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Lyza

By: StarGlyderz



"Lyza! Lyza! Where are you?" I shouted as I walked through the house looking for my 18-year-old daughter, a 5'7", 105 lbs., 32 D, straight "A" student as well as the first chair violin in her high school symphony. I married her mom long ago, after she graduated from school and I had been working for several years after the University. I was 46, only an inch taller than Lyza, and 178 lbs. Where her hair was a mousy brown, like her mother's, mine was dark brown. We were an open-minded, liberal family. Her mom, my ex, had left just a few weeks ago to be with some other guy.

I couldn't find her anywhere. She was supposed to be home from school an hour ago. She kept pulling these little acts more frequently these days. I walked down the stairs to the family room. There she was! Sitting on the floor with her back to me, talking on the phone, her skirt pulled up around her waist, with her free hand down her panties, or what there was of the tiny thongs she wore lately. I finally had had it. I was tired of this behavior.

"Lyza!" I almost yelled in her other ear. Shocked, startled, and looking very guilty, she slammed the phone down and turned it off.

"Daddy…" she squeaked.

I grabbed her by the back of her shirt, pulling her up off the floor, lifting her shirt much higher on her shoulders, pulling tight under her arms, almost baring the bottoms of her breasts. Her hands went down to her skirt, pushing and pulling the hem down lower, much lower, making the waistband of her multicolored thong come into my view. I swung her around, face away from me, and swatted her shapely young ass.

I was mad. She had done this so many times before. Too many times!

I swung around, Lyza in front of me, flopping down on the couch. I forced her down on my lap! One hand holding her head into the cushions of the couch the other poised above her rear.

"Lyza, you know I'm tired of this behavior. I catch you with your hand in your pants so often I can't stand it. What do you want me to do?" I asked as my hand came down on her rear.

"Daddy, Please! Don't! Please! Stop! Please! I didn't do anything wrong. I was talking with Kimberly about boys! And got excited. I had to do it." She defended herself.

Again my hand hit her soft spot. She wiggled and fidgeted on my knees, rubbing her thighs on my upper leg slowly spreading her legs apart.

My hand came down on her ass again, this time hesitating a bit and rubbing her skirt higher on her cute little rump exposing her soft round, thong divided sexy cheeks.

"Lyza, what-am-I gonna do with you? Every time I turn around I find you finger fucking yourself in some corner! You get me so mad and so horny I take you over my knees, spank you, and still you do it. What are you trying to do, get caught so I will do this?" I demanded of her.

My hand came down again, this time rubbing the skirt fully up to her waist, exposing the triangle of fabric where her thong came out of her rump crack and met the tiny, tight waistband. Immediately I hooked my little finger under the soft, silky material and pulled upward, hard, forcing the ass piece to turn the front quarter into pussy floss. She gasped loudly.

"Daddy, that hurts! Please! Don't! Please! Stop! Please!" she begged as her hips and butt humped and wiggled against the tight string.

I shifted my hand back around and whacked her again. "That's for teasing me so much! It's about time you learned what your actions do to others and me," I said in a much softer voice, my anger starting to subside.

"I don't care about other people," she whined. "I only care about you. I love you Daddy," she whimpered.

All this while my other hand was on the back of her neck, holding her head down and controlling her by squeezing her neck and pushing her head into the couch. Her hands flailed about trying to hit or grab me, without success. This time, she took her outside free hand and brought it up between my legs. She grabbed my cock and squeezed, hard, real hard. 

I winced and brought my hand down again, this time harder, and curled my little finger deeper into her crack, forcing it into the opening of her backside hole, wiggling it into the breach. 

"You deserve this and you WILL learn to control yourself, Lyza, you understand?" I hissed at her, feeling her loosen and tighten her grasp on my cock.

I brought my hand up and down again and smacked her ass again, this time bringing a yelp to her mouth and a really hard yank on my meat. It hurt. So I smacked her again. This time she rubbed more gently.

"Lyza, what do you want me to do? You are still a virgin, aren't you?" I asked while my little finger explored her asshole.

"Yes Daddy, I am. Please! Don't! Please! Stop! Please!" she again begged, ceasing her struggling, shifting her ass and crotch higher on my lap, bringing her cunt into contact with my little man. I let her go. She stayed in place.

"Lyza, we need to talk about your behavior. What do you expect to accomplish with your snootiness and rebellion? Do you want to leave me and be with your friends?"

"No Daddy, I just want Mommy back," she tearfully admitted.

"Honey, you know that may take some time. She said she needed to be away and find herself again."

"Yes, I know," Lyza admitted. I was proud of her for understanding that little bit of life and told her so. She ground her crotch into my dick.

"Honey, you know you are making me horny and harder?" I asked in my most controlled voice. She pressed harder, squeezing with her hand again.

"Yes Daddy, Please Don't Stop, Please…" she plead. Suddenly I caught on, I understood what she wanted. I slipped my whole hand under the fabric of her thong and into her rear crack, rubbing her bright red cheeks, my little finger in her asshole, another slipping through her labia. She moaned softly, grinding her crotch a little harder into my swiftly hardening piece.

"Stand up, baby," I whispered into her hair. She complied. 

"Strip." She did, dropping her clothes all over the couch and me, stopping before removing her thong. 

"Now your thong." She turned her back to me, put her thumbs in the waistband on each side, and started sliding the multicolored cloth down her hips, bending lower and lower as her hands and the material got closer to the floor. 

Seeing her butt bending lower and lower made my tool get bigger and bigger.

Finally the rolled up fabric touched the floor with her hands almost flat to the carpet. Her ass stuck up in the air, her knees bent. She kicked the thong off one foot and she spread her feet as far apart as she could without falling over. This gave me a fantastic view of her cheeks, obviously wet pussy and quivering ass hole.

"Thank you Lyza," I groaned as I reached out to grasp her hips and pull her backward toward me. With her still standing, her cunt at my eye level, I dipped my head slightly and stuck my tongue into her slit. 

She shuddered and said, "Oh! Daddy, that feels so good, Please don't Stop! Please!" She began bending toward the floor, I kept my tongue moving as she kept bending lower and lower toward the heavily carpeted floor. Finally she was on her hands and knees, with her head down. My tongue slowly continued its path up and down her cunny-crack, from her swiftly hardening and elongating clitoris to her puckered and quivering rectum.

To be continued... 

Lyza Ch. 2



I licked and lapped at her pussy, catching the newly forming girl juice as it appeared. My tongue slowly explored her quickly moistening and swelling vaginal and anal area. She tasted sweet, with a lot of that musky taste only a young girl in heat has. She relaxed, losing the tension and tightness from the beginning of our escapade. With this encouragement from her body, I sped up my tongue and concentrated on her pussy lips, spreading my tongue as wide as I could to flatten and widen it so as to force her labia up into their home. This upward and inward pressure on her cunt seemed to relax and excite her even more. I continued this action for several minutes.

"Daddy, that feels so good, better than my fingers!" she moaned. "Please don't stop!"

Who was she kidding? I thought, I wouldn't quit this till she's done and has learned not to tease me and blatantly expose herself to me ever again. I wanted to make sure she learned to control her urges and learned to come to me for her pleasure.

I shifted my left hand forward from her hip to her side, rubbing the soft skin on her side, moving my hand back and forth along her waist, moving forward along her side toward her full and hanging breast. My hand touched the side of her breast.

Lyza groaned. With my right hand I pulled her hard back toward my mouth, reshaping my tongue to a long thin tool to enter between her pussy lips. This dual action caught her by surprise and caused her to flinch.

"Oh! That's so good!" she mewled. 

My left hand circled her tit, squeezing and kneading the outside of her breast against her ribcage. My tongue entered the bottom of her pussy tunnel for an instant, then withdrew. I slid my tongue forward to her now hard clit, teasing and licking on it. My hand moved lower and lower on her breast, pressing and massaging as it lowered.

