adulterous, incestuous feelings for his petite, half-Asian daughter -- were no secret. But he quickly added, squeezing my hand confidently, "Look, nothing else matters between you and me other than you and me -- and I don't want to mess that up."

It was a fatherly way of saying, you know, please don't try and get me to fuck you. Something I'm sure is a standard speech in the handbook they give to dads for dealing with really horny teenage daughters.

But before I could apologize or explain or even blush, he encouraged in an even more husky tone, "Hey, you're 18, you are a young woman and have -- well, all of a young woman's needs, I get it, trust me. And you know I'll give you whatever freedom you want, like, if you want to date anyone, one of my friends, anything like that." He grinned, telling me he was more than alright if I wanted to go on a date with Jack, to whom he introduced me at dinner two nights earlier.

Daddy was doing more than just telling me, it was okay to fuck around. No, Daddy had a plan that night.

First, he said he had a "surprise" for me in the car, and then, he was going to take me "shopping." Now, that's the way to get a girl to shut up: Buy her off. Gifts. I'm not a material girl, but, I look forward to gifts like any other teenage female. 

The gift in his car was a box, a little bigger than a shoe box, a worn cardboard box with stiff material that was rather heavy. He had the top closed with duct tape, which too was old and worn and had only a small portion of its original stickiness (is that a word?). Sitting in the passenger seat of his sports car, with the heavy small box on my lap, I peeled back the silvery tape and peered inside -- and found myself looking at a bunch of CDs or DVDs, in clear plastic cases.

Stretching my petite hand into the box, flipping through the disks, I exhaled nervously. He'd handwritten the title of each DVD directly on the media, and used clear cases so they didn't need any more markings or labels. "Girls Who Fuck Girls"; "Big Cocks, Little Cunts"; "Don't Tell Daddy, No. 16"; "Slutfest"; "Amber And Her Sisters"; "Asian Sluts No. 10 -- Big White Meat"; "Don't Tell Daddy, No. 5"; "Young, Stupid And Horny, Just Like We Like Blondes"; "Asian Lesbian Whores Who Fuck Cocks Too." I mean, there were 30 or something porn movies in the box, the list went on and on. (Daddy had a thing for Asian girls; no wonder he married my Thai mother.)

I looked up at my father with a cackle, unsure of what reaction he was expecting. I was sufficiently surprised that my face displayed my natural, honest response -- incredulity. "Daddy, what on Earth?"

He leaned back in his seat, the car still parked in the restaurant's lot, and he wryly smiled at me. "I guess, I figured, you might have more use of these than I do, these days -- I hardly ever use any of them."

Is there some right of passage where fathers hand down their porn collections to their sons? I'd have no idea, I'm an only child, and a daughter. But, if dads ever give porn to their daughters, I was in that club now. It was an out-of-body experience, as if watching my hands sort through the porn DVDs was not really happening. I wasn't guilty or embarrassed, it just numbed me.

Daddy wasn't waiting for a reaction in particular, I think he knew I'd find a use for them. "Now," he said, starting the car up and gunning the engine so we roared off the lot, "let's do a little shopping."

Okay, I had no idea where we were going. He made the ride fun, turning corners loudly and making me fly around the interior of the car. Daddy laughed as I shrieked at my impending death, several times. Finally, we pulled into the very last place I expected to go -- the food store. "What the fuck?" I blurted, not controlling my language around my father any more. He'd just given me a DVD called "Eighteen And Slutty -- Fuck Them All"; so I figured I could use the "F" word around him now too.

We went into the store, which was sparsely populated on this Friday night. Daddy knew what he wanted, and we headed straight for the produce section.

"Daddy!" I had to swallow my reaction, covering my opening mouth with my hands, staring at what Daddy was buying. He was sizing up some cucumbers, choose two of them that had sufficient thickness and roundness to meet his criteria. "Daddy, you're kidding?" You can guess, I think, what Daddy was buying. Carrots -- big long ones. Zucchini, really really thick ones. Bananas, a half-dozen in a bunch. Finally, the real shocker, sweet potatoes. They come in all sorts of sizes but Daddy chose a couple with really fat blunt ends on one side, and the other sides were more narrow but long. Hard as stone, he told me, these won't break.

I didn't say a word but instead, I looked around the place blushing, wondering if anyone else knew my father was buying me vegetables that would fit inside my pussy. I knew exactly what he was doing, and I didn't say a word, just smiling stupidly from ear to ear. Good girls like me -- well, that's what everyone thinks of me -- don't go with their dads to stores for buying foods for masturbating. Daddy walked away from the produce section, me following along with that guilty look on my face. Carrying the veggies and bananas in a couple of bags, he walked into the personal hygiene aisle. I watched him a couple of steps behind, almost in denial this was happening. Daddy perused some of the hair brushes, oddly, which made no sense because I had a couple of them in the bathroom --

Ahhh, I realized, as my father chose the brush he wanted to buy. It wasn't the brush he cared about. The one he selected had a long, long black rubbery handle -- probably almost eight inches long, thick, round, fat, with a rounded end. When I was younger I used to wonder, who would need a handle that large on a brush, unless a girl had really messy, tangled hair and needed two hands to straighten it out? Only, I think I just realized what the big handle was for. It wasn't for brushing hair, was it?

Finally, Daddy grabbed a small jar of vasoline, which might have been an afterthought but they were sitting right there as we passed them.

My head was dizzy, wondering now if my father planned to use them on me later, or if he just expected me to go up to my bedroom and fuck myself silly with all of these "toys." But first, we had to check out, and I almost panicked at the idea of the checkout clerk knowing what all of these objects could do. I mean, no one makes a banana, cucumber, sweet potato salad with vasoline dressing and tossed with a hairbrush. Well, no one EATS any such salad. Fortunately, Daddy wanted to avoid any embarrassment too, so he used the self-checkout line, which took us only a few seconds and we could do in basic privacy.

"Here," he laughed, handing me all of the bags as we walked out of the store quickly. Both of us were nervous, I guess. But my Dad was really having a good time, I'll tell you that. "I think you know what you can do with these?" He laughed at the joke.

The bag of objects that would fit nicely in my shaved, bald teenage pussy called to me. I could hear the voices of the vegetables and the hairbrush inside. Kristen, take us home, fuck us. He wants you to. It'll be fun, real fun.

"Oh," I surmised with a smirk, not holding anything back, "I think I know where to put them."

* * * *

Two hours later, maybe, something like that. It was really dark outside, but not quite time I would be asleep. I'd been hiding in my room the whole time, mostly, a nervous bundle of unfocused energy. My pussy was achy, but not so much that I had to strip naked and satisfy it. I think having all of the sex toys and movies sort of scared me, in a way, preventing me from even doing myself as I normally might do. I had my boyfriend sending me text messages to meet him at some friend's house, probably for a "party" monitored by one of the parents. Eh, I'd lost all interest in him by then, I wasn't even really responding. Adult men were way better, and now that I'd fucked two of them that week and had a potential date in Jack waiting for me, I didn't need short-lasting little teen dicks to try and fuck me anymore. Meanwhile, my Latina friend Crystal was on a date and sending me text messages of how hot she looked in her new babydoll, which was good for her and all. Messing around online, reading magazines, nothing seemed interesting.

It was like I was high on something, and couldn't figure out what to do with myself. This from a straight-A nerd who never had taken drugs in her life.

So the nervous energy built up, pushing me somewhere. I knew what I really wanted, and that was to fuck my Daddy. It just had to be; he'd fucked my cousin, my friend, my friend's mom, my housesitter -- I needed to be on that list. I loved him, I loved his cock, and he deserved happiness every night. I was good at fucking adult men, I made David and Thom cum so hard that week, I knew I could do the same for my hot, sexy Daddy. Plus, right at that moment, my Mom was on her weeken trip to New York, and she no doubt was probably in a hotel room with David letting that fuck fuck screw her fake tits and Thai pussy. That made it all the more important that Daddy and I fuck. But, I knew, there was no way Daddy was going to put his dick in me, at least, not that night.

A sudden idea exploded in my head, and I hardly thought about it before I acted on it. I grabbed the new hairbrush Daddy had given me, and I rapidly burst from my bedroom. Wearing a pair of white cotton panties and a nightshirt, I didn't look particularly sexy, but that wasn't going to be important. I was about to head down to the basement, but I noticed light from my father's bedroom -- and that was perfect, I thought. But instead of going in there directly, I first had to go into the media center by our television on the first floor, and retrieve something I needed.

Slutty Kristen was going to put the pressure on my sexy Daddy, I thought to myself. Oh, yeah.

Nervously but excitedly, I rapped on my father's closed bedroom door. He sort of coughed and acknowledged I could come in. Pushing the door open, I found him in his t-shirt and jogging shorts sitting upright on his bed, remote-control in his hand, flipping through the late-night TV shows.

Standing in the doorway trying to look bright and enthusiastic, but really just a storm of electricity, I held up my hands -- the hairbrush in one hand, the other holding my Daddy's digital camcorder.

"Daddy," I announced with no room for debate, "I need you to help me with something right now."

He blinked, not sure he liked the tone of my voice or the devilish look in my eyes. "Oh?" was all he could say, at first.

I strolled near his bed, standing casually, not trying to look threatening, but there to get what I wanted. He'd given me a speech earlier that evening, now, it was my turn. "See, I think, you kinda would like me to hook up with your hot friend, Jack, right? But, um -- so, I don't even know if he'd like me to."

Daddy's head cocked a little, finding the question implausible. "Why, sure, honey -- he told me -- he thinks you're great -- sweet, sexy, beautiful -- you don't have to worry about that."

"I know." I really did know, but I didn't act like it; I stepped closer to the bed, shrugging and acting very diffident and submissive. "Daddy, I got nervous trying to call him, last night, but like, maybe, you'd let me, like, make a video message to him? Then you can give it to him. I'd, um, like that." There, I said it. I handed Daddy his camcorder, my arm sticking straight out to offer the small device.

My father took it from my warily, studying my visage with his bright brown eyes. "A message, huh -- seriously, you think that's necessary, that's what you want to do?" He wasn't telling me not to; I think he thought this was a trick of some kind.

So I nodded vigorously. "Oh yeah! Really, would you mind -- just, like, let me say a few words hello to him, ask him to call me?" Then I added, "I think it would be a lot more friendly in a video, than like, sending him an email or text, I hate that. This is more fun, don't you think?"

The wheels in my father's head were churning rapidly already, and he was way ahead of me. "Way more fun," agreed the pervert in full support, but brimming with his own ideas. "So don't you think you should get more, well, dressed up for it -- I mean, something more, you know, that says, you really need to call me?"

"Oh?" I was anxious to do this, so my state of dress didn't seem important enough to warrant attention. My cotton panties were tight on my small petite hips and tiny butt; my A-cup titties on my slender torso made decent little hills in my tight t-shirt. My long black hair was a little unkept, but it had a decent, sexy shine to it. "I guess, what do you think, Daddy?"

And that began the preparations. Daddy said, "Trust me," and he took me into my bedroom and sat me at my vanity. He watched as I brushed out my hair, and he and I agreed to the right color of lipstick and mascara and rouge. I leaned forward on my stool and applied the makeup to my face, giggling as I saw my father sitting on my bed behind me, his gaze at me reflecting in the mirror. Then, he rummaged through my vanity's drawer and chose a bright red "cumfuckme" nail polish -- well, he called it "a good whorish color" -- and handed it to me. I daintily painted it onto my ten fingernails, my hands trembling a bit, then held my hands to my daddy for him to blow them dry. My father took my hands in his big hand, and blew on each of them, smiling at me the whole time.

"Toenails, too," he announced, jumping forward to kneel in front of me. I swiveled on the stool and faced him, laughing, as my father took my small feet and held each one so carefully, while he applied the red polish to each nail. There, my small feet had bright red nails just like my slender little fingers did.

Daddy had me brush out my hair -- using my favorite brush, if you care -- until it was as long and silky as it would get, without showering and blowing it dry. Finally, he handed me a small pink bow with a ribbon, and he had me pull my hair back tight behind my small head, which he closed off into an extra-long ponytail with the ribbon, leaving the pink bow sitting atop my skull.

I giggled at my father looking at me, admiring how pretty I was in the makeup and with my hair back, but I was still in my boring white panties and worn, long light-blue nightie. He took one last look then grabbed my hand, and led me back into his bedroom. I played along.

Daddy led me to my Mom's dresser, and inside he fished out of a drawer something for me to wear. It was lingerie, of course, undoubtedly from the lingerie store at the mall that she owned. It was brand-new, still sporting the tags on it; how ironic, I thought to myself, the second time this week I would wear this stuff from her store to impress a man. You'd wonder what she's say -- especially since one of those men was her boyfriend David, and the other was Daddy's friend, and the man whom I really wanted to actually impress was Mom's husband! So confusing.

Anyway, Daddy had selected a red thong, to go with my nails. It was not elastic but had two long strings that would tie over the hips, so it would size to my small frame easily; behind me, my butt would be completely naked because the thong had only one small string to disappear into my asscrack. It felt like fire, just holding it, knowing its power over men once I adorned it.

For the top, went into his closet and reached onto his top shelf, taking off a small box. Gee, another gift from Daddy? He opened it and handed me a red, silky babydoll, with a thick black lacy border on the bottom edge. It had spaghetti straps and definitely was very minimal on its coverage on top; it was short, too, and I doubted it would reach past my ass much, if at all. "This," he explained, handing it to me, "was going to be a gift for you, but, I figure, might as well put it to good use now!"

The two garments felt nonexistent in my hand -- extremely light, fluffy, silky-smooth like clouds. But they burned, they were sexy, slutty outfits that women wear who want to get fucked. Holding them in my hand in front of my father was erotic.

I excused myself into the bathroom, closing the door and taking a deep breath. I was having flashbacks to the mall and fucking David; only this was much better. As I removed my bra, my hardened nipples pointing out, seeking attention. I had to cup and stroke them briefly, to sooth their desires. I slipped the babydoll in, finding it extremely tight around my small breasts -- those two nipples stood out, it was very sexy. Then I pushed off my damp panties and started to wrap myself in the thong. I'd never put something like it on, and found tying it over both hips at once was no easy task. I laughed until I got it right, then turned to admire myself in the mirror. The red strings of the thong were so small, you could hardly see it down my asscrack; my butt was nude. The front panel of the thong was silky and tight where it covered my pussy, and my pussylips were like to parallel ridges, as if painted by the thin fabric.

One more breath to cleanse myself of nerves, and I headed back for my Daddy's bedroom. I grinned with a shy expression, as his eyes fell on my almost-nude body. The babydoll's black lacy bottom edge fell halfway around my hips, so the thong was visible even as I stood up. Daddy was still in his t-shirt and shorts, standing on his floor, holding the camcorder in one hand. His eyes examined me head to toe, from the pink bow atop my head down to my whorish red painted toenails.

"Wow, Kristen," my proud father, whistled, "you look gorgeous -- so sexy."

I blushed for real. "Thanks." My father's gaze at my slender figure in the slutty outfit was making my horny for him; my own eyes found the bulge in his shorts, a distinctly large shape that housed the precious pussyfucking beast I wanted to ravage me. I tried not to stare at him that way, but the magnetic attraction of that bulge to my vision was palpable.

Softly I crawled onto the bed, on my fours, slithering into the middle of the bedspread facing my father and the camera. I pushed my long, brushed hair away from my shoulders again, then rose to my knees. That way, the babydoll pulled up far enough to show the thong over my crotch, and my back arched so the hard nipples stuck through the flimsy thin red fabric. If a man had the hots for me, he'd like me in this outfit for sure.

I watched my Daddy fidget with the buttons on the camcorder. "Okay, is it on?" I asked in a hush, nervously.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 06



"Wait a moment." He checked something and the stupid machine went whir for him, then a few seconds later he was good. He held up the camera facing me, watching the view from the rearside monitor, and the light on the camera turned on to illuminate his horny daughter kneeling on his bed. "Um, go in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . " Then he didn't say anything; but he pointed a finger at me from his other hand.

Now words escaped me, I found myself giggling at the camera, trying not to look at my father but pretend I was talking to Jack. Why I wanted to do this, I had no idea, except, it put me in front of my Dad tonight. "So, hi, Jack," I moaned into the camera, trying to look sexy but feeling all the butterflies in my tummy, "I wanted to make this for you, because, well -- because I was nervous, I mean, I just turned 18 this past month, and I haven't, like, you know, really known any adult guys." (I have to say, I felt really stupid saying all this, but the words just came out. Plus, it was a fucking lie, having been screwed by two adult men in the past three days -- but that was an irrelevant detail, wasn't it?) "So, I was just sitting here tonight, I mean, thinking about you, about dinner the other night, and, I dunno, I was wanting to talk to you, but really kind of nervous about it."

Unfortunately, that's all I had to say. I had lots of ideas of what to say, and do, but no way to bridge to them from where I finished. I needed a good segue, but my nervous, horny mind was blank. I looked briefly at my Dad, who was smiling looking at my nipples in my babydoll on the camera's monitor, but he wasn't offering help, or making any sounds for that matter.

Cough, cough, went the nervous horny teenager, trying to keep smiling for the camera and the hot adult male who eventually would get to see this. I found a way to keep talking -- with my back arched, pushing my small breasts forward in the tight, revealing red babydoll. "Well, so, I was wondering, you know, I mean, I know this might seem weird and all 'cause I'm so much younger than you? But, if you found me attractive at all? See, I think you, I mean, you're really sexy and handsome, and seem so nice and sweet -- so, do you, I mean, like me too, do you think I'm pretty, hmm?"

Now I was having fun, flirting with the camera and my father behind it, twisting my torso side to side a bit slowly to show off the supple shapes of my A-cup breasts in the little red top, making sure the bumps of my hard nipples were obvious. I could feel my vagina getting really wet in the tight thong. "I don't know, I mean, I'm not, like -- I don't have, like, a real, you know, curvy shape or anything, I'm pretty skinny, so, I don't know if a hot handsome man like you would think I'm not? Hmm, do you?"