She moaned and purred softly, acknowledging her pleasure and happiness with my new motions.

God was my cock getting hard! It really hurt jailed up in my pants. I could feel the precum oozing from the heart of my man meat. Mind you, I'm not all that big, but my ex told me I was the best lover she had ever known. But apparently I wasn't enough for her.

I brought my tongue up higher on her pussy, moving it forward and backward, tapping it in and out of her pussy as I rose up her cunt. I came to the taint and licked several times, tapping and pushing hard against that between spot. Then I moved even higher, widening my tongue to its max, lapping her rear crack, moving closer and closer to my target. 

All the while I was doing this with my tongue and lips, my other hand came to her other breast. Now I had hold of both of them, cupping them with my fingers spread wide. I crushed upward, hard, on her big, dangling, solid tits, mashing them against her body, then letting them go, squeezing again, and repeating again and again as my tongue moved up and down from her clit to her asshole.

Suddenly I closed my fingers on both hands, trapping her fully extended, hard nipples between my index and second finger (you know, the middle finger!) clamping down hard on those teenage buds. At the same time, I shoved my head forward, pushing my tongue into her asshole, rotating it and push-pulling it in and out of her tight site.

She reacted. Boy did she react! She arched her back, pushed her ass toward my face, squeezed my cock, and let out a loud, wild gasp.

"OHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh!"

I think she just had her first tongue cum. So I asked her, "You like that? Ever had that before?"

"No Daddy! No! Never! That was great! That was beautiful!"

"Want more Lyza?" I asked her.

"Yes, Daddy, please, more!"

I traced the outline of her bunghole with my tongue, licking and pushing now and then. Suddenly I dropped my head down a bit, forcing my nose into her shitter.

She gasped, flinched, then pushed back against my nose. Her butt wiggled and quivered against my nose, trying to force it into her brown spot.

I moved my hands away from their previous places and grabbed hold of her hips. She didn't try to resist. Her hand on my cock started to move up and down, jacking me into the hardest hard on I had ever had.

I used her hips as levers to begin turning her around, bringing her to face me, twisting her down onto the floor, causing her to loose her grip on my little man. As I did this, I kept my head down, nibbling, licking and from time to time lapping my tongue along her legs and thighs. By now I was on my knees on the floor too.

Finally I had her turned all the way over so I was face to face with her panty covered pussy. I began lapping at her labia lips, forcing the fabric into her inner folds. This seemed to excite her more because she wiggled her ass and pushed her pussy up into my tongue.

Her hands flew to my head, grabbing my hair, forcing my head down into her muff. I liked that. After all this time, after all the pain, suffering and waiting for this prepubescent teenager to mature and grow up, I was finally getting my revenge. Such sweet revenge it was too. Here I was munching on her panties, pulling them aside with my teeth and tongue, moving them away so I could get to her inner sweetness, teaching her the first sex lessons no one else could teach her, the lessons of love. Maybe after this she would willingly do what she was asked instead of mouthing off or throwing some snide remark my way. Sure, she was 18 and sure she wanted independence, but at what cost? 

Was she willing to alienate all her friends and family to get what she selfishly desired? That was a question I could not answer. Only time would give that answer.

My head bobbed up and down, pushing my tongue into and out of her pussy crack. My hands went to her ass, trapping her round bottom in their grip. I extended my thumbs outward and upward to her ass hole. While my tongue found and entered her cunt, my thumbs began circling and rubbing on her brown-baby place, probably never touched, never entered. 

She shook her head back and forth, groaning and moaning in pure pleasure and lust.

I lapped up some of her free-flowing juices, stuck my tongue down as low as I could get it and wiped my thumb over it to coat my thumb with her joy juice. I brought my tongue back up to her soft girl lips, returned my thumb to her hole, and eased it, with the help of her love juice, into her hinny entrance.

Again she gasped, "Daddy! What are you doing?" she queried.

"Putting a finger in your asshole," I answered, "and finger fucking your butt." Then I pushed my index finger into the tightness of her anus. She flinched, bucked away, and yowled. But it was a low, soft, sexy growling sound, not of pain but of pleasure.

I withdrew my finger slightly. Her ass followed my finger. I pushed back in, farther this time, withdrew, and pushed in deeper still. She responded by pushing against my hand, sinking my finger completely into her to the maximum length of my finger, I withdrew, putting my middle finger against my first, and pushed again.

Lyza gasped, pushed against my hand, and let out a huge sigh. Apparently she enjoyed what we were doing.

I sped up the pushing and pulling, beginning the real finger fucking motion. Her body relaxed, her upper body spread wide, opening herself totally to me and her pleasure, finally showing surrender and trust with her body.

I continued to lap my tongue on, in, and between her cunt lips. Higher, lower, left, right, with no real pattern, just randomly licking her pussy, stabbing a hard straight tongue into her crack and pulling back to a wide, soft lapping motion, covering every inch, every spot, every place on her girl place...purposely avoiding her clitoris, saving it for a surprise.

My hand at her asshole moved faster, pumping in short, quick strokes. As Lyza relaxed and showed more signs of passion, I added another finger, now forcing 3 into her backside hole. She reacted to that by shuddering, gripping my fingers with her sphincter muscles, and again releasing her tension.

"Daddy, that feels sooooooooo goooooooooood," she whined.

Now I moved my other hand, the free one to her breasts. I rubbed, caressed, pinched, and mashed her tits against her body. I moved that hand between her belly and the bottom of her boobs, tracing little circles with my short fingernails all over her belly, sticking one finger into her belly button and wiggling it, like a miniature cock fucking her navel.

She gasped, quivered, pushed her ass down toward my fingers, her pussy up toward my face, and grabbed my hand, pulling it to her right breast. Quickly I found her nipple and squeezed it between my finger and thumb. I twisted, pulled, mashed, and squeezed some more, putting more pressure and pain into that hard, reddening, expanding nip. Her hand flew to her free melon, grasping, grabbing at her other nipple and mimicked my motions.

That's when I did it. I sprung the surprise! My mouth moved away from her cunt. Away from her body. I pushed my hand against her ass, sinking my fingers into her hole as far as the taut skin allowed, blew on her clit, mashed her boob down into her chest, and dropped my head back to her vagina, sucked her steel hard clit into my mouth and bit down!

Lyza went wild. She exploded! She thrashed. Her arms and legs shot out as straight and extended as they would go. Her head snapped back against the floor. She howled! A long, low, high pitched sound of attack jets taking off...a sound of banshees fleeing, a sound of extreme pain, pleasure, and surprise!

Then she ceased movement. She passed out. Her pussy quivered and quaked, her asshole contracted and released. Her breasts shook, her breath came in ragged in and out gasps, and she was totally unconscious.

I froze, released all my grips, stood up, looked down, took a throw cover from the couch, tenderly spread it over her, and walked away, wondering what the next few hours would bring.

"Maybe now you will mind me when I tell you something," I whispered to no one in particular. 



Lyza Ch. 3



Several weeks later, it happened again. Things between us had been good. She went to work as a clerk in a discount ladies clothing store, I went to work at my regular job. She worked various shifts, time schedules and days. I worked my regular day job. She kept up her part of keeping the house clean, cooking for us and doing the dishes and laundry; I did everything else in and out of the house.

Neighbors sometimes expressed sympathy toward us, but never did anything more. Life went on without Maria. Lyza had her life, work, and friends; I had mine, except the friends part. I missed Maria and our intimate life. I wanted her. To defeat the longings, the yearnings, I buried myself in my work. I tried harder, did more, prepared more and completed more. My business prospered. 

One night I came home at my usual time, long after everyone else in the company had left, and found a dark, empty house. This was strange. I entered the kitchen from the garage, flipped on the light, went to the fridge to check Lyza's schedule. Right after our first encounter I made her put it on the fridge so I would know where she was at and when she would be home. According to her schedule she was late, really late! The schedule said she would be off work at 3 and home by 4. It was now 9 PM. Where was she? I fixed myself a TV dinner, ate it and sat down on the couch in front of the TV to watch the news. 

I woke suddenly to the sound of the garage door opening. I looked out the front window just in time to see Lyza's car pull in and the door go down. I closed my eyes, faking sleep again. I waited. In a few minutes, slowly and quietly, the kitchen door opened. She began to sneak in the door. I had left the kitchen light and the TV on. She turned off the light, closed the door, and put her shoes by the back door, as is our custom.

Then she crept silently across the floor toward the living room and the couch where I lay. She came near me, leaned down toward me, obviously checking to see if I were awake. I struck out at her, grabbing her around the shoulders, pulling her onto the couch and swung on top of her.

"Young lady, explain yourself!" I roared.

"Alex, I went out with my friends from work!" she challenged me.

I looked down at her, noticing the top few buttons of her blouse had popped off revealing the tops of her creamy white, fair skinned breasts. Her scared breathing made them heave and plunge quickly. My eyes locked onto that white skin. I watched as her breath came in short gasps, then slipped finally into normal breathing. She noticed my inaction.

"You like?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You want?"

"What if I do?" I asked gruffly.

"It's ok if you let me go."

I eased my hold on her. Her right hand shot up in an attempt to slap me. I caught her hand inches from my face, caught her fingers and squeezed hard. She yelped in surprise, fear, and pain.

"Guess I gotta teach you again little girl." I twisted her arms around under her and held her down with my arms. She began kicking. I caught her legs between mine and squeezed tight, forcing her legs beneath mine. I pushed downward, hard. She moaned in pain.

I let go of her hands with one of mine, being sure to keep hers tight in my other hand, reached down to my pants and undid my belt, pulling it from between us. I snaked the end into the buckle, making a loop, then slipped it over her hands, trapping them in the leather circle. I pulled the belt tight, tying it around the leg of the chair next to the couch. Her arms and hands were helpless, trapped by my pants belt. 

I knew if I let her go to get something to bind her feet, she would pull her hands free from my belt, so I grabbed the zipper of her slacks and pulled it down, then pulled her slacks down around her knees, twisting the fabric to disable her legs. I noticed her multi colored panties, wet at the crotch!

"You been fucking around?" I demanded.

"NO!" she denied as she froze in place breaking off her struggling.

"You're wet!" I shouted in her ear.

"So?" she shot back, defiantly. "Girls have needs too you know!"

"So you been satisfying your needs with a boy!"

"NO! I have not!" she retorted.

"OH! A girl then!?!?" I confronted her.

"I'm not a lez, Alex!" she quietly replied.

"So you're wet, not from a boy and not from another girl, then it must be by yourself, and in public with your friends! What a bunch of friends they must be."

"NO! None of that!"

I reached down to her crotch to feel her panty fabric, brushing my fingers against it; brushing against her pussy lips. She sucked in a huge gulp of air.

"Oh, so you like that!" 

She shrugged. I put my hand on her mound, pushing down hard, forcing her body into the cushions of the couch. She attempted to stifle a moan. I heard it.

"Oh, so you like that!" I repeated. 

"So?" she shot back, boldly. "Girls have needs too!"

I moved my hand around on her rise. She stirred her hips following my hand. I looked into her eyes. I saw lust. I felt more dampness.

"You're turned on…" I whispered as I moved my fingers between her lips.

"Yesssssssssss!" she huskily breathed.

I curled my fingers deeper into her pussy, forcing the fabric up into her lips.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned.

I slid my fingers to the side, slipping them under the elastic of her crotch, forcing her crotch piece aside, and allowing access to her opening. I inserted my middle finger up to the second knuckle. Her eyes closed, eyelids fluttering. I felt the sticky fluid around my finger.

I slid my body down the couch, leaning into her hips, sniffing her woman scent. My tongue gently made contact with her outer lips as I pushed my middle finger deeper. Lyza moaned, pushing her mons up against my face.

"Oh!" She gasped, "Lick me!" she demanded.

I slapped her cunt. "You don't tell me to do anything, you beg!" I yelled at her.

"Please, please, eat me Alex, please?" she begged.

"What's my name?" I demanded of her.

"DADDY! "Please, please, lick me DADDY, please?" she begged again.

"That's better, Baby." I lowered my face, extended my tongue, and began an in-out, round and round, up and down motion, designed to do only one thing, drive her crazy with passion, lust, and pleasure.

I pulled her slacks all the way off her legs, pulled her panties down more, over her knees, sliding them lower, to her ankles, then off her feet. Then I looked at the multi color fabric and finally saw that she wore a thong again.

I wondered. I grasped the cloth in my hand, balling it up; then while my tongue was busy at her slit, teasing her pussy and clit, I pushed the tightly compressed thong to the gap of her lips. Little by little I pushed inward with my middle finger, forcing the fabric into her cavity until the entire thong was inside her.

Now I was excited. I reached down and unzipped my slacks, pushing them off my hips and sliding my underwear down my hips, releasing my cock. 

"Oh, Daddy, that feels so good. It makes me so full!" Lyza panted.

"So you like full, huh? I'll give you full," I said.

I quit licking and sucking on her pussy and clit. She pleaded in displeasure for me to continue.

I reached down to my manhood, grasping it in my hand, guiding it toward her full tunnel.

"You know what's next?" I asked her.

Lyza opened her eyes and queried, "No, what?"

"I'm going to fill you up." I moved my helmet to her opening. I'm not very long, but next time you change the toilet paper, visualize that I fit perfectly inside that tube, sticking out about an inch.

I stroked myself, rubbing my tip against her outer lips, teasing them, rubbing up and down, up and down many times, teasing Lyza. She whimpered with desire. I pushed forward a bit more, just barely entering her slightly spread crevice. I pushed more, giving her more.

"Oh, Daddy, it's so big! I don't know if it will fit!" she complained.

I slid in deeper, past the helmet, bringing it into contact with the fabric inside her. I pushed harder, forcing me and the thong deeper into her hole.

"Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" she moaned, "so fullllllllll, so much, so bigggg…" she babbled, tossing her head back and forth. She lapsed into Russian, using words I didn't understand.

I slapped her bra-covered breasts, hard. "English!" I demanded.

"Daddy, I don't know the words, I don't hear them from people," she complained.

"Then we will learn them, right?" I demanded.

"Da! Daddy!"

With that I bottomed out inside her vagina. I started an outstroke and Lyza gasped. "NO! Please leave it in!" I continued pulling out, brought my member out as far as the head, and then slowly pushed in again. She moaned in pleasure. I continued this in and out motion for several minutes, the shifted to pulling out and left then right, pushing in to the left and right, then varied it to include some twisting and turning. 

Lyza moved her hips in tandem with mine, up and down, down and up. When I moved left, she moved right, when I twisted to the right, she twisted to the left. It seemed that we had been doing this for years, seemed we were made for each other to make love.

We continued for what seemed like hours. I stayed hard and she stayed wet, giving us so much lubrication it leaked all over the couch. 

I leaned my head down to her neck, nuzzled my lips against her ear, and quietly whispered; "Lyza, I love you…" then bit the muscle at the top of her shoulder. She tensed up, screamed with pleasure and said,

"OH! DADDY! I love you too!" and she began crying. During this, she arched her back, lifted her body and mine up into the air and exploded with a huge orgasm, milking my meat, squeezing and letting her pussy muscles tense up and relax then clamp down again. 

I continued to stroke and stroke until I came. Lyza drifted off into sleep, and I fell asleep on top of her, firmly embedded in her vagina.

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There is more to come from this time we were alone together.