Do it, I told myself, do it. Giggling away, I began to turn around on the bed, rotating so my backside faced the camera, and I bent forward to push my ass in my father's direction. The skimpy babydoll pulled away from my butt, so as I bent forward with my hands on the bed too, in a doggy position, my father was aiming the camera directly at my basically nude butt. I opened my knees a little, knowing the thong and its skimpy string were covering my vagina, but barely. Looking at the camera I continued to tease. "I'm so small and skinny, I really don't know if adult men find me attractive, or sexy -- so, would you tell me the truth, if I was, would you say I'm sexy?" I wiggled my nude ass at the camera, playfully snickering, knowing I might be making my father horny while I was doing this.

He wasn't saying a word, stoically remaining behind the camera to record whatever I wanted to say, or do, for Jack.

I turned to face the camera again, now sitting on my butt on the bed with my slender, light-skinned legs stretched in front of me, and with my hands behind my back on the bed, I was arching my back again. My legs were split slightly to the sides, so the thong clung tightly to my crotch in full view of the camera. "I want you to like me, Jack," I spoke to the camcorder but really was saying to the stud holding it, "I'm 18 now and . . . I think I'm grown up enough to know what I like, and . . . I hope you like me, because I really like you, you know?"

I saw my Dad moving the camera closer, as he stepped to the bed and stood against it, leaning his thighs into it, pointing the camera more closely at my face and body. It was empowering, having his attention like this, and knowing Jack would probably be glued to the movie too. "I wore this pretty babydoll my Daddy got me," I said, maybe telling too much but not pausing to think about it, "do you think I look pretty in it? I'd wear it for you, if you wanted, if you want me to come over to your house or whatever, and show you how nice it fits me, if you think it makes me look pretty."

Daddy was pointing the camera right at my face and chest, like a bust shot, and I was sure he could record my hard nipples making those bumps in the top. I kept my back arched, showing my titties like that, blushing a little because of the attention.

"So I was just sitting here," I continued with my seductive monologue, pouting at the camera with a sexy gleam in my eye, "thinking about you, and . . . wanting to meet you again, you know, maybe, just you and me, Daddy said it would be alright." (I wondered if I could acknowledge Daddy was filming this, or would Jack be weirded out by that? I didn't know the answer so I didn't make any mention of Daddy being there as I recorded it.) "If you wouldn't mind, Jack, I mean, I'm only 18 but, I'd love to spend some time with you . . . maybe at your place . . . maybe with me wearing something like this? It makes me so . . . makes me feel so . . . good, really good, thinking about that."

My nipples were fucking hurting, they were so hard. Having Daddy see me make a plea for another man was really provocative; I was really teasing Daddy, which is what made this so much fun. How could he resist me? Wanting to get to the good point of the video that would really tease my father, I didn't hesitate to put my hand to one of my breasts and, with Daddy filming it, start rubbing my hard nipple through my thin babydoll, using my fingers to brush the hard bump. "Mmm, ohhh Jack, do you know what . . . what you do to me? Look at me . . . sitting here thinking of you, how sexy and sweet you are . . . how you made me feel at dinner . . . do you mind, does it bother you, that I think about you now, even though I'm so young, just in high school still?" 

Daddy's breathing was heavy; I could see through his t-shirt that he was taking deep breaths. I didn't want it obvious but I allowed a very quick peek to his crotch, where the bulge in his shorts seemed to have grown.

I continued teasing Jack and my father. "Jack . . . I'm so tired of the boys at school, they don't interest me anymore, they are so immature and silly . . . they don't know what a girl really wants, not the way someone like you does . . . right? Do you know what I mean? I bet a handsome man like you knows all about making a younger girl feel really, really, really good -- right?"

My father's face wasn't moving, and he wasn't even looking at me; he was staring at the display on the back of the camcorder, as if watching a movie of this too, not hearing or seeing his daughter in person do all of this for his friend.

"Jack," purred my lust greedily, "do you know what I want, Jack?"

I thought my Daddy might say or do something, as I pulled one of the spaghetti straps of my babydoll off of my slender shoulder, then the other one, but he just stood there aiming the camera at me. I continued, with the straps now at my sides, I sat upright and pulled both straps down more, and more . . . until my breasts came into view, the babydoll bunching around my thin tummy. I was blushing but really enjoying it, stripping for Jack and my father, arching my back again to show off my teenage A-cup titties, the soft light-Asian colored orbs with hard brown nipples and circles around them.

"Do you like my titties, Jack? I hope you do . . . they are really sensitive, they love to be . . . touched, Jack."

Feeling like supergirl, I stuck one of my fingers in my mouth, watered it significantly, and touched it to my nipple. My skin was burning for attention. I circled my wet finger around it, making it glisten, then I did the same to the other and had them both dripping wet with my saliva. "Jack," I moaned, still rubbing the second one, "they love being touched, and licked . . . I bet you know that, right, you know how badly I like that."

I wanted more, all of it, and I loved that Daddy was seeing me do this. I grabbed the babydoll at my sides and yanked it off of me, my dark hair spilling around for a moment as I doffed the top, then tossed it onto the floor and brushed a hand through my long hair. I was naked except for the thong. I leaned back more even, elbows behind me, spreading my legs wide open. Daddy lowered himself now, almost lying on the bed, pointing the camera at my crotch and, behind it, my titties and pouting face.

Lifting my knees a little I created a valley out of my thighs, my cunt lying at the bottom, barely clad in the damp, tight thong. I was aching.

"Jack," I muttered out of control, "know what else I like, Jack, do you? I like . . . this." I reached my hand to my crotch, and started rubbing my swollen clitoris through the red thong, while my Daddy was recording it. My pussy ached for a ton more attention than just a finger through the thong. "Jack, honey . . . I'm so wet . . . I need a real man so badly, do you know that? I hope I'm not scaring you . . . I don't want to cause any problems for you . . . I just love what a man you are, you make me feel so wet and wanted, I want to feel you . . . inside me . . . would you like that?" Of course, I could have been speaking to my father; I hoped that, hearing my words, Daddy would understand it was okay for him to fuck me, like it would be for Jack to fuck me.

The thong was now useless. Rolling halfway onto one hip, I put my hand to the thong's tie over my upper hip and gave it a little tug. "Jack, do you want to see me?" I asked giggly and haughtily, knowing the answer. "Want me to take this off for you, honey?" With that side of the thong untied, I shifted weight and reversed my position, and untied the other half of the thong. "There, we don't need this now, do we, Jack?" I sat back, knees together still, and pulled the thong away from my crotch. I was totally nude now, with my father right there to record it; my thighs pressing together, only the trimmed bush of my crotch showed above the triangle between my legs.

Daddy was standing upright again, his cock really sticking out of his shorts, getting a full body shot from my pink bowed-hair down to my feet, then he seemed to zoom in on my crotch and chest and face. "Jack, baby," I grunted, cunt on fire, sliding one hand between my closed thighs and giving attention to my achy, wet pussy, "I need a man to fuck me so bad . . . do you have any idea how bad . . . I'm old enough, I want to experience a real man with a real cock, who can fuck my like his slut all night, show me what it's like to be a real woman, not some young girl anymore!"

I had to have it. I spread my legs wide apart, completely revealing my pussy to Daddy's camera, while my fingers remained on it pressing their tips into my clitoris. "Jack, I'm so fucking horny!" came my repeat incantation, as I laid back on the bed and half-closed my eyes. I was in full masturbation mode now, working my clit around between fingers, really pressing it hard into my gushing vaginal lips, my slender little hips wiggling in circles below my hand. "I hope you like me, Jack," I begged into the camera, "I really, really hope you do . . . do you want this, Jack, huh, do you want me?"

For effect on Jack and my Daddy, and because I was dying to do it, I stiffened two fingers and shoved them hard into my cunthole. I felt great; "Yeah!" I screamed at myself, giving into the pleasure I was pumping from my hand into my cunt, stretching my cunthole as I pushed more of my fingers' length inside my twat. "Oh shit yes!" My head was back on the bed, my body arching upwards to shove my titties high, my legs spread so wide and my hand furiously stuffing those two teenage fingers hard into my cunt, really pushing with all power I could muster.

My father just stood there, recording me masturbating for another man, breathing hard, cock stiff, not saying a word, not stopping me. I had to believe, he wanted me so badly.

Building in my stomach and pussy I could feel my orgasm growing into an animal, ready to pounce; I gasped and screamed more, my little naked chest heaving with breaths, and my hand drenched in the juices streaming out of my vagina. "Ah, fuck, ah, fuck, yeah, oh fuck, yeah . . . ahhhhhh!" The cum happened, shattering my body, my muscles burning throughout my legs and back, my cunt spasming and contracting, my breaths shortening, my face streaming with perspiration, the cum jarring my senses so everything was dizzy and wonderful. "Ohhh fuck Jack!" I screamed louder, letting him think it was my imagination of him driving me into sexual bliss. In truth, it was the fact my father was there watching, seeing me do this for Jack, which had me so horny.

Laughing as the cum subsided, I propped myself up a little with one elbow behind me, smiling with some guilt at the camera and my father behind it, my hand still rubbing my vagina softly, with my lips and hand all wet. "Oh fuck that was so good," I panted, feeling the sweat beading on my little perky breasts, "I want you so bad, Jack." Lifting my fingers out of my cunt I felt how wet my palm and fingers were; hungry to turn on my father, I brought my hand up to my mouth and moaned wickedly, licking two then three fingers one at a time, then licking my flavors off of my palm. "Oh fuck that's so sexy, Iove that," I moaned for Jack as I tasted my cunt's flavors after an orgasm, "I'll lick it off of your cock if you want, Jack!"

With sudden vigor I jumped up to my knees and turned around, facing my Daddy, then lying on my tummy on the bed with just my head lifted to face the camcorder, and my naked butt showing behind my long hair. "Jack, I'll be your slut all night, do you want that?" I was hoping now to really tease my father mercilessly, goading him into wanting me for himself. "Don't you want a horny 18 year old slut, whom you can fuck anyway you want, anytime, I'll let you stick your big manly cock in my cunt and ass and mouth, do you want something like that, Jack? You can fuck anyone else you want, I don't care, I just want you to fuck me good and hard, make you your hot little slut, baby!"

I reached to the edge of the bed, where the hairbrush -- remember that thing? -- was sitting unused, waiting for me. Still lying on my stomach, I held the hairbrush upside-down on the bed in front of my face, like a penis pointing at the ceiling. The almost two-inch thick shaft stood over a foot off the bed, with the brush and the handle combined, so I had to raise myself on my elbows. "Mmm, just think if this was your cock, Jack -- do you like this?" With my brown, slanted eyes staring at Daddy behind the camera, I reached out my little pink tongue and began licking the hairbrush's shaft at its rounded, bulbous end. The shaft was not completely straight, it had some contour for a palm to grip it, but it created a slightly rounded head that fit nicely around my tongue. I licked the warm rubbery plastic, around and around, then up and down the shaft, keeping my eyes glued to the camera, showing my father how I knew how to suck a cock -- just, I'd never done one this big before.

"See," I proudly giggled licking more up and down, "see how I like to suck long things like this, Jack?" I put my lips around the head now, taking it into my mouth; it didn't slip like a penis but the rubbery plastic was a little sticky, so I had to really get it wet with saliva and push a couple of inches over my mouth, sucking. I kept looking at the camera, trying not to laugh. Daddy was staring at me sucking the pretend cock. I stared back at him. "Jack, I love sucking big cocks . . . would you let me suck yours, baby, please?"

I kept sucking the toy as well as licking it, breathing hard ,sliding my wet tongue up and down the shaft, and rolling my lips around the head to swallow a few inches, all of it over and over. My hand holding the brush was a gooey mess from my saliva dripping down the shaft.

"Know what else, Jack," my low, sultry voice purred towards the camera, "know what else I like to do with big cocks, Jack, huh, want me to do this with you?"

Pussy wanted cock, and because my Daddy wasn't seeing fit to do the deed himself, I had to settle for the next best thing. And, actually, I really wanted it, too; I wanted to fuck that hairbrush handle, I wanted to see what it would be like, it looked so thick and long that I believed it would actually feel great, and make me cum very hard. I rolled onto my ass and spread my legs wide, but wanted to lean backwards on something; so I scooted up the bed and grabbed two of Daddy's pillows, taking them back down to the bottom edge of his mattress facing the camcorder in his hand. I propped up the pillows behind me, leaning backwards, and stretching my small feet completely to opposite sides of my body; my thighs were spread apart and my 18 year old drenched vagina was pink and hot and ready for fucking.

"See," I moaned, rubbing my kitty with fingers while I sucked the head of the brush to get it very, very wet, "see how badly I need a big adult cock, Jack, do you know how badly I want it?" Now the time was here, I put the bulbous head of the brush against my aching cunthole, and right away I knew it was big -- maybe, too big. But I didn't want to stop, I wanted to show Daddy what a hot little fuck I was.

"I'm a hot little fuck, YES!" I screamed, as I shoved the dildo-like brush handle into my pussy. It was very, very tight; it hurt, I won't lie. But I wanted it so badly, I kept pushing it more. I think maybe I needed some vaseline at first, because the thick shaft was so wide it pressed and squeezed my cuntlips out of shape. Grabbing the shaft with one hand and reaching down with my other hand to pull all the way from the brush's far end, I was determined to fuck myself with it. I yelped and moaned, pulling it into me bit by bit, pumping it, working it around, feeling my cunt loosen and the juices making the shaft more slippery. Moaning "Fuck me, Jack, fuck me!" as if it was his dick doing the honors, I kept ramming the brush handle farther inside my pussy, deeper and harder, feeling the pressure so far inside of me while at the same time my pussylips were stretching to accommodate it, making my clitty buzz and ache.

What a sight I must have been, nude and spreading my little body open to fuck the big rubbery handle, with my father standing there recording it. The orgasms were building now -- many of them, like airplanes taxiing to the active runway. My fingers were aching from gripping the handle; my arms were hurting from reaching down my body to shove the hairbrush into my pussy; my thighs felt on fire from being split open wide. Even my neck and shoulder muscles burned, because I was lifting my head up to stare down at my cunt filled with the unusual toy -- and look up to the camera and my Daddy, seeing me show off what a horny little slut I am.

"Oh fuck!" I screamed, feeling an orgasm about to explode, "I'm such a slut! Ohh FUCK!" My jaw dropped and I just shrieked, my eyes closing, a cum exploding hard throughout my body. My cunt squeezed the hairbrush deep in me and I shook and collapsed on the bed, so fucking dirty and sweaty and wet, loving the energy squirting through my muscles. "Ahhhh!" I continued to wail while I kept pumping the rubbery fake dick in my twat through the orgasm, thrusting deep and pounding hard to make the orgasm harder and longer.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 06



My eyes were pooling with sweat and tears, as I looked up at my Daddy, seeing him continue to stare at the camera's little monitor. He was pointing the camcorder right at the nasty nude teenage slut on his bed; his face didn't have emotions, but his shorts were bulging with the massive shaft of his beautiful penis. The sight of that shape kept me aroused more than the feelings in my pussy did; that's why I was here. But don't stare at it, I told myself.

Even though my entire body hurt and my muscles in my arms and wrists and hands wanted to quit, I kept fucking myself furiously, really jamming the thing as deep into me as I could. It was so long and thick, it was a wonderful lover; my vagina felt so good stretching to take the contoured long rubbery shaft. It was better than David's dick earlier in the week, I was actually really happy to be learning that this hairbrush was a pretty good substitute for an actual male. As I continued to fuck myself for Daddy and the recording device, I thought to myself, I'll be fucking this hairbrush regularly now.

I needed to find a way that my arms wouldn't hurt so much. I gasped hard, so close to being out of breath, my chest dripping with sweat. Putting my knees together but keeping the hairbrush handle in my vagina, I stretched out on the bed and rolled over -- onto my stomach, just for a moment. Then, with my small lightly-colored ass facing my Daddy, I rose to my knees and spread my painful legs. Reaching under myself with my face against the bedsheets, I grabbed the hairbrush and began fucking myself from behind. I looked back with one eye, seeing my father pointing the camera at my naked butt and cunt, with one of my hands holding the toy and pumping it slowly into my pussy. It felt so good in there; "Mmmmm," I muttered, grunting, feeling how thick it was in my twat, "oooh yeah, sooo guuud." I was twisting it around too, making my slick pussy feel its thickness, and still pushing it deep into my slot but not ramming it as hard as I was a few minutes ago.

Turned over like that I felt another cum building, with my body more relaxed this way. I humped my little fanny in circles in the air, showing Daddy how sexy it was, while fucking the toy dick a little faster now. I wanted to cum again, so badly. I pressed the dildo farther into my cunt from behind, while I also moved my ass down towards the bed, and then I found that the hairbrush was actually grinding into the bed -- so the bed was giving me the leverage to fuck me with it, I didn't need to use my wrists to push it in. I loved that, I relaxed my hand a little but kept it on the shaft so it wouldn't fall out, and I sat upright a bit -- using my other hand to push my torso up, letting me squat backwards onto the dildo.

Deeper it went. Fuck, it was deep. It hurt. I loved it. "Oh fuck, yesss!"

I cried as another orgasm exploded in me. I looked up and Daddy had moved to the side of the bed, recording my face as I had the orgasm, and I looked at the lens with half-opened eyes, a trembling jaw, bantering uncontrollably. "Shit, oooh fuck, oooh yesss!" I was rapidly pumping my hips up and down thrusting the hairbrush-turned-dildo deeper into my pussy, so far, so incredibly deep, fucking it like it was a real cock, cumming hard around it. I fucking loved it.

My hand was a pool of cunt juices, streaming down the hairbrush and covering my palm and fingers now. My pussy really hurt from the fucking, but it was still aching, sizzling, wanting more.

Looking at my Daddy behind the camcorder, seeing him watch me fuck myself, I knew I was doing this for him but I still had to pretend it was for Jack. If anything, maybe I would make him feel jealous, right? I rolled onto my side, mercifully, one knee raised, my body relaxing a little, as I kept a grip on the slippery-wet rubbery hairbrush now and slowly ground the shaft into my 18 year old cunt. "Oh fuck Jack," groaned my exhausted but alive body, "this could be your cock . . . don't you want this to be your cock, don't you want to fuck me so good, don't you think I can take your big adult cock all night baby?"

I was so working on Daddy now; I wanted my words to ring in his head, make him realize what a hot little fuck I could be for him, make his dick throb to stick into my tight little teenage cunt.