Lyza Ch. 4



Chapter 4: Lyza Returns Home

"Yeah, honey, I know she's 29 today. Yeah, I know it's her birthday and I know she deserves a big party! Yeah, Yeah! I know all that! Now let me get back to my work and earn the money to give her the party!" I quietly said to my wife over the phone. She's always calling me and interrupting what ever it is I do. Sometimes I would prefer to be married to someone else.

Don't get me wrong; she's a good wife. Maria and Lyza came to me when Lyza was 14. Maria has been faithful to me now for over 10 years and has never done anything wrong…that is as far as I know, because sometimes there are things we don't tell each other. Maria left Lyza and me when she was 18. Maria came back to me 5 years later, after Lyza and I had been living as man and wife. Then Lyza met Dwight, fell in love as she called it, married and moved in with him. We seldom saw them except at holidays or big family events.

Like after Maria and I had been married for 10 years, her sister finally got a divorce from that alcoholic she was married to. I remember it now after even 10 years: Maria was out with her girlfriends; Amy came over crying her eyes out because she had finally had enough of him. He beat her a good one that time. I consoled her, held her close, cuddled her tight, and somehow we did it right there and then. Never again. Amy moved away, found a really good man, a computer programmer analyst or something, Steve made really big money, she said even more than me, and she told Maria, he was a really good fuck! But that's another story.

Any way, the point of the story is my daughter. Yup, today was her 29th birthday, yep, she needed a party. Just two weeks ago she came home from her job and told us her husband was cheating on her with one of her friends from work. She only found out because the friend was bragging to other girls in the washroom and didn't hear Lyza come into the room. She confronted the girl and they got into a fight, a real cat fistfight and both of the girls got fired on the spot.

Lyza went home unexpectedly because she had nowhere else to go and found her husband in bed with yet another girl! So she got into a fight with both of them then came back home to live with Maria and me.

The last week and a half had been murder…helping Lyza get her stuff out of the apartment, get it into our place, get settled in her old room, then get her a lawyer to get her gone from that creep of a husband. They had been married for over 8 years and he kept declaring they had no time or money for children. So Lyza wanted a baby and wanted a family.

Let me describe Lyza, she's only 5'2", 100 lbs, and nicely built. She's a 32C, size 4 jeans, and has the curviest hips and ass you've ever seen, at least I think so, and legs so long they reach clear from her hips to the ground.

Her eyes are the lightest, clearest blue, so deep and gorgeous blue, you can't believe. Her hair is a light brown with light streaks here and there. I remembered back to those days and nights long ago when her mom was gone and it was just the two of us, when I began her training and made her learn to mind me, back to the days when I had eaten her to unconsciousness, to when I had finally fucked her and taken her cherry.

But that was long ago and this was now. I wondered what would happen now, now that she would soon be 29, single, and living at home again.

Well, I didn't have to wait long. We had her party, her mom, Lyza, and me. It was a really great drunken bash-out. She invited several of her girlfriends over for the weekend, some had stayed over all sleeping together in Lyza's old room upstairs, staying awake till almost dawn with their whispering, giggling, and laughing. I had no idea what was discussed, but could only guess it must have been men, husbands, ex-husbands and who was best. Sunday night, the other girls/women finally decided to go home and they left Lyza alone. Can you imagine what I went through that weekend, seeing 3 and sometimes 4 women, including my wife, roaming around the house half and less dressed all the time?

Monday came along and everyone wanted to get back to work to rest and relax from the crazy weekend. So everything went back to normal, wake in the morning, go to work, come home, visit with the family, go to bed and fuck my wife, fall asleep, wake and do the same thing again, day after day.

One afternoon at work, just before I was ready to leave for the day, my phone rang. I picked it up; it was Lyza, calling from her cell phone, crying like a little baby, "Daddy", she sobbed, "I can't stand it." 

"What, Baby?" I asked as gently as possible.

"The loneliness," she flatly stated.

"Honey, when you divorce, it's to be expected. It comes with the change from being together to being single again," I told her.

"I know that, Daddy, but that's not what I mean," she sobbed.

"OK, so tell me about it Baby," I quietly said.

"Daddy, I miss it. I miss the cuddling, the holding, the kisses, the closeness and the intimacy. I miss the nights and the fun we had." "Oh," I said, "What else?" 

"I'm too embarrassed to tell you, it's too personal," she whined.

"Oh? Really? You want to keep a secret from me now that you are back in my house? I thought I taught you long ago who is the boss in my house. Do I need to remind you?"

"No Daddy, I just miss it, Daddy."

"What, Baby?" I asked again. The floodgates burst. Lyza sobbed uncontrollable. Her voice broke and wailed.

"Where are you Baby?" I asked.

The sobbing didn't quit; it became even worse and louder.

"P…p….p…ark….." is what I heard.

"Sit on the swing Baby, I'll be right there."

We lived just 2 blocks from the biggest park in the city, where everybody went in the summertime and where the fireworks happened on the Fourth. She must have walked there to relax.

I grabbed my bag, stuffed some things I needed to work on for the next day into it, and ran from the office. "I got a problem!" I yelled over my shoulder, "be back tomorrow."

I ran down the hall and out the back door to my car, got in, started it and raced out the lot exit. In a matter of minutes I parked in a space near the children's playground. I shot out of the car, barely slamming the door closed in my rush to get to my daughter, my baby. I ran toward the playground, toward the line of swings. There she was at the end of the line, in the first swing, her favorite spot. 

Her back to me; she swung only slightly, her sobbing almost stopped. I crossed the yards, and then feet quickly, brought my hands out, and gently pushed her once to give her a bigger swing. She looked back, identified me and relaxed noticeably.

"Daddy…thank you for coming," she almost whispered.

"Welcome Baby", I said. I stopped her swinging by putting my hands on her shoulders, began massaging them, moving my thumbs and fingers in a symmetrical rhythmic pattern over her shoulders and lower neck. She tipped her head forward, allowing me more access. My thumbs found her neck, and began pushing and alternating up and down, back and forth on the tenseness in her muscles. She relaxed even more. Then it hit me; I wanted her. I brought my left hand up into her hair, twisting my fingers in her long silky strands, capturing a hold on her hair and head, pulled back, pulling her head around and leaned forward around the chain of the swing, a movement I used to do long ago. I kissed her full on the lips. She melted. She began to purr in the way she did long ago when we were together.

"Daddy, I missed that most!"

I kissed her deeper, forcing her lips apart with my tongue and began a deep tongue thrust in and around in her mouth.

"Oh, Daddy, Fuck me! FUCK ME!" she begged onto my tongue, "I need it so bad! Women have needs too you know!"

I thought back to the times 10 years ago when we were alone in the house and we could take each other anytime we wanted. I thought of the many different positions we tried and liked; the many different places we made love.

I broke the uncomfortable pose, moved around in front of the swing, pulled her up and out of the seat, and surrounded her with my arms, capturing her against me, feeling her breasts against my chest.

I brought my left hand to her right breast, "You're not wearing a bra", I whispered in her ear, nibbling on it because I knew how she loved/hated it. 

"No. I didn't want to be confined if I got the chance to have someone feel them," she pouted. 

"So you came here looking for just anybody to feel you up?" I angrily demanded!

"No Daddy, I wanted only you."

I squeezed her breast hard through the fabric of her blouse, digging my fingers deep into her female flesh, only a bit softer and just slightly more pliant than 10 years ago. She was still in really good shape. I felt her nipple begin to harden. I moved my hand to capture that nipple between the knuckles of my first and second fingers, squeezing hard like I remember she liked. She gasped, a loud, deep gasp of surprise and pain. I shifted my fingers and took the nipple between my thumb and first finger tip and really squeezed hard, twisting and forcing the nipple deep into her milk mound. 

"OH!" she winced, cried, the sobbing and crying suddenly stopping and a look of shock and pain on her face, "that hurts!"