Pulling the hairbrush out of my cunt, I yelped in pain, finding my pussy was so sore from cumming around the thick handle. And, mmm, wasn't that handle delicious, now slimy and drooling with my juices. Lying on my side facing Daddy and his camcorder, I held the hairbrush handle up to my face, smelling my flavors on it. "Mmm, Jack, think if this was your cock," I purred, leaning forward, tongue out, "wouldn't you like to see me do this after you fuck me?" I took a big lick, tasting my flavors on the thing, licking it up, moving my tongue around to lap up and clean the messy rubbery shaft. "Mmm, Jack, don't you think I'm a good cocksucker, don't you want me to lick your big fat cock?" I kissed and sucked the tip of the handle, as if it was a cockhead, teasing it with flirty little kisses then sucking it hard in my mouth. I was getting so turned on, knowing my Daddy must have been imagining me doing that to his penis for real. "Don't you want me to suck your big cock -- Jack?" I raised my eyebrows and my voice at his name, as if saying, I wasn't talking to Jack, was I?

Daddy wasn't budging, just staring at me. I was getting frustrated. I put the hairbrush aside, where it fell off the bed in a thump on the floor. Rotating around on my back, my legs spread wide, I shoved my slutty cunt in the direction of Daddy and his camcorder. "Fuck, look at me," I purred, sliding one stiff finger over my aching hard clitoris, feeling all the juices on my cuntlips, "don't you see how horny I am? You know I'm a good fuck . . . you want me, don't you . . . it's okay, I'm 18 now, I can fuck anyone, just . . . just shove your big fucking cock in me, it's going to be so good, so good, fuck me . . . FUCK ME!" I was now really rubbing it hard, exhorting my father to fuck me. "I need it so bad; you can't let me -- you don't want me to lie here all horny and ready, and not give it to me, so . . . so take your big fucking dick out and FUCK ME . . . please, I need it so bad -- please, please, fuck me, please, fuck me!"

I was crying, tears streaming, pumping my fingers over my swollen sore clit, staring at my father past the camera. "Oh fucking shit, I'm so fucking wet and horny, I need your big fucking cock so bad . . . I know you're so good at it . . . please, fuck me, please!"

My orgasm really fucking hurt. My legs twitched, my knees wanted to pull together, but that hurt too. I shoved my hand over my cunt and just held it, grinding into it, as if protecting it from itself. Inside my pussy spasmed and throbbed as I had my climax, and my knees and thighs squeezed together and I curled up into a little ball on the bed. Still crying, I just tried to survive the massive cum. "Please, oh shit, yeah, oh fuck I'm so horny!" My sobs died down, as the painful cum passed me, dying embers slowly cooling off in my crotch and lungs and muscles.

I was sort of mad now, my Daddy letting me do this without fucking me like I needed. So I used some last words to hurt. "Jack," I said adamantly, smiling into the camcorder, "I know you have what I want . . . so, I think Jack should just come over to my house, and Kristen is going to let Jack fuck her tight little teen cunt dry, all night, it's going to be so good for you baby! So come and fuck me Jack, I'm waiting!"

Blowing a kiss to seal the deal, I winked at Jack -- and I mean, at the camcorder, not Daddy -- to prove my lust for him.

Daddy shut off the camcorder, and I remained there on the bed, nude, balled up in pain. But Daddy just stood there, and I seized the moment. I laid back flat again, spreading open my legs, showing him my slender naked body, my little breasts and my gushing wet, pink young cunt. "Daddy," I whined in a high voice, "are you really going to show that to Jack?" I wasn't sure I wanted to, but, I wanted to tease him if he wasn't going to fuck me. Punish him, you know.

My father closed up the machine, still standing in front of me, his eyes roving over my slender legs and trimmed naked pussy. "Sure, baby, if you want me to," answered my father softly, "isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah!" I pouted for him, to make that I was serious. "I really want to get fucked good . . . and I guess, if you won't, Jack can do it good, right?"

"Baby." He put the camcorder down on his dresser, looking against at the petite slender frame of his nude daughter, begging him to fuck her. He shook his handsome face softly. "I -- you know -- please, don't--"

I spread my legs even more, pulling my knees up alongside my chest, keeping my knees flat on the bed though, really stretching open my hole. It hurt, but if he wanted to put his cock in it, I wasn't going to stop him. "Daddy, I'm so ready, so wet, please," I begged, probably a little too pathetically. "You can't tell me you don't want me . . . I know you do, I know it."

He laughed, looking off, not denying me. I was right; he wanted to fuck me.

I tried again. "Please, Daddy . . . just this once, that's all, I won't ask again . . . just, please, come over here, fuck me, FUCK me, your daughter really, really needs you . . . it'll be so good, so fucking good, Daddy."

My eyes tracked his movements like radar, watching him keep his distance from the bed, but the massive bulge in his shorts was twitching on its own, dying for my attention. He must have been in real pain, not touching his huge boner -- and knowing I would do it for him, knowing it would feel so good.

Smart daddy, he came up with a solution.

"Baby," he grunted, leaning backwards against the dresser, staring at me, his big cock really jutting out to make a large tent in his shorts, "look, no, we can't -- but -- you know, I mean, what you just did . . . I guess, fair is fair . . . I mean, if you want me to."

I was a horny 18 year old, I had no idea what he meant. "What's fair, Daddy?" I asked with a whine.

Then, he did it. He pushed his shorts down -- and I groaned, seeing his over-eight inches of thick, hard, pulsating cock sticking straight out, right at me. It was so fucking fat; it looked even larger than this past Monday, when he was about to fuck me with it. Daddy showed me how hard I made him, standing there, sticking his erection directly at me across the room, watching my face as I stared at and admired his beautiful cock. I complemented it a couple of times, and he grinned. "You do make me so hard," he admitted, his firm fist wrapping around it, "I have to cum so bad, Kristen, you've got me so hard."

I bit my lower lip, watching him masturbate himself across the room. It wasn't fair, that huge dick so close and yet so far. "Come here, Daddy," I panted, lusting for his naked body, laying back flat again and really spreading open my legs to fully expose my twat to him, "come fuck your little girl, Daddy, your daughter needs you!"

Daddy did wander over, but he remained standing on the floor, staring down at me, his hand pumping up and down his cockshaft furiously. The muscles in his lower arm bulged out, while he beat his meat, and his sexy brown eyes gazed directly at my pussy while he imagined himself fucking me. He began to pant, deep, coarsely, and his hips and body swayed with the rhythm of his fist up and down his penis. "You're so pretty, honey," my father moaned to me, eating me up with his eyes.

The sight of his strong fat fist around his enormously large prick was incredible, I couldn't stop watching it. I was hardly breathing, seeing him jerking himself off looking at my body. I wanted to fuck him so badly but this was a pretty erotic moment too. "Fuck me, Daddy," I begged again, knowing he wasn't going to do it.

He was so hard, he didn't last long. A few strokes later, he groaned, stepped back, and his cock erupted with a stream of hot semen onto his bedsheets. It wasn't anywhere close to me. He kept pumping his fist, and white-hot goo kept squirting out of the eye of his pointy cockhead. Daddy worked his cock furiously, up and down rapidly, drawing out his orgasm. I watched his beautiful penis pump out torrents of his sperm, which coated his hand by the time he was done, also having made a few streaks of it on his bedsheets directly in front of his body.

"Daddy!" I frowned, smelling the unique scents of his orgasm, and still not having his cock in my cunt. "Daddy, please, just once?"

Having cum for me, Daddy could think more clearly. Men are like that, I guess. "Baby," he said, stepping back, hand still on his penis, "I think you need to go take a shower . . . get ready for bed, right?" He and I both paused, staring at each other silently, both naked and so wanting each other, yet we were not going to be together. With a calm, understated voice he put and end to the events. "That was pretty amazing, baby" he cooed, "I'll give the video to Jack when I see him next, probably Monday."

Lying back on sweaty, stained bedsheets, my body aching and my legs spread open, I pouted and sought his forgiveness. "Daddy," said the horny slut on his bed, "you're not mad, are you?"

His smile was genuine. "No, baby." His eyes looked over my little boobies and slender waist, and my waiting cunt, before saying more. "You're amazing, you're perfect -- trust me, Jack will be very interested."

As he disappeared down the hall to the bathroom, I started crying. Yeah, crying. Jack could go fuck himself, for all I cared. I wanted Daddy, and my Daddy wanted me too -- except, problem, Daddy also didn't want me at the same time.

I needed to find a way to get past Daddy's resistance -- something that would send his libido crashing over his instinct not to have sex with his own daughter.

And I needed to find out how very, very soon, because I was going to explode if I didnt.



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 07



I could see why my Daddy's eyes were glued in Crystal's direction. As I looked over, my shaved bald cunt in my thong and jeans definitely tingled a little, as I stared at the contours of the parallel ridges of my pretty Latina friend's teenage pussylips in her ultra-tight, faded jean shorts. The shape of her pussy was as obvious as the two stiff nipples on her C-cup tits, stretching out little bumps on her sleeveless t-shirt.

For the first time ever, I saw one of my best friends from school not just as a pretty, playful 18 year old who I liked to hang out with; I understood how her short, curvy body with her round butt, ample chest and big "cocksucking" lips were a fucking turn-on to adult men. No wonder Daddy had a rigid hard-on in his pants, which he was pathetically trying to disguise by leaving his t-shirt hanging over his crotch. The shirt wasn't long enough; there was no doubt that Daddy's cock was raging, it was fully erect from the sight of my female friend's high school body on display in front of him.

And don't think Crystal was oblivious to my sexy, handsome Daddy's attention. I'd always thought Crystal had a thing for Daddy. Then three weeks ago Crystal excitedly showed me the two pictures of Daddy fucking our 18 year old blonde friend Melanie, and I had the feeling Crystal was jealous of Melanie. So when Crystal found out my cheating excuse for a mother would be out of town all weekend at a convention in New York -- boning her fat, ugly business partner David, no doubt -- Crystal sort of invited herself over to my house for all day Saturday, which Crystal repeatedly suggested turn into a sleepover. I mean, I'm 18, I haven't had a friend of mine sleep over in, like, what, two years?

Crystal was using our day together as an excuse to parade her hot Latina body to my horny, wonderful father. She undoubtedly wanted him to give to her exactly what Daddy gave Melanie -- some long-lasting, body-wrenching, deep-pussy fucking from his awesome, over-eight-inch, super-fat penis.

Just like my intense visualization of Daddy fucking Melanie, the image of my sexy father's body crawling over naked Crystal, his stiff fabulous erection pushing into her 18 year old Latina punta, made me extremely horny. I found myself closing my eyes, picturing her incredibly round tits bouncing on her slender chest, her pretty face contorted in pain as she felt her tight teen cunt being stretched open and violated by Daddy's sensational, long, fat penis, driving deeper into her wet twat.

My eyes continued to gazed at the outlines of Crystal's pussy in her tight jeans, as she lounged back on the white wicker chair in our backyard patio, and I had new thoughts swirling around in my head. The photos on Daddy's cellphone, of my cousin Riley having sex with her friend Courtney. The hot adult stranger Thom, who fucked me two nights earlier, asking if I'd want to have a threesome with him and some married woman who lives near me. The porn videos my Daddy gave me just last night, which included lots of scenes (or entire disks) of girls having sex with each other.

Okay, I thought to myself, I could see why a girl would want to get naked with another hot, sexy female. Crystal is cute and funny, and she has a dynamite body. Fuck, was I turning into a lesbian? No, I realized; I was just a horny slut all along, and only now finding out about it.

So you'd have thought my reactions to my friend would be more amorous. They weren't.

"What the fuck," I spat at her a half-hour later, as the two of us were in the bathroom washing up for a pizza dinner with my Daddy, "you trying to hit on my Daddy, girl?"

My round-faced Latina friend, with her huge brown eyes and waves and waves of curly, brown-black hair, laughed at my petite half-Asian frame in big mirror in front of us. She was only a couple of inches taller than me, but I'm so think -- smallish 30A chest, tiny waist -- and she's nicely curvy, making her look larger than me. She couldn't have been 20 pounds heavier, but a nice set of C-cup tits and a full head of curly hair -- unlike my straight, jet-black hair -- made the difference.

Her eyes looked at me quizzically, her face betrayed confusion as to how to respond. I think she was surprised I was mad about it; I hadn't expressed any anger that our friend Melanie had gotten to have sex with Daddy, so I think Crystal thought Daddy was fair game. I was the daughter, not the girlfriend; why would I care who my Daddy stuck his dick into? "Now why would I hit on a married man?" my friend finally answered in her throaty voice, giving me a shrug of her rounded shoulders. "You know I've got a man."

No, she had a boy -- not a man. Crystal's boyfriend was a high school senior, like the two of us. That's not a man. "I dunno," I mused to her, not looking into her eyes in the mirror but down at my hands as I washed them. "Maybe 'cause Mel told you he fucked the shit out of her, and your teenie boy 'man' can't give it to you like a real man can."

Crystal exclaimed a loud huff, pretending to be shocked. "Babygirl, that's your Daddy you're talkin' about!" She tugged her hairbrush though her thick cascading hair, studying me in the mirror. "If your Daddy can't take his eyes off of my hot titties and booty, that's his fuckin' problem." She paused, adding a dig -- "I mean, your Daddy obviously has a thing for girls our age, it's not my fault I got what he wants."

She's such a tease, and she knew it. Proud of it. I admired that about Crystal. Just not at that moment.

Before I could say anything, she worked to ameliorate my feelings. I felt her arm reach behind me and hug my sleight frame, as she put her cheek to my forehead and waited for me to look at her face in the mirror. "They all want what we got," she purred happily, "that's why girls rule, ya know."

I smiled and nodded, but I was thinking -- yes, true, however, they got what we want, too. Those big, awesome cocks, that fit so nicely into our tight teenage pussies.

It still drove me crazy, throughout dinner and then cleaning up afterwards, that my handsome, loving Daddy's deep-set eyes were constantly focused on Crystal's awesome round little buttcheeks and ample orbs on her chest. Drove me fuckin' nuts.

It sucks when you lust to fuck your hot father, and he's off fucking and staring at your best friends. Really sucks.

* * * *

Three hours later, around 9:30 p.m. Crystal and I were in my bedroom, the door closed, both of us relaxing after a busy day. The mall, a movie, dinner with Daddy, a walk around the lake. I was really tired from a long week, which included fucking Mom's fat ugly business partner David on Tuesday, then fucking a stranger Thom in his hotel room on Thursday, then fucking myself with a hairbrush while Daddy videotaped it just last night, Friday. The sex with adult men was wearing me down, my petite 18 year old body wasn't used to that kind of athletic endeavor. Still, i figured we'd be up for hours, watching movies or whatever. So I was conserving my energy, relaxing while sitting back on my bed, just chatting with her.

Crystal seemed to have a bit more in her tank. "What the fuck is this?" my cute friend exclaimed with a burst, standing over a pile of junk next to my desk. Her bewildered, excited exclamation made my drop my iPod, which I was reprogramming while sitting on my bed. With a sudden twist, Crystal turned around and made my jaw drop. In her hands was the box of my father's porn DVDs. She was smiling ear to ear, grinning like she just discovered gold.

Daddy had given those to me just last night, so his horny daughter could have something to pleasure my constantly-aching vagina, and I wouldn't be trying to get naked with him, and make him commit some incestuous taboo act that he really did want to do but couldn't bring himself to do. Something like that, at least.

I was going to lie, but, I didn't. I mean, the titles were written in Daddy's penmanship across each of the disks -- "Girls Who Fuck Girls"; "Big Cocks, Little Cunts"; "Don't Tell Daddy, No. 16"; "Slutfest"; "Amber And Her Sisters"; "Asian Sluts No. 10 -- Big White Meat"; "Don't Tell Daddy, No. 5"; "Young, Stupid And Horny, Just Like We Like Blondes"; "Asian Lesbian Whores Who Fuck Cocks Too." It's not like I could say anything to disguise what the disks contained. "That's, um, porn," I blushed, quietly, not looking at her. But then the stupidity of my answer made me cackle, and looking up, she was laughing too. I turned my guilt into an attack. "Are you that stupid, girl, Crystal, look at the fucking titles!"

"Mmm!" She held up a DVD, reading the handwritten title through the clear case. "Young Asian Cocksucking Sluts . . . gee, I didn't know you were a porn star, Kristen."

Probably I should have felt guilty that she discovered it, but she and I shared a lot of secrets so I wasn't going to hide what she already figured out anyway. Still, I had to lie a little. "That's my Dad's -- I, um, kind of discovered them, and I was going to put them back before he found it missing -- I hope he hasn't gone looking for it, but with you here --"

My friend was already diving into the couple of dozen titles, jumping onto my bed and sitting on her ankles near me while reading each and every one. Most of the titles made her laugh, but she paused at the one that was called "Huge Fucking Throbbing Cocks For Utterly Slutty Girls." She stopped her search and put down the box, excitedly showing me the video. "You seen this one? Sounds like fun," she cackled, studying the otherwise blank disk in the clear plastic sleeve.

I hadn't seen any of them; I'd only had them 24 hours. I had a chance to watch them last night but my mind was elsewhere -- specifically, thinking about my Daddy's awesome eight-plus-inch, super-thick cock. Instead, looking at Crystal holding one of the disks, my mind recalled the first porn I watched, with one of my boyfriends; it really opened my eyes that people would record that shit, but it turned me on so much and the orgasm he gave me was way better than when it was just his dick without porn to stimulate me. Unfortunately no cock was in the room to take care of me, so I wasn't really thinking about using it. "I haven't seen that one," I said, using a calm soft tone to show I wasn't a porn addict, "actually, I haven't seen any of them, I just found the box, is all."

"Oh you fucking lie," my curly-haired Latina friend snickered, looking around my room then spying my laptop on my desk. "So, c'mon, let's see what's on it! I love movies of big cocks, like the inhumanly-big ones."

"But--!" I reached out to stop her, as if to keep her away from my bed, but that wasn't going to happen. She was already returning from my desk with the laptop, trailed by the power cord stretching across the room. Crawling onto the bed she plopped the computer between us, sitting with her back against the headrest and wall on the other side of the queen-size bed from me, the computer basically between our knees. Opening the drive to drop the DVD into the computer she ordered me with a hush, "Go lock the door." Obviously, we were going to watch porn together now.