"Good," I said, "you should know better than to bother me at work and make me drop everything just to come reprimand you, " I said as I twisted the nipple harder and forced it deeper into her chest. "It's too light here now, let's go home, go get into my car and we'll punish you correctly there."

Lyza looked up at me with love, admiration, and respect in her eyes and in her expression, "OK Daddy" she gleefully stated.

She looked around and located my navy blue Miata, headed toward it, wiggling her curvy butt at me. I followed. I whacked her bottom and she jumped, looked back at me and quickly smiled and said, "Yes Sir!"

It looked like she hadn't forgotten how to mind.

We crossed the distance in a short time, her arm around mine, almost leaning on me. I guided her to the other side of the car, unlocked the door, opened it and allowed her to get in. Her skirt rode up, showing lots of leg and thigh. I stared openly at my daughter's luscious legs, remembering my many times between them, then closed the door and walked around the front of the car to get in my side. It wasn't locked; I had been in too much of a hurry to get to Lyza. I slid into my seat, the Recaro seats I had purchased after I had the car custom built and delivered to me. This seat fit my body perfectly, but then when you got the money, why not have only the finest of everything?

I stuck the key in the hole, looked at her, capturing her eyes, and shifted my gaze to the key and back to hers again. She looked at the key, I pushed it in and pulled it out a few times, then pushed it in hard and twisted it, starting the car. She smiled, tipped her head back, and laughed a quick fast giggle. She caught my joke. She had grown up in the last years, that was good.

I backed out, drove around the park car-path, pulled out into traffic and within a few minutes we were at the house. I punched the button for the garage, watched as the door went up, and pulled forward into my spot. I hit the button again and closed the door. 

Maria's car wasn't there. Good, Lyza and I would have a bit of time alone. I killed the car, dropped my hand onto her leg, and began massaging and moving my hand upward on her leg, moving my fingers down and half way toward her crotch.

"You wearing anything there", I asked.

"Thong," she obediently whispered.

"Good, get out." She remembered too. I liked when she wore a thong, I could use it to torture her.

She got out, closed the door, and turned toward me and stood by the car, obediently waiting. I opened my door, twisted, put my feet on the floor, lifted out, and closed the door. I walked around the car, stepped up in back of her and with my right hand, reached under her skirt, finding the fabric between her cheeks while moving my left hand around her body and into her blouse, capturing her right nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I grabbed both objects simultaneously mashing and twisting the nipple in my fingers deep into her breast, while pulling the thong up hard, and forcing the fabric deep into her ass crack and pussy. She lifted onto her toes, following the force of my upward and backward stretch.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she panted. "Oh Daddy, I missed that! Dwight never made me feel as loved and as good as you always made me feel."

"Well Baby, you got it again, now bend over." I wanted to take her here and now from the rear.

"Move to the front of the car, no, the rear." I guided her still in the same position to the back of the Miata, forced her head down onto the trunk, lifted her skirt, let go of the thong with my right hand and moved it down onto her ass. I slid my fingers into her crack, massaging and moving downward, closer to her asshole and pussy. I could feel dampness. Good, she was getting aroused. Moving my hand up and down, twisting my fingers in and out, finally I found her wet hole and tenderly pushed forward, slightly entering her vagina with my longest finger, my middle finger.

"You still like that?" I asked.

"Yessssssssss!" she quietly hissed.

I pushed my finger in deeper wiggling and withdrawing, then forcing in deeper. I added my first finger, repeated the process, then added a third finger, turning my hand in circles as well as pushing and pulling in and out.

"OH! DADDY! I'm gonna cum!" and she did, in great heaving, jerking spasms.

She slumped down onto the trunk flattening her body on the car for support. "That was so good, the best I've had in years!" she gushed into the metal of the car.

"Well, good Baby, but I am still hard and need some satisfying too." I told her. "Get down on your knees and blow me." She slid off the car, down onto the floor of the garage, and reached out to my pants and opened my zipper, undoing my belt and top buttons to release my now hard and erect cock. My slacks fell to the floor. She moved her head forward, longingly gazing at the tip of my member, watching the fluid ooze out.

"I missed this too," she whispered. Her head moved even closer, her mouth opened, her tongue came out, and she licked the head, wiping the pre-cum off the tip and into her mouth.

"MMMMMMM!" she purred.

I reached down with both hands, caught her pretty hair in my fingers again, and forced her face toward my pole, "NOW!" I told her, forcing the crown against her mouth. She opened up and shot forward, taking my whole length to the back of her mouth, deep into her throat, just like she knew I liked it. I used her hair in my hands to guide her and push-pull her head back and forth on my man-snake. She sucked deep and long, not letting up, vacuuming me into her throat, and taking me deep into her face. I felt the juices begin to boil up from deep within me. 

"I'm ready."

She knew what to do, she pulled back, twisted around again, and laid her upper body on the trunk of the car, pulling her skirt up and around her waist and pulling her thong aside.

I moved forward, put my cock head against her asshole, and thrust one time, sinking all the way in, exploding in the same movement. She exploded again from the force of my insertion and my ejaculation. I fell forward over her, trapping me deep in her butt, locking her beneath me.

"Baby, that was good, like old times."

"Yes, Daddy it was. I mean it is. Can we do it again now?"

I reached under us with both hands, found her breasts, and nipples, caught each of them between my thumb and finger, pulled them outward away from her body, causing her to huff with the pain and surprise, twisted and turned her nipples in circles and stretched them backward, and said, "Not right now. I'm spent, and need some rest. Later tonight after I satisfy your mother and get her to sleep I will come to you and make you mind again."

I pulled away looking down at her bottom to see my cum leaking out of her puckered place. I pulled her thong back into place rubbing the thong in the juice and smacked her ass with a flat hand. I knew I would smell and taste that thong soon.



Lyza Ch. 5



Lyza and I had been home for quite a while. She had fixed us sandwiches; we sat on the couch and watched the evening news on TV. The phone rang. I picked it up.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hi Honey, are you all right?" it was Maria.

"Sure, just watching TV wondering where you are," I answered.

"I'm still at work. That big job, remember?"

"Sure, I remember, you're working over time leaning over the drawing board with your boss in your rear!" I joked with her.

"ALEX!" she roared, "You know I don't like it that way!" she teased back with giggles and smiles in her voice.

"Oh, ok. Well, when he cums and you get off, come on home, I'm lonely."

"ALEX!" She burst out again. "Did you eat?"

"No, you're not here, but I had a sandwich Lyza made for us."

"Shall I bring home chicken?" She asked more seriously now.

"Sure, how long?" 

"Only about an hour now."

"OK. Hurry honey, I'm horny." I confided.

She really laughed now, "You're always ready, and so am I."

"So your boss isn't satisfying you enough now?" I teased again.

"Alex! He isn't even here, I'm all alone now."

"OH, so he came and went home!"

"Yeah, right, and you want to eat me out when I get home, right? You nasty man! You know I love you more than anybody in the world!"

"And I love you too, hurry home Honey."

I hung up. I knew she was alone and I knew she loved me. She proved that over and over after all these years by coming home all the time. And after this conversation I knew I would be very happy tonight before she fell asleep. She never refused me, and then after she fell asleep, I would see to making Lyza be a good girl too. In the garage this afternoon had not been enough, not for me nor for her. I could tell that by the way she kept putting her hand on her pussy, pushing and playing, then stopping and looking at me. I wouldn't give her permission to finish, so she was in a constant state of arousal and disappointment at the same time. Ever feel that way? I felt that way too right now. Knowing we couldn't do anything because it would take too long and that Maria would probably interrupt us.

That was a different matter, if Maria found out that Lyza and I were fucking again, would she object? Would she join in? Would she just leave again? I didn't know.

A short time later the garage door opened and Maria came in. She headed toward the kitchen table and dropped the bucket of chicken, put her purse on the chair beside the door, and greeted us, "Hi, I'm home! If you're hungry, come and get it!"