Seeing porn with a female friend -- and me being a girl who never, ever had any sexual experience with my female friends -- seemed pretty innocuous. If Crystal wanted to watch, that was fine with me. It would kill a little time and be relaxing, and hopefully it wouldn't want me to go down and fuck my father.

Returning to my bed after doing as Crystal asked, I sat next to her leaning against the backboard. We were both still dressed from the day -- she had on her skin-tight Capri jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt; I was wearing black booty shorts and a pink babydoll. A couple of feet of empty space separated us, it wasn't like we were hooking up to watch porn. By contrast, when I had watched porn with my boyfriend, we had both been naked and were fondling each other's genitalia from the outset.

"Daddy," I moaned, pulling my knees back farther, giving him more space to lie on top of me, pushing his incredible erection deeper into my cunny. His fit, sweaty body pumped above me, I was watching his flat abdomen ripple in waves as he thrust forward and stuffed his penis farther up my teenage cunt. As he moved forward I could feel the pressure deep in my aching vagina, and against my soft buttocks his balls brushed me to show me how deep he was. His eyes were ravaging my small breasts, staring at his horny daughter as he fucked me faster and faster. He'd been fucking me for an hour this way, not stopping, pumping his loving erection into me thousands of times by now, giving me dozens of orgasms that kept flowing out of my erotically-overcharged cunt, feeling so in love with my handsome and sweet and sexy father. "Fuck me harder, Daddy," came my cries as tears dripped out of my slanted large brown eyes, staring up at the man I adored as he fucked me the way I wanted it.

Watching the porn video with Crystal, that fantasy about my Daddy was about all I could think about. Adult men shoving their spectacular large erections into lusty young girls, most of whom seemed to be about our age, like 18 to 20. The guys were pretty much all handsome, muscular adult men in their 30s; their cocks were enormous, and the girls screamed in delight as they got fucked. It reminded me a lot of grownups David and Thom fucking my petite body that week, only, my thoughts weren't about the sex I'd had -- they were focused on the sex I wanted to have.

We'd been watching for about 20 minutes or so, and now we were on the fourth scene of the movie; Crystal would fast-forward some of the "boring" stuff, as she called it, like blowjobs. She got into seeing the enormous, adult pricks shoving into tight shaved pussies, making the girls arch their backs and stick their fake balloon breasts into the air. I was so fucking wet too, at the sight of the hot girls, but the images of those monstrous adult pricks made me think of only one thing -- my Daddy. Crystal re-ran the ends of the scenes, when the guys would haul out their fat cocks and squirt hot white semen on the girls' faces or big fake tits.

"Oh shit yeah," Crystal moaned, as the fifth scene in the movie started to play out. Her small Latina ass was softly gyrating as she sat next to me on her butt, her back against my headboard, her thighs pressed together. Seriously, by now I could smell the sharp, fish-like odor of her wet pussy coming from inside her jeans. It didn't bother me, because I was just as horny from the movie as she was. Looking over at her, I saw her cute face from the side, with her eye glued to the computer laying on the bed between our legs. She has a small, ski-sloped nose, and wide temples above a small triangular chin. It kind of looks like her face is pushed in, you know, that way. And her tons and tons of brown-black curly hair fell around her shoulders, making her small face even more tiny. Her lips were thick, and their naturally pink color. With her broad smile showing dazzling white teen, Crystal really was pretty.

The fifth scene was different, because we found ourselves looking at two young girls and a hot guy, all sitting around an outdoor backyard pool in the hot sun. The other scenes had all had only one girl, each with one or two guys. So this was the first "FFM" threeway. The girls were in the shallow part of the pool with the naked guy standing up between them, his penis just a few inches above water level, and the girls were taking turns stroking and sucking his 9 inch erection. The guy was a fucking stud, with huge muscular shoulders and arms, and a ripped six-pack on his tummy that I just wanted to lick. The two girls were blonde white girls, sporting very dark tans, their hot little asses sticking above the water as she bent over to suck the guy's dick.

"That girl looks like Debi," snickered my Latina friend, referring to a stuck-up blonde girl in our class who was always flirting with the stud jocks at school. Crystal and I weren't nearly in Debi's circle. That was now alright to me, because I'd let Debi hit on the teenage boys while I had discovered that the real good sex was with experienced adult men.

Watching the two blonde girls on the computer monitor sucking the man's awesome penis, I heard Crystal sigh deeply, her brown eyese focusing like me on the big penis. For a brief moment her hand darted between her thighs, sliding over her crotch of her jeans, just quickly. I could tell she was suffering, her pussy wanted attention but she didn't dare fondle herself sitting next to me.

She fast-forwarded the movie a bit, stopping when one of the girls was nude sitting on the pool deck, legs spread, the second girl down between her legs eating her pussy. I'd seen girls eating pussies in these porn movies before, it doesn't turn me off. The hot stud was behind the second girl giving her cunt his wonderful cock. The camera spent most of the time focused on the first girl getting her pussy licked by the second girl; the first girl was moaning down at her, rubbing her own big breasts, having orgasms in the other girl's mouth.

My cunt was demanding attention too, and like Crystal, squeezing thighs together helps for a little bit but not much after a while. In fact, it was making things worse; I spread my legs open, letting my pussy just soak inside my booty shorts as we watched the movie. The smell of Crystal's wet cunt near me was not helping either.

Our eyes met, for a brief second; she was smiling watching the movie, while I must have had a pretty serious look on my face. When her eyes rolled for a split second towards me, catching me looking at her face and the roundness of her breasts in her sleeveless t-shirt, I suddenly couldn't resist a new temptation I had never before imagined.

I asked her in a playful, giggly, wishful voice, "You think that's hot?"

My friend bit her lower lip, turning again and this time staring at me now, not looking away like she did a moment ago, and she blushed. Her already-big brown eyes grew even larger, and she snickered in her high-pitched voice. "Stanky hot!" she exclaimed, which for her meant, about as sexually hot as it can get.

The floodgates opened; my impulses took over, like they had been doing all week.

I swear, I wasn't myself. Or, maybe, I was finally being my true self -- a stanky slut.

I launched my small half-Asian frame onto my horny Latina friend, my hand darting directly for the crotch of her jeans at the same time my mouth and face moved over her ample chest. My eyes were staring at the big rounded orb of her breast in her t-shirt; Crystal's slender shoulders and ribcage looked particularly unsuited for her fleshy C-cup breasts that dominated her torso. Inside her tight shirt, the tits stretched out the thin fabric, making an absolutely scrumptious vision of teenage breasts for anyone horny enough to take them. I'd never been attracted to a girl's boobs before, but there was one right in front of me -- a girl's boob -- and, in my sexually-energized state, I wanted that tit. My mouth hungered for it; I wanted her to feel attention to her sizzling-hard nipple. So, without any hesitation, my hand at that moment groping her crotch of her jeans, I drove my head for her chest and dropped my open mouth over the top of her boob, instantly mouthing her shape to tease her nipple inside the shirt and her bra beneath it. My lips and tongue, both sopping wet, tasted the dry flavor of her t-shirt, instantly saturating it in my saliva.

No idea what overcame me, I thought to myself, but, I was going with the moment.

Crystal squealed, letting out a hushed but anxious tone of shock and amazement. "Oh, SHIT!"

Three of my fingers, pressed together, furiously ground into Crystal's crotch through her jeans, pressing hard against where her clitoris was; and since she was already very aroused from the porn movie, her hips instantly started rotating wildly in circles under my hand. Her electrified moan grew longer, as she arched her back, pushing her big boob into my mouth. Right away, I could tell, she wanted this too. She wasn't moving away or pushing me off of her. My Latina girl friend rotated a bit to the side so her breast rose up higher, letting me fill more of it in my mouth, while she allowed me to rub satisfaction into her clitoris through her thick jeans. "Oh fuck, oh yeah baby," my friend squealed in her high-pitched Latina voice, those big brown eyes staring at me.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 07



The fact that I was masturbating my girl friend's pussy -- and sucking her tit too -- through her clothing was not lost on me, at that moment. I felt like I was someone else, like my lusty imagination had taken complete control of me, tossed the Real Kristen aside and replaced her with Horny Robot Kristen (gee am I a Number 6 cylon, perhaps). The shapes and smells of her 18 year old petite body with ample breasts was proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac to me. I wanted to really make Crystal feel great, give her what her body wanted.

Munching her boob through her shirt and bra, and fingering her clitty through her jeans and panties, I continued giving her body the muted pleasure for a couple of minutes until suddenly, without any warning, the clothing came flying off. It was like a silent starter's pistol popped and the two of us sprung into motion.

Crystal grabbed her shirt by her hips and pulled it up, pausing briefly to slip her fingers under her bra and yank it off of her torso too -- over her head, not unsnapping it. Her big head of curly brown-black hair was spilling all over. My eyes gazed at the sight of her awesome C-cup breasts, so round and soft, with those big brown nipples and areolae. The moment I realized she was removing her top, I leaned up and put my hands on her crotch to start unfastening her jeans. I'd only unsnapped them and found the handle for the zipper, buried in the tight fabric, when those two big naked breasts appeared in front of me. Her nipples were fucking huge, and her areolae were as big wide circles; my mouth watered at the sight.

She was lying back on my bed now, staring up at my face, her hands reaching for her crotch to help remove her jeans. I allowed her to take control of her jeans, as I leaned back on my knees on my bed and pulled my babydoll off of myself. We were going to get naked together. I looked down to see Crystal pushing her tight jeans down her thighs, showing me her black thong, just as I was reaching back to unsnap my bra. Her wide brown eyes gazed at my soft, small A cup titties, and my eyes now spied her shaved bald teenage cunt when she removed her thong too. Crystal laid back on my bed, spreading her bronze-skinned legs wide open, watching me quickly push my booty shorts and panties together down my slender legs, around my knees, and off of my little feet. 

We were both totally naked now, and totally horny.

Crystal's spread-open thighs and dripping pink cuntlips called to me. Having seen my Daddy's pictures of Melanie's and Riley's teenage vaginas, I already knew I found them sexy -- not like a huge throbbing penis, but alluring in their own way. I'd always loved licking my own juices off of my hands (and the airbrush the night before), so, the prospective taste of another girl's pussy didn't dissuade me. I looked down for a moment at Crystal's nude pussy, dripping with clear beads of desire, while she reached her hands up to me to pull me down to her.

"Come here," my pretty friend moaned, opening her slender short legs even wider, "let's do this thing, baby, I want you so bad."

Her smooth, anxious tone and her lusty words reassured me, and I gave into my horny passions. "You're so fucking hot," I moaned to my naked Latina friend, moving back towards her spread-open body. I purred and grinned at her, dropping to my hands and knees, then dropping farther to plant a kiss on her inner thigh, near her knee. She moaned again, her hands reaching for my head, pressuring me to get my mouth up to her dripping snatch. But I was a tease, taking my time with my first girl, softly kissing and licking a wet path up her velvety-soft inner thigh, tracing my tongue and wet lips from near her knee farther and farther up her leg. As I drew closer to her kitty I could smell her sharp, powerful aroma more intensely, and my mouth really wanted it bad. I was panting hot, heavy breaths on her skin where I made it wet, and I could sense her motions as her ass circled slightly waiting for me to get my mouth onto it.

She screamed in anticipation. "Fuck yeah, girl!" Her eyes were half-closed, anticipating the feeling I was about to give her. "Fuckin' do it!"

My mouth hit her pussylips, my tongue darting out to lick across them. It was incredible; I was actually having sex with another girl. More amazingly, I was loving this, I wasn't nervous or feeling guilty. Instead I was thinking to myself, what would I want, how would it feel on me? Tasting another girl's treasure seemed ridiculous and, yet, so natural; I knew what she was experiencing, I wanted it to be the best for her. I immediately thrust my tongue hard on her warm, sopping-wet clitoris, finding the little knobby flesh buried inside her soft pink hood. Crystal stretched fingers on both of her hands to her pussy, pulling back the skin, exposing her clit to me. Looking up past her huge heaving tits to her smiling beautiful face, my little pink tongue began teasing and tormenting her clit, pushing it around, stroking it and saturating it with my attention. Her ass moved in more rapid circles now under me, and she removed her fingers to clutch my bedspread underneath her nude body.

I slipped my tongue southward, over her soft, silky cuntlips, right to her pussyhole. I knew what she wanted. I thrust my tongue inside, hard, finding the little tight hole deliciously nasty, and tight and warm. I had no idea why my teen boyfriends hated doing this for me; it felt amazing, having Crystal's sopping wet pussy around my tongue. As I sealed my lips on her cuntlips and shoved my tongue into her hole, stretching it farther, I tasted how horny she was, and I felt the little tube inside her hole contracting around my tongue and squeezing it, sucking it almost into the depths of her pussy.

On my fours bent over her crotch, my pussy was dripping juices down my inner thighs. I couldn't help, I reached underneath myself and put two fingers on my own clitoris, rubbing it around, giving it the attention it wanted while I worked on Crystal's vagina.

My girl friend -- or now would I have had to say "girlfriend," maybe -- was quickly building towards an orgasm, her body thrashing around under me, her hips rapidly undulating in jarring motions, even pushing hard up at my face, or moving side to side. I had to slip a hand under her little soft asscheeks, to keep my mouth planted on her twat. Looking still up at her face, I watched her eyes rolling in ecstasy, and her jaw trembling, and her tongue licking her lips while her hands clutched her own big breasts. Her feet went flat on my bed, raising her knees, giving her leverage to pump her ass around harder and faster, fucking my tongue as I thrust it inside her. I'd never eaten a girl's cunt before but I knew exactly what to do, arching my tongue to lick all around inside her pussy, getting her juices smeared all over my chin and cheeks.

"Yessss!" screamed my friend, having an orgasm. Her cunt squirted out a load of juices into my waiting mouth, and I had to swallow quickly because a second mouthful, then a third, then a fourth, came immediately afterwards. She unloaded her orgasm into me and the whole time she sucked in air wailing, her body stiffening as the flames shot through her muscles and limbs.

Crystal wanted me to keep eating her, she remained on her back on my bed, legs opened, hands around my skull, pressing my mouth against her cummy twat. I loved doing it, licking her teenage pussy, making her feel so loved and so sexy. My Latina fuck-buddy pinched her hard long nipples, wincing at the pain she was inflicting on herself, making her even more horny. Her body continued to quake with orgasms; after eating her just a few more minutes she had a second cum, then a third.

She found herself grunting in animal approval at the orgasms, as the third subsided. "Fuck you," she screamed at me with affection, "oh fuck, Kristen, you're so fucking good, that was so fucking good!"

I don't know, the instinct just took over. I had an image in my head and I was playing to it; sort of Plato's perfect form of sex, if you will. When she caught her breaths, I rolled her onto her stomach, then had her lift her ass and spread her knees, so she was upside down and shoving her ass towards me. Her beautiful pink cunt dripped her tasty liquids down those bronze, soft thighs. She had her face and shoulder buried in a pillow, making her body in an inverted "V" shape, her legs wide apart to give me access to her cunt from behind. Like I said, I didn't know why to do this, it just seemed right to me. Thom had done this to me a couple nights earlier, in his hotel room, and I wanted Crystal to try it.

Facing her cunt from behind, her wet clit at the bottom of the pink lips and dark slit, I lowered my chin and went in, licking her pussylips again. I lifted my thumb up to rub her clitoris softly, grinding on it, making her moan and sway her fleshy round Latin ass for me, while I tasted her juices once again. I heard her cry unintelligibly, she was loving the feeling.

I pulled back, staring at her buttcheeks and her wet cunt beneath. I moved my thumb off of her clit, and instead stiffened two fingers and began to slide them into her vagina from behind. My girl friend squealed, feeling the finger-fucking, pushing her ass backwards towards me fingers. The cunt was really tight, I felt the pressure around my two fingers; I probably could have fucked it with one finger, in fact.

My eyes fell on her tight asshole, a little puckered, dark-brown, clean hole above her cunt, between her glistening wet buttocks. Something came over me, a wave of lust. I just did it. With my fingers inside Crystal's cunt, I put my head down and stuck out my tongue, and I began licking her butthole. I had no idea why. It tasted weird and sexy, and the shaking of her body and the screams of delight buried in my pillow convinced me she loved it. I instantly knew why Thom had licked my asshole the other night; it was fucking sexy, both disgusting and wonderful all at once.

Crystal reached under herself, grabbing my wrist, clutching it, pulling me fingers harder into her cunt. My hand hurt, with the two fingers squeezed inside her pussy and my other fingers and knuckles coarsely rubbing against her pussylips and mound. She was humping my fingers, rotating her hips around and around, feeling me fuck her like one of her boyfriends. Her 18 year old pussy exploded again, having another orgasm, I could feel it contracting and crunching my fingers inside, while a torrent of juices slowly seeped out and began to liquefy my palm and wrist. I pulled back from licking her asshole, so I could move down and lick off some of her juices from my hand inside her pussy.

The Latina flipped over again, on her back once more, her hands sliding under my thin sweaty armpits. She was pulling me on top of her, and my wet cunt was dying for contact with her. I spread my legs and lowered my pussy, placing it hard on the bone of her thigh, while Crystal was taking me into her arms. It just happened, our kiss, our lips pressing together and both of us moaning like girls in love. Tongues shot out, and she began tasting her pussyjuices in my mouth, while we made out like boyfriend and girlfriend there, arm in arm, her sopping wet cunt against my hip and my pussy rubbing for attention on her leg bone.

The moment was so new to me, so totally unexpected; I was fucking wet for one of my girl friends, my cunt was dying for her to satisfy me. My whole body, in fact. Keeping my pussy pressed against Crystal's slender soft thigh, I broke our wet mesmerizing kiss and crawled upwards on her, leaning my torso up, sliding one of my aching hard nipples into her mouth. I stared down at her pretty face, seeing her mouth open instinctively and let me dip my boob inside, where her slithering pink tongue slid out and began caressing my hard little knob with soft tender licks. "Ooh fuck yeah," I grunted, wanting more, pushing my A-cup breast into Crystal's mouth and lips, feeling her begin to suckle on my nipple as her lips sealed on the soft flesh of my orb. My cunt was throbbing, and rubbing my clit and pussylips on her naked hip was not very satisfying. I felt her small hands sliding on the backs of my thighs, moving around, until they came to rest on my little round buttocks. My 18 year old female friend was feeling up my ass; it was very erotic, and I hoped for her too.