We got up from the couch, leaving the TV playing in the background. I took the first piece I could get from the bucket, a leg. I turned it toward my mouth, taking like it was a banana into my mouth. Lyza looked up in amazement and bliss, imagining me taking a cock in my mouth. She grabbed another leg, and did the same, sucking deeply, wrapping her tongue around the bulge of meat, and worrying it off the bone.

Maria looked at us and laughed. "You too playing with your meat?" she asked.

"As I will you later, my love," I quietly said to her. We continued to eat and suck and laugh and enjoy the meal until we were all full.

After a while, we began showing signs of tiredness. Lyza was first.

"I think I will go sleep now," she said. She walked to her mother and kissed her on the cheek. Then she came to me, and began to kiss my cheek. I turned and my lips came in contact with hers. She quickly pulled back, snorting in displeasure for her mother's benefit. Then she went toward her bedroom.

Maria and I sat and chatted, going over the day, me not sharing everything, her being happy and open about everything. In a while we heard no more sound from Lyza's bedroom so we headed toward ours at the other end of the house.

We undressed and moved toward the bed, gazing into each other's eyes as we moved. With the lights out but still a little creeping in from the clear moonlit night outside, we slid into bed. We began kissing, fondling each other, rubbing hands over bodies, arousing each other slowly and deliberately. Fucking Maria for an hour or two was the best part of my whole day. I put a hand on her mons, she wrapped her little hand around my member. I turned onto her, helping her guide my tool toward her hole. 

"Honey, can we do it on the floor tonight?" she asked.

I answered with a positive grunt.

She slid down onto her knees on the floor, leaning forward on her side of bed. I stepped behind her, dropped to my knees, and shuffled toward her rear end. Taking my very stiff cock in my left hand, and with my right, spreading her ass cheeks wide apart, I guided my tool toward her pussy, stroking it up and down her entire slit area, from her fully hard and aroused clit, to her asshole and back in slow, deliberate strokes, spreading our fluids all over her crack. I could feel her juices leaking and could imagine my fluid creeping out too. I eased into her waiting, wet, and very warm opening. I pushed my whole length downward and forward, teasing her clit with my cock's crown. I sawed back and forth, pushing up and down in her cunt, not entering, just teasing her labia, and worrying her clit. 

She moaned deep and throaty, "Oh, you are the best ever, give it to me, all of it, Alex!" I pulled back. Slowly I entered and slid forward, sinking deeper and deeper into her love tunnel spreading her ass wider and wider, watching my member enter and sink into her opening, watching the lips and skin pull out gripping my length then releasing, watching her asshole quiver, tighten, loosen, and tighten again and again. 

Falling forward over her body I whispered in her ear, "You like it Maria?" 

"OH! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" she groaned.

"You want your little friend in your ass?"

"OH! YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" she groaned again, begging for it. 

I leaned forward, opened the top drawer on her stand, reached in and grasped the little vibrator. It was only 7 inches long and 1 inch wide, but it fit perfectly in her rear entrance. 

I heard a quiet, high-toned gasp, a different sound, a panting.

Holding the vibrator in my right hand, I shoved the drawer closed with that hand, leaned back, and took the instrument in my mouth, getting it as wet as my spit could get it. I brought the tip of the little machine to her rosebud, teasing her hole with the white plastic. Slowly I inserted only a half-inch into her ass. She moaned loudly. I heard another different toned moan from in back of us. I froze, then slowly bent forward over Maria, covering her completely.

"Maria," I whispered softly in her ear, "someone is watching, keep making noise and I will catch the person."

In one high-speed motion I whirled away from her, stood and lunged toward the barely open bedroom door, shoved it hard, flipped the bedroom light on, and heard a startled cry of surprise and pain.

There stood Lyza, watching us, one hand in her panties one hand under her tee shirt grasping her left nipple. She was totally and absolutely shocked and surprised.

"Young lady what are you doing?!?!?!?!" I yelled at her. She stood silent.

Maria moved toward us, totally naked, totally exposed and still immensely turned on.

"Lyza, what is it dear?" she asked.

"OH! Mommy," then she lapsed into Russian, their mother tongue. Maria reached out, took Lyza in her arms, cuddled her close, and kissed her lips.

Maria turned toward me and in English again, she said to me "She heard us making love and wanted some too. She said she's lonely and frustrated."

"Darling," Maria continued, "you remember when you came to us over there long ago, we slept together in our one bed? We made love together also often. I taught her everything I know."

Lyza finally spoke, "Mama, I want him." She looked up at me with her big clear blue eyes and showed her longing.

"Lyza, you want to share my man? You want to have your step-daddy love you?"

"Da." She said quietly in Russian. 

Maria's face froze. She turned to me, her eyes searching, shifting on her feet, scanning her eyes back and forth over my face, searching into my eyes trying to read my mind, "Alex, what do you think?" 

I had been watching and only half understanding the language exchange, as usual, they talked too fast for me to understand every word. I caught only every 3rd or 4th word they spoke together. My mind now raced. This was an incredible situation, I could make the wrong choice and loose my whole life, or make the correct choice and live my last unfulfilled fantasy and live the life of a king. But of course, I knew what I wanted most.

So I went to the neutral standpoint, "Well, she is fully grown now, fully a woman and knows what she wants. She has been married and knows all about sex and what to do and not do," I explained. "Are you willing to share me with her? Will this cause a problem for you and me? Are you going to get jealous and go crazy again like you did years ago?"

Maria moved forward, toward me and Lyza, silently took my cock in her left hand, reached out, took Lyza's right hand in hers, moved Lyza's hand to my cock, and wrapped both their hands around my now amazingly hard, stiff, extended manhood.

"No, my love. I will share you with her."

I took a deep gasp, looked at Lyza, her face burst into sunshine and smiles, keeping my cock in her hand and squeezing slightly, she grabbed Maria with her other hand, pulled her toward her, and kissed her mouth deeply. 

"Mama, I will love you and Daddy forever!" she cried.

Maria melted, pulling Lyza to her, their breasts touching, mashing together, then pulled me toward both of them.

"But, girls, Lyza has been a naughty girl and must be disciplined for her badness just now," I said to both of them.

Lyza dropped her hands to her sides, dropped her eyes to the floor, and said, "Yes, Daddy, I was a bad girl and deserve to be punished."

Maria's eyes popped open as wide as dinner plates, and said, "You will punish her for watching us and wanting you?"

"Yes, my dear, she did wrong, she did not approach us honestly and openly, and she snuck up to the door like a thief and acted like a criminal. This is wrong and must be punished." I replied.

"OH!" gasped Maria, "OK. If you say so. What will you do?

"What I sometimes do to you, tie her hands to the bed and have my pleasure with her and share her with you."

Lyza, still looking down at the floor, suddenly looked very aroused. Hopefully Maria didn't notice it too quickly.

"Honey, I love you so very much, you are the best man I have ever know!" Maria oozed.

I turned to Lyza, "young lady, take off your shirt and drop it by the door." She did. "Now take off your panties and hand them to me." She looked up questioningly. I smacked her butt for that one. Without question she quickly leaned forward, and leaning even further down her breasts dangling, showing the pinkness of her areola, quickly shrinking, becoming darker, her nipples hardening, pulled her thong (the same one she wore in the garage) down over her hips, her thighs, and stepped out of it, handed it to me, and stood again with her hands at her sides again. 

Her nipples were hard and fully erect, her areola a dark pink and puckered like I remembered it when she was totally stimulated. I brought the fabric of her thong to my nose, sniffed deeply, smelling her musky woman scent and let out a slow, deep breath.

Maria noticed my action. "Alex, she minds you so well, much better than she does me!" she gasped.

"Well, she better, I am her Father now," I said to Maria, and thought to myself, 'and her Daddy!'

"Now, young lady, lie on the bed, face up, hands toward the top of the bed." Quickly she complied.

"Good!" I told her, "Maria, you tie her left hand to the top of the bed and I will get her right one." Maria moved to that side of the bed and took the strap from under the bed where we kept it hidden, fastened the Velcro band around her left wrist as I did the same to her right.

Soundlessly Lyza showed surprise with the restraints, looked up from one face to the other, searching for clues as to what would happen next.

I stood and turned to Maria, "Honey, please turn off the light and then come to the bed with me."

I turned to the bed, looked at my Baby as the light disappeared leaving only the dimness of before, seeing her full, big breasts, slightly larger and harder than her mothers. I noticed her nipples were even longer now and the areola smaller and pinker than before. I gazed at her pussy, puffed and swollen from her fingers, spread a bit wide, her labia extended and darker pink now, her inner lips revealed more than before.

"Lyza, your mother and I are going to continue where we were before you so rudely interrupted us." She looked up at me with lust in her eyes, her breath coming in short panting intakes, her cunt quivering.

"Maria," I said, "get back down on the floor like you were before, only at the bottom of the bed this time." I positioned her this way so I could watch Lyza's face, pussy, and legs and so Maria could see Lyza's face and pussy too. Now I had this long hidden information that they were lovers long ago, I wanted to see if anything would happen in this day and time.

I knelt back down in back of Maria, stroking her ass cheeks with my hands, creeping closer and closer my cock growing and hardening again. Finally I touched her legs; felt her ass with my cock. I brought my hands back to her slit, spreading her cheeks wider, feeling her newly growing dampness more. Using my thumbs, I spread her lips a bit, guiding my crown to her round opening at the top of her slit. She moaned. In the dimly lighted room I could see Lyza lift her head, eyes glowing, staring at her mother's face, licking her lips. She brought her feet together, rubbing her bottom into the duvet and wiggling her hips, squeezing her thighs, trying to please herself. I could see moisture pooling between her lips, could see the thin line of short hair just above Lyza's clit. This was different, I always made her shave totally clean so she looked even younger down there.

Maria reached out her hands, grasped Lyza's ankles, and spread them apart, opening her legs, exposing her private parts again, spreading her labia and bare mons to my and her mother's view. I could now compare the mother and daughter to see the similarities and differences.

I slipped my meat deep into Maria's cunt, pushed hard. She dropped her upper body forward onto the bed, inching closer to Lyza, spreading our daughter's legs wider. Lyza brought her knees together, covering her pussy again, and began raising and lowering her hips slightly, again trying to get friction on her slit.

Few intelligible words passed between us, mostly we made sounds of pleasure and lust. 

I pulled out of Maria slightly, stroked back in again hard. She shifted forward again, her hips more into the end of the bed; her head just inches from Lyza's knees.

I pulled out again very slowly, using my thumbs to spread her pussy lips more. Maria moaned deeply.

"I love that Alex! Do it again, harder, please!"

I moved my thumbs upward and inward, moving them closer to her asshole, which I found with my right thumb, pushed a bit into that brown pucker. I dropped my left hand to the floor, searching for that recently lost vibrator. 

"Found it," I whispered to myself. I brought it up to her ass, rubbed it over her cheeks, moving it in circles around her bottom, moving it closer and closer to its favorite hole all the while stroking in and out of her pussy.

Maria groaned, moaned, and moved her rear in circles, massaging my tool, signifying that she wanted the vibrator inside her.

"You want it in you again? You want to show your daughter how nasty you are?" I asked.

Lyza opened her knees wider giving her a clearer view, lifted her head more, trying to see more, trying to slide her body down the bed toward her mother's head.

Finally she spoke, "Daddy I want some too! Mama, eat me, Pleeeassssseeeeee!"

Maria mumbled something in Russian. I slapped her ass hard and demanded, "What did you say?" She winced.

"Yes, my darling girl!" 

I thrust hard, deep and fast into her cunt, forcing myself into her; pushing the vibrator deeper into her asshole. She groaned deeply and stretched forward, toward Lyza's crotch, trying to get her mouth on that high mound. Lyza stretched downward more, almost making contact with her mother's outstretched tongue. 

"Oh! Mama! Pleeeassssseeeeee! Daddy, help her! I need it too!" she begged. I grabbed Maria's hips, lifting her upward and forward onto the bed, bringing her face into Lyza's glistening pussy.

I thrust into Maria again, not quite so deeply, not quite so hard lifting her higher onto the bed bringing her face straight against Lyza's wetness! Maria attacked her daughter's clit, sucking it deeply into her mouth, tonguing her hole. Lyza screamed, a deep high-pitched banshee whine. I shoved the plastic piece deep in Maria's asshole cranking the speed to the max, stroking it in and out as fast as I could with my crotch—matching my cock-speed. She screamed too, cumming deeply, clamping down on my manhood, squeezing, milking it hard. I pulled her back, harder onto my meat, away from Lyza's cunt.

Lyza groaned in disappointment, Maria roared deep in her throat, shaking and cumming again and again, her vagina clamping down and then releasing on my penis. She collapsed on the bed. I was rock hard, wanting release. I pulled/pushed Maria's limp body to the side without any resistance, moving her to the side of the bed, jumped up on the bed, and sank my tool directly into Lyza's open, wet, wanting, exposed hole. She spread her legs wider and higher than I had ever seen them.

Instantly my last unfulfilled fantasy came true. I fucked Lyza in front of her watching mother. Maria couldn't move; she just watched and purred with pleasure.

My deep hard fast stroking met with success. Lyza exploded, shaking, quaking and quivering all over the bed, cumming continuously, her vagina clamping and loosening on my pole. Lyza held in place by the bands around her wrists and the hardness of my pole inside her.

I couldn't finish. I wanted more. But what to do, both my ladies were totally satisfied, totally freshly fucked, and I wanted more.

I pulled out of my Baby's quivering cunt, pushed up against her mons, moved higher on her body, up to her milk-mounds. I placed my little man between her tits, grabbed them in my hands, squeezed them together, and began stroking up and down, feeling her throbbing breasts against my fully extended cock. I stroked and stroked, mashing my balls against her chest, feeling them slide against her body. I stroked and stroked up and down, in and out, faster and faster, the tip of my length touching closer and closer to her mouth. 

I heard movement. Maria moved up on the bed beside me. She put a hand on my meat, the other on Lyza's breast, and began softly purring. Her head moved lower toward where Lyza and I met, her tongue extended to full length. She began licking my member and the breast. Then she took that nipple in her mouth and sucked hard and pulled away, stretching the nipple and breast away from my cock. Then she dropped her head back down onto me and sucked both the nipple and my cockhead into her mouth. 

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, throwing my head backward. I looked up into Lyza's eyes and saw the glow and intense light of lust in them. 

"Mama, give it to me too!" she begged. Maria took my length in her hand, pulling it toward Lyza's mouth, moving her own mouth onto the side, sharing my cock with her daughter. They both sucked and licked on me as Maria stroked and jacked me off into Lyza's mouth. 

I pushed forward into Lyza's mouth, sinking deep as Maria short stroked harder and faster.

"You must share with me when he shoots, my darling girl!"




Lyza Ch. 5



I leaned back, allowing my ladies to service me, reaching back along each of their bodies, stroking their bellies, finding the hot spot in each, inserting fingers in each of them at the same time worrying soaking cunt and slippery klitter.

I thrust once more, howling in the greatest pleasure I have ever experienced, feeling two tongues and mouths and a hand on my manhood. I shoot my juice hard, feeling suction from Lyza and then a hand pull me out as another mouth covers my tip and sucks the second shot. Then the hand pushed me back downward and I feel both mouths kissing and sucking on each other and me, sucking my jizz out of my tube.

I collapsed into oblivion.



Lyza Ch. 6



"Hi honey, I won't be coming home very early tonight. You and Lyza will have to do for yourselves," I said into the phone.