"Oh fuck," I panted, pulling my tit off of Crystal's mouth, leaning above her, staring down as she looked up at me. I was fucking turned on, while Crystal was blushing and giggling with a little panic. It was all new to her too. I didn't care. "You're so fucking hot," I muttered as I rose to my knees, legs spread, my pussy dripping juices between my slender thighs, "look how fucking wet you've made me -- you ready to eat a wet Amerasian pussy, baby?"

Crystal's huge brown eyes glistened up at me, not shying away. "Oh shit, yeah, Kristen, c'mere honey!"

Almost jumping on her, I crawled forward and plopped my hips above her face, legs spread wide open, squatting on her mouth. I grabbed my headboard for leverage and stared down, lowering my twat to her tongue, then I felt her begin to lick me. Fuck it felt good. "Ohhh fuck!" My head fell back, my long black hair cascading down my slender back, my eyes closing and mouth sucking in air. "Yeah fuck me Crystal!" Humping her tongue like a little penis, I wiggled my hips around until I felt her tongue against the hole of my pussy, and shoving down harder on her mouth she stuck her tongue up, and began to fuck me with it. Crystal's feminine little tongue seemed to know what to do, stretching upwards to fuck my wet hole, while my clitty brushed hard on her upper lip. I shrieked in delight. "Oh fuck yeah!"

Her small hands were gripping my clenched nude buttcheeks, feeling my body wiggle and gyrate over her mouth, as I filled her nose with me scents and thrust my cunt over her mouth. She was eating me rapidly, pumping her tongue in and out, bringing me towards an ecstatic conclusion. "Don't stop!" begged the horny slut riding Crystal's tongue, "fuck me, yeah, don't stop!" I was really moving insatiably fast, screwing her face, really mashing my cunt down hard on her tongue and lips, almost like using her mouth as a toy while I masturbated. Faster and faster I fucked her tongue and mouth until my juices were ready to flow. I screamed to let her know it. "Oh shit baby, here I cum!"

My orgasm exploded, and I felt juices flush out of my hole to fill her mouth and cover her face. My body felt weak as the energy electrified every corner of my body, and I had to grip the headboard extra hard so I wouldn't fall off her mouth. "Fuck yeah! Oooh yeah!" The orgasm was long; I panted and grunted sitting on her, shaking uncontrollably through the hot, draining cum.

It was fucking hot, but you know, it wasn't as good as having a cock in me. I knew it, even as I was still cumming on my girl friend's face.

I thought, what could do the trick, to provide the feelings of a cock to two girls having lesbian sex? There was the bag of pussy-sized veggies, which Daddy bought specifically to be inserted into my cunt, that I still had unused, sitting under my desk. I should have put them away in the kitchen or refrigerator, but at the moment, I was glad I had been lazy.

I forced myself to crawl off the bed, saying, "Wait a sec," as I retrieved the light-brown plastic grocery bag. Crystal hadn't noticed it before, and she looked at me with wide brown eyes, curious as to what I had. I laughed, half-embarrassed, as I reached in and pulled out a cucumber. It was nicely thick, but not too fat; it was long, giving good space to clutch one end while the other bulbous tip could be sliding into something wet and tight. I held up the veggie for my naked Latina friend, and she cackled seeing it, reaching forward to peer into the bag and see what other goodies it held. Daddy had picked them well the night before. There was another similarly-sized cucumber. Three big, long carrots, with really fat ends. Two really, really thick zucchinis. A half-dozen, perfect-rippened yellow bananas. And two sweet potatoes -- with really fat blunt ends on one side, and the other tips were more narrow but long. Hard as stone, too.

"Holy fucking god!" my horny friend snickered, taking stock of the contents of the bag, "what the fuck you don' with all these up here, you little pervie!"

"Mmm," I moaned, taking the chosen cucumber firmly into my fist, crawling towards the other naked slut on my bed, "I'll show you, baby."

Crystal was already there, smiling ear to ear, surprised but totally committed. She laid back on my bed, her hair all over my pillow, as she pulled her bronze knees wide open to expose her bald teenage pussy again for me. I cuddled up next to her bent leg, lying on my side, taking the long green shaft and pushing the slightly yellow-green, rounded tip to Crystal's vagina. She giggled again, lifting her head to watch, as I rubbed the tip along her swollen, glistening pussylips, even teasing her protruding little clitoris with it, soaking her pussylips all over the vegetable's skin. "Mmm," I purred again, loving the sight of the big toy about to fuck my friend, "I bet this will feel fucking good, baby."

Then I just shoved the cucumber into Crystal's pussy, stuffing it hard a couple of inches, literally stretching open the girl's tight teenage cuntlips.

"Oh shit!" screamed my friend, her hands shooting down to grab my wrist, but for leverage and not to push me away, "holy fucking shit baby!"

I gathered my strength, bending my sleight arm, pushing the converted dildo into Crystal's gushing wet vagina bit by bit. I again thought about how it would feel, if she was doing it to me. I twisted the cucumber side to side, twirling it in soft gentle motions, as I pumped it into her pussy a little at a time. The resistance from her tight cunt was amazing, I could feel it trying to push back, trying to shove the invading toy out of her hole. But Crystal's hot hips were flying around in circles, and she was biting her big lower lip and arching her back, trying to have sex with the veggie in my hand. Hearing her moans grow, I knew she loved it, I continued to push the cucumber into Crystal's pussy until I had a good four or five inches inside of her.

Fuck, it was so thick, stretching open her pussy so wide. Even Daddy's cock wasn't quite that thick, I didn't think; that vegetable was super-human, really screwing Crystal hard. She was wildly gyrating now, letting me masturbate her with the thick green shaft, she pulled her hands off of my wrist and threw them above her head, behind my pillow, arching her back more and shoving those big teenage tits into the air. "Awww, shit!" she panted, not trying to be too loud but letting out the lust building in her belly. My arm was hurting already, my hand aching from holding the cucumber at one end, but I kept fucking her with it, staring at it stretching open her pink lips, knowing how good it must have been feeling as I fucked her with it.

I wanted to feel it too, my pussy was dying to be fucked by something long and hard. "Here," I commanded, grabbing one of her arms to guide her hand down to the cucumber. Crystal took it from me, fucking herself with the veggie, while I sat up for a quick moment to grab the bag of grocery dildos. I already knew what I wanted. I ripped off one of the bananas from its bretheren, then I crawled backwards on my bed until I was lying across Crystal's lap, my back facing her and Crystal's pussy fucking the cucumber right in front of me. I had my armpit over her flat tummy, my arm able to reach forward and take back the cucumber from her.

As I started fucking her with the cucumber again, lying on my hip, my other hand reached into my crotch and poked the bottom of the banana against my own aching vagina. I was going to fuck that piece of fruit, I wanted it so badly. I felt the yellow corner of the long shape rubbing my moist cunthole, and with a little shove, the banana slid into my pussy. I was fucking it! It felt welcome, such relief -- not a male cock, but, something thick to probe into my tight teenage cunt, give me some relief, let my cunt squeeze it and cum around it.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 07



Crystal was on fire, her pussy streaming with juices that coated the cucumber and my hand, and ran in drips down her asscheeks and thighs. The smell was divine, she was so fucking horny. I didn't have the leverage I had a few moments ago, so pushing the cuke into her cunt was not so easy; but I gripped it with the liquids all around it, twisting it around, sort of just pushing it in and not really pumping it. She was fucking close to cumming, the way she was screaming and gasping. The sight of her wet pink clitty made me go for it, and I leaned forward, tongue out, flicking across her clitoris while I was shoving the fat cucumber into her adoring vagina. Crystal really screamed at that, I felt her hand grab my nude ass to her side while her other hand pulled her knee far to the side, exposing her cunt more to me. I tasted her musky wet clitty, teasing it by flicking just the tip of my tongue over it, around and around, while her pussylips stretched to take the thick cucumber deeper into her pussy. I rammed the banana hard into my own cunt, going in a good four inches, feeling it provide a little relief to my cock-hungry twat.

My friend thrashed with an orgasm, squeezing the cucumber so hard it started to slide out, I really had to grab it and keep it shoved into her cunt while she cried to the end of her climax. Squeezing the hard cucumber in her gushing pussy left her breathless, she almost choked, trying to regain her breaths, almost fearing her breathing had stopped forever.

Next thing I knew, Crystal was pulling me on top of her, in a "69" position. I'd done this with Thom about 48 hours earlier, and made him cum in my mouth. Now, I was fucking her pussy still with the cucumber, staring down at it, while I felt her grab the banana from my hand. It's not what she wanted. The banana launched off the bed onto my floor somewhere, discarded by my lusting female guest, and she was already reaching into the plastic grocery bag for another device. I looked over, laughing, seeing her take a carrot out.

A carrot? That's not that thick.

Not for a pussy, it isn't.

She didn't wait. With my knees spread around her head, my small tight half-Asian ass in the air, Crystal immediately touched the blunt, thick end of the carrot -- the top, I guess -- against my pussylips, but just to get it wet. Moments later, I felt the hard veggie move upwards, between my asscheeks, and a second later, I had the most erotic feeling of that carrot at the hole to my butt. I screamed in shock, leaning forward as if to move away, but Crystal did it, pushing the lubricated carrot into my butthole. Fuck it felt strange! The pressure in me was intense, moreso than Thom's finger had been two nights earlier. The carrot was fucking hard, without relief, as it shoved an inch or two inside my butthole.

Crystal's mouth was simultaneously on my clitoris, licking juices off of it, sucking it into her thick lips, before sliding upwards and shoving her teenage tongue into my aching cunthole. I rammed my hips back, shrieking, loving it. Crystal was eating my pussy while she was pushing the carrot into my butt.

You won't believe the fun we had doing this. I had three or four orgasms for sure, first from the carrot in my ass and the cunnilingus she was performing, then a few minutes later from a zucchini in my cunt, and finally from a sweet potato that Crystal shoved into me. That potato was fucking unadulterated lust, let me tell you. First, it's like hard as a rock, so it hurts going in -- my cunt can't squeeze it like a cock, it just goes into me as thick as it is. Second, it's shaped for fucking. Crystal could grab the wide blunt end, shaped like the head of a baseball bat or something, getting good leverage on it. The other end was more narrow and a little pointy, like a nice dildo, which she shoved a good four inches into my pussy. It got thick fast and that stretched open my cunt too, and the horny Latina began hammering it into me, fucking me hard with it, pumping her arm and shoving the hard root in and out of my amazingly horny pussy. I came so hard around that sweet potato, twice.

Meanwhile, I used the cucumber on her pussy, later joined by another carrot I shoved into her butt, so she got double-penetrated under me. I was leaning back a lot to fuck the veggies in my own pussy as I bent on my fours in reverse position over her nude body; but I gave her enough attention holding the cucumber and carrot to fuck her twin holes, going back and forth between them to fuck her hard, giving Crystal some orgasms of her own. The liquids all over her smooth bronze thighs, asscheeks and abdomen sparkled in the bright lights of my bedroom.

"Mi amiga," screamed my slutty Latina friend, "you're so fucking good, I'm so fucking horny!"

The DVD had been playing the whole time on my laptop, shuttled off to a corner of the bed. I glanced over at it, seeing a black guy with an amazing bone -- can we say 10 or more inches? -- stuffing himself into a petite white brunette with super-large fake tits.

Cock. Dang, these veggies were fun, but they weren't cocks.

No, we didn't have a cock in my room.

But, in Daddy's room . . . .

With a scream of pain and relief, I crawled off of Crystal's body, falling to my side, making her remove the objects from my ass and cunt. I was achy-sore, but still so horny, and my cunt was dying for the ultimate relief. Fucking a salad wasn't the real thing. I hoped that Crystal felt the same way too.

We both needed a few seconds to catch our breaths, moaning and purring, then I looked over my shoulder to see her smiling towards me. The mutual satisfaction was amazing.

"I never knew you were a little slut," the Latina slut cackled at me, her mouth so wet from my pussyjuices that she'd been licking.

I sat up, arching my back, watching her gaze at my A-cup little titties. My eyes fell to her naked body in return. Her big tits had those huge long dark nipples; her shaved pussy and all of the soft, bronze skin around it was glistening with her cuntjuices. She had puppy-dog eyes looking up at me, wondering what I was planning next. Behind me, my laptop computer was making muted sounds of the white girl screaming from the huge black cock pounding her vagina. "So," I asked casually, not sure if it was a good idea, ""you wanna have some REAL fun tonight?"

Crystal nodded affectionately, smiling warmly up to me. "Well this is pretty fucking fun -- whatcha mean?"

"Just play along," I commanded exuberantly, climbing off my bed and helping her to do the same, "just follow my lead."

It was the perfect plan, I suddenly realized, to make my hottest fantasies become reality.

Daddy, do I ever have a present for you! 



Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 08



My repeatedly-fucked cunt ached in wonderful pain, and the bedsheets under my naked ass were still soaking wet. Those were the first two things in my sleepy brain, the moment I suddenly bolted awake. Sitting upright in the near-pitch darkness, only a nightlight on the wall to cast a pale amber glow over Daddy's bedroom. My throat is what woke me up; it was still raw from being violated by a couple of huge adult cocks that evening, fucking so deep they penetrated my neck. My mouth was also try, and the flavor of male sperm, teenage pussyjuice and all sorts of sweat mixed together in my mouth had made a stanky mess of aromas in my nose. I needed a drink, is what I thought.

Lying on his stomach immediately next to me, my naked grown-up boyfriend Jack was in a deep slumber. I watched his tight, hairy ass laying unperturbed right next to my petite, half-Asian teenage body; his broad, muscular flat back rose and fell softly with his slow breaths. On Jack's other side from me, stretched out on over half of my Daddy's bed, was the slender nude figure of my new "best friend" Debi. Her long, golden-blonde hair was in tangles, while her 18 year old body lay on her back but her slenger pale-white legs were stretched open in both directions. She had such a fucking sexy body; her B-cup tits were larger than mine, and her shaved pink cunt was a small slit between her slender hips. That cunt had taken adult cocks tonight, for the first time; seeing how fast asleep she was, I figured she was not going to regret that little speech she gave me earlier in the week, begging to come to the next orgy at our house. She'd heard how good they were, and she wanted some hot grown-up cock for herself.

It's always funny, during these orgies we'd been having about every week at our house, so see who ends up sleeping with whom. I mean, during the sex, everyone fucks everyone. I usually get two or three cocks myself, including Daddy. But I might end up sleeping in bed with Daddy, or with Jack my regular boyfriend, or sometimes with one of the other men Daddy and Jack invite over. Hell, last weekend, I slept with this thirty-something married slut, Robyn, who was cheating like a whore that night, fucking Daddy, Jack, two other men, and a teen girlfriend of mine plus me. Then she held me like a baby while she and I spent the overnight hours together in the guest room. I mean, you never know, it's not planned, you just end up falling asleep at some point with whomever you were last fucking.

Stealthily I slipped down the hallway towards the bathroom, pausing to peer into one of the two guest rooms. I heard Daddy's light snoring on the bed; as I looked more closely, I realized he was asleep with Crystal, my Latina friend with the C-cup breasts and awesome round brown ass. He was cuddled up next to her, his tall, masculine, fit body wrapped against her petite high school frame. She was "spooning" with him, her back and butt against his chest, tummy and dick, his arm around her, his face nuzzling the back of her thin neck through her long, curly brown-black hair. They looked so cute together!

Actually, Daddy looked cute with all of my girl friends from school and me, or the other gals we have over. It's so fucking awesome that my bitchy mother left us, to move in with her fat ugly business partner David. That left Daddy and I alone, and we used our time together very wisely. If we weren't fucking each other, we were having lots of other horny adult men, teen girls and adult sluts come over to fuck all weekend together.

The second guest room and then "my" bedroom (on the nights I don't actually sleep with Daddy) were oddly empty. That left a few perverted guys and gals unaccounted for, and it made me curious. Disdaining the sink in the upstairs bathroom, my sore, naked body slipped down the stairs towards the first floor. I had to grip the railing so I didn't fall over; my knees were fucking weak, from all the fucking I'd done. The orgy started about 5 p.m. that Saturday afternoon, and I figured Jack, Debi and I were all ending the party with a very erotic threesome -- lots of girl/girl fucking besides Jack pounding the shit out of our high school cunts with his amazing adult penis -- until well past midnight. In between all of that, I'd been getting screwed by cocks, tongues, fingers and toys pretty much nonstop. I tell you, these orgies we have are fucking insane. That's why the snotty hot bitches at school like Debi were begging me to invite them; teen boys don't give sex like this, no fucking way.

I went from being the petite,straight-A, half-Thai nerd on the science and math clubs, to the hostess of the hottest fuck-fests in the school. Not a lot of kids knew about these, but the "in" crowd did. Only, few got "in" to our parties. I had to actually like the girls. I have standards.

The first floor of our darkened house was completely empty, leaving the basement as the likely location of the remaining party guests. I slipped down there next, walking into the recreation room immediately at the foot of the steps. There, on the leather sofa and the thick carpeting, I found the rest of the party. On the sofa, the meaty, burly naked hulk of one of my Daddy's friends, Rocco, was sleeping on his back, cuddled up with my blonde friend Melanie in his arms. On the carpet were the other three -- Jimmy, a thirty-something married stud with the most amazingly hot body ever whom Daddy found on the Internet, sound asleep on his back with his arms on both sides of his fantastic frame filled with my naked brunette cousin Riley (she's in her twenties), and another first-time orgy participant, Debi's slutty blonde pal from another school, Alexis. Daddy really had a hard-on for Alexis; just the way the girl swayed her small butt, with ultra-long, ultra-curly golden hair halfway down her butt and big C-cup tits on display in a teddie as the party started, made him jump her from the outset. For the record, she didn't resist. I was surprised he wound up sleeping with Crystal, whom he fucked regularly at these things and other nights during the week.

My thirsty mouth beckoned for a solution. I quietly made my way past the sleeping masses on the floor, into the bathroom, closing the door most of the way and clicking on the light. I stared at a mess in the mirror. My long, straight, jet-black hair was tangled, totally disheveled from being yanked by Jack and Debi during our final sex session. I saw the dried cum and juices on my smallish tits and slender thighs. Let's see, I had fucked Rocco, Jack, and Jimmy (twice), plus Crystal, Riley and Debi. Oh, and Melanie and I were eating each other at some point, when the whole orgy was in the basement on the floor. Sometimes, you just don't know who's cock or pussy is in your mouth, you know what I mean?

Swishing water to clear my nasty throat and mouth, then drinking some to relieve a tiny nausea in my stomach, I paused to catch my breath standing naked in front of the sink. I must have been half-asleep; I was snapped back to reality when the bathroom door opened slowly, and I saw in the mirror that I was being joined.

Alexis was walking in, her thin face blushing. Her hair was fucking amazing; long, long locks of super-curly, golden strands. Those big round tits looked perfect below her slightly-bony shoulder, and she had a stretched, long frame even though she was only a couple of inches taller than me. Her cunt wasn't totally bald, she left a "landing strip" of trimmed blonde hair right above it.

Seeing I wasn't on the potty, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her, staring at my nude body in the mirror. I didn't have the figure that she had, I'm barely 90 pounds and my chest is small, like my hips and ass. But men love my body, they prove it to me all the time, so I don't feel ashamed about it at all.

I'd never met Alexis before tonight, and we had barely spoken all evening. "This was amazing," she purred to me with a soft, girlish tone, moving to stand next to me at the sink as we looked at each other in the mirror, "I've never had so much fun."

Checking out her big round, pale-white tits in the mirror, with her very pink hard nipples standing at attention, I tingled with an excitement of being naked with a nearly complete stranger -- and a sexy blonde one at that. "Yeah? I'm glad. My Daddy is sure glad you came."

"Hah! Oh yeah!" Alexis snickered, wrinkling her eyebrows and little turned-up nose at me, sharing the thought. "Yeah, he was like, totally onto me for a while -- he was, like, 'It's my house, you gotta be nice to me,' all funny like that -- but, shit, can he fuck." Suddenly she realized who I was and she put her hand on my shoulder, as if to apologize. "Oh, shit, sorry, I mean, your Daddy, I mean--"

Apparently, she didn't know, or was pretending not to know. "What? Of course he's a great fuck -- why do you think I let him fuck me just about every night?"

She did know, but hearing it come from a daughter that she fucked her father all the time still made her laugh. "Oh yeah, I see why, hmm, you're lucky." Then, having her moment with me, her voice dropped a bit. "So, can you tell me -- Debi said you wouldn't let her come, unless she brought me with her."

There was no reason to lie. "Well, Debi isn't, I mean, she isn't exactly my best friend ever. She can be a bit superficial. So I figured, if she wanted to come this week so badly, I might as well make her, you know, work for it, prove she really wanted to come."

"Yeah?" Alexis turned to look at me face to face, not through the mirror, standing inches in front of me. It's a small bathroom we have in the basement. "So, like, I saw you and Debi, and that other guy, going upstairs -- did you, like, you three, you know, get all friendly up in a bed?"

"Mmm hmm." My slanted brown eyes were gazing at the girl's perfect breasts, round and slightly upturned, those stiff pink nipples pointing at me. Her scent was divine; her perfume still rose above the stank of the sex she'd done that night, and I could tell her pussy was aroused, she had that aroma about her. My pussy was tingling too. These orgies had made me so used to being nude with girls my age, it wasn't even necessarily sexual to be here with Alexis, naked in the bathroom. But she sure was pretty, and she made my Daddy very happy earlier that evening. The fact that she and I hadn't fucked together that night -- or, at least, I didn't think so -- was making me turned on. It was like 4 a.m., but there's no time like the present. "Yeah, Debi and me, we had a good time with my boyfriend -- I think he owes me dinner and a movie this week, I let him cum in Debi about like two times."

"No way?" If the girl wasn't interested in me sexually, she was acting strangely, moving a bit towards me, her hot breath tickling my upper chest as she stared down at my slender, light-bronze naked body. "Did you fuck Debi too?"

"Mmm hmm," I answered in my humm again, my eyes glued to the blonde's awesome tits. "She's a little bi slut, isn't she -- you know anything about that?"

Debi's friend nodded, her fingers sliding up and down my upper arm now, as her blue eyes gazed over my petite chest and slender hips. "Oooh, I might, I mean, Debi brought me here for a reason, when you told her she'd better bring someone who likes pussy as well as big cocks."

I was going to make out with this girl, I wanted it so bad. I'm that kind of horny slut. I didn't have to step forward, I just had to look up a little at her smiling face and lean forward. "No," I moaned softly, my hand on her naked hip to keep her steady, as my lips zoomed towards her mouth, "I told her, she better find someone who likes eating teen pussy as much as fucking adult cocks."

Alexis and I kissed, hard on the lips, tongues together, and I felt her hand slip down my body to touch my bald vagina. I spread my slender thighs immediately, letting her two fingers rub my sizzling clitoris, while at the same time I grabbed for her hot butt and squeezed it in my small petite hand. Like I said, the bathroom isn't big, but with the two of us pressed together, standing there kissing, it didn't need to be.

We sucked tongues and moaned against each other, groping asses and tits and fingering each other's wet cunts, for a few minutes until she pulled back, breathless and alive. "Mmm, your Daddy invited me to spend a night this week, with you and him," she informed me with a snicker, "he said I'd really like you -- and I do."

My pussy was on fire, despite having fucked so much that evening, and I knew what I wanted. "That's sweet, baby -- you think you like me enough to spread open and let me eat your hot cunt for a while?"

She was going to sit back on the closed toilet lid and pull her knees back for me, but it wasn't going to be comfortable. I took her hand and the two of us horny teen sluts silently climbed the stairs to the second floor, going into my bedroom, where my empty bed awaited us. It was the site of my first girl/girl sex, when I fucked my Latina friend Crystal about three months ago. Since then, I'd fucked a few girls and a few good men there too. We climbed onto my bed in the near-darkness, making out, finger-fucking each other, until we turned around into a "69" position -- me on top -- and screwed both of our cunts to several wet orgasms apiece.

Like I said, you can't predict with whom you end up sleeping at these orgies. Alexis and I drifted asleep in each other's arms on my bed.

The next morning, Sunday, she woke me up with bright light streaming into my room from the early rising sun. "Come on," she urged, tugging my hand, "you got to join us."

A minute later I was on my Daddy's bed, watching my sexy boyfriend Jack boning blonde Debi's 18 year old pussy doggy-style. He was so hard for her, pounding her little body, making her asscheeks and thighs ripple as he shoved his muscular body forward to stuff his hard cock into her cunt. Alexis and I watched her friend have sex with my boyfriend, until Alexis joined the party by moving over to start kissing and making out with the hot adult pervert. Soon Alexis was on her back, taking Jack's amazing penis into her pink wet kitty, with Debi squatting on Alexis's mouth to get licked to orgasms -- leaving Debi free to make out with Jack now.

I just like sex, I don't care that my boyfriend was fucking two girls he only met the night before. I brought him to the party to have fun; I brought Debi to the party, with a friend no less, to fuck Jack and the other men. It doesn't mean he doesn't love me, or that he would rather be with Debi and Alexis than me. But they are both pretty and sexy, and they were there, available for him to fuck them; he would fuck me later that day, and in future days.

Same way with Daddy. He and I fuck all the time, but he fucks my girl friends constantly. He really likes Crystal, and he's been "dating" this other girl from school -- Amber -- who came to our first orgy but now just wants my Daddy to fuck her a couple times a week. I love Daddy, he'll always be my Daddy. And I'll always be his princess daughter. What we share, no one can ever take from us. So I don't care that he sticks his awesome cock into other sluts, like he doesn't care I get off fucking hung adult pricks -- and, well, those sluts too.

All this from a man who refused to fuck me, despite wanting to, despite having his naked over-eight-inch cock against my nude ass, moments from screwing me. And from videotaping me masturbating with a hairbrush handle, making a video for Jack, when I really wanted Daddy to stuff his dick into my cunt. Daddy loved me, he loved my body, he was horny for me -- but he was my Daddy, he didn't want to live with knowing he fucked his own daughter.

It's amazing, what a few hours can do to completely change around his view. Those few hours changed my life and I couldn't possibly be happier.

"Oh baby," I moaned, pulling Jack's huge adult penis out of Alexis's tight teenage pussy and sucking the juices off of it, tasting her vagina, then letting him slide it back inside the slut. "Baby, cum inside her, pump your cum in her, let me lick it out of her!"

I looked up my boyfriend's sexy fit body, seeing he was still busy kissing Debi, fondling her big teenage tits. It was really fucking sexy.

Suddenly, as I leaned over watching, I felt someone behind me -- crawling onto the bed, grabbing my nude hips. My head snapped around, and I gazed at the delicious sight of my naked father, crawling behind me, his stiff penis ready to fuck his perverted slutty daughter.

"You all are having fun again, huh," he moaned, seeing his friend Jack screwing the two blonde girls, then his eyes gazing down at my small sexy butt. "Mind if I slip in?"

"Oh yeah Daddy!" I purred, raising my ass to him and spreading my knees, getting ready for my loving father to shove his meat into my teenage pussy, "fuck me, Daddy, I'm so wet!"

Father and daughter started having sexy, doggy-style, while on the bed in front of us Jack was taking turns hammering his huge adult cock into Alexis's and Debi's two tight blonde pussies. The smell of the room that early Sunday morning was intense and exotic; then when Crystal joined us twenty minutes later, we had two adult men and four horny teenage girls all nude on the big bed, fucking wildly.

Yes, those few hours three months ago were pretty much the best night of my life, because they made all of this possible.

* * * *

My Daddy peered at Crystal and me, extremely confused, bearing the look of a surprised and interrupted man. My pretty Latina friend and I stood at the foot of his bed facing him, as he sat upright against the headboard, his handsome, fit naked upper body on display to us, only his jogging shorts covering his hips and crotch. He's been checking out Crystal's booty, crotch and titties all day, when he had been with her and me in the late afternoon and early evening at our house. But now, my slender, busty friend and I must have made quite a pair, with the two of us wearing just robes -- both mine, of course -- tightly around our 18-year-old bodies.

I was handing him his camcorder, not so much as a request but reaching across his bed until he crawled towards me to take it. "Here," I directed to him, "we need your help, Daddy."

His playful brown eyes glanced over Crystal next to me; he could see her giggling and blushing, and see her full breasts making large round shapes in my thick, red terricloth robe she was wearing. I had on a satiny, thin knee-length light pink one, with a sort of floral arrangement; it was older and I didn't wear it much anymore, but it clung to my thin hips and little chest nicely. Daddy held up his TV remote and turned off the flat screen on the wall behind us two teenagers, then he tossed the remote aside. His thin, handsome lips turned up with a welcoming smile.

"Help?" he inquired, his thick eyebrow raised innocently, staring at his own digital videocamera I was pushing at him.

I'm sure I had a sense of the ideas swimming in his mind. The very night before, the Friday night, he used that camera to record me masturbating on his bed, as I showed off my body then fucked myself with fingers and a hairbrush to make a video message for Jack. Daddy had set me up with Jack two nights previous to that, and Daddy obviously wanted me to fuck Jack -- so I could stop chasing Daddy's cock. I made the video to beg Jack to fuck me, but really, I wanted Daddy to fuck me. He didn't; he just jerked off in front of me when I was done.

So now, a night later, I'm standing there in robes with Crystal, handing him the same camera. In fact, the tape inside it was undoubtedly still the one from the night before, with me fucking myself. As I'm pushing the device at my father, I was sure he assumed it had something to do with the sex tape he'd made of his nude, horny daughter.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 08



"Yup." I climbed onto his bed on my knees, remaining near the bottom edge, reaching back to hold Crystal's hand and have her join me. Now we were hip to hip facing him, all three of us on his bed. "I need to say something more to Jack, Daddy . . . start the video, go ahead." Crystal didn't say a word, although I'm sure she was confused, she just remained next to me quietly, giggly. She had no idea who Jack was, she'd never met him and I don't think I'd even mentioned him to her. But she had the hots for my Daddy, knowing he fucked our friend Melanie a few weeks earlier -- with Melanie reporting to Crystal that my Daddy had an awesome cock and used it for hours -- and Crystal spent her time around my father flirting and showing off her C-cup tits and hot little Latina ass. I didn't get the sense Crystal wanted to leave.

Besides, for the last couple of hours, Crystal and I had been having our first girl/girl sex in my bedroom. She still smelled like wet pussy; her mouth was undoubtedly filled with the scent of my cunt juices, like mine was of hers. She and I were still fucking horny.

Maybe Daddy knew all that. Did he hear our moaning from my bedroom? I don't know how loud we were; but Crystal and I were fucking each other pretty hard, using some pussy-sized fruit and veggies like bananas, cucumbers, zucchini, carrots and sweet potatoes to pleasure each other's cunts.

Daddy held up the camcorder and I could hear it whirl to life; then the bright white light came on illuminating us, and a small red light next to it, so I knew we were being recorded. Time to play.

Holding Crystal's hand in my hand in front of our bodies, my shoulder leaning into hers, I looked into the camera and flicked back my long, black half-Asian hair with a toss of my forehead. "So, hi again, Jack," I purred in my best vixen's voice, although I hadn't really been a slut for more than a week yet, "this is my friend, Crystal, she's like my best buddy from school, and I thought you might like to see what Crystal and I have been doing, locked in my bedroom for the couple of hours."

Daddy was staring at the camera's rear-side monitor, but when he saw what happened next, his eyes lifted; he had to see this directly for himself, amazed it was happening.

I untied the tight belt around my slender waist and pushed my robe off of my shoulders, revealing my nude 18 year old body to the camera. Crystal must have known it was coming, but she still took in some air and sighed in surprise. Daddy's eyebrow rose again, and his grin grew a little larger. My hands found the belt around Crystal's waist, and she didn't stop me from loosening it; then she and I together pulled the red robe away from her shoulders and torso, it fell, and now Daddy could see my naked Latina friend next to me.

My horny Daddy moaned, finally getting to see the fabulous nude body of my friend, after he'd spent so much time that afternoon picturing her naked, while he had stared at her in her tight jeans and sleeveless t-shirt.

Our high-school-aged tits both sported rock-hard nipples; my A-cup tits had the little brown nipples, whereas Crystal's big C-cup boobs had long fat dark brown nipples and equally large circles. I could feel our nipples touching, as we turned into each other a little. I smiled for the camera, lifting my shoulder to my mouth demurely. "Don't you like Crystal? I sure do. Watch."

The video, in theory, was for Jack's benefit, a further reason for him to go on a date with me sometime. In actuality, it was just a further reason for my Daddy to want to fuck me. But I had to pretend that this was all for Jack, not him.

Crystal felt me turning to face her, she did the same. As our mouths touched, lips together, starting another wet girl-girl kiss, one of her hands curved around my little hips and felt up my small fanny. I lifted one hand to her breast, cupping the large soft tit and feeling its weight in my palm, while my other hand snaked between our bodies and reached for her shaved crotch. She yelped in my mouth, almost breaking the kiss, as she felt my fingers caress her clitoris and slide inside her pussy. A moment later her hand was between my slender thighs too, rubbing my aching pussylips, her one fingertip finding my cunthole and tracing the soft flesh right around it. My hips bucked at the first feeling of her fingers on my well-fucked pussy that evening.

We mutually broke the kiss, and Crystal's big brown eyes darted in my father's direction; she blushed, seeing him admiring us making out naked, holding that camera towards us. I was already leaning down, licking my wet tongue along her neck, causing her to lift her face and moan, offering me more neck, arching her back. I lowered myself and pushed my face against one of her large tits, opening my lips, letting my Daddy see his daughter lick and suck the boob of one of her school classmates. I too looked at my father, seeing him staring at us.

Daddy was instantly approving of this arrangement. He rose to his knees on the bed, towering in height above us to short teenagers, remaining on the far side of the bed by his pillows. His shorts were tented with a massive long bulge, and I was sure Crystal was looking at it anxiously. Daddy kept the camera pointed at us, but that was only an excuse to stare at Crystal and I fucking each other.

Licking down from her tits, I had Crystal lay back on my father's bed, spreading her legs, showing him her 18 year old Latina cunt. I glanced over, seeing him staring at her pussy. His eyes came unglued, stuck at the sight of my tongue nearing it. My girl friend pulled her knees back, lifting her head to watch me, as my tongue slipped around her clitoris and I began sucking and licking the little fleshy thumb at the top of her pussy. I heard her moan in delight, dropping her head back, thrusting her cunt and ass towards my face for more.

"Jack," I moaned to the camera, my mouth hovering above Crystal's wet twat, "I love eating Crystal's pussy, it's so amazing -- don't you wanna watch, does this turn you on baby?"

Immediately I stuck my little tongue out, driving it downward, and thrusting inside Crystal's hole. She shrieked, her body arching as she pushed her pelvis into my face. Hungrily I ate out Crystal's pussy, again saturating my face in her juices, stuffing my little tongue as deep into her cunt as I could stretch it. She was so horny from being fucked by the veggies and me in my bedroom, so it didn't take long to get her fully aroused again. With my hot father watching, she was incredibly horny. I pumped my tongue deep into her pussy, smothering her clitty in my lips and nose, furiously pumping my tongue in and out while Crystal's hips wildly gyrated under me. Soon my girlfriend was cumming, sucking in air as she wailed and exploded, her pussy gushing juices and thrusting up to stuff my tongue deeper into you.

After she orgasmed again, I pulled back and remained on my knees above her, sliding one then two fingers into her twat and finger-fucking her while my Daddy watched, and recorded it.

The trap was set, I thought to myself.

I rotated Crystal around, so she was still on her back, but her cunt was facing my father. She pulled her high school legs as wide open as she could, completely exposing her slit and her asshole to him, reading for whatever I was going to give her. I stayed on my knees at her side, leaning over her body, reaching one hand to her twat and using my fingers to pry open her hood and cuntlips, better showing off her slit. Looking up at the camcorder, I saw Daddy staring hungrily at my friend. "Don't you want this little pussy," I muttered to the camera, but not really to the camera. "Jack, don't you love Crystal's tight little cunt . . . wouldn't you love to shove your big cock in it? Don't you just want to fuck Crystal so hard, right now . . . I bet you really, really want to take out your huge fat adult dick, and shove it in her tight teenage pussy, so deep . . . and show her how much you want to fuck her."