She was hurt; we had planned a family dinner for tonight.

"OK, honey, she sadly answered, "do you know when?"

"I'll be home around 11 or midnight."

Sometimes there are just too many projects going all at the same time and when someone drops the end he or she has power over, I have to take over. And when that same someone just quits in the middle of a project, turning it over to another person is sometimes out of the question. Well, that's the situation I now found myself in. That's the reason I had to work late, first to finish my own daily tasks and then to wrap up and fix the problems caused by my marketing manager quitting. I knew I'd be pressed to do this, but I would do as much as I could then call a temp agency in the morning. It was 4 in the afternoon and I could see at least 8 more hours ahead of me before I could quit tonight.

I got into the project, going over the figures, the proposals, the coding for the software. After an hour or two I realized it was all in order and I could turn it over to one of my trusted older men tomorrow. So I was done early and it was only 9 PM. I decided to head home and surprise Maria and Lyza. 

I wrapped up the project, shifted the papers into order, saved the files on the hard drive, and turned out all the lights in the office. I locked the door after myself, and headed for my Miata.

The twenty-minute drive soothed my mind. I concentrated on the road and the traffic, knowing that when I got home I would eat, relax, and fall asleep in a nice warm bed with a beautiful woman wrapped around me.

I pulled up into the driveway, pushing the button on the garage door opener as I approached. I pulled in my spot, shut the door and turned off the engine. The other cars were in their spots as usual, so dinner would be waiting, I was sure. I got out of the car, walked to the kitchen door, opened it and walked into a dark kitchen. 'Mmmmmmmmm, no dinner waiting, but then I told Maria I wouldn't be home till around 11 or midnight.' I thought. 'So I am two hours early. Wonder where my ladies are?' I asked myself.

I walked toward the living room, which was also dark. I headed toward the upstairs, putting my foot on the first step when I heard a loud moan!

'What's going on?' I silently asked myself. Slowly and quietly I started up the stairs, careful to not make any noise. At the top of the stairs I could hear the moaning better. It came from Lyza's bedroom. I saw the door was open, so I slowed my steps, inching along, being as super-quiet as I could possibly be. When I got to the edge of the door, I stared in amazement! There tied to Lyza's bed, lay Maria, arms spread wide, hands and wrists immobilized by black nylons tied around her wrists and then to the posts of Lyza's headboard. Her feet were spread as wide as possible; her ankles were tied also with black pantyhose, with what looked like red bows somehow attached to the black fabric.

Lyza crouched on the bed, between her mother's legs, eating her mother's pussy!

My clothes melted from my body, my cock jumped out of my shorts, fully extended and extremely hard. Seems my ladies had been at it for a while as I could see dried pussy juice all over Maria's face, probably from eating out Lyza, and now I could see the wet pussy cum wrapped around Lyza's cheeks and on her nose.

As quietly as I could I crept into the room. Maria's eyes were closed and tightly crinkled up from her most powerful orgasm happening at that exact moment. She screamed in her Russian ecstasy, goading Lyza to eat and lick harder and deeper.

I stood at the end of the bed; only inches from Lyza's uplifted ass, seeing the moisture in her sopping wet pussy leaking down her inner thighs. 

I attacked, forcing my member deep into Lyza's slightly open cunt, forcing her forward and down, sinking my tool deep into her, bottoming out in one stroke, her fluids lubricating my motion perfectly. Lyza fell forward onto her mother, trapping mother and daughter under me. With all three of us flat on the bed, Maria face up, Lyza face down, and me on top of them, I pulled my hips backward, pulling my meat almost all the way out of Lyza's love gap. I sank back in, feeling my balls against Maria's mound. Both women gasped in amazement and fear. I pulled all the way out of Lyza, shifted my dick downward and into Maria's waiting hole. Her juices flowed all over the bed, then I pulled out again, shifted my hips upward and forward, reached down with my left hand and gripping my member, found Lyza's asshole, and shoved in.

Lyza screamed in amazement and pain.

"Daddy, make it wet first!" she demanded. I just shoved harder, deeper and bottomed out in her anus, my balls slapping against her extraordinarily wet pussy. 

"Playing without me, huh girls?" I asked.

"Oh! Daddy, it hurts!" whined Lyza.

"Da," ventured Maria, "You said you would be late, we wanted sex."

"So now I give it to you. Both of you." I responded.

I reached down on both sides of their bodies, finding their breasts, and mashed and moved their breasts until I had two nipples in each hand. I mashed them together, pinching and pulling this way and that. Both of them sucked in air, moaning at the same time, in the same voice, in passion and pleasure.

I moved my hips backward, pulling half way out of Lyza's ass, only leaving the mushroom head of my pole in Lyza's rectum. I pushed in again, forcing Lyza deeper into her mom's cunt. Then I began to stroke faster, building up a rhythm of slow in and out.

Lyza moaned in pleasure, seeking out her mother's mouth with hers. They locked in a kiss, I imagined their tongues dancing and twisting around inside of each other's mouth.

Lyza's hands roaming around with mine on their four breasts. Lyza was on the verge of an anal orgasm. I didn't want to give it to her so I pulled my member out of her asshole, and shifted my hips downward and deeper, finding the bottom twat. I sank into Maria, and with the same strokes, began fucking Maria's pussy hard, keeping Lyza on the verge of her orgasm by the pressure of my body trapping her between us and by the movements of her pussy against her mother's and the motion of my tool see-sawing in and out of the bottom hole. I sensed Maria tensing her pussy on my meat, so I pulled out of her, lifted a bit, and sank into Lyza's waiting and wanting pussy.

In the next few minutes, both women were on the edge several times, but I allowed neither to cum; I just switched from hole to hole as I detected the slightest approach to orgasm. Again I pulled out of Lyza, and shifting even deeper and lower, found Maria's asshole, and sank into it. She cried out in both pain and pleasure as I sank my dick into her well-lubricated rear. Lyza just groaned in pleasure and frustration.

I kept pumping into Maria's back hole, pleasuring her and myself. Suddenly without warning she came, quivering and shaking under her daughter's body weight, whereupon Lyza began vibrating, calling out, "Daddy make me cum too, please!"

"How do you want to cum, my little girl?" I asked.

"Like Mama..." she pleaded, as her mouth found Maria's and began kissing and sucking her mother's tongue into her mouth.

I pulled out of Maria's hot hole and shifted upward again and sank into Lyza's butt hole.

She moaned deep into her mother's mouth as my member invaded her rear again.

I really drove it to her, fast hard and deep. Almost immediately she came, screaming into her mother's mouth.

Both of them were by now exhausted, but I was still hard, still excited from what I found in Lyza's bedroom when I got home from work.

"Lyza, untie Mama," I ordered her. "I want to cum too, and I want you both to suck me off."

I rolled onto my side to the left, giving Lyza room to untie her mother. When she was free, Maria came to life, moving to the far edge of the single bed. I shifted onto my back, and each of them knelt on a side of me. I felt 4 hands on my cock and balls then two mouths sucking on my hard pole. One mouth trapped my cockhead, the other sucked my balls; their hands roamed all over my body. 

"How does it taste?" I asked.

"Oh Daddy it's so good," answered Lyza.

"Da," is all that Maria got out.

I reached out my hands, captured Maria's left breast and nipple with my right hand and Lyza's right breast and nipple with my left hand. I clamped down and squeezed hard, really hard on both nipples. In response, they both gasped in concert and their sucking intensified, which sent me over the edge and I came hard, over and over. As I did, they traded places on my cockhead, first Maria then Lyza, then the reverse, sucking out all my sperm in burst after spurt.

"Girls, come here, " I motioned them to lie beside me, their heads finally on my shoulders, my arms around their necks.

I asked, "You happy I came home early?"

With one voice they replied, "We're happy you came!"

In a few minutes we were fast asleep, but what happened the next morning is even better.