Sitting up on my ankles, arching my back and pressing my naked smallish tits towards my father, I cocked my head and asked directly. "Why don't you take your cock out, and show Crystal how big it is, and fuck her tight little teenage cunt?"

My horny, sex-crazed father looked at me, blinking, his hand not wavering, holding the camera towards me and my nude fuck buddy. He was torn, I could see that; but this temptation was too much. It was exactly what I knew he wanted.

I'd seen all the pictures. He fucked Melanie, my friend; Riley, my cousin, when she was at college; and a girl who used to housesit for me; and older, married women too. He wasn't going to refuse Crystal's tight Latina pussy, no way.

I had to restrain myself from clapping, when I saw him reach over and put the camcorder on the night stand -- facing the rest of the bed, to capture whatever it could before its tape or batteries ran out. Now I was nervous too, but a sense of calm and order dominated my feelings, knowing this was entirely at my control now.

Raising her head to watch, Crystal moaned in delight, just as I sighed, when my father pushed his jogging shorts and underwear down, his thrilling erection jutting out from his flat abdomen. The over-eight inch long, super-fat cock was already rockhard, like concrete, sporting veins and bulges and its pointy head swollen and primed to enter some young cunt. After stripping himself naked, my Daddy stayed there, holding back, letting Crystal and me admire his amazing cock, our young bodies now dripping with lust for his gorgeous penis and sexy, handsome tall body.

Wanting my father to fuck her right in front of me, Crystal spread her legs back even more, gazing at my Daddy's penis. She wanted this from the moment Melanie sent her the pictures of my father's penis, I was sure of that. "Ohhh yeah," muttered my horny friend from school, "you're so fucking big!"

I was so glad she wanted my Daddy. I wanted this too, for my father, and for Crystal . . . and for me, later.

Daddy crawled down the bed towards us, leaning over Crystal, smiling down at her. "Hi there," he purred playfully, making her giggle, "I certainly wasn't expecting this . . . you're so fucking sexy, honey, I've been staring at your hot body all day."

"Yeah?" She arched her back, showing her big tits to my father, keeping her knees spread so wide for him to fuck her. "You're hot too, Mister . . . um, er, Rick, you gonna fuck me now wit' dat big dick of yours?"

He moaned, already touching his huge cock to her cuntlips. "Yeah, honey," he grunted, looking down at her pretty face, the upturned nose and lots of curly black hair, and at her heaving large C-cup boobs on her slender chest. "You look like you're already ready to get fucked."

Then, my father -- my loving Daddy, he's so perfect -- looked at me, smiling right at my young eyes, his face full of adoration. "You're the best, princess," he moaned.

My cunt creamed as he said it to me. "I love you too, Daddy," I purred, holding my breath, waiting to see him stick his dick into my girlfriend.

I watched her legs part to the sides, as my father lowered his nude body on top of hers; and a second later my friend shrieked. "Ahhh!" screamed the teenager, "oooh, shit!" My Daddy's penis was slowly entering her tight, wet teenage cunt, just a little at first; I could see my father's sexy asscheeks clench tight, his hips pause, as he felt the tightness of her vaginal lips. Then he began to ram forward, bit by bit, pushing more cock inside Crystal. The slutty Latina was clutching his big, broad shoulders, her dark little fingers so contrast to his broad, white skin. Daddy was fucking her slowly, getting his meat into her bit by bit, deeper and deeper, feeling how her cunt was gripping his enormous cock.

Daddy's penis was, probably, the biggest thing she ever had inside her twat. "Oh shit!" she kept moaning, her mouth full of saliva, "oh shit, oh yeah, ooh shit, oooh!"

My cunt leaked, as I watch my Dad fuck my friend. I sat back on my ass, legs open, one hand softly teasing my dripping wet pussy while I saw my father's body laying over Crystal and pushing cock inside her cunt. Daddy leaned up now, his strong arms straight down, his flat abdomen pumping up and down. I could see his thick adult shaft now, sliding in and out of Crystal's 18 year old pussy, fucking her deeply, as far as he could thrust it inside. She continued to scream, sucking in air, splitting wide open to take my father's erection.

He looked over at me and my nude body, seeing his exotic half-Asian daughter fingering herself. "You're beautiful," he moaned at me, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, all week . . . you're so fucking hot, Kristen."

I fell in love with him all over again, even as he was fucking Crystal. "Me too, Daddy," I apologized, my eyes closing, my pussy and body really wanting him. "I love you, Daddy," I repeated, meaning every word of it. I was so in love with my father.

His words were like a symphony in perfect balance. "I love you, honey."

We moved together for a kiss, me leaning up on my knees right next to him, while he kept plowing his enormous erection into Crystal's cunt. Daddy and I began making out furiously, him sucking my tongue which I gladly stuffed into his mouth; his big hand reached around me to cup and grope my asscheeks, squeezing both of my little buns in his big strong paw. It was no way a father should kiss his teenage daughter. I melted into my father's mouth, gasping for air directly from his lungs, our lips sealing our mouths together. His hand fondling my nude butt moved around, in front of me, and seconds later my Daddy's strong fingers were rubbing my vagina, right at the hole, teasing me, ready to fuck me. I grunted, "Yesss!" into his mouth, and pressed my pussy against his fingers, spreading my knees, hoping he would start to finger-fuck me as hard as he was fucking Crystal with his cock.

It was the moment I wanted. Daddy was touching my pussy; soon, I hoped, his cock would be deep inside me. I would have won.

On her back, my friend was screaming, "Oh fuck yeah, oh shit, oh fuck!" She was fondling both of her own tits, bouncing around from the massive impacts of my father's manly, strong body into her short feminine frame.

I felt Daddy moving me; at first pushing me, encouraging me, then almost lifting me. He had me crawl to my side, over Crystal, throwing a leg around her head, squatting above her face, my wet vagina inches from her nose and mouth. Daddy continued to kiss me, now with both hands around to cup and fondle his daughter's little teen asscheeks, he and me making out like the lovers we had become. I didn't need more encouragement, I lowered my twat down to Crystal's face, and I felt her tongue reach up to stroke my clitoris; and a second later, she slipped her tongue into my pussy.

We were a sexual triangle. I was being tongue-fucked by my friend, while kissing Daddy; he was still boning Crystal with his powerful, large fat penis. I could hear her grunting under my ass and pussy, cumming I think, completely absorbed by the father and daughter she was fucking.

Daddy pushed my face away from his, and with his strong hands holding my slender frame still, he lowered his mouth to my chest. "Oh yesss," I moaned, staring, seeing my father's handsome face against my little boobies. His tongue stuck out and began to lick my nipple, while he looked up at me. I shoved more tit into his mouth until he swallowed it; my breast sizzled with the warmth of his mouth, I felt his wet tongue dancing over it; my aching nipple throbbed inside the suction he was creating. "Yesss, Daddy!"

I cradled Daddy's head against my chest, thrusting my booby into his warm, wet mouth. The attention from my father to my naked teenage tit was delightful, it meant so much to me, he wanted to enjoy me and make me feel so great. It was perfection, everything this daughter had dreamed about. Well, close to perfection. That was coming.

His huge cock shoved into the back of her twat, almost digging into her lungs inside her, Crystal had a massive orgasm. I could hear her scream, she held back nothing. In my bedroom, fucking me, she muted her sounds. Now, freed of restraint, the petite Latina sang at the top of her lungs when the climax ripped through her body. "Ohhhhh fuuuuck!" she exhaled noisily, clutching at the bedsheets with her hands, her small bronze body erupting from the intense, erotic energy. "Ahhhh, shiiiiiit!"

Daddy knew what to do, shoving his bone as deep into her cumming cunt as he could stuff it, letting her feel how huge and hard he was inside of her, while her pussy spasmed and squeezed. She was crying almost, the cum hurting from the big dick inside of her, and I'm sure she was sore from the earlier fucking in my bedroom. Her noises were utter satisfaction; Crystal later told me it was the single best orgasm of her entire fucking life, but really, that's no surprise.

He screwed her pussy more slowly now, in and out, still tasting my nipples, but soon licking up my little neck and kissing me hard on my mouth. I made out with Daddy while he fucked Crystal under me, and her tongue darted pleasure at my vagina. She wasn't eating me that intensely, she was mostly gasping and moaning, feeling my Daddy fucking her. I broke our kiss, looking down at her shaved cunt, seeing my father's huge prick buried inside of it. Crystal's pussylips were stretched so far open, it was amazing watching him fuck her.

"Daddy, yeah," I panted, so horny, "fuck her, fuck her so deep."

Crystal wailed in agreement. "Oh yeah, fuck me!" Her hands reached up to clutch his broad, strong shoulders, holding him above her, wiggling her ass around more to get fucked again.

Daddy was soon pounding her, and I climbed off of my friend, just to sit and watch them fuck again. His hot, muscular ass was flying up and down; I heard the noise as his hips smacked her body, squishing into her juicy cunt, burying that dick inside her twat. She was panting and grunting, arching her back to show off her big tits to my father's gazing eyes, smiling at his face as he fucked her. "So good, so good," my friend chanted to my father as the two of them had hard sex in front of me, both of them sweating from the physical workout of screwing each other.

"Oh, baby!" Crystal had her face turned to me, her big brown eyes on mine, as she reached a hand towards me. I took it, and we held hands, allowing me to feel her body shaking as my father fucked her. "He's so good, it's so good!"

My eyes continued to stare at my father's long fat penis driving into her teenage pussy; I could see how good it was. "Baby, fuck my Daddy," I begged her, lost in lust, "fuck his big dick sweetie!"

She suddenly let go of my hand, reaching both of her hands down to her pussy, stretching them. "Oh fuck!" screamed Crystal, pulling her knees so far up high, bending herself in half under my father's handsome nude physique. She was having another huge orgasm. "Oh shit yeah!"

Daddy trust his penis into Crystal's pussy throughout this next, big cum, and she shrieked and screamed under him feeling it vibrate every part of her being. She was almost crying, whimpering, as the cum subsided, and his big erection was still deep inside her twat.

After her orgasm, Daddy repositioned her -- and me -- to continue the hot sex with my girl friend. I found myself on my back on the bed, spread open wide, with Crystal now on her fours bent over to eat my cunt. I lifted my head, not seeing her face because her long curly hair was falling all around it. But I felt her wet teen tongue at my aching, juicy twat, and she started licking my clitty then thrusting tongue inside my hole. Down her slender body, past her hot round Latina ass, Daddy was kneeling behind, staring at me, pumping his rock into her twat from behind. I saw her tight, plump asscheeks rippling each time he thrust forward, and she was grunting into my pussy from the feeling of his massive cock filling her little teen vagina. She was a good cunt-licker, expertly darting her tongue around my clit and then inside my hole. I gave in, gyrating my hips under hers, feeling her making love to me with her mouth, until I was having orgasms against her face.




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 08



Daddy watched me cum in Crystal's mouth, and he moaned loudly. "I love you, Kristen," he said, his hands still around Crystal's nude thin hips, his body rocking back and forth shoving his dick in her cunt from behind.

Crystal lifted her head from my pussy, looking back at my father over her soft shoulder. "Oh yeah, yeah, yeah!" she whined, her face clenching tight. Her eyes closed, her jaw opened, her nostrils flared out. She was having an orgasm, just from my Daddy's cock inside her. Her little body seemed to contract all at once, tightening, her breaths stopped . . . then she just fucking screamed. "SHIT!" she roared, eyes still closed tight, her face in pain, her hands clutching my legs as her cunt spasmed around my Daddy's penis. He knew she was cumming again, another huge hard orgasm, and he plowed his dick deep into her pussy so she could squeeze it and cum around it, and he felt how fucking tight her young cunt got from the orgasm.

I watched my friend's face contort, as she pushed her body backwards into my father's sexy physique, hearing her gasp and scream through her orgasm. Her hands were squeezing my slender thighs, almost painfully, but it only added to my voyeuristic enjoyment of her cum. My father's eyes were down at her small ass, seeing her body shake while she cummed around his awesome penis. Sweat was dripping on the hairs of his flat chest; he looked amazing, so sexy and handsome.

Leaving Crystal to whimper for a few seconds, Daddy pulled out of her twat, his incredible, long penis still hard as steel, pointing straight out from his body. Now, his dick was iced with the bubbling juicy liquids from Crystal's pussy.

There it was. Daddy's huge, swollen cock . . . having fucked Crystal into orgasmic submission. Hanging there in mid-air, above his bed. Pointing at me. Right at me.

Was now the time, finally? Was my fantasy about to become reality?

I stared at it, then at my father's sexy eyes, then down his hot body to his massive erection again. Shit, it was so big, so beautiful.

Was Daddy's princess finally, after all that fucking this week, going to get what she most wanted?

* * * *

I didn't offer to help, as my petite Mother lugged the large suit case towards the front door. Several boxes of her materials were stacked around the living room and front-entrance foyer, waiting to be carted to the rented truck in the driveway. I should have helped; but I didn't care, I just wanted this day to be over.

She glared at me. I couldn't see her slanted Thai eyes behind her dark sunglasses -- and it was cloudy outside, of course -- but I knew the look she was giving me. Her tone was as cold as her glare.

"You got what you wanted," she spat at me, as if this was all my fault.

How to answer that. She was the one who stopped treating my father like a man, years ago. She got jealous of his love -- pure, unsexual, fatherly love -- for his preteen and young teen daughter. She lost herself in her business, spending all the time at the mall with her precious lingerie store, not coming home to be with her family. She let her fat, ugly business partner fuck her regularly, even in our own house. How the fuck was this my fucking fault?

But she was right. I wanted it. I wanted Daddy to myself. I was going to sleep in his bed now, every night, treating him like he deserved to be treated. He was going to keep fucking me hard, and we didn't have to pull ourselves off of each other when she got home. We wouldn't have to wait anxiously for her to leave the house. We could just be together, anytime we wanted, all the time, having sex and being the adoring father and daughter we were meant to be. And I could invite Crystal over, or maybe Melanie, or even my cousin Riley. Daddy liked fucking all of them, and I did too. We could have some fun orgies.

The lies could stop too. Daddy lying to my Mom where I was, like pretending I was at Crystal's, when in fact I was sleeping over at Jack's condo. Or me lying to her that he had a business meeting downtown, when he was on a date with Crystal or Melanie. Why the fuck did we have to keep lying to my bitchy Mother, when she didn't really deserve to be involved in our lives anyway?

I just left the living room, wandering up to my bedroom while she moved herself out of our house -- and our lives -- for good. Good riddance.

Fucking bitch.

Lying on my bed, bored, in a nervous, perturbed state, I just let time pass. It was a long hour or so, whatever it took, until the truck grumbled to life and drove my Mom's possessions, and my Mom, across town to her new life, one apart from my wonderful Daddy and me.

My fabulous new life. It started five minutes later. My bedroom door burst open, Daddy came sailing into my room, jumping on my bed, kissing me, madly, passionately, pulling my clothing off of me. "Honey," my Daddy purred in my ear, as he pushed his erection into my gaping-wet pussy, "it's just you and me, we can be together now, like we want to be."

"I love you, Daddy," I panted back in his ear, my small hands reaching down his awesome body, clutching his ass, pulling his huge adult erection into my pussy again, but this time in a very different setting. We weren't pretending or sneaking around. This was our lives, our real lives, not covered by a fake afront we put on for my mother. "I'm your wife now, Daddy!"

Daddy and daughter, a new sort of husband and wife, fucked on my bed until he filled my vagina with two loads of his hot sperm; then we saunted off into sleep, finally relaxing, the stress gone from our lives.

* * * *

What's the fucking integral of "e" to the one-over-"x" squared?

That was the question -- or something of equally ponderous value -- rolling around my head, as I looked up from the kitchen table, seeing my nude father wandering into the kitchen with a sheepish look on his face. Okay, he wasn't completely naked, he had a towel wrapped around his waist, somewhat covering his rigid boner. He was dripping with sweat -- not water -- the perspiration beaded on his hairy chest, under his powerful arms, down his firm, square temples. He looked at me with a blushing guilty face, trying to pick out the words.

"I'm sorry, honey," he moaned softly, stopping near the table, seeing me spread out with my homework all over it. Then he glanced to the clock on the stove; it registered something like "7:10" in the evening. "Look, I . . . Kristen, I really feel aweful, I mean, she came over, and it just kind of started without you--"

I waived off his concern with a small hand, and I giggled at his reaction. "Seriously, Daddy, whatever!" I shot him a toothy grin to let him know his daughter really wasn't upset. "I've been home like 45 minutes, I just thought you two were really going at it good, and I didn't want to interrupt your fun!"

He seemed to concentrate on the thought, that I left him alone up there having sex. His head slowly shook. "Baby, you never interrupt -- I didn't want, I mean, I thought we were going to wait for you, like usual -- but, it just kind of started, I mean, I'm so sorry -- it won't happen again--"

"Daddy!" I pushed my chair back, but remained sitting on it, reaching a hand out to pull my almost-nude father next to me. "Really, it's fine -- I mean, I'm glad you're having fun, that's all that's important to me!" Then, with a wry smile, I cocked my head at him and snickered. "So, did you two have fun?"

My perverted father chuckled, nodding knowingly. "Oh, yes, yes, lots."

I heard a thud at the bottom of the steps, down the hallway, and the petite figure of my friend wandered into the kitchen, looking for my father. She was nude too, wearing just Daddy's dress shirt like a robe -- but not buttoning it, just using an arm across her petite tummy to keep it closed over her breasts and pussy.

Crystal smiled meekly at me, perhaps nervous that I was disapproving. She and I had threesomes with my Daddy, now, five times after school in the last couple of weeks. This was the first time she fucked him by herself. "Hey, hun," my Latina friend softly whispered, testing the waters, "I thought you were coming right home from school today?"

"Naw," I shrugged, seeing how messy her hair was, "I stayed for 4H club -- they have this project they wanted my help on." I gave her a big grin, too. "Looks like my Daddy and you didn't exactly need me, thought, huh?"

Crystal didn't stop walking forward, moving towards me, turning to sit sideways on my lap. She's a bit taller and heavier than me, but it wasn't that uncomfortable, with her arm behind my back, her knees together at one side. As I glanced down, I saw her big naked breast, with my Daddy's shirt opening a bit. She kissed my cheek warmly, very amicably, and purred, "You're the best," then she followed up the thought with a very hot, passionate kiss on my lips. Girl to girl making-out, in front of my father. She had told a couple of guys at school that she was gay now, my girlfriend, to get them to stop asking her on dates. It was sort of true, we were in a lot of ways a couple, going places a lot, fucking each other, and sharing things -- like my Daddy.

My Daddy watched us kiss softly, smiling to himself. When we finally moved apart to take a deep breath, he spoke in a calm tone. "I was thinking about making dinner," he said softly, "unless you two want me to take you both out?"

"Or," said his perverted, slutty daughter, no longer interested in doing homework, but instead I was pushing the shirt off of Crystal's shoulder to make her nude on my lap, "maybe Daddy can watch, while Crystal and I get a little nookie goin' now?"

This probably explained why my straight-A average was, well, dipping. Into B's and C's.

A little whilte later, as I gushed yet another orgasm into Crystal's mouth, my father's huge penis in between my lips at that moment, I really didn't care about homework.

Later that night, Daddy was downstairs working in his office; Crystal was at home; and my bitchy Mom, just back from work, was eating a snack on the kitchen table next to me. The last couple of weeks with her had been the worst of all the bad times recently. Since the weekend Crystal slept over, and Mom was in New York, things had changed for Daddy and me. Crystal too, but that's beside the point. I didn't like talking to my Mom, she was just a total inconvenience. I got this empty pit in my stomach when she came home at night; and on weekends, I just wanted her to leave for her store, to leave Daddy and me alone.

I finally finished my math homework, looking up the answer. I don't remember what the integral to "e" to the one-over-"x"-squared is. But whatever it was, I recall writing it down in my notebook, trying to avoid my Mom's cold stare, while I was thinking at that moment: Fuck my pussy is wet. I wish I could go downstairs and have my Daddy fuck me again.

That's the life I wanted.

* * * *

Jack came out of his bathroom, crawling onto his bed next to me. I had not moved, still sitting upright against the headboard, watching the big TV on his wall across from it. I was just killing time; I turned it off, rotating my face to his, and accepting his kiss on my lips. My boyfriend and I moaned, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hand reaching out to caress my naked little teenage breast.

My petite hand reached out too, to his lap, feeling his awesome penis between his muscular thighs. It was mostly limp, but it didn't take much stroking and fondling to get it rock-hard again, all 7 and a half inches long of the fat, hard man-meat, sticking out of his lap again, ready to resume fucking me some more.

He rose over me, as I lay back pulling my teenage knees apart, my small hands on the sides of his muscled chest. His smelled so sexy and hot; his cock was incredibly stiff again, wanting to fuck my young pussy some more. And my shaved slit was wet and waiting for him to do exactly that.

We moaned, panting, and had sex for the third time that evening. Once before dinner; once when we got back from the downtown play; and now, this, after lounging around naked in his bed. It was about 1 a.m., that Friday night (or Saturday morning, really); but I still felt fresh, I was hungry to fuck my hot adult boyfriend. He made me feel so good, holding my hand and kissing me in public, he's so handsome and sexy, it makes other girls my age all jealous seeing me wrapped around the arm of such a stud. When I'm in public with Daddy, I mean, he's my Daddy, I feel like any daughter should. But he loves me from knowing me my entire life. Jack, here, had only known me a month or so, and he had already broken up with his lawyer girlfriend to date me. Me! A petite, nerdy half-Asian teenager still in high school. I felt so amazed, spending time with this hot, sexy adult man.

"Whew, fuck," I panted, totally sweaty, pussy sore as I lay back on Jack's bed, just as he crawled off of me and laid on his side next to me. I felt his sperm dripping out of my tight vagina; my body was tingling, covered in sweat in his messy bedsheets, which were damp from the perspiration and my leaking pussyjuices. I smiled up at my horny boyfriend, my hand and his still wrapped tightly together, not letting go even after the sex ended. "Wow, you stud, that was a hot fuck."

He snorted, sort of agreeing, catching his breath. "Hah, yeah," he admitted a few moments later, brushing sweat off of his brow. "Someday you'll honestly tell me if you like fucking me more than your Dad -- but in the meantime, I keep trying!"

"Oh, stop that!" I squeezed his big strong hand in my small teenage fist, as if to punish him for the thought. It wasn't the first time he'd joked with me about that; and he knew my standard answer would be, he's my Daddy, there's no comparison, it's just different. I was so glad he understood, and he wasn't jealous that I fucked my Daddy all the time. That didn't mean I didn't love being his girlfriend. I rose up, kissing his hot lips, tasting his manly breaths. It was a passionate kiss.

He leaned over and clicked off the lamp, rolling back to take me in his arms in the darkness, as we prepared for sleep. "You think your Dad and Amber are still going at it?" he laughed -- and I felt his finger brushing my teenage pussy. "You gonna be able to say, we fucked later than those two did?"

"Mmm," I purred at the attention he was caressing into my still-sore, but soaking-wet, vaginal lips. I leaned back under his arms, spreading my legs, so tired but so aroused. I pictured Daddy at home, in his (well, our) bed, naked with my school friend Amber. Unlike my other friends from school Crystal and Melanie, and my cousin Riley, Amber was strictly a one-man girl, she was put off if another girl was naked with her and Daddy. He had more fun with her if they were alone at home. It was convenient, in a way, because I got to go on overnight dates with Jack, while he entertained Amber at our house. Then Daddy and I would meet up tomorrow and share our private time without anyone else.

The idea I'd been having all week started to rattle around my brain again, lying in the darkness with my sweaty, hunky adult boyfriend, feeling him touch me. It was so vivid and real, and seemed to exciting, I decided to share it.

"Do you think," I muttered to him, almost laughing at the thought, "that we should have a party at my house -- like, Daddy, you, me, but also, Crystal, Melanie, Riley? You could meet Riley, and I know you wouldn't be mad playing with Crystal or Melanie again."

"Party?" Jack chuckled, his finger at that moment brushing my wet clitoris around, smearing juices and his cum over it. "You mean, like an orgy -- your Dad and me fucking you four sluts?"

I moaned, feeling my clit stroked like that, but also thinking about an orgy. Yes, an orgy. I pushed my hips harder into his finger, wanting that to continue, and I reached both hands out to pull him on top of me. Right where he had been a few moments earlier; but I wanted him again. Immediately, with his erection brushing my teen pussy, I realized he wanted me again too. We weren't done fucking, were we?

"Yeah, baby," grunted the teen slut under him, starting to work my hips in circles, feeling his dick enter me yet again, slowly, pushing inside. "Would you like that, fucking the four of us, going back and forth? I'd be so fucking horny -- shit, it would be so fucking good!"

I think my boyfriend could hardly believe that his 18 year old girlfriend wanted him to fuck other teenagers and her twenty-somthing year old cousin too. How many men have a girlfriend like that?

As he shot his cum deep in my vagina a little while later, he moaned in my ear, "I'm going to cum so hard in your friends and make you lick it all out!"

I was cumming too, at that moment. "Oh, shit, yes! Promise?" I panted, begging for it to be true. "Promise, baby?"

Jack's nasty, slutty girlfriend loved all this sex. I couldn't help it, I just wanted as much as I could have. All the time, with my friends, Daddy, my boyfriend, other men, anyone hot and sexy.

Aren't I the perfect girlfriend and daughter?

* * * *

Daddy was fucking my cousin Riley, hard, lying on top of her, her long slender legs wrapped around his sturdy naked frame. His sister's daughter first fucked him like six years ago when she was a freshman in college nearby. Now that Daddy and I lived alone, she could come spend nights or weekends, sharing him with me like she used to do with her friend Courtney years ago. I always liked playing with Riley when I was a little girl; now, we played together, but totally differently -- nude, fucking each other's tight pussies, taking turns making my father have orgasms.

I sat up on the bed, feeling it shaking as the uncle and niece screwed each other right behind me. Evening was descending on the horizon out of the window, and we hadn't turned any lamps on yet in the bedroom. I could see my cellphone only from its internal glow, providing a small sphere of light around my palm as I held it near my face.

Checking the flurry of text messages that I'd received the last hour while fucking Daddy and Riley, the latest message was from the blonde bitch Debi, a total whore for teenage boys who had no clue about adult men. Well, she had a clue, which is why she kept sending me messages.

This last message, however, proved that she was for real. "My hot friend Alexis will cum too," the email said, "so can I cum to your next party? Alexis is 18 too and very pretty and will fuck everyone."

Hmm, I thought, that would be fun -- two new girls to an orgy, in addition to some guy Daddy found on the Internet. It would be the best orgy yet.

I quickly shot off a response -- "She sounds hot, okay it's at 5 Saturday, see you here," and I snapped my cellphone closed. The sounds and shaking of Daddy pumping his dick into my brunette cousin behind me was begging my attention.

The feeling at that moment was so powerful. It was awesome finally getting my Daddy to fuck me -- although I needed Crystal's help to do it. I loved having Jack for a boyfriend, it really made me feel amazing with a successful, rich adult stud introducing me as his girlfriend. I loved feeling like a feminine slut, meeting hot strangers and fucking their big dicks just for the fun of it. But now, a bitch in the "in" crowd at school had come to me, begging to join one of our orgies, so she could fuck multiple adult dicks too. I'll be your best friend, you can come to my secret parties too, Debi kept promising me. It all sounded phony, until I told her, if you want to come, bring a girlfriend with you. I didn't think she'd do it. But she did, she wanted to badly, she brought me a gift. Who was in the "in" crowd now?

"Daddy," I giggled, turning around to watch my father thrusting his penis into my cousin's vagina, "guess what, at the orgy on Saturday, that girl Debi is going to come -- and she's bringing a girl friend, some other hot blonde."




Kristen Finally Fucks Daddy Pt. 08



My lusty father glanced at me, but his face was sweating from fucking Riley's tight pussy. His body was rocking back and forth, powerfully driving his penis into her wet, silky tube. He nodded, I think, or was it just his head shaking? "Fuck, nice," he moaned, probably liking the news, but really excited more about screwing his niece for the second time that afternoon.

Turns out my bisexual cousin had a positive reaction as well. "Fuck!" she screamed, pulling her legs so far back, taking my Daddy's dick into her. "I'll be there too -- I'm staying this weekend, Uncle Rick! Oh, I'm so fucking hot!"

Riley felt even better, when moments later, I rammed my tongue on her clitty, while my father's erection was pumping in and out of her cunt.

* * * *

Daddy was kneeling on his bed, his throbbing, long fat erection pointed at me, dripping with Crystal's pussy juices. Next to us, Crystal was on her fours, her pussy dripping with juices from her latest orgasm. She was hunched over, sucking in air, trying to recover from the massive pounding her little body just took from my father's adult penis. She'd never fucked an adult man before; it was the best sex of her life, up to that point.

My father had turned his attention to his naked daughter, as I was sitting back on my ass, arms behind me, almost laying flat, having just had Crystal eat my cunt while Daddy fucked her doggy-style. All the efforts to have Daddy fuck me had failed. I tried throwing myself at him; then cajoling him while I masturbated in front of him. Who knew all I had to do was let him fuck one of my girl friends first.

Was this the moment of my fantasy coming true? Daddy was rock-hard; I was fucking horny; Crystal was recovering.

I could hardly breath.

I just stared at Daddy's penis.

He was crawling on his knees towards me, over his bed, staring down at his petite daughter's slender figure, and he moaned urgently, "You want to taste your friend's pussy again, honey?" Only, Daddy wasn't referring to me licking her pussy, was he?

Oh, and I did want to taste her cuntjuices again. I did, I did, I did. But I wanted to taste them on my father's awesome erection. I had sucked it ever so briefly at his desk, a week ago, when I tried to seduce him. I'd fantasized about giving him an awesome blowjob so many times; so often. Now, with Daddy's cock all juicy from fucking Crystal, I was finally going to live the dream!

I reached out and grabbed my father's erection, and bending way over, I started cleaning the pussy juices off of his shaft. It was my first blowjob to my father; the first of hundreds he'd eventually receive from me, all counted. Thousands, maybe, I mean, who knows. It tasted amazing, the combination of Crystal's familiar feminine flavor with the arousing, musky male scent of his dick. I slurped at the shaft, holding it upright at its thick base, licking my little pink tongue up and down the shaft, cleaning off her dripping liquids. I was getting my face smeared with yet more of her pussyjuices, as he rubbed his heated hard shaft against me cheeks. Looking up at him to see how he was enjoying it, I next swallowed his soft pointy cockhead, sucking it in my mouth, cleaning off the precum and her juices, then sucking more of his bone into my opened mouth.

Daddy was fucking his daughter's mouth now, holding my head, pumping his dick inside my cheeks, stretching my cheeks. Crystal was watching, sneering, giggling. "Oh shit," she muttered, "Kristen, you're sucking your Daddy's cock!"

I looked at her with half-open, slanted eyes, smiling as my mouth was filled with penis, and I sort of nodded.

My father grinned at Crystal's delight, in seeing his penis fucking my mouth. "Hey, Crystal," he moaned in a naughty tone, "how would you like to see a father fuck his own daughter?"

Seriously, I almost had an orgasm hearing it; the words burned in my ears. I looked to Crystal, hoping she wouldn't mind, because I really, really wanted it to happen.

Mind? Hardly. "Oh shit," my friend cooed to my Daddy, "no, definitely, I'd love to see it."

"Yeah?" My father chuckled, still fucking my mouth. I think he was amazed that not only did I want him to fuck me, but one of my friends wanted it too. "So you don't think it's, like, sick, that I'm gonna fuck my down daughter?"

"Nooo!" Crystal bellowed in shock that he would even ask. "Shit, if my father looked like you, fuck yeah, you'd be fuckin' me every day since I was a kid . . . I can't believe she held out this long for you!" (Ironic assumption on her part, wasn't it?) 

I let my father put me on my back in the middle of his bed; I was too excited to even move myself. Daddy spread me open, with Crystal lying on her side right next to me, like a front-row seat, reaching out to rub my nipples or sometimes to kiss me on the lips. Mostly she just watched. Daddy crawled over me, staring down at my small breasts and glowing face, while I was almost crying in delight. I loved his face, his naked chest, his strong arms around me. I felt his huge cock against my dying wet cunt, and I pulled my legs back as far as I could, wanting him to give me his cock, all of it.

"Daddy!" I purred, loving this moment, "I love you, fuck me Daddy!"

He moaned just before his lips touched mine for anther kiss. "I love you too, honey!" And I felt his cock ram forward, thrusting into me, fucking me. I yelped, it was so tight, like I was going to explode; he grunted in our kiss, I think finding me more tight than he expected. His body swallowed me, he was so much larger than me, using all his presence to shove his enormous erection harder and deeper into my teenage pussy. I was thinking, how could my Mother give this up? He is so amazing, so gorgeous and so sexy, this is the best thing a girl could experience -- my father fucking her. Now he was all mine, forever, I promised myself.

"Fuck me Daddy," I begged into his kisses, "do it, fuck me!"

Daddy gave it to me, so hard. He was sweating, screwing me furiously, thrusting his meat in and out of my cunt, ramming it so far inside I felt like it was pushing up into my lungs. I mean, his bone was deeper than I thought I had a womb, it was so big inside me. He fucked and fucked me, both of us ignoring Crystal next to us, kissing and clutching each other while his erection pumped deeper and faster inside of me. I was having multiple orgasms, loving that this was even better than I'd fantasized for years, loving every bit of his dick inside my cunt. Daddy fucked his adoring daughter harder and harder, making me his own slutty toy.

Eventually he had to cum, and he did, pumping his semen into my twat, filling me, flooding my insides with his love for me.

"I love you so much, Daddy," I purred, kissing his lips and face as he pumped his jism into me, "I love you so much it hurts!"

And he moaned in response. "You're perfect, Kristen," he whispered as he unloaded every drop of semen he had, squirting it out of his balls and through his shaft stuffed deep in my cunt, "I love you so much."

The love of my life, my Daddy, was finally fucking me. Those few hours in bed with him and Crystal that night, and into the next morning, changed everything.

I'm my Daddy's wife now, even as he fucks my girl friends and my cousin, and even when I go on dates with my boyfriend Jack or other hot adult men. It doesn't all matter. He and I love each other, we're in love, we fuck constantly, we just want each other to be happy. No one could possibly have a better father than I have!

* * * *

Crystal held her small, bronze hand out in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the bedroom window. The golden rays caught the three-carat diamond at the perfect angle, making it scatter brilliant sparkles around the bed and over our naked bodies. She was hardly breathing, just gazing at the mammoth crystal-clear rock on her ring finger.

We were sitting shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, our naked teenage bodies all covered in sweat from another very hot session of lesbian sex. Daddy was downtown at work, pitching a new client or something. My soon-to-be step-mother and I passed the summer day doing nothing, just tanning out back, taking a bath together, and fucking in our big bed. The sex with my friend exhausted me, and I felt satisfied just to sit back against the headboard, holding her hand in mine over our laps, watching her admire her wedding ring in the sunlight.

"There," she said, positioning her hand just right, catching the sunlight, making spots of golden light dance on the sheets and our naked legs, "look at that, it's amazing -- does yours do that?"

She wasn't a good student, but seriously, did she have to ask? Mine was the same size; it didn't need a rocket scientist to figure that, if hers scattered light that way, so would mine. Only mine, of course, was dangling from my neck, in a heart-shaped gold setting around the base of the huge expensive rock. Not to prove the point but to satisfy her curiosity, I lifted my other hand and pulled the necklace into the sunlight -- having to lean forward a bit to do that -- to produce the same spray of bright lights on my little naked breasts.

Suddenly, Crystal and I just wound up kissing, then lying back on the bed, our lips softly brushing together while our tongues danced together in the space in our mouths. The now-19 year old engaged Latina had her hand caressing my little 18 year old ass, keeping me close to her body, just like our hearts were together.

"I love you," Crystal moaned, pulling back, "I still can't believe I'll be marrying him, and getting not just an awesome husband, but a totally hot and sexy girlfriend too!"

Another smooch was required, to show the content of my heart as well. "Baby," I moaned at my best friend, "I love you also, baby, so much."

Daddy would always be mine. But now, we could add to our family.

It was, actually, even way better than I had ever fantasized. My fantasies didn't just come true; they evolved into a slutty, sex-filled life of love, cock and pussy that was beyond my wildest dreams.

Life so does NOT suck.